#elizabeth head canon

[jeff-the-innkeeper]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

RULES: List your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

Thank you @vvatchword for tagging me!!

A few of my favourite characters are the ones that I hyperfixated on years ago and then daydreamed/wrote a ton of fic about so the versions that exist in my head are probably incredibly different than canon, bare with me on this lmao

in some vague sort of order…

1. Joel (The Last of Us)

2. Atlas (Bioshock)

3. Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored 2)

4. Ed Teach (Our Flag Means Death)

5. Crowley (Good Omens)

6. Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

7. Cass (Fallout New Vegas)

8. Jotaro Kujo (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

9. Vergil (DmC Devil May Cry)

10. Baragon (Godzilla)

i tag uhhh

@stedebonnit @everything-is-by-design @viperra1 @paleoleigh @falloutnewnobody @annihilatius @f0ntainefuturistics @skripsy @firey-the-blaze @iightbringer

[skyblueartt]

YAY little lore about me, my parents own a pizza restaurant IRL that I work at when I’m home from college :) and I fuckin love drawing on the whiteboard up front- back in the summer I drew something featuring the Afton fam, and my coworker (who loves Fnaf) thought it would be funny if I kept up that running joke and drew them in a holiday-themed situation for Christmas eve. Me when I bring my random long-running fixation into the workplace 🕺🕺

[bibyshitsuji24k]

if I had a nickel for every time that Smile has danced with Lizzy, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Bonus bc it's not 'canon' (but in my mind it is)

[skymagpie]

She took the coat, hat, sword and boots in the divorce

[eemoo1o-animoo]

Ciel, bud… she’s canonically older than you.

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

The scarecrow and Bride (WIP)

FINALLY I GOT TO DRAW ELIZABETH! WHOOO HOOO!

Ah, and here's him with his scarecrow mask which is in progress (Question Iva's methods, but never her results/jk)

This is just him with his mask on, he'll be wearing his full scarecrow costume, but I made two versions for funsies. In an ideal world, I would make a small animation to showcase the chance buuuuut:

Phantom learn from two years ago Tumblr has a vendetta against her and big gif files/hj

I...actually don't know how the duck to animate that

So it remains just as an extra, but also is a relief because it means less work outside the whole making a separate head just for an alternate and shading XD

This most likely, if I am able to get it done soon XD, will be my halloween post. If I am lucky I could also get the fic out soon, but that'll be dropped early for the ScarecrowWeek 2024 hahaha (which technically this piece will be, but for the last day as I am taking the oportunity that its a free day hehee)

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Ok, so about the requests. I am not dropping them, Phantom is on a two-day break!

Alright, lovely folks, don't worry about your request! I'll continue them on Saturday, as I am taking today and tomorrow off from drawing the colorless request, and focus on some stuff of mine.

I just took this decision recently, since honestly I've spent quite a lot of days drawing about 12 requests (THANK YOU GUYS!!!/vpos), so I decided to take a small teeny tiny break to relax and indulge in my stuff of Halloween! (better plan early than late, hahaha)

Although, I will say please don't send in requests today or Friday as it's on my break. I'll continue them on Saturday and slowly work to finish stuff. So in a sense, just for today and Friday, I am holding a small pause. I never thought I've gotten 12 drawings out already, and I appreciate it with all my heart, but I do hope you dears can understand I def need a small break so I don't get burn out or too overwhelmed. I will try however to get some progress done on one of the longest ones, as Delly has been an angel and been super patience.

In the first week of October I will only take two as I'll be busy, and the request will close down until next year (the last weeks of the year are the busiest for me)

[kaspenhoward]

Six The Musical Headcanons - Anne Bolyen:

Time for the queen that broke by heart when I read a book about her and Elizabeth 💚💚💚 (Yes I’m talking about your stupidly sad book Tracy Borman)

-Anne’s reaction to reincarnation isn’t one most expected from the aftermath of her beheading, yes she screamed, yes she was terrified, yes she was freaking out she still had a head and heartbeat, but the only thing she cared about after she woke up was Elizabeth, helplessly calling out to her daughter that died more than 400 years ago. Only did she freak out about being beheaded after Catalina begrudgingly and hesitantly calmed Anne about her daughter

-I’m all for ADHD gremlin Anne but I’m also about scary, cunning, powerful, smart, dangerous Anne, I like to believe her stage persona is a sort of coping mechanism but also only half of her personality. Yes Anne is a prank queen, will get into shenanigans, and can be energetic and loud but she also can suddenly and quickly become very quiet and very well thought out, smartly planning things out like she’s playing chess.

-ADHD and PTSD, a deadly combination that initially makes Anne’s adjustment to modern day life suck even more. Actually is the reason Anne is the last to attempt to connect with any of the queens, keeping her distance her trauma with the court and Hery making her wary of trusting anyone and her difficultly to act like “everyone else” making her very hesitant to open up to the queens

-Anne has a whole library in her room fully of every book ever written about Elizabeth that she can get her hands on, and when she can’t sleep thinking about her girl, she reads them imagining her girl was in her arms again

-Anne’s ability to speak multiple languages blends over when she’s distressed, usually spurring large amounts of French that only half the queens can understand

-Anne lost it when she found about what Thomas Seymour did to Elizabeth, it’s because a really tense week in the queen household and takes a really long time for Anne to forgive Cathy

-It’s a queen rule that Anne is not allowed to have more than two coffees per day (and they have to be spread apart)

-Anne when she finally makes amends with everyone, becomes closest with the 4th and 6th queens finding enjoyment in being able to match Anna’s energy and Cathy’s intellect

-Surprisingly, if Anne isn’t the one who created the problem, she usually is the go to for fixing a problem (especially if said queen doesn’t want Catalina or Jane to know) her intelligence being able to find quick and efficient solutions to most problems

- As I have stated in my Jane Seymour Addition, Shipping the queens doesn’t sound particularly right after all they’ve been through and the healing they need but.. Bi (and I say every character I like is Ace so also ace)

-Cathy and Anne love having “book races” seeing who can dive into and compete novels at the faster rate, these usually becoming all day consuming events in the household , Anna and Kat are usually there as refs to make sure neither cheats, with specific preplanned questions to guarantee evidence of the book actually being finished.

