#mary 7

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I PROMISE IVE NOT ABANDONED THIS BLOG I JUST. GET TIRED.

So lemme revive myself and show some amazing comms I got!!

Starting off with Mary 4 and Rohan!! 💖💖 done by @/95kurriii on Instagram!

And then a beautiful art of Mary 5 by @/cowboydio on instagram!

Andddddd THE CUTEST AMERICAN COUPLE EVER MARYGO AAAAA!!! By the lovely @/phido

[percivalrobards]

When: Wednesday, 27th May, afternoon sometime Where: The Lake @marymacdonaldhadafarm​

Percy balanced precariously on the lilo, enlarged to fit them both with magic, as it floated out into the middle of the lake. “If the squid tries to get us, I’m pushing you in first.”

[dawnwitheyy]

Date: 1st September, 1979 Where: A Wand Shop™ Who: @marymacdonaldhadafarm​

“So, a tragic story, really.” Dawn finished off. Together, the pair had been telling the shop assistant of the demise of Mary’s poor old wand whilst they waited for Gregorovitch to be ready for them.

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Mary Voice Claims!

Wahha guess who finally decided to make this? After so much struggling with uploading it I think it worked?

Anyways, here's all 3 Mary's and both their English and Japanese voice claims! At the moment this is still a pretty rough video cuz I'm bad at art, so I decided to use art I commissioned of the girls to at least look good.

Mary 4 art by @scarymonsters-andsupercreeps (thank you again!)

Mary 5 art by me (I recently updated her design a lot more and haven't had any art around so I made her)

Mary 7 art by @alequ1u (thank you <3)

taglist: @iceicewifey @child-ofdust @chocochiamy @over--heaven @bruabbina @shiyro

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“Back to the Old House”

Haha I was listening to the Smiths and I was like wow. This would make some perfect traumatizing lore comics.

Anyways wouldn’t it be messed up if you had to kill your dad because he’s a horrible man and basically make the previous 20 years of your life a complete lie that you can’t even reflect on positively knowing what he’s done? Wouldn’t that be just awful?

Taglist (please fill out the form in the pinned if you’d like to be added!): @chocochiamy @over--heaven @bruabbina @child-ofdust @iceicewifey

Btw psssttt if you liked this and wanna see more FV content check out my fic for him here

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“A photo of the young Mary Valentine during a gathering. Her father, Funny Valentine, had wanted the memory of the night captured to look back on. It is a prized possession within the Valentine household, and was even brought to the White House after Funny’s inauguration. After [redacted], the photo ended up in possession of the Higashikata family. One of the family members insists it’s an important artifact… for some reason. Although Mary has long since passed, the remains of the photo show how happy and proud this woman once was.”

-Speedwagon Foundation

Taglist: @iceicewifey @chocochiamy @child-ofdust (if you wish to be added to the list, please fill out the form on my pinned!)

Haha this art killed me almost and took a few hours. I decided to actually draw and color that sketch of Mary. In this photo, she’s around 16-17! This was inspired by a photo of Mary Lincoln, shown below the cut!

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"Heart" Beat

Summary: He shouldn't have been alive. But with his "heart" reaffirmed and given a second chance at life, he's willing to do whatever it takes.

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~1.2k

Notes: Blood, death, religion, and mentions of a certain president's backstory. Non-canon of course due to insertion of an OC. No romance.

A/n: Haha I am physically incapable of not writing angst when it comes to part 7 <3 I love casually adding some of the strangest plot points that WILL come back later.

He clawed his way through the sand, struggling to breathe as the heat of the San Diego sun beat down on him. He darted his eyes around, recognizing no other signs of life besides him. His company and fellow soldiers had perished in the Devil’s Palm, leaving him all alone. 

He placed a hand over his “heart”. This “heart” beat steadily- feeling like his own, yet entirely foreign. It was nothing if not enlightening to the young man. A reminder of his own mortality and of his desire to serve the country. It was surely “fate” he was chosen to live while every other soldier would be left to rot. 

Ah, but that meant- 

He hobbled onto his feet, curious to see where she was. Was she still alive? Or did she fade just like everyone else? The thought made the young soldier somber, yet another reminder of loss in his life. Dead corpses were buried partially underneath the sand, a slight breeze blowing more of the small grains around. It was as if the land was personally trying to cover this gruesome and unsightly bunch. 

Perhaps he had been walking and looking for almost an hour now. Time was something he could not feel or understand at the moment, only the thumping of his “heart” and the sweltering rays of the sun. He swallowed, finding himself unable to bother trying to continue this meaningless search. She was dead anyways, wasn’t she? There would be no possible way she could survive this long. It was only due to a miracle he himself was alive- she had no hope. 

