I get really offended when people tell me I’m going to hell for being bi cus I feel like they’re overlooking all of the other valid reasons that I’m going to hell
I get really offended when people tell me I’m going to hell for being bi cus I feel like they’re overlooking all of the other valid reasons that I’m going to hell
Messy Carterdoux sketches because I'm in love with Carter Bellum Howard and Hisirdoux Casperan and I hate the idea of working right now. Out of context spoilers for the latest chapter (7) of All is Fair in Love and War by the amazing @honeyxmonkey. Please read it. I'm begging you. I binged it, and it is just perfect.
You can see me trying to figure out to draw Carter’s hair and I’m still not happy with it yet, but just- I love them.
edit: I forgot Carter's freckles T-T
Douxie for the character ask meme?
Thanks for responding to this prompt~
🎸 Douxie 🎸
1: sexuality headcanon Ace/Aro 2: otp Douxie/Workers Unions 3: brotp Whatever the fuck Archie and Douxie have going on. 4: notp I have no actual Douxie ships. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head Merlin was scolding Douxie over time magic (before he learned about the plot of Wizards) for a reason. 6: favorite line from this character Any time he mockingly repeats Merlin's words. 7: one way in which I relate to this character I too am a working class loser who speaks the most to a cat-shaped dragon in my day to day life. 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character "Big D" I will not elaborate. 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Cinnamon roll but only in an ineffectual cheeky bastard way.
The “kiss kiss kiss” is Mary
Douxie: QUICK WHAT DOES LB STAND FOR?
Steve: LIGMA BALLS
Claire: Little bitch
Douxie: THE MEASUREMENT DUMBARSE! WHAT IS IT?
Douxie: POUND DEEZ NUTS
WOOOOOO RISH/DOUXIE TIME GO STUPID GO CRAZY
this is a very important question, do we think douxie writes in all caps?
✨Two Fairies ✨
i love them so much lkhfgjkjgjhhjg
Aaaaaand Another fanart xD
Yeah, still a TOA one ooop
Changed My art style again. I'm a Lost case
all too well - Douxie and Cheyenne break up because he thinks she is a mortal.
summary: Douxie and Cheyenne break up because he thinks she's a mortal
pairing: Douxie Casperan x Cheyenne Danvers
warnings: I haven't written fanfiction in like four years, probably more. so beware. angst. if you notice more feel free to message me.
I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But something’ bout it felt like home somehow
And I’ve left my scarf at your sister’s house
And you’ve still got it in your drawer even now.
They walked through the door of Cheyenne's house to meet a group of friendly faces. They all were so happy to see the two of them. And then, just then Douxie felt alright.
Now douxie is left with only a sweater in his top drawer. It was the only thing left from he was truly happy.
Oh your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves are falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture after all these days
The music was almost blaring, only soft enough to not hurt their ears. Douxie and Cheyenne were singing loud enough to get the people not in the car to hear them.
When the two of them stopped for a minute to get a break from the road, Cheyenne saw a pile of leaves. “Leaves,” she gasped as she got out of the car and sprinted toward the big pile of leaves, and jumped in them. Douxie then got out of the car and walked up to her and watched as she was just messing with them.
And I know it’s long gone and that magic’s not here no more
And I might be okay but I’m not fine at all
Douxie sat and for some reason couldn’t get that memory out of his mind. He knew that it was helpful to sit here and sulk but he couldn’t help it. He just missed Cheyenne and knew he couldn’t bear to see her. He knew it would just make himself and her feel worse.
You told me bout your past thinking your future was me
And you were tossing me the car keys
“Fuck the patriarchy” keychain on the ground
We were always skipping town
Douxie and Cheyenne were getting to go to Jim’s house because everyone was meeting up there.
Douxie tossed Cheyenne his car keys for her to go start up the car.
And I was thinking on the drive now, anytime now
He’s gonna say it’s love
You never called it what it was
Douxie wished he could’ve said what it was earlier. He loved her and now he wouldn’t be able to tell her.
