Hi!!! In The Spirit Of Summer, Can U Write Something Abt The Crows At The Beach?

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Brunita, yesterday I saw an Alf x Liza old headcannon and I miss my other babies... Do you have any really cute/fluffy ones? Maybe when they're kids and not together, like 6-7 y/o?

María!! Of course!! My gosh, I missed Alf x Liza SO MUCH. I decided to mix in some Kanej like that nonnie asked, because I miss them just as much :’)

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A/N: If you guys don’t know about my Six of Crows gen 2, Liza is Kanej’s daughter, and Alf is Wesper’s son! You can read more about those two here.

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it didn’t matter that he was a year older

she terrified him

not in the way that the kids at school frightened him, not at all

but in a way that made his heart catch in his throat

that made his chest ache 

especially now, as he watched her walk the rope that she’d tied between two thick oak trees, graceful as a bird

ever since they were little, Alf and Liza hadn’t missed a single weekend together

they were inseparable

Alf could remember being smaller and running around in Kaz and Inej’s farm, chasing her through wildflowers and trying not to trip on rocks

he could remember feeding the little ducklings at the pond with her

and saving a little bird that had fallen from his nest - how brave she’d been that day, to climb the tree and place the little one back

“You should be careful,” he tells her now, watching her and wincing with every step she took

she never fell

or he never saw her fall

at last, Liza jumps to the ground, landing like a cat

she smiles tauntingly, “One of these days, you have to stop worrying about every little thing.”

she has grass stains all over her dress

and leaves in her black, wild hair

“Let me have my worry,” he says back, crossing his arms

Liza pushes his blond hair away from his eyes and said, “You worry too much, Alf. One of these days you’re going to get a headache so bad you won’t be able to move. Or you’ll grow another brain so this one can rest,” she pokes the center of his forehead and laughs when he pushes her hand away

the summer afternoons are long and lazy, with them lying on the grass and bathing in the pond, catching frogs just to let them go again

now, she falls backwards, spreading her arms over the flowers

she says, staring up at the sky, “Papa is teaching me card tricks.”

Alf lies down next to her, breathing in the summer air. “Yeah?”

Liza rises on one elbow and looks at him, “I think I’m pretty good at it.”

“You should show me sometimes.”

“I wonder, though, where he learnt it,” she frowns. “Papa is really good at it.”

Alf looks at her. “Ask him.”

“I have,” she says. “But he always says he learned on his own. He never says anything else.”

“Maybe that’s all there is.”

“There’s always more to a story,” Liza murmurs, and lies back down

that makes him think

that’s what she told him once, one day after school, where she’d caught him crying after some kid made fun of him

called him Bastard

Alf didn’t even know what a bastard was supposed to be then - he’d just thought it to be a rude word you called people that you didn’t like

he’d learned over the years what the kid had meant

Alf didn’t have a mother - had never met her

his dads had told him the story - how his aunt Inej had rescued his mother in one of her travels, how she’s given birth to him on that boat, how she’d passed away right after

they’d wanted him to know, they said

they told him what his mother had told Inej that day - the day he was born

they told him of his father, a fjerdan on his way to return to his wife, only to be assassinated on the way to their house

that day, Alf had also learned what assassinated meant

thought his dads had put it gently, Alf had always been a smart kid

he read a lot

so he knew that mean people had done terrible things to his biological parents

he also knew that, if it hadn’t been for Inej, if it hadn’t been for his dads, he probably would never have found himself here - next to Liza, watching the skies, his hair still damp from swimming

Liza had told him, after he’d been angry at the kids for making fun of him, for calling him bastard, “There’s so much more to you than what they think you are.”

there’s so much more to a story

Alf guessed it was easy for her to stay that - she was brave, and unrelenting, and didn’t care what people thought

“”Are you okay?” She whispers to him now, worried, bringing him back to the present

“Yeah,” Alf says. “Just thinking.”

satisfied with that, Liza pats his knee. “I’m going to swim again.”

“I’ll be right there,” Alf murmurs

Liza runs to the pond, and flings herself in, dress and all, startling some ducks that lounged on the grass

Alf watches her, sighing quietly to himself

he never thinks about his biological parents much

his dads are all he ever knew

and they are his, entirely his, even if he isn’t blood

they are his family

as much as Kaz and Inej aer his family

as much as Nina and Matthias are his family

as much as Liza is, too

she calls for him and he waves at her, smiling, mouthing that he’ll be right there

he lies down in the sun for a couple more minutes, thinking

he pities the end his parents got

it unsettles him that there are still people out there that do terrible things to others

it unsettles him even more to know that there are children that will never have his luck

he closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away

and then he feels water drip into his face

hovering above him is Liza, smiling down at him

and squeezing the water out of her hair right on top of him

he groans, pushing himself away, “AH! Why would you do that?”

“You were falling asleep in the sun,” Liza laughs. “Look at you - you’re going to get red all over.”

“How friendly of you - to warn me with water on my face.”

she smiles, then takes his hand. “That duck’s been giving me the eye ever since we got here, let’s give him something to talk about to his stupid, snobby friends.”

