#not on Scarab’s watch >:O

[inkclover]

we love a short king who lifts

stronk bug! :P

#i mean i imagine Scarab is defo pretty tall on his own #bro towers over fionna and the gang #but then there’s prismo…who just SHOOTS upwards #also HUZZAH human prismo design am currently comfortable at doodling #prohibitedwish #scarab #prismo #prismo the wishmaster #fionna and cake #adventure time #inky doods #inky art #was thinking the first time prismo spends a day as human…he ain’t good on his feet #and scarab just went fuck it and YOINK him up #he’d say it’s to not waste time dawdling #but rlly walking outside in slippers? #not on Scarab’s watch >:O

[gemini-sensei]

You asked for domestic headcanons and all I can think about is this…

Jaime’s S/O tracing the scarab/khaji da whenever Jaime is laying on his stomach or doesn’t have a shirt on in the house…. I just

AHHH

Just lightly tracing it with the tip of their finger, watching it glow in the dark of their room. Khaji Da knows what they are doing, but never says anything about it because it likes it. This little interaction Reader has with it just affirms that this is the person for Jaime because they obviously accept him and Khaji as they are one.

Maybe Reader even talks to Khaji even though it can't answer them back. Say there was a tough battle broadcast on the news and when Jaime comes home tired as fuck, he drops and is fast asleep; Reader talks to Khaji lowly, thanking it for keeping him safe 🥺

#jaime reyes headcanons #jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes #blue beetle headcanons #blue beetle imagines #blue beetle x reader #khaji da #gemini sensei #chubby reader #plus size reader

[bones4thecats]

Omg you're on a writing spree!! Can I request for anubis, zerofuku and Loki with a reader who's very touch starve and like biting into their s/o neck or get bitten back? This is probably weird sksnodjd thank you In advance!!

A/N: I loved writing this! The version of Zerofuku I have chosen for this was Misfortune! Zerofuku (so dark him), since it woukd make more sense than Lucky! Zerofuku (light him) because he's basically a child in that form and 🤢. NOW! I hope you enjoy this!!

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🐶 This guy is one of the rare physically affectionate Gods in Valhalla, so when he heard or saw how touch-starved you were, he jumped into high-action

🐶 Anubis had been hugging you while resting in his temple one hot afternnoon

🐶 Despite the overwhelming temperatures, your husband seemed to be able to withstand these waves of hell like they were nothing

🐶 He was watching a scarab crawl on the floor as you held your head up and sunk your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he tilted his head

🐶 Anubis laughed as you let go and nuzzled into his chest

🐶 He figured you had grown into his habits, as he liked to nuzzle you and nibble, eventually leading to biting, you when bored and relaxing together

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👻 Zerofuku and you didn't really have much to do when he wasn't spreading misfortune

👻 He was surprised when he didn't somehow infect you with misfortune, and he was also thankful that you didn't seem to run away from him when you got the chance

👻 Because of his minuscule amount of work relating to the Gods, Zerofuku had decided to take a day off from doing his stuff and switch to relaxing

👻 He looked at you and smiled gently as you were coddled in his hair and arms

👻 Your eyes fluttered open as he looked up at the sky and at the passing crane overhead, and you took your opportunity

👻 You bit into his neck as he gasped and covered his face, which was bursting into a dark red color, and he groaned in pain and pleasure

👻 Letting his flesh fall out from your mouth, you moved down to the hole in his chest, leaving kisses along the rim before laying back down in his arms with his hair against your smaller form

👻 It's official, you broke the God of Misfortune

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🐍 This guy is definitely into a lot of crazy stuff

🐍 From biting to holding you in his lap with him shape-shifting into different people each time, this guy is a 50/50

🐍 50% of the time he is a sadist with you (though not as much as he is with others), and the other 50% he's a massive masochist

🐍 And today was one of those second 50% days

🐍 Loki was bored and hanging from a tree with you being held in his arms as he planned out his next prank against his cousin, Thor, and his uncle, Odin

🐍 You looked up, or rather down, at him and then at his neck before slowly moving towards the open flesh and bit into it roughly

🐍 Loki froze while he thought, his face lightning up and his eyes closing with a smile growing on his face

" Oh my little vixen, you're gonna regret that~ "

#Record of Ragnarok #RoR #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie #SnV #RoR Norse Pantheon #RoR Egyptian Pantheon #Record of Ragnarok Gods #RoR Gods #Record of Ragnarok x Reader #RoR x Reader #Shuumatsu no Valkyrie x Reader #SnV x Reader #RoR Norse Pantheon x Reader #RoR Egyptian Pantheon x Reader #Record of Ragnarok Gods x Reader #RoR Gods x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #RoR Anubis #RoR Anubis x Reader #RoR Zerofuku #RoR Zerofuku x Reader #RoR Loki #RoR Loki x Reader

[erenxfrieda]

kind of headcannons about yanderes, so basic warnings about kidnapping, manipulation, unhealthy dynamics, obsession, overprotective behavior.

I kind of lied about Fern being the best yandere of AT, IMO Betty would be the best choice, girl freaking holds her man like her wifey, punches weird magical creatures she saw for the first time and she doesn't give a F about some big ass red boss baby , ALL FOR A MAN!!!

as for yandere potential, I would have ranked them like this. ↓

Betty/Golbetty is a really dedicated, ruthless and determined person when it comes to saving and protecting people she loves, even as a regular human she does really scary stuff against some powerful beings, all for beloved! I also really like Magicwoman Betty, I like insane yanderes losing their mind over how to save s/o , especially if they were really sweet and caring before all the crazy stuff happened.

Lich is kind of underrated tho, his voice actor really serves, a good villain which would give me god-like yandere villain/human beloved vibes which would be like a pet for Lich. The power difference is tasty, not to mention the size difference. Would wish to extinct all the life in the universe only for you to be all alone with him :P

Simon is not like Betty, even though he totally would do the same as her, sacrifice everything he has only for his s/o, without them he is nothing and pathetic to watch. but I see him as some kind of father figure with fucked up mind. Hates himself for it, thinks he's too old for you, you totally deserve better than someone like him, but not like he is against the idea of you being around him.

Scarab, The Star somehow like Lich, if you are human or just weaker than them, they would treat you as some sort of pet too. Maybe Scarab would taunt you more, calling you pathetic, ugly and disgusting, at the same time he would be the one who bathes you all the time. He thinks he is superior, but actually freak deep inside. But I would give bonus points for the reverse dynamic, s/o who treats Scarab as a bug he is, not caring about him begging for a job as a wishmaster. step on him, squish him like a bug, but he would run to you for more.

Ooo Finn is himbo, funny guy, actually average yandere, but Jake's death really changes his view on life. It's canon that he waits for the day he dies just to see his brother again. I think he would be a really overprotective one, always on your side whenever you go, helping you with whatever you have to do even if it's something simple. I love the idea of the good loyal hero being a little too protective towards their s/o. Most of the time Finn actually can't understand what he is doing wrong, so if you tell them about it, he would laugh it off.

FW Finn is such a cherry. I would pick Ice Finn and adult FW Finn for this. Ice Finn is scary, before he goes crazy, he is a polite and cute young man, but like other crown users, he has a really deep sense of love for the one he loves enough to put that cursed thing on his head just to save them. I see him more like a creepy guy, not like Ice King tho, Ice Finn would be kind of scarier since all those buildings made of frozen people would scare off everyone. He would be a clingy guy seeking human warmth since his body temperature is too low, but don't run away from him or you will add to his frozen collection.

Adult FW Finn are much cooler in both senses, like Ooo Finn he is overprotective, might be even more since Destiny Gang is always around and he can't let his s/o to be killed by them, he already had to lose his wife, so you would be guarded 24/7. Canonically, Finn would totally hear you once you try to leave him, so don't try it. He won't hurt you, but you would lose your privilege to walk.

Minerva just like her son is the one who wants to help people all the time. Even though they don't really want her help. It will be short here, but like I said about Finn before, she is an overprotective one, and her being everywhere literally would make your life a living nightmare since it would be hard as hell to leave her.

I already made headcannons about Fern, so will be short here too. Fern>Finn in yandere behavior, Fern is violent due to grass demon influence, he has low self-esteem, he doesn't think he deserves you since Finn would be much better at protecting you from harm. But his mind is constantly changing, so in the moment of trying to prove himself, he will kidnap or kill whoever stays on his way to get you, not to mention that if you are the person who's in good relationships with Finn, he would not hesitate to take care of Finn and take his place.

Winter King is a weirdo who has too much power. He is affectionate and could mess with the brains of everyone with his charm. Look at him, such a nice and powerful King! How could you not love him, dude?? Money, knowledge, power, love, all he has and he will give it to you. Well, if you are smart enough to see him playing, his mood will turn into a more angry one, showing some traits of the Ice King. So yeah, same old kidnapping Ice King stuff...

