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

[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'.

[prettypup188]

The outsiders x artist! Reader

(Fluff, no use of y/n, erm just a cutesy fanfic cuz I luv the outsiders! Srry if it’s not TOTALLY accurate in going off memory of the characters and tryna be as accurate as possible :3, also Dallas is book accurate, I can’t get over his beautiful hair,reader is depending on age to match each other character. Creds for dividers to: @uzmacchiato )

Darry:

* You guys would meet through ponyboy’s school during parent teacher night because you’re his creative writing teacher. When he saw your room he was taken aback by the paper machete covered walls and student work littered all over the place.

* He would be very supportive and always ask you about how you came up with your ideas

* He’s the type to surprise you with a new paint kit, or with new paper if you were close to running out even though you told him you don’t need him wasting his money, he’d simply say., “it’s for my little artist, I want you to fuel your passion.”

* You would definitely help him soften up with Ponyboy and not be so hard on him, letting him be a kid and not do involved in school and track

* He would keep every picture you drew of him, whether it was of a quick sketch while he made breakfast, or a beautiful watercolor painting you made for his birthday of him standing in the evening sun.

* He’d definitely have that framed and hanging over the mantle next to his parents

* He’d definitely tell the gang about your art commission shows, and drag them along with them telling them to be on their best behavior

Sodapop:

* You two would get together by you slipping him small papers of drawings you made of him along with your tip when you came to get your car fixed

* He’d definitely ask you to draw a picture of his old horse,Mickey mouse so he could have it in his wallet

* He’d be the first in line to pose for your drawings or help you come up with ideas for your next project

* I feel like you would use the flowers he’d get you on dates and turn them into a canvas drawing just so they wouldn’t go to waste

* He’d definitely tell you stories of his past while you sketched sitting on his lap

* He would definitely make sure you ate when you had artist block and he would help you distract yourself from it by going in walks, dates, etc.

* He’s an overall supportive lover and would show off all your drawings and tell people that you were the best artist he knows

Ponyboy:

* He would be intrigued,asking you to draw the characters from his favorite books so he could have a visual of them

* You two would definitely end up spending a Saturday at your house, you drawing or painting and him co-existing and reading his book

* He would come to ever art contest or festival you guys had at school, he’d come with the gang as support

* If you won a contest, the gang would take you out and with ponyboy’s(honestly soda pop’s) insistence Darry would buy the painting so Ponyboy could keep it.

* You would kind of be like the bookworm x artist trope it’s adorbs

Two-bit:

* he would definitely steal art supplies for you! Even when you had enough he’d still do it for the fun of it

* He’s very clumsy so he would probably accidentally spill a paint bucket or two, or accidently drop an important canvas you worked on. Followed by standing outside your door apologizing with chocolate and a makeshift bouquet filled with paintbrushes bunched together and paint tubes

* Like this:

Steve:

* When you guys first met, he worked the front counter at the DX. When you came in to pick up your car, he would probably ask you why you had paint in your hair or why there was a pencil behind your ear

* I feel like you would give him small watercolor drawings of his favorite cars and he’d very appreciative, in return giving you free gas every once in a while or a free oil change

* Idk much about Steve but I think he would show sodapop the drawings you gave him just for soda to tease how in love he is

Johnny:

* You were ponyboy’s friend, and when you two met you immediately sketched Johnny because if how adorable his features were, even if he didn’t see it

* He would be the type to patiently watch as you drew and ask you about what inspired you to draw it

* Whenever times were rough at home he’d stay at your place, because your parents didn’t care. He loved how creative your room was, and he would look through all your old journals noting how good you’ve gotten over the years

* He would cherish every drawing you gave him and would ask Dallas for extra cash to buy you supplies and surprise you with

Dallas:

* He’d definitely make fun of your drawings when you first met, saying that couldn’t become a job but he would still show up at every commission or art show you were in, so he could buy each piece storing it in Tim Shepard’s house, which Shepard complained but wasn’t going to do anything about

* Whenever he showed up on your doorstep all bloody and bruised, you’d give him an ice pack and let him lay on the couch while you captured his raw look, drawing it in the spot. “You sure make me look prettier than I actually am.”, he’d say after seeing the finished product

* Just like two bit, he’d steal things for you, even though he had money

* Whenever he went to the cooler, he would write to you asking for more sketches and when he got out he would keep them in his jacket or wallet just to remind him of you

* He would make sure no one would mess up your canvases whenever Shepard had a party and if someone did, they would wish they were dead😵‍💫.

* He’s supportive and I think you would even win an art contest with a drawing of him too, which he would brag about for weeks and weeks.

