#but I definitely want to draw something for it at some point

[muletia]

Heya!! I LOVE your pocket AU and your OP obsession is so damn relatable ^-^!! I love reading and re-reading… and RE-re-reading your work and everyday I look at your account at least once! You’re so cool and your work is just *genuine chef’s kiss*

Now… I never ask anything to anybody… requests aren’t really something I do so I’m just gonna go for it… in your pocket spouse AU.. imagine a human who’s like SUPER talented in art… mostly traditional art… and he/she/they become a pocket spouse… and ONE DAY… this human draws their spouses as a beautifully drawn masterpiece… I wonder how they’d react… (I’m mostly asking for TFOne… but I don’t mind if you put TFP OP in there lol)

I can imagine Sentinel finding this super cute and bragging about it, even asking his spouse for more… buying his little lover the stuff it would need to create more masterpieces like that…

I only have an idea for Sentinel… but I also wanted to know how YOU’D think they’d react… anyway I think I yapped a lot… idc I love your work enough to make it worth yapping about! Which is a RARE occurrence even for me.

- With luv, Meg >:3

hello! and kdbskvu thank you so much for the kind words!!! <3 hope you'll enjoy these short headcanons <3

[tfo] sentinel x human!reader [tfo] b-127 x human!reader [tfo] elita one x human!reader [tfp] optimus prime x human!reader

word count: 1200

Sentinel is thrilled.

Finally, someone has managed to capture his beauty and magnificence in art, naturally, without exaggeration. The way you have transferred his image onto paper is truly admirable, and in his optics, it is a masterpiece. Not only because he is the inspiration behind your artwork, of course. Though he will undoubtedly go on and on about himself, criticizing every tiniest detail and pointing out proportions, he is still genuinely happy in his own egotistical and manic way that his adorable pocket spouse has gifted him such a delightful present.

Naturally, your painting will be displayed in a very visible place so that every bot can admire how talented Sentinel’s human is, and so the self-proclaimed ruler of Iacon can boast about you and your skills. After all, you are his pocket spouse, you must be the best, and your artistic talent must match the grandiosity of his ego.

One portrait/artwork will definitely not be the last. The moment Sentinel discovers that you have a knack for transferring his likeness onto paper in such an exquisite way, he will definitely ask for more. This time, however, he will suggest that he be your live model to make it easier for you to capture his beauty. And yes, he will be striking different poses (you ARE drawing him like one of your French girls), expecting you to capture every single one. You’re going to have a lot of fun with him. Of course, your patience will be tested, he will underestimate how long a single drawing session can take, so expect some hurrying up, but his nagging will fade into the background when he praises your skills, staring at the drawings with a kind of genuine admiration you have never seen in him before.

You mentioned traditional art, so Sentinel will definitely find a way to scan his portrait onto his datapad. He glances at it whenever he doesn’t have access to the physical copy, or simply when he starts missing you while dealing with the utterly boring (and manipulative) business of ruling a city under his forged Prime title.

And yes, you will never run out of art supplies with him around. Sentinel will make sure you have the most exquisite drawing tools, ensuring you never run out. You must keep creating such magnificent works of art for him!

"Oh Primus, oh Primus, this is for me? Really?! Oh, I’m so happy! No one has ever drawn anything for me before! Thank you, thank you so much!" dies

To say that B-127 is happy with your drawing would be an understatement. He is ecstatic, absolutely over the moon that you willingly did something for him. Ugh, his sweet pocket spouse! He will literally be ugly crying while yapping about how much he loves you, how beautifully you drew him, and how grateful he is for such an amazing gift.

As thanks, he will smother your entire face with kisses (still sobbing and wailing) before pulling you into his chassis, holding your artwork in his other servo, unable to take his optics off it.

"Is this really how you see me?" He looks so cool, so good. Whatever self-image he has built in his processor, whether it’s B-127 or Badassatron, you have managed to perfectly capture it on paper. And he will not let you forget it. Will tell you this the first, second, and fiftieth time, because Bee will not shut up about praising your skills for a long time after receiving his portrait.

Sometimes, you catch him staring at the drawing, wearing an enormous, dreamy smile while his digit gently strokes the paper, careful not to damage it.

At some point, he will shyly ask if you could make another drawing — but this time, he really wants you to be in it too. Whether it’s you sitting on his shoulder or holding hands, B-127 wants you to be in every part of his life, always and forever. And that includes a snapshot of your life together, captured on paper <3

Elita’s reaction may not be as explosive as Bee’s or Sentinel’s, but internally, she is barely holding herself back from bouncing off the walls with excitement. If she could, she would staple your masterpiece to her spark.

