#i drew him from memory so idk how accurate this is

[magicamechanica]

hobin sparkles on!

[tamagoneko]

i totally didn't forget about this silly brainrot idea

[heyimanowl]

The todd kaufman designs..

[tcustodisart]

Connecticut Tav | Wood Half-Elf | Beast Master Ranger

So, this is my sheet for @bareee's @tav-dex. Went a little overboard and made a whole ass character sheet (man the last time I made one of those was so long ago). I want to write something about my cringe boy so. Buckle up because it's going to be long and poorly written (I suck at writing).

One edit because I'm a dummy, his alignment is neutral good not true neutral idk why I did that.

He was born and raised in his mom's and step-dad's tavern called Crow's Perch (not as fancy as Elf Song but in a different category as Blushing Mermaid)(the tavern thing is just for the sake of a joke that the most popular drink they serve is called 'Connecticut Water'). He has an older brother, who's a bard. Despite the description for Urchin background ("After surviving a poor and bleak childhood") he had a happy childhood, filled with love and support. The two brothers treated the whole Lower City as their playground: breaking into places just for fun, pick pocketing nobles, climbing Wyrm's Rock Fortress etc.

His love for beasts and creatures of any kind comes from the stories told by his step-dad (both him and Tav's mom are retired adventurers). Step dad was the one who told Tav about Darkmaw the Wicked *wink wink*.

At one point he got tired of the city life and decided he wanted to become a ranger. After successfully fulfilling some contracts he became so confident of his skills he tried to build a trap all by his own. The trap exploded right into his face (he himself has no idea how it didn't kill him or damaged his eyes). After that he was sulking in his hunting hut for a month. The experience humbled the boy. Most of his adventuring prior to the nautiloid could just be boiled down to hanging around one village and talking local boars out of destroying potato fields, and occasionally getting rid of poachers.

Before the abduction he was on his way to Baldur's Gate to see his family (which he hasn't seen in months).

Trivia (because it's easier to write stuff this way):

His hair started to go grey at the start of Act 3 from the weight of responsibility and stress.

In Act 1 he was corresponding with his family thanks to Faust. After entering The Underdark he stopped sending letters (In Underdark because it would be hard, in Act 2 because he didn't want the bird to be killed by Shadow Curse).

Despite being close to his family in Act 3, he didn't visit them or send any messages in fear that Gortash and/or Orin would hurt them.

He carries with him a razor and some fancy oils for his beard.

His brother wrote one ballad about him, soon after that Tav forbid him from writing more (it was very much not accurate).

His step-dad taught him how to fight with a sword, while his mom taught him archery and the art of stealth.

Tav's biological father died when he was very young so he has barely any memory of him.

Tav's a walking Merlin app, he can identify any bird by just listening to it.

He loves climbing trees. Either to rest on a branch or to scout the surroundings.

He loves picking up herbs and making potions.

Despite growing up in a tavern he's not much of a drinker.

He's very self-conscious about his height and chest-to-belly area. He tries his best not to show it.

At one point he was persona non grata at Sharess' Caress.

He enjoys fishing.

Sir Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington is a name of his childhood plush.

He knows how to play lanceboard (he often plays against Gale and tries to teach it to Wyll).

He draws in his journal. He drew all of his companions at least once.

He almost cried when Jaheira called him 'cub' and almost called her 'mom' in response.

He's scared of Lae'zel. But tries his best to understand and help her.

He had countless heart-to-hearts with Karlach.

In his journal he described Astarion as 'his equal on the battlefield'.

[xproskeith]

can you tell i'm bored-

please answer those. i also drew a ghost for you. because i'm bored. i'm gonna answer my asks too lmao HAVE FUN!

Lmao ok but I actually love this. The you wrote it out AND the ghost! Tis the season!! 👻🎃 Now let's begin!

11: best friend?

My best friend is awesome! His name is Ben and we've been friends since we met at college for our first degrees (we'd both end up going back for nursing later. He ended up following me on that front). But we really started to get closer after we both graduated and especially after I moved back to New Orleans after moving home after graduation for a year and a half. He's just a really cool and chill guy who has always been there for me and been super supportive. We've both helped each other through some really rough times in our lives and really supported each other. He's pretty introverted, tho if you met him you might not realize that at first. It's a hilarious contrast to my extreme extroversion. I also owe meeting my wife to him. He pushed me to finally get on the dating apps and I met my wife on hinge. He also encouraged me when she and I started talking and dating seriously. He also knows how to deal with my anxiety very well and respectfully, tho my anxiety has gotten immensely better than it used to be. Still, worth mentioning. He's also said on multiple occasions how much he appreciates and like how I am just unapologetically me and an unapologetic nerd. To quote him, "genuine folks are hard to find." So that was also really cool to hear from him and just reaffirmed that being myself is the right move. When he lived in the city with me, we'd hang out at least once a week. But we text daily for the most part and still try to see each other as much as we can even tho he's 2.5hrs away now. He was my best man and gave an amazing and touching best man speech. Now, almost a year later, people still talk about it and quote him, "IDK how else to describe him other than he's aggressively friendly." it's accurate and everyone who has heard that agrees lol. Anyway, he's great and I'm blessed to have him in my life. Here's a pic of us at my bachelor trip and before my wedding. As you can see, and as I've mentioned before in various other posts, the dude is built like a Greek god lol

15: favorite movie

This is actually a hard one lol. I enjoy a lot of movies, but have a hard time narrowing down a fave. Hmm. Deadpool and Wolverine is certainly up there for very obvious reasons, but a movie that has always stuck with me since I was younger is The Prestige. It's a well done film whose twist really got me at the end. It's rare for me not to figure out a movie twist before the end and this one I did not see coming.

18: most traumatic experience 

You're gonna get 2 for the price of 1 lol. 1 childhood trauma and 1 adulthood trauma. Both cover a span of time instead of one specific incident.

First is childhood. From pretty much 1st - 4th grade, I was bullied pretty often. I was a very big and fat kid who was also nice and didn't exactly fight back, so I suppose in retrospect that made me an easy target. But beyond that, I was often made the butts of my peers' jokes or would be asked to do something silly or embarrass or the like and they'd say stuff like "of course we're you're friend!" and "if you do it, we'll be your friend." so this went as well as you can expect. It got so bad and took so much of a toll on me that my mom literally pulled me out of school to homeschool me from 5th-8th grade. This would eventually become repressed as the mind often does only to rear its ugly head later in adulthood when my friends wanted to institute a "punishment" for whoever placed last in our fantasy football league. I had always opposed this idea, but they we were really pushing for it that year. Didn't help I was dead last, but I was having such a visceral reaction and didn't know why. But I was literally about to drop out of the league because of it. Then all of a sudden the memories came flooding back and I finally understood the why. I explained it to 3 of my friends in the league, including the guy in charge, and they abandoned the punishment idea. They said they hoped they knew that this was very different and that no ill will was meant. I did, but it didn't stop how I felt. So the punishment idea was dropped.

Now for adulthood. That would be working through COVID as a nurse. This was traumatizing in many ways, but in particular there were 3 key points. The first was watching patients deteriorate and die so rapidly. Like I would leave in the morning and come back to find out my patient coded and died 3 hours after I left. They were fine before then. We also called so many rapid and codes because people would deteriorate so much and so rapidly. Despite everything I knew and docs and nurses way more experienced than me knew, we couldn't save them all or stop the rapid spiral.

Secondly, every time a code blue or rapid response is called overhead, it's preceeded by a beep on the intercom. I would hear that so many times during that time that I found myself to physically flinch and tense and my heart would race whenever I'd hear it. Even a year later when it was just happening to make an announcement. Didn't realize it was legitimately a PTSD response until I was talking to an army buddy who was like "Yeah dude that's what happens to me when my PTSD gets triggered." I overcome that by becoming the code and rapid nurse for my icu when I moved. So I just threw myself headlong into it and overcame it by exposure and desensitization.

Lastly, there was the whiplash of being called a hero and having my knowledge and insight respected only to be called a liar months later. By my own family even. I still remember making a lengthy thoughtful post about the importance of making and explaining why surgical works for day to day vs the n95 masks needed in hospital and the same day my mom made a post about how covid is a lie and masking is just the government trying to control us. My family has on multiple occasions told me my experiences weren't real and I was exaggerating, especially because I'm liberal. After many fights, we all finally agreed to just never talk about it around each other. An uneasy peace, but better.

So there you have it. My two biggest traumatic experiences lol.

21: what I love most about myself

My kindness and willingness to help people

28: a description of the person I dislike the most

Hmm I don't really dislike people. But I suppose this one older lady at work. Kind of short, white, fading blonde hair that's always short. She's always unhappy lol. Mostly dislike her bc she gatekeeps certain patients and has full control over the schedule despite not being the manager.

42: last thing I ate

Greek yogurt and pumpkin seed granola

[theenemyod]

Constantine and Jericho resurrection au thingy

I don't have much context and idk if I'm gonna even write this but basically am au where Constantine and Jericho come back but as babies and it's just a mess because they both keep their bodies and minds but their bodies are babies and they keep their memories and thoughts and it gets confusing.

And Connie hadn't realised Jericho was back, his main focus was getting back to Joseph before he died, so Jericho was left in the cold massacre with Call, and Sarah had written kill the child because she'd thought Jericho was Constantine but Alistair thought she meant Call was Constantine and didn't realise Jericho was either twin.

When Jericho's body was about four/five he decided to just be honest with Alistair and tell him everything he knew. Alistair was confused but could tell Jericho was telling the truth. And Jericho did look like this old self, just as a five year old.

