#aquaace

[altruistic-meme]

IM SO GLAD YOU KNEW!! :D I also got mine immediately and am so fricken jazzed about it. The way they had the colors of a passing day meant to symbolize both the story growing darker and the sunrise-> Abram-> death killed me. So gorgeous. And the symbols!!! The key!!! And the brand new ministories??? I'm so pumped

YES!!!! I cannot wait to read the ministories aaaaaaa and to see all the designs properly, like the regular hardcover designs under the dust jackets????? the end papers???? UGH it's so exciting

also all of this on top of TSC releasing next month I am SO excited for all the new fans we'll hopefully get as well, and the new influx of fan content on top of everything :')) what a year to be an aftg fan!!!!

[emoboybattle]

Did my short knife king get picked? No. Am I still here for the dork ass scrimblos in black who did? You bet your ass! Excited to see how this turns out! Happy pride month everybody

I love the energy you guys have abt this tournament!! I’m getting excited 🖤

[kiragecko]

@angel-gidget tagged me in a username song game!

k - King of Anything by Sara Bareilles

i - I am an Illusion by Rob Thomas

r - Richard Cory by Simon & Garfunkel

a - All Star by Smashmouth

g - Great Big Stupid World by Randy Stonehill

e - Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Motley Crew

c - Clap for the Wolfman by The Guess Who

k - Kryptonite by Three Doors Down

o - On and On by Kirby Krackle (Angsty Wolverine song!)

If you want to : @captaincanute, @aquaace, @storiesintheashes, @plotbunny-bundle, @brittababbles, @specialagentartemis, @evenaturtleduck, @tuesdayisfordancing

[jesterbots]

Good morning buddy!!

goo morn!!!!!!

[smolfoxbab]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!!! SENDING LOTS OF LOVE AND GOOD BDAY WISHES!!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

THANK YOU FRENDO LOVE U HOPE UR DOING WELL 💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞

[cabbage--rose]

I associate you with Pearl, Micheal and Jeremy also hi! ily!

Aaaa thank you!!

[quirkykayleetam]

The Kid Napping Rescue

Fluffy Hurt/Comfort based on this beautiful prompt by @whumpdaydreamerx!

“Mama, Mama! That man is hurt! Stop walking, please! He’s bleeding!”

Pain. Scraped concrete. Sticky, pooling blood. Branigan Leahy jerked awake in a fog as a tiny finger prodded the fire in his back. 

Run! He had to run. It was a set-up. The mark knew he was coming. There were too many of them. He had to—

“E-excuse me? Are you okay?”

Branigan could only groan as a new wave of pain pulsed through him. He curled in on himself, pressing a hand as hard as he could against the blood pumping from his abdomen to darken his coat. 

Even as he tried to focus, the small voice faded farther and farther away. A larger shadow moved to stand over him, causing his every instinct to scream at him to fight back. But as he clenched his muscles trying for some, any control, Branigan’s vision flashed white and then went totally black. 

A popcorn ceiling. Yellow floral drapes. Incessantly cheerful music. Branigan wasn’t sure where he was when he awoke, but it felt like a trippy fever dream. Including the part where he was unarmed. 

Blindly, he reached for his gun belt, one of the four knives in his boots, anything. The movement only caused a stab of pain through his side that was pure, bloody agony. 

“Stay still, won’t you?” A woman’s voice said from somewhere above him. “I won’t have you bleeding all over my carpet. It’s bad enough Theo wouldn’t leave you alone.”

At that, a very cheerful five- or six-year-old with floppy brown hair and the longest eyelashes Branigan had ever seen bounded into the room. 

“You’re awake! Mama said I had to be real quiet cause you were all droopy. We had to carry you here, remember, Mama? You had a lot of trouble with your feet. Do you have two left ones?”

“Wha?”

“Two left feet! Ms. Reilly says that’s what I have sometimes when I have trouble walking straight.”

“I’m sure the nice man has one right and one left foot just like you, honey. Now, why don’t you go finish your show?”

The kid ignored her, coming closer to look into Branigan’s eyes. He cocked his head in an owlish expression. 

“I’m Theo. What were you doing sleeping in the alleyway all twisty?”

“Bran...Branigan.” His throat tasted like gunpowder and asphalt. He glanced at Theo’s mother a moment before continuing. “I was running from the bad guys.”

