Hey there. I'm Dee, a girl from Canada that draws crap to corrupt future generations. This is both my Personal Blog and my Art Blog.
I'm also the creator of the AmeCan DarkCircus!AU
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I am an AmeCan (OTP) , FrUk, UkCan, and FrUs shipper. Mainly. I ship a lot more.
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So the wonderful Dee sent me this cross-au related skype message last night and i just…
/AGGRESSIVELY DISPLAYS MY UTMOST HAPPINESS TOWARDS THIS PIECE OF GOD SENTERY AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHAHSGAGAJAGHAAHHKSJAGSJSGS K WOW I LOVE YOU BRO BRO DAMN
The night Matthew first saw Alfred was as bright and hectic as a room where a bomb’s just gone off. Most nights in the circus are like that, so what really defines it for Matthew is the moment of clarity that descended when their eyes met: something clicked into place, like a camera coming into focus or the turn of a cell-door’s lock.
That moment lasted forever, and then it was over. The knife-thrower recalled his purpose and his incentive, and, with the desperation of the momentarily distracted, threw the next knife a little too soon. It struck slightly to the left of bulls-eye, and as the crowd cheered he hid a wince of fearful anticipation.
After the show, Alfred saw him in the shadow of the tent, the darkest corner, huddled quietly away from the tide of meandering customers. The knife-thrower was cleaning the tools of his trade with more reverence than caution, and Alfred watched him with the kind of intensity that means that something is going to happen no matter what tries to get in the way.
((Not exactly an update per say, but I couldn’t resist doing something for Halloween involving these two~ So here’s a Jack!Alfred and Sally!Matthew Nightmare Before Christmas crossover. Thank you guys for being so understanding and supporting me despite being the worst mun in the history of earth :3c thank you!))
Anonymous sent: Alfred held the other close, stroking his hand along Matthew's side. "So beautiful." He whispered, loving the way the other's breath got caught when he talked to him. He looked up, sapphire being locked with amethyst. "You're beautiful, did you know that, my little clown?" "'Clown'?" Matthew asked, putting down the butcher knife. "I-I'm not a clown, I'm a butcher. You must have me confused--ah~!" Alfred had kissed the other's ear, nibbling on it softly. "I'm keeping you, my little Mattie."
Anonymous sent: "A-Ah~!" Matthew cried out, his eyes wide. "A-Alfie, what are you--" "Shh," Alfred unintentionally growled, not noticing the ferocity of his own voice, and then pulled away. There, where Matthew's neck met his shoulder blade, was a dark red mark. "A-Alfie, what did you--" "Now you're always mine, Mattie." He whispered, taking the other in his arms and pinning him down onto the bed. "I--" He paused, noticing a small scratch on his forehead. "Mattie, how did this happen?" He asked worriedly.
Anonymous sent: ck and running a hand through his hair. He always loved those wavy, silky locks. They were so soft and looked like liquid gold. And his eyes-- Alfred loved those eyes. They were like pure amethyst, always shining and trusting, filled with amusement and childish play. He brushed his fingers across his soft skin, a devious smile creeping across his face. "A-Alfie?" Matthew asked, noticing the other's grin, "Are you--" Alfred immediately attacked the other's neck, sucking on it hard to make a mark.
Anonymous sent: "I love you more!" Matthew replied, but Alfred simply chuckled, scooping him up in his arms and walking back to their tent. "Sure you do, love." He set him down on their bed, about to turn around when his eyes caught sight of his cheek. "Mattie, I'm so sorry I hurt you." He said, stroking his cheek. "I didn't mean to--" Matthew simply kissed the ringmaster, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "I'm just glad to be with you again." He whispered against his lips. Alfred chuckled, kissing him ba
Anonymous sent: "A-Alfred!" Matthew cried out, running into Alfred's arms and hugging him tightly. He started to sob heavily into the ringmaster's cloak, but Alfred didn't care. He simply stroked the other's hair, kissing his head. "Shh shh, Mattie, it's alright. I'm here now." "M-Master--" "Mattie..." "S-Sorry-- A-Alfie, I-I thought they'd get m-me and I-I'd never see you again!" He choked out, his violet eyes looking up at him. "I'd never let that happen, love." Alfred whispered, hugging him. "I love you."
Anonymous sent: When Alfred rushed out, he saw their last visitor, the one that had escaped, pointing at Matthew. His sweet, little Matthew, who was about to be arrested by a pair of cops whose arms were wrapped around his own. Alfred felt anger bubble inside him as he flared angrily. "GET--" He grabbed his own knives from his cloak pocket, holding it up, "OFF--" He threw the knife, hitting the heart of one cop, "MY--" He threw another, hitting the second cop, "MATTHEW!!" He threw the last, hitting the visitor.
Anonymous sent: Hiccuping quietly, the little clown sunk to the floor, holding his cheek with his bare hand. More tears fell down, and Alfred reached out, his blue eyes worried. "M-Mattie, I--" "No!" Matthew cried, and ran out of the tent, leaving the ringmaster alone. He growled and threw his cape off angrily, burying his face in his hands. "Urgh! How could I do that to him?!" He demanded, images of his sweet Matthew flashing in his eyes. "How could I--" "ALFRED!!" Matthew's voice cried out, hurt. "HELP!"
Anonymous sent: "I'm the only one left in this world who loves you, Mattie!" Alfred growled, and Matthew felt a lump form in his throat as tears rolled down his pink cheeks. "M-Mas-- A-Alfie, please d-don't get mad~" He pleaded, wrapping his arms around Alfred's shoulders. "You know I love you and I know you love me~! Please, Alf--" Tchak. Alfred had hit Matthew on the cheek before looking down at his hand, his blue eyes wide. He turned to the little clown's blazing cheek and shook his head. "Oh, Mattie...."
Anonymous sent: "What?" Alfred demanded, immediately turning. "Do you doubt my love, Matthew?" Matthew gulped at the use of his full name, and stroked Alfred's hair. "O-Of course not, Alfie! You're thinking too--" "I'M thinking too much, Matthew? *I* am?!" Alfred's voice now rose, letting go of him. Matthew shook his head. "N-No, Master, plea--" "STOP CALLING ME MASTER!!" "I-I'm sorry!" Matthew pleaded again. He didn't mean to call him that; it just naturally came out when Alfred scared him. "A-Alfie, please--"
Anonymous sent: Matthew, still shaking slightly, ran a hand through Alfred's hair. "I-It's okay~!" He smiled, his violet eyes shining once more. "As long as you know I love you and you only, Alfie~" Alfred grinned and kissed his temple again, holding him close. "That's right, doll." "'Doll'?" Matthew asked, blinking. "Mm, you're my little doll." Alfred picked him up in his arms. "And anyone who tries to take you away from me will die." His eyes flashed dangerously again, and Matthew pursed his lips. "A-Alfie--"
Anonymous sent: "You're mine and mine only, Mattie." Alfred growled, leaning closer. "M-Mas--A-Alfie, please. Y-You're hurting me." Realization flickered across Alfred's furious cerulean eyes as Matthew said his name, and was replaced by immediate guilt. "Mattie..." He said softly, brushing his gloved hand against the other's cheek once more as he loosened his tight grip on his shaking arms, "I'm so sorry." He apologized, kissing his forehead.