And then there's the moment of Alistair coming downstairs at like three am after another nightmare because I headcannon Alistair has nightmares and then he comes downstairs and finds like the nine year old version of his dead friend sat inside a kitchen cabinet and eating cereal straight from the box without milk.

Meanwhile Constantine is with Joseph this whole time, and so at the same time with Drew and eventually Alex. Neither twin knows the others alive. Constantine eventually starts to think of Drew and Alex as his brothers, and he gets less lonely, though he's still not mentally okay at all.

Jericho ends up being friends with Call and Aaron, but Tamara recognises his name and doesn't 100% trust him, especially when she finds out how much he knows about pre-war Constantine. When Jasper tries to tell Connie's story in that one chapter Jericho interrupts him, and he turns out to be way more accurate.

The night Call got Havoc, Havoc naturally liked Jericho a lot because he could sense a soul that was also touched by chaos. When Jericho woke up with a puppy in his arms it took him ten minutes to realise he's not in his old group and there shouldn't be a wolf in this one.

The twins first interaction in like twenty years was Jericho stopping Constantine killing Call because Connie thought Call killed Drew.

The magisterium didn't trust Constantine, for obvious reasons, but Jericho convinced them to let him in. It was at first just getting them to let Connie into the infirmary because he overused chaos again getting Drew's chaos elemental under control then summoning it when trying to murder Call. It wouldn't be that bad but he was sleeping deprived and didn't use a counterweight after having Drew or Alex as a counterweight (switched between them to make sure they didn't die like Jericho did) for years. Rufus let Connie in, and after a lot of convincing let Connie into his apprentice group again. Jericho was already in his apprentice group.

The twins personalities were sort of switched for a lot of copper year and the end of iron year. Jericho was familiar with the new magisterium and new students and everything that had changed, and was generally well liked, or at the very least had nothing against him. Connie didn't recognise half the magisterium and didn't know anyone there at all, and had a lot against him that everyone knew. He mostly just tried not to draw attention to himself and just spoke to himself and Jericho, and sometimes Call or Aaron if he needed to (Tamara straight up refused to talk to him).

Alistair did try to steal the Alkahest like what happened in cannon, this time to keep Call safe because he didn't think Call would be safe in an apprentice group with the literal Enemy Of Death. Constantine didn't know this at first, because obviously Tamara's family wouldn't be letting him stay at their house like they did for Aaron and Call. Since everyone thinks it was Connie or someone working for Connie who's trying to steal it, people hate him even more, and even Aaron glares at him and is mean to him. Jericho's the only one who believes that it's not him.

Jericho tries to prove it's not Connie by looking up stuff about the Alkahest. He finds out that it's made with mostly metal magic, and remembers Alistair is a metal mage, so tries to contact him for more information. Alistair doesn't give any, and is really awkward and nervous the moment Jericho brings the Alkahest up, which instantly makes Jericho suspicious of him.

Jericho attempts to sneak out to find out more, and he's caught by Constantine, who freaks out slightly thinking Jericho was running away. Jericho explains what he's doing, and Connie joins him, but that makes them have to go back to get Connie's stuff too. Then they're caught by Call, and they try to say that they're going to walk Havoc, but Call doesn't trust Connie with his dog, and starts arguing, and Aaron hears the argument and points out that they're packed like they're going somewhere for a while, and Tamara also hears and soon the whole group is arguing.

Jericho eventually just tries to explain what's actually going on, but Call refuses to accept Alistair could be guilty of anything, Aaron doesn't really want to accuse anyone of anything, and Tamara doesn't trust Connie or Jericho enough.

They end up all somehow sneaking out of the magisterium anyways, and being caught by Jasper like they are in cannon, though both Connie and Call are suggesting ways to kill Jasper and it's Jericho that threatens him with "Look, there are two Makars with us here and both of them are insanely powerful, so are you going to cooperate, or are you going to be a fucking idiot?". Jasper chose to cooperate.

The order of disorder didn't immediately trust the group when they saw Connie with them, but Master Lemual really didn't seem to give a shit or didn't recognise Connie or something and let him in. Call, Aaron and Tamara trusted Connie even less when they saw him commanding chaos-ridden.

Connie tried to convince Aaron to teach him how to hotwire a car when he found out Aaron could, but Aaron refused to.

Connie suspected Alex of being involved somehow when he saw automatons (idk if I spelled that right the big metal elemental), but didn't tell anyone just in case he was wrong.

Jericho ends up pushing Connie out of the way of the Alkahest when Alistair fired it at him, and in the same chapter Call was revealed to be naturally a Makar.

Tamara trusted Constantine and Jericho slightly more but not all the way after that, Jasper decided to just avoid the entire apprentice group (he's still probably being dragged back into this later).

[immren]

4 and 10 for ambrose 15 for immren + a and g (about both of them) for yewwww

How easy is it to earn their trust?

not easy at all. he's extremely paranoid, but he's very easy to talk to and work with despite that. like he doesn't Seem that he's always on edge, but he is. even more so after he becomes prince, because he has a different mindset about the camarilla and anarchs compared to the primogen, who REALLY don't like him, but appointed him as prince since he's naive and easy to control. then they send him across the country once he starts rebelling and being difficult.

the only one person he genuinely trusts is iver. that's why he offered the mutual blood bond lol. and then they divorce every other week. sorry this is unrelated . there's lucien also but they grew apart once ambrose became "more important."

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

ambrose lies so much. even when he's telling the truth, he will usually keep the parts of it to himself if it means getting things to work in his favor. that sort of thing, if that makes sense ?

there are lies he's told that DO actually haunt him. idk if you remember, but that comic i drew of him and his brother, gabriel. like ambrose's sire wiped gabe's memory of him. ambrose meets him again years later and catches gabe's attention bc hes just Staring. so he has to act like he doesn't know him. that hurt him a lot. (brief ambrose lore, his parents died before he was turned, and gabe is his only remaining family member. who's basically dead to him now since andrew mindwiped him and forbids ambrose from speaking to him ever again.)

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

for immren's voice claim, i'm really drawn to jamie bower I think. [Im really sorry for the strangers thing clip, i don't see immren having a british accent 😭] but the way jamie speaks here is really really accurate to how i imagine immren's cadence though. also since his voice also isn't as deep as the voice i used in bg3 (i still love you Voice 3 ).

immren is soft spoken in a normal conversation, almost whispering half the time. every word he says, it's like he says it with purpose. he speaks so eloquently in a way that makes most people Want to listen to him. super easy for him to be manipulative. Looks at his in-game charisma stat.....

also he NEVER uses fillers during his sentences like "um" "uh" "er" etc etc, if that makes sense. though i guess that goes along with "every word he says is said with purpose." lol.. he rarely rehearses because he doesn't need to. he will stay silent if he absolutely needs to think over a response to something. (ex. Gortash asking him to come with him to steal the crown of karsus from mephistopheles, and immren just staring at him for a good twenty seconds before verbally replying.)

he does struggle to speak with emotion, and if he tries, it sounds forced and unnatural. the characters that get to know him on a more personal level can understand his genuine feelings since he's so Direct anyways.

SORRY . I REALLY RAMBLED i hope this makes sense

Why are you excited about this character?

ambrose has a lot of fun connections in his world i love thinking about and would like to eventually draw more interactions of! iver, lucien, his sire, the random human men he won't ghoul but plays with their lives anyways, his former coterie, his new coterie. he's also a fashion model so that gives me an excuse to dress him up like a barbie with fun clothes i find on pinterest. Also vtm in general makes me excited and happy, and not to be biased but i really like my dumbass ventrue lol

immren has a lot of interesting traits to him i like to talk about! not only does he experience the horrors of being a bhaalspawn, he also has that cosmic horror aspect about him too with his eldritch patron. im excited to draw more horror related things with him if im ever feeling brave enough, there are some painting ideas i do have in mind already. there are also things in bg3 i haven't really touched on yet with art so im excited to get around to those too with him

What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

ambrose is really difficult for me to characterize a lot of the time. he's a hypocrite. he's kind. he's twisted. he wants to protect humans yet plays with their lives like they're his toys. he's manipulative. he seeks out the best for his coterie members. im afraid he reads off as inconsistent but maybe that's his charm? 😭

immren is supposed to be a really evil and dark character but sometimes i feel like im woobifying on accident. . does this count . LMFAOO

[m1ckeyb3rry]

HAHAHAH imagine the first chapter of pursuit starts with “I wanna be the very best that no one ever was, to rizz then is my real test, to date them is my causeeeee” LMFAOO

LMAOO you forgetting but you also being the one to make his team sends me (i would so do this) ASH AND CHARIZARD I love that dynamic that would be so funny imagine it’s just lazy on lazy hate crimes like “no bitch you move and do it” “no im sleeping”

Even before remembering the setting I thought Charles matched the YIPPEE vibe well LOL WAIT RINS IS FUNNY HAHSAHAHAH “yippee.” NAGIS EGO LEAVING HIM LIKE HIS SOUL IS ASCENDING TO ANOTHER PLANE HE LOOKED ETHEREAL

LMAOOO Karasu has beef with her now yes whenever you have doodles do show!! Obv no pressure to make any LOL I just love seeing the crumbs

Wait lowk Barou yayoi spinoff this angst…/hj barous and karasus>>> on that note I had to remember that reader doesn’t inherit the Barou last name because when I looked at the funeral graphic I was like wait do we need to distinguish which one and then I remembered the whole cousin thing and also how cousins don’t always share the same last name but anyways NOOOSHSJS IM CRYING JN MY FEELS “my ex sending my brother the love he could never give me” goodbye (lowk the move from romantic to platonic love makes this even deeper bruh I wasn’t planning on sobbing rn)

