#Ivan you’re free now

[onewhaleinthesea]

Let my love, like a sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom

#rakidric #fanart #practice #chapter 5 #poem of love #firefly by Tagore #Ivan you’re free now

[despairots]

PIECE OF LOVE! — till ivan | alien stage.

till said he liked you, but he always looked at mizi whenever she walks past. maybe if he looked back, he would notice you. waiting, staring, wanting it to be your turn before you finally looked the other way.

content warning | character deaths, swearing, unrequited love, brief cannibalistic metaphors, love triangles, male reader but not mentioned (they/them prns).

till never looked at you, if he did (which is rare), it would be because of you talking to him just to get his attention. despite him saying he liked you when you both were young, he never gave you anymore attention once mizi arrived. till never talked to her, always expecting her to look back at him without asking her for it.

maybe that’s what you felt when someone you love is looking everywhere but you. you were always there for him, he knew too, always comforting him in his darkest times, praising him when he did a good job at his practice, making him gifts so he can be happy, but not once did he return it.

does he appreciate it? yes. returns your love? no.

till doesn’t know it but maybe if he looked back, he would see who was waiting for him all this time. it was only a matter of time before they turned away from him too when he finally looks back, and you were just waiting for you to eventually give up on him.

praying, wanting, needing for it to happen. if only things could be that easy, you would’ve been a lot more free. instead, you’re bounded to be hopeless forever, no matter how many times your alien owners tried to cheer you up. gifts, clothes, toys, stuff you needed to live until this day, it would never work.

it was until recently, at the rip age of 17, that you finally grew up and matured. turning around and living the life of a young star, your owners busting their asses for you to live a life of a celebrity. it felt good to finally be free, maybe you missed being chained down to till, after all, you still cared for him.

you wanted him to be apart of you, you still wanted him carnally, sinking your teeth into him, almost like you could smell his flesh from miles away. all that you concluded that you wanted to let go so bad, was that you still loved him.

till never looked at you.

“ [name]? “

ivan’s touch on your cheek woke you up, realizing you slept on a couch, uncomfortably so from the neck in your pain when you sat up. his black pupils that had a hint of red stared right back into yours as he kneeled infront of you while cradling your hands.

“ivan..?” you trailed off before realizing he won his match, making you softly smile, “congratulations.” ivan nodded back in acknowledgment before he stood up, pulling you up with him to bring you into a hug, putting your arms around him as you buried yourself in his neck. you were lucky ivan was here with you, loving you like till could never bring up the courage to do.

now, as you raise up your platform, dressed in white with the boy you once called yours beside you, a look of concern glistening in his eyes, wondering why you weren’t looking at him like you used too. all you were doing is staring at the ground, like you lost the will to win.

till never looked at you.

watching ivan die, just to save till with no regrets while giving him a goodbye kiss as he fell to ground made you realize something, ivan looked at both till and you, just to die for both of you. when he died, you died alongside him, now till has to go up against you.

till watched you walk up the stage, wanting to get this round over and down before he followed you like a lost dog. he never heard you sing before, he never listened to your rounds or music, he was too busy with his but once he heard you live, you sounded ethereal, pulling him into your downfall.

he didn’t notice that he was being your back up vocals before you grabbed his hand, mic just inches away from your lips, did he start his singing part. till noticed how dead your eyes looked, how cold your skin felt, and how you harshly let his hand drop yours grasp.

his eyes kept following your figure, noticing how smooth and soft your movements were, aswell as how soft your voice was being when you looked at him whenever he looked away from you. despite everything, you could never hate him.

you, who didn’t wish him harm.

you, who wished he looked back at you.

and you, who didn’t want to win.

because of that, you grabbed his wrist to pull him into a short kiss, pulling away until he pulled you back in, shocking you more than anything. a part of you wanted you to believe that he was only doing it because he missed mizi, that you were just filling in the role of her until he pulled away.

a sad smile on his face as his lips moved, saying words that you weren’t able to hear, there was a ringing in your ears, the scoreboard showing that you won. till managed to catch the look of disbelief when your eyes went back to him, he was glad that the glint in your eyes were back, just not the way he didn’t want it to come back.

the tight feeling on his neck disappeared, reaching up to grasp at it did he realize you placed it on yours. no, no! he’s already lost mizi, ivan, and now, you? it’s like the world didn’t want him to be happy with the amount of blood splattered on his hands.

your smile, and ivan’s smile will now haunt his dreams, watching your body collapse onto the ground next to him with your blood on his cheeks did he yell out of despair, cradling your body close to him as the crowd watched in disbelief.

till never looked at you.

he always did, whenever you weren’t looking in that case.

“i’m sorry for not loving you enough.”

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[bloodyselfshipping]

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) How they talk about you!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~

Most people around Alfred would probably not realize you two are romantically involved. The way he talks about you is less like a partner and more like a best friend.

But that said, everyone would know who you are. It’s immediately obvious how close your relationship is. He seems to know everything about you.

He won’t bring you up constantly, but your presence is around him in some way.

“Who are you texting during the meeting?!” “Oh, Y/N! Right now they’re-”

“Who are you inviting?” “Y/N! I really think they’d have fun coming along-”

“Are you free tonight?” “Mm, sorry dude. I’m with Y/N tonight, just like last night, and the night before we-”

But if anyone asks, he loves talking about you. You make everything more fun, so even thinking about you makes him feel so much better!

He doesn’t bring you up much, but when he does it’s so obvious how much he loves you. Always looking in the distance longingly…

Doesn’t share a lot of personal details, probably doesn’t even mention your name. He always calls you nicknames or just “my lover.”

Arthur prefers to keep you his little secret.

“Ah, I have to go. I have an engagement with… someone special.”

So it's usually very stilted and formal, but not because of a lack of affection. He thinks that PDA and gushing about romance in public is tactless, so he refrains.

You’re like royalty to him so he always makes sure to make his respect more apparent than anything. No one is more special to him than you <3

The second most normal out of any of them. Although he always refers to you very romantically, that isn’t very out of line for how he normally is.

It seems as if he sees you as perfect, above others in every way. He always praises you and everything you do, to an absolutely absurd degree.

Always has very specific things he calls you in front of others.

“Ah, this reminds me of my S/O. They are like poetry in motion…”

“Every day I am inspired by Y/N, even the most impressive works of art are nothing compared to them.”

“My eternal love, they are calling to me… I must go!”  “Just say you wanna get outta here!”

He can’t help but gush about how perfect you are. He would say you are nothing less than soulmates.

Yao is a very traditional man. From the start of your relationship, he’s always referred to you as if you were married.

Sometimes he’ll refer to you like those old men who hate their wives, but only because he doesn’t realize the full implications.

“”Aiyaa! Have to go tend to the ball and chain, see you later!”

Except when he says that, he means it affectionately. By “tending to the old ball and chain” he means laying his head in your lap for two hours and telling you about how stupid his friends are.

He’d love nothing more than to just talk to you and you alone, he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of you two.

Ivan CANNOT stop talking about you! Seriously, everyone is very annoyed by it. But he just can’t hold himself back, he needs everyone to know about how much he loves you.

Anytime anyone brings up something that reminds him of you, he has to go on a whole tangent. God forbid someone brings up an interest of yours, then it goes on forever.

They probably won’t even know your name because he just always uses some adorable pet name for you (:

When he misses you, it’s even worse. Anything just immediately results in,

“My darling used to call me that…” “Because it’s your name!”

If he could, he would bring you everywhere with him. So, he’ll do so in his own way (: (telling everyone who breathes in his direction about you)

Everyone is immediately aware of your existence. He LOVES bringing you up at every opportunity. All his friends need to know about his lovely S/O right now!!!

Definitely tries to show you off.

“You know whose really attractive? My S/O! Look, see!!!”

“I just thought of something funny, one time Y/N did that! But like, they were super hot!”

“Cuore mio, everyone should see how wonderful you are. Don’t be embarrassed!”

When he gets drunk, he can’t help but talk anyone’s ear off about you. About how much you mean to him, about how proud he is of you, a lot of other stuff that seems way too sentimental for an easy-going guy like him.

Often ends up bursting into rooms just to bring news of you. He gets so emotional it can become unbearable for those around him.

He can’t imagine his life without you, and everything is just a reminder of that fact. Feliciano loves you more than anything!

Ludwig wouldn’t not talk about you… but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do so. Not because he’s embarrassed of you, but because he’s embarrassed of how much he’s in love with you!

You make him so soft… and the thoughts of you are constantly distracting him! His darling (you) lives in his head rent-free, damn you!

“Oi Germany, is that a person on your lock-screen?” “N-No! Well… it’s my S/O… don’t make it into a situation!”

He thinks very highly of you, and trusts your judgment completely. Talking to you helps him think out his problems. That fact is so obvious that a lot of times, his friends will call you up for him when he’s panicking.

Not a fan of pet names, and can seem cold about your relationship in public. But don’t let that fool you, he doesn’t want to go a day without you!

Very casual about you. You’re his partner, you matter a lot to him, and he’s not embarrassed about it. 

But he does use his experiences with you to help him relate to others, so you get brought up quite a lot with his friends. When he’s having trouble socially, he tries to remember everything you’ve ever told him and repeat it.

“My S/O had something similar happen to them. May I consult them on this?”

“This reminds me of something that Y/N said to me last week. Shouldn’t we just put the past behind us? They said it’s no good to dwell on these things.”

“Hm… maybe we should just go home and rest before making a decision. Besides, I want to talk to Y/N about this.” “Are you sure you don’t just miss them?” “That is a possibility.”

He acts as if you two are married, but just because you have become so important to him so quickly. You make his life so much better and easier, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[marvelmusing]

In Another Life

Part Sixteen

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alternate Universe!Reader

Summary: Together, you and Aleksander journey to the monastery of Sankt Feliks. To mend the tear at the making, a sacrifice from one of you is required.

Warnings: canon level violence, small amount of blood, the reader goes through a painful altercation (I really hope that what I’ve come up with makes sense because it could be possible canonically but canon doesn’t really make sense either).

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Aleksander extends a hand to you, as your ankle nearly twists when you step on a rather loose rock. He holds tightly onto you, urging you closer so that he can steady your body with his own.

The walk to Sankt Feliks’ monastery was precarious, and you had needed to abandon your horses nearly an hour ago. Aleksander had gifted you a beautiful white mare named Luna for the journey. She hadn’t seemed too upset by being left tied to a tree further down the mountain, free to graze alongside Nocturne.

As you’re walking, you can’t help but compare this moment to the scene in the books. Aleksander had been the one leading the group, just as he is now.

In the books, he had been wearing tattered robes, his hands had been bound to prevent him from summoning, and he was flanked by sun soldiers. He had been the enemy then.

The Aleksander holding onto your hand is almost the polar opposite of that man. He’s wearing his fur collared cloak, to shield him from the cold of the mountain air. The two of you are surrounded by friends - the Grisha you trusted most to accompany you.

There’s a small glow of pride in your chest, that you are the reason why everything is different. If everything goes wrong now, and you fall at the last hurdle, you know that you’ve already changed this world - and Aleksander’s life - for the better.

The monastery appears almost from nowhere. One moment you’re watching your feet as you nearly stumble over another boulder, the next, Aleksander has stopped and you’re staring up at a series of large stone arches carved into the rock face.

There’s no door, only a small dark tunnel.

“Wait here.” Aleksander instructs your group.

Zoya and Ivan both look ready to disagree with him, but Aleksander gives them both a firm look, whilst you nod and smile reassuringly.

“We shouldn’t be long.” You add.

As Aleksander steps forward into the entrance, you’re reminded of the tunnel underneath Ulla’s chapel. Just as he did then, Aleksander keeps his fingers curled around yours, and you can feel his shadows clinging close as you walk over the uneven ground.

You aren’t walking for long before you step out into cold sunlight once again. The monastery has no ceiling, though some shelter is provided by the huge branches that sway overhead.

Dark red buds adorn the winding arms of one central tree, with black thorns that are longer than your forearm. There’s a painful twist in your heart when you identify the tree.

This is the thornwood tree.

A woman steps out from the shadows. Her dark hair is pulled back tightly, and her features are sharp as she surveys you and Aleksander.