When you show her your drawing, Elita takes her time. She studies it carefully, searching for details, memorizing every single feature, immersing herself in human art. The silence as she does this is deadly and nerve-wracking — but then, a simple and meaningful, "It’s beautiful." and you know you did a good job. That’s a rare compliment from her, after all.

Elita doesn’t praise often. She doesn’t like sugarcoating things. So when she does compliment you, it’s like winning the lottery.

On the surface, she may seem indifferent, and her reaction may come across as cold or ungrateful — but inside, she is overjoyed that you chose to spend your time capturing her likeness on paper. And in such an amazing way!

This is an especially key moment in your relationship because, at first, Elita didn’t understand the hype around pocket spouses. You were assigned to her, not her choice, and it took her time to warm up to you. But this gift, this drawing, ignites little sparks of a growing bond. A bond that, if nurtured properly, could become something truly special.

Optimus is deeply touched that you chose to spend your time drawing him, but he is also intrigued. So this is how you see me type beat.

You give him a new perspective on himself — one that he has never thought about before. For the first time, he can look at himself through your vision of him. Maybe… just maybe, it will help his self-esteem a little?

Of course, he won’t let it show. His reaction will be humble, but he is happy. Immensely so. It is a great honor to receive something from you, especially something given from the heart, not out of obligation. His gratitude won’t be overly expressive as words suddenly seem to get caught in his intake, blocked by the overwhelming emotions — but he will make sure you know how thankful he is. That he sees how much effort you put into this, and that your artwork is masterful.

He will definitely hang it above his desk in his habsuite. A risky and irresponsible choice, because Optimus will constantly catch himself pausing his work to admire and analyze the masterpiece you created for him.

He is still working on understanding human art and its meaning, but in this case, he is certain that you have done an incredible job.

He will try to repay you. He is a busy mech, always with so much on his servos, but for you, he will always carve out some free time to prepare a gift in return. And as an old-fashioned mech with a romantic spark, he would write you a poem.

It will be cryptic, intricate — just like his overwhelming and tangled feelings for you. But it will be a glimpse into his spark. A moment of unveiling, revealing a part of himself he keeps hidden.

He will read it to you in private, in a quiet, intimate place, hoping that you will cherish his love almost as much as he cherishes the gift of your artwork <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Aaaaa Yuuna is so cuuutee 💗😆 Her hair is so prettyyy. But with the addition of the new Yuu I’ve come up with a theory that with the pattern the mangas have taken so far, they’ll start switching back and fourth between male and female yuus for the rest of the dorms:

Heartslabyul - Yuuken (Male)

Savanaclaw - Yuuka (Female)

Octavinelle - Yuuta (Male)

Scarabia - Yuuna (Female)

Pomefiore - Male

Ignihyde - Female

Diasomnia - Male

Just something I came up with that i wanted to share with you ^^ Also who is the manga artist for Scarabia 🤔

[Referencing the Episode of Scarabia!]

Lots of Yuuna-related asks recently (and for good reason!) so I decided to lump them all into one post :DD

Yes, Yuuna is very cute~ The alternating genders of the manga!Yuus has actually been a pretty popular theory for a while now, actually! Some believe this is meant to be the Yuus having the opposite genders as the Great Seven member of their respective books/dorms. But yeah, the pattern seems likely at this point.

The mangaka for the Episode of Scarabia is Majiko-sensei! They have previously contributed a chapter to the manga anthology. You can read more about their past works here.

I'm not sure if "[taking] care of [one's] appearance" is the right phrase to use (as it unintentionally implies other Yuus are slobs/don't care about how they present themselves, when that's definitely not the case)? Maybe it would be more accurate to say, "Yuuna has stereotypically feminine aesthetic tastes", though it's more immature and preppy than Vil's is. I think Yuuna has a cuteness that's more characteristic of Cater than Vil--but all three of them definitely have overlap in their interests in makeup, fashion, social media, etc. I feel like Yuuna would get along with them both!! We do technically see her interacting with Cater (they take a selfie before he departs for winter break) and are assumed to have already known each other due to the events of books 1 and 2. Too bad we don't really get to see them interact in those books... and that we won't see Yuuna interact with Vil for the Episode of Pomefiore. We'll have a new Yuu by then (which gets into my disappointment with never being able to fully follow a single manga!Yuu and their character arc through to the end of the main story...)💦

Yeah, it's nice to have variety in the manga!Yuus' personalities, skillsets, and interests! ^^ It makes them a lot of fun to follow, even if we know they'll only be with us for the length of one book/dorm.