For PB&Candy Queen it's obvious, just like Ice Kings, she is a crazy girl, the definition of yandere, but her blender thingie is actually impressive. I don't think she will be all lovey dovey with her s/o, like she could play her songs for you, keeping you trapped, but one day you will be mixed with her together. PB from the vampire world is kind of like a much cooler version of OG PB, I like her character design and how she is portrayed, I just like strong women who would dominate you, that's all.

Can't say much about Hunter, Fionna, PB, Marceline or Phoebe for now. They're kind of chill and too cute, I can't see them doing crazy stuff (for now). For Huntress Wizard, my love, I see her cool and chill too, but this girl would give you some wild presents like when she gave Finn an animal's heart 😭 well, she is a lonely wolf type, kind of don't know what couples are supposed to do and would try to express herself in her own style which would weird you out a little but she still tries!

Peppermint Butler is kind of underrated too, he's a freaking funny guy, no one would actually believe you if you say that this candy guy would do some creepy shit. I mean look at him! Kind of like more the idea where his s/o is some really powerful entity like Death or Vampire King, he would daydream about you, giggling and kicking his feet making weird fanfics about you in his journal~~~

For Uncle Gambald and Patience, I would say they're pretty strong and violent. Don't disobey those two unless you want to die or something, are you stupid?? Patience at least would try to appear like she's actually trying to be good, she wants to know you more and teach some stuff, or tell stories about the past, just don't ignore her. Uncle Gambald is a creep, stay away from him!! He's gonna make you dumb candy citizen too!!

I actually love Prismo so much, but as for yandere he would be really tied up to his work. I mean, he can't do anything with you when you are outside his time room. He is helpless. He can't touch you or feel you like others would, he can't be around you 24/7 like them, he can't give you what most people need from their partners and it is really sad. Of course, he can make you appear in his time room whenever he wants, he can make everything you wish for, hoping that maybe you will stay with him a little longer. I don't think he would appear angry or annoyed by you, he's too sweet and caring. If you want to leave just go, but he would feel like shit without you around, his work is boring as hell, people who came for making a wish are annoying him, his time room is full of garbage. But Prismo's attention focused totally on videos of you from different universes, the only thing keeping him entertained.

#yandere x reader #yandere adventure time #simon petrikov x reader #finn mertens x reader #fern the human x reader #yandere fionna and cake #winter king x reader #scarab x reader #prismo x reader #fern x reader #betty grof x reader #farmworld finn x reader #Huntress wizard x reader #yandere imagines

[madlittlecriminal]

Jaime Reyes with an s/o who’s Mexican?

I’m Mexican and Jaime’s one of my faves since he’s also Mexican 🤭

About Time ➜ Jaime Reyes × Mexican!GN!Reader [headcanons]

i felt this honestly. honestly, call me biased, but any character who’s Hispanic/Latino(a) are my favorites 🤷🏽‍♀️ also, im sorry this is so late anon :(

Warnings: mentions of Mexican men stereotypes, hints of smut but no actual smut, mention of praying to our lady Guadalupe (this is a warning just in case people are either against religion, have other beliefs or simply don’t believe in anything)

this is a little bit self-indulgent because i never owned the infamous tiger blanket or snuggled in it but i heard it was more comfortable than a regular blanket

He broke every stereotype known to man.

Mexican men don’t cook?

He be in the kitchen cooking anything from creative dishes to Mexican traditional dishes

Mexican men don’t clean?

Music is on and you both are cleaning.

He didn’t care about those stereotypes because he knew he wasn’t like that

He’d even be the softest boy with you by cuddling, but he’d always want to be the little spoon.

It was funnier when he pulled out the tiger blanket.

He said it was the only stereotype he’ll accept with pride.

You had to laugh.

You honestly couldn’t remember if you ever had a tiger blanket.

But it was true

Being wrapped in that blanket could solve all the world’s problems.

His uncle once bought you a sombrero and said you two could match at parties, but Jaime was against it.

He said while you looked good in one, he didn’t want you matching with his uncle.

Obviously he got offended and told Jaime that he ruined the fun.

You kept the sombrero though and would often times let Jaime wear it.

It was a mistake.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“¿Y si montó un vaquero para salvar un caballo?”

Jaime would blush heavy and nod.

And yes. You rode a cowboy even if he wasn’t literally one.

Then he got the scarab.

You were there when it happened.

The Mexican spew of foul language that escaped your lips that day…It surprised everyone.

You weren’t one to curse around his family…maybe his uncle yes, but not as much as you did that day.

It was to the point where everyone, including Jaime, went from panicked screams to confused screams.

Then when he returned, he laughed and mocked you in the most affectionate way possible.

But you told him it was about time Latinos and Mexicans as a whole finally got representation in a real hero.

He felt a new wave a pride wash over him that his significant other was fine with him being a hero.

He knew you’d still worry, but he considered you to be his number one fan.

He would smile when he’d watch you pray to Guadalupe every day to make sure he was safe.

Then when he’d come home, tacos de birria were a must

It was celebratory for the both of you…and for abuela who loved making them for her grandson and, in her eyes, her new grandchild.

#jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes x y/n #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle x you #blue beetle x y/n #dc universe #asks #ask #anonymous #anon asks #anonymous asks #reader insert #x reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Hi, do you still do DC request. If so can I ask for headcanons on, what would it be like if Damian Wayne, Garfield Logan, and Jaime Reyes sepertly was dating s/o and s/o is Wonder Woman's daughter please.😁

Gotcha my dear!

Garfield Logan

He would be in awe of you not just the fact that you were the daughter of an amazonian but how you were as a person

He could never get enough of looking at you because of how beautiful you were that added more beauty to who you were as a person as well

He liked running his hands through your soft hair when the two of you were watching movies,when you fell asleep in his lap,and later on in between washing your hair while showering together

He always lets you choose what to do on date nights unless you both chose together or had plans to do something mostly movie nights in his room at the cave,sleepovers at your house,or having lunch together

He likes when sometimes you pick him up from behind and hug him to where he fits in your arms making him feel a bit embarrassed but also very adored

He likes to turn into your favorite animals to make you smile but also random ones to do different things with you from turning into a bird to sit on your shoulder while you read,a ferret just to sneak in your hoodies and sleep,and a snake ready to bite anyone that harmed you to a elephant just to use his trunk to pick you up,a cat to make mittens on your belly when your having period cramps, and a sugar glider just to gently land on your face to give you a kiss making you giggle

Jaime Reyes

He doesn't believe that you're a real person at first from how beautiful you are believing you're an angel from heaven or a Roman goddess instead of an amazonian

He always makes sure to have scarab behave when he is around you for a long time despite the scarab sometimes taking time to tease him for being lovesick like a puppy

He always likes to pick you up in his arms and flying up in the air while you giggle and look in awe like a little kid at the clouds even if you had seen them before

He will teach you spanish so you can talk to each other in his native tongue which makes him melt when you speak Spanish to him but when he hears you speaking it to his family he falls in love with you all over again

He always liked to tickle you when you're sad to hear you laugh and smile even if it was for a little bit before he would comfort you

He would wrap you in blankets and watch movies with you when you're anxious always cuddling you under or in a blanket until you felt calm again or fell asleep

Damian Wayne

He at first thinks you'll be another normal human girl that he has seen and met before but boy was he wrong when he saw you instead

He could truly never understand what it is about god like people or amazonians but when he met and saw you he truly understood how truly beautiful they were

He loves seeing you with animals feeling his heart get warm and calmly race which made him confused until dick told him it was what love felt like

He weirdly likes having you laying on him asleep he doesn't know why but he feels a sense of love and safety but also comfort by it

He always enjoys seeing you kick ass against people especially if they definitely deserve it and you hand it to them it makes him afraid to make you mad

He never does it a lot well not around people but after awhile he becomes very affectionate even smooching kisses all over your face when you're sad and stressed making you smile and laugh

#dc comics x reader #jaime reyes #beast boy x reader #dc comics #damian wayne x reader #beast boy #jaime reyes x reader #damian wayne

[dark-night-hero]

What are your thoughts and opinions on kenma meeting his future s/o on a genshin stream where kenma excepted a co-op request and little does he know that reader is on the other side video taping her reaction with kenma

OMG HAHA So here's the thing with a twist.

Imagine Kozume Kenma meeting his significant other for the first time on a special genshin Impact co-op stream.

Imagine you, how just happened to got home with the help of your relatives manage to got home safe from a family gathering that day.

Imagine going home sober enough to remember you haven't done your commissions and daily routine on genshin Impact. So you sat there in front of your computer, looking at the clock which says 9:00 pm. You still have enough time to do your routines.

Imagine leaning back in your gaming chair, sober enough to do your commission and routine as long as you don't stand up because might as well black out on the spot. Anyways!

Imagine farming for Cyno and Heizou, having one of your daily routine was to farm for those guys and their freaking scarab beetles and onikabuto. It was like hell, going through the desert, mountains and forest, it requires a lot of patience and which you obviously lack nevertheless you still farm for those two annoying materials.

