#IM TELLING YOU THEY'RE WEARING PANTS!!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!
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So I went dumpster diving in my tablet for the first lamb I ever drew and WOW... I found a lot of sketches I really don't plan on revisiting. I am jsut gonna dump them below the cut for people to see!! Some of it is lore related, some of it is shit I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE, but IDC!!! I will post it anyway for the tumblr users who I keep an eye on my notifs for. (yes, i see you guys. even if i dont always interact I see you and love you guys)
Anyway, here is the earliest drawin I have of me drawing the lamb!! I am going to write a comment under a lot of these to add context to them.
A cute little baby <3333 but I struggled a LOT of figuring out what the lamb was wearing, I eventually figured it out though. (I hope)
if you know, you know. (RIP VAL)
for my BTG AU. I decided I no longer wanted chemach to make the [spoiler] for the lamb, though, so I scrapped this
vaaaal,,,,,, i was still learning how to draw him, i wish i put pants on him but do those even exist in COTL? (yes)
I haven't been able to do much with them because I'm putting other stuff first, but Brear has two kids, Notre and Brejul who Narinder absolutely ADORES. he is the one who babysits.
fun fact but the lamb being touch repulsed is a projection LOL. i hate it when people touch me it feels so tickly and makes me want to bite their faces off. (but i am touch starved and i LOVE to show affection to other ppl, esp thru back rubs)
yes, they have a hoop for personal space. no, ill never use it.
drum corcl,,,, i love the little dancing guy that comes from the drums
more narinder and brear. they're not romantically interested in each other, but he is absolutely head over heels for brear, their brother, and the kids. they even call him dad sometimes.
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kallamar and leshy before their crowns. the scene i have related to this isn't happening anymore, but it was leshy begging to be taught to swim.
another "the one who baby sits" doodle. the bishops all came into the cult with a very good repuation thanks to narinder. he likes to tell the kids of the cult stories about how amazing his siblings were. at first, it was just to nobre and brejul with stories about leshy(he missed leshy a lot even though he was still mad at him, and the two reminded narinder of his time with leshy), but then it escalated into him hosting storytimes with larger groups after they started repeating some of the stories he'd tell them.
unfinsihed stuff about with the lamb and thier mom. their mom wasn't afraid of the bishops at all, but knew that they were a still a threat to her and her child's life. the lamb did NOT care for anyone thier mom didn't approve of/enthusiastically liked. they were much more afraid of the bishops than their mother.
i do not actually know if i posted this.i dont think so, but i giggle every time i scroll past it
brear and nobre <333
im still workong on BTG shit, and i post a little bit of the characters on here even tho the comics are going to be posted elsewhere. they have a "crownlike" beak, but a body part. there's different creatures who became gods through different ways; crowns are one way but their power is stuck with the crown and they are considered extremely weak compared to other gods. i wont blabber on about it tho.
so many sketches has random lines through em because i work with a tablet,,, i hate it. anyway, narinder and kallamar everybody!
sketches i made but didn't bother to finish of me and merbre,,,,,,,,, my husband #1 <3 them w/ narinder + merbre arent gonna be considered "canon" but damn it ill self-ship with them until i get a follower i can WORK with
i come back to this every few weeks and im never happy with it, i dont know if ill finish this but i think about them........ before the divorce </3
unused from an ask
heartstealer. menace. you can rip my heart out anytime, leshy <3
dreshy. he LOVES dresses and being pretty and cute and pretty. he sucks narinder into a lot and heket will sometimes join in if he demands asks her to <3
another unused drawing from an ask i'll eventually answer. (mildly offended at being called a mutton cube.)
.... aaand WOW! I think that's everything guys!! things are still kinda wild but they're calming down a little bit. idk how much longer it's gonna last like this but I have some energy so I made a way-too-long post showing off art I wasn't supposed to post! Awesome. :D
#cw gore#cotl au stuff in here#23 pics under the cut btw#cotl#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#the lamb#cotl narinder#cotl spoilers#cotl kallamar#cotl leshy#i dont think ill tag anymore#idek if i should've tagged this post at all#but well see how it plays out!!#THIS POST TOOK FOREVER TIME TO GO CLEAN
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:T Hello there, Thought(tm) of the day...
I? Just remembered that Constantine's "Laughing Magician"(?) title is... f*ckin HEREDITARY?
Like?? As in The Constantine Meances have been out here, harrasing divinity and demons alike for GENERATIONS on behalf of a Good Time, the Lols, and probably Humanity if they can be arsed and you make a good case.
W... What chance would there even BE of at least like? HALF those f*ckers(conflicted but affectionate) NOT becoming Realms Ghosts? With the sh*t they're exposed too? With THEIR luck??
You think DEATH can trick them? Take them away for good? Take away the local Rat B@stard, Tricks Gods Just To See If He Can, Fate Is My Second Mistress and I Cuckold Glory On Your Mother's Bed, Constantine?
They run down main street, *ss in the breeze, wearing someone else's shirt and two shoes that don't match, not a stitch else, like run away lovers. Let Death TRY and catch them. Sorry, Luv, it's not them, it's definitely you.
..........I bet they're the wooooorst~~✨️
No joke, I bet they set up a whole *ss TOWN of Constantine.
Where the odds are in THEIR favor, gods fear to tread, and reality straight out stops working right. Like Diagonal Ally for B*stards, extended to a whole floating island. Everyone's related. It's Chaos. They can barely stand each other. Would sell each other for a toothpick.
Mess with ANY off them... and you can kiss your afterlife good bye.
They have NO neighbors because both no ones dumb enough to get NEAR them AND no one can stand to be around that many Constantines at once. The physical Manifestation of Fate wants to take the whole LOT of the handsy F*CKS to court for child support and a restraining order.
Somehow... they keep getting Earth Booze.
They SHOULDN'T have access. It's been anywhere from decade to centuries since they died. Millennium for a few. Howms't The F*CK, do they keep getting cheap gin and vodka? Bourbon and beer? Even the odd fruity cocktail for funnies.
Please... PLEASE! Tell the Zone at large, that their innate birthright powers STOPPED at Death. They... they are just REALLY good at smuggling right? Excellent con men?
Tell us they can't f*ckin PREDICT AND INFLUENCE Natural Portals!!!