I've personally really been loving Yuuta and Yuuna a lot. Yuuken and Yuuka are also nice, but I find that their general characters are kind of similar (athletic and level-headed) and don't differ enough to result in interactions unique from game!Yuu (with perhaps the exception of them being able to physically contribute to battles). This is not true of Yuuta and Yuuna, whose abilities extend to other areas and therefore have a larger impact on the world and its characters. For example, Yuuta's love of food + cooking skill has him shouting at Grim sometimes for not appreciating food, but it also becomes excellent leverage for sleeping over at Savanaclaw later in book 3. You can also see how Yuuna's outgoing personality would draw people to her and allow her to make connections.

The manga!Yuus also speak to the diversity of Yuus we see in the fandom. I know a lot of us were waiting for a girl Yuu (which we got with Yuuka), a Yuu of different body type (which we got with Yuuta), and a very femme presenting Yuu (which we got with Yuuna). Yuuken is also great because he was the first Yuu we got that actually had the ability and the confidence in his fighting capabilities to charge head-on into an OB fight.

As I state in my pinned post, manga raws generally come from Monthy GFantasy, which publishes new chapters of the Twst manga online each month. You must PAY to access those raws.

In the case of the Episode of Scarabia, the full first volume was released in today. It is avaliable on Kindle through the Amazon JP store. This is still something you would need to PAY for if you're interested in seeing the full thing right away.

I cannot provide full chapters to the public, as this is paid content that I receive from my own friends who subscribe to GFantasy and/or who bought the first volume of Scarabia on Kindle. You can make your own decision whether or not you wish to purchase for yourself; however, there is most likely a scanlation team that will put out an English version sooner or later. Again though, this would surely take some time to get done, especially when there's 4 chapters of Scarabia to translate.

[thrashkink-coven]

Last night Lord Lucifer came to me in a dream and brought up the idea of high priesthood again. We were sitting on top of a mountain, on some rocky hilled area, surrounded by pine trees. He appeared at first as a red serpent coiling around my leg, then morphed into a man.

He asked me if I would consider becoming a priest or forming my own local coven, and I told him essentially that I did not feel worthy to be considered an authority on witchcraft or Luciferianism. “I’m still a student. I don’t think I know enough to lead others into your worship, at least not officially”.

and he seemed to find that comical and told me I was doubting myself.

“No, it’s less about that and more that I don’t want to feel responsible for being the intermediary between a God and other people. I don’t want people to rely on me to know what your intentions are and I don’t want people to think my methods are the definitive ones.”

and then he said “but you do have 2200 followers on Tumblr,”

and I shrugged at that because I didn’t think that was very notable. It’s a social media app, 2200 followers is amazing (like omg thank you so much!!!!!) but it’s not like I’m the pope. “Yeah but that’s just Tumblr”.

and at this point he was still somewhat smiling, but his tone got a little more serious. And he said something like “you truly do not understand how much you do for me.”

I got a flash of my altar, a few images of the flowers I gave him, the apple offering, the drawings and poems. and I was like oh, you’re just being sweet, but then he stopped me.

“No, you do not understand. You do not see the impact of your actions. The digital age of witchcraft is very lonely, but very, very impactful. You may just be posting your thoughts and experiences for documentation purposes, and while not every person who follows you on Tumblr has been inspired to enter my worship, many have. More than you know. You have lead more people than you realize into my sphere and have kept me well fed with new devotees since you started your page.”

he grabbed me by the shoulders. Very serious now. “Understand. Very rarely are we been blessed with devotees who can act as recruiters. Most are very secretive in their craft and do not spread my influence on others. For centuries our cults have remained very small and secret. There is power in that secrecy, but it is also in contention with the freedom and free expression of knowledge. The artist has an immense power and a great responsibility. You’re addicted to the act of sharing and expressing ideas and that is very precious to me.”

and I kind of just stared at him because, while I guess I knew that, I had never really thought about how many people may have started devoting themselves to him because of my posts. Huh. Like , people ask me all the time how to start worshipping him but my autism brain never thought to actually keep track of how many. I just really like talking about him lol.