DAYCARE WORKWR KARASU WAITTTT esp if his talonflsme has flame body (if I get pokemon teams wrong do correct me because I think the team listing got buried somewhere and I have bad memory as we’ve established) lowk I like this idea too it’s like he’s proving himself to yayoi but not limiting himself to just the gym leader like breaking the mold yk…..just makes him more extraordinary (in his terms LMAO) like proving himself without needing to be gym leader…..im ngl I jumped to far and read “he cooks eggs” and I was like he does WHAT but anyways

OH LMFAOAO I somehow thought there was a specific meme so I looked it up to no avail but REAL and LMAOOOO DOOFENSHMIRTZ(spelling??? Idk man)

HAHAH no it’s ok they can take the slander (i always find it really funny how even Nagi himself is like this shorty…in ref to Isagi HAHA and ig by implication Reo since he doesn’t really disagree when Nagi calls Isagi that) THE BIG HANDS imagine they do that thing where you measure hand sizes oh god but also one slap from them and you’re stepping into your grave LMFAO (they would never but ykwim)

STOP MIRAVERSE MUKTIVERSE (im abbreviating this to MVMV/MMV) actually goes too hard it all fits too well within the pokemon au SHSHSH white butterfly Hiori and reader him waiting at the safari zone in the house she described raising the pokemon she listed from her childhood dreams bye…now instead of white butterflies white butterfree/beautifly (I can’t lie im a beautifly enthusiast so id pick that over butterfree but wtv floats your boast yk just needs to be a butterfly)

IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF THE TABIEITA ONE IS TOO FUNNY but IVE SEEN THE SAE ONE LMAOAOA finally accurate rep of him omg wait I’m gonna go stalk this artist more I didn’t realize they drew tabieita

LMAOO me rn thinking I’ve said one too many LMAOs and tossing in LOL and HAHAHA (I lowk hate hahaha because it HAS to be in caps or else it looks passive aggressive unless I do like four “ha”s or more but that looks excessive ughhhhhh) in too deep we’re entering my LMAO keyboard smash zone now (I’ve sometimes sandwiched sentences with LMAO too) but enough about my LMAOs

LMFAOAOOOOOOOOO IM DEADDDDD imagine we’ve been talking about peregrine this entire time and I’m just like “WOW she knows all the details about the whole plot does she know the author??” Isagis life is too boring he needs angst to spice it up fr wait I love how Isagi kinda projects Barou into reader and struggles with his loss/disappearance you made him like 10x more interesting in like two seconds damn….QHESTIONING IF THE WRONG ONE GOT TO LIVE omg that goes HARD I love complex feelings like this go off!!! Barou’s death fr doing numbers on everyone like talk about catastrophe of a lifetime (wait side note but this almost kinda parallels MLP and how the mane six get their cutie marks like one event tied them together forever and ig in this case it’s Barou’s death?? SHSHSHS don’t ask me why I made this connection)

Karasu bfb about to be the household Karasu fic trust but no fr there’s no way I’d be able to tell from reading the request prompted fics like if we weren’t talking I would’ve just thought you liked a bunch of characters LMAOO

WAIT WHAT I HAVENT STUDJED YET I paused writing this and scrambled to check ok thank god it’s not up quite yet I need to type faster omfg but RAGGHHH POKEMON THEME LETS GOOO wait on that note would you prefer to write something for a fav or not or are there any characters you aren’t as inclined to write for atm because if so I’ll keep it in mind while deciding because I’m indecisive so (imagine I say Isagi /j I wouldn’t prefer that anyways) good thing I’m in my chronically online hours rn and saw this

- KARASU ANON that wasn’t supposed to be all caps but I’m too lazy to fix it now oops

HELPPPP THE NOT THE THEME SONG (AIKU'S VERSION) SDLKFJHSLDKJ i'm crying omg there needs to be an aiku spinoff that's just him and his arbok spreading rizz and pokémon knowledge HAHAHA

LMAOO besides arcanine whimsicott and reuniclus i feel like nagi's team is kinda irrelevant in terms of our discussions...goodra does get mentions every now and again plus it's SO nagi that i remember that one but rip clefable and snorlax forever second place HAHA that's the exact vibe i was imagining or like reader throws out her gyarados in a battle so nagi whips out snorlax for some reason and snorlax is just sleeping meanwhile nagi's like "BRO IT'S Y/N WE HAVE TO LOCK IN" but snorlax does NOT gaf FKLJHKLSF

all of the foreign/professional players knowing one another is so fun tbh reader in that au definitely would team up with charles to bully kaiser when they play bm so he def fits!! or imagine rin has to get internet culture lessons from shidou and charles so he can keep up with reader's references but he's so unenthusiastic about it so he brings zero energy to the table (his first choice in tutors was karasu but he can't ask karasu for help because karasu's his biggest opp since reader likes him/is friends with him)

KARASU HAS INSANE BEEF WITH EVERYONE IN THE CORE FOUR i actually can't decide why he'd have beef with tullia because she's...not unproblematic necessarily but too focused on bullying otoya to do anything to karasu HAHAH maybe he has beef with her because she beat him in a battle when they first met (four baby birds vs a fully grown lanturn is not a great combo) and he never gets over it (it's mostly like a joke grudge he holds ofc but he would be the one)

no because i've been thinking about barou x yayoi (baroi?? shoyoi?? i'd say barasu but that could get confusing as a ship name because of tabito)...they kind of give mrs l/n x toji vibes from pomegranate ink but opposite!! okay but yk how we have reader and co and it's reader + tullia + karasu + otoya well imagine barou's group was himself, yayoi (who had to do on field training before her parents gave her the gym), isagi, and then aiku occasionally dropping in (aiku serving more of a manshine trio vibe than anything tbh) KLSJFDS the angst there goes INSANE okay wait lowkey isagi and yayoi reunion could go crazy maybe they haven't spoken since barou left because they don't know what to say to each other and isagi's avoiding her because barou told him about his illness but not yayoi and the guilt of that is crushing to isagi (love triangle dare i say?? yayosagi canon because barou's gone??????)

yess he has a talonflame w flame body that's actually where i got the idea of him and the birds looking after (NOT cooking) the eggs!! honestly i think it would be cute too like after beating yayoi and getting her badge as well as being at reader's side when she takes down team x he realizes he doesn't NEED to prove anything to anyone ykwim?? like as long as he's happy it's okay if people consider his existence "mediocre" (because i'm sure people would find it crazy that he goes to be a daycare worker/owner when he could very easily be a league official) because nothing lese really matters...character growth/development we love to see it

HAHAH no there's no specific meme unfortunately but the doofenshmirtz cracked me up so ofc i had to share (lowkey i can imagine otoya in that fit SDJFHSDL)

no because reo calls bachira a banged freak those two are BOTH evil reo is just more outwardly nice so nobody knows what insults he has brewing in him LMAOOO omg isagi is like one of the shortest in bllk besides kurona and kiyora so ig calling him shorty isn't necessarily off the mark (chigiri's a little taller than him but that one low quality panel of the manshine trio where chigiri looks tiny next to reo and nagi cracks me up HAHA)...nah because if i ever got to compare hand sizes with karasu or barou i would BUST i feel like barou wouldn't even understand what it so he's just like "uh ok" if you ask but you KNOW karasu is 100% aware of it he'd be so smug too LMAOOO once again in the words of isagi "this guy...is a villain!" or wtvr he said

MIRAVERSE MULTIVERSE IS REAL wait kalos doesn't have beautifly (they have butterfree) imagine the beautifly when they were kids was just one of yayoi's many gym pokémon that happened to be out and about BUT once he gets the safari zone hiori puts in a special request to have beautifly placed there because of that specific meeting SLDFKJD too many possibilities fr

THE SAE ONE HAD ME CACKLING THE WAY HE PASSES CHIGIRI TOO truly the sae the world needs...the tabieita one was so silly but so them HAHA sadly i am typing this from my laptop (hence the zero emojis too) so no tik tok this time around but next time trust i will lock in (call me nagi battling reader fr) and send smth!!

PLS i always throw in either an LMAOO or a HAHAH or a key smash to break up my trains of thought or the classic...or the !! and ?? because i feel like normal punctuation makes it feel sm more formal like a business professional email or smth when we're literally just besties giggling and chatting yk

I'M CRYING THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT i was like didn't i show you the drafts of earlier chapters did you think i just pulled those out of my ass??? haven't you seen my masterlist before?? but anyways i get what you were saying now HAHA

no because i have this vivid vision of isagi snapping and going full on-field on reader and she gets upset/starts crying (bonus points if karasu pulls up to comfort her #notthestepbrotherbutthebrotherthatsteppedup) and he immediately feels so bad that he starts apologizing but he just knows barou wouldn't have lost his temper in that situation (barou especially pursuit barou strikes me as someone who gets irritated super quickly but rarely if ever GENUINELY angry) and he already has a complex because he could never beat noel noa hence why he's an elite four candidate whereas barou was supposed to be the next champion so he's basically isagi but better (throw in some yayoi picking barou over him [not that isagi ever confessed he just assumed yayoi would want barou so he didn't say anything and surprise she ended up going for barou]) and yet isagi's the one who's left and barou's gone

PLS not the main six that's literally reader and co + manshine trio (otoya is spike the dragon) truly though barou's death/disappearance leads to so so much happening like it's insane how that one event changed the entire government...mr mikage and the government would've gotten away with their nonsense for much longer if barou literally just didn't leave for his journey or told his family he was ill and came home for his final days SLKDFJLSH ofc they still would've been exposed by the mutiny plot that the gym leaders and elite four members made but considering that plan wasn't meant to be executed for a WHILE who knows if it actually would've been effective or if they would've just murked noel noa and threatened the others into submission

KARASU BFB TAKE OVER REAL AND TRUE and okayy that's good HAHA sometimes i end up liking a character after i write for them too which is another can of worms (like kiyora i barely cared about him besides acknowledging that he was pretty pre-wicked game but now i fw him!! he's not a top top fav but he's cool)

LMAOO BRO YOU CAN'T STUDY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHICH TYPES ARE WHICH TROPE YET HAHAHAHA and no i don't really have a preference for any character!! whatever strikes your fancy...almost hoping someone requests isagi so i can redeem myself and actually write something long for him /hj...i'm limiting the slots to twelve (two full teams) this time because i want to have time to be able to write pursuit and the oaeu and the other requests i still have to do (EEK) but i have no idea who if anyone will actually join so don't stress too much about getting in on time i'll make sure you get a spot (imagine that one drake audio that's like "don't worry...daddy's home") just make sure to send the request in a separate ask so i can respond to it w just the story hehe...anyways i fell asleep instead of posting the completed event so i will be finishing up the post and getting it out now hopefully!!