-Anne’s a epic smooth talker at getting out of situations

-Anne after a nightmare once mistakes Kat in the dark for a teenage Elizabeth until she goes back to sleep. Kat couldn’t have the will to break Anne’s hope so she played along. No other queen in the household had the heart to break her heart either so they let Anne hope a bit before she connected the dots

-Like both her cousins and basically all the queens in the household, she despises yelling, it being all too familiar to Henry

-She has a dartboard on her wall with a picture of Henry’s portrait always stapled to it, frequently having to replace it as it open to ang queen in the household

-It’s her and Kat who come up with the idea for a musical when Anne complains how all her smarts have been cleared from history to remember, Kat shoots the idea and the two draft a plan. and convince the queens with Kat’s puppy dog eyes and a powerpoint

-She’s is not a coffee or tea person she’s just more of a, “if it’s a warm drink it works kind of person” usually just having what’s easiest, especially after the ban after the coffee incident where she drank 5 and somehow with that power managed to set Jane’s Kitchen on fire (first time they all saw Jane cry) and broke the couch

-Anne like Jane is very maternal, although it’s more in moments than constant, her protectiveness spanning for all the queens (even Catalina). Once a jerk tried to hit on Catalina (which clearly put the eldest queen at an unease) on the streets and Anne lost it, shoving the guy and screaming at him. The queens know they never have to worry when Anne is around.

[kismetmoon]

“i <3 my gf” but make it a literal show of affection

[ID: a digital drawing of two, original Flatland characters named Liz and Ruth.

Liz is depicted as a snake-like creature with a light grey body that fades to dark grey at each end. She also has a star on the end of her tail, three cilia that resemble legs and a dent on her left side where one of her front cilium would be, and a seven point star-shaped head with a fanged mouth.

Ruth is a similar, slightly smaller snake-like creature. She has a dark grey body with light grey spots and patches, a V-shaped dent in the middle of her body and four cilia.

Liz on the left and Ruth on the right. Their ‘heads’ are pressed together, with Ruths’s head pushing Liz’s head spikes back. Their bodies are curved into an S-shape and they are touching one another to create a heart. They are both smiling and Ruth’s front cilia are spread away from her body in an excited expression. There is a small black heart between them.

The entire image has a light pink hue set over it and the background is a peachy pink colour.

End ID].

[lukecastellanshandholder]

Another one of my favorite little details that they’ve added to the show is that Percy used to doodle/draw all of the mythical creatures and monsters that he used to see some times. That honestly makes a lot of sense for him to do so, plus I think it would be cool if later down the line, they included a small scene with him showing some of those old drawings to Rachel. They could bond in a way over art and drawing. I just think it would be neat 🥰

[she-karev]

Playing Cupid (Japril Season 16 Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Jackson Avery x April Kepner

Canon Episode: Season 16 Episode 20

AN: I decided to shift the focus to Japril because I strongly believe they missed an opportunity to bring April in after Jackson was shot. Amber in this story represents all of us Japril shippers and she is basically gonna be Cyrano to this couple that deserved better writing. The next chapter will be posted tonight so be prepared.

Summary: April is surprised to find Amber at Jackson’s apartment and learns what happened to him. They talk about their relationship problems where April reveals her impending divorce to Amber.

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Amber holds the door open still looking at April Kepner in mute shock who looks at her in visible shock with her mouth wide open. In a stroller between them is Harriet who looks at Amber with a smile happy to see her. Amber snaps out of it and remembers her place.

“April I didn’t expect to see you here…in Jackson’s apartment.” Amber suddenly remembers something, “Wait is it Jackson’s weekend already?”

April blinks before answering, “Um I took some night shifts at the clinic Jackson and I switched the dates, I am sorry I am trying not to be judgmental but what are you doing here in one of my daughters’ homes?”

“No, no it is not like that.” Amber tells her with a straight face practicing this speech she did with Maggie and Andrew when they questioned the nature of her and Jackson’s relationship, “Andrew broke up with me and kicked me out.” April’s face morphs to sympathy, “I needed a place to stay and his is roomier than my brothers. It’s just a friend helping a friend I swear. I thought he told you this.”

“He didn’t. I’ve been busy with clinic and I guess he wanted to figure out the best way to tell me.”

Amber chuckles lightly, “Well it’s an interesting way to find out I guess.”

April looks behind her, “Where is Jackson?”

Amber’s slight grin falls at that question, “They didn’t call you to tell you?”

April suddenly gets worried, “Tell me what? Is Jackson, okay?” Amber realizes she is still holding the door open and talking to her out in the hall. She steps aside and April quickly enters the living room with Harriet in the stroller while she sits in the armchair. Amber takes a seat across from her on the couch.

“Um…there was a shooting today.” April’s face falls at that word shooting and she looks down in silent shock not registering what Amber says next, “He was working with Warren at the PRT but he is fine. A drug addict tried to rob them at point blank and shot Jackson in the leg. The patient died and so did the shooter but everybody else made it out safe. They applied a tourniquet so there was no major blood loss, bullet went through so they just had to debride in the trauma room. The bone isn’t too damaged but Link thinks he should do PT just in case-”

“PT?” April looks up confused just now latching on to the one word that doesn’t make sense. Her mind was paralyzed by shock and growing grief that she didn’t pay attention to what Amber said, “What are you talking about?”

“Ortho doesn’t think it’s too bad.” Amber says on an exasperated edge, “Haven’t you been listening? It’s a bullet through the calf they had to debride in the trauma room but he should be okay after a few weeks.”