Theo was unimpressed. 

“You didn’t seem to be running very fast.”

Branigan’s chuckle had him seeing fire and gasping for air. 

“I...I had to stop for a rest break. They roughed me up a bit.”

“And that’s when we found you.”

“Yeah.” He looked up again. “Thanks for that.”

“It’s our ‘sponsibity to look after people, right Mama?”

Theo’s mother combed an exasperated hand through her hair. 

“That’s right, honey. Now, why don’t you go get Mr. Branigan a popsicle, hmmm?”

“Oh yeah! We’ve got the best kind! Well, we’re out of cherry, but I’ll make sure I don’t give you one of those nasty orange ones.”

With that, Theo sprang from the room. Branigan looked for something he could use as a crutch—temporarily—to pull himself up.

“As I said, I thank you ma’am.” He stifled several winces, a moan, and a heavy curse just shifting his weight. “I don’t want to cause you any more trouble.”

“As I said, stop moving your ass. I don’t care if it’s gangs or drugs or what you’re into. Even if you were capable of walking out that door under your own steam, I ain’t letting you bleed out from a bullet wound and what looks like the goddamn Grand Canyon in your shoulder now that I got you here. What were you gonna do it Theo hadn’t taken a shine to you, huh? Tried to patch this up yourself?”

Branigan tried to shrug; he’d had worse. The wound in his shoulder soon had him hissing in pain at the movement. That cut went through muscle. It was nearly all the way around his back and would have taken some serious gymnastics to stitch on his own, probably in some sweet hotel bathroom he could rent by the hour.

He looked into his caretaker’s steely gray eyes. She cocked an eyebrow. He bowed his head in surrender. At least that only hurt a decent amount. 

“Right. Now, let’s get that coat off and get a proper look at you. I’m Moira. Not giving you a last name and you better not go poking Theo for one, you hear? We’re decent folk keeping our heads down in a bad neighborhood and I won’t have you coming back to haunt us. Theo’s been let down enough times. I’ll stick this bullet back in you if he gets hurt by you.”

Branigan Leahy learned several things that afternoon: Theo was short for Theodin; Moira was a secret Lord of the Rings nerd. Branigan was going to seriously have to work on his sewing skills because while it still hurt like hellfire, Moira’s stitches in his shoulder did a much better job than any field dressing he’d ever done. Of course, that also could be due to the fact that she had been pre-med before getting pregnant with Theo and, thus, had managed to get the bullet lodged in his abdomen out before Bran had woken up. (He shuddered and thrice thanked his lucky stars for that). There was now a character on Sesame Street named Abi Kadabi who was a literal fairy. And forget everything he’d learned about protein intake and proper hydration; popsicles were fucking delicious after a firefight.

Moira left the living room to throw away the remains of Bran’s bloody bandages and Theo’s sugar-sticky napkins only to return and find the pair snoring softly to the tune of Elmo’s World. Theo curled against Bran’s less-injured side, their legs tangled together, as Bran wrapped an arm as tightly around the kid as he could. As gently as possible, Moira slipped a blanket around the boys’ shoulders.

After all, it was their ‘sponsibility to look after each other. 

Tagging my enablers: @softazelma, @undersketchdraws, @redwingedwhump, @friendly-neighborhood-frog, @yeetiestofyoots, @aquaace, @blue-flare10, @straight-to-the-pain, @abouttemperedgrace.  I love you all!

[cool-wears-a-trenchcoat]

─ ✧ 8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER ✧ ─

Tagged by @sevenbrigade

Thank you sm for tagging me!

Favorite colors: dark purple+pastel yellow, and dark blue

Last song I listened to: Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

Fave musicians: Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Imagine Dragons, I the Mighty

Fave song: Hmmm, currently I think my favorite song would be Oh, It Is Love by Hellogoodbye

Last film I watched: Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Last tv show I watched: Project Runway

Fave original character: okay, this is super hard, but I really love Jonathan from The Mummy and Will from the Ranger’s Apprentice series!

