Night_honoki

[valhallasoutlaw]

"Blood Angels and their Successors would make amazing Noise Marines" alternatively titled "Tertius is not in a hurry to save his friends from daemons"

Featuring Ajax, Aiya (and Aiya's sentient guitar) and Ethrian of the Song Whose Scales Reflect Time

Audio/Inspiration below the cut, Aiya belongs to @nytemyst

EDIT: reupload with proper cropping

[valhallasoutlaw]

If I made this into its own thing (changed the names, built a proper world, restructured the plot into something functional) how many of y'all would read it?

[valhallasoutlaw]

I hope Thira gets a cool dress when she's King

Also Crown Prince/High Captain pookie, no I'm not going to finish this

[nighthonoki3455]

SCREAM LIKE HELL OMG GUYS I LOVE THIS

[valhallasoutlaw]

Thira studies I guess. Once again I am fighting for my artistic life but hey, slow progress is still progress

[nighthonoki3455]

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

[valhallasoutlaw]

WIP featuring the Cruciblen't and another potential endgame design. Unfortunately I think it's really boring, but I'll keep working on it...

EDIT: How do we feel about the white version?

[nighthonoki3455]

Omggg

[valhallasoutlaw]

Still working on this, I think I'm gonna do a full piece! I like him with a lil scruff =D

Closeup and link to the fic under the cut

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[nighthonoki3455]

*scream*

[valhallasoutlaw]

I WILL end Doctrine at some point

Excerpt under the cut

Novik’s hands instinctively twitched toward his sword as he laid eyes on the scene before him. A sigh misted in front of him as, with some effort, Novik stilled his rising temper and assured himself that all was right; nothing had been taken that had not been thrice-earned.

The bitter winter air and freshly fallen snow threatened to steal the air from all living lungs—save for two, who for all the biting chill, quietly enjoyed one another’s company as easily as if they were lying together before the blazing hearth of their own home.

Her wedding gown shimmered in the moonlight, every embroidered diamond sparkling like a host of tiny stars. A soft smile curved her painted lips. The now Crown Princess Thira lay tucked into the Slayer’s heavy, scarred arms, like a gemstone sparkling between two weathered, tawny stones. Her slender palm rested against his breastbone and the sunset train of her gown vanished into the snow, its hem indiscernible from the starlit ice. The god within her seemed to be shining through her porcelain skin, giving her the aspect of some beautiful angel come to earth to bless it with her grace and strength. The Slayer— Corporal Taggart, Novik reminded himself (he couldn’t yet bring himself to call that man human, let alone Flynn)— carded his blunt, battered fingers through Thira’s hair with a gentleness that utterly defied his ferocious reputation. His flinty black eyes were as soft and warm as freshly turned earth, almost as if they had entirely forgotten how to reflect the glint of cruelty that usually lit them. Gone was the alien savage and the Hellwalker of legend; the Outlander had come home, and the Beast meekly laid beneath the starlight and the pines, and held his mistress close to him.

They sat in silence, no doubt watching stars and listening to beating hearts as if the whole planet turned to the axis of adoration. Their faces carried no signs of suffering or anger or war or pain, and the scars lingering upon their skin seemed to be the only sign that they were anything other than two young nobles caught up in the effervescent night of their wedding.

Novik remembered a very similar night long ago, with his beloved Queen lying beside him while they planned the future of their kingdom. Many years ago, it had been his own wedding night, and the magic of the memory still set his heart racing.

Perhaps, in time, Novik would come to regard the Slayer as a worthy suitor, and with more time, proudly call Flynn Taggart a son-in-law.

He IS human, thought Novik. Broken. Brutalized — but human. Perhaps she saw that, and knew that her Heart would be safe at last.

[nighthonoki3455]

Screaming in excitement *

[valhallasoutlaw]

Why I like Thira

In the spirit of the Human Urge to Defend Opinions on the Internet, I do genuinely like Princess Thira, but I also have a lot of thoughts about her that demands some nuance

Why do I like her?

-Girl pretty, magic cool, relatable for hyperspecific personal reasons that I won't get into because they fall firmly into "my business" and therefore should not be brought into a discussion about a character's objective quality, damsel trope make brain go brrrr, and I'm really taken with the potential behind her.

Is she a good character?

-No, not really. I don't think the writers can fix it within the structure of the story they have built either, but I DO hope!

Is she a Mary Sue?

-I don't really think so. If anything, she's a MacGuffin, but that feels like splitting hairs so I don't really burn too many calories over it. More on the Mary Sue thing later

Do I hope she ends up in a canon romantic relationship with the Slayer?

-No. Speaking from the canon (bible definition here) lore, it's not a good idea. She isn't a structurally sound character, and it would desaturate the meaning behind the Slayer's character and utterly obliterate what little impact she has anyway. She doesn't have a clear personal motive, she doesn't have a cohesive development arc, she doesn't have any meat to her writing besides Fridge Mom and Cool Powers.

Am I going to keep shipping them?

-Yes! At this point in my creative style I'm not really the type to create a self insert (could change over the years, who knows). I love seeing everyone else's self inserts and I've loved what everyone has done here, it's just not my style right now.