*smug sipping noises from a large room full of Dead @ssholes*
Okay... They Won't Tell You~ 🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺 *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*
Now! I hear you ask? Why are John's Terrible, Terrible, God Awful Ghostly Relatives relevant? Absurdly powerful as they are... they seem to take the afterlife as an extended "Ha! GET F*CKED, DEMONS WHO WANTED MY SOUL!" Vacation/Family get together.
Minded their business and expected everyone to mind THEIRS, or ELSE.
Didn't give two solitary SH*TS that Pariah woke from his little nappy-poo to cause a tantrum. After all, in their family? When DOESN'T some "great and terrible Power That Be" get itself in a snit? Meh... it's baby Johnny's turn to clean sh*t up. Best of luck to 'im~!
But THEN!
They must've been drinking... making out with their equally terrible and bamf trainwreck significant others... sitting around playing "who can cheat best at cards"... when? Huh.
Never seen the Fate and The Odds... STRANGLE like that.
Billions of billions of What-Ifs, Maybes, Could-bes, and more... suddenly YANKED towards a single spot. The allowance of Only One Outcome. Almost like what they can do, but... not, WRONG, per say...
Just... impossible.
There's NEVER.. JUST one way this plays out. You can control the big notes. The script. But the details and set dressing will always decide themselves.
NO ONE can just... Decide What Will Happen. And yet?
...............was....... was that Little Johnny? Has to be. Right? Where's his old man? Oi! Was that your Kid??! John's closest relatives are baffled. Nope. They can still feel him laying a beat down on some demon in Norway. So then? Who?
How?
Well mark them CURIOUS(tm).
They decide to actually get up. Put their various drinks and cards down. Put pants on. Somebody's done something... INTERESTING(TM) and they want to know what's up. So? Off they trot.
It's traumatizing for everyone who sees them. The Constantines have breached f*ckin B*stard Containment and are spilling into the Zone. On this! The DAY Pariah Waged A War! THEY JUST GOT RID OF HIM!
And Danny? His everything hurts. The Eyeballs are starting to come out of the woodwork and ARGUE about him like he's not even there. He's DANGEROUS blah blah blah. Give them the crown. Right now! Etc etc.
Somethings telling him not too.
It's... it's HIS isn't it? Has been for centuries and seconds. And... and... everyone one of him is King. There is only one of him. The Zone covers all the multiverse and all of the Hims that were and aren't here and helped and... and...! His head is starting to hurt.
But the more they try to push him to hand it over, the less he feels like unhanding the dang gaudy thing. No. His now. He'll use it as a DOOR stopper if he dang well feels like it! Stop yelling.
Then all these blonde ghosts saunter in... and all he can think is "F*ck. I think they noticed."
Huh?
@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites @bjurnberg @the-witchhunter @hdgnj
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another one of my dreams that i have to write out because it flabbergasted me and two of my friends. but this time about hazel from bottoms.
ok, reader is the new girl at school. in my dream i was kind of a loser (accurate) but because i can write what i want (and i've read @ptolemaeacles cheerleader headcanons ten times) im changing it.
so reader is trying out to be cheerleader! it helps you make a few friends, isabel being the best one because she’s amazing, beautiful, and a little weird in a really endearing way. she finds you interesting, given your natural talent for dancing and how despite doing vulgar dance moves on the football field, off of it you can be a shy and sweet person!
because of this isabel, brittany and you are pretty much always together. and since they're popular and seen everywhere, that means you are seen everywhere!
which means hazel cant take a fucking break.
walking to sit with pj and josie during lunch and means almost having a heart attack when she sees you handing out flyers for the next school event, looking so ethereal in your cheer uniform she nearly trips over herself.
or when every morning she sits two rows over from you in math class, not so sneakily staring at you for minutes at a time while doing her worksheets.
despite being close to a genius, she thinks there's no way in hell you have ever noticed her. never seen the way your eyes will drift to her when she's sitting in the bleachers while, you're practicing, how you're heart will race when the teacher is calling names for project partners with the chance that the brunette could be in your group.
so sure you had a crush that was going nowhere, but you had a nice bunch of new friends, so people we're starting to like you!
all except one.
mrs. fucking barnes.
for whatever reason, your second period english teacher had decided on your first day to make your senior year a living fucking hell.
put a good amount of effort into an essay? you get a d minus!
want to share a comment you had about the book the class is reading? shut up silly, jeff is going to popcorn read and stutter over a basic sentence!
but one friday, you decided to skip class and the next week she went ballistic.
now, since moving to town, you had noticed that the people here were a little odd, regularly seeing a normal interaction or conversation go to the extreme in seconds.
so, when you're hovering over the toilet in the girls bathroom, a small thought in your brain that loves to say what if's asks: what if somebody bursted in here right now?
when you finish and stand up to pull your jeans up, only to be interrupted when the stall doors bust open with a loud bang! you think for split second that god can literally hear your thoughts and is making you pay for whatever sins you've committed.
those sins must have been fucking murder to make up for how mortified you felt standing in a cramped girls bathroom stall, your pants down with three people staring at you/
the first, mrs. barnes, wearing a look thats a mix between anger and regret.
the second is nettie brown, a girl you recognized from your art class who you remember complimented your heels and you did the same for her coat.'
and then, standing in front the sinks with eyes that look as big as fucking saucers, hazel callahan herself.
your brain catches up to your body and you manage to splutter out a string of curses and yells, forcing the door back closed as the teachers splutters out an excuse about someone telling her you had started doing weed in the bathrooms.
you hear her and some more shoes shuffling out of the bathroom, taking a minute to gather your bearings before you leave the bathroom. when you open the door again you rest your hands on the counter, your eyes closed as you take a breath. when you look up to your reflection, in your peripheral you see a figure standing awkwardly at the back of the bathroom, blue eyes avoiding looking at you.
"hazel?" you ask under your breath, turning around to look at her dead on. she flinches to attention like a child called to attention.
"uh...i just wanted to make sure that you were alright, what she did was really fucked up."
"oh," you mouth, grateful that after something so embarrassing this girl who you barely knew was waiting in a crappy bathroom to make sure you were alright. if it was possible your crush on her just grows. "thank you. that means a lot to me."
her face lights up so brightly you think it could light up a city.