[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

[alex-strike-is-transgender]

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.

[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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[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.

[ladyboltontoyou]

Arthur Morgan x Reader: Stars on Paper

Ask: Henlo- I was wondering if you could do a fic about Arthur with a reader who draws a lot? Like, maybe the gang finds her homeless or whatever and they take her in (since Dutch basically adopts anyone he sees-) and Arthur notices she's always drawing around camp and he approaches her and they end up hanging out and kinda flirting- then in the morning one day the reader finds a sketch of her and small note by her bed from Arthur- a lot of fluff goin on. Idk sorry for being so specific XD

Warning: Cursing, lots of fluff.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/n: This took me way too long, writers block hit hard and I couldn’t find the words I was imagining. 

Drawing was your passion. Anytime you had a few spare minutes you had your journal in your hand and you were sketching something. Most of the time it was animals, but you found some of the members in your new gang very easy to draw. You liked drawing Hosea, it gave you more experience with details such as wrinkles, and not to mention all the emotion he held in his eyes.

When the girls found out you were talented at art they lost their minds, begging you to draw them as well. All except Sadie, but only because she never hung around them enough to know about your secret talent.

Not many other people noticed besides Charles. He liked your animal sketches the most, saying your work was so detailed and accurate he could almost feel the fur on the cougar. That was one of the best compliments you’d ever received.

The only odd thing about the whole situation was how long it took Arthur to notice. He probably would have gone even longer without knowing if it wasn’t for Mary-Beth gushing to Tilly about your newest drawing, which was one of her.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” He overheard her saying in the dreamiest voice. “She made me so beautiful…”

“She certainly knows how to use a pencil, that’s for sure.” Tilly’s voice was full of awe as she took the paper from her hands to look at it better. “Arthur, come take a look at this.”

“Now what do we have here?” He was thankful she called him over because he’d been curious himself as to what the chatter was about.

“(Y/N) drew me again, but this time…” She laughed breathlessly. “Why, it’s better than a real picture!”

“(Y/N)?” He furrowed his brows as he looked over the paper. “She did this?”

Both of them laughed at his confusion. “You’re kidding, right? That’s all she does, Arthur.” Mary-Beth said after she exchanged laughter with Tilly.

He nodded thoughtfully and handed the paper back to her. “Huh. Alright then.”

As he walked back to his tent he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the edge of the woods, drinking coffee while watching some birds fly around in the trees. You had your sketchbook in your lap opened to a blank page, waiting for another piece of art to fill it with content.

It wasn’t often Arthur had something interesting to talk about with the gang members so no one could blame him when he jumped at the opportunity to talk about one of his favorite things to do.

“Evenin’, (Y/N).”

You looked up and nervously shut your book. “Hi Arthur.” He was one of the people in camp you hadn’t shown your art to, so it was normal for you to be a bit shy.

“You don’t need to do that. The girls were just swoonin’ over your art and it’s nothin’ to hide. Where’d you learn to draw like that?” He asked as he sat on the grass next to you, leaning on his elbow and trying to be as relaxed as possible in hopes of you doing the same.

His comment took you by surprise and you laughed awkwardly, looking away from him. “Practice.”

Arthur nodded and took a piece of straw that grew beside him, sticking the end in his mouth. “Took me a while to get from shit to barely decent.”

That caught your interest and you looked back to him. “You draw too?”

He nodded again and smiled. “Sometimes. Not near anywhere as good as you, but I try.”

You turned so you were facing him. “What do you draw?”

“Well, lots of things.” He hummed as he chewed on the straw. “Animals, people, landscapes. I like to get down things I see. Helps me remember the places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, people I’ve met.”

“Could I see some?”

“If I can see some of yours.”

“Okay.”

He pulled his journal from his satchel and flipped it open to one of his better sketches. “This is just a little quick thing…” He trailed off and handed it to you.

It was a drawing of a pack of wolves playing around, two wrestling on the ground and three others chasing each other. It was beautiful seeing such deadly animals doing something so human. “You’re so good, Arthur. I had no idea.”

“I can say the same. Can’t believe I didn’t notice this about you.”

You looked to him to see he had your sketchbook in his hands and he was fumbling through the pages. When did he get that?

The urge to yank it away from him was strong but when you saw the look in his eyes you stopped yourself. It was like he was viewing something incredible and life-changing, even though it was only some pencil strokes on paper.

“You shouldn’t be here, you need to be in a big city, doing something important.” He said as he flipped through the pages, suddenly stopping.

Oh, god. You forgot you did a portrait of him.

