#The chronicles

[ruinemade]

A collection of Valfrid & Ail Alcis drawings

The Prince of Ash and Alder

Giving him a dagger knowing it could be used against him.

Seduction, I guess.

Outfit designs for Valfrid.

I started designing Valfrid's siblings, but this one may be scrapped for being too similar.

Dost thou?

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

guess what time it is?

chronicle time.

enjoy :)

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Word Count: 589 words

Warnings: mentions of gore, mentions of medical setting, mentions of murder, killing, etc., mentions of wounds, scars, blood, etc., mentions of death, heavens, dying, etc. (all very detailed), major angst and heartbreak, also if the THOUGHT/SOUND of a heart monitor beeping is triggering or unpleasant for you, PLEASE BE WARNED, as beeping from a heart monitor is alluded to after every paragraph

Genre: Gut-wrenching angst

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #8, so if you would like some more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it'll allow for more understanding of what's going on. Also, there are FLASHBACK ELEMENTS implemented into this chronicle, but this chronicle is a continuation of the present, as the FLASHBACK is in PREVIOUS PRESENT MOMENTS.

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chronicle VI - deathbed

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She wasn’t who he remembered.

This was someone else.

Someone who let the cold catch up to her.

It was always a step behind.

beep.

The sun had long disappeared, swirling anchor colored clouds dispersing themselves among the heavens. 

It was harrowing.

beep.

It looked as if she was on the steps to the heavens herself.

Lifeless.

Cold limbs.

Empty eyes.

beep. 

He should’ve been faster.

Quicker.

Stronger.

beep.

He was such a fool.

What a fool. 

Fool. Fool. F o ol. F o    o    l-

beep. 

“James? Are you alright?”

beep.

The storm was grasping for anything beyond the windows of the makeshift hospital room. 

Screaming, raging with wind, pelts of water splashing innocence down the drain.

Dr. Banner should’ve been a relief, a comfort in such a dire situation.

beep. 

“She looks like she’s dead.”

Hoarse, frail.

Bucky’s voice didn’t even sound like his own. 

beep. 

“I promise you she is not dead. Her lack of life comes from the traumas her body has been put through. The slow beating of her heart is indicative of life. As she progresses, her health will slowly move into a better direction.” 

beep.

In any other circumstance, Bucky would have listened to the brilliant scientist standing before him. Heeded his words, filed them away in the corners of his mind.

He would have been relieved. 

beep. 

“I wasn’t there quick enough, Bruce.”

beep. 

There was no relief here. 

beep.

“If the mission was delayed any further, I do believe you wouldn’t have been in time. But you were today. And that’s what matters most.”

beep. 

Her hair was mismatched, burned pieces so short they cradled her ears. Others were so long they looked almost entirely out of place.

White streaks were present in the front of the bloody red curls. 

Since when did she have white streaks in the front?

beep. 

Bruises, cuts, marred skin where flesh had been split from bones and memories stolen from her mind. 

She was on her fucking deathbed.

beep. 

And the scars. 

They were littered everywhere. 

Some were fresh, blood still present on the wound. Others were faded, time healing whatever ugly horrors had been committed. 

A fresh one was present on her left eye, swollen, blackened shut. 

Another cut bruising her lips, chapped from screaming. 

beep. 

Bucky had done that to her in the struggle. 

beep. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Valoria,” he yelled.

Bucky had severely underestimated her prowess. 

All black, a scarf covering her nose and mouth.

Thigh high boots, dripping in red.

Wild blood curls.

White streaks?

Her eyes deceived her.

“Stop calling me that.”

She was lost. 

Bucky was so familiar with this situation, the nightmare he re-lived each time his god forsaken mind hit the pillow. 

“Remember who you are, Valoria. It’s me, James. Please. Look at me,” Bucky screamed.

It reminded Bucky of being in a crowd, desperately screaming, calling out to anyone who would listen.

No one listened. 

He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore.

Perhaps he just wanted his wife life back. 

“You’re an obstacle.”

She had lunged.

He was quick, familiar with the tactic he had been trained in so well.

Kill. Eliminate. Assassinate. Murder.

beep.

The darkness outside grew.

Bruce had disappeared.

beep.

She didn’t even remember her own goddamn name.

beep. 