April gasps clutching her stomach like it was gonna drop, “He’s-He’s alive?”

Amber quickly nods, “Yes he is, weren’t you listening?”

April exhales in a relieved manner and looks close to tears, “I-I just…when you said shooting, I thought…I thought I lost him like we lost Reed and Charles. Reed and Charles were-”

“No, I know Jackson told me about them and how you two were there during the hospital shooting.” Amber sighs with regret, “I’m sorry I should’ve tread more carefully and lead with he’s okay. I didn’t realize it would bring all of that back for you. Are you okay?”

April swallows and nods, “I am, I am now that I know he’s okay. How did this happen?”

Amber groans at that reminder, “It was a junkie with a gun, she stopped the PRT for drugs and I guess she shot Jackson to make a point. She’s dead so we can’t get our revenge.”

“Well, I believe she’s earning a well-deserved punishment from the red guy downstairs so I’m good.” April gets Harriet out of her stroller and puts her in the play mat with her toys before coming back to talk to Amber, “How long is he gonna be at the hospital?”

“Assuming everything goes well, he should be out with a cast by the end of the weekend. Jesus, I swear with this and Dr. Webber the whole world is going upside down.”

“I saw the video.” April nods in understanding, “How are you holding up?”

Amber chuckles darkly sipping her drink, “Is that a rhetorical question? Because with the bipolar ex, squatting at a penthouse, my teacher possibly having dementia and my brother figure in the hospital with a bullet wound I’m gonna need more whiskey.”

April looks at her in sadness knowing her pain, “I’m sorry. You said that DeLuca is bipolar? Are you sure about that?”

Amber swallows the lump in her throat, “Yeah, I have been on this ride before and I know how it looks even with a manic and not a psychotic. I never knew what it was to be in a relationship with someone with mental health issues but for the last two months I now understand that you don’t matter to them. Their problems become your own because they feel the need to take it out on you because your close targets. It gets frustrating to the point where you just want to get out and leave them to suffer from their own delusions.” Amber sighs with April giving her a sympathetic nod, “I think I understand why my father left my mother.”

“Hey come on.” April starts with a motherly tone, “Just because you fell in love with someone with mental health issues doesn’t make you your dad and it doesn’t make him your mom it just…it makes it a rough patch you can either work through or not.”

“I’m not sure there’s anything left to work through.”

“Listen I’ve seen mental illness with soldiers in Afghanistan. They take on a whole new personality, it’s like somebody else took over. It’s the same thing that’s happening with Andrew only instead of war its genetics causing this.”

Amber sips her whiskey, “I know I’ve repeated that mantra with my mom and brother. I know he didn’t ask for this like I didn’t but he is ignoring it and making it worse. I know you think that’s selfish and I’m projecting my family problems on him.”

April shakes her head, “No that’s not what I think. Neither of you are being selfish here, you’re just tired of repeating this pain. As for Andrew the illness doesn’t make him inherently selfish, what makes him selfish is refusing to do anything before it’s too late.” Amber nods as her eyes begin to glisten. April looks at her in sympathy, “Are you really sure it’s over? There’s nothing to mend at this point?”

“No I made it more than clear he lost the right to beg for forgiveness when he showed up to help Webber instead of trying to fix himself and us.” Amber starts to tear up, “I thought I found the one. He was it for me. He was sweet and kind and handsome and he could handle my crap. He knew what it was like to grow up with a parent who neglected their mental health. I thought I hit the jackpot. Instead, I was so worried I would get my mother’s illness I never for one second considered he could get his father’s. And now he has and he refuses to do anything about and I feel…I feel like I’m broken and there’s nothing I can do to fix it.”

April pulls out a travel tissue packet and hands it to Amber who takes it and wipes her tears, “Thanks I know this isn’t how you envisioned your night going, taking care of a heartbroken resident sleeping in your ex’s guest room.”

“Well, it’s definitely more interesting than what I had in mind.” Amber chuckles while April grins.

“God I am such a mess, not even a hot paramedic asking me out can cheer me up.” April raises an eyebrow, “Wren Jones, I gave her a cast with my number after she asked me out.”

“I’ve met her, she brings patients to my clinic, she’s pretty.”

Amber wipes another tear, “She’s freaking gorgeous but I can’t April. I’m too screwed up to date and I want it to be because I like her and I do but…a part of me thinks about the look on Andrew’s face when he see’s me with someone after he dumped me and the satisfaction it will give me to beat him. But Wren deserves more than to be a weapon in my relationship war. And I don’t know if I can give her what she really deserves. I don’t know if I can jump back in the game so soon after what I’ve been through.

April squeezes Amber’s knee in comfort, “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time for yourself and regrouping and healing. It would be wrong for you to jump into another relationship so soon after your breakup because that will just make things worse for you. Maybe this is a sign for you to get your priorities in order and connect with yourself.”

Amber nods, “Yeah I know I need to step back from the dating game indefinitely…it still sucks though.”

April grins, “Look for what it’s worth I completely understand where you are at right now.”

“No, you don’t.” Amber sniffles, “I know your divorce from Jackson was messy but you found your true love after him.” April frowns as Amber continues, “Your one is perfect, he’s cute, he’s in the business of saving lives, he worships the ground you walk on, he doesn’t make you feel like crap. I mean you pretty much hit the jackpot after your divorce while I-”

“We split up.” Amber freezes and looks up in shock registering April’s fallen face. April sighs and takes a moment before explaining, “We kept trying to tell ourselves that our whole winding road was God's plan to bring us back together. But he was still so angry and so hurt. I mean, I left him at the altar, and then his wife died. You know, you don't just stop feeling hurt 'cause it's a better story if God brought us together in our pain.” Amber looks at April feeling sympathetic, “He denied it for so long. You know, he tried so hard not to hate me. I think loving me, making us a full circle was the story he was writing. I mean, I guess it was the story we were both writing. I mean, I was trying to get past my guilt. He was…He was trying to forgive God for the loss of Karin…but y-you know, ultimately, we learned that…” April bitterly chuckles, “Life just isn't always so tidy. And God's plan isn't always so easy to understand. He's always been so good with Harriet, and I adore Ruby, but we both started working longer hours, just avoiding coming home. And then, his sister got sick. She lives in Philadelphia. So, he and Ruby went to Philadelphia to be with her, and…now she's better, uh, but they're still in Philadelphia. And…they are not coming back.” Amber looks down in guilt over her previous assumption, “So yeah, I get how it feels to be broken beyond fixing. I am about to be divorced for a second time and a single mother again and according to the bible and my family I am a sinner in the eyes of the lord. I am doing about as great as you I think.”