She bows lightly, before greeting you both in a language you don’t understand. Aleksander responds in what you assume is the same language. When he notices your frown, he dips his head down to inform you,

“Ancient Kaelish.” You hum in response.

“We know why you are here.” She says, her voice smooth and clear.

“We?” Aleksander remarks with a raised brow.

All around you, monks step out from shadowed nooks, flashes of red silk that soon surround you. Opening up your bag, you pull out the heart of Sankt Feliks.

“I believe this belongs to you.” You say, stepping towards her with more bravery than you feel.

She tilts her head aside as she looks at you.

“You’re not from this world, are you?”

You raise your chin, swallowing down your fear.

“No. I’m not.”

She steps closer, moving her hands slowly towards the heart. As she takes it in her hands, you say,

“I think it can be used to mend the making.”

“Mending the tear will demand a sacrifice from one of you.” She says lightly, her eyes remaining fixed on the heart as she turns it over in her hands.

“One of us?” Aleksander asks. She turns to face him.

“You have a heart strong enough to hold the tear in the making closed.” You know what that means and you shiver at the thought of Aleksander suffering for eternity. “To do so, you must stand at the doorway between worlds forever.”

You haven’t come all this way for Aleksander to suffer a fate worse than death. The monk’s words play over in your mind - one of you. Meaning that you also have a price to pay, instead of Aleksander.

“What about me?” You say.

Aleksander turns to look at you with widened eyes, and for a moment he looks frightened, as the monk studies you.

“You have the making of two worlds inside you. The tear is what brought you into this world, and it must be mended from one side.”

Looking over at the broken gap at the base of the thornwood’s trunk, you frown before you ask quietly,

“You mean I can go back to my world?”

She nods.

“But you will never be able to return to this one.”

The thought of leaving Aleksander behind, and never seeing him again tugs hard at your heartstrings. After all you’ve been through, you can’t even consider such a thing.

“And if I mend the tear from this side?”

“You will sever the connection you have with the world you were born in.”

You frown.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you will remain exactly as you are now.”

Turning towards her, your frown deepens.

“For how long?”

She doesn’t respond, merely glancing over at Aleksander before her gaze settles back onto you. Somehow, he seems to understand what this means.

“Forever.” Aleksander says in explanation. You turn to him.

“Forever?” You whisper.

The idea of living forever is a baffling concept. Especially for an ordinary otkazat’sya like you, who is from a world where no one lives forever.

You straighten, nodding.

“Well, it’s obvious what we have to do then.” You say, bending down to discard your bag in preparation of whatever you need to do in order to mend the tear.

“Don’t rush into this.” Aleksander warns you, curling his fingers around your wrist. “Forever is a long time.” He adds softly. “Alina didn’t want it.”

You look up at him, meeting his eyes. You can see the worry there - that you might be making a decision you’ll regret. Forever is a long time, especially for regrets. But you’ve already made up your mind.

You place your own hand over his, giving his fingers a reassuring squeeze as you tell him,

“Alina didn’t have you. I do.”

He smiles softly, nodding in agreement.

“You do.”

With a determined expression, you turn back to the monk.

“What do I have to do?” You ask her.

“The heart must be blessed with your blood, before it can be returned to the thornwood.”

She retrieves a knife from between the folds of her crimson robes, and a touch of fear settles into your heart. The monks unnerve you, and the idea of one of them coming near you with a knife isn’t pleasant.

“May I?” Aleksander asks her, holding out his hand for the knife. She gives it to him.

You swallow nervously as you eye the blade, but Aleksander keeps his eyes firmly on the monk.

“How much blood?” He asks. She turns snapping her fingers, and another monk appears at her side.

He’s young, with dark eyes and a mop of curly blonde locks adorning the top of his head, and his face flushes red as he scrambles to flick frantically through the pages of the book in his hand.

Then he turns it around, displaying a page with a symbol painted over it.

“Enough to draw this onto the heart.” She says.

Aleksander nods.

Then he takes your hand delicately in his own, encouraging you to hold your pointer finger out with the soft tip facing skyward.

“Monk’s always go too far with their ceremonial blood drawings.” Aleksander mumbles, and you would laugh if you weren’t so nervous. “Wholly unnecessary, and rather messy.”

Aleksander seems nervous as well, as his rambling halts and he inhales slowly. His voice softens as he adds,

“This shouldn’t hurt too much, my love.”

“Aleksander.” You say in a small voice. He looks up at you sharply, his motions frozen in an instant. “I love you.”

He smiles softly.

“And I love you. Are you ready?”

You nod.

He slices the tip of your finger with the knife, enough to draw a small amount of blood with only a sharp sting of pain.

Eyes on the symbol in the book, you trace your bleeding finger over the hardened wood-like material of the heart. The monk watches intently, and once you’re finished she nods in satisfaction.

“Now return it to the making.” When you look over at the thornwood and hesitate, she adds, “It will hurt.”

Both you and Aleksander turn sharply to look at her.

“But not, ‘suffering for eternity’ level of hurt, though?” You prompt, brows furrowed as you stare at her. “Right?”

“Less than holding the door between the worlds together for eternity, yes.”

Aleksander looks unconvinced by the monk’s words, and he eyes you carefully as he waits for your reaction. You have a feeling that if you said no, he wouldn’t mind. That he would ensure that the two of you would find another way.

But you need to do this, despite your fear.

You nod.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“I’m sure.”

Stepping forward, you climb over the gnarled roots towards the trunk of the thornwood. There’s a small area that looks as though it has been carved out, and you can only assume that is where the heart belongs.

Once you’ve placed it back with shaking hands, the monks approach, lying their own hands on the bark as you step away. They’re fabrikators, you remember, and they will ensure that the heart mends the tear at the making.

As you rejoin Aleksander, a pain wracks through your entire body and you collapse against him. He wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you upright, but when you groan lowly he quickly eases you both onto the floor.

It feels as though a part of you is being ripped away, slowly, inch by inch, and you grit your teeth as you struggle to process everything. Then a searing burning runs over your skin, as if the tear inside you is being sealed with a soldering iron.

Tears flood down your cheeks, as you fight to control your breathing. Aleksander holds onto you, allowing you to dig your nails into his clothes as you grip them tightly in an attempt to handle the pain.

Every bone in your body aches, and your muscles tighten uncomfortably as you gasp and writhe in pain.

Aleksander holds the back of your head, ensuring that you don’t thrash to the point of hurting yourself. You press your forehead hard against his shoulder, tears coating your face.

Then it stops.

Sweat glosses over your brow, and your tears begin to dry against your cheeks.

Aleksander’s hands cup your face delicately, tears welling in his own eyes. He can see the relief in your expression as he scours your face intently. It’s over. You’re alright now.

“I thought I told you to stop risking your life.” Aleksander remarks laughingly, though his voice is thick with emotion as your body collapses weakly against his.

“Did it work?” You ask, your voice hoarse.

The monk appears in the corner of your vision, and she gestures to the side of the courtyard.

“See for yourself.”

Aleksander helps you to your feet, and you hold onto him as you move over towards the thick stone wall. There’s a small gap, a window of sorts, carved into the side of the monastery.

As you peer through, all you see is clouds of white. The sunlight shines down, and a breeze scatters the cloud line. Then you see it.

What had once been the blackened sand of the unsea, stained by centuries of darkness, is now a vivid burst of green. The Tula Valley has been revived. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at it. Then you look at Aleksander.

A tear traces its way down his cheek.

He looks down at you and his face breaks into a smile of pure elation. Aleksander scoops you up into his arms, twirling the two of you around as he laughs in disbelief. You cling to him, his laughter infectious. You did it.

Then he kisses you.

Warmth spreads through your chest, and you feel as though you could burst with happiness. Aleksander drops his head down further, kissing you with every ounce of feeling he has. The fear of losing you, the distress of seeing you in pain, the joy of knowing that you succeeded.

A thrill runs through the entirety of your body, and when Aleksander’s lips leave yours you’re glad he doesn’t go far, pressing his forehead against your own. Then a bright red petal falls into his hair.

You frown, picking the delicate portion of flower from his dark locks. The two of you look up, and the thornwood is in full bloom.

Sliding your hand through Aleksander’s hair, you ruffle it affectionately in an attempt to shake the gathering petals away with a soft laugh. The adoring look in his eyes has emotion swelling in your chest. A look of surprise crosses over his features, and you frown.

Following his gaze, you watch as vines slowly creep over the nearest root of the thornwood, decorating the dark wood with a luscious green that begins to grow delicate buds as you watch it.

“The thornwood has not bloomed this brightly for several centuries.” The monk states, her voice filled with awe.

All around you, the monks drop to their knees. Some of them pray openly, and you see one or two them with tears in their eyes.

“You have received the blessing of Sankt Feliks.” She says, looking directly at you.

Glancing over at Aleksander, your eyes wide with confusion, he appears to be lost in thought.

“I did this?”

He nods slowly.

“How?”

He ponders your question for a long moment.

“You have the making of two worlds in you. Cutting the connection with your own world, must have strengthened your connection to this one.”

“So I’m Grisha?”

Aleksander takes your hand carefully, his brows furrowed. You still don’t feel that sense of certainty, and Aleksander’s expression doesn’t change. He shakes his head.

“I can’t feel anything.”

“Our saint has given you the gift of creation itself.” The monk explains.

You frown. The only form of creation you know is the forbidden science - abomination.

“Merzost?” She shakes her head.

“Something far older. The same matter that holds the universe intact.”

“I understand now.” Aleksander says quietly, and you turn to him with confusion in your eyes. “Morozova’s amplifiers were drawn to you, because your connection to the making is deeper than any other Grisha.”

He traces his fingers over your cheek, his eyes filled with awe as he looks at you.

“The power of pure creation. They recognised themselves in you.”

“Sankt Feliks could grow crops even in the harshest of winters.” You recall. Aleksander had told you the story of Sankt Feliks, many months ago.

Aleksander nods.

“You have the same power as him.”

Before you leave, the monks are all eager to give you their well wishes and prayers. A few of them reach towards you, and you let them clasp your hand between their own.

Aleksander sets his hand at your lower back, guiding you forwards as you head back along the tunnel to return to your group.

You can hear their excited voices as they look down the mountain range, where the Tula Valley is now in the full bloom of summer for the first time in centuries.

Once again, you almost tumble as you step on a loose stone, which catches the attention of your group. They turn to face you both, relief and joy filling their expressions.

“You did it!” Zoya exclaims, rushing towards you and throwing her arms around you. You grip tightly onto her, as your relief finally settles in.

Zoya’s family lives in Novokribirsk. Now she can visit them whenever she wants to.

A small sob wells in your throat as you bury your face into her hair. Despite your new power, and immortality, you’re still aching and exhausted. She pulls back searching your tear filled eyes.

“There weren’t any creepy monks I have to go put in their place, were there?”

You laugh, which causes a few tears to spill out as you admit,

“There were some creepy monks, but I think we’re friends now.” She raises a brow.

“You better not have replaced me.”

The two of you smile widely as you shake your head.

“Never.”

Aleksander settles his hand back against your spine, and he murmurs softly,

“Let’s get you checked over.”

You nod.

Zoya wraps her arm around your waist, helping you walk over the uneven ground as Aleksander hovers closely behind, his fingers lingering on the space between your shoulder blades.

Fedoyr examines you once you’re settled onto a large boulder.

As always, the process of being healed is uncomfortable, the feeling of itching as your pain is removed. Usually you don’t mind the feeling, but when every bone and muscle in your body requires some healing, it’s quite unpleasant.

Aleksander cradles the back of your head as he sits beside you, and a few tears escape your eyes as you press your face against his shoulder.

Once Fedoyr has finished, you sigh in relief.

“Thank you, Fedoyr.”

He nods, giving you a smile.

“My pleasure. Well done.”

He bows lightly, and moves back towards the rest of the group. For a moment, you and Aleksander are quiet, and you simply enjoying being safe in his arms. The sun is shining down, and despite the cool breeze, you no longer feel cold.

“Are you alright now?” He asks softly.

You smile at him.

“Ravka is on the brink of rebirth. I have an incredible power, and I’m going to live forever. Not to mention I have you.”

Leaning forward, you kiss him tenderly.