[tommstic]

Bro I finished my part of the work so I started drawing on MY PAPER. It was MY PAPER SHEET. And this fuckass teacher comes over and says “what’re you drawing” and I give him the paper because he asked and he writes NO like fuck you. Anyway I got pissed off and drew Dog Cop saying “No” using his little message

Drew him from memory so uh idk how accurate he is tbh

I was so excited for school why does my first class teacher have to be an asshole I KNEW he was going to be an asshole.

He also called me a sociopath because I said I wanted to be a shapeshifter?? If you don’t know I’m rlly sensitive when it comes to the sociopath label bcuz im low empathy and autistic which causes a lot of people to joke that I’m sociopathic. My own mom has called me a sociopath it fucking hurts. Im pissed off and I don’t like him and I wanna go home and it’s only 10:17

[agentgumsh0e]

Heyyooo, how do you do?

What about Cypher with an S/O that loses their memories after saving him on a mission gone south. His S/O only remembers their name and given his masked appearance, he ends up scaring them?

it could be like them falling in love again or,for extra spice, S/O actually ends up with someone else and Cypher lets them go?? Idk lol you decide.

Cheers, mate

strangers (cypher x reader)

word count: 1620+

warnings: mentions of severe head trauma, memory loss/amensia

notes: probably not accurate to amnesia symptoms besides memory loss, i took a while to write this one and i still am not that proud of it lol. might look a little rushed at the end

“(y/n)?” a soft, though unfamiliar, voice disturbed the uneasy quiet of your room in the medical ward.

you heard the door click open prior to the voice, but you kept staring at your hands as you fiddled with them. you were too tense to shut your eyes despite being told to rest.

it was only the voice that made you turn your attention towards your visitor. 

when you fully came to a few hours ago, a thousand questions had ran through your mind: 

where am i?

how did i get here?

a gentle woman named sage tended to you and answered all your questions.

“you're (y/n), you're a part of the valorant protocol, which protects this earth’s radianite. one of your missions went south, and you suffered severe head trauma and lost your memory as a result.”

but now, another blaring question arose:

who's the guy approaching you in a mask? 

sage had mentioned that you'd be getting a visitor soon…was this person him?

though he immediately wanted to rush to your side now that you were fully conscious, cypher didn’t want to accidentally scare you in your vulnerable state. he had to restrain himself for the time being.

“w-who are you?” your voice was full of confusion and slightly laced with fear.

ah, he thought to himself with a bitter smile beneath his mask, so sage was right.

cypher carefully drew up a chair at your bedside. “i don't mean to frighten you. i’m…”

cypher? he pondered, amir?

…would it matter if you didn't remember him?

“…amir el amari, but the others call me cypher. my identity used to be secret, but,” he shrugged, “things change. you can call me whichever.”

“okay…amir,” you said skeptically, feeling out his name as if it was foreign. his heart dipped a little at the observation. “so i guess you're here for a reason, right?”

cypher nodded and took a deep breath. “we met here, in the protocol, a bit more than a year ago. i think it's only right that you know your full past, and that—” 

he gulped, hesitating, “...that we were together.” 

your eyes slightly widened at the statement, and he was quick to say, “i'm not trying to force you to be with me, and you don't have to believe me either. you can make the choice on your own.”

you nodded slowly. “so…amir?”

his name came out like a question, so he nodded.

“how is this going to work?”

“well, i could jog your memory and we’ll see what happens, or we could be strangers, and that would be fine with me.”

you looked at him tentatively. you had a relationship with this mysterious masked man? you wanted the memories back regardless, but…he especially piqued your interest.

“the former.”

“okay. rose—”

you raised your eyebrow at him. he cleared his throat in response. 

“sorry, (y/n), tell me everything you remember about us, if you remember anything at all.”

you shrugged your shoulders helplessly. 

“it's—it’s all gone. i don't remember you at all.”

cypher’s heart sunk deeper in his chest. all that time spent lowering the boundaries around his heart, erased just like that. he was in love with a stranger, and you viewed him as one.

“that's fine. when sage releases you from the ward, we can start.”

he stood up from his seat, giving you one last solemn glance. 

“from the beginning.”

-

as soon as you were back on your feet, he took you all throughout headquarters. 

he first took you to his workshop, where you both confessed your feelings for each other and spent multiple dates together in…

“do you remember this place? i teased you a bit too much when you were helping me out, and you accidentally revealed that you liked me. i always liked to push your buttons.”

“well, what did you say to me?”

“you broke one of my gadgets, so i said that you could go on a date with me to make up for it. i thought i was annoying you and that you wouldn't accept, but then you said, ‘that doesn't seem so bad…’”

he guided you to where he played chess with you in front of the training room…

“this is where i challenged you to chess several times.”

“did i ever win?”

“no, but you always got upset when i kept winning, so i started to let you win instead.”

“i don't think i would've liked that either.”

“haha, at first, you didn’t. but you got better, and letting you win started to get difficult…”

he showed you the little trinkets and gadgets he would make for you…

“this one was a gun buddy i made out of scrap metal. it's a mini camera, because i'll always be watching you, even when we're apart.”

“isn't that a little creepy?”

*awkward silence*

(in a hushed voice) “you said it was endearing before, but i'll rephrase it to ‘i’ll always be looking out for you’ now.”

and he brought you to what used to be his and your favorite tea shop.

“sometimes during our break day, i would bring you here, and we would just sip tea, enjoy each other's company, and talk.”

“what did we talk about?”

“hmm, how the mint tea i make is better.”

with everywhere he led you and everything he showed you, you could feel yourself falling for him again. you felt that it wasn't solely due to the slow return of your memories, but because he seemed to really love you. 

his tenderness when he told you about your relationship, his regret and sadness whenever he brought up his own past or whenever he had accidentally hurt you before, his pain when he told you about the nights he would spend at your bedside during your coma, and his happiness whenever you would ask him a question or remember the tiniest detail about something…

after a couple of weeks had passed, he still had something new to tell you everyday. you always had another question, and he always wouldn't hesitate to answer. 

those weeks stretched into months. a few months later, you were lounging around in your room with him, your head in his lap as he petted it with his free hand while a book was in the other.

as you stared up at him, you remembered that, according to cypher, you apparently stared at him a lot back then. that fact certainly didn't change now, which was probably why he neglected to tease you about it. 

your brow furrowed as you analyzed the black material of his mask and what seemed like your last burning question bubbled up.

“have i ever seen you fully without your mask before?” 

you felt like you had, but you couldn't put together the pieces of the memory containing his face.

and it was the only memory left to recall.

his hand halted in the middle of flipping a page. 

“once.”

“once?” you sat up, curious.

his shoulders tensed slightly. “i showed you on the mission before you went into a coma.” 

you hummed in thought. both sage and cypher had reminded you of what happened during that mission. it seemed taboo to even bring it up, and yet another question sprung up at this.

“why at the very last minute? didn't you say we had been together for at least eight months?”

in the back of your mind, you thought you already knew the answer: showing his face was too risky.

“because you only need my lips to kiss me, now don't you, rosie?” he said, continuing to flip the page.

you would’ve tsked at him and left it at that, but beneath the smugness and humor in his voice, there was undertone of apprehension.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “amir, you're avoiding the question.”

he sighed deeply before setting the book down. he did say that it was only right for you to know your full past.

“i… didn't trust you. i didn't trust myself either. i didn't know when was the right time. if there would be the ‘right time’. then the mission happened.”

you gazed at him for a heartbeat, unsure of what to say. then your hands seemed to act on their own, reaching to take off his mask, uncertainly, slowly. his hands gently stopped yours in the air.

it was hard enough for him the first time. his doubts concerning his identity always lingered.

“please,” you whispered with imploring eyes. the same eyes he fell in love with. the same eyes he still loved.

the blue eyes of his mask seemed to soften, and he guided your hands to push the buttons so you could finally see his face.

when you did, tears of joy threatened to slip out.

“oh, amir,” you smiled. you stared into his eyes, feeling like your memories were clear at last. like he wasn't at all a stranger anymore. like you had fallen in love for a second time.

and you weren't the only one.

alternate ending

regardless of whether you chose to try to remember or to stay ignorant of your past with him, you became strangers. 

he wasn't expecting anything. he really wasn't. 

as he saw you stop asking questions, as he watched your waning interest in his efforts for you to recover your memories, as he noticed how you remembered your relationship but didn't necessarily want to, and as he witnessed you go by, hand in hand with the new love of your life…

he could only sigh and get lost in the past as he's done so many times before.

but as he said, it was fine by him. he just needed to forget. it couldn’t be that hard.

right?

