#mary's navigation

[sunshinemunchkin]

Criminal Minds

** = smut

Aaron Hotchner (discontinued)

Come a Little Closer -in the cold of alaska, you and hotch end up being forced to share a room. what will become of it at the end of it all?

Golden Coast -you forced aaron to do a tik-tok dance and he will never admit that he is actually having fun making these.

Sweatshirt -when you show up to work in aaron's sweatshirt, his mind overheats, his next move being that he calls you up to his office.

Sharpest Tool -you knew hotch would always come to your rescue, that added with months of unattended to pining, emotions are acted upon.

Light -aaron tells you just how worried he is for you after you're processing the trauma you just went through. he reminds you of who you used to be.

You Both** -you and aaron finally get a moment alone with your kids out for the day.

Rain Critters -you and aaron have a small picnic lunch with your two little ones.

Finger Painting** | Part 2** -after coming up with a new hobby of painting portraits on skin, instead of canvases, you and aaron decide to make it a traditional activity of all sorts.

Lazy Sunday’s -your sunday's were always lazy and loving since you met the hotchner's, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

Love Day -aaron plans a valentine’s day breakfast in bed for you and your children, however one of them decides to take things in a different direction.

Bided Time -aaron and you both knew the risks of this job, of this life. you just didn't expect for it to get this dangerous.

The Couch & The Blanket -in an attempt to get aaron to relax, you try something that you know works like a charm.

Hold Me While You Wait -it was selfish of aaron to keep you here when you were so tired from fighting to stay alive, so he does what he does best which is hold you in his arms. keeping you safe for as long as he can.

Curtain Call -you invite aaron to the play that you’re in, and aaron is blown away by the performance that you put on.

Dumbass -after a particularly hard and dangerous case, you and aaron are worried for one another. that worry eventually presents itself as anger and love.

I Bet on Losing Dogs -an au where aaron is a boxer and your roommate. one night, when he competes in a bad fight, he comes home to you and feelings are dished out as you piece him back together.

110 Degrees ** -a pool party commences on this particular bau vacation. a game of chicken breaks out and suddenly feelings are stirred up between you and aaron.

#one shots #mary's navigation #criminal minds fics

[bincue]

Mari Sugiyama

#silent hill #sh #mari sugiyama #blood tw #from the silent hill perfect navigation book btw

[thevulturesquadron]

And another thing about Rogue x Magneto (feels like the old man screaming to the skies)! Another reason why, in the past few years, they’ve grown on me is their personalities dynamic. Besides how mature they are when they acknowledge one another, they kinda just balance each other so well.

Rogue is an atom bomb. She knows what's missing, but she never lets her pain and her craving for a normal life take her down. She knows she has one life and nothing can stop her from living it, even if she has to punch her way to happiness. Magneto is solemn, always burdened by his past, his pain, his ideals. There isn't a single part of him that exists just for himself. He carries the weight of responsibility, both as a survivor and as a powerful mutant whose abilities are channeled either towards destruction or creation.

And in the face of all of that Rogue is a constant reminder to live. She doesn’t tell him how to do it, doesn’t preach it or show him. She just does it, every day. And when it's in his presence it’s just impossible for him not to feel it. We see that in the comics. We see it in the unconditional, open love he has for her. We see it in the way he is pursuing her or the reasoning behind him pushing her away. We see it even when they're arguing, even when they're saying goodbye, in the way he values her happiness outside of himself. I adore how utterly in love he is with her because her sheer will to feel alive is magnetic (pun intended). On her end, in all of the arcs/stories where they are around each other, it feels like Rogue is empowered to be herself, to own her opinions and thoughts. She actually gets the space to own her mistakes, most importantly, in a way that is not syphoned through his presence in her life (which hurts my romy heart because it’s one of the biggest flaws in their relationship - or at least the way it’s been written and rewritten).

Rogue is volatile and full of life. Magneto is grounded by his troubles and responsibilities, real or self-imposed.

He says ‘the world is bigger than any one of us.’ And she answers ‘the world is each and every one of us’. And that’s that.