Til we were gonna and dead and buried
Check the pulse and come back swearing it’s the same after three months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you
But all I felt was shame
Douxie thought maybe he would see her in the afterlife. Maybe he was selfish, but he hoped he wouldn’t fall in love with anyone else. And he could try to start where they left off, mend their relationship. He felt shame that he couldn’t just stay with her longer.
Maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
Cheyenne was at a loss. She thought everything was going amazing up until that night. She didn’t understand why he wanted to end their relationship. She did at a surface level but not truly. Cheyenne didn't want to believe that the harmonic relationship that they had was going to end.
They say “All’s well that ends well” but I’m in a new hell every time
You double-cross my mind
Cheyenne thought she would be okay after this long. She thought she would be by now. But she feels exactly as she did on that night. Like she was a crumpled piece of paper.
You said if we had been closer in age, maybe it would have been fine
And that made me want to die
Douxie’s words ran through Cheyenne’s head. That they weren’t meant to be together. That they couldn’t. Because he was immortal and she wasn’t. And she knew it would’ve had to happen eventually but she was crushed. She didn’t want to believe it.
The idea you had of me who was she
A never-needy every lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you
Not weeping in a party bathroom
Some actress asking me what happened you
You, that’s what happened, you
Cheyenne just couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t believe Douxie was the one who was making her this way. She thought she would never be like this because of him. But things change.
Mary, Darcy, and Claire had brought her out to try and cheer her up. Although she appreciated their efforts, she just couldn’t bring herself to act happy. Then the bathroom door opened and it was the three of her friends who brought her out tonight. Mary asked what was wrong and Cheyenne couldn’t take it bottling it up anymore and she let it out.
Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it
I’d like to be my old self again
But I’m still trying to find it
Cheyenne could barely walk out of her room. Her heart was so deeply hurt. She tried to wear the same things she did before. Tried to listen to some of the music but she couldn't. It just didn’t bring her joy anymore.
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
The breaking point for Cheyenne was when she went back to Douxie’s apartment to get the stuff she had in there. That was when she realized that they couldn’t go back.
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
Cause it smells like innocence
And it smells like me
You can’t get rid of it
Cause you remember all too well
After a little while, Cheyenne realized she couldn’t find her favorite scarf. She remembered she left it in Douxie’s car and she wasn’t going to go and get it back. She wasn’t going to face him.
And I was never good at telling jokes
But the punchline goes
“I’ll get older but your lover stay my age”
Cheyenne came to know that she was just a passing moment in Douxie’s life. That there would be girls after her. Probably quite a bit.
And she would just end up as someone who he thought of from time to time.
Cause in this city’s barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow
And how it glistened how it fell
It was icy cold outside and Douxie, Cheyenne, and all of their friends were outside to experience the first snow. And when the first snowflake fell so many fell after it. And some of their friends were trying to eat or catch it. But Cheyenne noticed a snowflake fell on Douxie’s nose so she tried to pick it up but it just ended up melting. He chuckled.
Just between did the love affair maim you too
Just between us, do you remember it all too well
It has been a while since their breakup, and Cheyenne was all right. She was doing the best she could. She would still hear her friends talk about him sometimes. And that was going to happen because they still talked with him sometimes. But she didn’t want to cry when she heard his name, and to her, that was enough.
Tales of Arcadia art from a year ago
A Hisirdoux and Zoe fic
In the early 19th century, Hisirdoux gets invited to a private ball and makes a lifelong friend.
Hisirdoux takes in his appearance in the mirror, carefully adjusting his cravat just so, adding the final touches to his outfit. He wouldn’t necessarily consider himself to be vain, but well, he does take pride in his appearance. It was one of the first things Merlin taught him, that to control your appearance is to control what assumptions people make about you. Normally Hisirdoux goes for a more subdued look to blend into the background and remain unnoticed but he wants to look presentable for this particular event.
He preens in the mirror, before twirling around and striking a pose.