[tiptapricot]

Was having Commander/MK-1/Spaceman Marc thoughts, about how he formed and his role in the system and stuff, and wanted to share! Though I am a singlet so if you’re part of/a system and any of this seems a little off, totally let me know! :-))🤙

TL;DR: I feel like he might’ve formed (at least partially) as a way for the system to process the supernatural stuff they deal with when working as Moon Knight.

So I know fighting monsters and stuff has become a pretty regular part of the system’s life (the current comic run being the most recent example since they didn’t touch on it in the show really), but there was a time when it wasn’t! And I feel like there had/has to still be this part of their brain that reels back from things that shouldn’t be possible, from gods and werewolves and vampires and the emotional and mental strain of having to go up against that constantly, of having to adjust to that reality. Commander forming as a way to process those feelings and thoughts, that continued trauma of strangeness and the supernatural, and to keep the brunt of that active thought away from the others so they can do things more efficiently, makes sense to me.

He’s fighting a war for Earth against werewolves, fighting on the side of the moon (very similar to MK’s actual role as Khonshu’s fist), and he seems (at least from what we see in the Lemire run) to be at least a partial introject of a character Marc drew as a kid/an action figure he had, and a general fascination with space. Him forming from the brain/system’s need to have something familiar and normal and regular, something fun that’s tied to childhood memories, to “fight back” against the strange and the supernatural just… idk it seems like it fits to me?

From the Lemire run it’s somewhat unclear if he’s more fully formed or more of a fragment, and I think both of those make sense in their own ways and interpretations, but he overall seems very isolated from the rest of the system members either way, not aware that he’s part of a system or even that the body exists, since from what we see of him/from Marc’s reaction to him there’s no indication he’s fronted for any substantial amount of time before, if at all.

I think it would be interesting if Commander has fronted briefly, like once or twice, and chalks that time in the body up to dreams of being back on Earth, but I’m not totally sure myself on the semantics of having an ongoing other universe inside the headspace for him to “return” to. I know pseudo/source memories are a thing, and perhaps in theory some of the moon war people including Commander could be in a subsystem? That’s all more out of my area of expertise though so I’m not gonna go very deep on that, since I’m really not sure if that’s how any of that would work. Wanted to bring it up anyway though since the ideas have crossed my mind from the research I’ve done, and I bet people with more knowledge on the subject/experience could better hammer out how it all might work.

Idk this is a lot of rambling, with no real point. He was just on my mind and I wanted to share! If any of you guys have extra thoughts to add on or things here I’ve mentioned you want to expand on go for it! I’d love to chat about this guy, he makes me :-)

Again, if anything I’ve said here feels off or not possible please let me know! The more accurate my thoughts can be the better.

[kurlyfrasier]

Little Piggy

Hello, can you do a fic were Bayverse Raph and his S.O get into a fight and he hurts her feelings and Raph go to her house to apologize? Please, I love your writing ❤️

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A/N: The above is my very first request ever! I was so excited about it! and so very nervous I have the feeling the ‘fight’ isn’t quite as...idk...horrible? as you were hoping for, but I still hope you like it! :D @samyp05 Also, I assumed you wanted Raph and Reader to be in a relationship already. Although, now that I’m reading it again, I could have started them out as ‘friends’ (teehee)... BUT I liked how this turned out for the most part (: ENJOY!

p.s. I’m glad you asked for Bayverse cuz...he’s basically the only one I write lol

Warnings: non-graphic bullying/mentions of bullying. Writer took liberties of a couple of reader’s favorite things/skills/hobbies but nothing major...hopefully

Word Count: 1429

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I was heaving, eyes blazed with fury, fists clenched at my sides to keep myself from slapping the daylights out of my so-called boyfriend. He was being such a freaking jerk.

First, it was my favorite pizza toppings. Okay, so they might be considered weird, but honestly? What’s better than my favorite foods in one?

Then, it was my music. So what if rock wasn’t my favorite?

My sad video-gaming skills. Of course I’m terrible, idiot. That was my first time playing the game!

My favorite movie. Okay, so the best movie ever made might not be his speed. Would it really kill him to watch it with me?

My favorite color. Just because it isn’t red doesn’t mean I don’t love it; it’s just…a new favorite that he doesn’t know about, is all.

And so many other stupid little things.

But now. Now, he was making fun of my laugh. He called me ‘little piggy’.

That stupid, red bandana-wearing, mutant freak!

“I can’t control how I laugh, Raphael,” I seethed through clenched teeth.

“But it’s funny-”

“It’s not funny,” I deadpanned.

Flashes of all the popular kids in school flew through my mind. Their perfect, snortless laughing. Their oinking in my face. Their leftover food from lunch dumped on my head. Their mean little notes they left in my locker. The pigs they drew on my face in permanent marker when I fell asleep on the bus. School was not a safe place, no matter how much parents think it may be.

“Okay,” he chuckled, moving his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other with his tongue. “I don’t see wha’ the big deal is, Sweets.”

“The deal, Raph, is that I’m going home,” I fumed, turning away to walk out of the lair before shouting over my shoulder. “And I’m not sure if I’m ever coming back.”

“Wait! Whaddya mean yer not comin’ back?” He shouted, his steps heavy as he quickly caught up to me.

“Really?” I spun around to face him, yanking my arm out of his gentle hold. “For someone who isn’t accepted by the world for reasons he can’t control; he sure is quick to make fun of the things his significant other can’t control about themself.”

“Come on Y/n,” he groaned, sounding exasperated. “I was jus’ teasin’. Ya know that.”

“Raph,” I put a hand on my hip and glared up at him. “I’m fed up with all of your so-called teasing. That’s all you ever do-”

“Ya nevah seemed ta care before-”

“Shut it!” I put a palm up, signalling silence as frustrated tears started to prick at my eyes. “I deserve cuddles and hugs and kisses and my choice of pizza toppings! I’m going home. Don’t follow me.”

“Bu-”

“I said don’t, Raph,” I sighed- my sad attempt at keeping the tears at bay before he saw. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s daylight. Wouldn’t want you to be seen.”

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Raph watched you walk down the tunnel, heart shattering, until he couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore and stomped to his makeshift gym, ignoring his brothers’ stares. He needed to hit something- hard. He didn’t understand what had you in such a tiff.

Thump-thump.

So he teased you about your laugh. So what?

Whack!

He had always teased you about every little thing. You were always such a good sport about it all. It was one of the many reasons he fell for you.

Thump-thump, whack!

What was so different about your cute little snort. It was adorable to his ears. He couldn’t help but say something about it. It’s not a big deal, right? You never got so upset about his teasing before.

Whack! Thunk-whack!

Your reaction said otherwise, though. The light in your e/c eyes disappeared as if he blew the candle out himself. Your carefree smile slipped away like it was never there in the first place.

Thunk-thunk. Whack! Thump.

Then you were gone. Threatening to never return and he couldn’t live with that. Especially since you were fine until-

Until he called you ‘little piggy’. He groaned, realizing the nickname was what hit a nerve. He checked the time on his phone, also hoping to see a message from you. There was nothing and only a couple of hours had gone by. There were still a few more to go until it got dark. Restless, he paced the lair, taking extra care to avoid his brothers’ gazes- and Master Splinter’s. Definitely Master Splinter’s. He always knew the best way to make Raph feel infinitely worse about his stupidity without actually saying anything.

Deciding that pacing was getting him nowhere, Raph left the lair. Questions of where he was going shouted after him. He ignored them, thinking only of you. He had to apologize. He needed to see you. He had to convince you to come back. If he didn’t-

Well, Raph didn’t want to think about that.

He didn’t care that there was still two hours left until the sun set. He needed to see you. Needed to hug you, kiss you, cuddle up in bed with you and watch your favorite movie together. The one he secretly loved, but would never admit. Maybe even order a pizza with all of your favorite toppings that should be illegal to add on it.

Finally, after a long fifteen minutes of jumping rooftop to rooftop, Raph landed on your apartment building with a loud thud. He winced at the sound, hoping whoever lived directly below didn’t hear anything. Taking a deep breath, he climbed down the fire escape to your window.

It was closed.

That simple fact broke the fragile remains of his heart. Although, the sun was still out. Maybe you didn’t open your window for him until the sun set? It was a sliver of hope and he grabbed onto it for all he was worth as he peeped through your window.

You laid in bed, watching the very movie he hoped to watch with you tonight. He sighed, wondering if he shouldn’t have come. The thought slipped away the moment he caught sight of the kleenexes surrounding you. He hoped they were there due to allergies, but knew better.

Tentatively, Raph tapped on your window, holding his breath. If you wouldn’t speak to him tonight, he didn’t know what he would do. Just the thought of you storming away earlier that day had his chest aching and vision blurring.

“What are you doing! Get in here before someone sees you, idiot!”

Idiot. Accurate as it may be, right now he didn’t know if the word was a good or bad thing as he squeezed through the window. Still, the sound of your voice allowed him to breathe again.

“Y/n,” he stated hoarsely as you sat on your bed, looking exhausted.

“Yeah, Raph?” You asked after a long moment, looking up at him, waiting.

“I’m sorry. I won’t call ya little piggy-”

You flinched at the words.

“Sorry, I won’t say it again. I didn’t know it would upset ya so much,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his head, taking a small step toward you now that the hard part was over, and continued in a rush. “And we can watch yer favorite movie anytime ya want. And eat yer weird pizza. And-”

“Play video games in the lair without you taking over?”

“Yeah-”

“And listen to my favorite music?”

“Yeah, Swee’heart. Anything ya want. Just please,” his voice cracked as he took another small step closer, those green eyes boring into your own. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Okay,” you whispered, still staring up at him.