Amber holds out her expensive whiskey, “Here you need this more than anyone I’ve ever met and that’s a lot of people.”

April chuckles, “Thanks but I’m working tonight. Speaking of which I gotta get to the clinic.” April stands up grabbing her purse and Amber stands up to lead her out, “Are you good to take of her tonight?”

“Don’t worry it’s not my first time with her it’s just double the diapers without Jackson around. If it’s okay with you I can take her in to see him tonight before she sleeps, maybe a visit from his little girl will be good for him.”

“Yeah of course, he needs a good end to a day of being shot.” April chuckles darkly, “I swear it’s day like these I could kill him for being so brave and so stupid.”

“You and me both sister and thanks for the talk I think I needed some girl to girl talk with someone who get’s where I’m coming from.” Amber smiles at April gratefully.

“Of course, and if you want, I can help you unleash your rage the right way.” Amber raises an eyebrow, “Gun range, shooting a paper target is very cathartic trust me.”

Amber chuckles, “I’ll think about it. Hey, does Jackson know about you and Matthew? I mean he never mentioned it.”

“No, he doesn’t I’ve been busy and so is he. Plus, he thought it was crazy what I was doing he didn’t say it but I could see it and I’m really not in the mood for an ‘I told you so’ my family already got their share after I told them.” April sighs, “Amber, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell him before I did. This is still new, it just happened and I want to figure out how to tell him myself. Can you please keep this between us and Harriet who I already swore to secrecy? Please?”

Amber looks at the pleading face on April and despite wanting to tell Jackson knowing his lingering feelings for April decides to keep a promise after April helped her with her emotional turmoil, “Yes I can keep this between us. I mean it’s not like it’s gonna change his life in any way.” Amber grins to sell it knowing it would be the opposite for Jackson.

April grins, “Okay thank you so much I already fed Harriet so your good there, you just take her to see daddy, read her to bed and she should be out like a light.” April goes to the play mat with a wide smile for Harriet, “Okay ladybug mommy has to go but your gonna see daddy and then you get to have a sleepover with auntie Amber is that fun?”

“Yay!” April laughs at Harriet’s joy as does Amber who can’t believe intern year that little girl hated her and now, she’s the designated aunt.

“Yay! That’s right I love you so much ladybug I’ll see you soon.” April gives Harriet a lot of kisses before walking to the door with Amber leading her out, “Okay call me if you need anything seriously.”

“Don’t worry I will, have a good shift.” April nods and leaves. Amber closes the door before making a raspberry sound and lifting Harriet in her arms so she can get her ready to see her dad. Amber sighs as she carries Harriet down the hall to her room, “Harriet it’s days like this I wonder what my life has come to being thrust into other people’s problems.” Amber closes the door in Harriet’s room.

Next Part Here

[1lilspark]

Modern Throuple AU

Allie refers to the adults as Dad, Mom & Lucas while Jack refers to them as Mountie Nathan, Mom & Buddy

Nathan wont miss a chance to crack a “dad joke” even if Allie gets severally embarrassed

Nathan sees himself as the “cool dad” he’s listened to half an Olivia Rodrigo album

Lucas got Eras Tour tickets for Allie & Elizabeth (also for Rosie the towns self proclaimed number one swiftie)

[princesslizzyfnafton]

wait so there's 3 of you: you, baby, and scrap baby??

-amarillo

Of course not, silly! Circus Baby was scooped and abandoned, It's true that technically my spirit is housed in Scrap Baby, but sometimes she gets so cumbersome! I much prefer to just hang out as a spirit, though Scrap Baby does have to be nearby. I'm tethered to her, but not completely, if that makes any sense!

[ari-the-arotistic]

Beckett being a bard threw me of at first, but OH MY GOD I CAN SEE IT

im planning on making will turner for my next baldur's gate multiplayer character, and that got me trying to figure out what the cast's class and stat array would look like if they were characters in a campaign. these are the fruits of my labor. i am open to changing my mind.

elizabeth swann: sorcerer. natural charisma and an innate sense of calculation and cunning. quick to consider a lot of options at once. later on she gets more close-range options and can control whole battlefields. (dump stat: strength, the classic spellcaster minmax choice)

will turner: fighter, potential multiclass into rogue (or even cleric, depending on how you read into the ferryman thing). he does one thing really really good and it's fight things. comes with a lot of great proficiencies and a background that seems mundane but is deeply tied in with the narrative. of course. (dump stat: intelligence. sorry. his wis is good though.)

jack sparrow: a classic thief rogue — though i think you could argue for arcane trickster too. stumbles into situations and skill checks himself out of them. hidden depths lie beneath a roguish exterior and many, many sessions of bullshittery that somehow always tie back into the main plot. (dump stat: constitution. he's gotten hit in the head so many goddamn times.)

barbossa: hear me out: warlock. they have a lot of variation that can make it hard to tell what class they are, and you could argue that the aztec gold and later calypso are patrons to which he owes his unlife and, subsequently, his powers. comes with a high charisma stat for chewing the scenery. (dump stat: he cheated his stat rolls and has none)

norrington: paladin. my god. a paragon of light until he breaks his oath in dmc through no fault of his own and destroys himself clawing his way back into favor. (dump stat: strength, so he can be a dex-based paladin but his wis is probably next lowest)

beckett: bard. no further explanation.

davy jones: has since surpassed the levels of the class-based system but was a cleric, back in the day, devoted to a goddess he believed abandoned him. no it hasn't defined his existence for centuries. no he's not bitter. why do you ask?

calypso: aforementioned goddess ex. you know how it is.

governor swann: npc the dm has to frantically make a statblock for when he's suddenly drawn into a fight. he has 6hp.