"no problem! i mean, really who cares that much about weed, anyway? i've never cared about bush anyway-"
the room gets silent.
as she quickly rushes out an apology and leaves, all you can think about is how its weird you've been shocked like this twice in a span of ten minutes, and that you have got to ask hazel callahan on a date.
i made this a lot cuter than it was in my dream. i was in the bathroom, looking at these really nice coats on the counter ?? when the door opened, hazel just said "y'know ive never minded bush" and the sheer confusion made wake up.
i put my senior year english teacher in here because. i still hate that bitch.
#bottoms 2023#bottoms movie#bottoms x reader#hazel#hazel callahan#hazel x reader#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan x you
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RUBY congrats on your milestone!!! I'm extremely happy for you, you deserve it, you always post amazing fics and your blog is SO COOL AND FRESH, ugh I love it!! Sending a lot of kisses and hugs your way ♡
So I'm here to request, I hope it's okay!!
❤️🔥 5 and 6 from the first prompt list with steve, I just know you are going to do something sooo fluffy and cute that will mark me forever!!!
HI HI !! thank you so much ur so sweet i am SWOONING over here <3 COOL AND FRESH!!!?? ULTRA TOP TIER COMPLIMENTS MY DUDE!! ahh many kisses and hugs right back at ya ! and omg da first of the blurbs.... it is fluffy as hell im feeling clingy tonite and i hope u luv <3 (ur lucky to get in early they probably won't all be this long hehe)
You're surprised you even managed to convince Steve to come to this party. They're not exactly his scene anymore, especially considering his history with them, but it was a bit more of a familiar friendly crowd — Eddie's band, some of Robin's own friends from band, plus the merry bunch of you that were practically fused together since '83.
Besides, you're sure the fair amount of eyelashes fluttering helped too, lips pouting and eyes sweet.
Steve had even narrowed his eyes, jabbed a finger at you like he was about to say 'that's not fair!' like he had a thousand times before. Some whine about how he was powerless when you gave him those eyes.
Tonight, he had just sighed and folded, any annoyance melting away at your glee.
Parties were better with Steve. If you both had a ride home, he'd get himself into the G&T's until he was loopy and draping himself all over you. Absolute mumbler he was while drunk. It was all you're so pretty and how'd i get so lucky? between wet kisses anywhere he could land them. You not-so-secretly loved it.
Tonight, however, you're the lovesick one.
Like it's your fault; he's wearing one of his button downs that's tight on the arms and a few buttons too low. A hint of chest hair peeks out, flush against tan skin that's riddled with moles you've kissed a dozen times over each. Even without the extra beers tonight you think you'd be in a mood.
The extra alcohol just gives you confidence.
Steve's talking when you approach, his back to you, and you take no mind to distract him from his conversation. Silently, well as much you can while tipsy, you sneak your arms around his middle and slump.
You hear a rumble of surprise through where your head presses into his back, a pause in the conversation, then he places his warm hands over both of yours. You delight with a grin. Then, keeping his hands in place to keep you where you are, he's twisting to look over his shoulder. You dig your chin in to meet his eyes with a doozy smile.
"Hello trouble," He says, all too fond. God, he looks so sweet, amber eyes all sweet and smile all too mischievous. Thank God he's yours.
"Hi." You say back, a grin curling at your lips. You think about tucking your hands under his shirt, just to hold him closer. You're sure he'll get the mental messages you're sending him much better if there's skin-to-skin contact —though, you needn't worry, Steve can tell you love him just from the look on your face.
"All good back there?" He asks, mainly as a joke but you nod very seriously and then tilt your head towards his conversation partner. Some dude who had graduated the year after him, friends with Robin he thinks. It's small talk.
"Yup." You smile wide, a bit dopey, and press a kiss into his back. "Y'keep talking Stevie."
He can tell you mean it so he does, turning back around and adjusting his grip over both of your hands to hold them both tighter. You hum happily. The conversation resumes. It takes all but a minute for your attention to crawl away.
You shift your hands slightly, wriggling out of Steve's grip and you miss how he frowns down bemusedly at your wandering hands. He silently hopes you aren't heading for his pants, mainly because there's a spectator to your strange but endearing behaviour. You don't, instead just tucking them under his button up and pressing your icy fingers against his tummy.
Steve snorts a quiet laugh and tries not to shiver, but apparently, that's too much movement for you.
"Tch, stop moving!" Your voice draws out, dipped in annoyance. You thump your head against his back and Steve laughs again, a bit pink in the face when the dude moves away with an awkward goodbye. Steve doesn't blame him, with your roaming hands, though he's fairly sure you're actually just looking for a cuddle.
Steve stills himself. "Why—"
"You feel amazing in my arms," you say, muffled by your face in his shirt. You squeeze him a bit tighter, a hug that actually squeezes his heart too because fuck, if he doesn't feel adored right now.
"Baby," He starts, prying your arms off just enough to turn and face you. You whine a bit but it dies down at being able to lean your head against his chest, chin planting between his pecs. You gaze up at him and blow a half-hearted raspberry. Steve thinks about dipping you sweet and kissing you there, just to see if you'll get warm enough in the face that he'll feel it too.
"D'you wanna go home?" He asks.
You shake your head but tighten your hold. Steve sweeps a hand across your forehead, pushing back stray hairs with a loving hum. "If we go home, we can cuddle, yeah?"
You seem to only just realise this as he says it and it sways your decision in an instant. "Okay, yeah, yes please," you murmur as you bury your face back into his chest. Your please sounds like peas and Steve thinks his heart might ache a little softer because of it.
If you had told sophomore Steve that in the future, he'd be ditching a party early, just for some cuddles, he's sure he would've scoffed at himself. Steve thanks the heavens above for change and let you drag him out the door, footsteps giddy and kisses abundant.
join the celebration!
#literally i need him#rn#steve get over here i need to be ur clingy gf at a party#also omg slay kept it gn!#follower celebration 2023#ruby's very own tour of hawkins#steve x reader#ruby writes steve#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurb#stevie blurb!#BLAIRSGOOOOOOOOOO#FIRST ONE#STRONG START
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As universes collides
Pairings: Moon Knight system(Marc/Steven/Jake) x sorcerer!Reader x Khonshu
Word count: holee shit its 9k words people💀
Warnings: grammar, cussing, !SPOILERS FOR MoM!, possibly inaccurate depictions of DID(please tell me in the comments if i did so that i can edit this), possibly wrong Spanish words used(again please correct me in the comments), possibly ooc marvel characters, NOT BETA READ, lengthy fic(if i missed any please let me know!!)