It was one morning when you were drinking your coffee, you had seen him watching the sunrise with a bit of sleep still on his face. He looked so beautiful watching the event that you had to put it down on paper. The stubble that had grown in, the lines of sleep under his eyes, the plumped lips from where he chewed them in his sleep.

“You see me like this?” He asked and looked up at you with a look that made your heart swoon.

You nodded and he couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ve been complimented before… but this.” He tapped on the page before handing it back to you. “It blows everything else out of the water.”

You didn’t notice it but you were blushing. “I draw what I see.”

There was a moment of quiet before he took his journal back. “I’m going to head off. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Caught off guard by the sudden departure you could only nod before he left to his tent.

***

You woke up like normal, to the smell of coffee and breakfast being made along with the quiet talk of everyone else waking up. When you turned over in your makeshift bed you were shocked to find a rolled up piece of paper with a small wildflower tied in it.

That woke you up.

When you unrolled the paper you felt your heart stop.

‘(Y/N),

Sometimes I draw what I see, sometimes I draw what I dream of. Hope you like this. When you wake up come find me, I’ll be in my tent. I’d love to talk more.’

You flipped the paper over to find a drawing of you standing in a field of wildflowers with the galaxy in the sky above you. How he could draw that with only memories of your face, you had no idea. You looked so beautiful. The flowers so real. The stars so perfect. Did he really think you were that pretty?

“Must have been what he felt.” You muttered to yourself and felt your heart threaten to bust out of your chest when you remembered he invited you into his tent. When was the last time you’d felt like that over someone else? Years.

You rolled the paper back up and placed the flower under your pillow, pulling on your dress before stepping out of your tent to go see Arthur.

[thepisceanmuse]

Made something that may be cringy, may be good...idk here’s an excerpt from some fanfic I’m working on...

Star Wars: Jade [WIP]

[Dream Excerpt]

Jade awoke alone in a bright white light of infinity. The pale plane blinded her mossy green eyes as she wondered why she felt alone yet surrounded by something she couldn’t see. The strange voices that constantly hummed at such a soft volume in her head became an avalanche of sound, as if lost in a sea of strangers.

Where is this? Jade wondered, They all sound so familiar...so sad...the voices, already distracting in her everyday life, only grew louder and louder, her head began to feel like it was about to crack open like an egg, I can’t hear myself! I can’t breathe! Jade wasn’t one to feel this claustrophobic or fearful of the voices but they were never so deafening before. Mom! Riki! Someone please! Help me! HELP ME!!!

She crumbled to her knees, choking back the panic from the overwhelming emotion and noise suddenly coming over her. For some reason, she thought of her mother, Kari, seeing her die in the market street as they walked back to their home. That awful memory made Jade hold herself as the impending tears stung her reddened eyes. “Jade...” that familiar soft voice was all it took to release the torrents...she wanted to scream and release all the pain she kept hidden from everyone.

“Jade?”

“Mara?”

“Do not be afraid, child.” So many people were calling out to her despite her crippling state of panic. She wanted them all to just stop.

“Jade?” Another voice called, louder and clearer than the others, yet this was not Kari’s or anyone else that Jade recognized, no, this voice was deep like the bottom of a warm ocean. “Jade?” The voice came slowly, closer and closer as Jade continued to hold herself, helpless without her saber or blaster.

“Hey there.” The deep voice echoed just behind her as she shook from her nerves, “You doing okay?” Jade turned around to face a towering figure of a man clad in very simple, although slightly tattered, black clothes, his hair was long and dark and the corners of his dark brown eyes were wrinkled from his awkward, yet seemingly delighted smile. He knelt down on one knee next to Jade as she recoiled from his intimidatingly, princely presence. “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you.” The man cooed, reaching out to Jade with a hand that was big enough to crush her neck effortlessly. “You alright? You’re crying.”

“Sorry...” Jade sheepishly stammered through her tears as she continued to tense her body in defense. “I’m not...very big on strangers getting too close to me...ever.”

“A wise decision,” the man drew back his hand, “but there’s no need to fear me, I wouldn’t dare harm you.” Jade could somehow sense he was telling the truth but she still couldn’t relax.

“Ok...c-can...you tell me where we even are?”

“I could say were in your dream, but that’s not entirely accurate,” The man’s smile lessened as he shifted to kneel on both knees, looking away solemnly into the infinite white space, “We’re in a world between the living and dead...”

“Living and dead?” Jade’s reddened eyes widened in panic, “Does that mean I...I died? Am I dead!?”

