Blue Cole Is Canon. To Me.

i coudn’t read the text on the latest @askjoshuafreeman post so i changed the hue and damn , the “you shoudn’t be here joshua” at the bottom made me shiver

Update: Power! Is! Back on! Finally! Heat is going right up everywhere good lord!

Hey y'all! I made a few sketches of CB while at work and figured I'd put them here. Forgive me if you can't read some of the notes, my writing's horrendous haha. Also pay no attention to scribbled out stuff, I didn't have any wite-out.

Bonus:

random af question but (if marie is french) how would she react to dublar also being french? dublar would be suprised but not that intrigued.

Hmm, good question! I feel like she'd be confused as to what they were doing in Middlesea of all places and trying to wrap her brain around why anyone would possibly ever want to leave France.

Y'know, ignoring the fact that she was more than happy to leave too lolol. Apart from that though, she may make note of it and kinda move on. Interesting, but it doesn't impact her life in the long run, does it?

Hey, at least Dublar can understand her whenever she uses french terms in order to be fancy! That's fun, hehe!

my best song in a good while. for a friend’s project! since i am apparently in charge of the ost now /lh

Fancy Suit Among The Woes

Disclaimer: I am not Spanish. Feel free to let me know if anything is incorrect or phrases are used wrong. Also I'm doing this on mobile so forgive the appearance haha.

Sofía had spent her morning much more calmly than any of her others. Work wouldn't be starting as early for her today, something about her overtime needing to be cut down temporarily. Despite this, she still wore her uniform, kept her hair tied, and applied her makeup before even considering to take a seat and a sip of her coffee. "Another long day ahead..." she found herself thinking, "And yet... no amount of hours will ever be enough, will they?"

To a degree, that's how it always seemed. Working miserable hours all day every day for a decade had given her nothing more than headache after headache and just enough for them to live comfortably. She let out a sigh, it was too much to mull over... Nothing good came from thinking too much about the negative, but positive thoughts always seemed just out of reach for her these days...

And that was when Joshua came by, fingers fidgeting against one another and his expression displaying a slight anxiety.

"Ah, morning, mijo..." She brushed a stray hair behind her ear, mouth pressed into a small smile. "Didn't think you'd be up so early, you don't have school today."

Her son lowered his head, thinking over his words carefully. "... M-mom, I... I was, uh... You aren't b-busy, are you?"

He seemed... troubled by something. Sofía raised a brow. "No, niño. Are you well? You look tired and sick..." She placed a gentle hand on his forehead, only for him to brush it away.

"I'm fine, I'm f-fine, just... I... I n-need to tell you, uh... a l-little something... but you have to p-promise me, you... you w-won't be w-worried, okay?"

And now was the time to worry. But, as a mother, Sofía has mastered the art of keeping a calm appearance in the face of any peril. Of course, knowing Joshua, it wouldn't be anything too serious. He was never the type to get into trouble.

God, how she wished that were still the case.

"I promise. You can tell mamá anything, cariño."

And here marked the moment where Sofía experienced something every mother fears: helplessness. For no other word held a candle to what she felt as her son went on about his activities for the past few months. News about her long-missing husband, paranoia over somebody spying on him, fears and desperation surrounding what one could only describe as Pandora's box, all of it came forth at once from the tired boy's lips. She followed the whole tale as closely as she could, maintaining her calm façade to not discourage him.

By the end of it all, all the mother could think to do was hold him close. What else could she do but reassure him? Let him know she was there for him at that moment and he would be safe... Provide him with some knowledge that everything would be alright.

And yet, here she was hours later, performing her tasks as fears crept along the dark corners of her mind. "Gordon... what infierno have you fallen into?" She pondered, jotting down numbers and dates from a conversation she half-listened to. It hadn't been enough that her son simply told her, she had to see the device for herself. A tangle of complicated wires and a computer that he refused to shut off, for fear it would never turn back on. And then, there were the chat logs...

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose, removing her glasses. What was she going to do? What could she possibly do? Her son was going through Hell itself to find Gordon, and she could do nothing else but work. What kind of a mother was she?

"What kind indeed, miss Rivera."

Sofía felt an odd chill fill the room around her, the air growing frigid. Confused, she placed her glasses back on and gazed up, where a man stood right before her desk. He was dressed sharply, as everyone else was in the office, skin pale as a sheet, black hair peppered with white, and he held a briefcase of some kind. However, something seemed... unnatural about him, as if his features were juuust unnerving enough to make her uncomfortable.