Summary: Hey, just re-read your stories with Sorcerer!Reader with the Moon Bois and Khonshu, I absolutely love them! So I saw you were looking for ideas, and I remembered an idea I had a while back when MoM came out regarding this exact same pairing. If you’re willing to write it that is.
So regarding Wanda’s attack on Kamar-taj, the reader is called to defend the temple. The reader prepares to leave, and while trying to explain what’s happening to the boys, mentions the Scarlet Witch. Now, lets assume Khonshu knows a little about the Scarlet Witch and her chaos magic. So when the reader tells them that they're going to be defending the temple against her, he tells her not to go, in fear that they will die. The reader of course declines his request, and Marc/Steven/Jake get into an argument with the reader about going (“the world and the multiverse are in danger” blah blah blah “you shouldn’t have to risk your life” blah blah blah “there’s a child’s life on the line” blah blah blah- you get it). Long story short, the reader ends up going after the argument (or however you want it to end up). In the end, the reader (hopefully) survives, whether it surviving in the rubble, or traveling with Strange and America through the multiverse. And they reunite with Marc/Steven/Jake and Khonshu.
Let me know what you think about this and if you’re willing to write it. Hopefully it gave you some inspiration!
A/N: hi hello sorry for the long wait but the fic is finally here!! hope you guys love this and i hope this meets @jupitersmoon167 and everybody else's expectations😥 i used dear jupiter's idea and added my own twist to it! hope you guys love this just as much as i do🤧💞if things aren't exactly the same with the movie, im so sorry-i wrote this based on what i remembered💞GIFS USED NOT MINE
Something shifted.
A shiver ran through your spine, through your whole body.
You inhale sharply, brows furrowing at the uneasy feeling.
"You felt it too, dearest?"
Asked your human sized moon god beside you, who's wearing a white polo rolled up to his elbow and white slacks, his arm laying across your now tense shoulder. You feel him gently squeeze you, coaxing you to relax your tight muscles.
You are currently in the Moon boys' flat, watching a movie to relax since today was a time where you and all of the system have their day off on the same day, with all three of them co-existing with you and a human sized Khonshu.
They are currently in separate bodies, thanks to a spell that allowed them to be out of the headspace for a period of time, all wearing comfy home clothes, and are now looking at you too. Worry, curiosity, and confusion met your troubled gaze.
"We– we felt it too…Like, something.. something bad."
Steven, who's wearing his blue sweatshirt and gray pjs, voices out his and his alters' thoughts, Marc– who's wearing his blue t-shirt and pants– nods once and looks at Jake–who's wearing his white long sleeves and black pjs– who also nods, eyes full of thoughts as he keeps his firm yet gentle gaze on you, confirming Steven's statement.
You look up to Khonshu, who stood up from his seat on the couch and looked out the window.
"Should.. should we be worried–"
His question dies on his tongue as a portal opens in the middle of your room. You're quick to your feet and change into your sorcerer robes as you walk in front of the moon knight system and towards the opening portal, knowing who might be behind it.. and their purpose.
The trio stood up as they watched an Asian man walk through the sparkling circle. Jake quickly puts himself in front of his alters, ready to protect in case anyone thinks of hurting them.
"We need your help, Master," Wong utters your name breathlessly, "I'm sorry for interrupting your day off but, the Scarlet Witch, is planning to attack Kamar-taj and we are in dire need of every single sorcerer to protect it." The portal closes behind him.
Before you are able to utter a single word, Khonshu repeats,
"The Scarlet Witch?"
A thunderous boom echoing in the room, his tone all but gentle, and crosses the room to stand by your side, now looming down on you and Wong as he returns to his godly size, his clothes now shifted back to gauzed wrappings.
"The wielder of Chaos Magic?"
You tilt your head up to him, "You know them?" You glance at the Sorcerer Supreme, who was not a single bit intimidated by the god's presence (you figured he wouldn't be as this man might've seen worse than a tall, bird skull headed god so it wasn't a surprise to you), who nods to answer Khonshu's question.
The god's head moves to you as he looks at you, his thoughts undecipherable to you. His body language was rigid, which could either mean he doesn't trust the sorcerer in front of you or something else entirely different.
You look back to his hollowed sockets as you wait for his answer.
He bobs his head and kneels in one knee to be on your eye level, "I know little but I know enough. You are not going to face her, little sorcerer."
Ah, so it was something else entirely different.
Even though his tone suggests no room for argument, you huff at his demands in disbelief.
"Khonshu, the Sorcerer Supreme needs every single sorcerer to be present, which means that this Scarlet Witch is very dangerous and is a danger to our wo–"
"Which should give you more reason not to go! It is unsafe! They are dangerous, like you've said. Let the others handle it!"
You were about to argue back but a question pops up into your head, you turn to Wong, "Wait– why is this.. quote unquote Scarlet Witch attacking the Kamar-taj in the first place?"
You hear the god sigh beside you and mumble, "You do not need that information–"
"A child that has the power to traverse across universes is in the temple and the Scarlet Witch intends to take her power all to herself." Wong answers, his eyes pleading to you as he spoke.
Your eyebrows shot up in worry, "No–" a British voice spoke behind you in slight tremor.
The sorcerer supreme puts his hand on your shoulder.
"Please, pick your choice wisely. We'll be waiting for you."
You place your hand above his and nod, he gives you a tight smile as he removes his hand. He glances at the trio behind you and bids them goodbye with a bow of his head, as well as to the Egyptian moon god. He opens a portal and enters it, with an expecting glance of his shoulder the bright orange circle closes with a sharp hush.
A heavy silence falls in the flat.
A click of a tongue breaks it and Marc speaks, "Right, no. The bird is right. No way in hell you are going to K- Kamar- Kamar.. tash–"
You heard Khonshu huff at the name Marc had called him and rise from his kneeling position.
"Kamar-Taj." "Kamar-Taj" Steven and Khonshu correct him.
"Yes, that- thank you Steven, Khonshu-"
"Marc, a child's life is in danger!" You say his name in exasperation as you step one foot to the front, "Our universe and other universes are in danger! I can't just let this witch do–"
"Mi muñeca, por favor," Jake intervenes, his face covered by his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "There are cientos de otros magos, lots of other sorcerers, around the world, ¿sî?" He drops his hand with a sigh.