Sweet, Spicy, Savory: Savory

Sparkling water, tea, coffee: Tea

Pets: 6 cats and a dog

I tag (you totally don’t have to do this)

@aquaace, @pukichun, @2-many-fandoms-to-chose-from, @morekewlthanu, @cup-of-coffeecat, @angelofgrace96

[altruistic-meme]

Hi! You're one of the people I follow because you also like TFC (I like your blog btw:]) so I thought you'd be interested to know Nora was able to make a deal with Rainbow Crate to get her books done up in special hardcovers with super cool art that are on sale now. They looks so cool and like something you may enjoy so I wanted to share :] (took the picture from twitter)

hi!!!!!!!

i have seen!!! i was so excited AHA and i literally bought a set the MOMENT they went on sale :'DD 9:02am EDT i got the confirmation email about my purchase lmao

look at the pretty edges ;;; the chess pieces for kevin ;;;;; and the way the day is passing from book to book afternoon -> evening -> night UGH. i love it. i cannot wait for them to come in come this fall ;;;;

[candyappley]

courtesy of @aquaace 

[hellofriend]

40 songs tag!

Was originally the 10 songs tag but I got tagged by @impulesiveroleplay @grandest-relic @amber-rose-neko-san @bubblybois so we're changing it up!

Movements

Close to You (Acoustic & English cover)

Love is War (English cover)

Deja Vu (cover)

She Use to Be Mine

What Baking Can Do

Dust and Ashes

When He Sees Me

Never Ever Getting Rid of Me

Pierre and Natasha

Haven't Met You Yet (cover)

I Will Follow You into the Dark (cover)

First Burn

Diary of Jane (cover)

From Now On

Rewrite the Stars

Good for You

Requiem

Words Fail

The A Team

In My Dreams (cover)

Lisa (cover)

Broadway, Here I Come! (cover)

The Tree on the Hill

Good Kid

The Negative (cover)

In My House

Prologue

Moscow

Pierre and Anatole

Natasha Very Ill

Andy's Song (cover)

Michael in the Bathroom (cover)

Still Into You ('40s Swing cover)

Chasing Pavements (1920's Gatsby cover)

Tale As Old As Time (Jazz cover)

Requiem (cover)

Out There (cover)

Can't Stop The Feeling (New Orleans Brass Band cover)

Feel Good Inc. (Vintage Ella Fitzgerald Style cover)

Tagging (basically all the people I follow): @egosurveillance @no-strings-puppet @grandest-relic @empeanutson @artsandfandoms @impulesiveroleplay @roserocks01 @rainuii @hearts-rogue @ordinaryquip @illyriashade56 @maciemaymelody @milomumbles @theinvisiblespoon @blueberry-demon @bubblybois @aquaace @laniebugged @ask-the-egos @savan356 @felinelovincanine @flospuer-su @thespaceprincett @antisinclair @antisepticpuppet @purple-finch @h2o-baewatch-babe @ysasdrawings @mltcp @amber-rose-neko-san @abbaquiche @cakesterre @springlit @the-lonely-angel @petitlion @gabbyshibaki @mizuurei @determinedrevolutionary @lidren @shippinglordalex Don't need to do it if you don't want to.

[jesterbots]

Is one of them Damian

no he did nothing for me in terms of wanting to be someone

[sailor-zeplin]

Question Tag!

I was tagged by @evieismissing

rules → answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better.

• name: Aarya

• zodiac sign: Taurus

• height: 5’7" (Oh gosh me and Evie are the same height)

• languages spoken: English, and I’m clumsily learning Spanish, French and Japanese

• nationality: American

• favorite fruit: Red grapes but not green grapes bc sour

• favorite season: Autumn

• favorite scent: Vanilla or lemon

• favorite color: yellow

• favorite animal: cats or those axolotl bois

• coffee, tea, hot chocolate: coffee or tea, I really don't like hot chocolate for some reason

• average hours of sleep: 4-5 hours of sleep because I don’t sleep that much

• favorite fictional character: oh gosh don’t make me choose!! I guess the characters from ST and IT, Stiles and Isaac and Scott, Endeavor Morse, Tyrannus Basilton Pitch   

• dream trip: I’m a hopeless romantic so probably Paris and maybe Tokyo

• blog created: I have no idea, can I check this? I really want to know but I don’t know where to look

I tag @poweredbycreativityandcake @bimikes @guitar-babe @willmike @slingshotsinclair @aquaace @asterphil @hellnhowell @peachyswm @peaceiplier and all my followers who see this and wanna do it. Don’t be shy

[bekadmfb]

Appreciation post!

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these and I want to give some love to all of my favorite people! Offering up all the love and support this humble chick can offer! And a massive thank you to the ones who continue to give me so much support and love back! 

