#isaac moore

[whump-tr0pes]

Sometimes it annoys me how parts of my story refuse to reveal themselves to me. Me, the writer.

Right now I'm thinking about Carol-Ann Moore, Isaac's mother. I have no idea whether she's even alive at the end of the Honor Bound series. Did she drink herself to an early grave? Get killed in syndicate-related violence? Live out her days in that old house as it crumbled around her? Who knows? Certainly not me.

I do know one thing: she blamed Isaac for her husband's death for the rest of her life, and resented him for leaving. She felt he abandoned her when she needed him most, and hated him for it. She never found out that her son saved so many lives and was partially responsible for taking down the Stormbeck syndicate. And even if she did find out, I don't think that would change her mind about him.

[depictingdrew]

[newbornwhumperfly]

boy, you was battle born • a playlist for isaac moore, broken for love and healed by the same.

[ honor bound by @whump-tr0pes ]

[ruemilley]

gouache illustration of some ocs from a writing project I’m workin on for nanowrimo

[orchidscript]

What would Henry cook for Isaac?

Well, since Isaac bears a resemblance to Henry’s half brother -- you remember Kieran, right? -- I think Henry would want to make something comforting and warm. Probably a chicken, tomato, spinach, and chickpea stew served with lots of rice and eaten on the couch in front of the TV with lots of blankets.

Send me your OC and Henry will cook for them!

[newandfiguringitout]

Mood-Board for Gavin/Isaac

So, I know this took forever and I also know that it isn’t the best one, but here is a mood board for the fabulous @whump-tr0pes​ fabulous characters, Gavin and Isaac. So this is the mood board I made for the ship.

[whump-tr0pes]

Just thinking about this song and how it perfectly captures young!Isaac's despair and loneliness as he escapes first his mother's abusive household and then Rosa's coercion.

Turning away from him, even as his voice cracked, even as he cried and begged them – begged Rosa – to talk to him, just to talk to him so he wouldn’t feel so alone, so he wouldn’t feel like he was trapped in his mother’s house again with nothing but her and her grief rattling against the walls.

Oh, I can't leave, but I can't be in this place This must all be an illusion, skipping frames Years of living with a cold and empty space And it haunts me every time I think I'm safe

Do you feel love? I know I don't With no one to hold Do you feel love, love, love?

Do you feel love? When you're alone Do you feel at home? Do you feel love, love, love?

[depictingdrew]