You nod, "Yes! But–"
"Then you, our amado hechicero, don't need to be there." The mustached Latino reaches out to your hand and grasps it, squeezing it lightly as his eyes desperately look around your face and cups it with his other hand, heavy it lays on your cheek as he whispers, "Por favor, mi amor."
"Please, love. Think about it." Steven speaks up behind Jake, worry also etched on his face as he approaches the two of you. "If Khonshu, a god who doesn't think twice in committing violence, does not want you to fight then I'd also have to say no on this one. We can't risk losing you, darling.." His voice cracks a little, the thought of not being able to see you again is possibly plaguing his mind.
Tears well up on your eyes as you glance back and forth between Jake and Steven then to Marc, whose eyes are all but soft as he had already made up his decision.
You sigh and lean to Jake's hand that is on your cheek, you take it from your face and kiss his palm. You turn to your Stevie and offer your hand to him, to which he hastily holds, and gently pull him to you. He lets you. Jake removes his hand from your cheek to let Steven wrap his arms around you, he's muttering pleas in your ear as you plant a long kiss on his temple.
"So you're not going, sweetheart?"
You look up to your other boyfriend who is now looking a little relieved and hopeful, slowly approaching you three with a hopeful gaze. You glance up to your godly lover, who's been silently waiting as he watches you interact with your human boyfriends, leaning against a bookshelf with arms crossed.
You turn your gaze to Marc, who's looking at you expectantly, you give a last kiss on Steven's cheek before letting go of the Brit and approached the American. You smile tearfully as you hold his face with your palm, his stubble rough under your skin. Standing on your tip-toes, you kiss his cheek gingerly.
Jake, coming to an understanding of your whole motive, mutters hoarsely, "No.."
The other people in the room seemed to understand what you were trying to do and they all simultaneously spoke out their disagreement.
"No, baby– Come on!" "Absolutely not!" "Darling, please no."
You lower yourself back on the floor and look up to Marc, his brows are raised in the middle as he grasps your wrist as he tries to keep you in place.
"I'm sorry." You whisper, to him and to all of your lovers, a lone tear escaping your eyes as you caress his cheekbones with your thumbs.
Khonshu briskly walks towards you, planning to stop your plans but you were quick.
You close your eyes and let the flow of magic surrounding the flat disappear.
Marc's hands left your wrists and his stubbled jaw sliding away from your palms, you opened your eyes to see him stumbling back and away from you, the surge of magic when his alters returned back to their headspace possibly left him disoriented.
You feel a cool breeze go down past your shoulder. Looking over you see Khonshu, he's back to his ghost-like state, unable to interact with anything surrounding him.
He looks up at you, you feel his and Marc's(and possibly the rest of the system's) burning glare drilling into your skull.
You hold back a sob.
"This is for all of you, my loves. Please, I hope you understand."
You look back and forth to Marc and Khonshu, who's regaining his balance and the latter desperately trying to get a hold of you as he yells for you to stop, even though he knows with this form he won't be able to do so he still continues to reach out to your form.
You open a portal to the temple, with a sharp intake of breath you quickly enter it. Tears continue to fall down your cheek, a smile that doesn't hold any joy pulls your lips as you croak out, "I'll see you around, my boys. This isn't a goodbye."
You immediately let the portal close before any of them crossed it. The last thing you saw was Marc, with Jake and Steven possibly co-fronting with him, hastily running to the orange circle as Khonshu fell on his knees, seemingly defeated.
I promise.
~🌑~
Falling through different realities, with one of them being a world that is made up of paint, as you try to keep a powerful kid away from a power hungry witch in a star shaped portal was definitely not on your bucket list.
But here you are, thrown into a new world where everything is unfamiliar and very green.
"You two… saved me.." Chavez says between her breaths as you and Strange try to regain yours.
"I hope so.." The cloaked man groans as he stands up, while you cover your mouth and run to the nearest corner as you feel bile shot up to your throat, spilling the food you had earlier this morning.
You hear America sheepishly apologize, "It's a normal reaction..! Just.. let it all out.."
You give her a thumbs up, your guts continue to spill out.
You hear the teen ask if the other sorcerer have had experience with multiversal travelling, the man in question smugly answers that they have, making you scoff at his lie as you wipe your mouth with your sleeve.
You were about to tell Chavez the truth but Stephen's upset stomach beat you to it.
"You were saying, Strange?" You jest as you walk towards the duo, groaning at the after taste on your tongue after that spill fest.
"Shut up–"
You hum low in your throat as you look around you, tuning out Stephen's vomiting noises because if you won't you might vomit again so instead you survey your surroundings properly.
"What is this place? A utopic version of our universe??"
You let the question hang in the air as you walk over to the ledge, looking down at the busy streets with wonder and curiosity.
"It seems so.." America answers behind you.
~🌒~
"They go on red?" Asks the baffled former Sorcerer Supreme beside the teen.
"Amazing observation." You quip as you wearily look around, Jake and Marc's tendency to look for any signs of danger once in an unfamiliar setting rubbing off on you.
With yours and Stephen's sling ring lost, and with Chavez struggling to control her power, you were left with finding help in this universe's Stephen and you. Since apparently there is only one Chavez in the multiverse.
"Rule number one of multiversal travel. You don't know anything."
Stephen huffs at your comment and waits for the traffic light to turn green, and crosses the street, you follow alongside him.
"Right, so what's rule number two–"
You feel the hairs on your nape stand up, someone is watching you. You look around with furrowed brows, trying to pinpoint where and who it's coming from.
But Strange's tug on your elbow made you stop your hunt, "Where is she?" the sorcerer worriedly asks and you could only stare at him in confusion, blinking your eyes, you were about to answer his question with another question but then you realize who he's talking about.
You look around you and find that the girl you two are supposed to protect is missing beside you. Your breathing quickens as the worst possible scenarios run through your mind until a hand lays on your shoulder.
You turn to see the girl herself with a food on hand, you roughly exhale through your mouth as you rub your face with your hand.
"Rule number two, find food. Preferably pizza. Pizza balls!"
Pizza.. balls? What? You stare the rolled up pizza on the red bowl, huh, never thought that would be a thing. But then again, everyone in this world is wearing clothes in varying shades of black and white only so you really should have expected less (not like you don't like the color, it's just.. a little unsettling considering the colorful stores and surroundings, and it's new to you).
"How'd you pay for that?"
"It's free–"
You catch up beside the girl, "Free? There's free food here?"