[littlexdeaths]

pushing up daisies - e.m.

kas eddie munson x fem reader

treat me bad like i’m no one's daughter,

body bag, baby, i’m a goner…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: ANGSTTTTT, mentions of eddie’s death and the upside down, canon divergent (reader is chosen as vecna’s last victim instead of max), established relationship, soft!dom eddie, biting/blood drinking, lil bit of jealous eddie, public sex, unprotected piv sex, cream pie

based on love is a… by pvris

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this is honestly something i am so incredibly proud of, so i hope you all enjoy it. a big thank you to my babes @undead-supernova @strangerstilinski and @lokis-army-77 for helping me with parts of this fic, i love you all so much 💕

The sky was dark, storm clouds rolling in as you trudged through the rusted gates of Hawkin’s memorial cemetery.

Only the booming sounds of thunder and your labored breathing filled the morning air. Rain droplets poured steadily onto your head, dripping down the collar of your rain jacket. The clothing seemingly useless as the heavy rain soaked you to the bone.

The wild daisies clutched in your fist were beginning to wilt as your eyes scanned over the sea of headstones. Your throat tightens once you find his, now wishing that Dustin had been lying to you.

The words BURN IN HELL FREAK were still visible, despite the male’s best effort to clean them off the previous day. It had been less than a week since the funeral, but that was plenty of time for someone to vandalize his headstone. You hated this town.

Reaching the now desecrated grave you sigh, gently running your fingers along the top of the headstone. The rough edges scraped against your fingertips as you knelt down in front of it. Letting your hand fall into your lap, glancing down at the sad excuse of a bouquet in the other.

He deserved more than this… he deserved more than anything this shitty town had to offer.

“Hey Eds,” you whisper, despite the desolation surrounding you.

You carefully set the daisies onto the ground, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill past your waterline. The white of the flowers contrasted sharply against the dirt, which was quickly turning to mud beneath your knees. But you didn’t mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to the funeral,” guilt laces your shaky voice as you tug your lower lip between your teeth. “I just… I couldn’t see you like that.”

Despite the feeble attempts that Dustin and Robin made to coax you out of bed that day, nothing was going to change your mind. You didn’t want to remember him that way, as you were already grappling with the image of him dying in Dustin’s arms.

A memory that haunts your dreams every night.

“I hope you can forgive me,” you mumble, reaching into your pocket to pull out his lucky set of dice. A sad smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you begin to place them along his headstone, “I brought a peace offering.”

A loud crack has your eyes flicking up, body jolting in surprise as a bolt of lightning strikes a tree in the distance. The impact splits the trunk down the middle, the wind picking up speed and taking your flowers with it.

The torn petals spread across the unkempt ground, the gesture now ruined. Just like everything else you touched.

You blame yourself for his death, knowing he would still be here if Vecna hadn't chosen you. You would live through a thousand years in a prison of your own mind, let that monster drain you of your entire existence— if it meant Eddie would have lived.

“It’s all my fault,” you don’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks, staring intently at the stone in front of you.

Edward Lee Munson, now at peace.

Those bold words stare back at you, mirroring the stone that sat just a few feet besides his. One you had become very familiar with over the years.

Elizabeth Ann Munson.

Beloved wife and mother, may she rest in peace.

While hers were more faded, they still brought you a small sense of comfort. Knowing that Eddie was with her now, he was safe. But that comfort wouldn’t heal the hole that had been punched through your chest.

“I miss you,” you hiccup, your tears steadily flowing now, the moisture beginning to blur your vision. “It w-wasn’t supposed to b-be you.”

Your soft cries soon morphed into pained sobbing, your shoulders hunched over as you dug your fists into the earth. You were grateful that Steve had let you come alone, not wanting anyone to see you like this.

In the short time that Eddie had been gone, you felt suffocated. With Vecna still alive and plotting, you were constantly being watched. Your friends not knowing if the demon, creature, whatever he was— would come back to claim you for good.

Part of you hoped for it, mentally pleaded to be taken away too. Because a life without Eddie, wasn’t a life you wanted to live.

A loud scream pierces the air, and it takes you a moment to realize the sound has come from you. Your chest heaves from the force of it, allowing your head to tilt back as your eyes slip shut. Enjoying how the rain soaks into your pores, washing away any trace of your tears.

You sit like that for a while, as the storm continues to wage on around you. Silently wishing that the rain would wash you away too. Dirt is caked under your fingernails, mud coated your shins and the hem of your skirt. You knew you couldn’t sit out here much longer, as your teeth started to chatter from the cold.

Your head falls forward, allowing yourself one last look at his headstone. The red paint has stained it horribly, tainting the last thing he had left in this world.

“I’ll come back tomorrow and clean this shit up, I promise.” You say, lifting up your pinky towards the block of stone. You hold it there for a moment before your hand falls back to your side.

“I love you, Eddie,” you sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you start to stand. Turning around as you begin to wipe the dirt from your knees.

As you take a step forward your shoe begins to sink into the wet soil, almost swallowing your foot whole. An annoyed huff leaves your lips as you try to pull it back out. But any attempt is stopped short as a cold hand wraps around your other ankle. A deep groan echoes in your ears as your eyes widen in fear.

This was it… Vecna’s come back for you.

While everything inside you begs you to run, your body remains frozen. Hyperventilating as the ground beneath you begins to shift, your feet sinking in deeper as another body fights its way out from the earth. A strained grunt of your name snaps you out of your petrified state, recognizing the voice immediately.