Imagine farming those two hellish material and never just stopping at your own world, not till you manage to farm at least 50-60 per day so it goes without saying that you do co-op.

"Kozu- kodzuken??" You were tired, sober enough to do your commission but tipsy enough not to recognize your favorite streamer. "Kodzuken??? Why does this sounds so familiar. I swear to god I've heard this somewhere." You frown but eventually shrug it off, wanting to finish farming so you could just go to sleep in peace.

Another player wants to join your game. Allow?

Puddin

Lv. 55

Imagine the look of amusement on Kenma's face as he read the following username on his screen, the first thing that came to notif him upon allowing world requests on his settings in order to play with one lucky fan which happened to be you.

Imagine him expecting to get boomerang with endless of questions and probably fan simping behavior upon seeing three dots as he opened the chat box on the co-op chat when he end up letting out a laugh once the message revealed itself.

Puddin: Hi

Puddin: Please.. Please tell me you've unlock all your way points in sumeru.

Puddin: Also that you haven't farm for scarab beetles and onibakuto.

Puddin: Oh honestly nevermind that, can I have some of your scarab beetles? Please? This is literally the 6th world I've join and they haven't unlocked the desert region yet.

Imagine the way his super chat as well as the normal chat explode in laughs and disbelief as well as a bit of disappointment but as they say Kodzuken chuckle, no, laugh in surprise. They have all forgotten about you who looks like they don't even know what they were doing and to whom world they are currently in.

Kodzuken: No I haven't farm yet.

Kodzuken: And yes, I have unlocked all way points in the game.

Kodzuken: And yes again, you can go ahead and catch some scarab beetles.

Puddin: *sends venti sticker

Puddin: oh my goodness finally!

Puddin: Thank you very much! I hope you sleep well todayyy YAY

Puddin: *sends another venti sticker

Imagine the way he let out another laugh chuckle upon seeing your reply in which he find cute for some reasons. It looks like to him, as well as his viewers that you have no absolute idea what was happening on his side right now in which he find absolutely hilarious.

Kodzuken: Do you need some help?

Puddin: Nah I can do this.

Imagine as his character watch you from afar in the desert. He could not help but to smile as he watch you going around looking for your materials in which doesn't seem to appear. Well, you aren't in the farming spot after all.

Kodzuken: Are you sure do don't need some help?

Imagine the silence after that, the way your character just stand in there. Eventually three dots starts to appear.

Puddin: Please.. Do show me the way hehe.

Imagine the way he once again let out a chuckle, his viewers taking a note of how many times have he showed that beautiful smile in this stream right now, the way his super chat explode when he does.

Imagine him helping you throughout the stream as the two of you wander your way on the desert, mostly because you seems to have forgotten where to farm as Kenma lead you the way to catch some beetles. It goes the same when you went to collect the onibakuto.

Imagine as time flies, both of you not realizing how long the two of you were in co-op until his alarm rings, it's time for him to end the stream, he does have an afternoon classes the day after.

Puddin: Awww really? Well I guess its a miracle I last this long.

Kodzuken: Hm? What makes you say that?

Puddin: I was just planning to farm on your world but we end up taking down a few weakly bosses too.

Kodzuken: You mean weekly?

Puddin: Nah it's weakly because they're weak

Puddin: *Sends Mona stickers

Puddin: Oh right. You have a nice name, it's cool.

Kodzuken: Thank you, it's not my real name though haha

Puddin: Really? What a shame..

Puddin: But you know what, it sounds familiar.

Imagine the way he put up his interest, running his stream a little longer knowing something fun was about to come.

Kodzuken: What sounds familiar?

Puddin: Your name. It sounds really familiar.

Kodzuken: Just familiar?

Kodzuken: *Send sucrose sticker

Puddin: You know what, forget it. I'll remember it when I'm sober enough.

Puddin: Well then I'm going to sleep, you too sleep well! Thank you for letting me farm on your world, may the character you're trying to pull go home to you :))

Imagine the moment of silence not only in Kenma's streaming room but also on his stream chat box before it explodes again as he started laughing for real. They were drunk this whole time? It's so fucking hilarious he couldn't help it.

"Ah it's been a while since I had a good laugh fufu." Kenma spoke with a soft sigh, ending his stream in the following minutes then afterwards going through his recent player interaction.

Imagine waking up the day after thinking anything was normal, having no lectures for today, the first thing you did was to open your gadget only to notice how many messages were went into you as well as the notification of Kodzuken stream yesterday in which you have missed.

Imagine deciding to shrug it off as you once again went to open Genshin Impact thinking of the commissions you have missed yesterday as well as your farming. The first thing you notice was a friend request.

Kodzuken

Lv. 60

Imagine thinking it was some sort of joke, your friends do know that you idolize the guy. Without much thought about it, you clicked the accept button. Soon enough you received a message.

Kodzuken: I'm guessing you're sober enough to recognize me? Puddin.

Puddin: Huh?

Kodzuken: You haven't watched the stream yet?

Imagine the look of confusion on your face, wanting to curse whoever this person is for making you confuse and rethink your life choices the day before.

Puddin: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Puddin: *Send Sucrose sticker

Kodzuken: Watch the stream then

Kodzuken: *Send Kaeya sticker

Puddin: Stream? What stream? Who's stream?

Kodzuken: Mine.

Puddin: Hah, very funny.

Kodzuken: I'm not kidding though?

Kodzuken: Why don't you check it? You got nothing to lose

Kodzuken: *Send Qiqi sticker

Imagine the horrified look on your face, not knowing if being flustered or passing out would be the best for you right now. After all Kodzuken looks like he has having fun with you all throughout the stream.

Kodzuken: You've been unresponsive for a while now, I'm guessing you've finally watch it?

Puddin: *Send Qiqi sticker

Puddin: *Send Amber sticker

Puddin: Holy **** I'm so ******* embarrassed

Puddin: *Send Amber sticker

Kodzuken: hahahaha rest assured I had fun.

Kodzuken: *Sends Kazuha sticker

Kodzuken: Also can I join your world?

Puddin: Do you need something?

Kodzuke: Nah, I just want to.

Imagine the way your hear skipped a beat and as if giving you no time to adjust, a request made its way in your screen.

Another player wants to join your game. Allow?

Kodzuken

Lv. 60

Accept || Decline

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2022°

#genshin impact #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kozume x reader #ask #dark-night-hero #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu kenma #hq kenma #kenma hcs #kenma scenario #kenma kuzome #i got.. well.. carried away I suppose #little bit different from what was asked but i tried my best haha

[perpetualcynicism]

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙲𝚢𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑: 𝟹,𝟶𝟿𝟹 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

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𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

The long cry of a passing vulture echoed through the vast expanse of sand and dust dunes. The bird glided smoothly upon lofty wings of night, a lonesome black shadow against a star-flecked sky. In the rest of the sand dunes there was silence, for there was little life to be found in the barren planes that stretched so far away. 

The desert itself, however, was not devoid of activity. It was true that in the depths of the dunes perhaps only a handful of scarabs stirred, but scattered around the seemingly lifeless terrain were a few oases, dotted sparsely amidst the night-cooled sands. 

In one such oasis were you located, leaning against the trunk of a tall palm tree whose long leaves rustled in a crisp night breeze. Beside you lay an ornate jackal-eared headdress and a neat pile of clothing, none of which were your own.

Not far off from your resting spot was a small pool, although this one was unique to even the small handful of oases in Sumeru. Fluorescent algae clung to the edges of the pool, lighting up the translucent water within, and the lake itself seemed to glow and shift with cool blues and purples and aquamarines. 

Your eyes were resting idly on a figure standing in the centre of the pool, the tips of his long, pearlescent hair drifting in swirling waves beneath the water, bronze skin illuminated in splashes of phosphorescent shades ranging from turquoise and indigo to pale green and neon blue. The trails of his shendyt swept around him with every movement like wisps of rising incense.

He lay back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to float briefly atop the still waves, hair spilling around his head in a drifting halo of snowy white. Then he raised himself up again, a stream of water cascading down his bare back, and said, “You should join me, you know. The water is the perfect temperature.”

The comment was, of course, directed towards you. You considered the option in silence, a little hesitant to disturb your current peace. You were rather content as things were at the moment. 

Noticing your pause, he gestured to the pool with his head and prompted again, “Come on. You’ll enjoy it.”

You did have to admit, the prospect was tempting. 

You sighed. “…Alright.”

Taking off your outermost layer— namely, the large black cloak Cyno had lent you to shield yourself from the frigid night air— and your shoes, you approached the side of the pool, watching the sandy bank stir in the push and pull of a minuscule tide. 

Cyno looked at you fondly as you dipped your foot in, somewhat apprehensive. He pushed a small wave of water towards you, coaxing you further into joining him. You cast him a playful glare.

The water was surprisingly warm; a pleasant temperature as you lowered yourself in. Little waves lapped against your skin, inviting and gentle, not unlike a lover’s tender touch welcoming you into the pool. 