“Yeah?” His heart soared, feeling lighter as you glued its broken pieces back into place.

You nodded, eyes flicking around your room as if you were searching for something.

“Ya gonna tell me why it botha’ed ya so much?” Raph took care to make himself sound curious, but all he really wanted were the details of who he needed to knock some sense into. He had never seen you so distraught before and he didn’t like it. Nobody messed with those he loved without facing his fists.

Your head shook, eyes tightly closed in an attempt to block the memories away.

“Okay, okay,” you were snatched off your bed and into a pair of strong arms, holding you close as he whispered in your ear. “Ya don’t gotta tell me today.”

You nodded, unable to voice your thanks.

“Whaddya say we order yer pizza, cuddle up in yer bed, and start this movie over?”

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A/N: Bullies = not cool. People have feelings so DON’T DO IT. Think before you say and do things, people, it really is not that difficult.

[ovinetanuki]

This is probably my first proper fanart for this series and it's basically an AU lmao, only took me 6+ months after it's already ended to do it

So... I had a dream the other day, and while there was a lot of stuff going on in it, this is what stuck out enough for me to want to draw it.  There's a lot of, unsure-ness, since I was trying to pull from my half-assed memory of what I saw in my dream. This isn't a super accurate representation of what I saw but, hey, it's close enough.

From what I can recall, this is meant to be Steven fused with the other three Diamonds. How the hell that would even work, or why, is beyond me but that's how it was in the dream so I'm sticking to it. A couple of notes:

He didn't have 4 arms in my dream but I felt it made more sense for there to be something to indicate he's a fusion and that was both the easiest to implement and the least awkward looking.

The way I originally saw him, he was completely white/grey in terms of his color pallet, similar to his pink mode in Future but white instead. Idk how to describe it. It was also snowing and late night my dream so that could've influenced things. Either way, I did more "normal" colors for this but kept his hair grey. For some reason black hair just didn't feel right.

I have no idea if Steven's gem is still placed like Rose's or if it's shifted to Pink's position. I never got to see it so I'll leave that open for interpretation.

The shield I made up after I woke up, it was never in the dream. It seems kinda weird to keep the old shield with him looking like this lol

I'm pretty sure the star on his shirt was replaced with a diamond in my dream but i can't remember so I just left it blank.

I dunno whether it's better to have the extra arms go through the shirt sleeves or tear through the side of the shirt. I drew them both ways just to cover all my bases.

Yes, that's Pearl's gem. No, I don't know what (or who) poofed her.

I had to change his hair, originally it was the same as in Everything's Fine, but once again this is a fusion so just having Pink's hair seemed odd. Trying to mix hair from all 4 Diamonds though was also not an option lol so I settled for White and Pink.

The damage to his shirt is just to show Blue and Yellow's gems cuz otherwise it'd be really easy to mistake this for another "SU but with a different Diamond" AU (not like there's anything wrong with those)

Idk if you can tell but he has diamond-shaped pupils

[honestsycrets]

Tell Me The Truth | [ Ivar x Reader (Peaky AU) ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, ubbe x reader, freydis x reader

❛ type | doubleshot, peaky blinders au

❛ summary | despite what you want, the lines on ivar’s hand don’t lie.

❛  warnings | bad palmistry, cursing in another language idk how accurate it is (whore), peaky blinders au (very loose), gypsy!reader (stereotypes i’m sorry okay?), requested piece, “hallucinations”, idk what the song name is that I included anymore.

Read the patterns on my skin

He has big hands. 

Let the fire somehow get in

The kind you get lost in. 

See my heart line is intact

The kind that hold a whole world in his hands

So this is what I lacked

And don’t even know it yet.

“See something?” he breaks the long-winded silence. You, cradling his hand, find yourself staring at the long lines of his palms between curtains of candles that illuminate your caravan. Yout thumbs run over the lines of his large hand, comparing them to your memory, marking out everything you saw. 

“Instinct. Same thing I always see. Your natural talent for adaptation. The need not to hold back,” You slur, taking a long drag of the singed cigarette between your index and middle finger. You draw out a flood of smoke into his face, grey and light. He swats away the smoke and emerges from it, his pale face cut like a bag of crisp diamonds, or whatever else he packed in that baggie. 

You reach your hand out toward it, and he rests back in the chair, a picture of a great man, one that anyone should fear. Under all that, the energy radiating of a boy on an uncertain path. It wouldn’t help him to know that. Maybe he’d take off that grey cap and swipe you in the face if you said that. 

 “What else?” he closes his fist, tucking the bag into the pocket on the inside of his suit. You scowl, lips pursing, the coins on your wrist tinkling as you flick your hand toward him, caught in indignation. 

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Ivar,” you say, pronouncing each word sharper than the last. “Every time you come here it is the same--” 

“You’re holding something back.” 

He says it with such evenness. You knew he would. He draws the button of his suit jacket together, obscuring the chain on the inside, and the buttons latch together. You roll your lips in-- god, he’s become so beautiful. It’s been some time since he came back from Paris, his body changed, and yet he’s the same boy you knew before the war. Your lips are sealed. Keep sweet. Keep quiet.

“It’ll hurt,” you tell him, despite the fact that you know you aren’t talking about yourself. It wouldn’t just hurt you. It would hurt… deeper than that. You stand up, forgetting the instruments of your trade, the cards on the table and the crystals. Everything that would help Ivar get what he wanted from you: answers. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you.” 

The scoff bursts from your lips in a short-lived chortle.

“You’re a man. Not just any man-- one of those men.��� You say, and though you stand all straps and coin and cloth, you bring his hand to your lips. A chaste kiss blossoms along his scraped and bruised knuckles. “It’s what you all do. You’re destructive.” 

“When have I ever hurt you? We’ve known each other… mm, how long?” He stands up then, his gloved fingers settling on his cane to steady him. He’s tall when he’s at height, pumped up on medication, he turns his head to you. 

“Twenty-four years,” you say. “Give or take.” 

His dark lashes pull from eyes rimmed in that god awful blue. You run your hand over your shawl, slipping it off your shoulders and setting it on the table. His eye flickers, catching fresh skin. “So tell me,” he whispers, turning his head, and you struggle against what he asks of you.

“You should go.” You tell him, backtracking toward something or anything other than the truth. That he is, or he isn’t, one of those god awful blinders. He steps forward. The floorboards scream under your feet, and suddenly your pressed to the bed you share with your own ghost of the past. 

“Say it again,” he tells you. This time he raises his tanned hand to your cheek, flicking once, snatching your attention with one smooth swat across your cheek. Just enough to get your attention. “Call me it again.” 

“You’re a Blinder. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” you call him by name, and its enough, because the wrinkle in your nose is enough to say what you think of those sorts of men. He holds your gaze, sorting out the remnants of lost affection, all mixed and masked in some foreign longing. He devours your fear, voice lilting nice and soft, sucking you into him. “Now you’ve got it--” 

Ivar snatches your throat, pitiful under his large hand. “That’s right. Now answer me what I came here for.” 

He’s grown big. You think back to that boy that used to come to play when Aslaug would come to visit her forefather’s home. How he revered the scars of his big brother, mapped stratagems for him with Ubbe, and worked so hard. 

Now he nearly had everything that you told him would come. All but a few things that you worked so hard to suppress despite knowing that nothing and no one could keep one back from their true calling. You never failed to answer him in the past. That’s what he needs. Someone real to latch onto.

“You’ll find love. That’s what I saw in your palm.”

One day. But it wouldn’t be today. Even tomorrow. He’s settled enough with the prospect to release you, step aside and fix his coat. 

“I already knew that. We’re opening the pub tomorrow,” he tells you. “Stop by.”

“But Ivar--” you protest. “She won’t be what you think she is.” 

“Shht.” Ivar says, flipping his cap and settling it back on his head. “You worry too much.” 

It’s not an order. Not by the way he says it as he hobbled to the door, stopping for just a second, long enough to share a bated breath with you. “Stop by. There are men there. Elias didn’t give his life down there to see you here.”

He wouldn’t want you to be alone. In his memory you give Ivar a very short nod, remembering those god awful mines. The ones that caved in on themselves and—“I’ll see you. Have to get to the docks, eh?” 

There are men there, he said. 

You drew your shawl over your shoulders, obscuring the beaded dress as much as you could, and opened the door. Inside there were men. Ones that buzzed around the room like bugs, swarming and drinking, and you made your way forward squished between chests and backs, booze and cigarettes. 

“Anotha’ whiskey da’lin, anotha’ whiskey!” the night had only just begun, and yet, the men were already trashed. Behind the long stretch of a barstool stands a girl. Her hair chopped at her nape, painfully pale, with a look in her eyes the same of a dull horse. Freydis, her name flickers across your head, like a great dull name. Before you and behind you, a chill runs down your arms. Hairs lift, and you look straight ahead, past the warm brown waxed countertop, through the women there. She smiles like tainted ink in a pure pool, spreading her tainted nature around in a pool of stupid men.

Take care’a my boy, a voice whispers. Your head snaps, bouncy curls at your neck, and you mind yourself to stay firmly in reality, rather than in the plane between, where no one here could be.

“(Y/N)!” That deep voice, thick and heavy, reeks of an old friend. Appearing beside you, you find the tall one: Ubbe. It’s been some time since you’ve seen him. 

“Ubbe…”  He’s grown taller, if possible, with a handsome beard where his brothers faltered. His eyes shine with a warmth Ivar usually lacks, despite the war. It’s not changed him in the same way that it changed the others. 

“Surprised to see you here. You hate drunks.” He offers you his elbow to take. 