This was a cruel joke, knowing he was taking on Eddie’s form just to hurt you more. So you decided you wouldn’t stick around to witness it.

If you were going to die, it would be by his own hands.

“No!” You shout, yanking your ankle out of that icy grip as you make a break for it.

You don’t make it very far though, only reaching the edge of his grave before you lose your footing. The tip of your shoe catches on a tree root, sending your body tumbling forward onto the wet ground. The impact knocks the wind out of you as you struggle to take a breath in. Your nails dig into the grass for purchase as you try to crawl away.

The feeling of two hands wrapping around each ankle has you screaming, thrashing about as you're dragged back towards the grave. The male flips you around, unable to hear his broken pleas over the sound of your own shrieks. You keep your eyes focused on the storm clouds above your heads, desperate for some kind of distraction. You wouldn’t look at him, you couldn’t.

This wasn’t your Eddie.

A dirty hand grips onto your chin, tilting your head down as he wedges his body between your thighs. Forcing you to face him, his dark eyes ablaze with fury— a sharp contrast to the way he gently cradles your jaw.

“I’m not in the mood for games… just get on with it,” you snap, letting your eyes slip shut as you wait for that familiar pain to shoot up your spine and through your skull.

But nothing happens.

You crack an eye open only to find the brunette staring back down at you, confusion coating his features.

“… get on with what, sweetheart?” His voice cracks, the look on his face mirroring his tone.

“Killing me,” you state, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

There’s a moment of silence between you before he starts laughing, the booming sound instantly melts your insides. It was something you thought you would never hear again.

“I guess my entrance was very Night of the Living Dead, huh?” He teases with a wide grin as his head dips lower— his drenched curls sticking to your cheek.

When you feel Eddie’s lips connect with the base of your throat, your breath hitches. Heat pools in your middle as he inhales, groaning deeply. The sound vibrates against your skin, sending shockwaves through your system.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he hums, his hands running down the length of your sides. The male grips onto the soaked fabric of your dress, slowly inching it up until his palms are splayed across the tops of your thighs.

“You’re so warm,” he continues, his nose grazing along your collarbone as you grip onto the shoulders of his oversized suit jacket.

“H-How are you here?” You question with a small whine as he lightly nips at your throat, chuckling deeply.

“You brought me here, sweetheart.” His words are spoken reassuringly, but they don’t offer you any comfort.

“So, this is a dream,” there’s no question in your voice, only a trace of melancholy.

But Eddie notices it immediately, his head lifting from the crook of your neck. His dark eyes met yours for a moment, a look of determination flashing through his irises.

“Does this feel like a dream to you, baby?”

Before you can reply, his lips brush against yours. Any worries that this wasn’t real melt away with each press of his mouth on yours. Silencing the fear that this will all disappear the moment you pull apart. The storm rages on as he kisses you with an electricity that rivals the lightning above you.

“Definitely not a dream,” you mumble, earning a soft chuckle from him.

You swallow the sound as you kiss him deeper, his ringed fingers gliding further up your thighs and under your dress. Your own slip underneath the collar of his jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Letting the rain soak into his white dress shirt, the fabric clinging to the muscles in his back.

Your hands quickly rake through his hair, tugging on the drenched curls as his mouth trails along your jaw. Continuing lower as he sucks harshly on your skin, enjoying the way your body responds to each press of his lips. A breathy whine spills past your own as his fingers reach the elastic band of your panties.

The tension between you continues to mount as you eagerly drag his mouth back to yours. Eddie’s fingers curl under the waistband, snapping the lace against your skin. You barely register the tearing of that same fabric, too preoccupied with his lips on yours. The clinking of his belt soon follows, aiding him in pushing his slacks down his thighs.

“Please,” you plead, lifting your hips against his. Not wanting to waste another second to have him buried inside you.

The brunette gently shushes you, pulling back for a moment as he rubs the tip of cock through your drenched folds. His pupils dilate as he takes in the way your lips part under his thumb. A shaky breath escapes them as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he coos, caressing your cheek as he guides his hips forward. Slowly slipping into your awaiting heat with a strangled groan, “I’ll take care of you.”

His actions are gentle, as your bodies become reacquainted with each other. Eddie guides your hands above your head, fingers lacing together in the dirt. Your thighs are snug around his hips, desperate to keep him as close as humanly possible.

He rocks his hips into yours at a deep but leisurely pace, letting him savor every moment he spends inside you. As neither of you know what will happen after this is all over, it’s not something you want to think about.

Being here, in this moment, with him is the only thing that mattered to you.

The ferocity of the storm drowns out the cries that leave your lips, much different from the agonized ones you had let out earlier. Everything feels heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins with each stroke of his cock.

There’s a sudden shift in his demeanor as his eyes glaze over with an almost dangerous glint. Similar to that of a predator who had locked eyes on his prey. Your heart rate increases as a deep growl permeates the air. His fingers slip out of yours, instead digging into the soil beside you as his body goes rigid.

The brown of his irises disappear from view as he squeezes them shut, worry beginning to fill your chest. Your hands reach up to cradle his face, feeling how tightly his jaw was clenched underneath your fingertips.

“Eds,” you call softly, but the male remains frozen above you— a statue of Adonis.

He was losing control, ready to slip through your fingers. But you had already lost him once, and you weren't about to let it happen again.

“Stay with me,” you implore, softly pressing your lips against the furrow between his eyes. Brushing the dirt from his cheeks as you continue to trail tender kisses across his face.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally speaks as your lips hover over his, your breath mingling together.

“You won’t,” you promise as your nose nudges against his.

Eddie seems reluctant as he opens his eyes, crimson beginning to bleed into his irises. “But there’s something different…” he trails off, searching for any trace of fear reflecting in your eyes. “I’m different.”

“I don’t care,” you don’t miss a beat, capturing his lips with yours once more.