“No, no, no!” The man quickly yet gently placed his hands on Jade’s shoulders to steady her trembling and just as quickly released her remembering her fear of him, “I’m sorry! But don’t panic, you and I are definitely not dead! We’re just...here...somewhere in the in-between of two worlds!”

“Um...I’m still lost...”

“That’s okay, you’ll understand soon enough.” Jade looked into this strange man’s eyes, the sadness and longing in them was absolutely palpable, yet the glimmer of pure joy continued to shine as his sweet smile returned to his face.

“Who are you?” Jade felt as if this man’s name was on the very tip of her tongue.

“My name is Ben.” The man’s smile lessened a bit, as if he was hoping Jade knew who he was.

“Ben?” Jade thought his name was so plain, so ordinary, yet so, so very familiar.

“Your name? I know it cannot be Jade.”

“Oh...you’re right,” Jade was surprised, “it’s...it’s actually Mara. Mara Minali. Wait, how did you know my nickname?”

“Mara? Hm, looks like Karishma gave you a good name.” Ben shifted from his knees to sit cross-legged in front of the confused girl before him, “Kari always talks about you, of course I’m happy to finally meet her ‘infamous’ little girl!”

“You knew my mother!?”

“Somewhat, not really that well though.” Ben scooted so close to Jade that she felt like she was going to be swallowed up by his mere presence, but despite his imposing aura, Jade’s tension began to loosen a bit. “She’s here too, but she’s not exactly ready to come join us, not just yet,” Ben continued as he gazed deep into Jade’s eyes as if peering into her very soul, “But I’m glad, she raised you well...Mara.”

“Um...thanks?” Jade was trembling again and became absolutely silent, looking away from Ben’s dark stare. She only felt this way once before, when Kass first kissed her, but somehow this was different. She felt less uncertain and more comforted, more like how she felt when remembering the good days with her mother, happy. She wanted to dive into this strange man’s arms and cry until she shriveled up, she wanted to feel his warmth envelope her cold, broken heart. but she was afraid of what would happen, would he push her away? “This...This is...” Jade began to chuckle in embarrassment as she choked on her words.

“Yeah?” Ben was eager to hear Jade’s voice again. The uncomfortable silence from her was clearly starting to pain him, he seemed to live for every second he could hear her voice.

“This is weird...” Jade whispered.

“Agreed...” after the eternal moment of awkward silence, Ben suddenly leaned forward back onto his knees and wrapped his big arms around Jade, carefully pulling her into hug so tight that she felt she was going to break in half.

“Ben...” Jade slightly pulled away from Ben’s firm embrace, allowing him to cradle her as she looked him in the eyes again, “Who...who are you?”

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Ben was just about to let Jade go back to her spot across from him.

“No, it’s not that. It’s...it’s just...I...I...” Jade was at a complete loss for words. She was sitting in a strange man’s lap being cradled like a baby by him. Yes, she was uncomfortable but more in regards to her mind suddenly becoming blank from shock. This was something she wanted, how could he possibly know?

“Mara,” Ben looked into Jade’s eyes as he tenderly stroked her face and wiped away her stream of tears, “you know who I am.”

“I really don’t know...I don’t even remember you Ben...but...but...” Jade buried her face into Ben’s chest as she began to sob painfully, her confusion was starting to reach it’s crescendo along with the other voices in her head, “I don’t know what the hell is going on!”

Ben gently squeezed Jade to assure her everything was alright, “Please, I’m so scared, Ben!”

As he continued to squeeze Jade tight, Ben began stroking the poor, frightened girl’s hair before whispering to her, “Shh, relax...breathe and tell me, who do you feel I am?”

Jade was afraid but searched her heart, her mind, her feelings, just like how the Skywalker books told her, only to once more pull away and look up into Ben’s face again and realize...

...

...he was like her reflection...

“Dad?”

Ben’s smile seemed to glow like a beautiful Dantooinian sunset before he kissed Jade’s forehead, however, he began to slowly fade into with the light of the plane as it swallowed everything in Jade’s sight...

“Dad! Wait!” Jade closed her eyes...

When she opened her eyes again she was back in her hammock above Kass, his snores along with the ship’s vibrations in the Blighter’s quarters gently awaking her.

“Damn...” she whispered.

Dream or not, Jade could still feel Ben’s warm kiss on her forehead.

...Ben...

She dearly wished she was able to say the one thing she always wanted to say to the man who was her father once she met him.

...Dad...

“I know...” Was all she could hear amongst the hum of voices before falling back into dreamless slumber. Somehow, the voices all seemed to grow quieter and quieter.