#Ivette

[fuegoesquivo]

Ivette

[junijwi]

[taevayu]

hi, could you make user ideas for the name "Ivette", "Ivy" or "Ivs"?

── ◜✧◞  ivette / ivy / ivs! ﹕ᶻz

ivctteske / ivorvette / ivettxtr

caeraivy / ivyt4lls / teorivy

ivsdefi / q-uativs / ivstraiin

ivy is such a pretty name

[rintheyordle]

Also some more fun pi things because I'm addicted as hell.

[sungyeng]

I hate cold . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #lipstick #eve #cho #pretty #mexico #cute #hot #makeup #cold #chihuahua #chibi #ivette #instagirl #dark #ghotic #asian #beautiful #parati #beautifulhair #oriental #kawaiigirl #curlyhair #koreanstyle #boring #otaku #kpoper #witch #skz #maniac https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn5gn-ELnmt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[benchpressingbanlikeyou2]

Baby boy prayer 🙏🏼💯

[prometheusinitiative]

May There Always be a Tomorrow || Ivette || Epilogue

Ivette died that day.

During the battle for their beliefs and the world, they died. No matter how much they wanted to stop, no matter how much they wanted to cry and scream on a porch somewhere and live their life like their friends suggested. Whatever good the others still saw in this place Ivette couldn’t see it. All she could think of was her broken and loveless family, her brother’s abandonment, her seven years lost to darkness, the systematic abuse by rulers of the Children of the Primordial Dark. She couldn’t imagine going back to this world while she feels all this heavy pain in her chest. It was her victory or it was her death.

And so it was her death, as she was shown.

It’s almost gentle. It was so easy to just give in. Ivette was so tired deep inside. The sweet voice of Terminus pulled her in with the promise of a hopeful death, and so Ivette accepted. Her being of light once again was shrouded in darkness. In her final moments she thought she heard her friends’ voices screaming. Ivette will apologize to them properly, in her new world… Or at least in whatever afterlife awaits for her.

There was no body to be found. The wreckage was not Ivette’s tomb. By all means the angel of judgment and deliverance was dead and gone. Finally escaped the world she believed had no room for kindness.

But once more Ivette was wrong. Somewhere the survivors of the battle couldn’t reach, someone was giving her a kindness she wouldn’t have believed she deserved. Especially not from him.

“Ah. There you are.”

Eden's hand brushes against the pink and white flowers dangling from the arching vines. It’s quiet in the garden, but not so quiet that he couldn’t feel a thorn in his side amongst the rest. It had just taken a while to track it down.

“I knew you were somewhere in here.” He plucks a flower, holding the bleeding heart’s blossom in his palm as the color slowly fades, petals withering, crumpling, returning to the earth. He can hear the screams of a child. The suffocating darkness of a cupboard.

“I can’t have you stay here” He plucks another flower, then a third, taking his time with it as he chats to himself. He feels tired. Hungry. Scared. “And we both know you wouldn’t want to be stuck here with me, anyway.” The growing pile of dead blossoms collects at his feet one by one until the plant is bare. He sees betrayal. Judgment. Deliverance. Finally, the plant’s stems waste away into a brittle, brown husk, and that dies as well.

And though the last of the memories decay, and are finally forgotten, something new grows in their place. Something made from what came before, but no longer consumed by it. Ivette, but not Ivette.

They look like they could be sleeping, but he can feel the steady heartbeat thrumming in the air. They’ll live again. Eventually, they’ll die again. But that’s a problem for another day. Eden leans on his scythe, staring down at them for a long moment.

“You’re not going to remember anything. It’s probably better that you don’t, really. And I’d say you’re welcome, but you won’t really remember any of this either.” He lets out a small sigh, and a vine pokes up from the dirt, gingerly wrapping around the unconscious body to lift it up, out of the domain. Back to the surface.

“Maybe this way you can see why it was worth saving. Maybe you’ll get it.”

Eden watches from below, alone once again in his garden… but a hint of a mischievous little grin curls up one corner of his lips.

“Maybe you’ll suck less.”