In no particulate order! (I’d like to add that each and every one of you means something to me in some way, so just becuase there’s a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care about YOU!)

@lisasepticsuperplier @n30nsush1c0wb0y @carnivalhearts @http-anti @libbygirl007 @transgoogle @crazygeniusbeautypsycho @sunnydays06 @tintas-galhadas @gxve-hxart @look-like-a-radical-normal @weepingredwillow @cutewarmachine @toki-dokke @xeenoh @theglitchedsystem (yes, all of you) @notaliumwitch @hemorrhaging-knight @ninjasexparticle @marielgum @cerevire @ash-likes-to-draaaw @pissy-infj @toquotemark @angelofdarkrebellion @aquaace @mintipliergameplays @anxietyandcombatboots @kalehdo @fear-is-nameless @even-the-sparrow @apparentlyabear @weirdosandcoins @pastelmoon101 @oliver-the-doll @megsiplier @thattastefulartist @yoursanityisoverrated @ellynore-moonwood @distortional @cool-beans-jeans @super-magical-wizard @angstphilosophy @booperplier @atomiktaco @boopymooplier @onlyonecanbeking @rileybread @martziplier98 @angelsean @atrashylifeforme @doodledark @markiplitessepticeyes @lum1natrix @jiminy-krispies @markired @egogrumps

 ALSO!

A gigantic, humble THANK YOU to all of YOU! I reached 1k followers last week and I can’t thank you all enough for sticking with me!

[bitterjellydraws]

and the six last ! For @aquaace @cheesecake12 @gooodluckmode @signsonthewalls @moonprincessi & @battenberg123. Again, thank you for following, I hope you will like your doodles, it was a lot of fun for me (even tho that was A LOT of new characters to draw in one go) !

[quirkykayleetam]

The Cat-Napping Rescue

TW for Broken Bones and a nightmare.  The rest is all fluffy Hurt/Comfort!  A kid with a passion for picking up strays decides he’s adopted a generally beat-up mercenary too.

Branigran Leahy’s breath came in short, pained huffs that misted in the chill air before him.  Concentrate, he told himself.  Concentrate on breathing.  Concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, hiding his limp as best he could from ordinary passers-by.  Broken.  It had to be broken.  If it wasn’t broken on first impact, it certainly was now.  He needed a place to rest, somewhere he could stay for at least 24 hours.  His regular hotels wouldn’t do and he didn’t have a safe house in this area.  So he kept walking.  One foot.  Wince.  Breath.  Another foot.  Breath.  Concentrate, Bran.  Concentrate.

The ex-Irish ranger stumbled back painfully as a brown-headed six-year-old with a half-open backpack canonballed into his (luckily) good leg.

“Bran, Bran, Bran, you’ll never believe what happened today!  I lost a tooth!  Well, that was a few weeks ago… But TODAY…”

While Bran quickly lost the gist of Theo’s words, he let small, sticky fingers pull him forward towards a repainted stoop.  Bran didn’t mean to stop.  He meant to let Theo run inside to the promise of after-school treats while he continued his shuffle to gods only knew where.  Moira’s raised eyebrow made him pause.

“Uh huh,” it told him.  “You just try to hobble along on two compound fractures and see that I don’t drag you back here by your collar and tie you down without painkillers.”

He did not want to risk it.

Instead, Bran staggered toward her.  Ducking his head, he bit back his most colorful swears.  Maybe it was the exhaustion talking, but he couldn’t think of anything more painful than climbing that set of stairs.

When he reached the top, Bran wanted nothing more than to rest his head against the door, but Moira stopped him with an outstretched palm.  Bran handed over his weapon’s belt without question.  She stuck her hand out again.  That made him smile.  She remembered.  Balancing unsteadily on his good leg, Bran pulled out the four knives he kept hidden in his boots.  Then Moira didn’t just move aside.  She took one look at Bran’s ashen face and shifted to him.  Taking on half his weight, she half-carried him inside towards her shit excuse for a medical kit and Theo’s excited talking.