“I’ve never been better.” You assure him.

Aleksander cups your face in his hands, and kisses you. You’re both smiling against one another’s lips, and your heart sings with love for him. Then you hear Zoya speaking,

“I don’t mean to interrupt a happy moment, but…”

You look down at where Zoya is staring, and you notice a carpet of delicate flowers slowly growing over the rocks around you and Aleksander. Warmth spreads over your cheeks.

“I should probably figure out how to control that.” You remark sheepishly. Aleksander hums with a soft smile on his face as he brushes his knuckles over your cheek.

“I will help you.”

“You’re Grisha now?” Zoya says with a hopeful smile. You nod and her smile widens. “You’re sitting with me during lunch.”

“With the summoners?” Fedoyr protests with a frown. Zoya points down to the patch of flowers that continue to bloom.

“The flowers were summoned.”

“Corporalki is the order of the living and dead. Plants are living.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

Aleksander chuckles quietly, sliding an arm around your waist as he guides the two of you into standing, and you begin to walk further down the mountain.

“It appears your Grisha order has caused some contention.” Aleksander remarks and you laugh softly.

“I wonder what colour kefta I will have.”

Aleksander frowns, and you could say that he almost looks offended.

“It will be black of course.”

Warmth spreads over your cheeks, and giddy excitement fills you at the thought of wearing a black kefta as you stand by Aleksander’s side.

“You’re sure?” You ask, even though you know what his answer will be.

“Indefinitely.”

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[gremlins-hotel]

I’ve seen a vision and need to expel it from my mind:

Alfred smooching the surface of Ivan’s space helmet because he thought it would be cute.

Ivan just watching Al squish his face against the glass and slobber all over it.

i am feeling nice today. haven't written anything in a while, nor drawn. i hope it's at least funny if not somewhat entertaining. now i go hang up my laundry,,,

“Dude, I can’t believe you still have that!” exclaimed Alfred, looking his buddy up and down. “And that they were actually willing to make a suit that fits you, Christ. Or let you keep it. How old is it now?”

Ignoring Alfred, Ivan twisted to observe the old spaceflight uniform he wore. It hugged a little too tightly in places but still, he had managed to squeeze the old suit on without it complaining too much. With a blink and a look up, he considered his response. “Trust you me, I am convinced I was only allowed to keep the suit because no one else could dream of wearing it comfortably, not even for training. It is an early Sokol, so the seventies. I, ah…do not remember the exact year.”

“Damn, a pity,” Alfred nodded, “no spacewalks for you then. Not in that at least.” Unafraid, he walked up to the giant and circled him, observing the hose-like sleeves and mission patches across the body. A red-and-blue Apollo-Soyuz patch stood out against Ivan’s stomach. It earned a laugh from Alfred; he remembered that joint mission well. He also remembered having to shake hands with Ivan. It wasn’t their first and wouldn’t be their last, and at least the two of them had always agreed on one thing: the stars were for the discovery of all mankind, though of course, neither of them was man.

The bear shook his head, following the other Nation’s stare, “No, it is like your Shuttle suits. For the spacecraft only, yes. We had others for spacewalks like the Orlan.”

“Oh yeah, I remember,” came the confident reply.

“And here I was under the insinuation that you didn’t. Not that I would be surprised, you’re like a dog in this regard.” Ivan gave a gruff snap of laughter and lifted a hand to ruffle jokingly at Alfred’s hair like a golden retriever. His hands were quickly smacked away with a roll of the smaller man’s eyes. Black gloves were taken into curious hands and turned over, the ridges of the knuckles poked and prodded. Snatching his hand away, Ivan observed the glove too, “This thing is starting to get hot. Anything else?”

Alfred’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back on his heels, crossing his arms. “Hmm…still got the helmet or no, big guy?”

“Podozhdite,” Ivan rumbled, making a quick face before shuffling to the old box he had dragged the suit from. Always the soft helmet had been his favorite part. When not in use, he could stuff the loose part against the visor and it’d be fine, as long as the visor itself wasn’t getting scratched. Squatting to rummage through the contents before him, he wondered at the helmet’s condition. The edges of blue anodized aluminum, dull with time, met his fingers and Ivan pulled with some relief, brushing the white canvas free of their stubborn fold.

Pulling the helmet over his head proved to be somewhat difficult, and Ivan remembered why he had shaved his beard when he had more regularly worn the equipment. At that the memory of Alfred trying to keep his face trained for their photographed handshake in 1975 was loud. Throughout the experiments, the other Nation hadn’t let him live down how “babyfaced” he appeared without it. Friends or enemies, it was true that they always knew how to dig deep and press each other’s buttons. Ivan had barely kept from slapping Alfred then, to tell him to be serious. But that would’ve been counterintuitive to the joint mission, as satisfying as it likely would’ve been.

Fumbling with the flange, it snapped into place with a satisfying sound. It was slightly uncomfortable without the soft under cap, but he’d be taking the suit off soon enough. Both hands were needed to shove the visor down on its aging hinges. From his crouch, Ivan turned his head and offered a half-assed salute, “Opa!”

Alfred’s form was dark through the visor and his snort muffled through the helmet’s canvas. “Don’t move.”

“What are you planning?” Ivan’s voice bounced back at him from the visor, but he hoped Alfred could still hear. The other Nation approached until only legs were in Ivan’s vision. He recoiled slightly to look up, “If you scratch this helmet I will make sure you regret it, Jones.”

“Don’t bellyache dumbass, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Not right now, at least. Now hold still,” said Alfred above him. Hands grabbed either side of Ivan’s head, pressing the PA6 nylon of the inside against his ears. Trying to jerk away from the contact, Ivan’s hands reached out to push at Alfred’s arms with a hiss. Sibilant air once more echoed back to his own senses. He could see Alfred leaning down toward his head. He frowned.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh come on, you’re like the only asshole I could do this with. It’ll be like a goddamn movie.” Alfred complained.

“No,” Ivan barked, “not unless you plan to die.”

“You’re fucking lame, Red,” Alfred sighed beyond Ivan’s visor. “Consider: I do this, and you can put me in a headlock after you get out of the Spandex.”

And Ivan did consider. “Bold words just to call me fat. It is your death warrant, not mine.”

“Yeah, yeah, so what do you say?”

“Fine.”

Through the dark visor, Ivan watched as Alfred continued to lean down. The hands holding his skull seemed to pull him up and the former cosmonaut jerked his chin higher to see better. Lips folded and approached the polycarbonate screen, pressing to it and crafting the same funny image as a hand plastered to glass. Actually, it was disgusting from inside the helmet.

Ivan could see the lines etched in the other man’s lips in too much detail, and he grimaced at realizing Alfred had purposefully made his kiss very wet. Tiny bubbles smashed against the hard material. It would leave a mark on the visor that Ivan immediately decided he would make the other astronaut clean. An awful kissy sound smacked his eardrums, muffled as it was, and the Nation thrashed his helmeted head away from his friend. Ivan made a retching sound in the back of his throat when his motion caused a slobbery smear across the visor.

Pulling away with that obnoxiously jovial laugh he had, Alfred’s face was cracked in mirth. He could see the giant’s contorted mouth, though his eyes were hidden beneath the polarized upper half of the visor. Still he firmly held his friend’s head, laughing the whole time. Ignoring the swearing behind the helm, Alfred threw his head back to snort and laugh harder when he heard a muffled ‘fucking dog’. He was dead the moment Ivan divested himself of the space suit, but half the fun would be kicking his ass.

#callsign gremlin checking in #papa echo november #rusame // stardust on our boots #hetalia #aph america #aph russia #hws america #hws russia #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #rusame #amerus

[atom-writings]

Can I request Hetalia main 8 with an S/O who has bad periods that the nations don't understand.

Ivan probably would get stuck asking Ukraine about it and get mildly creeped out when she tells him about boob pain.

(Hetalia Main 8 X Reader) S/O with bad periods

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N JHFDGHJDKF YEAH but for ivan specifically i would argue he is actually pretty familiar with the struggles. Dear people who have periods i am so sorry. also i didnt do japan again sorry if u wer looking for him i wi. l do him seperately <3

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Oh boy. You’re gonna have to be one teaching him about… everything related to periods. He’ll be like “What’s so bad? It’s just like a little scrape, isn’t it?” and by the end of the night he is Mortified by the process menstruating people have to go through. He is never going to downplay your pain again, don’t worry.

But he doesn’t know what to do to take care of you really… that’s his vice. He’ll just end up buying everything he can possibly think of to comfort you, and I mean… it’s something. It’ll dull the pain a little bit to eat an insane amount of chips while he plays with your hair all night.

If your legs go out or you need to go to the hospital during your time of the month, he is fully capable of carrying you wherever you need to go. Speeding laws be damned! When your entire body is trying to kill you from the inside out, you are the most important thing in the world to him.

For a long time, Arthur thought it was… unrefined to talk about things like periods. Of course, now he knows better, but that also means… he has no idea what’s going on down there. Or what it does to the body. So when you tell him about the back pain, the cravings, the light-headedness, the nausea… he is probably gonna be pretty doubting. Until you collapse or throw up on him.  Then he’ll take care of you, hand and foot.

Literally. He loves giving massages, and he’s weirdly good at it. Of course, he’ll get you some pain meds (the good pain meds, too) and snacks, but also his hands are not gonna leave your body until your time of the month is over. 

But until then, he is very concerned. Even if it’s the umpteenth time you’ve been with him through it, he’s still begging you to go to the doctor. Anytime anything does even slightly worse, he’s grabbing his keys, getting ready to speed you to the emergency room.

Francis may sympathize, but he really does not… understand the severity of the situation. When you moan about not getting out of bed, he’s just confused and a little annoyed. Sure, periods are painful, but… you’ve had so many, aren’t you used to it by now? 

Feel free to educate him. Or hit him. Both work.

After that, he’s not making you get out of bed. He may not know your pain, but he is sure as hell not gonna force you to do anything. If your job tries to get you to come in, he’ll even start a strike outside for you <3

And considering that you’re probably his first partner who gets that much pain from your time of the month, he has no idea what to get you. Get him a list, and make sure you tell him not to find healthier alternatives cause otherwise you’re getting gross chocolate that’s supposed to help with pain. He’s trying to help… he’s just weirdly terrible at this specific part.

Don’t worry! He’s had to come up with remedies for this exact problem since before the invention of the wheel! It won’t taste great, but he’ll have you back in shape in no t- wait, why isn’t it working?! What do you mean your boobs hurt more now?!

He’s… really concerned for you the whole time. It’s hard for him to leave your side, even if you insist you’re used to it. I mean, surely this many cold compresses should relieve your… unorthodox pains. Frankly, he’s impressed. How many years have you been going through this? And without him to wait on you, hand and foot?! A shame…

If you need anything, he’ll happily make it for you. Yes, make it. He wants to be sure your care is as perfect as possible, so he only trusts his own hands. But maybe be wary if your legs tend to give out… his old bones are not meant to be carrying anyone around for too long. But of course, he’ll still do his best for you.

The Braginsky family has been cursed for… well, ever… with terrible medical conditions, so he is very familiar with the suffering caused by periods. He’s heard Natalya wail and moan for hours on end, and he is not about to let you go through the same pain! He will rip the radiator out of the wall to use as a heating pad if he has to!

He doesn’t panic as much as the others would, he already knows what you need and had it at home. That means he is not leaving your side for even a second! If you suddenly get new pains, lose feeling in anything, or have any other emergency, he is fully prepared to sweep you off your feet and help you deal with it. And he’s had to do much grosser things than take care of someone he loves, don’t worry about that.

Like you could bleed on his leg and he would not even notice, much less be upset. He’s just like, “Oh, dear, are you running out of anything? I can pick anything up for you if you need.”

OH YOU POOR DARLING! Don’t worry, he already called into work for you! You need snacks? Heated blankets? Medication? Stuffed animals? For him to hold you in his arms? He’s there! No questions asked! (He has quite a low pain tolerance himself, so he is nothing but empathetic towards you during your time of need.)

If it’d make you feel better… he’d love to massage your stomach... Don’t look at him like that! He just wants to help!

