The Gang learns about Halloween! [ click for high quality ]. AKA the natural follow- up to the twins' last costume...
+ Feel free to send asks with character + outfit combos (or just characters you'd like me to pick a costume for!) Any fandom I've drawn for in the past is fair game... though I'll give preference to any that particularly inspire me!
[TW] Burr stood over a body, blood dripping from his hands—actually, from just about everywhere.
If he was to do this, he'd have to find a cleaner way next time. He then scolded himself. No, no next time. Well, he wasn't hungry anymore, not for now. And it was just some British soldier. One of many to die. Not like anyone would care.
“ I'm sorry this is how your life ended, ” he informed the dead body, as if it could hear him or something. He kicked the bloody thing into the nearby river. Future problem.
He looked into the night sky. So dark. So starry. So..... Beautiful. Yet, it was simply a lie. Every star out there was exploding or going to explode or has already exploded.
Everything beautiful in this world was a horrible, horrible deceit.
But he'd have to make the most of that.
He cleaned himself off—the best he could, anyways—and sat on his cot.
What had he come to? Cannibalism.
Blatant.
Cannibalism.
The river outside mocked him and informed him of how much of a monster he is.
He told it he was aware.
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One sunny—too sunny, in his opinion—day, he was informed he had gotten mail. Letters. From who? Most were anonymous. Some signed. All had to be returned to the same message carrier.
“Curious,” he said aloud, “very curious.”
It was a wide range of questions or comments or just correspondences, every time.
Many talked tales of his cannibalism.
He had no clue how they knew that. Or why they didn't report him to be hung.
Maybe that'd be for the best, hanging. He was killing people in such a...horrendous way. But he couldn't stop himself from another bite. And another. And another. He could barely remember when it started...
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Hello!! Mod here. Waves! Mod speaks in <these> or in purple!
FAQ:
*what is Burr, and why is he eating people?
*Burr is a cannibal---he still is human. He is eating people because he cannot control his urges to do so. He usually eats British soldiers as to avoid hurting allies.
*when does this take place?
*the revolutionary war, circa. 1776? Not completely decided. It may fluctuate with who Burr is interactions with!
*is Theodosia alive here?
*yes, but. . . He hasn't met her yet.
*can I interact as a character?
*YES PLEASE.
*can I bring up Burr's cannibalism in an ask?
*absolutely!
*who will Burr be shipped with, if not Theodosia?
*anyone. ✨lOvE dOeSn'T dIsCrImInAtE✨ (specific ones I wouldn't allow: minor x Burr, burrgelica (I don't like it), and burrliza (same reason). Everyone else is allowed, including OCs or anons, as long as you are identifiable.
Update:talking to my Lafayette, we are planning some lafburr yay ۶🥳 ٩
*how does Burr communicate with us?
*you either write to him or approach him at the revolutionary camp! ^^
Who am I:
Call me Ambrosia, Divine, Drizzle, or any nicknames! She/her. @divinedrizzle-ambrosia
Previously ran @adotburr-1324-inactive, before deactivating it due to disinterest.
BOUNDARIES:
1. Do NOT get freaky with Burr. Maybe a little, but like, keep ur freak away from the traumatized and traumatizing burrito.
2. I am a minor, despite what the concept of the au may seem. Use common sense with that.
3. Magic asks are a-okay!!! Make him a flea for 5 asks for all I care.
4. All characters may interact, even doubles! Currently, I have no frequent flyers, but they will be listed I the section below these.
5. Anon sign offs with emojis are greatly appreciated, so I know who asks frequently, and who to recognize. If not, that is fine, though.
6. Cursing is allowed!
Frequent Contacts:
@ask-alexander1757hamilton - Alexander Hamilton! ! ! [Not CB based]
@madisonarchives - James Madison! ! ! [Partially...CB..i guess..??)
I used to really lock onto the idea of nesting seasons because I’m a sucker for fluff and all.. but molting season LWKKKK sounds sm better. I think during winter his wings thicken heavily and then molt in spring, when he’s stressed they overmolt.
might be like birds but uhm yes?
he is also very cranky and tired no matter how much sleep he gets. scar has been banished to the couch almost each molting season dor breathing the wrong way.
I just wrote like 600 words of Alya talking about the difference between US culture and France culture in regards to how they think about villains and heroes, none of which advanced the plot or really has to do with anything at all; but honestly it's a 119k fic and counting, and I'm reminded that I have a 10k+ word WIP in the My Hero Academia fandom that's like 19% the actual premise, 80% worldbuilding that again has nothing to do with the actual premise, and 1% Izuku being gay for Katsuki, so I think 600 words is fine actually.
5 “it’s you it’s always been you” screams childhood au
Oooo this does scream them!!
"Lando, it's you"
There were hands cupping his cheeks. Thumbs brushing away the tears that had escapped him as Lando sniffled softly, unable to look away from the man that was finally holding him tenderly the way he had always dreamed about.
"What about her?", Lando asked softly, his chest aching because that was the issue, wasn't it?
Lando had only ever wanted Lance but Lance had always been unreachable. He was his bestfriend. The one that got away when Lando parents dragged them back to England, leaving behind everything Lando loved in Canada. Even now, with Lance back in his life and working with him, Lando still felt that Lance was out of his reach.
Tonight had only proved that when Lance had shown up in his tailored suit for the law firms celebration with a beautiful woman on his arm.
Lando had wanted to hate her for the way that his chest had cracked open as if someone had shoved their hand within it to crush his heart. He had wanted to be mean to her, but she was sweet and funny. She had been so happy to meet him, telling him excitedly about how much Lance talked about him. He had barely been able to listen to her words, watching only how Lance had smiled at her. Lando had gripped the wine glass so tightly between his fingers that he had feared it would snap.
He had wished that it would because then he would have an actual wound to ache over and not just a heaviness in his chest.
Yet now, the ache was gone.
It was replaced by his heart thumping wildly in disbelief as Lance smiled at him as if he was the only thing in the world before he leaned down to kiss him softly.
"It's always been you", Lance repeated before he kissed him softly again. He pulled back after a moment and started to laugh softly, "Plus, that was my cousin Elsie. Her and her wife just moved to London"
Lando felt his cheeks flush with embarassment that he tried to hide by letting his head fall against Lance's shoulder that shook softly with the others laughter.
"I'm so sorry", Lando muttered, feeling like an idiot but Lance just wrapped his arms around him tightly.
"I'm not", Lance whispered, kissing his head, "It got us here"