Branigan went through his mission’s intel time and time again.  It was spotty, but that was to be expected with the corporation he was working with.  He didn’t pick the jobs that were safe.  He picked the ones that were worth doing.  After scouting his infiltration spot for days, Bran didn’t just have one plan; he had 20.  He was supposed to retrieve a piece of intel from the building, exit as quietly as possible, and deliver the “package” to his employers in another part of the city before disappearing and laying low until they deemed it was safe.  Of course, no one could tell him where in the building the intel was.  That was, as they put it, “part of what they paid him the big bucks for.”

Everything went according to plan.  Everything, that is, until the intel was nowhere to be found.  Rubbing his forehead with the back of a sweaty palm, Bran subtly tipped off the guards he had skillfully avoided until that point.  It was a last ditch play; if he could see what seemingly mundane space they tried to protect, maybe he could find what he was looking for.  Luckily, it worked.  Unluckily, it sent Branigan careening out one of his least favorite escape routes: a perilous dive from a high, narrow slit of a window onto a rooftop two stories below.  Bran reorganized his timetable midair.  He calculated how precious little time he had to jog blocks of back alley ways to the drop site.  He hit slate tile hard and rolled just too late to realize the fault in his trajectory.  His ankle hit the ground wrong, collapsing under his weight and the fall.  Snap!  Branigan yelled wildly as fire shot through him.

“Breathe!” he admonished himself, prying open his eyes only to see popcorn ceiling.  Yellow floral drapes.  And a very heavy six-year-old pressing agonizingly into his newly splintered leg.

“Hey mate,” he said, nearly biting his tongue in an effort to shift the kid sideways without igniting more fire in his wound.  “What...uh...what’cha doing there?”

In response, Theo squeezed his eyes tight and let out a loud whirring sound deep in his throat.

Branigan blinked.  He blinked again.  Nothing in 29 years of his life could have prepared him for this.  He immediately abandoned his attempts to get Theo off his broken leg, afraid the KID was broken.

“Theo?” he said as softly as he could.  “You’re gonna have to help me out here.”

The kid in question rolled his eyes.

“I’m a cat.”

“Well, you sound like a rusted airplane,” Bran said, finally managing to shift Theo’s weight off his break.  “Is this your way of telling me you want some milk?  Because I’m a bit waylaid at the moment.”

“Nooooo!”  Theo rolled his eyes.  Damn, the kid had big eyes.  “We got this book.  It’s really big.  Almost as big as...as a lamp when it’s all stood up.  And it’s got every cat breed ever in it!  THAT’S why I was purring!”

Branigan failed to see the connection.

“When cats purr, it vibrates their bodies all special.  That helps make pain go away and heal things like, like broken bones and stuff.”  Theo looked at Bran from under his lashes.  “Mom works real hard to make you better.  I wanted to help too.”

How could Bran resist that?

The mercenary operative reached down to ruffle Theo’s hair, mussing it up as best he could until the kid started laughing.

“So, what kind of cat are you?”

“I’m a Bengal!  They like to swim, just like me!”

“You got any Irish cats in that big book?”

Theo scrunched up his nose, then shook his head.

“No...but you can be an Irish Wolfhound!  They’re long and scraggly like you!” Theo dropped his voice to a whisper.  “Just don’t tell mom.”

“Why not?”

Theo giggled.  “Dogs aren’t allowed on the couch.”

“As Theo well knows from a very recent, very serious talk with our landlord,” Moira said, stalking into the room, “no cats or dogs or birds or mice or non-human creatures of any kind are allowed anywhere in this apartment.”

“Mooooom,” Theo complained.  Moira merely raised a finger.

“But since Mr. Branigan is not a stray and I have already tested him for rabies, I supposed he can stay the night under one condition.”

Both the boy and the mercenary turned towards Moira attentively.

“That is that he does not pee on the couch.”

With that, she fell forward into a tickle fight with Theo as he complained “Moooom, that was only ONE TIME!”  Bran didn’t even notice as the jumble of motion at his feet jostled his leg.  It was the first time he had seen Moira smile.

The next morning, Branigan Leahy woke before dawn.  He silently recovered his weapons from Moira’s top shelf and limped toward the door.  Stumbling down the stairs in the predawn air, he realized he had been wrong the night before.  Going up to that door was nowhere near as painful as leaving it behind.

Tagging the ‘Nappers (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off):  @softazelma, @undersketchdraws, @redwingedwhump, @friendly-neighborhood-frog, @yeetiestofyoots, @aquaace, @blue-flare10, @straight-to-the-pain, @abouttemperedgrace.