The light of his life, his world, his everything. 

Lifeless. 

This wasn’t a hospital, this was the morgue. 

He was a fucking visitor.

beep. 

Mourning his life wife.

beep.

The cold was always a step behind. 

beep. 

“Who the hell is Valoria?”

beep.

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people who i think would like to see this:

@hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @chaoticvampirejedi @emperor-palpaminty

[walkergirlsposts]

The pilot episode of Seinfeld is on now. Rewatching it, I wonder how it made 9 seasons. It's so cheesy and not really that funny. Lol

"You can't overdry the machine. Just like you can't over-wet. Or once you're dead, you're dead. You can't over-die. 🤦

[hellsite-yano]

[lesdrawsposts]

Zagan's new concept colors, father and uncle review, and just trio ref

[walkergirlsposts]

I'm just watching the pilot again. It's on now! It was terrible!!! 😂😂

i think the thing about seinfeld is that like, 75% of george and jerry’s problems would be solved if they ever listened to a woman and 90% of elaine’s problems would be solved if she ever slept with a woman

[rodrickheffeley]

today I discovered Anne rice’s son’s tweets through twitter. im like this is exactly what I should have expected

[smokiedokie]

I opened my copy of The Tale of the Body Thief & immediately had to close it again because of this silly little annotation

[dear-ao3]

adult hood is just

*buys a half gallon of milk* *uses it all within a few days* *decided to buy a gallon of milk to not run out before next shopping trip* *uses a teaspoon of milk that week and it goes bad somehow* *buys a quart of milk instead so it won’t go bad* *uses it in one day* *buys a quart and a half gallon of milk because the gallon was too much but the half gallon was not enough* *only uses the half gallon* *gives up on milk for a few days in general* *buys a gallon of milk again just to tempt fate* *somehow uses all of it without realizing and then has to eat sad cereal with like the 5 drops of remaining milk*

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas gets added to the payroll

Bruce Wayne (seeing Duke walk past his office): Duke.

Duke backwards walked to Bruce’s office.

Duke: Sup?

Bruce: Did you check your bank account? The direct deposit should’ve hit.

Duke: The what? Oh you were serious about that?

Bruce: Of course, you’re not only my son, but you do work for me and you deserve an income.

Duke: Thanks dude, but I can’t take your money I work at the library.

Bruce: Duke, trust me. You deserve this. I do it for all my kids… except Tim.

Duke: Why not Tim?

Bruce: Long story… he owns part of my company, plus he- he definitely embezzled a lot of my funds before I noticed so him working at my company is his paycheck.

Duke (alarmed): That was him?!

Bruce: Yeah, but that’s not important currently. You enjoy your first payhcheck and I’m proud of you.

Duke: Thanks man.

Duke left the office, checking his phone as he walked to his room. He nearly dropped his phone seeing the four digits in his bank account that had five dollars in it three days ago.

Duke (shocked, happy): Three- Three thousand dollars?! Woooooooo! I’m eating good tonight! No wait, game stop here I come!

Duke ran out the house passing by Stephanie and Jason.

Duke: I can finally buy a PlayStation!

Jason: Wait until he finds out it’s a monthly payment.

Stephanie: I’ll tell him later. Want to go tell Tim about it first?

Jason: 100% yes.

[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

Another day, another chronicle my friends

A short one but a good one indeed.

Enjoy :)

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Word Count: 595 words

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, rebirth (all mentioned, but not detailed), the slightest hint of angst, major comfort and fluff

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Notes: This chronicle relates to snippet #5, so if you would like some more context, you can read that snippet first. Not required, but it’ll allow for more understanding of what’s going on. :)

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chronicle III - mermaids

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Bucky hated movie nights.

Or at least he thought he did.

Bucky was starting to think time went by faster in this god forsaken tower.

It was another movie night.

This time accompanied by the charm and dreamy atmosphere of Disney.

It was supposed to be a “bonding” experience.

Bucky kept trying to refer back to that as he watched the others fight over what magical movie to watch this evening.

“Everyone knows you watch Cinderella on Disney night.”

“That’s just a rule you made up, Stark.”

Bucky wondered if Nat ever grew tired of Stark. He wondered if everyone wanted to punch his lights out every few days.