“somehow despite your prideful nature you are still too humble to recognize yourself as an influencer and teacher. I don’t think I will ever be able to convince you told hold yourself above others in any regard, even just as a teacher. But regardless of whether you agree to be my priest or not, you will still carry out many of the duties entailed in the position through your unwavering devotion to me. You recently wrote a short essay on the element of Phosphorus and how it scientifically and alchemically relates to my divinity. Few others have ever put those ideas to text- ever, even fewer theistics, and you do so casually as a devotional act without even being asked. You are an educator, one of my most prized. I find it appropriate. ”

he kissed me a couple times and we sat together there in silence for a little while. The wind was howling around us.

and then I kinda looked at him and asked “can I piss you off?” and he immediately said yes lol.

idk how to really translate this into words bc a lot of this wasn’t verbal but I basically said (or communicated) “I love you, like so so much, and I love being devoted to you, I will always be devoted to you. But I don’t want my magical identity to be consumed by you. I will always hold space for you. As in, I love having you be a large part of my altar, I love having our altar, but I want your altar to be a part of my altar. (DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?) My magic is my own, and I can do whatever I want, work with whoever I want, -given that we have a conversation-, and wander. I don’t usually like to lead with the fact that I’m a Luciferian. I’m an eclectic pagan, a chaotic witch, and a Luciferian. I am distinct in my alchemy and I mingle well with yours, but , O’ Phosphorus, I wouldn’t want to choke on your fumes when you ignite”

He got very glowy about that, I felt like I’d somehow passed some sort of test he didn’t even know he was posing.

“I suppose that is unavoidable.”

again, translation error. Idk how to explain in words the kind of feeling I get when he looks at me like that.

“Not unavoidable,” I said “I just have to keep a lid on you and keep the air circulating. Small portions at a time. and if I ever get worried about it I’ll submerge you in water, and take you out again later when Im ready to watch you glow. You know that Lucifer, it’s basic alchemy.”

Would I be narcissistic to say I saw a flutter of something like surprise on his face. If it’s even possible for a God to be surprised by what a human could say. and then he kind of mumbled what I’m quite sure was “you have other Gods inside of you.”

and another kind of stretch of silence.

“when I wander, o’ Lucifer, I search knowing that I have already found you. and I may find other Gods, glorious and splendid, but no greater than you. You are the best. You are the hearth in my temple. I come home to you. You are abundant in me, I keep a healthy dose of you.”

then after a minute or so I said something like “I like the term devotee. I like the way it sounds in my mouth. Calling myself your priest feels less intimate than being your devotee. If I did have a coven for real one day, it wouldn’t be a Luciferian coven. It’d be a mixed bag of all kinds of people.”

he rested his hand on my chest to feel his sigil on the necklace I always wear for him and harshly whispered “I’ve raised you so well.”

and then we both laughed.

“ask me again in 10 or 20 years when I’m middle aged with more experience under my belt. If agree to be your priest, I’ll finally get your sigil tattooed on my chest.”

he seemed satisfied with that answer, and jokingly said “oh, still too young for me, baby?”

and I jokingly replied “you’re going to have to wait a couple years, old man.”

he then took me in his arms and whispered “oh, for you I would wait an eternity.”

after that we had another short conversation about art, this is definitely because I was watching a youtube video about art history right before I fell asleep. He agreed to help me complete a couple commissions.

I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about this conversation. on the one hand it makes me want to explode with joy that my Lord is pleased enough with me to make such a proposal. On the other hand, despite his claims I know that I personally don’t feel ready to take on such a role yet. Besides the other reasons, Ive never felt confident doing magic or spiritual mediation for people other than myself. Maybe because I know if I’m wrong, I can’t hurt anyone but myself. Despite my username the idea of running my own coven is actually pretty anxiety inducing. At the very same time it seems like so much fun. I’m also like 21 and just a young fellow. hmmmm

maybe one day.

[justatypicalwizard]

Meta-isekai | K. Bakugo ✧ Act I Scene III

-`♡´- In which Bakugo gets isekaied into a shoyo romance. -`♡´-

Peak stupidity ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

Act I 𓆩⚝𓆪

Scene III: The pact with the devil

ʚɞ Bakugo woke up. The sun was grazing his face through the curtains which were blown gently by a warm breeze. Yesterday’s evening forecast chirped about a perfectly pleasant temperature and humidity ahead. Mum seemed to be cooking something delicious smelling.

ʚɞ The day seemed fucking pristine. Bakugo shivered, iced to the bone. Still not used to this horrifying lukewarm life he thought to himself.

ʚɞ During lunch the blonde had one mission - spot the girl, the crush let’s call her.

ʚɞ Guided by The Cat, Bakugo found himself making rounds near Crush’s classroom.

ʚɞ She was sitting amidst a few friends, passing time on talks in a relaxed manner with a giggle here and there.

