I Am Torchbearer And I Will Not Give Up On Him

My commission of a scene from Ode To Sleep by the amazing and talented @clancykisser is done! And it's perfect! This scene is from Chapter 15: Flying From A Fire which is the Nico And The Niners section of the lore. Previously, Clancy was smeared and had his memories erased. When he finally remembers, this is the last memory he sees. The scene is below:

Clancy’s fingers tapped anxiously on the handle. Why did he have such trepidation about opening this drawer? It dawned on Clancy that this was very much how he felt about leaving Dema behind and joining the Banditos in Trench. In both cases, he had to make a decision: to be comfortable and go with what he’d always known or to take a risk and embrace the new and unknown. It was time to make a decision. Clancy took a deep breath, wrapped his fingers around the handle, and finally opened the drawer. Inside the drawer was a single yellow daisy in full bloom. The dust in the drawer seemed to indicate that it had been there for some time, but the flower still seemed to be in great condition. Clancy picked up the flower, rotating it gently between his thumb and finger. Clancy recognized the flower and not just as the same flower he’d seen in the garden and with the Banditos in Trench. He recognized this specific flower. But why? Suddenly, fragments of memory began to rapidly flash through Clancy’s mind, as vividly as if he was in the moments themselves. A boy with curly brown hair and a smile as bright as the sun. The same person, but now an adult, his smile as brilliant as before. He and Clancy were talking, but about what? The memories shifted as quickly as they appeared. There was a torch, being handed from one hand to another. They were running. From what? Explosions. Smoke. Fire. Others running. Voices yelling. Chaos. Cold anxiety. A flash of red. A bishop? More fragments of memory flashed through Clancy’s mind. A camp with the Banditos. Cliffs and green hills. Happy faces. A fire. Peace. A flash of red again. Another bishop? Cold hands. Anxiety. Fear. He was back in Dema again, the man with brown hair looking sadly at him. Clancy felt searing pain and sadness as the memory shifted again. Despair. Finally, things came to a stop as one last memory flashed into Clancy’s mind. This time, it lingered. Clancy was standing in the garden of the necropolis. The man with brown hair from his other memories was standing next to him. He bent down and plucked a yellow daisy from the garden, tucking it gently into Clancy’s shirt pocket. “Take it with you. It’ll always remind you of me, our friendship, and our cause,” said the man with a smile. With that, the final memory faded and Clancy was back in his room, still sitting at his desk with the drawer open and the flower in his hand. 

LET ME BLESS YOUR DASH!

tiiiny bit of ty tummy there. just some almosts...

and there is a bit more of josh in there this week for you josh laners. i am sorry we don't have a josh day at the moment, but i am thinking about maybe doing something...

as a celebration of our new blog, here are some more tytummy photos for you all! don't we all miss that sliver of skin from the US clancy world tour?! curse his undershirt!!! get that man back out of his layers!

My commission of a scene from Ode To Sleep by the amazing and talented @clancykisser is done! And it's perfect! This scene is from Chapter 15: Flying From A Fire which is the Nico And The Niners section of the lore. Previously, Clancy was smeared and had his memories erased. When he finally remembers, this is the last memory he sees. The scene is below:

Clancy’s fingers tapped anxiously on the handle. Why did he have such trepidation about opening this drawer? It dawned on Clancy that this was very much how he felt about leaving Dema behind and joining the Banditos in Trench. In both cases, he had to make a decision: to be comfortable and go with what he’d always known or to take a risk and embrace the new and unknown. It was time to make a decision. Clancy took a deep breath, wrapped his fingers around the handle, and finally opened the drawer. Inside the drawer was a single yellow daisy in full bloom. The dust in the drawer seemed to indicate that it had been there for some time, but the flower still seemed to be in great condition. Clancy picked up the flower, rotating it gently between his thumb and finger. Clancy recognized the flower and not just as the same flower he’d seen in the garden and with the Banditos in Trench. He recognized this specific flower. But why? Suddenly, fragments of memory began to rapidly flash through Clancy’s mind, as vividly as if he was in the moments themselves. A boy with curly brown hair and a smile as bright as the sun. The same person, but now an adult, his smile as brilliant as before. He and Clancy were talking, but about what? The memories shifted as quickly as they appeared. There was a torch, being handed from one hand to another. They were running. From what? Explosions. Smoke. Fire. Others running. Voices yelling. Chaos. Cold anxiety. A flash of red. A bishop? More fragments of memory flashed through Clancy’s mind. A camp with the Banditos. Cliffs and green hills. Happy faces. A fire. Peace. A flash of red again. Another bishop? Cold hands. Anxiety. Fear. He was back in Dema again, the man with brown hair looking sadly at him. Clancy felt searing pain and sadness as the memory shifted again. Despair. Finally, things came to a stop as one last memory flashed into Clancy’s mind. This time, it lingered. Clancy was standing in the garden of the necropolis. The man with brown hair from his other memories was standing next to him. He bent down and plucked a yellow daisy from the garden, tucking it gently into Clancy’s shirt pocket. “Take it with you. It’ll always remind you of me, our friendship, and our cause,” said the man with a smile. With that, the final memory faded and Clancy was back in his room, still sitting at his desk with the drawer open and the flower in his hand.