The water level stopped nigh of your upper half— a little awkward and shallow to swim in, so you settled for wading to Cyno’s side instead. He smiled at you as you approached, uncharacteristically kind: were these waters truly calming enough to soften even his sharp edges?

“You’re going to be cold when you get out,” he pointed out, gesturing to your fully-clothed form.

“One of us needs to make up for your indecency, Cyno,” you remarked dryly; a comment which awarded you an eye roll. “What, were suggesting I take off all my clothes?” you continued to tease.

“And what if I was?” He leaned forwards, a smirk playing on his lips. You cleared your throat loudly and crossed your arms. 

“As I said. I need to make up for your indecency.”

“Accusing a Matra of indecency is not to be taken lightly, feather,” Cyno advised. 

You stiffened up at the pet name, both in surprise and a sudden flustering. You had never taken Cyno as one for pet names, and so this was… unexpected.

Perceptive as ever, your reaction did not go unnoticed by Cyno— and, unluckily for you, tonight he seemed to be in the mood for toying with you: thankfully a mood that rarely came over him, but when it did… 

Let’s just say he was awfully good at it.

“Oh? Do you like the nickname, feather?” he pressed, taking a step towards you. He had raised an eyebrow, gaze almost playful as he noticed the colour spreading over your face. “Your face appears to be quite red,” he continued, hooking a finger beneath your chin and tilting your head up to face him. You were close enough now that you could feel his hair tickling your skin. “Are you feeling alright?”

A heated flush climbed up your neck, and you pushed his face away before he could get any closer, cursing him with a grumble while also burying your face into his torso to prevent him seeing the vibrancy on your cheeks.

Cyno’s skin, chilled by the night and the crisp desert air, was cool, and he could feel the furious burning of your face against his chest. He huffed a laugh, and a discrete smile spread across his face, veiled by the darkness but containing both fondness and slight amusement. 

You must have heard his quiet chuckle, because you scowled, face still hot on his skin, and slapped a wave of water into his person in a form of cold-blooded revenge.

Cyno paused, shocked. He stood there, blinking, and took a second to fathom that he, the General Mahamatra, Preserver of Justice, whose very mention of his name strikes fear into the hearts of those who hear it, had just had water splashed in his face. 

This was not acceptable. He knew what he must do.

He levelled out the momentary shock in his gaze, a serious expression falling upon his features and taking its place. 

In a low voice, he muttered, “You will live to regret that.”

The next thing you knew, an even bigger wave slammed into your own face.

Your jaw fell open in shock, eyes wide and disbelieving. When your surprise subsided, it was to see that Cyno had adopted quite the smug expression, arms folded across his chest. 

He’s satisfied with himself, you realised, horrified. That bastard.

You sent another splash in his direction, larger than the last, which was immediately returned by an even greater one in yours. Blinking away the water in your eyes, you shook your head furiously, beads of water flying from your hair.

After a few more rounds of this back-and-forth, a chilling discovery settled upon you: you couldn’t win. Cyno seemed to know this, and the look he sent towards you was one of confidence, as if to say, Do your worst.

It did not take a genius to work out that this course of action was not going to work in your favour.

So, as the brave, honourable soul you were, you took the second option closest to you: bailing.

You took off at a great speed of not very fast at all, wading painstakingly through the almost chest-high water in an act of defiance. 

It may not have been the most efficient method of escape, but you were making a point.

Soon catching onto your change of tactics, Cyno waded after you, frightfully fast considering the masses of water pushing back against him. You swallowed and willed yourself to walk faster, but the tide did not yield to you as it seemed to do for him.

Now this was unfair. Even the pool itself was working against you.

A hand wrapped around your wrist from behind and tugged you towards your pursuer. Losing your footing, you fell backwards into the lake and surfaced a few moments later, coughing as sheets of clear water streamed down your shoulders. 

You swung your head around to glare at Cyno, a pointed venom in your narrowed eyes. He levelled your gaze once again with one of his own: one that spoke of victory and… was that smugness?

Despite the waters that surrounded you, you found a newfound fire of determination had begun to burn within your chest. 

Were you going to let him get the best of you like this? Admit defeat so quickly? 

No. Absolutely not. 

You were going to win this duel if it was the last thing you did.

Leaping forwards, you tackled him downwards, taking advantage of the split second of his surprise to push him beneath the luminescent waves. 

But you should have known that Cyno would not be one to give up so easily, either.

Reacting almost immediately, he pulled you under with him, yanking you towards him with such force that you collided into him for a second time. 

Beneath the water, your vision was a blur. Your surroundings were reduced to hazy blots, and they seemed to phase in and out of existence. You twisted around like a fish in a net, desperately struggling to make sense of your surroundings, but an arm around your back kept you locked firmly in place, held tight to Cyno’s chest.

Eyesight was rendered futile: all you could see were indiscernible shades of blue and aquamarine that merged and danced like the aurora, and focusing on a single location was impossible. You would have to use your other senses to gain some sense of direction: namely, touch.

You closed your eyes— they were useless now, anyhow— and focused. 

You could feel water pushing in subtle tides against your every movement, trailing from your limbs with a shocking softness. You could feel drifting strands of Cyno’s long, opaline hair stroke across your skin, the sensation a little ticklish and verging on playful. They felt a little like the light touch of a gentle finger trailing along your arms and collarbone. 

You could feel Cyno’s body under you, the lean muscles of his torso firm and unyielding when he tugged you ever the closer. You could feel your knees knocking together as he kicked slowly to keep the both of you from sinking too far, your legs no doubt by this point an incoherent tangle of limbs. 

You could feel the brush of a hand on the side of your face, the contact so faint it could almost be hovering over you instead of truly touching you. You could feel this hand guide your face downwards, and unable to see what was happening, you could only blindly follow the instruction.

A trail of bubbles suddenly burst forth from your lips: you didn’t know how long you could stay under here for. And, still pressed against Cyno, you could not surface, either. 

Realising this, a restless agitation seized control of your senses, soon evolving into alarm when you felt heavy walls of water pressing against your lungs. Your chest began to constrict, heart pounding erratically as you clung to the remaining slivers of oxygen within you. But against your will, your mouth fell open, and you released the final few bubbles of air to the darkness of the lake.

Too caught in your panic, you failed to notice when a nose bumped against your own, and when a final tug of his hand on your cheek closed the remaining space between you.

In the next moment, something soft covered your lips, easing away your distress in a silent promise of safety and comfort. Cyno slipped his own mouth open and exhaled slowly into yours, providing you with ample oxygen to calm your racing heartbeat. Then, still sharing a breath, he tilted your head backwards and deepened the kiss, his own eyes falling shut as he drank in your presence, drawing you closer still. His lips moved against yours like the push and pull of the tide; a gentle tugging sensation that was neither demanding nor passive. His free hand found yours after a little searching, and he wove your fingers together, thumb skimming over your knuckles to soothe you further. 

You didn’t know how much time passed before you burst through the surface of the waves, droplets of water flying from the point of your emergence. Now in the open air, Cyno held the kiss for a little longer before finally breaking away. 

You both stood in the pool, heaving for breath, chests rising and falling with the effort of drawing new air into your lungs. You coughed up a mouthful of water, clothes beyond drenched and clinging tightly to your skin, heart still pounding— though this time, you couldn’t tell whether it was from your panic or from the kiss.

It took a long time before one of you spoke.

Cyno turned to you, wiping some plastered strands of hair from his face, and drew out a long, slightly breathless sigh, not yet meeting your eyes. He paused for a moment, before raising his head so that your gazes met. He swallowed, and said, “I apologise for frightening you.”

You could only nod in response, still unable to speak. Taking your silence as a bad sign, he continued, guilt weighing heavy on his words.

“I… didn’t mean to cause you any discomfort. Had I known that you would find the situation uncomfortable, I would not have acted as impulsively as I did. I can only hope that you did not find it too unpleasant.”

You shook your head. Finally having regained enough breath to speak, you said, “It’s fine. Just… warn me next time you plan on almost drowning me, okay?”

His eyes narrowed at your sarcasm, clearly not finding it amusing in the slightest. You cleared your throat.

“Sorry, maybe that comment… wasn’t in the best of taste, considering the circumstance.”

Another silence fell over you, only broken by the quiet rustle of palm leaves in a hush of wind and the lapping of now-calm water against your skin.

This time, you were the first to break it.

“I think you won the duel, though,” you admitted, albeit a little begrudgingly. To your surprise, Cyno shook his head.

“No. Your strength of will far surpassed my own. That alone makes you worthy of being the victor.”

You lifted an eyebrow, unable to stop the satisfied tug at the corner of your lips. “Really? I never thought I’d see the day the General Mahamatra admits defeat so easily.”

Cyno hesitated for a moment, caught between teasing back and voicing his sincerity.

He chose the latter option.

“No,” he shook his head. “It isn’t a case of me admitting defeat. Rather, the truth of the matter is simply that you beat me, in both tenacity and determination. You are deserving of victory: this one and many more.”