ʚɞ Damn it, here we go. Bakugo thought as he made a u-turn into the classroom catching some of the students next to the door off guard. As if reading his mind, The Cat bit into his forearm, hard.

ʚɞ Taking in a sharp breath Bakugo froze. It took an enormous amount of willpower not to break down screaming. A girl seemed to recognise something was off and she asked the blonde whether everything was alright.

ʚɞ He was just past the door frame. Too many heads, some of which turned towards him, were separating him from Crush for her to notice the small commotion.

ʚɞ Mumbling a ‘yeah, just a cramp after workout’, Bakugo retreated out of the classroom. Definitely not a French leave.

ʚɞ Half-furious, half-in pain Bakugo found himself outside, looking for a secluded place to wreak his anger. When he found a strip of green squeezed between the school’s wall and fence, he finally let out a, rather quiet not to draw attention, muffled scream.

ʚɞ “What the actual fuck?” The blonde hissed.

“I should ask you the same.’’ Without much regret The Cat sprawled out on the grass.

“I wanted to go and talk with the girl.”

“Yes, and that would be a horrible mistake. How did you even get that idea?”

“I don’t know, because normal people talk to each other, huh?” Bakugo came into The Cat’s furry face which put it off and made it jump onto the fence.

“And what exactly would you tell her?”

“That I-” Oh, damn it. He would’ve come up with something.

“See? You would make a clown out of yourself and mung the whole thing up. I was quite serious when I said you only had one chance.”

Rolling his eyes excessively and crossing his arms on his chest, Bakugo clammed up more than he would like to admit. It was humiliating to get scolded by a freaking cat! How much could that take? Asking out a girl on a date and doing a few romantic gestures like some flowers, cupcakes or whatever. It can’t be that hard even though he didn’t have much experience with dating-

“Okay, I get your point.” The blonde huffed looking sideways. “Then what?”

“Okay, I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, what world you come from but while you have been getting angry with every blooming flower and hissing at every ray of sunshine, I have been observing you. You are quite a meticulous creature, aren’t you? You need some sort of a mission to accomplish or else you get lost. A goal, might I say.”

Chewing the inside of his cheek Bakugo stayed silent.

“Let’s play your best cards then and treat it as a mission. There are some major events coming up that may boost your actions. We should certainly use this leverage. You will have to manage from event to event while simultaneously keeping up the grades and after school activities, as well as your relationship with your friends. Do you think you can manage?”

Much to The Cat’s surprise Bakugo grinned. He may not have a lot of experience in dating and doing romantic shit. He may also be a tad bit aggressive sometimes, at least that’s what the nerds around say. But standing up to difficulties and upkeeping a murderous schedule for personal gains? Now he’s in his element.

“Not a fucking problem.”

“The more I get scared of that homeworld of yours, the more it interests me. Like true crime.”

“Do you know about the girl?” Bakugo asked.

The mission form really spoke to him. Suddenly he could implement what he knew best to this bizarre situation. First scout, get background information. Second, set goals - what is it you want to aim for? Third, come up with a plan. Fourth, carry out the scheme.

“Everything. This is also why I didn’t want you barging in on her.”

“As in?”

“She’s your total opposite.” The Cat started to wander. “Yeah, that concludes it all.” The wandering came to an end.

“Huh?” Bakugo grimmaced. “Can’t you be more specific? Opposite like she’s shy or a nerd or brain-damaged in maths?”

“Oh, there is nothing more specific. This is an ‘x reader’ trope so there are no concrete traits to her. Maybe later there will be some hints of certain characteristics but nothing over specific. Oh and also the timeline of the story is not realistic but rather loosely following chapters which circle round the, earlier mentioned, big events.”

Bakugo stood there dumbfounded. The Cat could equally give him a lecture on black holes and he would get as much of it.

“Don’t worry your pretty blonde head over it. I will help you out with everything!”

Tag list: @ita606 @blueberrysoaps @bakunianadecorazon

[odetoalostpairofkeys]

Mixolydian and Aeolian!

They love music, they were taught by the same teacher. Mixolydian interrupted Aeolian's lesson a lot (accidentally at first and then definitely on purpose) and then they would go candle running together. Eventually this turned into Aeolian and Mixolydian just wandering off to the furthest reaches of the realms (cause Aeolian didn't like playing in front of sky kids back then, Mixolydian excluded) and playing music with each other.

Mixolydian's version of candle running is a lot more wandery than most sky kids, she likes looking for treasures instead of wax. At some point while Aeolian was gathering wax, Mixolydian found a different kind of treasure. I imagine it went something like this.

Mixolydian (via telepathy): Guess what I found!