#rogue #magneto #rogneto #rogueneto #erik lehnsherr #anna marie #x men #x men 97 #x men ‘97 #marvel #comics #mostly comics #I have too many emotions #still can’t believe we got their relationship explored on screen #would have never hoped for it #still navigating all these feels

[spatialwave]

taking aspiration from your ankle, i'm so sorry😭 but... limoreau where jordan or marie have a broken/strained ankle and one of them has to take care of the other (i know they're supers but i'm gonna ignore that lol)

SCREAMING SKFKDDN… if anyone knows a thing or two about bad ankles it’s me.

-

living a busy life as a student and t.a. had left jordan working anywhere from sixty to eighty-hour weeks. there was an abundance of full-time classes, homework and grading papers with most days starting at 6 a.m. and ending at 6 p.m., oftentimes later. they didn't mind the busy lifestyle, though, marie could see under that facade the stress that was beginning to eat them away.

there was an old belief that marie's mom believed in, that sickness and injuries were often the universe's way of telling you to slow down and relax. marie was reminded of that belief once or twice when she was younger and working tirelessly away for her school projects and riddled with stress, only to be hit with a terrible cold that would leave her on bed rest for a couple days.

she always found it to be so odd, why would the universe make you sick if it felt like you needed to relax? there was so much to worry about when you were sick.

then she got older and it began to make sense. the more she let stress eat her away and the less she focused on her well-being — the universe would remind her that she need to learn how to take time to just exist (in a twisted sort of way).

that belief came to mind when jordan had called them early in the morning one day, their heavy breath audible through the phone as they explained to marie that they needed help. a sprained ankle, the last thing they needed to disrupt their busy week.

jordan was mad about it, especially when luke and andre were called by marie to help get jordan back to their dorm. it was so fucking embarrassing, but marie was so damn good at making them feel okay about it. she didn’t hesitate on finding brink and explaining the situation, that jordan would be out of commission for a few days. she comforted jordan’s worries with the old wives’ tale that her mom would say — maybe it was the universe telling them to slow the fuck down. it was laughable at first, but the sentiment kept them from exploding into a ball of stress.

“this sucks, moreau,” jordan was laying in bed with their foot resting on a couple pillows, elevated. they let out a slight hiss in pain as marie adjusted the tensor compression bandage over their swollen ankle, her fingers moving carefully as she murmured a soft ‘sorry’ under her breath, “it’s totally messing with my goddamn routine.”

“it’s been four hours, jordan,” marie snorted through a smile, her eyes looking up at them as she clasped the bandage tight and set the ice pack back on the injured joint, “give it a few days and you’ll be back to being jitter bean’s most loyal morning customer.”

jordan rolled their eyes away from marie with a huff, trying not to let her teasing remark actually make them smile; they were back to feeling frustrated about the situation. with another dramatic huff they readjusted themselves on the bed, reaching behind them to try fix the pile of pillows they were laying against.

“let me,” marie murmured, quickly moving to jordan’s side and motioning for them to lean forward so they could fluff the pillows, “is that good?”

jordan sighed as they leaned back, looking up at marie with a sheepish nod. the worst part about the injury was how helpless they felt. being fiercely independent wasn’t going to help this situation. “you don’t have to stay. you’re missing classes.” their voice was soft as they spoke, gaze flickering away.

“it’s fine, i told you already. i’ll catch up.”

jordan leaned forward again, “but it’s not the same as-“

“jordan.” marie spoke with sternness in her voice, a hand reaching out to their chest as she guided them back against the pillows, “it’s fine.”

a disgruntled sigh came from them, but they didn’t fight back. jordan forced themselves to relax against the pillows and lifted a hand up to rest over marie’s, grabbing it gently so they could bring it to their lips and press a chaste kiss over her knuckles.

“thank you,” they murmured against her skin, “i’ll make this worth your while once i’m back on two feet.”

marie giggled, pulling her hand from them, then walked around the bed so she could let herself collapse beside them, “oh, yeah? a morning jitter bean coffee date?”

“fuck you.”

“kidding!” marie laughed harder now, moving to rest up on her elbow so she could have some height over jordan while she composed herself, “just buy me a nice dinner and we’ll call it even.” she said as she lifted a hand to their cheek, thumb brushing skin.

“okay,” they whispered, smiling as they nuzzled their face against her hand and appreciated the physical affection for a few moments. guided by the heat of the moment, jordan moved their body towards marie so they could press their lips together, but a groan followed right after when they twisted their ankle in an unfavourable position, “fuck.”

marie pulled back slowly, the hand that was on their cheek was on their chest once more, guiding them right back to where they were, “easy now.” she said as she tried to fight off a smile, “we can do more of that in a few days.”