“Don’t make fun of the duck,” he says, glad to be distracted. “Poor thing.”

Liza scoffs, then sits down at the edge of the pond, before diving down again

the duck flutters his wings and walks away

Alf laughs then, shaking his head, sitting down where she’d previously been, his legs on the water, his shorts wet

she surfaces, then rests a hand on his leg to keep her steady. “You’re not well today.”

she notices everything

that also terrifies him a bit

“I’m just thoughtful,” he splashes her gently. “Let me be.”

“I’ll never let you be,” she shows him her tongue, and he laughs. “Trying to get rid of me will only make me bother you more. What’s on your mind?”

Alf sighs softly, “I’ll tell you one day.”

Liza rolls her eyes. “Tell me tomorrow then. As good a day as any.”

he smiles, watching her swim, opening his mouth to retort-

“LIZA, ALF.”

Alf turns as his uncle limps his way to the porch

“Come back home, dinner is almost ready.”

“We’re coming, uncle Kaz.”

Liza waves, grinning, and Kaz gives her a smile, gesturing with his head for her to come home. “Get yourselves dry, then come eat.”

Liza gives Alf a secret win. “I’ll find out how he knows all those tricks.”

Alf grins. “I suppose you want my help.”

In the kitchen, Inej secretely watches through the window

Kaz comes around, wrapping his arms around Inej from behind her

“Did you see it?” She whispers to him, as Kaz nuzzles his face on her neck

Kaz grins. “She’s good. She’s like you.”

Inej turns to him, biting her lip as if to keep her smile to herself. “Can you believe I taught her that dismount once?”

“I can,” Kaz nods. “She’s your daughter, of course she’s good at it.”

Inej smiles. “She’s her father’s daughter, too. I know you’ve been teaching her tricks.”

Kaz’s chuckle is hoarse and raspy. He says, “She’s too good. I used to go mad with rage because I had to repeat the motions time and time again, but she...picked it up the first time.”

Inej rests her forehead against his chest, smiling to herself

Kaz holds her, kissing the top of Inej’s head. “Eight years ago, I was petrified that I would taint her;” he murmurs, as if he’s speaking to himself. “I thought that, somehow, some of that... darkness would be born in her, too.” Kaz looks out the window thoughtfully, watching as his daughter dances around in the sun. “But she’s the sun.”

Inej looks at him, then touches his cheek. “What darkness?”

“I-”

“What darkness?” She whispers, pulling him down for a kiss

Kaz breathes against her, leaving his cane on the side, his hands touching the counter behind Inej

she pulls back with a smile, then kisses the tip of his nose. “That is lives’ away. Think only of light, Kaz. That is our life now.”

he nods, speechless, his brow touching hers

the garden door opens, and Liza stands there, making a face, Alf on her heels. “Gross,” she tells them both, before making her way to the table

Inej pats Kaz’s chest, laughing softly to herself

they share a look, but say nothing as they depart, and join the children at the table.

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Not sure how many of you guys bothered to talk to this girl... but I accidentally clicked on her dialogue bubble today and oh my 😂 Now I want to see Diluc sharing a meal with Childe HAAH

Bonus:

the story of an immortal traveller and a mortal harbringer.

i was cleaning up my procreate files and then i found this old digimon american high school AU (s1-s4) i made in 2022 and I never shared, I made this AU because i rewatched digimon in english dub (new experience since i grew up with indo dub and used to rewatch it in original japanese dub) and i was like “damn they’re so americanized here it’s funny” and then yeah i got inspired to draw this lol

i remember i had fun drawing these designs, but never really shared it, so i will just share them now, sorry i just drew adventure to frontier seasons, i haven’t finished the later seasons (except appmon but i think i hadn’t even finished appmon when i drew these)

AHHHHH HEIZOU

genshin concert soon hehe

DUSK HARBINGER- CHILDE’S MASTER

Fox to the Flame: Pythia (Amari) Ragvindar Lupicus

Constellation: Vulpes Ignis

Vision: Pyro (Formerly), Abyss (Formerly), All (Current)

BACKGROUND

“FOR DAWN TO COME, ONE MUST RID OF THY DARKNESS; FOR DUSK TO COME, ONE MUST LET THE LIGHT FALL INTO THE HORIZON.”