I like the IDEA of what a relationship between two characters like them COULD be. I liked it so much that I wrote it myself! I don't need the canon to tell my story for me to feel validated, and even if they do end up a thing, I'll never be entirely satisfied because I like my interpretation a LOT more than what the actual source material provides. The Doctrine fic IS an alternate timeline where Eternal pretty much doesn't happen. It's my own little dollhouse with a Barbie and a G.I. Joe, and I've learned a lot as a writer and had a lot of fun with it, so it suits me more than anything I could consume anyway.

I think it is worth considering the lack of women in DOOM. They're either villains or Dr. Peterson, no complaints about any of them, but I appreciate the attempt to put a heroic woman into a setting that is overwhelmingly masculine. Women in fiction are (unfortunately) difficult to write in a way that people like anyway, and you WILL catch flak for any kind of attempt, particularly when the audience is largely chud-dudebro or incel-gamer type guys. I am a bit of an apologist about this, but I hope to make up for it by aiming to write my own women as cohesively as possible--and I only get better with practice. TO BE CLEAR, I also don't think it's an excuse for why Thira objectively isn't good. We ought to have high standards for the media we consume, as creators. I can, however, see why they failed, and I hope to better understand HOW so that I can be better in my own work. I think it's a call to action for those of us who write and draw. Anyway, that's why I don't really care for the term "Mary Sue". It feels like a buzzword for "Woman I Don't Like for Reason X/Y/Z" to me, rather than something constructive aimed at solving a really prevalent problem in media. It's healthy to understand failure and try again later, that's what critique is actually intended to be.

EDIT: I really do truly like her! I like her for the same reason I like cookie dough oat milk ice cream: it satisfies a taste, and that’s all liking something has to be. I’m not about to get in a fight over ice cream, so I’m not going to double down and pretend that she’s this groundbreaking character that changed my life and psyche, I just like her! I like all of the characters (ranging from “neato!” To “I’ll jump off the porch and kick your ass”). I like Doom! It’s fun and its cool!

TL;DR - She's cool and pretty and more likely to kiss the Slayer than me, so I like her. There very literally isn't enough there to say anything else

[valhallasoutlaw]

Face card never declines

[valhallasoutlaw]

Doomkids! Introducing Novik II and Isabelle, Crown Prince and Princess of the Sentinels. Isabelle is the next bearer of the Heart of Argent and possesses many of the same Wraith powers as her mother. Like her dad, she is near completely mute and beyond ruthless in battle. Her twin brother however, has virtually no powers beyond the ability to talk about anything and everything for as long as he is alive and conscious. He’s charismatic and has a lot of energy, and grows into a gifted pilot, warrior and diplomat. No one is sure where he gets it; the only signs he’s related to the Slayer at all are his cheekbones and a temper, and rumor has it, Novik II actually takes after his grandfather more than the Slayer.

From my fic DOCTRINE, refs under the cut

[nighthonoki3455]

*Screams in happiness*

[valhallasoutlaw]

More High School AU stuff and misc sketches I'm not going to finish

HC: Thira is one of those really mean star student girls from a military family. Has a crush on Flynn but refuses to admit it (why would she? she's just going to leave everyone behind again when her dad is stationed somewhere else) She is also beyond furious that he's dating the prom-queen, partly because she is not prom queen and partly because she wanted to be the one dancing with Flynn to Phil Collins and Chicago.

[nighthonoki3455]

I LOVE IT

[bfg9000guy]

touches a woman once:

[nighthonoki3455]

AAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM

[valhallasoutlaw]

Shit.

Taggart looked at her briefly. She was beginning to sink into the rock, dragged back by whatever owned the squirming mess of feelers. He experimentally touched the stone and found it pliable, then carefully tugged on Thira’s arm. She didn’t budge.

“Flynn, I…” she murmured. Her eyes unfocused for a moment. Her skin was beginning to glow an unearthly, pale light. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty head,” he said softly, caressing her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Then, he did what he did best. He punched the stone with enough force to buckle iron, burying his arm to the elbow. He managed to push his arm around Thira’s waist and wrapped himself around her like a human shield. Then, with his free hand, he drew his crossbow, leveled it at the Walker, and disengaged the safety.

“Yes…” Ulsamir whispered in the back of his mind. The Walker was heaving her massive bulk upright, blood slopping to the floor in sheets. Her eyes widened a little, and he grinned.

Call the bluff, time it right, and let the jaws of the trap shatter. They’ve already underestimated you.

“Say ‘cheese,’ bitch.”

Fanfic stuff, this turned out nice

[skiesartsanddoom]

Goretober day 9: Set Me On Fire.

Not really Goretober themed but Skie is in a lot of pain and rage as she unleashes her inner Wraith soulfire. It takes a lot for Skie to unleash this kind of fiery fury. She will probably sleep a handful of days to recover.

[saltxsilver]

Garden

[valhallasoutlaw]

More Val smashing straight people together like polly pockets also have a BJ bc omg hes so miserable

[nighthonoki3455]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[valhallasoutlaw]

I've been having a hard time getting my art to turn out how I want it, but here's a little redesign I did for fun. These are the endgame outfits I had in mind for my silly little fanfic