“this is fucking torture. the universe fucking hates me.” jordan breathed out, running their hands over their face.

“it doesn’t hate you. it just wants you to remember to take care of yourself…” marie murmured, “or to at least remind you that i’m here to help.”

jordan watched as marie tucked herself neatly against their side, remote in hand as she moved her attention back to the television they’d been watching earlier before marie rewrapped the ankle. they admired her for a few moments, easily reminded that they’d be losing their mind if she wasn’t here.

“just try to relax, okay?” she spoke up, tilting her head back to meet jordan’s gaze, a small smile adorned on her lip, “and let me know whenever you need something. don’t be stubborn.”

jordan’s lips cracked into a smile and they could feel their heart flutter in their chest. “i love you.”

“i love you too, dork.” she giggled.

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #gen v prime #gen v fanfiction #heavily inspired by my partner and i as i navigate this stupid sprained ankle djfjdnd #spatialanswers #wordsbyspatial

[dommarhooober]

Do you agree with her, that SCP-6709 is still 15?

From Neighborhood Navigatiors - Chapter 7 - Dommar - OMORI (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] around the time RW Mari was revived.

From Conscience Navigators - Chapter 17 - Dommar - OMORI (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] in SCP-6709's file.

Don't harass them

#dommarhooober #conscience explorers #omori fandom #scp foundation #omori fanfic #neighborhood navigators #omori #ao3 #omori au #omori mari #poll #tumblr polls #my polls

[lllsaslll]

Lisa Marie Presley {February 1, 1968 – January 12, 2023}

#my heart is heavy tonight #im slowly begining to accept whats happened #i feel so much loneliness in this #strsnge bc im not alone. im so thankful to have this comunity to hold on to as we navigate it all. #lisa marie presley #i hope she is well and happy and at peace with her father her son and the rest of her lost loved ones #i also wish strength to get through this loss for those who survive lisa #elvis #elvis presley

[daisychainsandbowties]

thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.

climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.

Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.

startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.

she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.

turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.

there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.

she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.

when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.

Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.

“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”

Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”

Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”

her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds. 

“I might.”

she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being. 

Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.

she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.

they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.

Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.

they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.

behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.

the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.

it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”

then he wheezes, shudders, stills.

they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.

“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.

“I think so.”

then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.

this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.

the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.

she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic. 

they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere. 

they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”

“No!”

“Aim it away from your own face.”

and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again. 

they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.

there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.

they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian’s immense study.

Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.

“I can’t… seem to make this work.”  

Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.

the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers. 

it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere. 

until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.

“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.

Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”

#treasure planet au #warrior nun #avatrice #and yeah what about cyborg shannon & mary her first mate and their (pirate) spaceship/ literally just an 18th century frigate #thinking of shannon growing increasingly fond of beatrice who helps her with her star charts and the calculations for navigating space #both of them of course planning their betrayal but looking at these two girls slowly realising they're in love #furious conversations in the captain's cabin and lilith up in the crows nest half the time. cam pestering her with tea #🥹🥹 ava with morph the little pink blob who sure yeah belongs to shannon but hangs out 'spying' on mary in the kitchen #i just think ava and bea should run away and accidentally join a pirate crew together #it'll be fun (i say remembering the Black Hole Incident) #anyway maybe i will write this idk

[rahabs]

The Tudors ran so Wulf Hall could shuffle awkwardly around reiterating the same tired old Tudor stereotypes while claiming to be something new.