“Ivar invited me,” you grumble. Invited was a kind word for what Ivar did. Because really, it was no invitation-- not when you wanted to know where he was, where he… “Besides, it is nice to see the boys.” 

Bjorn was nowhere to be seen. But Hvitserk was drinking heartily at the bar, throwing back booze after booze, while Sigurd played jauntily with a small crew by his side. None of them looked like war-stricken hounds. Except-- Hvitserk, yes, Hvitserk. Hvitserk looked like--

“The boys,” he laughs. “And me?” 

You suppress that damn laughter and turn toward what was really on your mind. “When did that curvă show?” 

“The girl?” Ubbe sets his hand to yours as if there are more important things to focus on, but there isn’t. Your head follows her even after Ubbe has rounded the corner to the back office. “Ivar’s new girl.” 

“Margrethe--” 

Ubbe shakes his head. That’s the end of that. Margrethe, expired. Freydis-- the new girl. His new girl. Dead girl walking. And still she’s the lucky one. The envy in your belly twinges. Then it burns. 

“Are you okay?” Ubbe asks. 

“Do you want to have whiskey?” 

“Now?” he prompts. 

“Well,” you shift over the table, spreading your legs over the table, slightly dangling. “Ivar did say there would be men here. It could be like old times.” 

He lingers in front of the door, likely feeling a thousand thoughts, but it’s pointless really. His eyes close, just enough that you know he’s debating it-- and what for? Had Ivar not made his choice? He’s tempted enough. Despite the rattling of voices behind that door, he’s thinking about it. You shrug off your shawl, clap back on heels, step by step, until you’re there-- in front of him. He can’t. Not at first, not until you bring his hands around your back, pressing into him. He willingly squeezes your ass, leaning his head back, gazing at you to weigh your seriousness. 

“Like old times.” Like old times implied being second-- second to his baby brother. But for one night, should he really care? Ubbe spins you around, jerks your ass to his back, and you feel him growing hard against his slacks. He thinks back to all those days before coming back, swatting your hips with emphasis.

“Go get the whiskey.” You move-- toward the stash, but he stops you cold. “No. Go get it from Ivar.” 

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[tempestaurora]

Your tags under the Peggy post. I’m shaking!!! Please punch marvel in the face and let us have that movie!!! That’s the most perfect fix it idea ever!!!!

can i actually just run through my avengers movie idea for a sec? because it’s been one of my repeated day dreams since april 2019.

alright: so it’s set maybe six months, maybe a year after avengers: endgame. unfortunately, tony and nat are dead. this cannot change, unless we get some kind of magic going, and i’m not knowledgeable about marvel magic enough to get a fix. so.

we start on an avengers: age of ultron-like fight scene, where the remaining avengers - literally whoever is left, plus spider-man, maybe bucky if he’s feeling it - are kicking some butt. maybe aim or modok or something, its irrelevant. they clean up, head home, and perhaps swing by the new compound. it’s smaller than the last one, still in the same kind of location. there’s clearly work still being done to fix it up. 

steve is perhaps out on the grass, reading a book. maybe he’s in a wheelchair, because he’s old now. they say hello, head inside, maybe someone stays out to talk to him. now, a new character/avenger could totally bring it up - in my head, i like to imagine jessica drew or riri williams, or one of the young avengers maybe. alternatively, perhaps there’s just boxes all over the foyer.

“what the hell is this?” sam might ask, after tripping over one. he had not been looking where he was going.

“oh! my delivery!” perhaps bruce replies, as he is the last remaining Science Guy (not including rhodey, who is Weapon Science Guy) in the avengers. “after shield-gate and the decryption of those files, a lot of old shield stuff got declassified.”

“and it’s here?”

“well shield’s still kind of... gone, i guess. where’s a safer place for it than here? ooh, the report on who killed jfk!”

bucky, across the room: “want a spoiler?”

the plot goes on; perhaps there are more aim or modok or something bases to be taken down. or a criminal gang. idk. they’re a side plot, who will perhaps become important in the final act, but for now, bruce starts reading through his files, until:

“barnes! you might be interested in this. it’s the original ssr paperwork about dr. erskine’s serum.”

“the one steve’s got?”

“the very same.” they flip through a few pages, and bruce slows. “this doesn’t make sense.”

“hm?”

“the serum. it’s self-sustaining. self-vitalising.”

“in english?”

“steve’s cells are reproductive. when they die, more take their place. it’s how he combats illness; his cells flip over so fast that the sick ones don’t have a chance to catch on. but...”

“but what?”

“if this is accurate--which, it is. i’ve looked at his bloodwork myself! if this is right, it means that steve’s ageing should be slower than a regular human’s. perhaps by three times, even.”

“and what does that mean?” bucky is frowning now.

bruce looks from him, and then moves to the window, where steve is out on the grass, reading a book. “it means that he shouldn’t look like that.”

“banner?”

bruce turns around. “he lived one life in the other timeline, right? lived his life with peggy carter and then came right home.”

“yeah? yes.”

“then... that’s not steve. it can’t be.”

there’s dramatic music, bruce and bucky’s worried faces. steve takes a sip of a fruity drink from a straw.

they bring in some kind of scientist they know; maybe cho, idk, and they go over his bloodwork in secret. slowly, more people are let in on the secret, like sam, who bucky tells because he’s on the team, he guesses, but he’s only got like one friend. perhaps there’s still that other danger going on, but they really need to get to the bottom of this - 

if that’s not steve, who the hell is it? and if that’s someone else, then where the hell is steve rogers?

scott lang and hope van dyne get called in to help build another quantum machine - they don’t have one anymore after steve returned the stones. a time machine is a bit too dangerous, even for them. old steve is around quite often - he likes the quiet, he has a room in the compound, no friends his own (new) age.

but something slips. he’s watching. he may look old, but his hearing’s still good. his vision’s still spectacular. he’s not steve rogers. he’s something else. they cannot comprehend his knowledge.

for much of the plot, we aren’t sure if they’re right, that he’s not steve. he’s acting like steve. he has steve’s memories, his voice, his mannerisms. maybe some people are sceptical - like peter, perhaps, on a weekend visit to train, psyched about the quantum realm idea, but really guys? because old steve has called me queens since the funeral. he can even recite those dumb psas he made. maybe peter talks too much, too loud, and the fake steve rogers knows the jig is up. they’re going to access the quantum realm and find the original steve - this is his final chance.

“you know,” old steve says, heaving himself to his feet, “your friends are right. i’m not steve rogers.” he starts growing bigger, and possibility gelatinous. i imagine it like the young avengers’ mother - some inter-dimensional being, who becomes sinewy, creeping tendrils of flesh and matter; massive in size with a harpy kind of roar. everyone rushes out to see this gigantic mound of flesh--

“what the hell is that, parker??!!”

“uhhh that’s not-steve. he’s acting very not steve today.”

the fight begins, and it becomes clear that whatever this is took steve’s place. stole him, kept him hidden somewhere, and now they’ve gotta get him back. they separate into teams; fighting the monster and racing to the quantum realm. at first, no one has their suits - perhaps they tag team it, or get new suits, or maybe peter has edith on him, and he calls down another iron spider, and she informs him that there’s a falcon x/captain america suit or something; a nanobot suit for sam. something very cool for the suit up, you know?

meanwhile, bucky and bruce are at the quantum machine; perhaps parts of the monster have detached themselves and fight them, too. perhaps the monster calls down its brethren and glowing green lights appear, monsters crawling out from other worlds. bucky gets suited up, and bruce sends him back--

there’s a battle--and bucky flying through time--and fighting--and bucky getting smaller and smaller--and chaos--and bucky landing in the night on a street in 1949.

he gets it pretty fast. it understands why steve might want to stay here. it’s the kind of life they dreamed for themselves after the war. a quiet suburban street; the city off in the distance. the lights are on in plenty of houses, bright yellow. he knows almost automatically which one to look at. 

he peers through the front window, and there they are: peggy carter and steve rogers. he looks exactly as he did the last time bucky saw him young. they’re smiling. they’re dancing. perhaps not well - bucky was always the better dancer of the two. he’s about to raise his fist and knock on the window, but then peggy and steve stop, look around, and two small children, one blonde, one brunette, come rushing in. they laugh, picking them up and spinning them around, part of the dance. bucky stares.

there’s a massive fight in the compound, maybe doctor strange is there? idk. maybe he could feel the walls of the dimension cracking open to let these monsters through. thor is there, he deserves to be. captain marvel perhaps, too. but the more they knock down, the more grow back.

perhaps bucky walks through the neighbourhood, visits his family. he knows that no matter how long he spends in this place, it will only be a minute in the real world. so he goes home. he gets on a bus, then a train, hops the turnstile and finds his old house. he’s come home from war. his family cries. he cries. he holds his mother. his father calls his sisters and they rush through the night to greet him. he can’t leave in the night, he can’t. so he sleeps there until morning. returns to steve’s house and watches from a distance as they do the school run.

peggy kisses him goodbye and leaves for work. steve watches her go. but he is still perceptive as ever; he sees bucky, heads over. they hug. they talk. bucky breaks the news to him: this isn’t real. this is made up. a simulation, specifically to keep you here. something else has taken over your life.

steve doesn’t believe it - maybe they fight, i’m not sure. maybe bucky gets angry and even spits out the words “are they even searching for me yet? have you even told them what i’m going through right now? it’s 1949 - i remember this year as the year my handler got pretty trigger happy with waterboarding.”

we go between the fight at the compound and the 40s a few times, as bucky spends the day stewing and steve spends the day looking thoughtful and sending meaningful looks out the window to where bucky had been standing, but no longer was. as it grows dark again, early evening, the children return home from school, peggy comes back from work, steve starts cooking dinner.

he looks out the window and sees bucky out on the front path, watching the yellow-lit kitchen. he goes outside, asks if he wants to come in.