Also, if he sees you trying to put on any tight and uncomfortable clothing, he is getting you out of that stuff asap. If you need to go anywhere, he’ll go for you! Don’t stuff yourself into such suddenly ill-fitting clothing… you still look beautiful to him. 

And if it gets too bad, you have the fastest (and most dangerous) driver in all of Italy to get you to the emergency room ASAP. So don’t worry your pretty little head, Feli’s got you!

Just because Ludwig knows all about the medical side of periods, does not mean he knows how to actually deal with you when you’re in horrible, horrible pain. The fact that although it may make you feel better, you are not up for doing anything, is just baffling to him. He may try to drag you out of bed to stretch and exercise. Please bite him when he does so.

Once you start describing your actual symptoms, he starts getting light-headed. No way… this happens every month? Incalculable back pain on top of your uterus exploding? You sure you don’t need a doctor? It’s really no hassle to carry you to the car, promise! But also, you could just take him up on that offer and change your mind and ask for ice cream. He would do it. Just saying.

Anything to relieve your suffering, really. He’s spending all his time worrying about you, so he’ll get anything you want without question. He can’t stand seeing you in so much pain… but he also can’t help but feel so blessed to have been born biologically male. Basically, you’ve got a servant whose in love with you for a week.

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[randomidiocyncrazies]

i think you’re forgetting that till got to top 2 on his own merits even with his rebellious personality and him literally running away from attempts to market him. he dropped heavily from the rankings for killing freddie the alien guitar and STILL managed to make a comeback, only losing to the previous champion. saying that he “only won because ivan threw his round” is such an insult to his skills. i don’t deny that ivan’s sacrifice secured till’s victory, but that doesn’t mean till isn’t a strong competitor in his own right. ivan’s stunts definitely hindered his own score, but that doesn’t change the fact that till still got 89. im not arguing that till will beat luka, im just thinking you’re underestimating till

Oh I completely agree that Till has a very good chance under normal circumstances, but. Till stopped singing before Ivan threw his mic to the ground and started assaulting him to distract the audience—us and the aliens—from that, so I think it's pretty clear that Till was trying to lose (or at least not trying to win) and probably wouldn't have gotten such a high score if Ivan didn't cause a distraction, because the aliens would definitely have noticed that he wasn't singing. Like I said in the tags of the post, I think Till's singing is obviously very good in the song, I just think Till was also very obviously engaging in passive suicide by making it clear he's not trying to win (I'd argue he was actively trying to lose by stopping his singing before the song is over).

That's why I said the only way he won was because Ivan threw his round—not because he didn't have enough skill and charisma by himself, but because he had disengaged from the performance by literally not singing, and the aliens would've noticed & punished him for it if Ivan didn't flip from "obedient show dog" to "rabid dog" on stage. (Again, to be clear, the "rabid dog" comparison is from the aliens' perspective; we, the human audience, have access to their interiority and care about them for more than their function as performers.)

(That said, the audience in-universe did not notice Till stopped singing, so you're right that alien audiences would've anticipated a closer fight than what I've said in the tags I assume you're responding to. I do think the win would be complicated by the fact that imo quite a lot of aliens in both camps see it as an unsatisfying win? For Ivan fans obviously, but for in-universe Till fans, their boy's win is gonna be tainted by "his opponent went crazy and attacked him." I'd imagine in-universe fans are having similar discussions to what we're having now, which is completely intentional—it's pretty obvious that ALNST is a critique of the irl idol industry/elimination style tournaments, and we're intended to be the aliens in this scenario, albeit ones who have some access to their inner lives.)

Now onto Till vs Luka. I think we all want Till to beat Luka, or at least put up a good fight, but. Will Till really bounce back/regain his fire, or did Ivan's sacrifice only compounded the fact that he lost someone else, and that he'll keep losing—both in the sense that he'll keep losing people he cares about, and also in the sense that there's no real victory under this oppressive system? Given his actions in R6 (i.e. stop singing when the song is ongoing), I think Till's final rebellion would be a quiet thing—to just not perform from the start and refuse to give the aliens a show.

Tldr: Till is a very strong performer. I just also think Till would've lost in R6, not because he wasn't "good enough" in his own right, but because he disengaged from his performance in what would've been a pretty dang obvious way bc i think he just wanted an escape/wanted it to end.

Going into R7, I'm honestly not sure if Till even wants to 'put up a good fight' against Luka anymore, or if he'd rather be free and spite the system by denying aliens of what they wanted from him by not engaging at all. It'd be cool to see Till beat Luka, but I'm having trouble seeing how he'll do that: while he has the skills to at least come close, idk if he's in the right headspace to want that.

#alien stage #alnst #alnst till #replies

[artzychic27]

Akuma Class getting kidnapped, inspired by this video

Marinette: You think you’re scaring me? I face Akumas on a weekly basis, so you ain’t got shit on me! Oh, you’re pulling out a knife now? See my face? You bitches don’t scare me.

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Adrien: Wait, I gotta pee! Can we stop for a moment? These are nice seats and I don’t wanna mess them up. Also, can we get McDonalds? I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Can I get a Happy Meal?! Wait… Never mind, I don’t have to pee.

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Alya: These ropes are too tight! I can’t text on my phone because you guys tied these ropes too tight and they’re cutting off my blood flow! If my hands shrivel up and fall on the floor, it’s on your because you won’t let me text freely.

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Nino: Yo, this music sucks, you got bad taste. At least let me wear my headphones. Why do you want me seeing and listening to my surroundings? What kind of kidnappers are you? Did you even think this through?

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Chloé: After this, I’ll be the kidnapper, because I’m rating this one star. The car is so last year, there’s a stain on the seat, and this music is dreadful. Oh, now you’re pulling out your knife? Did you at least clean it? Ugh, I’ll probably get tetanus or something.

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Sabrina: This car is kind of dirty; how often do you wash it? And those windows are so smudged, so how do you see anything out of them? That’s really dangerous, you know. Also, I noticed one of your tires is a little flat, so you might wanna get that checked out. Can we stop by an auto shop?

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Nathaniel: I’ve only been here for like three minutes, and you kidnappers smell like sweaty feet standing on a moldy-ass bath mat, and I’m gonna throw up all over the seats and floor, and it’s gonna look like that scene from The Exorcist unless you roll down the window and let me throw up outside.

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Alix: *Kicking the kidnapper’s seat* Untighten the ropes. Do it now! Do it now! I can keep doing this because my tiny body is filled with white hot energy! Untighten my ropes! Now! Now! Now! I had coffee earlier! Now!

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Kim: *Breaks free of his ropes* LATER, BEYOTCH! *Opens the door and rolls out* JUMPING NOW!

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Max: Look, kidnap and stab me if you must, but you must now this kidnapping is one of the worst ever. Also, that euro you took out of my pocket is mine, and I would like it back, please and thank you.

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Rose: Hey! You said this was a candy truck! Where’s the candy? I’m suspicious! I’m calling the police! Gimme your phone!

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Juleka: Can you guys adjust your mirrors a bit? I can see your faces, and I don’t feel like getting car sick.

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Myléne: I refuse to get in that van, not only because it’s guzzling gas, but for the fact that there is a hideous stain on that shaggy floor, and I like these pants, thank you.

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Ivan: I am very mad at you guys, right now. As you were shoving me in your car, you hit my head up against the roof of the car, and it still hurts, and if I get a concussion and pass out, that is all on you.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #crack #akuma class #incorrect quotes #no one asked for this #Youtube

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[Joslyn approaches Ivan and Bruno hesitantly, offering a tight smile] Ivan: [whispers] The hell is Ames doin’ here? Bruno: I dunno, but I don’t like it…

Joslyn: I hope I’m not intruding. Bruno: You are. Ivan: Shh-.. ‘sup?

Joslyn: I’m sure you’re aware by now that the feds picked up where you left off-.. we’d like to speak with you both. Just a few questions; I’m helping them piece everything together. Ivan: [scoffs] S’more than y’ever did for us.

Joslyn: You know my hands were tied. Ivan: I s’pose.. what did y’wanna-… Bruno: Unless we’re under arrest, neither of us are answering shit; even then it’d be iffy.

Joslyn: No one’s being arrested, we-… Bruno: Until it fucking suits. Ivan: Okay.. without us answerin’ anythin’, what did y’actually wanna know?

Joslyn: You’re not in trouble, we’re just trying to figure out what happened. I’m willing to bet you could tell us a thing or two… We don’t know how you managed to expose Spencer, for example; and neither does Kian, but you sure do. Ivan: Does the how matter?

Bruno: No, it doesn’t. You can leave now. Joslyn: [sighs] Look.. I know you weren’t involved, but you still know how trafficking works, don’t you? Bruno: No idea…

Joslyn: There’s two sides to every coin; those women ended up somewhere. Who took them, who else is involved? Bruno: You n’ the feds oughta learn how to do your own fucking jobs. Ivan: It’s their job to ask-.. tch, give us a second.

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Ivan: How am I the calm one right now? Bruno: The less we say, the better; why would you trust her? Ivan: She ain’t ever ratted us out, n’ she’s always helped us as best she could-.. despite it being shite.

Bruno: We don’t owe them our story. Ivan: Y’heard her, they just wanna figure out all that other stuff. That was sorta the point, y’know? Bruno: I thought the point was being free?

Ivan: It can’t be both? Bruno: Maybe it can, for you. Ivan: [sighs] You don’t have t’talk to ‘em.

Bruno: Neither should-… Ivan: Ames! Is now a good time? We could follow ya. Joslyn: Oh, sure!

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Ivan: Don’t worry, I’ll be careful what I say. Bruno: I know what you’re like once you start talking. Ivan: [scoffs] C’mon, don’t be grumpy; that’s usually my job.

Bruno: I wouldn’t be grumpy if you weren’t being reckless. Ivan: Well.. y’stole the title of Mr Cautious, what d’ya want from me? Bruno: A little bit of self-preservation wouldn’t go amiss…

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #ivan harper #bruno clarke #joslyn ames #twtrafficking #bruno's patience is being tested 😤 #lmao

[jadetheblueartist]

IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR TEGAN ASK

I feel so bad :( you said it took you three hours and also I had written a huge response and now it’s gone ;-;

Okay so I’m going to rewrite my response but I’m really sorry if I get things wrong since now I can’t review what you sent ;-;

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I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH!!!! And I would love to hear more about their training and life on the ship!

I may be obsessing over Talon and Megan a tad bit…

I love all the possibilities of how they passed the time in the car so much. It would be so awkward at the start and I’m all here for it!! I imagine Talon carried most of the conversation from the beginning until after they really got to know each other. I feel like at the start Talon would just awkwardly try to tell her what has happened to the earth while she was gone in hopes of starting some conversation. I’m imagining the parking lot picnic with them just drinking slushees and eating whatever gas station food seemed good (I’m assuming everything is kind of run down?)

Car karaoke. Oh it would be amazing. Talon trying to find songs Megan likes and trying to get her to sing along, windows rolled down, it’d be such a vibe.

With the race scene I can’t stop picturing the scene from princess bride where they both are rolling down the hill XD

Their relationship is so great, two strangers bonding in a long car ride… oh wait they already knew each other? They were already in love from book one? But Megan’s memory was wiped- WAIT NO THEY WERE IN LOVE AND HER MEMORY WAS WIPED!?!? Okay, okay, it’s fine at least they became close again, just a fresh start nothing to worry about… HER MEMORY WAS WIPED A SECOND TIME!?!? TALON THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (this is so tragic but I love it so much)

Talon nooooo why the tragic backstory ;-; (I love it very much)

Oh and the art? I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! I love Talon’s design!!!!!! The drawing of him saying happy birthday to himself makes me so sad ;-;

Also question time!

Do you have designs for the sci fi ppl? Are they like aliens or just advanced humans chilling in space? Does Talon hide his tattoo? (I love that type of angst so much mhm hidden scars [in this case a tattoo tho]) and you said there was an image limit… could I see those drawing you couldn’t show? Also why is it called Tegan (is it bc Talon + Megan = Tegan…)? That should be all of my questions…

Anyway I absolutely love this story and please feel free to tell me more whenever! (I’d love to hear a lil more about Ivan too)

Again really sorry abt deleting the ask ;-; I hope you have an amazing day though!!

