#macroives

[shiftingmuse]

....excuse me!?

People are still writing MacRoIves in the year of 2024!?

*blinks*

Dear God; it lives!?

[shakespeareanhoneybadgers]

I don't know what happened, my brain got transported to a decade ago or something, I'm just happy to be writing again. Here's AO3 links for all of the brainrot that's been occurring over there if anyone's interested. Please note most contain canon typical violence, gore, crude language, and is significantly horny.

HieroxIves

Thy Fearful Symmetry: Follow-up to "Tyger Tyger" where Hiero prepares for her new life as a wendigo.

Along for the Ride: Just a traveling cannibal picking up a serial killing hitchhiker and the two of them falling in love like weirdos.

Tournament 1989: The Tournament AU with Hiero as a contestant and Ives as a sponsor.

The Wendigo Versus the Rugaroux: Union soldier meets Confederate widow and finds they share a similar...appetite.

MacAvoyxIves (MacIves?)

Someone Brave Coursing Through Your Veins: MacAvoy as Colqhoun basically.

MacRoIves (MacAvoyxHieroxIves)

Eden's Ark series: Joseph tries to start a new life in the states to forget his trauma from The Tournament. Unfortunately he chooses to volunteer at an animal shelter run by cannibals.

Hierophant and the Lovers series: Ives is forced to work for The Factory because of his husband; at least his coworker Hiero makes it bearable.

Hair of the Dog: Witchy Hiero agrees to help Father MacAvoy with his vampire problem.

[ask-colonel-ives]

"Ives!" she nearly screeched, grabbing his hand and all but slamming it upon her abdomen. "Feel that? Fuckin' feel that? I'm showin' already!"

Hiero, sweet, I don’t think it’s possible that you show after merely a m-…

Well… well…. would you look at that! This is most… ah… interesting… You weren’t supposed to show for a little while now and… Why don’t you sit down dear and I’ll make you some hot chocolate. The meat is probably making the little one strong inside.

[miss-shiva-adler]

Dear Anon

What I don’t get is why someone would spread hate, It’s okay to not like some characterizations, It’s okay not to like some ships, it’s okay not to like a story. BUT IN NO FUCKING WAY YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT TO : ONE, Spread hate and bash an author/RP/artist about everything you don’t like. TWO, be disrespectful and fucking STALK people because you want change. THREE, to think you can get away with it. Seriously a little bit of empathy won’t hurt for a change.

I sometimes disagree in what I read in fanfics, sometimes I don’t like how the story is going, sometimes I’m all in : “nope this is really not my thing” and you know what I do ? I just click on the little box with the cross on top of my screen and MOVE THE FUCK ON.  In no way I’m gonna amuse myself to spread hatred and wrath on people.

BECAUSE PEOPLE POUR THEIR HEART IN SOUL INTO WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND THAT DOESN’T GIVE YOU ANY RIGHT TO BE A SCUMBAG BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE IT. WHO ARE YOU TO THINK IT IS OKAY TO MAKE A PERSON WORTHLESS AND UNLOVED ? WHO ARE YOU TO THINK THAT YOUR ATTITUDE IS THE RIGHTFUL ONE ?

IT’S BECAUSE OF THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR THAT SOME AUTHORS STOP WRITING. IT’S BECAUSE OF YOUR KIND OF PEOPLE THAT AUTHORS START TO HATE WHAT THEY LOVE SO MUCH.

If you get happiness out of this, I’m seriously starting to wonder what kind of human being you are. Because this ? A thoughtful and loving person wouldn’t do this. But a selfish rotten, to the very core, person would.

Macroives and Hiero X Ives has given me more smiles and laughter than any other RP of any other fandom I’ve followed in the past 8 years.

SO KINDLY SHUT UP AND GO SPLURT YOUR ACID IN SOMEONE ELSE’S FACE.

with all my hate, Shiva

[ruroken77]

uh guys... um... while on that unplanned hiatus i mentioned... i may or may not have started shipping Rushbelle... and i haven't even seen all of SGU yet... i think i also started shipping MacRoIves... and i only just watched Ravenous today for the first time ever...

[shiftingmuse]

Father MacAvoy - The Hierophant - Colonel Ives

[shiftingmuse]

Whoever on ao3 is reading my work, I'll be cataloging stuff soon from this account and moving short stories to ao3.

I also want to attempt to write for the Dead Ringers verse again.

Uncertain on Hiero x MacAvoy x Ives, but we'll see where the words take me.

[ask-colonel-ives]

So, what has Ives been up too lately?

Uuurgh... hmphfff... hello?

“Yeah hello I need to speak to some fockin’ ‘Colonel’ or something. "

Yes you’ve... who’s this?

“Jest put the fockin’ Colonel on the phone will ye?”

Colonel Ives speaking, who are you and what do you want?

“OH thank God! Look, me boss told me to call ye if some shite happened and ‘some shite’ happened if ye know what I mean?”

No. Who are you?

“Do ye think I’m fockin’ stupid? I won’t tell ye on the phone but I’m on a job for M. Devine and some ‘SHITE’ happened and I really need tae do something about it and quick before tae ga-”

Well well, I didn’t know Daniel hired people has mouthy as he! No wonder you failed your job.

“Oi! Hang on, I didn’t fockin’ fail my job, I never said I fockin’ failed my job it’s just that some shite happened and-”

Oh just shut up and bring your ‘shite’ to me. I’ll see what I can do.

“Actually we’re already at the front door.”