Not expecting such a heartfelt response, you paused, rendered speechless by the truthfulness of his voice. He wasn’t flattering you in the slightest: he truly believed that you had won this little match, though you knew his strength and integrity transcended your own by miles.

You whispered a quiet ‘thank you’, unsure what else to say. Cyno nodded once in reply. 

He stiffened when he felt the contact of your head against his chest, and looked down to see you resting your forehead upon his collarbone. 

“You know, you really don’t have to be this apologetic,” you said. He opened his mouth to utter a protest, but you placed a finger over his lips, silencing him before he had a chance to speak. “Nope. I’m not hearing any of it.”

Cyno’s brows furrowed, and he stared down in slight puzzlement at the single finger that held power enough to silence him. He realised that he could still speak if he wanted to, but something about the conviction you carried in your action told him otherwise. 

Sighing, he abandoned his remaining attempts at an apology. 

“Very well.” 

You withdrew the Finger of Silence, satisfied. 

The following moment, a smile laced with mischief crossed your face, as if you had been struck by a brilliant idea.

“Although…” you drew out the word, craning your neck sideways, “if you do want to drop your guilt and find some way to make it up to me, you could always kiss me again.”

The stare you received was one containing little amusement. Not willing to wilt beneath his gaze, however, you stared back, defiant and unwavering. 

Cyno sighed after a long last, shoulders sagging a little. If this was truly your request, he wasn’t about to deny it to you. 

Dipping his head forwards, he captured your lips in a quick— and even slightly bashful— kiss, in contrast to the deep passion he had shown before, pulling away to regard you with tender eyes some would have thought Cyno incapable of. His hair was still wet, and a few cool droplets brushed your forehead as he rested his forehead against your own, the tip of your noses touching the other’s. His arms came to encircle your person, holding your waist loosely under the water. 

He closed his eyes in a slow blink towards you; a display of subtle affection that required no words to convey its message of love. You returned the gesture. When you opened your eyes, the gaze of those staring back at you had melted into liquid pools of gentle passion— pools which you would not mind losing yourself in the depths of. 

Silence. 

Then, out of nowhere, you asked, “Why ‘feather’?”

Cyno hesitated at the sudden question. He took a second to think, carefully picking his next words.

“Do you know of the myth of the afterlife containing the weighing of one’s heart against a feather on a pair of scales?”

You nodded slowly, unsure where this was going.

“Should the heart be lighter than the feather, eternal happiness is granted to the soul after their arrival at the afterlife. But should the heart outweigh the feather, it is a sign of moral impurity, and the soul’s heart is consumed and they cannot achieve peace. This is because the feather is a symbol of all virtue and truth: purity and goodness manifested in a physical form.”

“Okay… and?” 

He blinked, and stated bluntly, “You are the feather.”

“…Oh.” You paused. “Uh, thank you.”

Another silence passed in blissful peace. You began to subconsciously sway from side to side in the water, and he mirrored your movements.

“Hang on… Cyno?”

He hummed.

“Did you bring any towels?”

…This time, the silence was not as welcome.

You sucked in a breath.

“Right. Well, then. It’s going to be a fun walk back.”

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𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 @kazu-sun 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌.

#genshin impact x reader #cyno #cyno x reader

[si0writes]

just realised i dont have a pinned post so here we go!! this will occasionally be updated (with this top part removed eventually LOL) whenever i adjust my blog's theme and if i ever need to update any info!! credits for blog theme (pfp, header, etc), blinkies and dividers used at the bottom!

si0 | 19 | proshipper | dead dove author my carrd (coming soon!)

fandoms im into! (there's more but these are the ones i'm currently super engaged with atm (or are just shows im currently watching)!) hellaverse (hazbin hotel + helluva boss) fnaf black butler/kuroshitsuji genshin impact junjou romantica

dni/byf anyone is free to interact with me as i understand not everyone checks every profile before interacting (i know i don't always do it)! all i ask is that you be respectful of me and i will be respectful of you. i block freely, including but not limited to antis who act like they're hot shit and those who are against the ships i like (such as the ones listed below) to the point where i feel like sending a patch of grass to touch into their inbox(/j) please be aware that i ship sebaciel (black butler), fischl x neuvillette (genshin impact) and gravecest (the coffin of andy and leyley) amongst other things and that i love to explore darker themes in fiction, especially through writing dead dove fics! i also do not support or partake in harassing others for whatever they choose to do with fictional characters. this account is pro paraphilias (expanding on this, i don't support contact if it is harmful but if you're doing it in a safe environment (such as a roleplay in a kink environment or through fanfic/art, etc) then that's totally fine and you should do whatever you need to safely cope!), pro recovery and anti censorship!

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#si0 rambles #si0’s f/os #si0’s creative stuff #si0; boiling water 🌊🔥 (neuvillette x vinivre guillotine) #si0; scarab snake 🐶🐍 (sir pentious x mutt) #si0; life mate 🦢🐧 (freminet x odette boulanger) #genshin impact #sebaciel #hazbin hotel

[invisibleraven]

Person A winning a costume contest with a costume that Person B handmade for them for literally anyone because it gave me FEELS.

Also for @jmrothwell who sent me the same prompt for Flynn/Anyone, because my first thought upon receiving this was immediately Flynn.

"You sure I look okay?" Julie asked, worrying her bottom lip.

"For the millionth time, yes," Flynn sighed, laying a gentle hand on her jaw. "Now stop stressing and let me finish your look."

"Thanks again for doing this for me," Julie said, "I know it's not exactly your scene."

"No," Flynn admitted. "But it's yours, and you're important to me, so this is important to me. Plus it gave me a chance to work with different materials."

Julie smiled and Flynn leaned in to give her a small kiss-enough to know she meant it, not enough to mar her lipstick. "For luck," Flynn whispered. "Now go kill that costume contest."

"I love you!" Julie called as she raced off towards the stage.

Flynn beamed, leaning back against a pillar. "I know babe." Even though Julie couldn't hear it, she knew her girlfriend felt it. She watched as the line of hopeful nerds went up to show off their outfits. Flynn barely recognized any of them, though she did clap for the well made cosplays and the few characters she knew.

Off to the side she saw the contest photographer take snaps of each entry, making sure to compliment them over little details, or just to make them smile. Flynn snickered as she noticed he was dressed in a Han Solo costume, a tiny stuffed Chewbacca doll peeking out of his bag, something he pulled out to make a small child in a very well made Leia costume.

It also didn't hurt that the guy was unfairly cute, his smile lighting up at every new photo he had to take. Flynn wondered if she could hit him up for a copy of Julie's outfit for her portfolio-and maybe a pic of the two of them. Because even if this wasn't Flynn's thing, she had gone all out on her own costume-the new live action Little Mermaid, turning the tail into a fashionable skirt.

Finally it was Julie's turn, and Flynn hooted as she came onto the stage in he Scarlet Scarab outfit, unfurling the wings and striking a pose as the crowd went crazy. Including the photographer who stared at Julie for a hot second, his jaw a little unhinged until finally he shook himself into attention, lifting his camera once more.

Julie rushed into Flynn's arms as she came off the stage, beaming. "Oh, did you hear the crowd? They loved it!"

"Told you not to stress," Flynn replied, resting their foreheads together. "You got first place in the bag."

"Excuse me?"

Both girls turned, seeing the photographer there, smiling shyly. "Hi, I just wanted to know if you wanted any of the pictures I got of you?" He then blushed an enticing pink colour as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I also got one of the two of you just now, it was such a lovely moment I had to capture it."

"I would love that," Julie replied.

"I was going to ask you to take a few of us anyways," Flynn added. "So this works out amazingly."

He handed over his card. "I'm Reggie, message me any time and I'll send over the photos, or arrange a photo shoot for you out of costume." He then stopped, paling, as if realizing what he had implied. "I don't mean like nudes or anything. Not that I judge you if you take those! I've done the odd boudoir shoot so I can't say anything!"

Julie giggled, then whispered to Flynn "He's adorable, even if he has a terrible case of foot in mouth disease."

"Luckily I like that in a guy," Flynn whispered back, then turned to Reggie. "We'll make sure to call you and we can figure out what kind of shot we want you to take then."

"O-okay," Reggie replied, blushing bright red again.

In the end, Julie was pretty hyped to have won the contest, and whooped at the gift card to her favourite restaurant that came with the cash prize. But she was more happy with the attention her costume got Flynn for future clients and the cute guy they were both intending on taking to that free dinner.

But next year? She was sure they would have to find a good group costume for the three of them.