(I feel like I’m forgetting things I wanted to mention but idk)

Oh my I wrote out this whole thing and it deleted it for me hahaha let’s try this again

No worries about deleting the ask it happens hahaha and it doesn’t look like you got anything wrong so yay!

I’m gonna answer this paragraph by paragraph

-IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT and I’m pretty sure I have either the original google doc or a “Megan’s POV” doc that I can look into to give you those details :)

-I’m so glad you’re obsessing so we can be in the same boat

-I’ve been mulling over that car scene for years and somehow you managed to squeeze out even more serotonin for me to devour I thank thee. And I think it’s run down ish, like people are still there but WW3 is kind of happening/ just happened soooo you know

-it would be the vibiest ^^

-I’m so glad you said that bc I couldn’t connect the dots as to what that scene reminded me of but yeah that’s amazing

-IKR the mind wiping rocked my world. My friend was at the point where she was writing the post separation explosion and we were on face time and she casually mentioned “oh you know the cars weren’t the first time they met, right?” I went feral trying to get all the info out of her hahaha

-yes his backstory makes me so sad…

-I’m glad you like the design! It was our group’s “hot guy” design hahaha I’ve tried to make it more individualized to him over the years tho, and that happy birthday one gets me every time (especially since that’s probably how he spent most his birthdays…)

Yay Question Time!

-I believe I could at least get the designs for those people sometime soon. They are just random people who decided to work for big bad (aka the voice, bc they only heard his voice through speakers at first). The voice decided he could make some good money abducting children and forcing them to be assassins so he did that. The government doesn’t know about them bc they hide in space. The few organizations trying to take them down are the only ones who really know about it

-talon has a few different tattoos, the one he got initiated with is a tattoo/ permanent burn so it has to stay covered to protect it, the other is just on his neck and he leaves that one in the open (I can point it out in the pics below)

-and yes! Tegan is the ship name for Talon and Megan (it was that or Melon hahaha)

-Ivan didn’t really have much personality in the oh other than he was angry bc the scientist that snuck into the escape ship was dating his crush, I’ve made some personal modifications to him in my head though making him more protective rather than just angry (he’s also Megan’s cousin) and I just remembered I have a drawing of him? So cue the picture section :)

Picturesssss

Here’s Ivan, the permanent third wheel (he doesn’t know tho)

The first ever drawings of Talon and Megan 😬

Moving on… idk which of these are repeats so lemme know if they are and I could probably substitute them for new pics

And now the og Megan design vs the much needed redraw

Ughhhh the one on the left still haunts me…

I was struck by the limit again so I might reblog this with a few more, idk hahaha

But reading through this ask made me so happy you have no idea (insert the “I don’t normally feel things but that one got through” donnie gif)

Thank you so much and I’ll look into the daily life on the ship and the sci fi guy designs :)

#Tegan #oc #oc story #story lore #lore #oc lore #oc art #jadetheblueposts

[gayferret420]

FUCK IT, CHASE NECROMANCER AU BAYYYBBEEEEEEE

Originally Chase found out about the whole necromancy thing from Moana when Tabatha died for the umpteenth time

Moana taught him how to do it incase something bad happened to Tabatha when she was gone

He started testing it out on small things like toads and lizards and plants

It went well, so he started trying it on bigger things, like dogs, birds and other animals

He got really good at it and desperately wanted to try doing it on a human, but unfortunately getting your hands on a dead body is more difficult than you would think

But with some illegal methods and a few cops getting black eyes, he revived someone! Yippe!

And he DID do it well. Not as well as he does it now, but for his first time? He did amazingly!

Moana did have to fix the person up a little bit, but over all Chase did great!

And after that he started doing it more often, and eventually he got amazing at it.

Like your great great great great grandma who died in the 1930’s? He could bring her back as long as you have the body (which at that point has probably decomposed but yk it’s the thought that counts)

That bag in the fridge that’s labeled Dead Dove: do not eat? Make that Alive Dove: still do not eat

And when he moves to Amber Beach, he starts a business off of that!

He feels bad for charging people for it but have you seen how expensive rent is? And he doesn’t charge as much he probably should for such a service, the highest he’ll go is $3000 dollars, and if its a little kid or pet than he’ll do it for free

And of course, like all things that you desperately want to keep a secret from your friends, they find out

One day, when Chase wasn't there, Shelby burst into the base and slammed a paper down on the table, and told Tyler and Riley about this ad for a necromancy service, and they decided that they would investigate it

So they went to the cemetery (morphed to add intimidation factor) and saw a man digging up a grave

welp that's probably the guy

Shelby walked up to the man and tapped him on the shoulder

“Now what do you think you’re doing, Sir?”

The man replied, “Fuck off Shelby, I’m busy.”

“Chase? W-What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh you know, just my job. Say, you wanna watch me revive this guy?”

“Wait, what? You can actually bring people back to life?”

“Well yeah, I wouldn’t offer the service if I couldn’t do it.”

“Uhm…sure then. Tyler and Riley are here too if you don’t mind them watching.”

“The more the merrier! Plus, now I get to show Riley magic.”

(chase and riley are dating btw. i didn’t know how to put that in sooner lmao)

After a bunch of revival bullshit and dealing with a very violent teenage girl everyone except Chase is pretty shaken up by the whole thing

And the fact that Chase is treating this so casually is not helping

Riley especially, because what do you even do with this information? Suddenly the dead can come back to life as if nothing happened and you just have to deal with that

And on top of all that you learn that your boyfriend has been doing this for months and hasn’t told anyone.

Riley was more concerned than angry since this wasn’t the most legal business and Chase could probably get in a lot of trouble for it

And also you know. Digging up corpses and seeing horribly mangled bodies every day probably isn’t good for the psyche

Plus not being afraid of death could possibly lead to some dangerous decisions (which it has and will)

So overall Riley is cautiously supportive while also wondering about the morals of bringing back the dead

Tyler is freaking out about it but in a “This is SO COOL DUDE!” way

And Shelby is also freaking out about it in the way you expect for someone to freak out about it

But in the end everyone is kinda on board with it at least a little bit

And they decide not to tell the other rangers because they don’t want Ivan to burn Chase at the steak because of witchcraft

And this is probably a bit much for Koda

And they don’t feel like dealing with Kendall

And there is more but this post is long as fuck so I might make another one about it

also if you want me to scream about this and other AU’s and just chiley in general to you directly feel free to dm me I need more friends

#necromancer #power rangers #power rangers dino charge #chase randall #do i tag this as #chiley #cuz there is chiley in it #but it’s not major #sorry that this is so long #but also i’m not sorry #necromancy au #I’m so wacky #this is insane #but it’s mine #sorry if this is incoherent #I got like 3 hours of sleep last night #jsnhsbshui

[hold-him-down]

Either 9 and/or 14 for the ask game please ! Stuck in an elevator + losing something valuable ✨️

Lock a few of your characters in a broken elevator from this ask game

The elevator screeches to a stop somewhere between the 11th and 12th floor of Capitol Place, which is particularly inconvenient because it’s midday rush, and so it’ll take a few minutes for maintenance to come and free him.

Luke’s annoyance comes out in an tense huff of air, at the same time that a man, full suit and thick Russian accent says, “This fucking thing,” and pushes the call button no less than fourteen times.

“I think we’re stuck,” Luke says lightly as he texts Leo about missed lunch. 

The man levels a particularly icy gaze on him. “No shit.” His accent is more pronounced, with a pause between each word. 

Luke waits a beat and then smiles. Lovely.

He busies himself by looking down at the pictures Leo sends back to back of a singular duck he spotted carrying a stick that had to be 3x its length. He can feel the man’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t look up.

“You are Senator Bennett?” the man says then, and Luke puts his phone away. 

He recognizes the man immediately, the patriarch of a big mob family that mostly runs out of Maryland. Which, if he’s going to be stuck in an elevator, of course it would be with this man.

“And you’re Mr. Petrov?” Luke extends his hand and Petrov takes it, shaking it, then holding on a little too hard. “What brings you all the way out here?”

The man smiles, genuine, and shakes his head. “You would not fucking believe me if I told you,” he says then.

Luke takes the bait, squinting into the camera in the corner. “Try me.” He keeps his voice casual.

“If you insist,” Petrov responds. He clasps his hands together, the former agitation completely wiped from his features, replaced now with a look that could only be described as undiluted glee. It’s a little bit alarming, and makes the hairs on Luke’s arms stand up.

A sound whirrs as the elevator begins to power back up.

“You have something that belongs to me,” Petrov says then. “And I came to see about getting it back.”

Luke’s heart skips, and he stares straight ahead.

“Is that a fact,” he says. And he knows, as well as he knows his own hand, he knows to what Ivan Petrov refers. 

Ivan smiles again. 

“Has he been a good–”

“I say this, not as a threat, but as a promise,” Luke interrupts him. His voice is deadly, his gaze fixed at the elevator doors. “I don’t know who you’re paying off to keep things under control, but I have power, too. Stay away from me, and stay away from Leo, or I will use every bit of favor I have with every person in this country to end your, and your family’s, operation.”

He doesn’t say what he’ll really do, but it lingers in the silence between them as the door opens.

“Tsk, tsk, Senator Luca. I did not intend to strike a nerve. On the contrary–” Ivan steps out of the elevator, and Luke clutches his phone tightly in his hand “–I just wanted to introduce myself. Please, give Leo my regards, and tell him I miss him desperately,” he says. “And, if you would, please let him know I look forward to his return.” Luke takes a step toward him just as he retreats into the office of Senator Jacobs, of Maryland.

#all ivan needs read in russian mafia accent #idk if this is canon or fanon idk idk #some years later #these have been a good time #only one more in the ask box #btw i dont give any fucks what capitol place is currently used for #in 100 years it's used for senate folks

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 35: The Risk of D.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Miss.” Shanks beams as he bows a little. “Good to see you on your own two feet already.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “A little birdie told me.” He says, looking over at Marco.

When the van reached the small port town the brothers had gone to work. You’d been surprised to see Shanks, of all people, but Marco wasn’t. Ivan had done a lot of the coordinating, and Shanks was in town already. As Marco explained, he wasn’t technically a pirate anymore, but Shanks was the most experienced sailor at Lvneel, so he wasn’t surprised that was who Ivan had found.

Shanks, as well, had a reason to see things through. According to the man himself, Teach had given him the scars over his eye.

“When the world changed, I really thought he’d settle down.” Shanks says, bringing you below deck on the small vessel, and offering you a place to sit. “Instead it’s come to this.”

“Are you,” you start, but stop, unsure of how to ask him if he’s going to get involved in what’s, by definition, a murder.

“Going to help?” He prompts. You can feel that steel gaze on you from behind long crimson locks, but you don’t try to meet it. You’re still not sure where you stand, and until you open the Library, you don’t think you’ll know. “No. It’s a family matter.” He answers, looking away.

“Now, if things go sideways, I’m not going to leave it be, but I don’t see that happening.” He adds, giving you a wink as he leaves the room.

You stayed put, not just because you were sore and tired, but also because you figured you’d just get in the way. At least while everyone was doing whatever it was people did to set sail. The most you knew about boats were all the different ways you used to be able to reach the galley on the Moby.

There’s a steady lurch in the ship as it breaks away from the pier. The toss of the waves is a little alarming at first, you don’t remember it being so pronounced last time, but this caravel’s a fraction of the size of the other ship.

After a few minutes the door opens and Marco smiles at you.

“Want to come out on the deck?” He asks, stepping into the room. “It’s beautiful out, and we won’t be on the ship for too long.”

Looking from him to the door and back, concern crosses your face. “It’s… a small ship.”

“We won’t capsize.” He reassures you, kneeling down before you. “I won’t let you fall into the ocean, pretty bird, I promise, yoi.” One hand twines with yours, the other caresses your cheek. "But if you want to stay in here, I’ll stay with you.”

You can feel the heat rushing to your face and cover it with your hands. A strangled groan of frustration escapes you and you reach out and grab Marco’s shirt collar, shaking him a little.

“You’re killing me.” You grumble, pulling him close enough to kiss his forehead. “But thank you for trying to distract me.”

Bright blue eyes look into yours, and his face is calm as it always is. You can see the faint lines of worry creasing here and there, but he’s keeping his expression neutral. “It’s going to be okay, no matter what happens.”