He moans into your mouth, hands encircling your waist as you lift your hips, encouraging him to thrust deeper inside you. Your tongue slips past his lips, gliding along his front teeth. Coming to a sudden realization as you feel the pointed edge of his canines.

Logically you should feel frightened, but it seems to have the opposite effect on you. Your kisses become frantic as your walls flutter around his shaft, the sensation causing him to moan out your name. The pace of his hips quickens as your nails dig into the drenched dress shirt covering his back.

Your lips separate as you gasp, his cock hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. The both of you falling closer to that precipice with each thrust of his hips. But it’s not quite enough, needing to connect with him on a new level.

Eddie peers down at you in awe as your head falls back, baring your throat to him. “Do it,” you insist, guiding his mouth towards your neck.

You can sense his hesitation, his lips ghosting over your skin instead.

“Please, Eddie,” you beg, his groan vibrating against your throat. “I want you to.”

The sincerity in your tone squashes any doubts still lingering in his head. Allowing his teeth to graze against your tender flesh, testing his resolve.

“I trust you,” is what he needs to hear before he sinks his teeth into your neck.

Your body arches into his chest, trembling as that familiar wave of euphoria crashes over you— pulling you under completely. Eddie drinks from you greedily, continuing to work you through your high as his own steadily approaches.

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he moans as his teeth detach themselves from your throat.

His tongue darts out, lapping up the blood that begins to trickle down the curve of your neck. The sight of his mark on you is almost enough to send him over the edge. But your pretty whines are the final nail in his coffin, hips stuttering as he fills you with his warmth.

“I love you.”

Those three little words are whispered against your collarbone as the male collapses onto you. A content smile spreads across your face as your fingers card themselves through his curls. The both of you soaking up this moment of bliss for as long as you can.

The rain above your heads has finally slowed to a drizzle, the pitter patter of the droplets matching your heartbeat. You don’t know how long you laid there like this, bodies intertwined on his grave.

But it didn’t matter, as long as it was him you were entangled with.

“I love you too,” you reply a while later, the male humming as he lifts his face from the crook of your neck, crimson smeared across his lips.

A fond look falls over his features as he leans down to kiss you again, the metallic taste of you lingering on his mouth. A thought suddenly occurs to you, causing you to giggle against his lips.

“What’s so funny, sweetness?” He muses, pulling away from you with a raised brow. You tuck a loose curl behind his ear, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“Just trying to think of how to explain this to Steve.” You watch in amusement as a scowl appears on his face.

“Poor thing is gonna think I was mauled by a wild animal,” you tease, gesturing to the bite mark on your neck.

You see a flash of jealousy in his eyes, a low growl rumbles through his chest as his lips reattach themselves to your throat— causing you to squeal.

“Harrington’s just gonna have to deal with it,” he answered smugly, hugging your body closer to his.

The both of you completely unaware of the looming figure watching you from the tree line.

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[north-noire]

My Michael Afton throughout the years! ft. his own little doodles. I'll try to be brief about the timeline and how my Michael was without saying too much since it'll be explored in the Hidden Hands AU fic's chapters anyway so I won't say all the details. Feel free to read if you guys like! I have a lot to say about him.

1983 (FNAF 4) - Michael was 12 or 13-ish when the Bite happened. Very reckless yet adventurous kid. Didn't really hate Evan (William, as much as he had a soft spot for Evan, still loved Michael all the same), just had really bad friends and influence (his friends were mostly bullies) - and didn't really like that he's being told to parent a little brother he had no idea how to take care of. It didn't help that Evan tended to be a tattle-tail sometimes about the trouble he was getting into. Michael also, deep down, got scared of what the bullies would do to him if he dared stand up for his brother or spoke out against them, so he ends up going along with what they did for his own sake. After the Bite, Michael was still deeply guilty about what he did to Evan, and it haunts him every night, knowing he had no good excuse but irresponsibility for what he did to his brother, because after all, it wasn't like William wasn't giving him enough attention. Michael just knew that he deserved anything unfortunate coming to him, but is genuinely surprised that his father kept telling him he loved him all the same. From this point on, he becomes easily troubled, tends to stay close to his dad. Makes sure he follows the rules and doesn't do trouble. Just wants to do a complete personality shift, and is deeply ashamed of who he was before. 1985 (Charlie's death, Fredbear's Family Diner shuts down) - Michael was 15 here. Over the years, he slowly isolated himself from most of the people in his life since he gets worried about his past scars coming back to haunt him. Mostly a recluse and reserved. He's not handling things well after Charlie's death and a family divorce - not to mention the non-existent social life he had. Just prefers to be left alone, but he's nice if you get to know him. Doesn't really have a good relationship with Elizabeth, but is actually pretty close with William. Feels extremely guilty and hates himself/blames himself for Charlie's death. He gets paranoid easily, as he thinks whoever took Charlie is now after him, but his father tells him to not worry too much about it. 1987 (FNAF 2) - (17) Slowly having a good relationship with Elizabeth. Starts to get into stuff like the supernatural and becomes superstitious to a degree over the years. In public, he's mostly polite and nice, but his actual personality shows through whenever he's with his father or Elizabeth - he's sarcastic, and has quite a dark sense of humor, can be a bit of a rebel, he's just more subtle about it. A bit of an over-thinker - he gets lost in his imagination/head easily. Has a (surprisingly) good relationship with his dad, as he's not really afraid to be himself around him - sometimes gifts him funny things or something he knows his dad would love/would use (he gifts William a rabbit's foot - for good luck, he says). He also helped William build the Fun-Times with blueprints and other technicalities (He's not really aware of the questionable features they had, unfortunately). He couldn't really come with his father and Elizabeth on Circus Baby's Pizza World opening due to things he had to catch up with his home-schooling, he had been skipping classes to work on the Fun-Times, but he really wanted to graduate highschool with a bang, so he's giving everything his all, here. Then Elizabeth suddenly goes missing all of a sudden, and, well... I would say more, but my fic sort of takes a canon-divergence route around FNAF 2/SL-FNAF 1 so that would spoil half of the stuff I've been working/writing about! Reference-sheet wise, I just wanted to show how he progresses from a rebellious, happy and adventurous kid into a more reclused, anxious and soft-spoken adult. Sorry for the long post! I've just been wanting to talk about him for some time now. There's a looot more that I've left out but yeah that's because there will be more in the fic!