#It's so funny but as a historian I will genuinely defend 'The Tudors' to the death even with all its problems #Because it did was so few other Tudor shows/movies/media have ever done #And that is: it focused on things BEYOND just Henry and his wives. #Yes Henry was the focal point which makes SENSE but that's just it: #HENRY was the focal point. Most other Tudor media pieces have one of the wives (usually Catherine/Anne) as the focus and doesn't delve muc #Into the history or what was happening in England beyond the King's Great Matter. #The Tudors went ALL out. Yes they didn't get everything right but the fact that they tried and spotlighted so many other #Historical characters and events? The Pilgrimage of Grace? Actually LOOKING at the religious issues even if they weren't always accurate? #(Like with Aske for example. BUT AT LEAST THEY INCLUDED ROBERT ASKE like good lord it's like other Tudor media forgets everything else) #Focusing on Cromwell but also the Seymour brothers? The politics behind Henry? Even Brandon as annoying as his storylines could get. #Even smaller characters like Tallis and Gardiner and other Reformation and Counter-Reformation figures. #The fact that they featured the Reformation and Counter-Reformation AT ALL let alone tried to dive into the complexities of England's #religious crises. The burning of Anne Askew even? People having to navigate England's increasingly unstable religious situations? #The series hit its peak after the CoA/Anne stuff was over imho. Yes Cranmer and Norfolk annoyingly vanished despite being major figures in #the R/CR and they combined Mary and Margaret but god the Tudors did SO MUCH that NO OTHER PIECE OF TUDORS MEDIA has EVER DONE. #It looked BEYOND Henry BEYOND his wives and tried to paint a comprehensive pictur of a deeply troubling and divisive time in English histor #And it did so without demonising one side and it was just so good for so many reasons that I forgive its errors because damn did they TRY. #Tried in a way no one else ever has (no Wulf Hall did not I'm sorry) #(Wulf Hall was just the same old stereotypes rehashed and branded as something 'original' because it was from Cromwell's POV but again. #Same old stereotypes. Nothing actually original about anything else.) #The Tudors is so underrated for what it tried to do and what it achieved and I am reaching the tag limit but UGH god. Amazing. #Not even getting into how wonderful they were with Mary Tudor/Mary I herself and showing figures around her #Because that would be another tag essay considering the subject of my thesis. #Flawed but wonderful. #text #chey.txt

[strangergraphics]

plant themed header and divider set:

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕

#mari’s dividers 🍂 #mari’s headers 🍂 #aesthetic dividers #cute dividers #colorful dividers #tumblr dividers #green dividers #plant dividers #leaf dividers #plant headers #headers #tumblr headers #navigation header #masterlist header #green headers #cream headers

[mirrormlrrorrr]

❥ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ!

❥ requests: OPEN!

❥ Rules!

Things I will write for!

Demon slayer, One Piece, HXH, TBHK, Junji Ito, FNAF (1-7 + fazbear frights)

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Comfort

Scenarios

Imagines

Headcanons

Oneshots

Things I will NOT write for!

Smut! (Don't really feel comfortable with writing it.)

Kagaya Ubayishki! (Anything besides platonic I'm not okay with.)

Anything romantic with the following characters: Gon, Killua, Kagaya, Whitebeard, Jimbei, Tsukasa, Mairl, Genya, Souichi, Bon-bon, Dee-Dee, Bonnet :)

Character x oc

Demon Slayer

❥Being friends with Genya

Hunter x Hunter

❥ Go to bed (Kurapika Kurta)

Toilet-bound Hanako-Kun

❥Nothing yet!

One Piece

❥ "do you miss me, you sad lady?" (big mom!!)

Junji Ito

❥ Dating Tomie

Fnaf

❥ Nothing yet!

#navigation #masterlist #first post #demon slayer #kny #hunter x hunter #hxh 2011 #tbhk #one piece #junjiitocollect #junji ito maniac #junji ito collection #toilet bound hanako kun #soichi #Tomie #Mari igarashi

[irenicstars]

⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ masterlist !

「 MARAUDERS ERA 」

「 GOLDEN TRIO ERA 」

if you'd like me to write for any other fandoms / characters, don't hesitate to ask because i would gladly do so !

#irenicstars ! #irenicstars #harry potter #harry potter fandom #marauders fandom #masterlist #navigation #nav #remus lupin #remus x sirius #remus loves sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius and regulus #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #james loves regulus #lily evans #mary mcdonald #marylily #james x lily #lily evans potter #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #mlm #wlw #golden trio era #golden trio #ronald weasley

[sunshinemunchkin]

Harry Potter 

** = smut

George Weasley (discontinued) 

A Moment  -you and george get into a fight, but you still have some hidden demons from your past.

Put You First -george is feeling inferior to fred. you, being his best friend, comfort him and push his insecurities away.

Ron Weasley (discontinued)

Not a Thing -you’re floating up in subspace and ron fails to notice.