“… Have you… Have you ever?” You can’t get the last few words out, but Marco’s eyes stay steady on yours.

He nods, looking away in memory before looking back at you. “Not even the saints were saints, and clashes between pirates and marines were always violent.”

“But… like this?”

He reaches out, relief on his face when you don’t flinch, and gives you a sad smile. “No, my love, never like this before. We never knew betrayal before Teach.”

Marco stayed with you in the small cabin, letting you rest while the ship sailed. He got you out of the chair long enough to get you in his lap, but he just had you rest against him while he ran his fingers soothingly along your hair and back.

There wasn’t much said between the two of you, but the commotion out on deck caught your attention. Marco led you to the deck, staying nearby - not that he had much of a choice, you had most of a death grip on his shirt.

It wasn’t fear of the ocean so much as fear of falling in it. You might not use your devil fruit much at all, but that didn’t mean you weren’t aware of the pitfalls from it. It didn’t take long for you to be completely distracted from the concerns of the ocean, however.

The clear sky brought with it a warm sun, and the sound of the caravel cutting through the small waves was soothing in its own way. What was mesmerizing, however, was watching the other people on the small ship move around.

Shanks slipped through rigging and rails as though he had extra arms, instead of being down one. Izou was graceful from the moment you’d met him, but he seemed even more at ease on the softly rocking boat than on dry land. Jozu moved as if the waves were nothing to fear, and Vista was yawning at the helm.

There were two memories that stayed with you, years after the events on Drop Island. The first was when Marco transformed entirely. The teal-blue flames, the gold that licked at the edges of the fire that made his feathers and wings, the long ringed tail feathers, that glimmered in the sunlight.

The markings around his eyes, and the way his tattoo stayed with him were surprising to you. The Phoenix in your books had no such markings, and other small details were different, but none of it mattered.

He was beautiful.

The soft ruffle of fire against your cheek as he nuzzled you, urging you onto his back so he could take you ashore himself. The comforting warmth, the surety with which he flew, and the feel of each beat of his wings. All of it was engraved in your memory as much as your heart.

You wanted him to change again, somewhere safe, somewhere that was just the two of you. You wanted to commit every detail of this part of him into your memory, learn every curve and flicker. You wanted to be able to admire all sides of him when there wasn’t such a terrible darkness looming over everything.

Marco circled the beach an extra time or two you were sure, letting the others come ashore, and delighting at the feeling of your fingers buried in the warm fiery comfort of his feathers. No one pointed it out when he landed, everyone understood why.

Everyone gave you space once it was time. No one rushed you to do something you’d spent most of your life keeping secret. Instead they only promised that the skies and horizon were clear, that there wasn’t anyone around to be able to see what you were doing.

With time to focus you were able to manifest the doors to the library on the beach. It was easier to open the doors against a flat surface, like a floor or wall, but with a little time you could effectively build the frame work where ever you wanted, and bring the doors in that way.

Izou and Vista stood beside you, and Izou had a hand on your shoulder, ready to throw you out of Teach’s reach if he tried to pull you into the library with his devil fruit. Marco and Jozu were nearby, ready to move in, or support depending on what state Teach was in. Ace was a bit further back, ready to catch you and fill his protector role, but none of that was needed.

All the meticulous planning.

All the possibilities.

Everything you could have expected, and none of it matched up.

A small mountain of books was gathered in the open area you’d created the doors by. It was the part of the library you were most comfortable with, so you knew it was where you’d deposited Teach. He hadn’t wandered far, but he’d apparently gathered, read, and organized an alarming number of books in the few hours he’d been in this space.

It hadn’t even been a full twenty four hours.

Yet, in the midst of the pile of the books was Teach.

Unmoving.

Cold.

Dead.

His skin was a sickly grey, desiccated and gone entirely in large patches. What was left of his skin one his face was pulled into a wide smile. Your legs nearly buckled at the sight, but you managed to keep your feet.

Marco, Jozu, and Ace came closer, looking into the library one after the other.

“By the seas.” Izou swore softly.

“What happened?” Vista murmured.

You stepped forward, a few hands moving toward you, but none of them ended up stopping you. Once you stepped into the Library you knew. It was as it always was. The Library gave you knowledge. Within the space you could read everything, and you knew what book you needed for what knowledge you craved. The minute your feet hit the stone floor you knew.

You turned and looked back at everyone else. “The Library is mine. I decide who enters, and who leaves. I decide who can read, and who can’t.” You turn toward Teach, but move your gaze back to Marco before you turn far enough to see the dead man again. “Without my permission, it seems there’s a price.”

“… The Library really did eat him.” Marco murmurs, stepping forward and through the doors.

You nod. “It’s more that Teach fed himself to the Library. He… he knew the cost. The Library wouldn’t condone ignorance.”

The others step inside and they carefully make their way over to Teach. The brothers collect their wayward sibling, carrying him out of the Library, while Marco stays by your side. Once they’re outside you walk over to the books piled up around where Teach had been.

You skim the titles, making some sense of what drove him as the Library provides you summaries. You pale a little, leaning against a stack of books and letting out a shuddering breath.

“… What was he reading?”

Looking up at Marco, you look over at the doors and pull them shut. He doesn’t even flinch at the sound of the doors closing, the heavy sound of it is light compared to everything else. Instead, his eyes shift over the spines of books piled nearby.

You breathe in deep, trying to steady your own twisting stomach. “He found books on…” Pausing you try not to wretch. Years of hiding, certain knowledge was still enough to send your anxiety rocketing. “The void century, ah, information on the One Piece, and… and I think he was,” you stop again, feeling dizzy from the overwhelming understanding of what Teach was going for. You lived your entire life with a bulls-eye on your back, and carefully avoided anything that could make it worse, but Teach had dove into such knowledge without a second thought.

Marco’s hand is on your back soothingly.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it.”

You shake your head. “I think he was trying to blackmail the World Government.”

“… To what end?” Marco murmurs but you just shrug.

“He… He died, before he could find enough information.” You admit. “I’d have to sit and read these properly to really know, but…” You start pointing. “These eight books here are all about the Void Century, specifically just one kingdom, and these over here are about the equations for the magnetic pull of the Grandline islands, so you can navigate them without a log pose. These books are about the production of the ponegylphs and the language used. Four of these are about devil fruits. There’s twelve more history books, and… I don’t think he made it to that stack there.” You say finally, pointing to a few books that had been nearest Teach.

“And the cost?”

“A year of life.” You explain, looking around at the books. “Per… per book. He read,” you count quickly. “Fifty-three books.”

“That would’ve made him ninety-three, yoi.” Marco mumbles the words a little before his eyes go wide. “How’d he read that many books so fast?”

“Showing is better than saying.” You reply, looking around and finding a book. Handing it to Marco, you give him a reassuring smile. “You have permission to read anything in here, no charge.”

Marco takes the book, and as he opens the cover he understands. Holding it open, the pages turn for him. He looks at each page for just a couple seconds before it moves onto the next, the pages nearly fluttering by. After just a few minutes, the last page turns and Marco looks up at you a little dumbfounded.

Taking the book from his hands you smile. “Almost three-hundred pages in under ten minutes.” You put the book back on the shelf. “Even if he was reading from books double that length, in an hour he would’ve read four, and in twelve hours, forty-eight. Once you get into a groove, though, it goes even faster, and the Library doesn’t care about length, the cost is the same.” You explain, running your finger over a few titles that were short.

You watch Marco’s eyes flit over the books stacked up in a strange monument to his brother.

“He was close, yoi.” He says after a few moments. “Whatever he was aiming for.”

You nod. “I don’t think he would’ve risked the last six otherwise.”

The weight of the last twenty four hours sits heavy between you. For a long moment neither of you say anything, still in the quiet library as you struggle to process the revelation. Whether for his own gain or not, it seemed as though Teach was trying to empower revolution.

To finish what Roger started, and change the world to one that was truly free? Or to hustle his way onto the empty throne and create a world power he held the reins on?

It was hard to say, based on what you knew of him. Teach’s actions toward you were only enough for you to understand he was willing to make sacrifices for his goals - not what those goals were. You couldn’t say that he would be better or worse than the government you currently had, but even if you had known before now, you weren’t willing to give your life for his cause.

Certainly not with how he had “asked”.

You couldn’t help the small guilt that nipped at you, however. There had to be a way that would’ve worked for everyone involved. If you had only-.

“An issue for another day.” Marco declares quietly, breaking your swirling thoughts. “C’mon, mi cielo, let’s go home.”

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pineapple #modern au

[novaqueenofmadness]

We just got a letter, wonder who it’s from ♪

summary: A letter for the Darkling is hand delivered to him and it comes with a guest. nice

warnings: i was sleep deprived, mentioned character death, he’s a bit sad

a/n: i’m sleepy, also supposedly “dushen’ka” means darling. if it doesn’t and i’ve been duped pls lmk

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･' ★'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

The Darkling didn’t always get much free time to walk the halls in Little Palace and just admire the walls he’d helped build and decorate. Or well to be honest he didn’t let himself get that free time, not as of recently at least. He’d been making sure to drown himself in work, plans, schemes, reports, kvas, training regiments. The likes you know. Currently, he’d wandered into the training grounds, not there to judge or assess the Grisha training, simply looking nowhere in particular, his thoughts clouding his mind but not allowing himself to think about one thing for too long before thinking of something else. Lost in his head, and with the background noise of the Grisha training,The Darkling didn’t notice Fedyor approach him.

“Moi Soverenyi, you’ve a guest that says they need to meet with you urgently.” He seemed a bit jumpy, distracted, almost lost in thought himself.

Not wanting his few moments of welcomed relaxation to be interrupted, The Darkling paid Fedyor’s seemingly unsettled mien no mind.

“I’ve no meetings scheduled for today, and have no desire for any, much less spontaneous ones.” With the matter over and done with, The Darkling was already walking away, ready to continue his walk to nowhere.

Quickly following and attempting to keep up with his General’s long but now seemingly quick strides Fedyor caught up and quickly but firmly advised, “General, forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I truly believe you should see to this guest.” Why, he was making this supposedly urgent meeting seem…urgent.

Sighing, his first peaceful walk in months completely ruined and a mysterious guest he now may have to deal with at hand, The Darkling stopped and promptly assessed Fedyor’s distracted self just barely lifting a brow at him.

“Who is it?”

“Wh- I’m not sure General”

“You’re not sure?” Chin slightly dipping down and head tilting the smallest degree now that the irritation The Darkling had been beginning to feel was being accompanied by some confusion.

“I- Well...” quickly composing himself, clearing his throat and straightening out, Fedyor continued,” a person showed up at the front gates and asked the oprichnik stationed there to let them in, that they just had to see you-“

“and they just let them through?”

“They’d begun making a commotion, Ivan who was passing by intervened, they-“ as if just remembering, Fedyor began fumbling with the inside pocket on his kefta, pulling a sealed letter from within, ” gave him this letter, insisting on meeting with you General.” His volume getting softer while handing said envelope to the Darkling.

Looking at the letter the seal stamped on the flap wasn’t anything remarkable or of any prominence , just a ring with no crest. Turning the letter over however, one could see a word written on it.

Dushen’ka

The Darkling felt his heart skip a couple beats, the letter in his hand barely visibly shaking. “Did they say anything more? Where’d the letter come from who gave it to them? Anything?”

He felt breathless. He’d spent days, weeks, months just trying to continue living, continue moving forwards. He couldn’t lose himself, he’d lost you, but not the goal the two of you had been working for. A future for Grisha, no longer with you, but one he would make sure remembered you. You’d been attached to Aleksander’s side since he became General Kirigan for King Pyotr, known him for longer. No, you weren’t there for the beginning of the Fold, that was Luda, you came much later when he was just some nobleman, laying low waiting for his last death to become old news. You were Grisha, a Durast with a good understanding of your Small Science, but not a very good one on private property. Aleksander had found you sneaking about his estate looking for things to steal and resell in order to make money. He’d caught you red handed. The rest was history. You’d known each other since, through many names, and outliving many kings. Aleksander, enjoying your company, made sure you had amplifiers, knowledge and training that would ensure you continued to exist with him. You’d fallen in love with him, maybe two kings before the current one. Aleksander can’t recall when he fell for you but he knows it was long before you had. And just like that…he lost you.