"Well, food's free in most universes actually." She states with a shrug, "It's more of how you guys pay for it."
Your lips form an 'o' as you nod, taking in the interesting information, "That's cool."
"Yea–"
"Hey! You didn't pay for that!"
You three stop in your tracks and face the old man, who seems to be the seller of the pizza rolls.
"Crap.." Muttered the teen, "Maybe it's not free here.."
You gave the teen an exasperated look, while she returns it with an innocent one as she munches on the unpaid food.
"Relax, Mr. "Papap", she's just a kid-"
"Relax yourself there, Doctor Strange." Snides the old man with a slight chuckle as if mocking the sorcerer while he reaches for the cloak of Levitation. "Where'd you get this cape from anyway–"
"It's not a cape-"
"It's a cloak actually," you sigh and step up to the old man. "How about you let him go-"
"Huh, feels authentic–" Mr. "Papa"? Papap? comments as he examines the fabric.
"I'll pay for it, okay, just, let my friend go–" You were reaching for your wallet when you felt his hand grasp your robes tightly.
A rush of harsh wind suddenly sweeps the sidewalk you are on, forcing the man holding you to release your clothes to cover his face from the sudden gust.
You shiver at the breeze. It felt familiar…
"You two are thieves! You two took this from the Strange museum, didn't cha?"
"Strange Museum?"
"You two are takers!" The man snatches the mustard from his stand, "Why don't you take some of thi-"
Needless to say, that man is going to continuously beat himself up for the next three weeks.
"What happened to Rule number one, hm?" You tease the girl as you lightly bump your shoulder to hers, while resuming your trek to find this world's Dr. Strange.
America could only roll her eyes at your jest as she silently chuckled while Stephen chortled under his breath.
~🌓~
Lucky for you, you don't drink tea.
Unluckily for you, you were bribed with a cold chocolate drink.
Which led to you and your party of three encased in a strong glass– carbonated glass, was it? You weren't really listening.
You have opted on focusing on your breathing instead, enclosed spaces and you are not exactly besties.
America, seeming to have noticed your struggle, tries to get Stephen and Christine's attention. But you call out to her, stopping her actions, "It's– it's okay kid. Let them have their moment. I'll be fine."
Your voice wobbles as you swallow your saliva. Inhale, exhale.
Anything else seems to be muddled as you keep your focus on your breathing.
Inhale, exhale.
A hiss of the opening of your sealed doors interrupts your meditation short. You look around only to see… are those ultron bots?! Behind the sorcerer that poisoned you.
You scowl at him as you are pulled out of the glass cage. You struggled on their grip and ready to strike but Stephen held your arm, stopping you from whatever you were planning to do.
You look up to him, his brows low in worry as he asks, "Are you okay?"
Knowing you were on the verge of a panic attack just a minute ago, there should be no point in lying, but you are in an enemy's hold. So you nod your head, looking away from the concerned greyish-green eyes and let the bots tug you away from the blue-robbed sorcerer.
You cast a glance at America, "We'll be back, don't worry." You comfort her as much as you can.
The teen could do nothing but nod, pressing her palms flat on the glass as she watches you and Stephen being dragged away from the holding room, hope and dread flashing on her face.
~🌔~
Okay, don't mess with the silent guy then.
You blink away the images presented in your mind, cautiously bouncing your gaze from member to member of this.. Illuminati council.
Confusion draws your brows taut, "Okay– so if this is all about him then why the fuck am I here?"
"Etiquette, huh?"
You glare at Stephen, his low-blow of a jest referencing your comments to his sassy answers to the council earlier.
"This is not all about him," The bald man on the high-tech wheelchair roughly says your name, "as we've stated a while ago, if you were listening–"
Oh yeah, you totally weren't.
"The more you spend time in our universe, the more you endanger your and our home."
Your eyebrows twitch up in understanding.
"But, it is also because you, my dear, have also made a significant impact on this universe. Namely, communication to other worldly beings in this universe."
A new set of events is once again transferred and played in your mind, while you and Stephen watch it play out like a movie.
"Your version of yourself here had a beautiful union with the God of the Moon from the Egyptian Pantheon and his avatar. It paved the way to intergalactic partnerships, both in business as well as, yes, in romantic context."
You watch in awe as you see yourself, dressed in a sparkling, long sleeve, sweetheart neckline, white dress that dragged behind you walked down the aisle.
With your, no, other you's Moon boys, all in separate bodies wearing white suits that are accented with black in different styles for each of them, and your–their–god in his white suited glory, standing beside the trio in his human size, all watching you with happy tears(except the bird skull headed being, but hey, who knows, maybe the pigeon is crying buckets of unseeable tears.)
The scene calls your tears to resurface once more–could today be any more emotional!!– as you remember how you left your Marc, Steven, Jake and Khonshu in your own universe.
The scene shifts again, this time, different corporations, businesses and weddings play out like pages being flipped quickly. Moments of those events cramped in a single minute before it halts.
Another prestigious event that called for a union between realms. The species that is uniting with this universe's human council is unfamiliar to you. They were, well, otherworldly in nature with their varrying skin color palette and average size.
"All was going well, until–"
A loud bang! rang throughout the area, startling you and your sorcerer friend who's been quiet the whole time.
You look around amidst the running and panicking crowd, who was shot? Why did someone shoot? What-
Questions that ran through your mind disperse by your loud gasp. You see yourself being cradled in the arms of other you's spouse while their godly lover made an unprecedented red solar eclipse, commanding the winds to havoc the place as he roars in rage.
Your other self being cradled by the Moon Knight system, whose head is blown to bits.
"– a horrible accident happened."
Tears now freely stream down your cheeks as you kneel in place.
Seeing how your lovers both human and god, weep and mourn for you. How they grasped your coffin so tightly and snapped at the pallbearers trying to do their job, squeezes your heart. You never ever ever want to see them in pain. Especially if you're the one inflicting it.
A grating noise low on your throat goes past your trembling lips as you try to inhale air back into your system, your hand immediately flying up to not let another sound escape from your mouth.
You didn't know when you had stopped breathing but your lack of oxygen has made you a heaving mess on the gray tiled floor.
"Stop. Stop! Come on, this is hurting them!!"
The movie fades away like uncovering a treasure that was buried deep under the sand, dusting away the illusion to reveal the reality.