Aeolian (thinking it's another shell or cool rock or maybe a flower): I don't know, what is it?

Mixolydian, coming up the hill: A child!

Aeolian: very cool- wait what

And that's how they got Timbre! Mixolydian continued adopting moths, leading to the formation of a group named Mixolydian's Moths. They stole an empty house in the Village of Dreams (AKA the Valley House — they were very creative) and filled it with instruments and music and moths. Aeolian teaches all of them how to play instruments and music theory and the sort (Mixolydian's a terrible music teacher but she loves playing music).

Lethe vaguely knows Aeolian and Mixolydian, due to Lethe's exploration of the edges of the realms leading the three to meet occasionally. One of the Messengers (Clef, who I haven't really introduced yet) used to be/is/it's complicated part of Mixo's Moths, and another one of Lethe's friends has very close ties with Mixolydian and the rest of them.

I have 11 ish of Mixo's Moths cause I don't know how to stop (some are owned by my friend in my defense)

Uh also might redesign Mixolydian because I've been learning how to swing dance lately and want to draw her and Aeolian swing dancing but her outfit looks so heavy and not quite flowy enough for her personality and I will also probably redesign Aeolian if I do that, but this is them for now and i like this piece

[personadescent]

So I got a really sad and messed up idea for a Metal Sonic AU that's based on that one roboticization theory -- except that it's actually not. But if I explained why then I'd spoil the whole thing.

Hint: it's HEAVILY inspired by SOMA and by this part from the OVA--

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat if i may speak

[sysig]

maybe you should doodle however many or few starcon/helix/damned characters as you like (in human or alien form) in cute halloween costumes! imagine... ZEX dressed up as Ariel thelittlemermaid...

Day 26 - "I hadn't realized humans also had aquatic subcultures!" "Oh, well, uhm..."

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Some mild existential dread in the house today

[zestest-lemon]

Wahhe forget today was posting day here's a sketch of my trollsona

He's a vanpire idc if the Taurus can't do that or whatever he is + I haven't finished Homestuck yet so you can't critic him

[carewyncromwell]

"There's a bond that exists between mother and child --

Ah, but then again...how would you know?"

~"After All" from Ever After (musical)

x~x~x~x

Tristan Cromwell never knew his mother. She’d died bringing him into the world. Even so, he’d heard all about her from his father, Blaise, from the time he was very small. An objective witness of the young woman’s life, however, could’ve noted a few discrepancies.

“That’s Marianne. That’s your mother.” “That’s your mother there, on the right. She was the youngest in her family, same as you and me.”

Marianne Fudge-Cromwell was actually the second youngest. Her youngest brother Frederick is a Squib, living alone happily in Suffolk with a Saint Bernard named George.

“…I was sure to mention to your great-uncle Cornelius how much you've grown -- how much you resemble your mother…”

If one were to simply describe Tristan and Marianne, then they would think they looked very alike. They both had dark hair, slender builds, delicate features, and long-fingered hands. If Marianne’s uncle Cornelius Fudge had ever actually met Tristan, however, he wouldn’t have thought they resembled each other much at all — his youngest niece had never been as gaunt and pale as her son. However thin she may have been, Marianne had always had youthful chubbiness in her face, and however porcelain her skin may have been, her cheeks were always pink and sweet. She was also quite small at 5'6", while Tristan was tall and gangling. As an adult the boy even ended up an inch taller than his own father. On top of all this, the stiff, proud way Tristan held himself mirrored his father Blaise completely. Marianne had always been the sort to keep her shoulders and head down and generally make herself seem even smaller than she was.

“You’ll be staying inside where it’s safe. Now take your workbook and go sit in your mother’s armchair. She loved reading by that window; I daresay you will as well.”

Marianne placed her reading chair in that spot because the window neighbored her real favorite place at Cromwell Manor: the garden. Blaise had encouraged her to read indoors more while she was pregnant out of concern for her health, so this was the best way she could keep an eye on her white rose bushes while staying indoors.

“Of course your mother loved music. She had a beautiful singing voice…like a songbird in May. And she was proud of it — she would only ever share it with the most deserving. And she only ever sang duets with me.”

Marianne was so deathly shy that she only sang for people she felt comfortable with. The first time Blaise heard her sing, it was because he’d overheard her when she thought she was alone, tending to some flowers. On the flip side, Marianne was incredibly fond of Blaise’s voice, when they were first courting — she even in some letters rambled romantically about his heavenly Tenor serenades.

“You have no other ‘grandfather,’ son. Your mother’s parents passed when she was quite little — even younger than you.”