“How do I look, Archie?” He does feel quite proud of himself. It’s been ages since he’s gotten the chance to attend an upper class event. Sure he loathes the stuffy prim and properness that comes with balls and feasts, but Hisirdoux does miss the feeling of his fancy robes he would don when attending royal events in Camelot.
Archie frowns. “What I think is that this is a bad idea.”
“Oh c’mon Arch!” Hisirdoux whines, slumping to where Archie is lying on his bed. He sits down, lifting his hand to angrily pet Archie. You know, to properly let him know how upset Hisirdoux is. From the sound of Archie’s purring this tactic is working perfectly.
“Douxie you are attending a private ball at the very beginning of the courting season,” Archie starts. Hisirdoux groans at the oncoming lecture. “There is absolutely no way this isn’t going to end in disaster.” Archie looks up at him. “You have to admit that going to an event where all in attendance will be looking for a more permanent romantic relationship is a rather daft idea.”
Hisirdoux sighs. “I know, I know, but…” Hisirdoux pauses. He doesn’t want to offend Archie in any way but, well…He is going a bit stir crazy only having his familiar for company. There sure is something to be said about humans being social creatures and craving human companionship. Hisirdoux is definitely feeling that lack of close human contact getting to him. Fancy that, it took him nearly 600 years to get sick of his constant state of near solitude.
Maybe he shouldn’t go. Archie is right after all. This happens time and time again where he makes friends only to have to leave them suddenly after only a few years. His lack of aging is certainly both a blessing and a curse. And as much as he wants to go out and socialize, he would hate upsetting Archie more.
“I do know though,” Archie begins, “that at the end of the day I very well can’t control you.” Hisirdoux perks up, looking surprised at Archie. “Just please, keep your heart in check? We’ve been in London for far too long already, we don’t have much longer before we have to leave. And I truly hate how heartbroken and desolate you get every time you have to leave your human companions.”
Hisirdoux stands up, quickly dusting himself off of any stray cat hair. “I can’t promise anything. But I’ll try my best.”
Archie hums in thought. “Could you promise to bring me back some fancy meat?”
“That,” Hisirdoux laughs, “I can manage to do.” He glances up at the cuckoo clock that hangs above his bed, hurrying quickly towards the door as he sees the time, taking a spare moment to cast a quick concealment charm on his bracer. “I’m off then!” Hisirdoux hangs slightly out of the open door. “Don’t have too much fun without me Arch!”
“I’m sure I’ll get up to all sorts of shenanigans with you gone,” Archie says as he stands up and stretches languidly. “Oh and Hisirdoux? You do look quite handsome tonight. I hope you have fun.”
Hisirdoux arrives at the venue at exactly 9 pm, precisely the time expressed on the invitation. He stands in awe of the grandeur of the ball hall before hurrying inside, stopping only to check his hat and coat in at the front before venturing into the ballroom proper. The decor on the inside is no less ostentatious, teetering just on the edge of gaudy, but without a doubt achieving its goal of displaying the immense fortune and high status of the Murray family who are hosting the ball.
Hisirdoux was quite lucky to receive an invitation to this event in the first place. Even though he grew up in the castle in Camelot, Hisirdoux is a peasant boy through and through, and that has followed him throughout his life. No matter how hard he tries he just cannot seem to acquire enough money or status to maintain an upper class, or even a middle class lifestyle.
Not that he minds or really cares. The coins of his youth would hardly benefit him today. Money can only take him so far, whereas the skills he has honed over his life have proven to be much more valuable. It is those exact skills that landed him an invitation to this ball in the first place. The eldest Murray daughter had found herself in a spot of trouble with a foreign vampire, and long story short Hisirdoux stepped in to resolve matters and found himself with a golden ticket to the social event of the year.
He spends a few moments flitting about the ballroom, trying to socialize before the dancing begins. It’s difficult though as few of the ladies spare him the time of day. They are looking for suitors after all, and he very well can’t provide for them on his meager income. Perhaps if he had mastered the intricacies of regency era aristocratic etiquette he would have more luck finding someone to converse with. But his lower class accent and slightly out of date suit make him stick out like a sore thumb, making it dreadfully obvious to all in attendance that he is truly a fish out of water.