Riddikulus -your relationship with ron has been on the ropes for a while now. since it began, you had your doubts. but this was your breaking point. 

Draco Malfoy (discontinued) 

Just Stay -draco makes a grave mistake and just needs you to stay with him. 

James Potter

Brisk -early mornings with your potter boys were something you always adored… no matter how chaotic. 

What a Heavenly Way to Die** -james wants nothing more than to show you just how good he can make you feel. you finally agree. 

Remus Lupin 

Selfish Love -a rough full moon causes remus to remember that not everything is bad, not if he had you there to help piece him back together with love and bandages. 

Poly!Marauders

Me-Time With You -the marauders understand the importance of alone time… however this doesn’t stop them from trying to spend some quality time with you. 

Feel You -the desperation to feel close to someone in more ways than one overtakes your mind, remus decides to quench your need.

#one shots #mary's navigation #harry potter fics

[kailiberarts]

Make way, make way... ... for the 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝔂 is here to steal your lives and souls away

Ahem.

Fuck.

After a day of distraction with chores, homework, and other stuff, this is the finished special post: A long artwork of all Treasure Island OCs and self-inserts in their dark and evil forms >:D

Sadly, it isn’t in color mainly because the majority of the character refs don’t have any color, so I must simply have all in black and white 😅

From top to bottom: Solome (@norusaki), Jonah (@chrishasatumbl-r), Zed (@zedortoo), the Navigator (@johankasas), Jeanna (@gilenart), Maria Blue (@rat-raptor), Kyung Wolf (@onelonecritter), Maria (@marianelidovaart), Rivers (@meat-pvppet), Henrietta (@helenapsent), Mari (@vintagepomeranian), Alicen Blaski (@sunstar-of-the-north), and lastly Kaiden Moses (me))

(also may or may not send individual characters to their respective owners (actually lol gonna do that soon)

#my art #treasure island #self insert club #oc club #solome (oc) #jonah (oc) #zed (oc/self insert) #the navigator (self insert) #jeanna (oc) #maria blu (self insert) #kyung woolf (oc) #maria (oc) #captain rivers (oc) #henrietta (oc) #mari (self insert) #alicen blaski (self insert) #kaiden moses #goddamn what an ensemble cast of monsterous characters #(affectionately speaking :] )

[hiddenworldofmary]

late at night when you’re plagued by thoughts old and new, the only person you could ask for advice isn’t there and all you can do is imagine the conversation you would have if you could

you cry and you journal and life goes on

#be strong little mary #some things will be harder than others to navigate alone #but you can do it #some things from the past resurface and that’s ok #first you think then and then you think some more and only then you act #whatever you do it will be ok #just don’t be stupid #cry all you want but don’t be stupid just because you have a more vulnerable moment #put the thoughts on paper and hope for an answer of some sort #this whole year is just a massive fucking test isn’t it #hyping myself up #i guess #late night thoughts #thoughts #personal #mine #journaling #can’t sleep #again #💔❤️‍🩹

[inverse-problem]

giving in and looking up more biblical angel lore to gain more ultrakill insights but I’m having to dodge all the websites that say shit like “hand over your eternal living soul to jesus”

#I’m sorry I don’t want jesus to pilot my eternal soul like a mech #I am exaggerating bc that’s not the specific phrasing but you get the idea #I don’t even believe in any of this stuff but I was raised on it so it has a strange grip on my psyche still #fun to be ex catholic because the guilt still sticks around #it’s fine I’m fine it’s just funny navigating ultrakill lore with this #I mean gabriel is ostensibly the same dude who went to mary and said ‘you’re pregnant btw’ #I guess the 2000-and-something years that followed were rough on him #anyway I’m rambling bc I’m sleepy #inverse problem.txt

[dommarhooober]

It's been months and I've only just truly realized RW Mari and Basil have elbow spikes when they fully transform their arms. Try to imagine this bitch woman with elbow spikes after dislodging her lower arm and using the power of SCPs to slide it up without touching it. ALL without breaking her sleeves.

#conscience explorers #neighborhood navigators #conscience navigators #omori #ao3 #omori au #omori fanfic #omori fandom #quotev #scp foundation #omori mari #Eldritch-ish #She's very talented #All this happens within 0.5 seconds #You do NOT want to anger her