[kaspenhoward]

Six The Musical Headcanons - Catherine Parr (Cathy Parr):

Wooo saved our most intriguing, best blue queen for last 💙💙💙

-Cathy at the start of reincarnation, like Anne struggled to open up to the queens but seemed to beat Anne to it and had different reasons. Cathy was not struggling mentally to the degree Anne was or struggling to adapt to modern day, Cathy merely was just observing and taking notes to deem the people around her to be safe to open up to. This due to her past experiences with Henry where she had to hide all the religious and gender equality schemes she had while being threatened with her life. As always it seems that Kat was the one to draw her into the group, albeit unintentionally. Kat had a bad day and a nightmare the night before, being on edge, she got set off and blew up towards the group about how she hates men and went on a tangent about gender equality and the unfairness of misogyny and the queens comforted her and agreed. This allowed Cathy to acknowledge that the group as a safe space.

-Speaking of taking notes, Cathy enjoys writing everything down she finds special about the queens in this notebook calling it the “6Q”. In there she’s writes down past traumatic events, general habits, likes, dislikes, things they’ve said, things they’ve done, personality traits and interactions she’s had with them. This can range from “Anne tries to hide her intelligence behind a bubbly ditz facade cause she’s scared showing her smarts will lead to another untimely death again” to “Anna is addicted to the least interesting thing since we’ve came back: water” to “Kat jumped off a high rock with a balloon in hand because she thought it’d make her fly”.

-Cathy has a special bag she always takes with her, it’s small and made to hold two books and a book light. She never leaves the house without it.

-Cathy reads when she’s overwhelmed, meaning if the queens take her to a bar, it’s likely she’ll be drinking a soda and reading instead of getting into “the party mood” as Anne calls it.

-If you prompt Cathy about what she’s reading or writing you will be then held captive for hours listening about stories. Her story telling is amazing and enticing although she’s a bit shy about it because of how many times she was told to be quiet in her past life.

-I’m all for coffee addict Cathy but the queens eventually do stage an intervention when she needs a swing to replace her on stage mid show because she near passes out during the haus of holbein. It’s officially made a queen house rule that Cathy can only have one coffee a day.

-You disturb Cathy’s reading and it’s not important, you pay the price of receiving the silent treatment from her for the rest of the day.

-Cathy loves her queens so much she accidentally started crying happy tears thinking about them once. Everyone was really concerned but all she could say was “I love you guys so much”.

-Cathy actually has no preference to which queen she spends time with, as long as it’s one of her queens, she loves story time with Anna who’s always invested and listens, having educated debates and book races with Anne, teaching Jane how to read and picking at all the interesting thoughts and opinions Jane has on certain topics, getting mothered by Catalina, or trying out as many modern day things as possible with Kat. She loves her queens and any time with any of them makes her happy.

-Cathy does not find any enjoyment in leaving the house alone cause according to her “when I say in the show, all I need is six, I mean it, I don’t want anything to do with other people or anything else with the outside world” to say she’s a introvert and only loves her family of queens would be a gross understatement.

-Blunt. Cathy can be very blunt sometimes, she doesn’t find the need in sugarcoating things at all, she maintains so much information that lots of times her thoughts just fly out of her mouth before she can think about what said words could imply.

-One time the queens all went to a bar together and Cathy was minding her own business when a guy walks up to her to ask if she wants a drink, before he can even speak though she tells him “I have four dead husbands.” Stoically and the guy immediately runs away. She found no need to mention their deaths occurred around 500 years ago.

-Cathy likes the winter season more because it’s more of an excuse to stay inside more.

-During Megasix Cathy has taken a few phones to record closer for the audience members. Once a fan took this opportunity to also hand Cathy a fanart of her. Cathy cried tears of happiness and it always hangs next to her mirror in the dressing room. Forever vowing to remember the name of that fan.

-Cathy has a library of books to all the queens histories and their children’s and has read them all, she allows the other queens to come in and read them and fix all the inaccurate details but in order to receive the books you have to go to Cathy first so she knows what books to check when they are returned to read the “proper version”

-Sexuality wise, I’m simply saying Bi, I really don’t think Cathy is one to care, but as stated in other versions I really don’t think any of the queens should date post-reincarnation because of all the trauma they have to work out and the family they’re busy forming

-Whenever the queens actually manage to convince Cathy of drink at the bar, Cathy becomes a full on Riot. When her and Anna both have had too many drinks they are so difficult to talk down. Once to stay longer, Cathy and Anna made a fame out of hiding from the queens, none of them were the least amused when they found the two hiding under someone else’s table.

-After the coffee confrontation, you can now simply find Cathy sleeping around the house at any random time or place during the day, usually cuddled up with another queen

-Cathy like Jane, is incredibly scared of illness due their deaths. Not only because of the reliving a traumatic experience but also because it reminds her of what she lost, even if Thomas Seymour was an a*s, Cathy did lose her Mae like Jane her Edward.

-Cathy sometimes stays up at night wishing Elizabeth could be reincarnated too, so she could say sorry. The guilt she holds towards the girl is always very strong even after Anne forgave her. Cathy read up on the girl’s life and sometimes and no matter how proud she is, wonders how much better it could have been for the girl only Anne was alive to protect her.

-Cathy tried to cut I don’t need your love from six multiple times but Anne to everyone’s surprise, wouldn’t have it, not wanting the venerable side of Elizabeth to be sung on stage.