“no,” bucky replies. “if i go in, i’ll never leave.”

“is that such a bad thing?” steve asks.

“it is when it’s not real.”

“buck--”

“i wanted a life back then. i wanted this. some nice house in some nice neighbourhood. fall in love, settle down - the whole nine yards. but i got captured, steve. i got tortured, and brainwashed, and now i live in the twenty-first century, and i fight bad guys with ridiculous powers, and i have a computer that i can carry around in my pocket, and--things are good there! even the skinny, angry version of you could’ve lived better there. might’ve even got a cure or two for your sicknesses.”

“bucky--”

“this, though. this isn’t real, steve. i want it to be, so badly. you deserve this. deserve the peace and quiet. deserve the life, and the happiness and the--the girl. but right now, in the time you left, there’s a monster tearing up your friends. our friends. and they need help.”

“they’ve got captain america.”

“they don’t need captain america. they need steve rogers.”

steve can’t help but look back through the window, to where peggy and his kids are talking, serving up dinner. he sighs. “i can’t leave this behind, buck. i can’t.”

bucky sighs, perhaps this argument goes on longer, but he resigns himself to it. “i thought you might say that. i’ll be out here for another hour, and then i’m going back.”

bucky waits outside on the front path for an hour. steve eats his dinner and laughs with his family. when the time comes, bucky gets up, and looks back at the front door, hopeful. but--steve doesn’t show. he heads back.

the fight continues on, bucky breaks the news to bruce, and there are some bad injuries, maybe. i’d say that someone might die, but the real emotional climax of this film is steve-centred, so we probably don’t need a death. fighting goes on for an avengers-appropriate amount of time, and the tide turns against the avengers. then... just as all hope seems lost:

a second captain america shield slices through a monster, pinning down sam. its that holographic one (photon?) from the comics; just something tony had worked up before he died. the camera pans over to steve in his captain america get up; the same one he left in; catching the shield.

more fighting, then steve: “are you using my shield?” 

sam: “the other, fake you gave it to me.”

steve shrugs. “it looks good on you. keep it.”

also during/near the end of the fight, bucky and steve reunite, and hug, because i’m a sucker for hugs. 

bucky: “i thought you weren’t coming back”

steve: “i wasn’t. but--i couldn’t leave you behind again. not after you showed up like that.”

“but how’d you get back?”

“i still had my pim particles and suits stored in the attic. i think the monster stole my shield when he stuck me there, but he left everything else behind.”

“... i’m glad you’re back.”

“i’m glad to be back. really.”

they win the fight. i dont care how. maybe aim or modok or something shows up or maybe good old fashioned teamwork gets the job done. but they’re happy, and they’re together, and inter-dimensional travel has now been introduced. *cough* spiderverse *cough* 

steve still gives up captain america - he’d spent four years in the past as a stay-at-home dad and husband, only using the old suit for press stuff, so he doesn’t really want it back. he liked settling down. that’s what he wants. perhaps he moves to brooklyn or harlem or wherever, to whatever apartment bucky and sam set up for themselves. he cooks and paints (a little girl with blonde hair and a small boy with eyes like peggy carter’s) and punches his fist halfheartedly in the air, droning “go team” whenever they head out on their missions.

he really did mean it when he said sam looked good with the shield.

there would probably be a b plot of another character Doing Things, like thor and captain marvel and whatever their adventure is. but i don’t know what it is yet. there’s a happy ending. then, the first credits scene is some inter-dimensional shenanigans and a villain being introduced. i personally imagine that kang is going to be the next big villain, but he’s time travel, not dimensional travel, so i don’t know.

then, your optional after credits scene: bucky and steve standing by the kitchen counter, talking and whatnot. i don’t know what about. maybe bucky’s getting ready for a mission, maybe steve’s just in a white tshirt and sweats and he’s just having a nice day, making himself some coffee, reading a good book. they talk, and steve nods bucky over.

“what?” bucky asks.

“thank you,” steve replies.

“... ‘til the end of the line, remember? i’ve got your back, rogers.”

“and i’ve got yours. you know that?”

“course i do.”

they smile. they’re happy. they’re at home. the screen goes black as soon as steve leans in and kisses bucky. 

(or: your platonic ending: the screen goes black as soon as steve and bucky bump fists in a friendly non-gay way)

then: STEVE ROGERS WILL RETURN IN THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER

it’s a reoccurring role. he’s largely in the background, cheering them on, and occasionally waiting up in bed when bucky gets home from a late-night mission. he trains sam with the shield on weekends.

the end

[imherongraystairstrash]

Cecily x Gabriel

Author’s note: I’d like to thank @rednailpolishqueen for suggesting this fic (sorry it took so long). Also, Idk if any of this is historically accurate, so I apologize if you are a history major and you’re screaming at your screen by the end of this. Also, I haven’t read CHOG yet (#living that overseas life), so I also don’t know if this is accurate to the story... Alright that’s enough about me. Hope you enjoy!

-Ana (imherongraystairstrash) 

Gabriel and Cecily were laying down on their backs, looking up at the clouds. Cecily breathed in the lovely scent of the grass they were on. She’d always loved that smell; it reminded her of home. The life of a Shadowhunter is so thrilling and yet so tiring and filled with action that Cecily sometimes felt as though she was going too fast and she would find that she’s twenty steps away from her breath and her life. So sometimes, they would just lay there. Just the two of them, staring up at the sky, trying to identify shapes out of the clouds overhead, letting their breaths catch up to them. Today however, Cecily could only see one shape, and it was looming over her, threatening to squish her into oblivion. She shuddered and pressed closer to Gabriel, putting her head on his shoulder.

Cecily vividly remembers when she had first taken Gabriel to the park to find shapes in the clouds.  

“This is a waste of time.” Gabriel had said as she pulled on his arm, steering him towards an empty patch of grass in the park. Despite his complains, Gabriel didn’t seem to be resisting her; he just let her pull him along.

“It’s most definitely not a waste of time,” Cecily said, turning around to face him while walking backwards, “Besides, any time spent with me is always time well spent.”

“How very Herondale of you to say that, Cecy.” Gabriel said, smiling.

“What can I sa—” Cecily started, before tripping on a rock. Gabriel abruptly caught her, but was not able to keep his balance and soon they were tumbling down a small hill. When they reached the bottom, Gabriel was on top of Cecily, his hands parallel to her head.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking for any injuries she may have.

“As alright as one can be after falling down a hill.”

Gabriel took a piece of grass out of Cecily’s hair. They stared at each other for a while before Gabriel cleared his throat and stood up. He held out his hand towards Cecily. She took it, warm and calloused over years of training, and pulled him back down to the ground.

“What are you—”

“You can’t look at the clouds like standing up, silly. It’s bad for your neck.”

He stared at her in disbelief.

“What?” She said

“You could have just asked me to lay back down.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“You are utterly insane, did you know that?”

“And spoiled too. After Ella passed away and Will left, guess who was Mam and Da’s only child.”

They stared up at the sky for a while.

“Cecily?”

“Yes?”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how was Ella like?”

Cecily was taken by surprise. Nobody had ever asked her about her sister, at least not anyone who had known her before she died.

“She was too brave for her own good,” Cecily said, recalling the memories she had tried to expel from her mind for years. “but she was also very kind.”

Gabriel listened to her.

“It was very to process to her death. It did not make any sense to me, at the time. One day she was playing with Will and I in the meadows, the next she was laying in bed, struggling to take breaths.” Cecily felt tears run down her checks. She just let them fall, the way she had fallen once, and neither Ella nor Will were there to catch her. She drew a shaky breath before continuing.

“And then Will left, and I had nobody.”

She was silent before adding, “Of course, I don’t blame him, it must have been terrible to think you killed your very own sister.”

Gabriel nodded. He reached out and, instead of wiping her tears, held her and let her cry and cry, until she couldn’t cry anymore. When the tears have been subsided, he pulled away slightly so that they could see each other’s faces.

“Better?”

She nodded.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, and turned to the sky, still holding her in his arms.

“Let’s see what all the fuss about these clouds are then, shall we?”

Now, looking at Gabriel, she knew that she had to tell him.

“Gabriel?”

“Hm?”

“I have something to tell you.”

She sat up a tiny bit and looked at his sweet, boyish face. His eyes were almost the same hue of the grass they were laying on.

“Alright, I am just going to say it: Remember when Will called Jem over to examine the pot he claimed was haunted?”

Gabriel nodded.

“When, before he left, Jem told me that I was… that we are…Oh, Gabriel, I am pregnant!”

He sat up, his eyes wide.

“Is he sure?”

“Well, if it’s a joke I will be sure to never talk to him again.”

“Cecy, we’re so young.”

“I know.”

He drew a shaky breath.

“I have no idea how to be a father.” He whispered

“You have nine months to figure it out.” Cecily laughed.

“I don’t know how they are supposed to act, or what they do.”

Cecy knew what he was thinking about. She took his hands.

“You are nothing like your father, Gabriel. He could only dream to be a sliver of the man you are.”

She lifted his chin to face her.

“You are going to be an amazing father, just as you are an amazing husband.”

Then, he pulled her in, burying his face in her neck.

“We are going to be parents.” He told her.

She laughed. He lifted her in the air before setting her down again.

“It’s a girl.” She told him.

He grinned like a mad man.

“Let us hope she is as beautiful as her mother.” He said, getting up and then pulling her up with him.

Together, hands intertwined, they walked. Cecily by Gabriel’s side.  The sun was setting and soon, a new day will being.