a short/mini digital painting tutorial by yours truly 🫡
a lot of people really like how i painted kaveh in that short hkvh comic so i thought i'd share a quick painting tutorial! I hope this can be helpful to yall ^_^
Now it's been a hot minute since I last watched Merlin, so I might be wrong... But I think Gojo would get along with Gwaine.
Hakkai, Gaius and Gwen are the stressed mom friends of everyone else.
Gaius would be very curious about the sutra (and the gun), so lengthy convos with Sanzo, but he would be like "Hide that thing before Uther sees it."
Also Merlin and Goku are be friends.
Depends on what Merlin season we are in but if we are in the "good Morgana Era" then trauma bonding with Gojo and Goku, with Goku in a similar way She did with Mordred in the og.
■ Unnerving and unintentional. Adar doesn’t flirt the way others do. He offers intensity, focus, and an almost painful kind of recognition. If he’s drawn to you, you’ll feel it – not in words, but in the way he watches you like you haunt him.
■ His gaze holds. Longer than is polite, longer than is safe. Not out of lust, but longing. His eyes say, You remind me of something I lost. Or something I never had.
You’re not sure if it flatters or chills you.
■ He speaks softly, always. Even when angry. But when he speaks to you, it’s even more quiet – measured, reverent, as if he’s trying not to ruin the moment.
“There is light in you… not blinding. Just enough to cast a shadow I can walk beside.”
■ He remembers things you didn’t know you said. Mentions them unexpectedly, like:
“You said you missed the smell of wild thyme in the morning. There’s a grove. North of here. Still untouched.”
You never told him that. Not directly.
■ His offerings are strange – not flowers or trinkets, but acts of protection, rare truths, or silence shared at his side. He gives you a curved blade and says nothing. Later, you find it’s been etched with your name in Quenya.
■ Adar doesn’t understand love the way he once did. It’s been burned out of him. What remains is memory and ruin, reshaped into something new. If he wants you, it frightens him because desire means attachment, and attachment has always led to loss.
So he draws near in half-measures:
Standing watch near your camp but saying nothing.
Leaving you food without admitting it.
Touching your wrist once, only once, when you’re wounded and staring at his own hand like it betrayed him.
■ If he ever speaks openly – truly openly – it would come in a moment of shared pain or devastation. Something like:
“I have seen beauty twisted into terror. I have seen light extinguished. But you… you remind me that there is still something worth kneeling for. And I don’t know if that’s love, or ruin.”
■ He wouldn’t kiss you – not unless you moved first. And even then, he might hesitate… before pulling you closer with all the desperation of someone who thought they no longer belonged in the world, and suddenly realizes he wants to.
┏ •◦ Halbrand •◦ ┓
■ Calculated charm masquerading as casual banter. But beneath the smirks and swagger is a man always toeing the edge of truth and manipulation. He flirts to disarm, to control, and – rarely – because something in you actually moves him.
■ His eyes are always watching, even when his smile is facing elsewhere. You’ll feel it – the weight of his gaze. The way he lingers a moment too long when you laugh. When you look away, he tilts his head slightly… as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle that just got interesting.
■ His words are fast, slick, and charming, but often laced with double meaning. He’ll say something like:
“Careful. Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you actually like me.”
Delivered with a grin, but something shifts behind his eyes. Daring you to admit it. Or deny it.
■ His compliments are masked as observations, framed to sound like jokes:
“You know, you don’t belong here… You walk like someone who’s never been afraid of anything.”
Then he’ll glance away, smirk.
“Or maybe you're just better at hiding it than I am.”
■ His flirtation is part push, part pull: One minute he’s right beside you, breath warm at your ear, teasing you over something minor. The next, he’s halfway across the room, as if putting space between you before he lets something real slip.
■ Halbrand doesn’t flirt to get close – he flirts to stay in control. It’s a shield, a tactic. He’s used to people being drawn in, and he knows how to make you lean closer without even touching you.
But if it’s real, if you actually matter to him?
That’s when it gets dangerous.
■ Because suddenly, he’s not playing anymore.
Suddenly, your presence is something he needs, and that means vulnerability – a thing he hates.
He’ll:
Bite back real compliments.
Touch your wrist like it’s a risk.
Almost say something… and then cover it with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes.
■ If the mask slips – if he lets himself feel – it would be quiet. Unsteady. Brutal in its honesty.
“I wasn’t supposed to stay. I told myself I’d leave the moment it got too easy. Too human. But here I am… still looking at you. Still wondering what you’d say if I asked you to stop me.”
“From what?”
“From doing something unforgivable. From doing it again.”
■ He wouldn’t kiss you right away. Not unless you stepped in first. But if you did, he’d hesitate, for one heartbeat. Then give in like a man falling off a cliff, knowing there’s no going back.
These had been so fun to write, so if you have a request for any Tolkien characters or "what if's" feel free to request them!
Your are the monarch of a historical/fantasy kingdom, who perished many years ago and your name is only written down in recorded history, know only to future generations.
Out of the 130 options in the picker wheel here (all are gender neutral),
What do you think of your epithet/nickname/sobriquet?
I expected Americans without another discernible cultural background to answer this with regional American dishes im getting taken out by people just saying stuff like “burger” and “mcdonalds”
gummygunk
izzy806
yousharknotpass
titsay
andulkaphoto
jbbartram-illu
janainaart
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