"A long... day, isn't it, miss Rivera?"

"I..." She narrowed her eyes. "Mrs Freeman. I still have his ring, I still hold his name."

"Ah... ha ha... Of course, how... very silly of me." The man chuckled, approaching a tad closer to stare down at her. "I've heard that there was... shall we say, "trouble in paradise"?"

"¿Qué-? What do you want? I am busy!"

"Oh, not at the moment, I... assure you. See, I knew Gordon before his... untimely departure from this realm. He was... an interesting man, shall we say?"

"¡Ay! He still is! Mi hi-... My son showed me, he has proof mi amado is still alive!"

"I... do not doubt that. However, it is... important to note that retrieving him at this point is... around impossible."

"... Qu-... What do you mean? Who are you?"

"An... old acquaintance of his, miss... Mrs Freeman. I do have some rather... good news, however."

Sofía tilted her head slightly, staring at the man intently as he went on.

"I can provide you with... shall we say, a different employment? One where answers surrounding your husband will be... more accessible for you to find."

The woman's eyes widened, taking a quick glance at the rest of her co-workers, who seemed to be completely frozen in place. "...¡El diablo...!" She muttered in shock. "You come to me... offering me a deal? What do you want from me?"

Another chuckle escaped the man. "I simply wish to help. Provide you with closure and... solace. Allow you to help your brave son. Or, of course... you could always stay here and... fret over the unknown."

She sat up in her seat, thinking over his words carefully. A new job? What kind of job would bring her closer to the truth? Who was this man? How did he know her husband? Her son? How does he know her?

... What is he leaving out of this bargain? There had to be some kind of catch, but...

Even with all that plaguing her mind, the woman still found herself holding out a trembling hand to shake. "Si... I... accept."

The man grinned, placing his freezing hand into hers. "I knew you'd make... the right choice, Mrs Freeman." Her pulled her up to stand, the desk and their surroundings melting away like candlewax. "Now, I'll be the one to inform your... employers that you've found elsewhere to work."

"A-ay, where...?"

"And, while I am at it, I'll make sure to... provide you with your first task. I know you'll do just fine, Mrs Freeman."

🕸🕷🕷🦇🦇🦇🎃🎃🎃🎃Splendid All Hallows Eve to everyone! Tricks and treats shall be awarded accordingly! 🎃🎃🎃🎃🦇🦇🦇🕷🕷🕸

Creativity, however, shall be awarded when energy can be found and sustained! Just bolt me up and shock my electrodes, Frankenstein! Bzzt Bzztt!! ⚡⚡⚡

OOOH ASKS ARE OPEN ummmmm what are crystal's feelings towards marie?

oOOF-

Pfft okay let me start by saying you picked maybe the most complicated question for me to answer hehe but I shall try my best!

Alright, so, for starters, the last time Crystal saw Marie was when they were both 17, with them now both being 26. The end of their relationship... wasn't exactly a great one, Crystal cut ties thinking negatively of Marie and vice versa.

Now, with Crystal able to look back on things through an adult lense, she can see that things aren't exactly as black and white as she once thought them to be, that there are many more layers to somebody than just "Nice" and "Mean", "Good" or "Evil". Even though Marie was no longer a part of her life, she couldn't say she didn't still think about her, wonder how she was doing, hope she was doing better after all the years that passed. Even despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to hate Marie.

Once she does find out that Marie is working at the same hospital she is now a patient in, Crystal will wish to extend an olive branch, to talk, to start from the beginning with Marie and try to make things better between them both. They aren't kids anymore, what mattered back then shouldn't have to matter now, and even if it's impossible to truly go back to how things once were, she still wants to try and be her friend. Kindness is stronger than holding a nearly decade-old resentment, that's what she feels anyways.

Marie's working in the medical field now, that must mean she holds at least some desire and wish to help people get better. That means it shouldn't be too hard to get her to understand, right?... Right?

Thanks a bunch for the ask! Hopefully this answers it pretty well!

Reblogging my own art onto my main cuz I'm too lazy to repost it all.

Wow more AU stuff! This time it's a space AU baby! Got some nice starry art of Haniel and Misty!