That was what he told himself as he pulled out a compass to attempt to make it back to home base and return to civilization. North was… ah, that way. 

He began his tiring journey back, before he heard a pathetic gurgling. He raised a brow, cocking his head left to right. The gurgling sound echoed again in the near silent desert, and the young man could pinpoint that it was most certainly coming from behind him. He turned around, yet nothing. 

The gurgling stopped for a few moments before it became a full on wail. His eyes widened. What was making that noise? A wild animal? That surely had to be the answer, because there was no possible- 

He stiffened as the crying grew louder, making his “heart” tighten and ache. As if compelled, he walked to the source of the noise and noticed a rock that jutted out and formed a bit of shade underneath it. He gasped when he saw his wife’s body curled up in a ball, hidden beneath the rock. He knelt down to her, reaching a hand out to touch her. No pulse. No life. She was gone, just like everyone else. His curiosity was peaked when he noticed a pool of blood collected around her. Unlike the others, she practically bled to the death. But why? How? 

He wouldn’t be able to know exactly what had happened while he was practically knocked unconscious earlier. But he saw she was cradling something in her white apron tightly, as if shielding it. 

He was about to reach out to it when he heard weak cries coming from that bundle in her arms. 

Wait, was it possible- 

He quickly untied the apron off her corpse and held the bloodied bundle together to drag out from underneath the shade. He unfurled the apron and gasped as he saw that, inside, was a newborn. 

The newborn sobbed and all the young man could do was watch for a moment. His wife… she had… she may have left, but she had given him a final parting gift and protected it with her life. 

She… 

The young man stood up and lifted the newborn, his blue eyes sparkling with renewed life in them. “She” was perfect. “She” was a “miracle”, born to the most patriotic and selfless people ever known. How could he not find joy in this creation, this “miracle” of life he thought he would never get to have? 

“She” cried, and his eyes teared up, his ears ringing with the sound of life that brought him unbridled joy. 

This was certainly “fate”, wasn’t it? This must have been further proof that God had bore him such wonderful fortune. Undeniable evidence that he, a young soldier, was destined to go beyond for the sake of this country.

“It is alright now, my child. Weep no longer,” he stated to the sobbing newborn. “I am here, and I will make sure this country is a place where you will be able to be at peace and revel in its wealth. I will make that world for you. I promise.” 

He held his daughter close to his chest, carefully caressing her head as he shakily exhaled. 

“Oh… you are so precious. You sound like heaven itself,” he whispered euphorically. “I see… I see what they meant now.”

The young man turned his eyes to the sky. “Father, this was what you felt, wasn’t it? It’s what made you want to die to protect those secrets, wasn’t it? I see it now, I understand now. Holding her… I know what you must have felt. The torture, the pain, none of it means a damn thing.” 

A few tears dripped down his cheeks as he looked down at his child again. 

“None of it matters. I have even more reason to pursue those goals. My precious child shall never know of heartache or sorrow. She shall never know a land that is unfortunate or inhospitable. I will make it so this country that you have bled and died for is a sanctuary for her, father. I will make it so her mother’s sacrifice is honored. By my own hands, I will make this happen.” 

He pressed his lips to her soft head, holding her close. 

“This sun must be unbearable for you, right?” He asked her, knowing very well she could not answer. He removed his army coat and wrapped it around her to protect her from the sun. “Much better than that bloody rag, now.” 

Once swaddled in his coat, his daughter began to calm down, soothed from being enveloped in her father. His “heart” beat faster, full of life as she settled into his arms, accepting him as her caregiver. The young father had started to walk as he carried his child, going north to reach home base. 

“I am sorry your mother wasn’t here alongside me to christen you. You know, we discussed many names for you,” he recounted. “If you were a boy, we would have named you ‘Jonathan’. That’s an appropriate for a young boy, I believe. And, well, I do have a fondness for the nickname ‘Johnny’. Although, your mother was insistent on the name ‘Joseph’.

“But for a girl, we had agreed quite easily on a name. ‘Mary’. It’s a beautiful name, one that is very important and meaningful,” he continued, smiling. “And seeing you, my daughter… you fit the name perfectly.” 

The young man rubbed his thumb across her squishy cheeks, enamored with the way she was beginning to yawn and fall asleep against him. “Mary, Mary, Mary. Yes, no other name fits you better. You are my miracle, Mary. I promise, as your father, I will do whatever it takes to keep that smile on your face.” 

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I finally got around to making and coloring a picture of Mary Valentine! Finally- I’ve neglected her for so long.

Bonus sketches below!

Under the cut is one that contains blood (poorly drawn blood but yeah just an idea that came to mind).