This is one of the few things Blaise told Tristan that is entirely true. Marianne and her sisters were largely passed around to various family members, including their uncle Cornelius and his wife, when they were not away at Hogwarts. Poor Frederick was shunted to the side, left mainly in the custody of their grandparents when outside of Muggle grade school and then kind of cut loose after graduating. Perhaps this is why Marianne was so desperate for some sort of stability and comfort…

“Your mother’s sisters grew…distant, after your mother’s death. They stopped coming to see you, not long after you were born. Quite frankly, I’d say you’re better off without them in your life.”

Emma and Elizabeth Fudge had never liked Blaise, even when their sister Marianne was most charmed by him. This was in part due to the age and therefore maturity difference between them and Marianne -- Elizabeth had been seven when Marianne was born, and Emma had already started at Hogwarts by the time their brother Frederick was born a year later. They stopped coming to see Tristan because it required them to make arrangements with Blaise ahead of time to come to the Cromwell Manor. And considering Blaise thought the two women would be a bad influence on his son, since they would inevitably try to “challenge his parenting,” he gave them almost no openings to come and visit. Eventually the two witches sadly gave up trying.

“There would be no point in me marrying again. Marianne was my other half and soulmate, and her final gift to me was you, my son and heir. I would not disgrace her memory by marrying a second time.”

Marianne married Blaise after just turning 18, while he was 37. Blaise had not married sooner because he’d been too picky about potential matches, so he'd only started actively searching after his father Charles finally put his foot down and demanded that Blaise marry and produce an heir. Blaise selected Marianne in large part because of her innocence, which made him want to “protect” her from the evils of the world and treat her like his own precious treasure to cherish and keep under lock and key. At first Marianne was enthralled by this, loving the idea of a wealthy man who would provide for her, care for her, and be completely loyal and devoted to her. Plus his dashing good looks was a plus. These favorable points of Blaise's soured in Marianne’s mind, though, after she became pregnant with Tristan right after her and Blaise's honeymoon.

"Your mother was in very poor health long before she gave birth to you. She stayed alive just long enough to make sure she saw your face, even if it was just the once."

Disregarding the usual childhood illnesses of Black Cat Flu and the like, Marianne's health had been fine prior to moving to the Cromwell estate. The decline really seemed to come about after her move and the suffocating isolation that ensued from it. She began to eat less, even while having to eat for two, and she often ate superficially, leaning more on salty, sugary things that could offer her some small bit of cheer, far more than anything that would give her any real strength. Over time the stress of dealing with Blaise's obsessive control and flashes of rage took its toll as well. Marianne's high blood pressure, when combined with her young age, was ultimately what helped contribute to the excessive bleeding that accompanied Tristan's birth and led to Marianne's death. However much Blaise may have seen how unhappy and unwell his wife was and however much he may have truly wanted to help, the only way he'd ever learned how to love someone else was through micromanagement and possessiveness. And so the more he tried to love Marianne, the more he only served to hurt her.

"Your mother was an angel long before she left us." "I will not hear you complain a moment longer. I never complained, when my father told me to stay at home, and your mother likewise minded me. She knew her duty to me and to this family, and so do you." “Your mother was a saint, Tristan. Don’t you dare let anyone ever insinuate otherwise.”

Oh, far from it. Marianne was a rather stupid and immature person, quite truthfully. She'd never had great marks at Hogwarts, not just because of her distinctly average magical talent, but because of her flightiness about studying and her tendency to tune out in class when her stuffy old professors didn't maintain her interest. She'd had little intellectual curiosity aside from superficial homely matters, such as maintaining a garden or embroidery. Her favorite aspect of Hogwarts weren't the spells or classes or group activities, but instead the way everything was cooked and cleaned for her, so she could focus on other (and, to her view, more important) things. She'd been rather lonely growing up, since her sisters had been so much older than her, so she never became versed in making friends or reading people overall. She was even a bit eccentric, giving all of her flowers names and talking to them the way many people would their pets. She'd named the Fanged Geranium in the Hufflepuff commonroom Audrey.