Or maybe that was just a Bucky thing.

“Can we watch Winnie the Pooh? Please?”

“No Sam. No one wants to watch a bear eat honey.”

Bucky usually tuned this out, but for some reason this time around, he found it humorous in a way.

Even if Sam and Clint going back and forth about a bear eating honey was annoying.

So much for bonding.

It was a miracle they had actually picked a movie.

Some movie about a girl who was a mermaid, but wanted to become a human.

It was another miracle that everyone had already fallen asleep.

Bonding or not, Bucky was already planning his escape. He would slowly creep over Nat and Clint, making sure to miss Clint’s hand that was still reaching for the popcorn in his snoring slumber. Then, he would bypass Bruce and Stark on the couch, avoiding Steve and Sam at the end of the-

“Who’s that?”

He would have jolted.

He should have.

This time around though, she was wearing dog pajama pants.

“I’m sorry?”

“The mermaid. Who is she?”

Bucky had almost forgotten there was a movie playing.

“Oh, uh- I think her name is Ariel. She’s trying to become a human.”

She hummed, slowly creeping over to the empty spot next to Bucky.

This happened last month.

At first, he wasn’t quite sure what to think. Another person to join him in his own personal brand of hell, aka movie night. More minds to churn the idea of another month gone by in the tower.

Yet…

He was finding he didn’t mind it so much.

“She kind of looks like me.”

Bucky followed V’s finger, pointed at the cartoonish hair flowing down the mermaid’s back.

The mermaid’s was angelic, pure.

The color of innocence.

V’s was similar, save for the white streaks in the front.

V’s was darker though. Cherry red, garnet red.

Blood red.

The color of rebirth. Life anew.

“She does.”

Bucky liked V’s hair though.

“It’s pretty. The mermaid’s hair.”

He hummed in agreement.

He wasn’t looking at the cartoonish movie.

“So is yours.”

He truly hadn’t meant for it to come out.

He’d promised himself he would just leave it alone, let the past die.

Everything else had, so why couldn’t this?

But Steve hadn’t.

Neither did V.

“Oh- thank you.”

It was warm, comforting. Her smile.

The cycle of life was anew for Bucky. The past had died, corroded away, stayed in the past as it should have.

The cartoonish mermaid kept swimming on screen, dancing and singing to some silly tune.

This time around, Bucky did forget there was a movie playing all together.

Maybe movie nights weren’t really about movies with mermaids after all.

Maybe it was about sitting next to pretty girls in dog pajama pants. Who had warm smiles and mermaid-like hair.

Maybe movie nights weren’t so bad after all.

And Bucky decided he liked that idea.

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people who think would like to see this: @hellothere-generalangsty @eyecandyeoz @monako-jinn-stories @chaoticvampirejedi @ahsokasleftbicep

[walkergirlsposts]

Oh, I forgot! Elaine wasn't in this episode yet??

[and-fishing-equipment]

i've started reading tvl and no amount of posts telling me there's a "huge tonal shift" could have prepared me for this HUGE TONAL SHIFT this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read it genuinely goes like:

louis, narrator of iwtv: as i wandered the streets of paris, i wished most of all for death. i had called to god, to satan, anyone, to find meaning in it all. but for an evil creature such as myself there is no place in this world. there can be no love where this evil lies. it was as though a veil separated me from all that could be good and righteous. i did not deserve to love and be loved in return, not by claudia, lestat, armand. to attempt it would be a sisyphean task, a fools tale. and yet...... the need for hole from armand was so great. greater was only the need for........ living human blood.

lestat, narrator of tvl: hey guys, my name is lestat, you may know me because i'm really hot and sexy. english isn't my first language so sorry if i make any mistakes!! okay here's my story: after rotting beneath the earth for decades, my hot and sexy body has finally risen from the ground. i used to be depressed, but now i'm slutting it up again in the 20th century! first thing i did was get some (hot and sexy) new clothes and then wore them while riding my (hot and sexy) motorcycle and listening to bach on my sony walkman. while i was watching this super niche indie film (you've probably not heard of it) "apocalypse now" i realized that i'm so evil that i shouldn't exist. but then i realized what could make me deserve to live on this planet: rock n roll music.

[lesdrawsposts]

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