---

The Colonel has been quite busy during the past month/year, dealing first with a very pregnant Hiero, his growing fondness for MacAvoy and then his two little pups. Twins they were and with Hierophant being physically unable to stop killing for two damn seconds and MacAvoy being busy with the church, Ives would become a stay-at-home dad and take care of the kids. Besides, being at home at all time meant he now had more time for his little evidence clearing business with the government, business he later extended to the Mob! Oh please, the government doesn’t have to know everything.

The pups where growing fast, too fast for Ives who would rather have them stay little and bright eyed all their lives. They are his pride and joy as far as he is concerned. With his growing pack, Francis is the happiest he has ever been in a very, very long time.

---

So? What do we have here?

“Just some sad fock who thought he could fool me, but I showed him.”

Yes, you sure did. And now the entire car is a mess. As you are.

“Yes and I really need to be home in two hours or I’ll miss the game so if ye could please stop bitchin’, do yer fockin’ job and let me do mine, we’ll-”

You will keep your voice down. The children are sleeping.

“U-ugh...”

And you will be very, very polite with me and you will handle me ‘bitching’ if it’s what you must do to be back home in time for your stupid game. Unless you want me to tell M. Devine that you killed the man who owed him over 10 000 dollars BEFORE he could pay up.

“How d-”

And you will call me Colonel... and that is all.

“Uuuuuurgh! Ah! Ye’re fockin’ insane!”

...

“C-Colonel...”

Good! Now strip. I’ll get you some other clothes. You will get cleaned up in this shower here. Limit your movements to a minimum in here, I want to make sure you leave as very little behind as possible.

“Yeah ok. Ok. Thank ye. And fer yer information, the client didn’t pay up, but he did tell me wheREAAAAAAAAAAARGH-”

Sorry. Water’s cold.

---

So yeah! That’s what Ivesey has been doing. Dissolving and burning evidences, butchering fresh corpses, feeding human flesh to his family and fucking his mates senseless in-between changing the kids’ diapers and singing lullabies.

A cold, calculative smooth bastard in a robe and silly ladybug slippers. Oh Ives! Don’t forget the baby monitor!

---

“I look like a fockin’ poof.”

You look like a man who has nothing to hide.

“What are ye going tae do with me clothes?”

Burn them.

“WOT? Ye can’t burn me clothes! Me jers-”

It’s that or you risk getting caught for your brashness.

“I’d take the risk anytime! Taking one for the team, eh?”

No. No I’m afraid, M. DeSouza, that I have to return you to M. Devine safe and sound.

“But me fockin’ jersey!”

Alas! You should have thought about it before you blew someone’s brain out in a small, enclosed space.

“Fockin’ hell!”

Aye. Very well then! Off you go, if you want to make it home in time for your game.

“OH! Shite! Yeah!”

Take the car to this address. Tell the owner of the junkyard, Gaz, that the Colonel sent you. Don’t accept payment from him, I’ll know if you do. Tell him to take his boy somewhere nice instead. You go home any way you please for there. I’ll be expecting payment from M. Devine by the end of the week. Now if you’ll excuse me, a body to destroy.

“Oi! They said a lot af things about tae ‘colonel’, and I didnae believe most af them but I have tae admit, ye’re pretty good! Pretty good eh!”

Yes well even I can make less mess while killing someone than you, and that is saying something.

“Fock off!”

Yes, buh-bye.

[ask-colonel-ives]

Why are you waiting for her to come to you?

Well because she either has MacAvoy up her skirt almost 24/7 or is away for work, or to see some friends, and when she deigns find time for me it’s nothing but nagging about Candy Crush (I’m wondering if she’s not the one with the real addiction here!), nagging about books, nagging about every damn things and receiving nudes from strange hippies.

[ask-colonel-ives]

Wait wait wait

Joseph... did you just say...

We're to be f- fathers?...

...

......

We'retobefathersreallywhatnoohgodohgodyesbutnobutwhatbutwhenHierohowyespleasenoohgodwhatishappeningtomybrainIcan'tohgodisthiswhatitfeelsliketobeMacAvoyohgodI'mgoingtobeapapaohwaitthelittlepriesttooisthisthereallife

*collapse on the floor*

[ask-colonel-ives]

Ives I was searching for my bible, and I found a journal. There were pictures and a recipes. It was really old, and now I know what 'John' looks like.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!??????

FUCK OFF! FUCK. OFF! This is mine. MINE! We are sharing a woman, and consider yourself lucky we do, but that is IT. 

You will tell no one about whatever it is you think you saw, and you will stop with that stupid fucking little obsession of yours. And I mean it, little priest. You have no. fucking. idea what I do to people who get their noses a bit too far up my things, and believe me this… THIS… fucking trespass of my privacy is wayyyy out of Hierophant’s protection range.

Leave me alone. FUCK. OFF!

[ask-colonel-ives]

I'm thinking of inviting some... old friends for Thanksgiving

After all, Hiero is making pies for a small army and I wouldn't let that go to waste. Wonder if MacAvoy has family...

Not that he'd want to taint them, of course.

Silly man.

Since Hiero is stuck on paperwork for the rest of her maternity, her kind colleagues thought to cheer her up by bringing us none other than the dead son of a senator yesterday. I'm thinking of making his head our centrepiece and send them a picture. I'll roast his fat arse with a lot of cream and my secret herbs and spices. Not sure what to do with the rest. Ideas?

[ask-colonel-ives]

How are things with the lil priest and your lamb?

Well…

He is more entertaining then I thought he would be. So I guess aside from the fact that I basically just granted my mate the right of polygamy, I guess everything is fine.

I put salt in his coffee once. It was amusing. Hiero did not think so but oh well.