"Breathe for me," You hear a baritone voice say your name above you as you feel yourself being wrapped around one's arms and something on the top of your head.
You take deep breaths but every time you an ugly sob squeaks out your throat.
"It's okay. They're well in our universe. They're probably waiting for your return and you will return to them safely."
As the baritone voiced fella keeps on comforting you, another voice speaks up,
"This led to lots of series of events, mainly, our Khonshu, Marc, Steven and Jake, hunting down who shot our very own version of you." A feminine yet firm voice.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Another female voice speaks, this time British in accent,
"And, their hunt wasn't entirely… reasonable. They killed every single person who they suspected, even when they were not guilty. This forced us to take action and…"
Breathe in…
Swallowing, you slowly leave Stephen's comforting embrace, who you've just realized is the baritoned fella.
"And what?" You breathe out through your trembling lips as you peered at the Illuminati people through the blur of your tears.
"We have to imprison them to ensure the safety of the people."
You glance over to the far left, the man sitting there has answered your question in a hushed manner but still loud enough for you to hear.
"This–" Breathe in, breathe out. "This did not answer my question a while ago. Why am I here?!"
"Because they've escaped the moment you two arrived."
Your glare softens, before morphing into something horrified as you come into a realization.
"You've made me a bait." You whisper to the air, hastily standing up to your feet–
"It is for everyone's–"
Sound alarms blast through the speakers, the building shakes and vibrates as something, or someone breaks into the facility.
The weight of everything comes back to you, like a splash of a cold bucket of water.
Wanda. Scarlet Witch. The kid!!
You watch the live footage of the former avenger tearing through the army of robots that tried to hold her back from reaching the core of the facility, either dismantling them or blasting them into nothing.
The orders of Captain Carter fell on deaf ears as you kept your eyes on the static feed, somehow everything seemed to be silent and you could only hear your breathing, even as the facility alarm blairs around the room
Breathe in… Breathe out.
A call of your name and Stephen's made you turn your attention back to the present.
"When you escape this chamber, you must find America Chavez, and you, my dear." The professor gestures to you, "You must find your spouses, bring them to where you would deem them to be safe and… away from taking more innocent lives."
"For short, sealing them behind bars." You rasp out, bitterness leaves your dry lips as you blankly stare at the bald man in a wheelchair.
"If you'd like." Was his only statement, disregarding the Sorcerer Supreme protests and your perplexed glare as he wheels himself out of the room, leaving you, Stephen Strange and Mordo in the room.
You walk to the door, Ignoring Mordo's warnings. You press your palms flat on its surface.
You glance down at your cuffs. If only you were not bound you could blast this fucker open and be on your pursuit in finding your– well, your other self's but also technically your– lovers.
You groan in defeat as you knock your forehead on the barrier with a small thump. With a sigh you glance back to the two, who's in a heated argument. About what, you know nothing of.
Your eyes scan the room, maybe there's another way out.
A loud cry interrupts your thinking session–it was getting nowhere anyways–as Mordo jumps from the elevated slab with a sword in hand. You look down to Stephen, who only winked at your way–the sly bastard–before blocking the pissed sorcerer's attack with his cuffs.
Oh.
You let them spar, watching on the sidelines as you wait for the perfect time to interfere.
When Stephen gets knocked back to the wall, you take the chance and run towards Mordo, using your momentum you slam him to the wall and knock your head to his, effectively breaking his nose.
You hiss at the pain starting to form on your forehead. A swing from your opponent's sword nearly cuts your face off but you were quick to back away and block the other slash of Mordo's sword with your cuffs, copying Dr. Strange's previous moves just a few moments ago, successfully breaking you free from your restraints.
Mordo realizes this and he looks up at you wide eyed,
"Checkmate, bitch."
~🌕~
Running down the halls of this blandly painted place as you try to find your way back to America, you hear Stephen call out to you.
"What!?" You breathlessly questioned the sorcerer who's catching up behind you.
"Shouldn't you be finding your–well other you's–spouse..?" He stops your running as he holds your elbow.
The same draft that disturbed the sidewalk awhile ago permeates the empty hallway.
"I don't need to. I was only trying to find you a way out before I go." You said softly to the baritoned man.
"Go. Find America. I'll catch up to you– Don't worry about me." You cut off his unsaid concerned question.
"I'm in safe hands." You smiled up at Stephen and tapped the back of his hand that held you, "I'll be there before you know it."
He nods and gives a last scan around the hallway and you, before sprinting to find the teen.
The wind, seeming to be stronger now than before, pushes you to the hallway opposite to where Strange ran into. Abiding to its request you scurry down the hallway. You were suddenly pushed behind a pillar, expecting impact, you yelped and covered your face with both of your arms.
But the pain didn't come.
Instead, you were met with a soft embrace.
Startled at the stranger's boldness, you tried to push them away from you but a familiar, yet raspy, voice made you freeze.
"Hey, it's okay baby. It's okay, it's me, it's us."
You look up and see the face of your human lovers, only that.. it wasn't them. They looked… malnourished.. Familiar dark eyes who looked like they haven't had a moment to have a small nap glances back to you, his stubble now grown into a full beard peppered with white hairs as well as his curls, now long and is hastily pulled into a half ponytail. He's wearing a greyish white long sleeve and pants, right..they escaped from prison at your arrival.
"You.. you do know I'm not–"
"Yes, love, we know but–" Steven's soft and tearful gaze holds yours, his hands clambers up to your face as he took a sharp breath in, "–we," He swallows "–we couldn't waste the chance to see you again, darling–" His croaky voice is cut off by a sob and pulls you to a crushing hug.
You let him hug you like there's no tomorrow, wrapping your arms around his neck, you turn your head and plant a longing kiss on his temple.
The action made the man's knees give out, a heart-wrenching sob loud on your ears as you let him pull you down with him.
Curses and prayers in Spanish break the atmosphere, you let out a wet chuckle, missing your own moon boys as you hold their other version in your arms.
"Nuestro querido hechicero, te echamos mucho de menos." The Latino's trembling voice and vice grip on your robes had you in tears–again–now too.
You sniffle, you look around the room and notice that you all are in some kind of an abandoned chamber of the building. You didn't examine much more of it as you closed your eyes, letting you and them have their moment.
Another rush of wind blows your form, you open your eyes to see Khonshu, standing behind his avatar in his godly gauzed glory.
"Khon.."