To drüskelle, too close to the fold. You were unaccompanied, on a secret mission to retrieve information from a spy that was to meet you in Ulensk, a settlement relatively close to the Fjerda border. But they were followed and the two of you alone weren’t enough to fight them. Instead of taking you to the Ice Court, and dragging you all the way to Fjerda they opted to incapacitate you and throw you into the edge of the Fold, let you take your chances with the Volcra. You’d been murdered, Aleksander was devastatingly aware of it. It had been months since then, nearly a year now, the Darkling just managing keeping himself together.

This letter, the simple endearment written on the face of it made him want to drop on his knees and cry his dark little shrivelled up heart out. It was your writing, the one you’d write documents alongside him with, the one on your endless lists of all sorts of things, the one on the love letters you’d leave for him to find. Your sharp d rounded u, squiggly s, cursive h connected to your e and n, your sharp k and rounded a with the small spacing between the en and ‘ ka that made the space seem slightly off but just right, the whole word just barely slanted. He hadn’t couldn’t look at a piece of your writing without wanting to lay in your room covered with a mountain of all your clothes and just cry. Everything that was yours rested behind the locked doors of the room you’d only use for hobbies as you’d mostly just be in Aleksander’s own. The only thing of yours not behind those doors was the soft satin robe you’d taken off that morning and absentmindedly rested on the side of a bookcase in his room. He couldn’t bear to move it. It's the one you’d wear every night and hated when he moved it around because then you’d have to take extra time finding it before bed.

Swallowing heavily, feeling as if a snake had contracted itself around his throat, the Darkling blinked rapidly bringing himself out of his rushed thoughts. He hadn’t heard what Fedyor had answered but it didn’t matter he’d get the answers himself.

“Where’s the guest?”

“Ah, right, yes, in the war room. Ivan is standing guard right outside the door.” Fedyor nearly stumbled with his words. He’d known you, was good friends with you, helped you make your nonsensical lists, and time and time again come across your love letters to the Darkling which he’d left alone because everyone knew you’d left them at random places for the Darkling to find himself. He knew it was your handwriting when he saw it.

“Very well, I’ll see to the guest.” Just barely choking his words out, the Darkling set off to the war room, Fedyor quiet but almost just as anxious following. “Did they say anything else?”

“No, just came in and sat down once Ivan let them through, I was passing by when they’d sat down and Ivan was closing the door asking me to get you moi soverenyi” His tone was soft and a little out of breath, trying to catch up with his General. The two quickly made it to the door of the war room where one confused looking Ivan stood. He was staring at the ground, his hands in front of him and his face twisted in concentration.

“Ivan”

Jumping, hands now to his side and looking up, Ivan greeted the General. “Moi soverenyi”

“The guest waiting inside hasn’t said anything else?” The Darkling was mostly asking as a formality and to buy time preparing himself before going in, who knows what this person could tell him.

“No sir, they’ve just been waiting, quietly…very quietly. Haven’t said anything else and don’t really answer any other questions I’ve asked” Ivan looked to concentrate again for a second on nothing but then shook his head and looked back at the General.

“Anything else before I begin my meeting?” The Darkling had a feeling Ivan was thinking much about something besides the handwriting on the letter and was attempting to figure something out.

Taking a moment to consider it Ivan took a small breath in, “they’re very quiet…too quiet.I- well I can’t seem to feel them sir.” Yes it sounded silly but Ivan had been trying to feel them out in case they ran or were snooping around the room. However he just felt nothing, like they weren’t even there. Ivan had to look into the room multiple times to make sure they were still sitting in the same chair they’d been on since they came in.

Thinking for an explanation at this moment was the last thing on the Darkling’s mind, so he settled for the simple excuse, “you’re probably just tired Ivan, you had a mission last night and haven’t properly rested since you came back.” Dismissively pretty unfocused on his response. It was a plausible explanation that the three men were willing to accept. With a nod, Ivan opened the door for the General and closed it behind him after he entered.

Sitting on a chair at the end of the room by his desk that was covered with maps and documents was his guest. A figure wrapped in a cloak that seemed to swallow them whole. Their hands tucked on their lap covered by said cloak, their face also hidden beneath the shadows of it. They’d barely turned from their leant forward position, perhaps looking at one of the maps before them.

“Who gave you this letter?” Our General, always straight to the point when it matters.

The figure’s shoulder shook a bit, it looked like they chuckled but no sound was made besides a small exhale. “Have you read it?” Their voice quiet but raspy seemed to echo in the quiet room. There was a faint familiar something about the voice but the General couldn’t put his finger on it, and he had more pressing things to focus on.

“No, I have not” the Darkling was making his way towards the figure in quick paces, “I want to know how it came to be in your possession” he was feeling frustrated, upset, sad, devastated.

Had you known you were going to die on that mission and wrote to him before you’d gone and left a letter for someone to give him? Was the letter even yours and he was just deluding himself into believing the handwriting was yours? Who was this person? Did they know you? Did they help murder you and got this letter off your body before it was thrown into the Fold? Aleksander, as strong willed and patient as he is, was at his wits’ end right now. Anything that had to do with you these last couple of months would send him off. Many others could attest to that.

Not giving his guest a second to answer Aleksander continued to get closer and increasingly more frustrated, “Did they give it to you? Did you know them? How long have you had this with you?” Finally in front of the hooded figure Aleksander grabbed them by their upper arms and harshly shook them “Who are you?” his voice choked and his eyes misty.

The hood fell and again, the Darkling felt like he could stop breathing, drop to his knees and just weep. “Have you read my letter dushen’ka?” Your voice was raspy but it was soft and to Aleksander it sounded like the sweetest melody he’d heard in all his life. A songbird in the sunrise of a rainy morning, gently waking up those around it with a soft tune that felt like honey to your ears.

“Milaya moya” Now very much choked up, and very much falling to his knees Aleksander felt he wouldn’t ever be able to let go of your cold cold hands.

// bonne nuit

#the darkling #aleksander morovoza #general kirigan #shadow and bone #the darkling x reader #aleksander x reader #aleksander morozova #black heretic #ben barnes #the darkling x y/n #the darkling x you #the black heretic

[ivantillz]

stronger together;

alnst, ivantill, 2.3k, chapter 2/? ivantill are both saved during round 6 but ivan is injured read chapter 1 here

Till sat with Ivan for the rest of the evening, though neither of them said much. Oddly, he didn’t mind. It was comforting, actually, to just relax and bask in silence without the underlying fear of what tomorrow would bring.

At some point, they were visited by Hyuna – she introduced herself, a formality if anything because Till had heard about her. He wondered if Ivan had, too. There was no way to tell because he didn’t respond or react at all while she talked, explaining their plans.

At the end, she paused and looked at Till with an unspoken question. He swallowed, already knowing what she was asking without needing to hear it.

“I can’t,” he said. He didn’t look at Ivan, though he wasn’t sure why. “I want to stay with him.”

He don’t know what he expected. A fight, maybe, for her to push back. But she didn’t; she simply smiled. “Okay. We’ll need every bit help we can get – ” He wondered if she would say something, then, but she just continued breezily “ – which unfortunately means I’m not sure how many people we can leave behind to aid either of you if you find yourselves needing anything.”

Till felt relief bloom and spread through his chest. “We’ll be okay on our own,” he said, and felt like he meant it.

“Okay,” she said again. She was nicer – far less intimidating – than he had imagined upon hearing the rumors. “I’ll have someone bring you two food in a few minutes. I’ll also show you where the kitchen is before we get started, so you can feed yourselves.”

He realized, then, that he had never really had to feed himself. He suspected the same could be said for Ivan. While the food the aliens provided had been disgusting, it had been edible. Enough to sustain them.

With a last nod, Hyuna left the room. Till finally chanced a look at Ivan. He didn’t look mad, exactly, but he didn’t exactly look happy. His lips were pressed together firmly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked before he could think better of it. If he had just given it a little more thought, he probably could’ve put the pieces together himself.

Ivan let out a huff of air, eyes dropping to his legs. They were still covered with the blanket; Till hadn’t seen them yet. “She didn’t even extend the offer to me.”

“Well, I mean. You’re, you know.” He gestured vaguely.

If he was smarter, he would’ve shut up, because the feeling of Ivan’s gaze on him – dark and angry – was like a knife through his heart. “Because I’m useless now, then?”

Till hadn’t meant it like that. He hadn’t even been thinking, to be fair. He shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“It’s not about you not being useful,” he said, trying to think a little more carefully. “I’m sure she just doesn’t want you hurting yourself even more.”

Ivan stared at him for a moment longer before looking away. He didn’t say anything. Till wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or not.

He was aware they hadn’t been taught a lot. The aliens only ever taught them about singing, really. In the past, that was the least of his concerns. He didn’t care if he didn’t know much about the world, he just wanted to be free. But now, sitting here in silence that was no longer comfortable, he wished he had been taught how to comfort another person.

Till hadn’t had much time for that, after all, especially regarding Ivan. They had fought most of the time, even if it had been playful and lighthearted at times.

Well, he knew one thing he should do. Mizi had even asked it of him.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, not quite brave enough to try meeting Ivan’s gaze again. “They’ll be dropping food off soon,” he repeated, like Ivan hadn’t also been in the room. He winced, cursing himself internally. “Um. You haven’t been eating much since you woke up, right?”

He heard a grunt, assumed that was answer enough.

“Do you feel sick?” he asked, finally mustering up the courage to look his way again.

Ivan was already staring back. Somehow, that wasn’t surprising. Till was starting to think if he had paid more attention, before, he would’ve noticed Ivan watching him a lot more. After a long moment, he finally shook his head.

“Okay.” Till couldn’t tell if he should be relieved or not. He was glad he didn’t feel sick, but that meant whatever was causing his lack of appetite was probably a little – or a lot – more complicated.

Before he could even attempt to push the conversation further, the door swung open with a loud clank and no warning. Till hoped neither of them noticed how he jumped a little. He didn’t recognize the man; he was sure he would’ve remembered him, too, with that scar on his face.

“Here,” he said, handing a tray over to Till. There wasn’t much on it; just two small bowls of stew, spoons already set in them. While the portion was small, the smell was incredible.

Till gave what he hoped was a believable enough smile. “Thank you.”

With a nod, the man slipped out of the room as quickly as he had come. Till wondered if he was usually nicer, just too busy to linger or force pleasantries. He supposed it didn’t matter either way.

For a moment, he just sat there on the edge of Ivan’s bed, letting the smell build and waft around the room. He hoped, maybe, that would kickstart Ivan’s appetite. Finally, he twisted around and set the tray down on the bed carefully. “You should eat,” he said, taking one of the bowls. It was hot, but not burning. Weirdly comforting. He cradled it in his hands as he looked up to meet Ivan’s eyes. “I know you don’t want to, but you won’t recover as well if you don’t.”

He was surprised – pleasantly so – when Ivan didn’t argue and just took the bowl. Their fingers brushed for just a few seconds but it was enough to make a shiver dance down his spine. It wasn’t a bad sensation, really, just new. Different. He had touched Ivan a million times, before, but it had never felt quite like that.

The kiss had been new, too. He had dreamed of it, before, kissing Mizi but he had never done it. With her, or anyone. He wondered suddenly if Ivan had. He wondered, too, if he would care if he had. It wasn’t like he had a right to be jealous.

Sitting back, Till grabbed his bowl of soup and gently sipped from the edge. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Ivan stirred the spoon around in the bowl a few times before setting it aside.

He hadn’t taken a single bite. He probably thought Till hadn’t been watching or even cared enough to notice.

“You haven’t even touched your food,” he said, trying to keep his tone light.

Ivan eyed him. “I did,” he lied, a little too easily.

Till suppressed a smile. “No,” he said. “You didn’t.” Without waiting for a reply, he leaned across Ivan and grabbed his discarded bowl of stew. It was still warm, thankfully. “I don’t know why you’re not eating,” he continued after a pause, meeting his eyes briefly, “but do you mind if I try something?”