#filled prompts #ficlet #regal butterfly #julie and the phantoms

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Hi darling!!!! If you are taking requests there is this fic idea I have that won't leave my head (I can't write anything to save myself)and I just adore how you portray the moon boys! So basically..... It's a Marc × Y/N ,Steven ×Y/N , jake × Y/N and the reader knows the boys since they were young but bc she was struggling with sh her parents put her in phych ward at 15 and she couldn't see mark when she turned 18 she managed to leave but Marc was already gone and they meet years later.... I guess it's up to you how it turn out in the end.... Sorry if I'm rumbling I just can't get it out of my head 😅😅😅

Once Upon A December

Pairing: Marc Spector / Steven Grant x fem!Reader (mentions of Jake)

Word Count: 2.5k 

Content Warnings: Explicit talk about self harm, mentions of mental institutions, mentions of medication, Marc’s mum being a massive b****, a whole metric fuckton of angst, mentions of substance abuse, mention of mental illness, major hurt/comfort, pet names, due to the nature of this story: 18+! MDNI!

A/N: Is it 2:30am and I chugged nearly 6 cups of coffee while writing that? Yes. Have I, yet again, hurt my own feelings? Also yes. To the anon who requested this... I'm absolutely in love with the idea and as you can see I couldn't hold back pulling an almost all-nighter. On a side note: I blame all typos on the unholy amount of caffeine.

Please consider liking, reblogging and commenting! It means the world to me 🌸💞

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Tagging who might be interested:

@screechingsweets @luke-o-lophus @littlefreya

Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

-Once Upon A December from the “Anastasia” Soundtrack 

‘Out of sight out of mind’ - You had heard that stupid saying so many times in your life by now and you never really got it. You couldn’t name one thing that had left your thoughts just because it was out of your imminent sight, although you wished for so many things to just disappear into thin air….especially memories of days long gone.

Memories of your parents screaming at you after they found a bloodied scalpel in your nightstand, a scalpel your mother was missing from her handicrafts supply. Memories of your parents going even harder at you after they had searched your entire body and found healing scars alongside fresh cuts coated with a delicate layer of slowly hardening scabs. After that incident a seemingly never ending avalanche of memories from bleak white rooms, doctors and nurses in loveless white coats and equally white, tiny, little paper cups followed. The only two things not entirely white in your memory from that time were the many pills they made you swallow and a pair of vibrant yellow socks embroidered with small, blue scarabs.

“Marc.” You whimpered in remembrance of your childhood best friend, the only person you’d ever trust again in this world. That much you’d sworn to yourself. 

It’s been at least ten years since you last saw him, looking out of your room at the psych ward, hammering and screaming against the thick glass window, as you watched his father picking him up. His mother was nowhere to be seen that afternoon, as rain-bearing clouds hung heavy in the sky, of course she wasn’t. Not a single day since then went by without you thinking about him…. about Steven and Jake too.

“Fuck.” Your voice, that was but a mere raspy whisper, echoed back from your bedroom walls.

He’d been able to leave this hellhouse of an institution one year before you could and in that time your best friend got ripped out of your sight completely. Laying in the dark room, with your trembling body wrapped around your pillow it came back to you so clearly as if it happened yesterday: You were dismissed from your white prison on a freezing December morning, thick snowflakes getting lost in your hair as the personnel threw you out in the open, with nowhere to go but back to your dysfunctional family. But that’s not where you went first, no. With your old duffle bag you took the next best bus into the city. The money you had safed up since weeks before your 18th birthday was roughly enough to buy a one-way ticket, but it took you where you so desperately needed to go. Marc’s parents' house. You were still able to hear the ringing of the doorbell in your ears, the painful memory of Marc’s mother opening the door, laughing in your face in cruel amusement.

“Well, look…if that isn’t Marcs’ psycho girlfriend, huh?” The woman had spat in your face, self-righteously swirling a glass of wine in her hand. To this day you regretted not slapping it right out of her grip.

“Tough luck, missy, he took off months ago to god knows where.” The smell of alcohol on her breath seeped through the icy air leaving you wanting to gag. 

With that she had slammed the door back shut in front of your nose, absolutely eradicating any hope of seeing Marc again. 

The pain from back then hadn’t faded just the slightest as it bit itself through your ribcage once again. In a helpless motion you curled yourself even tighter around your already tear-soaked pillow that really wasn’t giving any solace to you. For tonight you had already spilled all your tears so the only thing that left your sore throat were silent wails of misery until your burning lungs couldn’t take any more.

Your arms were still tightly wrapped around the damp fabric as you managed to toss yourself on your back, your weary, bloodshot eyes darting towards the ceiling of your tiny apartment. You thought you’d be free and safe in the walls of your own place, but everything that had happened still held you hostage within your own head. Tonight it was so bad that you craved something to shut all the thinking down for good. You needed a strong drink - or most likely at least four. 

The pure depression inhabiting every fiber of your body made it nearly impossible to get off of your bed, but you dragged your exhausted body towards your wardrobe anyway. An oversized hoodie and a pair of black pants would do, you thought to yourself, as you hid into the saggy piece of clothing. You didn’t even care how done and rough you were looking while you grabbed your wallet and keys from your nightstand and slipped into a pair of worn out chucks. Clearly not the ideal equipment for the snow-covered streets, but to hell with that. Yet again it was December and the outside world so cold as you felt on the inside. A good shot of whisky would break the ice lacing your heart, you chuckled to yourself with no trace of joy in your tone. 

The gummy soles of our trainers barely kept the moisture from soaking through to your socks as you strode towards the pub a few streets down. It was a weeknight so not exactly much pushing and shoving in front of the counter. It suited you just right because tonight you left your patience right at the door.

Before the bartender even had the chance to ask what you wanted, you threw him a stern glance and said: “Double whisky on the rocks.”

The man behind the counter grumpily mumbled something along the lines of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ apparently being out of stock today, but tended to prepare your order nonetheless. 

Without even looking, he slammed the glass down in front of you, nearly spilling larger parts of it onto the wooden surface. As fast as he had served you the drink, the caramel-coloured liquid went straight down your throat, the alcohol burning its way down into your stomach. 

“Another one.” You huffed, the smoky taste spreading in your mouth.

“Sorry?” The bartender turned back to you, raising his eyebrows up into a certainly confused arch.

“I said, another one.” You reached into your back pocket, pulling out your wallet from which you drew a 50£ note and pressing it on the counter to sign him that you had the money and that the rest was none of his business.

“Got it…” The man responded, taking the bottle from the shelf again and pouring you another one.

You were tempted to flush it down one go again, but you knew that it wouldn't be the best of ideas if you still planned on getting back home walking upright. Nonetheless, you took a deep drag from the glass, this time allowing the taste to work its way deeper into your tastebuds. 

It took but a handful of minutes for the first effects to set in. Subconsciously your jaw stopped clenching and your shoulders slumped down a little, the weight of the world slowly gliding off of them. You started to feel somewhat close to okay, although ‘numb’ was your version of okay. The demons in the back of your head were still raging at full force, but now it was easier to shut them out, to ignore them until you’d wake up tomorrow, most likely sporting a massive hangover. None of that was any new to you. A paracetamol or two for breakfast would do the trick.

Your fingers were toying around the edge of the glass, circling it in an almost caressing manner, as a voice from behind uttered something that led your heart to stop for a split second.

“Pumpkin?”

You nearly knocked your drink right off the counter, turning your entire torso around with so much force that your spine creaked in agony.

“....M-Marc?...” The name fell from your lips with a weight that was ready to crash the wooden tiles underneath you.

“Pumpkin?!” The man with dark, messy hair not far from you repeated equally in shock.

“MARC!” You called out again, jumping from your stool and stumbling forwards.

With every step you took your knees felt weaker, progressively giving out under the flood of emotions that waved through you without a warning, until you crashed front first into a pair of wide open arms. Before you could even realize it, a violent stream of white-hot tears burst from your eyes, running down your cheeks and soaking the fabric of Marc's sweater underneath your chin. He held you, wrapped his arms around your shaking body so tight as if he wanted to press every broken part within you back together.

“Marc…” You wailed out, your sobs muffled by his shoulder.

Through your teary vision you barely took notice of the people around you staring at the both of you and, honestly, you couldn’t care less about what they were thinking or if you were about to get kicked out of the pub. In this very moment nothing mattered but the man pressing you so close to his chest that you felt his heart hammering right next to yours.

“I’m right here.”, The familiar and so dearly missed voice softly whispered to you “We’re all right here.”

A new load of tears was about to break its way, but you tried to hold it back as good as you could, tried to catch your breath. The need to see Marc’s face stronger than the impulse of rising tears.

About a thousand questions filled your head as you rubbed your face over his sweater, trying to wipe your stinging eyes before you carefully leaned back in his embrace. You almost didn’t dare to look at him because you feared that it was all just a dream, an illusion that would burst into nothingness as soon as you’d lay your eyes on his face…. but it didn’t. There he was, a pair of watery eyes beaming right back at you as if you were the most precious thing in the entire world.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Marc stated as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever said.

You answered with a nod, no questions asked, not now, not here. 

Grabbing you by the hand, he strode forward, the both of you leaving your half empty glass and the 50 quit behind. You didn’t even think about that because no money would be worth turning around right now, taking the risk of losing Marc again just because you turned your back towards him for a split second. 