He would really like to dance though, that is the whole point of attending a ball after all. But with his luck it seems as if he might not get the chance. Proper ball etiquette states that ladies have to start the conversation, and considering how all of them are avoiding him like the plague, Hisirdoux doubts he’ll get the opportunity to ask a lady to dance. So instead, he quietly drifts off to a corner close to the band so he can play off his solitude as a musical interest rather than his obvious lower class status.
Not that he is faking his interest in music. Though the lute will always be his first love, it would be foolish of him not to make use of his immortality by learning every instrument under the sun. Perhaps he should start branching out from string instruments. The bassoon sounds quite magical, perhaps he should ask its player for some tips once the musicians have a break.
Hisirdoux is deep in thought, his gaze unconsciously roving over the crowd when he meets a pair of eyes across the ballroom. Hisirdoux feels himself freeze. A lady with long, elegant, brown hair and a shockingly flamboyant pink dress is staring at him, giving him a curious look. She blinks as soon as she realizes that he is staring back, giving him a little half wave. With elegance and grace, the lady lifts her fan in one hand, carefully touching a finger from the other hand to the top of the fan.
Hisirdoux is certainly not an expert in the language of fans, but even he can’t deny such a clear message of I wish to speak with you. He feels his face flush at her forwardness, and he sees her laugh in barely concealed amusement. She switches her fan so it's held in her left hand, opening it swiftly to half cover her face, fanning it gently, clearly waiting for him to venture closer to her.
Well he’s certainly not going to get a more forward invitation into conversation than that. And beggars certainly can’t be choosers. Not that he is dreading talking to this lady, quite the opposite in fact. Still he can’t help the nerves that flood him at the prospect of being in pleasant company. Archie always goes on and on about how Hisirdoux is completely unable to maintain himself when conversing with people he finds attractive, and this lady is exceedingly easy on the eyes. But it's not as if Archie is here now to bemoan Hisirdoux’s lack of brain cells once in the presence of attractive people, so he takes a moment to calm his nerves before swiftly making his way across the ballroom.
The lady bows as soon as Hisirdoux is in appropriate conversing distance, to which he bows in return.
“For a gentleman currently in attendance of one of the most coveted balls in London, you have been rather unsocial.”
Hisirdoux chuckles, averting his eyes and taking the opportunity to pick up a glass of wine from a tray carried by a passing by waiter. “I am regretfully not as accustomed to these events as the average London socialite.”
“That much is obvious,” she says with a smile. “How then did you manage to acquire an invitation? Has your family newly come into wealth?”
“Oh no nothing of the sort,” he explains. “I am here on the personal invitation of Miss Murray.”
The lady’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh my, I was quite unaware that I was in the presence of a guest of the hostess herself. May I ask how you became acquainted with the Murray family?”
“Ah,” Hisirdoux starts. He hadn’t quite thought of a suitable explanation for that question. He swirls his wine and takes a sip. “I’d rather not get into the details in respect to Miss Murray but I helped the family out of a rather peculiar situation.”
“Hmm, consider me intrigued. You’re quite unlike the other guests in attendance Mister…”
“Casperan,” Hisirdoux fills in. “And may I be privy to the lady’s name as well?”
“That’s a rather interesting surname,” Hisirdoux hums. “I can’t say I’ve heard word of the Ashildr family in London. Did you move to the area recently?”
Miss Ashildr blushes. “Ah yes I suppose you could put it in that manner,” she stammers. “My family travels between our various estates. It has been some time since we have resided permanently in England.”
“Of sorts,” she replies with a wry smile as if she’s telling some sort of joke.
“Now you could consider me intrigued.”
“Well if I have piqued your interest I would be more than happy to continue our discussion over a dance?”
“If it is what the lady desires then I shall be honored to deliver,” he says, extending a hand to her and bowing ever so slightly. She places a gloved hand in his before whisking him off to join the other couples gathering in preparation for the first dance of the evening.