These days you hear all sorts of rumors of monsters and magic, rumors that are getting harder and harder to ignore. Somewhere in America’s pacific northwest you can hear about the rumor of a mysterious lady who appeared out of nowhere on the outskirts of a tiny rural town.

It’s the early morning while the moon is still out. Some folk are awoken by the sounds of a guttural scream. Some feared it might be more of these strange beasts, cryptics they heard them be called, wandering closer to town. The braver of the people go to investigate the scream and find not a beast but a person. A strange person laying on the ground with their arms propping them up, wailing. It was a little unnerving but they watched.

The woman didn’t know where she was, how she got there, or who she was. There was nothing in her head, but in her heart? There was a pain so deep and bitter that all she could do was cry. Cry and scream and grieve for something she had no memory of. They may not remember anything before waking up here but they knew they were in a type of pain that had been bottled up for far too long. It all bubbled out the moment they woke, rage and despair that could only be eased by sobbing wildly. The townsfolk watching could only look at each other, unsure what to do in this situation. A gruff woman would push past the others and kneel besides the stranger, seeing she was not a danger. Still crying, they were lifted from the ground by the woman and taken back to her home.

It’s said she wept for two days and two nights before finally exhausting all the pain in her heart.

The story goes on, as months would go by and the person’s amnesia wouldn’t recover. The only clue being a French accent, she couldn’t recall a single thing about her past- Not even her name. The town, at first, was wary of her. With clawed fingers of dipped gold, bright sparkling freckles, and eyes that shifted and shined like Heaven’s light, they made everyone concerned that they might be one of those monsters that have been stalking the area. The woman that first sheltered them, Siavik, watched and cared for them regardless if she shared the town’s concern.

Months would go by and Celine, as she was now called, would set roots within the town. With time things got better, the people around her relaxed, they would be endeared by her kindness and maternal nature, and they would soon accept her. Celine found purpose caring for the children in the town, she would make friends, and she would find love with Siavik. Celine became a beloved member of their little town and later their strange savior.

You can hear rumors about a strange weeping woman of gold and light. You can hear rumors about how when a cryptic had attacked the town that Celine moved without thinking, summoned swords of pure light without a second thought, and killed the creature like it was natural. Muscle memory forcing her to attack, she would claim. Some of the town was grateful, and some scared. You can hear a rumor of an angel of light protecting a town somewhere in the pacific northwest of the US.

That angel came to the town on a blank slate with nothing but pain in her heart. Two years pass by and now that person is Celine Lykanos, living in a cozy home with her wife. She babysits for her neighbors, she hosts dinners, and makes sweet bread with a passion. Sometimes rabbits she spots in the wild make her heart stir. The night makes her uneasy. That strange weepy woman can be seen sitting on their porch feeding stray cats even though their wife tells them not to, though she won’t ever force them to stop- It makes them happy.

Sometimes Celine can be seen sitting among flowers, wiping tears away as she still mourns for something she can’t remember. Her memories might be forever missing but there are things she knows now.

She knows the world is wonderful and she can’t wait for tomorrow.

[overnightheartbeats]

[cal-kestis]

HAPPY BDAY NIK!!! hope it's an excellent one and that you're able to treat urself to smth special <3 🥳🎉🥳🎉

thank you ames!!! 🤍🤍🤍

[fuegoesquivo]

Ivette Blanche

[junijwi]

@prometheusinitiative Chapter 2 motive dropped today! :)

[flickerflyy-art]

A bit more tokotas art.

[classichorrorblog]

Popcorn (1991)

[sungyeng]

:3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #cuu #lipstick #eve #cho #pretty #mexico #cute #hot #makeup #chibi #ivette #instagirl #dark #ghotic #asian #beautiful #parati #tired #oriental #kawaiigirl #curlyhair #koreanstyle #boring #otaku #kpoper #beauty #black https://www.instagram.com/p/CnfdYkuOjr1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[devil-child-robin]

Throwing this out here 👉🏾👈🏾 my oc and peppino. Just some comfort fluff I doodled some time ago. I’m just shy to show it lmao