With your thoughts short-circuiting on every possible level you barely recognised leaving the pub, a breeze of frosty winter air hitting you from the side. All you knew was Marc holding your hand as he led you across the street, guided the way however many blocks down and eventually up a flight of stairs. A door fell into its lock and you were once more not far from simply collapsing if it wasn’t for Marc holding you like dear life depended on it.

“All this time….so close?” You croaked, your racing thoughts desperately trying to make any sense of what had happened in the past 30 minutes.

“That doesn’t matter anymore. Now I’m here… you’re here!” He murmured into your slightly damp hair as he carefully carried your nearly completely limp figure towards his bed, gently sitting you down on his mattress.

You couldn’t help yourself but to stare at him, watching his every move in case he might just disappear into thin air after all.

“Hey, pumpkin…”, His soft voice tried to break through to you “Let’s get you out of those wet shoes, hm?”

You nodded, hardly recognising the movement of your own head. With a soft, too-good-to-be-true smile Marc crouched down in front of you, his hands starting to untie your shoelaces. In a slow motion he pulled your wet feet free from the entirely soaked trainers before he did the same to the cold cotton socks clinging to your skin.

“Oh, love, you must be freezing!” The tone of his voice had changed entirely, his voice suddenly laced with a telltale London accent. 

“Steven?!” It burst out of your mouth in a mewl.

“Long time no see, love.”, He chirped softly, “Stay right there, I’ll grab some dry clothes for you, yeah?” 

If you weren’t too overwhelmed with literally everything you would’ve laughed at his words. Of course you’d stay right there. Where else would you want to go?!

Steven, his features now visibly softer and less tense than Marc’s, rose from the floor and turned towards a messy rack that served as a make-shift wardrobe. Sifting through unorganized stacks of shirts, shorts and a pile of socks, he threw pieces of cloth over his shoulder before coming back to you.

“Can’t let you sit here soaked and shivering like that.” Steven muttered more to himself than to you as he kneeled back onto the floor.

Without him having to ask, you peeled yourself out of the now rather soggy hoodie and equally sopping pants, thankfully accepting the dry and snug set of shorts and a white t-shirt. Throwing your wet clothes to the side, you nearly flinched as you felt Steven slipping a warm pair of socks over your feet. In a surprised motion your eyes shot back to his hands and your already critically overstimulated heart threatened to burst right out of your chest as you saw which pair of socks he’d chosen: Bright yellow, dotted with tiny blue scarabs.

“You-... you still have them?” Your tired eyes widened subconsciously.

“Of course! They are your favourite!” Steven replied, taking a seat next to you on the soft mattress.

“Yes…. they are…” You confirmed, your hands reaching out to him, needing to feel him close to you. 

Without hesitating for just a second, he scooted closer to you, leaning into your embrace.

“I missed you so much!” You wrapped your trembling hands around his torso as tight as you could, deeply inhaling his smell that felt like home to you more than anything else ever had ever done.

“I missed you too, love.”, He raised his hands up to your head, gently brushing over your hair while peppering loving kisses all over your forehead, “We all missed you so terribly much and this time we won’t go anywhere….at least not without you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” 

#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #mcu moon knight #marvel moon knight #moon knight #marvel fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction

[imsparky2002]

Ghouls and Monsters - The Mummy

(Chloepatra and Zoepatra wait inside their room for the mummy of the alternate universe to show up.)

ZoePatra: I hope our counterpart is as friendly as we are. (Chloe sniffs haughtily. She's not scared of mummies. At least... so she thinks.)

Chloepatra: If she’s not, we can just hit her with the scarab curse! Let’s show her how true queens of the Nile act!

(Alynis commands a wave of scarabs to swarm the room, in order to put the mummies in a pleasant yet distracted state before the scare.)

Zoepatra: Awwww, hey cuties! 

Chloepatra: Absolutely darling, all of them!

(A creepy rasping voice echoes throughout the room, with Alynis using dark magic to make her voice sound creepier.)

Alynis: Who dares insult the mighty pharaoh?!

(The mummy siblings begin to look around the room. That didn’t sound pleasant.)

Zoepatra: Okay, that’s weird. 

(Suddenly a hand grabs Chloepatra’s shoulder.)

Chloepatra: Zoe, let go of me! 

Zoepatra: *Shaking* I-I'm not touching you. 

Chloepatra: Then who... 

(She turns around... and screams. The terrifying mummy queen laughs wickedly. Her eyes glow, her rotting skin covered by old bandages, as she stares into Chloe's soul.)

Alynis: There is only one queen of the sands….FEEL THE CURSE OF THE PHARAOH, LITTLE GIRL!

(Chloepatra manages to get away, and backs up to the wall along with Zoe, the two of them too frightened to do anything. Alynis laughs louder and louder as she shambles up to them in a cloud of dust, moaning and groaning.)

Alynis: Prepare to know true fear….(She cackles like a maniac)

(The girls scream as her bony finger gets closer and closer. They close their eyes and then... they hear the click of a camera. Alynis has taken a picture of herself posing next to their terrified expressions, which she’ll send to her ghoulish sisters. The sisters open their eyes as Alynis pokes their nose.) 

Alynis: Boop! (The sisters look confused.) 

Chloepatra: Wait... what? 

Zoepatra: What's going on? (Alynis giggles and reveals her true self.)

Alynis: I’m not going to curse you, girls! It was just a prank, I was spooking you!

Zoe: O-oh, well you did a good job, then. We were scared stiff! 

(Alynis takes a bow... but Chloepatra is PISSED. How dare this peon give her such a fright! She immediately recognizes the voice, and chews out this mummy version of Alya.)

Chloepatra: Oh my RA! You cannot be serious! What the hell were you thinking, scaring the wits out of us like that?! Just who do you think you are?! Show more respect to a queen! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!

Alynis: If you really were a true queen, some mummy commoner wouldn't scare you, hmm? 

Chloepatra: Watch it, Cesaire! You simply caught me off guard. I should've known you were my counterpart, that ghost wouldn't dare risk frightening people, not if she valued her own life.

Alynis: (Looks a bit confused) What do you mean? 

(Zoepatra puts a hand on her sisters shoulder with a look that says, “Let me handle this.”)

Zoepatra: While I'm sure that in your place, humans and monsters aren't exactly singing kumbaya, here scaring is a offensive and provactive gesture. It can get us in trouble for doing so to humans, who are just looking for reasons to kill us. For some species, it's even illegal. Our Alya can't haunt people without getting thrown into jail.

(Alynis’s face falls and she looks ashamed.)

Alynis: I-I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean to be insensitive or cause any trouble.

Chloepatra: You think we're just going to accept your apology because you gave us puppy dog eyes?

Zoepatra: Chloe! You don't know what it's like for her either! She could have some problems of her own. 

Chloepatra: What? Lemme guess, humans give her "weird looks" sometimes.

(Alynis looks down at the ground as she relives the horrific memory of her family’s demise.)

Alynis: My parents and older sister were killed when human set fire to our tomb. My sisters all lost their families to humans too.

Chloepatra: (Feels ashamed.) Oh... me and my big mouth. I realize I was the one being insensitive that time. I apologize and feel sorry for what happened to you. 

Alynis: No, no. I mean you were, but I was the one who started this whole mess. 

Zoepatra: We hope you're doing ok.

Alynis: Oh, I still miss them, but I have my sisters and my mama. They’re my family as much as the one I lost.

Chloepatra: It's always important to have people to look after you. Siblings are really important to me. 

Alynis: Thanks! You know, you're a lot less of a bitch than I thought you were going to be.

Chloepatra: Uh…thanks? I take it the me in this world isn’t the most pleasant person in the world!

Alynis: Our Chloé is such a pain! She thinks she’s the queen of everything and everyone and she doesn’t care who she has to step on to get what she wants! She’s always calling us freaks and tormenting Marinette! But we keep her from getting too out of line by spooking her every once in a while!

Zoepatra: Well, Chloe, you don't seem so bad now. 

Chloepatra: (Rolls her eyes) Yeah, yeah, don't make me put sand in your bandages.

Alynis: You mentioned your version of me earlier. I’d like to see what I look like as a ghost!

(Zoepatra pulls out a pic from her cellphone.)

Alya: Wow, it’s weird being able to see through myself! And…is that Nino?

Zoepatra: Yep! Is he not a Stein in your universe?

Alynis: Oh, no. He’s a human! And the light of my life! He never gets mad or annoyed when I want to be dramatic!

Chloepatra: *Muttering* So he's calm 99 percent of the time? 

(Zoepatra elbows her, before smiling at Alynis.) 

Zoepatra: He sounds lovely. Oh, do you have hobbies? Our Alya runs the school newspaper and her own blog.

Alynis: Oh, I want to be a reporter as well! Got a blog myself, and it’s a scream to read! I love finding new things about my Egyptian culture and stories from around Paris.

Chloepatra: It is the best place on Earth. 

Zoepatra: Well, we wish you the best of luck, Alya. 

Chloepatra: Yeah, if only you hadn't decided to be a little shit when we met you.

Zoepatra: Chloe! 