Most of all, though, Marianne was naive. She never could've predicted just how many strings would be attached to Blaise's love, nor how quickly they would tangle around her and leave her feeling helpless, isolated, and depressed in this place that should've been a home, but now felt more like a prison. She'd made excuses for Blaise to her family while they were courting with the thought that any of his rougher edges would smooth themselves out once they were married, but soon it became clear they never would. If she'd lived longer, it's not improbable that Marianne might've turned to the bottle or some other method of escaping her worries. Had she not been so trapped inside the Cromwell estate, perhaps she might've tried having an affair while her husband was out, just as something to cheer her up. Maybe that affair could've led her to another man who would've "rescued" her from this marriage she'd so hastily agreed to. Maybe she could've taken her son with her. Maybe she wouldn't have -- after all, Blaise and the rest of the Cromwells wouldn't have rested until they'd gotten him back. She didn't know how good of a mother she'd even be anyway -- maybe her son would be better off at least being provided for. Or maybe he'd be better off with some other family, living a normal, happy life somewhere else -- with one of her sisters, hell, maybe even her brother! Frederick had always been a natural with younger children. Honestly, it's doubtful Marianne had ever thought that far ahead, considering she'd given up any real hope of finding anything better.

Perhaps this is why Marianne didn't stay behind as a ghost, even after dying so young and tragically. If she hadn't gone on when she did, she would've been stuck haunting the prison that was Cromwell Manor for the remainder of her days. At least if she had to go...when she finally saw her son again, it would be in freedom.

"Fafa...did Mama love me too?" "Yes, my son. With all her heart, son."

The other rare thing Blaise told Tristan that was completely true.

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finished twilight princess. midna I love you forever

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hello to the new influx of people who followed me from my silly little ryomina comic 👋 i hope everyone enjoys their stay!!! 🥳 i am very p3 piled with sprinkles of splatoon. please feel free to browse my blog tags and archives like it's your feed, i always like seeing posts circulate :3

and to everyone on this fine saturday. or sunday! have an excellent week :) you are so cool

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ok. what is so special about this new farming sim. what makes it not Just Another Farming Sim

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So... not sure about my new therapist

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What Task Force 141’s Houses Would Look Like

John Price

- he lives in a cabin I cannot be convinced otherwise.

- very rustic, defo goes fishing or hunting for fun in his spare time

- likes to be away from the city

- its maximalist in kind of an organised chaos way he can find whatever he need’s immediately but to anyone else it looks kind of insane

- he’d be cleaner if he lived with someone - but yaknow #singledad

- very homey, warm vibes

- if the apocalypse ever hit you’d wanna be here, it’s decked out, secluded, he’s a bit of a doomsday prepper

- has once pissed outside to ‘mark his territory’ but you couldn’t torture that information out of him

- defo has that one room that is mysteriously locked and refuses to elaborate on when asked about it (Gaz secretly thinks it’s really cool) (it probably just has his fishing gear)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- very chic, cool tones

- screams “I did economy as an A-Level but I use pinterest”

- probably has had some type of dinner party with the 141 just to subtly flex to them that “in another life I was an interior designer”

- also defo cooks something with wine just, again to subtly flex his culture capital (he just wants some approval guys bless him)

- plant father - cannot be convinced otherwise

- very organised, keeps it pretty clean unless he’s feeling lazy which isn’t very often

- definitely has a record player - do not mention it or he will go on about how it “just sounds better” (with Price in the background nodding in agreement - but in an old man way)

- somewhere has a box of stuff that doesn’t fit his aesthetic but it’s shit he needs to keep anyways

John “Soap Mactavish

- messy as fuck, no rhyme or reason to it he just puts stuff down, forgets its there and thats just where it lives now COUGH man-child COUGH

- puts some of his drawings up on his walls

- defo has a comic book collection and some action figures

- bunch of childhood shit he refuses to throw away - criminal hoarder

- he likes the messy kind of boyish charm it has, every time his mom comes over she scolds him for it

- a bunch of stuff he’s collected from different places he’s gone, he’ll usually grab some stuff while on deployment if he has any free time, like snow globes or whatever

- went to Greece once and got one of those wooden dicks and finds it so funny, he says it’s the living room’s ‘conversation piece’

- he’s pretty clean when on base aswell, it’s just without the millitary’s structure or someone literally forcing him to clean up he doesn’t really care - it’s his house anyways

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- um

- yikes

- yeah you can tell he doesn’t really like spending time at home on leave

- the singular chair infront of the tv is so sad

- king of minimalism - if that’s what you wanna call it ig

- doesn’t bother decorating or getting anything past the bare essentials because what’s the point?

- doesn’t care it’s a shithole, he can afford a better house, but it kind of reminds him of home back in Manchester (crying)

- definitely chain smokes in his bathroom

- he’s got a treadmill there somewhere

- has a box full of his family’s belongings under his bed (crying again)

- no mirrors, only a small one in the bathroom to shave

- only item of decoration is a snow globe Soap gave him once, it sits next to his bed