Amari is 10 years older than her brother, Diluc (22), meaning she is 33 years of age. She left her home at the Dawn Winery in search of “Dusk” at the age of 16. She arrived in Snezhnaya shortly after. There she took the liberty of speaking with the Cyro Archon, Tsaritsa, thus gaining her second vision- Cyro. She then travelled to Inazuma, the Land of Eternity, meeting with Baal. This was before the shogun had become twisted, and Amari had established ties- gaining her the Electro Vision. She changed her name from Pythia to Amari. On her way to Natlan, she came across a Mirror Cicin Mage and followed her. The mage bore a child in Wolvendom, Razor, and left the child. Amari decided to raise the child along with the Lupine Pack- whom believe in lupical. She named the silver-haired child Razor and raised him as her own. She was 17 at the time. Razor gained the power of the vision through her and the way to use it. She had taught Diluc the claymore when she was 15 (He was 5 at the time). She then made her way to Natlan 6 years later, and left Razor in the care of Lupus Bóreas, or Andrius. When she arrived in Natlan, she met with Murata- the Lady of Fire. She formed a bond in finding out that she is a Child of Murata, and eventually strengthened her Pyro vision. Amari decided that when she finished her journey, she would join Murata in Natlan. After a solemn goodbye, she made her way to Liyue and met the Adepti along with Zhongli. She gained a Geo vision during the Rite of Descension. On her way to Sumeru, she met a young Lisa and guided her to the Sumeru Academy and gifting her with her first catalyst, Dawn of Starry Nights. Cyno, an old acquaintance of Amari’s, agreed to take Lisa in. She met with the archon and gained yet another vision. The time came for the last stretch of her journey, Fontaine. She played in a circus act to gain the attention of the archon and got herself a Hydro vision. Her journey was over and it was time to return to Natlan. Though, when she was faced with a Dragon of Dimensions, her vision spiraled out of control, plunging her into the deepest parts of the Abyss. She was overtaken the power that lead her to give Ajax the Foul Legacy- The Devouring Deep. She taught Ajax everything she knew and gave him the same Hydro Vision he wears today. After Ajax left, she was freed of her “curse“ and returned to Natlan. She swore never to use all of her visions at once again.

I WANT MORE FOUND FAMILY STUFF PLEASE SINCE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Ahhhhh, mom, I’m sorry it took so long!!! I hope you enjoy this little bit with babyyyyyy. I know it’s short, but I had to write this little scene! The next one will have to be longer, ofc!!!

I hope you don’t mind I used a little OC I came up with a while ago for Jerza’s son.

Love ya!

Jerza, Found Family: Keon

        “It’s alright,” Jellal said, gently resting his hand on Wendy’s shoulder. She paused before the doorway, expression unreadable.

        “What if… he doesn’t like me?”

        Jellal shook his head, “That’s impossible. You’re wonderful, and you’re going to be an amazing big sister. He’ll love you.”

        She glanced up at Jellal with wide eyes. “Okay. I want to meet him.”

        “Of course you do,” Jellal nodded. He grabbed hold of the door handle and gently swung open his bedroom door. Wendy stepped in slowly, Jellal following behind her closely. Erza was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped around a little bundle her eyes focused on their son—the little boy she had brought into the world not long before. She looked exhausted, but so beautiful. Jellal knew Erza was strong, knew Erza was brave… but never in his life had he been this proud of her.

        Jellal moved around Wendy to sit next to his wife, pressing a kiss to her temple, and glancing down at their son. He was fast asleep, little mouth hanging open. Jellal pressed a soft kiss to his head—against a soft tuft of purple hair. Then he turned to glance up at Wendy, and gestured for her to join them.

        The young girl hesitated before sitting down on the edge of the bed, peering over at her baby brother with wide eyes. “He’s… so little…” she whispered.

        “Your baby brother,” Erza said, her voice hoarse, she smiled, “Do you want to hold him?”

        “M-me?!” Wendy gasped. “I… I don’t know…”

        “Here,” Jellal gently adjusted her arms, “You’ll do great and we’re right here. He’s your baby brother after all… you should at least say hello, right?”

        “Right…” Wendy paused a look of determination crossing her face. “Alright, I’m ready!”

        Erza sat up, the baby stirred but didn’t wake as his mother gently passed him into Wendy’s arms. The young dragon slayer’s eyes widened, she glanced up at Jellal in awe. “He’s so light!” She beamed down at the baby boy, “He’s so little!!!” She was absolutely entranced, her eyes filled with excitement. All worry was gone. The baby stirred, little hands flailing, his mouth opening in a tiny yawn—his nose scrunching, his eyes shut tight. Wendy let out a laugh, “He’s so cute!”

        “You might not always think so,” Jellal warned, but he couldn’t shake the smile off his own face. Wendy glanced up, offended.

        “Of course, I will! He’s my baby brother!” She looked back down at the little bundle in her arms. “I’m going to teach you all sorts of great things, Keon. Cool magic… all about the guild… maybe I’ll share all of my good secrets,” she smirked, “Like where mom and dad think they ‘hide’ the cookies.” She looked back up at Jellal with a grin and then blinked in surprise, “Oh… mom fell asleep.”

        Jellal turned a little to glance at his wife—to see her fast asleep against the pillows. Her mouth was slightly open, her hair disheveled, but she was so beautiful. “We should let her sleep,” Jellal murmured, “She’s been through a lot.”

        “Right!” Wendy nodded.

        “Why don’t you go make some tea, I’ll make sure she’s comfortable, and we’ll sit with Keon out in the living room?” Jellal smiled. The dragon slayer nodded again as Jellal gently lifted Keon into his arms. Wendy skipped back out into the hall, and Jellal turned to his wife.

        “You’re so brave,” he murmured, leaning forward to a press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Erza.”

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