Chloepatra: I speak nothing but the truth.

Alynis: You weren’t speaking that much when I scared the pants off of you. In fact, you were squealing like a pig!

Chloepatra: Why you rotting four-eyed little- COME HERE!

(She runs off giggling as Chloepatra begins to chase after her. Zoepatra groans and runs after her sister.)

And there’s the fifth crossover. Alynis is a lil shit, but we love her. And you know that Zoepatra has to reign in her sister’s meaner streak at times, but we love them too. As usual, thanks to Weeby for helping with dialogue. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

#alya cesaire #alya #chloe bourgeois #chloe #zoe lee #zoe #mummy #ghoul squad au #ghoul squad #monstrous au #monstrous #monster au #monster #school for monster #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

[lyman-garfiel]

⌛ ask game be upon ye

⏳; Recount a time of watching/playing/reading your f/os source that made you go 'oh I'm in love'! THIS INVOLVES PHYSICAL VIOLENCE

Ive mentioned it before but i was going through a severe depression when getting into fnc, uhh the first few bitch of scarab's screentime had me captivated because i am a freak. who loves body horror. but to recount a big MOMENT for me i ran into a scarab cosplayer at megacon this year, the cosplayer was SO nice btw absolute sweetheart that guy. But i was so,,,,,,NOT NORMAL after the encounter i physically clawed my friend and had to be repeatedly shoved off of them, i then spent the next hour like SHAKING and unable to feel my legs [which were sore as fuck. like i was unable to feel pain in my legs] ,,,,,,so that ammount of adrenaline at just a cosplayer of my f/o,,,,,,YEAH I KNEW I PHYSICALLY CAN NOT BE NORMAL ABOUT HIM.

[huntinglove]

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

👯: What canon character are you most similar to?

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

Sorry for sending all in one ask-

Hi hi! Thank you so much for the ask! No worries nonny, I love answering big asks!!

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

Marceline: Watching their relationship bloom as Ocean Princess helps Ice King/Simon become happier would make the relationship between them blossom!

Finn: The youthfulness of their souls, their impulsive adventures and deep conversations would create an interesting relationship and sweet romantic atmosphere

Flame Princess: The differences and similarities making them balance each other out would make them a very compelling couple!

👯: What canon character are you most similar to?

Ironically enough, Flame Princess! Their instability and strong emotions are very similar, and if it wasn't for the atmosphere of each of their kingdoms, they would absolutely be friends!

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

People would have a field day with Ocean Princess' ability to shapeshift, especially when it comes to making herself huge, lots of fanart and stories of her holding a tiny Simon in her monumental hands!

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

Ocean Princess is the third member of her species, the ancients of Atlantis, and her lifespan can be of 800 to 1000 years. During the show, she's 200 years old.

Her fascination with Ice King comes from a place of curiosity and understanding, because she feels very lonely in her own kingdom, so she spends a lot of time admiring/watching the people of Ooo go on with their lives.

Once she and Ice King get together, she learns to be more outgoing and patient, helping him take better care of himself and stay out of trouble as much as she can

Once the finale happens, she's heartbroken that her lover is gone, or at least that he has become a completely new person to her. She retreats into her kingdom for months, hiding away to heal her heartbreak.

Later on, Simon gathers up the courage to visit her and ask to get together with her once again. She's very happy when it happens and happily accepts!

She makes sure to keep him company and she thoroughly enjoys learning more about Simon and human culture in general, and at the same time, he feels the same way about her and her kingdom!

During Fionna and Cake, she's kidnapped by Scarab as a way to make Simon return faster. Once Scarab begins to follow Simon himself, Ocean Princess is rescued by Finn.

When Simon returns, they catch up and she becomes far more affectionate and attentive to him, terrified of having him gone again.

Later on she's summoned by Golb, who makes the royal her first new disciple. She becomes a protector of Simon.

#✯ lovely asks #❥ the ice king's princess

[yjwhatif]

Bart and Tye eventually start playing tug-o-war with Jaime, yelling that "he's MY best friend, get your own" while Traci and Ed are watching with popcorn (Jaime asked Scarab for help) (only for him to reply "I will not help you until I receive a full written letter of apology for all the hurtful things you've ever said to me, Jaime Reyes")

Sucks to be you Jaime! He just can’t win with anyone, can he?!😂😂 I love this Anon!!

LB

#thanks anon! #ask box #my response #young justice #yj #jaime reyes #bart allen #eduardo dorado jr #traci thurston #blue beetle #tye longshadow

[octocurse]

“Adventures w/ 9”, a show I want 2 create about mental health, growth and change. I’m absolutely open to ANY suggestions !! [Note- I’m updating as I spam my friends !! Also, very long post.] [TW for - Implied transphobia, death, implied s//icide, multiple forms of ab//se, religious figures referred to as gods, murder, animal death, looots of stuff. (It gets worse) please be careful w/ reading !! I don’t go into super detail abt everything but religion and death are MAJOR things in it.]

Before show occurance ——, a 13 y/o living in the US during 19XX. They go to a wedding with their parents. The atmosphere sickens them. They remember the former wife of the groom, who they walked upon the corpse of. There’s no telling of what truly happened. —— dies the next day. Their parent’s state it was of mysterious circumstance. The blonde thread will become cold soon.

Season 1 Welcome to adventures with 9! With 9, Misery and Midas (the cat that only speaks in lies that I can’t ever settle on a name for), the fun never stops! Even if Misery is rarely there. The first 5 episodes are about 9 learning new things. It doesn’t understand many things at all, despite usually having an appearance similar to that of an 8-10 y/o. He understands far less than he should for that age. Midas is a silly and quirky creature who is wary of Misery. Ze are hyperaware of things and try to warn 9 but they never quite understand what they mean. Throughout the episodes, 9 learns about stars, math, pain (like getting hurt and how to deal with it), bugs and shapes. Even though they only really ever see the cat, shapes and Misery in the blankspace. Misery is seen doing sketchy stuff in the bg, seeming distant and never there to teach 9 anything new. Seemingly phasing through the floor and creating portals. At the end of episode 5, Misery grabs the cat and chops it’s head off and shoving 9 into the “Eye of Scarab”, a specialized portal that requires an eye of any creature to enter.

LORE SHAWTY, LOOOREEEEEEE !!!! The gods

There are SEVERAL ranks of gods, each having their own themes.

When one retires or “dies”, the most powerful soul takes their place.

The highest ranking is themed after avian species and space + astral themes. This is the one that watches over Misery and many, MANY others in the monoplain. I have not decided on a name for them.

There are many others but the ones I have designed already are Pyronus (or The Dog, a god themed after the sun, everlasting joy and canine creatures.), Kaimana (or The Snake, a god based on the deep seas, self love, and taking care of the environment) and Arier (The Lioness, the god themed after working together, family bonds and respect for others. She’s being redesigned eventually bc her old one is ugly.)

Each one collects the souls into their domain through the travelers. The more they have, the higher the rank.

Arier is known to be the kindest and most loving, often taking lost souls under their wing. Has a strong hatred for Misery’s god. She will take in anyone who manages escape and has good will. Misery is not one of them.

Souls

Souls lose power the longer they’re alive, and gain more the longer they’re dead.

Fetuses and babies do not have them. They develop one in the stage of being a toddler.

Souls are the embodyment of ones being. In other words they’re spirits or “ghosts”

Ghosts technically do and don’t exist. They’re found by the travelors and are unable to stay on earth for long.

Souls can be split to create new beings- they kinda just grow back in a way.

Misery has half a soul.

Each soul has a set of abilities they can preform, with or without outside gear needed. Misery specializes in portals, however cannot go far due to their god being very strict, making it so that the only area they can open them in is blankspace. They have a friendship with the travelers.

Souls can be reborn, If they have the resources. However, it’s very hard to gather them.

Spaces and Plains

Plains are places created by a god in order to serve the souls. Each one has one. If a god retires, it goes on to the next. These are either infinite spaces for everyone to explore or separate islands where each soul lives, normally capturing a space that the soul remembers most vividly.

Spaces are created by souls. The only ones who can access these are the souls themselves as it’s technically within the soul itself.

Spaces are infinite white voids that are usually filled to the souls preferences, and can vary based on the amount of power the soul has.

Misery’s space is called Blankspace. is pretty empty, outside of the colored masses scattered around. There’s fencing to keep 9 and Midas from roaming too far off. After the fencing the space starts to darken and you just get transferred to the void ig idk

The travelers.

The travelers are three cats and a dog. Two cream tabbies, an orange caped and a border collie.

The travelers jobs are to travel across the universes and collect lost souls.

The travelers don’t have official names in the universe but they’re just my cats + dog and Tofu (rip tofu. She deserved better.)

The travelers can be in multiple places at once.

The travelers don’t follow any god, nor are they watched over by one. They are simply just separate from any other being, despite the appearance. However, they would love 2 have tea parties with the gods (if they had thumbs)

#Posting in multiple parts bc I broke it last time