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about me - not a minor, okay with minors interacting since it is a fandom blog - my name is oxi, like detergent. or ox if you want - blog exists primarily for archival purposes and as a cute little project for me ❤️ - my favorite book is and should be everyone’s favorite tcg! - I like all the cast and refuse to choose favorites (though if I must I like aaron quite a bit) - I have been on the calron train for over half my life at this point and I’m not getting off any time soon. I also like telia - I have an ao3 where I sometimes write mag stuff - main: @huetaez

blog stuff - spoilers are untagged - posts are mostly from queue, tag for such posts is queue the child - I am only so active as mag is not my main interest atm and I’m very busy with work, college, and life

tags (adding as needed):

my stuff: fic recs | oxiposting (rbs from main and my original posts) | non mag rbs (for when I rb something and tag it as a character usually)

#blog #oxiposting

captain-price-returns

French troops pass a dog wearing sunglasses and smoking a pipe, 1915

#havoc #non mag rbs #queue the child

lovermyme

Santa klaus, squidgame or la casa de papel?

#call #tamara #aaron #iron trio #art #au #queue the child

nonbinary-androids

for blue skies

As he stepped up to the small, unassuming grave that held the remains of his former best friend’s corpse, Alastair wondered why the hell he was doing this. If anyone else had recommended he visit Constantine’s grave, he would have called them crazy. Hell, he’s not above calling himself crazy for this entire idea.

It was a little too late for that now, maybe a foot and a half away from the headstone and bundle of flowers in hand. They were lilies- ironically, always Con’s favourites. Red ones, of course, exactly how Alastair might had shyly handed them over during one of their rare dates.

God, just thinking about that sent him back to Bronze Year. Things had been perfect back then, just the five of them and hope still in the air. Before Joseph had sunken his talons into Constantine. Before Jericho had died. Before Master Rufus had seen his master, mentor and father figure become Devoured. Before Declan started having breakdowns from the image of their dead friend.

Before Alastair had given up on Constantine for good.

Sometimes, he wondered whether or not he could have saved them. Maybe, if he had just pushed Constantine to let him back in a little harder, if he had loved him more, if he had told Master Rufus about his concerns before it had gotten as bad as it did. If.

If he had, somehow, no doubt countless mages would be alive today. The guilt of that weighed heavily on his shoulders, was hidden in every crease on his aging face. Alastair should have saved them. Alastair could have saved them, and he didn’t, because he had been a petty teenager who had wanted his boyfriend to be the one who reached out for once in his goddamn life, because he’d failed to see that Constantine was drowning in Jericho’s loss.

Alastair stepped a little closer to the headstone and dropped to one knee. He held the lilies tightly in his hand, his fingers unwilling to unclench.

This was for him. Not just for Alastair, but for the boy with blond hair and a charming grin and cold hands, who’d taken one look at Alastair, twelve and alone in the world, and decided that they were going to be friends. This was for the boy who’d loved his brother more than life itself, for the boy who’d kissed Alastair tentatively under a streetlight one summer evening, who’d made their whole apprentice group laugh until their sides hurt.

This was for them. For both of them, so they could move on.

Slowly, Alastair put the lilies down against the headstone. It wasn’t one of the nice ones, made a hunk of polished marble or whatever, just a stone with Constantine’s name, birthdate and death date. He couldn’t say that Constantine deserved better, but it still felt ill-fitting.

He took a long, slow breath. He hadn’t come with a prepared statement, thinking he’d come up with something on the spot, which he now regretted. What should Alastair say to a man he’d once loved without question, who’d killed his family, who’d changed his world?

In the end, there was only one thing.

“I forgive you,” Alastair whispered. “I forgive you.”

#okay die #alastair #constantine #alastine #text #fic #queue the child

verritytorres

CALRON WEDDING HCS

(cause i’m an emotional bitch at 1am apparently)

• moon @frogpepsi: HAVOC THE RING BEARER

• they don’t know who of either of them should have tamara as their maid of honor until one day after lunch with jasper, call comes home and says “so i guess you can have tamara” and aaron looks at him and knows and smiles and says “and yet you say he annoys you as much as he did in school” “shut up he’s still a thorn in my ass”

• aaron having a freak out before the wedding cause “oh my god tamara i just!!! i love him so much and i don’t want this to ruin anything!!!! we are starting a family and tamara, i don’t know families and i might fuck this up but i really don’t want to—“ and tamara covers his mouth, looks him in the eye and says “after this party’s over? everything will be largely the same. you’ll still wake up to him, you’ll still have to deal with his bullshit, you’ll still have dinner with me, and you’ll still be in love. i don’t know if you noticed, aaron, but we were already a family years ago.” and aaron just, nods with a new light in his eyes. “you know i love you, right?” “so you’ve said. now go get married, dumbass.”

• meanwhile elsewhere, jasper and call…

◦ “i’m not gonna cry at the altar, that’s lame” “ten bucks says you will, fucko” “oh yeah? ten bucks says you cry too, asshat”

◦ they both cry and hand each other $10

• but tbh everyone cries. call, aaron, tamara, jasper, alastair, fucking rufus cries

• ALSO THEIR VOWS WOULD BE. SO TEARJERKING

Keep reading

#okay I'll die #call #aaron #calron #text #hc #queue the child

misterpoof

i kinda liked this scene

#tamara #celia #call #aaron #callia #art #goofy #queue the child

sermna

why let death stop you from being bffs? necromancy for angry young girls

#calron #non mag rbs #queue the child

imtoledone

I loved this two dorks’ clothes.You know what this pseudo-fandom needs? FANARTS

#aaron #call #art #queue the child

valtsv

cakes for when you die and get brought back but there's something wrong with you and everyone can tell

#aaron #non mag rbs #queue the child

quillelily

Call, The Makar, The Enemy of Death.

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He wanted Aaron back. It was like a roaring in his soul, the sadness of terrible loss. The realization of what Constantine must have felt when he lost Jericho.

Call didn’t want to understand how Constantine had felt.

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But he does. He understands very well. But unlike Constantine- Call won't fail.

#call #art #right #queue the child

verritytorres

my daughter

#tamara #art #queue the child

writing-prompt-s

Reincarnation was scientifically proven when you were a child. Your eight year old son is currently on trial for a murder committed in his previous life.

#call #constantine #text #non mag rbs #queue the child