“I have a suspicion you would still try even if I said no,” he replied, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

And that was enough permission for Till. Getting a decent scoop of the stew, he scooted a little further up the bed and extended his arm. By the time the spoon was nearing Ivan’s mouth, his eyes had widened a bit. Till bit back a huff of laughter.

“You’re kidding me,” he said. Notably, he didn’t shove him away though and that seemed promising.

Till let himself crack a small smile. “Open up.”

“You are not feeding me.” This time, his voice was a little harder. “I messed up my leg, not my arm. I’m perfectly capable of eating on my own.”

Till might’ve given up, before, but he was starting to realize some things about Ivan. “I’m not trying to imply you aren’t,” he said, slow and even, “but doing it this way would ease some of my own concerns, is all.”

He almost felt bad, twisting the situation like that, but he knew it was his best chance. And he was right; Ivan glared at him for a second longer before sighing heavily. “Fine. But only this once.”

He tried not to seem too excited. “Thank you,” he said, surprised by how much he meant it. It hadn’t been a lie, he realized, he really would be more at ease this way, knowing for a fact Ivan was eating properly. He really did need to, if he wanted to heal.

Not wanting to drag it out, mostly out of the fear Ivan would change his mind, he quickly fed him the first bite. He was only able to feed him a few more spoonfuls before Ivan was turning away, a displeased twist to his mouth.

This time, he opted to believe him. He hadn’t been eating much, after all, so he didn’t want to push it and make him sick.

He quickly finished his own bowl, suddenly realizing how hungry he really was. Ivan didn’t say anything as he ate. Once he was done, he placed the bowls together on the tray and set it by the door.

Till wasn’t sure how much time passed but at some point he looked up and noticed Ivan had drifted off, his head tilting at a slightly awkward angle against the stained pillow.

Standing up slowly, careful not to disturb him, he gently reached up and adjusted the pillow, just enough so hopefully he wouldn’t wake up with a sore neck. Once he was satisfied, he walked to the door and picked up the tray. Now was the hard part – slowly, inch by inch, he forced the door open. Thankfully, it wasn’t as loud as before and a quick glimpse at Ivan confirmed he was still asleep.

Till slipped out through the door and shut it behind him.

“Oh, good – ”

He startled, spinning around. He relaxed when he saw it was just Hyuna.

“I was just on my way to talk to you two.”

Till glanced at the door and back again. “He’s sleeping right now. Anything you tell me, I can tell him later.”

He wasn’t sure why he felt a little unsettled – a little too seen – by the way she smiled at him, tilting her head a little.

“We decided to leave one of our healers behind,” before he could protest, she was lifting a hand, stopping him before he could even get a word out, “I know you think being selfless means being stupid but he needs proper care, even with you here. She won’t bother either of you more than necessary but if he wants any hope of using that leg again, he needs help from someone a little more qualified than you.”

Till clutched the tray, hard, but didn’t object.

“It’ll be good for us, too, to have someone back here in case anything goes wrong and our healers on site are taken out.”

That absolved a bit of the guilt, even though he knew it was a lie just to comfort him.

“But she’s all we can afford. We need numbers on our side, so like I said before, I’ll show you the kitchen. Storage. You’ll both be on your own, and –” She paused, narrowing her eyes. Till felt a shiver down his spine and he wasn’t even sure why. He hadn’t done anything, had he?

“He’ll need you,” she continued finally, “I don’t know him very well but I know what he’s going through, well, it isn’t easy. And there will be bad days. If you aren’t committed to helping him through this, tell me now. I’ll find someone else to stay here and you can go in their place.”

Till bristled, standing a little taller. “You think a random stranger would be more comforting at his side right now than me?”

“You could certainly comfort him better,” she agreed, “but that also means you could hurt him worse.”

He opened his mouth, ready to argue, but realized he had nothing to say for once. She was right. He couldn’t treat this like a problem to be solved. Like if he waited long enough, Ivan would just be okay again. It wasn’t that simple and he knew it. But he also knew he wanted to do this.

He wanted to be here when Ivan needed someone. The realization wasn’t nearly as daunting as it might’ve felt even just a few days ago.

“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. It was just one word but felt a lot heavier. Stepping forward, she reached up and squeezed his shoulder, just the edge of too hard. “I hope we return but if we don’t, stay as long as you need. We have enough food here to last three people for probably a year, if you ration well.”

Till swallowed, once. “I just really want to be free.” He didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed or ashamed about the way his voice shook just a little.

Hyuna’s smile was warm, a stark contrast to the intensity he had seen from her earlier. “Leave that to us, okay, kid?” Any other time, he would’ve argued. He wasn’t a kid, after all, wasn’t sure he ever really had been, not the way he was supposed to be. But he was just too tired. “Come on,” she patted his arm. “I’ll show you where everything is and introduce you to Kara, the healer.”

#alnst #alien stage #ivantill #alnst ivan #alnst till #ivantill fic #alnst fic #mywriting #stronger together

[gingerbreadmonsters]

echo and... gavin??

ok so this is incredibly outlandish and doesn’t really have a huge amount of supporting evidence in canon that isn’t entirely circumstantial, but i think it’s cool and a fun idea to play with - plus, i have a wip based on this premise and i wanna lay the groundwork for that bc it’s a pretty mad concept if you’re not expecting it lol

so, i think about the imperium a lot - probably more than is normal or healthy - and i especially like to think about that one meme that erik posted on patreon just in the wake of cataclysm:

now, in all seriousness, it’s just a low quality meme that was probably made in about 5 minutes and just for fun, so i doubt it has any actual meaning - but i would like to propose a world where this meme is actually one of the most significant lore drops we’ve had yet!

in short, just go with me for a minute here - i would like to propose a world where gavin and echo are the same person.

we tend to treat a lot of these characters like real people with free will and agency, but they’re not - both on a meta level and inside the narrative itself. there’s a creator, and a larger narrative at play! even from echo’s very first introduction, he makes it clear that he exists as an independent, self-aware character - he’s emphatically NOT an impartial narrator, and while he certainly implies that he’s omnipotent and omniscient, it’s not clear whether he actually is, or where the real extent of his abilities and knowledge lies.

interestingly, he’s also both aware of AND separate from ‘Redacted’ (i.e. erik, canonising himself within his own universe) - he’s highly conscious that the events taking place aren’t real, and that he has some degree of control over the narrative. presumably, echo and ‘Redacted’ exist on the same level of reality in this universe - i.e. outside of it, but aware of what’s going on in there and able to change it.

ok, cool, but what does this have to do with gavin?

also, it’s a little bit weak, but go back and have a listen to echo’s playlist - don’t you think he speaks a lot like gavin (specifically early gavin, when he’s still all arrogant and whatever)? maybe this is just because they’re both being written by the same person, and their characters are just quite similar, but the resemblance is definitely there. circumstantial evidence, yes, but it’s worth mentioning.

to be honest, echo’s actually a little bit… strange?? when it comes to gavin?? he talks about him quite weirdly - the most obvious example for me is in ‘The Deal’, where he says:

it’s always struck me as a bit strange that echo SPECIFICALLY chooses gavin and fl to cross over with ivan and baby - and yes, i realise that there was probably an irl reason for this, but just go with it a bit longer! it’s likely that it was just pragmatism on erik’s part, of needing a storyline that could plausibly overlap with sadism’s hold, although maybe if the outcome of the poll had been different maybe this could have freed up fl to go out with damien as was the original plan… anyway, i digress.

hold onto that thought for a minute, and we’ll come back to the ‘why did echo choose gavin and fl?’ idea in a second.

it’s no secret that, if things continue as they are, freelancer is going to die - they are painfully, deeply human, and tbh they’ve survived some pretty long odds already! the confrontation with vega in their bedroom, the fight with vega in their living room, the inversion (and if you count the imperium, the takeover of - and escape from - the imperial academy)... all of these situations had the enormous potential to go horribly, horribly wrong, and freelancer could EASILY have died at any of those points!

if we exclude vega and fl’s first meeting (bc all things considered, vega was being cruel but not actually all that hostile in that interaction), gavin is almost always the one to save them - to step in and protect fl from whatever threats arose.

combine that with our idea from before - i’m suggesting that a world exists where freelancer dies at one of those points, or maybe even for an entirely unrelated reason that we don’t know about. maybe’s it’s vega in their living room, or the shade that killed xavier killing them too (i’ll come back to this later), or maybe it’s just that their natural lifespan comes peacefully to an end. they die, and that’s that.

except it’s not just that - because gavin’s not having it. it’s no secret, how much he loves freelancer, and i think he has the potential to do absolutely ANYTHING to stop them dying.

that anything, i suggest, is becoming echo.

this establishes the world that we’re hearing now - the universe that we’re familiar with is actually the second attempt. perhaps what we’re hearing are the delusions of a grieving demon, DESPERATE for a world where freelancer doesn’t have to die. or perhaps he finds a way to genuinely create a world where he makes the rules - maybe he finds his way to a world - ‘Redacted’’s (i.e. erik’s) world - where he can finally change things for good. maybe it’s time travel, or some sort of reset point, but whatever the case may be, he’s outside of it all now.

he couldn’t save his freelancer then, so he’ll do whatever he can to save them now - he’s walking them and this version of himself (whatever that might mean) through the life he had with his freelancer, just with a few… changes.

is he fully in control? no, that’s erik. but echo DOES control the imperium - and of everyone, it’s arguably vindemiator and freelancer who escape the horrors of that world the most successfully. they both survive RIDICULOUS odds, when you consider just how dangerous both of their situations are!

or, if you like, maybe echo’s not really in control of anything in the prime universe - maybe it’s erik steering the narrative but echo’s just able to hit the handbrake and make a few hasty edits whenever things look like they’re taking a turn for the worse. nothing earth-shattering, just changing a few minor details that keep freelancer safe (or even just alive).

in that vein, let’s come back to that point about xavier. this hc goes really well with the idea that fl is killed during the inversion, more specifically at the point just before gavin creates his ward. perhaps gavin can’t make that ward in time, and freelancer’s killed by the shade - so all that energy and power and hurt that OUR gavin pours into his ward from seeing xavier die? it’s that, but times a million if it’s freelancer who dies there - maybe that’s the moment where gavin manages to change things and step out of the bounds of the narrative. now, when we get to see it (i.e. in the versions of the audios that we know, which i’m calling here a ‘second attempt’), we’re given the character of xavier, who - apologies to the xavier nation - is essentially ballast, a human shield to stop the shade killing fl or gavin. for all intents and purposes, he’s a filler character with very little actually going for him - other than the fact that he dies during the inversion (and you can argue that even that is just to develop the characters of the DAMN crew a bit further). if we accept this hc, xavier is basically placed there by echo-gavin as one final, hail-mary barrier between freelancer and the shade who killed them the first time, to give gavin just enough time to put that ward together.

to take this a bit further, let’s return to the point about fl’s mortality for a bit. are we ever going to know their fate, or will this be left unresolved and up to our interpretation? will they settle for their human lifespan, or be turned into a vampire (willingly or otherwise)? will they die prematurely, or live out their natural lifespan, or find a way to artificially extend their life via some hitherto-unknown method?

placing this problem squarely in the context of the echo-is-gavin hc, i would love to see a world where echo finds some way - any way - to bend the rules of this universe, and to change freelancer or gavin in some way that they might be able to be together for the rest of both of their natural lives, however long or short that may be.

it strikes me as very interesting that when a’xerahn accidentally makes vampires, he’s searching for a way to create ‘a more manageable form of Concubus’ - of which incubi are a subset. is this just a choice that erik’s made either at random or because of the historical and cultural associations between sex and vampires and blood and all that? probably, yeah. but it’s especially interesting because it might imply that concubi are the easiest type of demon to convert humans to/from - which would then come with a whole HOST of implications for gavin and fl!

to be entirely honest, this is a completely off-the-wall hc that will almost certainly not come true - but it’s certainly fun to think about! basically i just want gavin and fl to be happy and in love and together forever, and i’ll come up with whatever hcs i like to make that happen lol

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted echo #this is totally ludicrous but it's really fun lol #absolute crack but i take it way too seriously as usual lmao #i have a wip that's all about this and i think this might be necessary to set that up #bc otherwise i just sound totally crazy #batten down the hatches ginger's theorising again