It’s surprisingly enjoyable dancing with Miss Ashildr. She’s witty and charming and he spends the entirety of their two dances together smiling and laughing, all thoughts flying from his head, his mind thoroughly occupied with the woman in front of him.
After nearly an hour of dancing, they step off the main dance floor together, to take a brief moment of repose before the next dance begins. Hisirdoux wishes he could spend the rest of the evening with Miss Ashildr, but alas a lady is only meant to dance with the same man twice before it is expected for her to move on. If they were to spend the entirety of the evening together it would give off the impression that they were betrothed, and that is the last thing Hisirdoux wants.
“You are quite the interesting character Mister Casperan,” she says as the two settle at a table and nurse their respective drinks.
“And you as well.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she laughs. Miss Ashildr gingerly picks up her glass and swirls her wine before taking a sip. “May I ask you a question?”
Hisirdoux nods as he picks up his respective glass, patiently waiting for her to continue.
“Hmm, or rather not a question but an observation perhaps?” She says as she turns to fully face Hisirdoux. “You are quite good at blending in, you know, I hardly would have recognized you as anything other than normal if it weren’t for one tiny detail.” Hisirdoux freezes at her words, his glass halfway to his lips. She sets down her glass before slowly reaching over to his arm on which rests his concealed magical bracer. Or what is meant to be his concealed bracer, as instead of being invisible to the eye it is instead visible for all to see. She gently taps the bracer with a single finger. Upon contact a soft pink light envelops the bracer before it disappears before their very eyes as a concealment charm is once again placed upon it.
“Well then,” Hisirdoux says, tension flooding out of him. “That could have gone much worse, figures I’d find the one other magical person at this event.”
“Really you should be much more careful. You’re quite lucky it was me who noticed and not one of the more, let’s say superstitious types.”
“One would think society had moved past the craze of the witch trials but alas humanity continues to disappoint me,” Hisirdoux quips before taking a sip of his wine.
The music swells in preparation for the next dance, prompting various couples around them all moving towards the dance floor. Hisirdoux regretfully would rather spend the rest of the evening with Miss Ashildr, but alas, social etiquette requires him to bounce between various ladies. He’s about to bid Miss Ashildr farewell when she stops him.
“Forgive me if my proposition is too forward, but would you accompany me to a more private location? I would greatly enjoy continuing our discussion without the prying eyes of socialites too nosey for their own good.”
Hisirdoux blinks in surprise. “Surely us departing together will bring us far more attention than us staying.”
“Perhaps,” Miss Ashildr shrugs. “But does it truly matter when they only exist for only a mere portion of our lifetime?”
Hisirdoux frowns. “I suppose that is true, though I hate to think of human life as being that disposable. But perhaps in the case of caring for their opinions you make a valid point.”
“Well then Mister Casperan, care to escort a lady on an evening promenade?”
Hisirdoux bows, extending his hand and giving Miss Ashildr a cocky smile. “If it is what the lady wishes then who am I to object?”
~ From my RoTT rewrite fic The Eternal Day ~ ^^
heres an old sketch of nari asking for a puppy (and archie being annoyed). but i think the baby leash and the cats v dogs joke are kinda meh so prolly wont ever fnish it
do I fit in your design? || by moon
a douxie/claire fanmix
𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀/𝓢𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓽 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼/𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀/𝓓𝓸 𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷?
playlist: 01 1901 - phoenix / 02 out there - cloudnone/elle vee / 03 lately - metronomy / 04 your design - grace mitchell / 05 empires on fire - banners / 06 luminous - alice and the glass lake / 07 face my fears - isak danielson / 08 sos - elizaveta / 09 young folks - peter bjorn and john / 10 heart by heart - demi lovato / 11 can’t look away - seafret / 12 changed - cloudnone/laura brehm / 13 pacifica (sultan+shepard remix) - shallou/sultan+shephard) / 14 some unique snowflake - stumbleine
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Can you see me? I cannot see you
Everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view
In this blindness, I'm condemned to
Hisirdoux is the most horrifying combination of modern day teenager and 90 year old grandpa and he flip flops between the two at breakneck speed