"Beloved.."
The god falls to his knees and he places his hand on the side of your face.
"Why are you here? Did our other version fail to do their job? To protect you from all harm?"
The god growled as he asked, you can hear the wrappings on his other hand grow taut and splinter as he grips his staff tightly. The man gingerly pulls you away from him but keeps his hands on your sides, letting the rough hand of the god slide away from your face.
You chuckle, lacking any mirth, as you look between the two, "More like I succeeded in being an asshole." You scrunch your nose as you sniffle, rubbing it with the knuckle of your forefinger and glance down to your lap.
"I… may or may not have removed a spell–spells–that helps them to communicate with me properly. I uh.. removed it at the last second so that they'd be… stupefied of the situation.. and give me time to… leave them.."
You quietly explained to them, holding your gaze down on your fingers as you played with it, rubbing and squeezing each phalange to distract yourself from your current predicament.
His hands left your side as he places it on top of yours, stopping you, and engulfs it with his large, calloused ones.
"You've always liked to put yourself in front of danger, sweetheart."
Marc croakily comments, you can hear his smile through his worn out voice. You laugh a little, remembering your Marc's same use of phrase when you came home with cuts and bruises.
"Which sadly led us to this predicament.." Khonshu adds with a mournful sigh, moving to your side and also places his inhumanly large hands below yours, cupping it and squeezing gingerly.
That made you look up, Marc meets your thoughtful yet confused gaze.
"What do you mean?" You inquire, tilting your head slightly to the side in curiosity.
This salt and pepper look that time has given them, is making things inside you do flips but obviously now's not the time to ogle.
"You save me–us–from that blast, darling."
Oh….oh
We were supposed to be the target, and.. well.. I think you know the rest…"
Steven casts his puffy eyes down, possibly reminiscing the moment you–their you–died.
You reach out to his face, his beard tickling your palms as you thumb his cheekbones. "Hey–" Your sentence halts at the shaking of the building.
Snapping you back to what you're supposed to be doing, you glance back and forth between them as you swallow.
Marc– wait, that gaze–Jake nods and Khonshu releases your hand. They stand up from their position, "You must go now, beloved. I may have been able to stop time for a minute, any longer could have caused an incursion."
He did what– Incusrs–oh shit.
"Okay, amazing–the stopping time thing I mean–" you grunt as you let them pull you up from the floor, "–uncool to the incursion part." You sniffle again as you dust your knees off.
You hear the Latino's distinct chortle making you smirk, your bad humor never fails to make them laugh, even in a different universe, good to know. You smile at that. Another shake disturbs the moment.
You groan internally.
You look around the room as you try to find the exit, but Jake beats you to it. He grasps your hand, his black and white tactical suit–the very same your own Jake uses–engulfs his form as he pulls you and runs to the wall across the room.
You close your eyes bracing for impact, "You don't trust us, ¿mí amor?" Jake's modulated teasing coaxes you to open them and see that you are now on an entirely different side of the building, possibly its underside as it looks like you're in a tunnel.
"You can teleport?!"
"Why, can't your Moon Knight not?" The tactical gear shifts into a three-piece suit, the muffled posh accent asks, curiosity shining through his moonlit eyes.
"No!"
You hear him laugh as he pulls you, again, to run down the leaking tunnel. You hear multiple footsteps behind you, looking over your shoulder you see familiar faces.
"Wait– Steven!" You call out to the avatar and stopped in your tracks, "America!! Stephen!! Christine!!" You greeted them with a wide smile, relieved to find them alive. They greeted you back but in a horrified and hurried manner.
"Don't stop running! She's tailing right behind them!!"
True to Khonshu's words, you see the Scarlet Witch limping just behind them. You hear the familiar sound of clothes shifting before you are once again pulled to run, this time by Marc.
The trio catches up to you. You were about to cast a spell but you were hurled to Moon Knight's shoulder, a squeak leaves past your mouth at the sudden move. "Marc!!" You say as you lightly hit his caped back.
"Sorry sweetheart, can't risk it!!" He says as he runs past the trio.
"I hate you–" "No, you don't." "Yeah, no, I don't."
"I'm sorry to break your guys' moment but who is this?!" Christine asks between breaths while running beside Stephen–the sorcerer–behind Marc.
"The Moon Knight!!" America answers her before you could, excitedly if you may add.
"You've got yourself a multiversal fan, Marc."
"I'll sign their shirt later."
As Christine closes the last barrier, you all catch your breath. Marc finally puts you down, his mask unfurling from his face to show his worried gaze. He cups your cheek in both hands, you lay your on top of his.
A silent agreement was made.
"Please, be careful out there." You whisper as you lean to his weary hand.
"We will."
"Keep this look, I love it on you." You smirk and kiss their palm, noting that the other two are co-fronting as their suits are clashing together, making a beautiful mix of ceremonial, tactical, and prim and proper.
"Noted." They cheekily replied, Jake's signature smirk morphing with Marc's low voice and Steven's shy eyes.
You look over to the moon god, huffing you sprint to his form and hug his torso, missing your moon god. You feel him return the hug, and a warm surge of magic flows through you.
You escape his embrace as you look up to him with wide eyes.
"A small blessing to protect you from that witch's magic."
You gaped at him, your god wasn't able to do so because you didn't give him a chance. You hug him again, mumbling thank you's to his stomach.
"You know we could use that blessing as well." Stephen chides, you chuckle at your friend's comment.
"I'm afraid only those who worship me can receive my blessing, Stephen Strange."
The Egyptian god lets you go. You hear the sorcerer scoff in disbelief at the god's response.
You glance back and forth between your Moon Knight and his god.
"Go. Now, please."
They nodded and disappeared from your very eyes. You gulp and face the closed off end of the tunnel. Waiting for the inevitable.
But a white-suited fella with glowing eyes materializes in front of you and steals a kiss on your cheek with a hurried, "Goodbye love! Our autograph will have to be moved on a later date," and disappears once again.
Gods you don't deserve these men.
Your fawning over for your lovers is cut short as a shrill voice echoes across the tunnel.
Since when did this became a fucking horror movie?!
~🌖~
You landed gracefully on your feet as you hopped off from the door after Christine, standing back up, your eyes wandered around the interior of the place.
"This is the gap junction, the place between universes."
You hum at the red head's words, distracted at the colorful space and floating rubbles, before you lock your gaze at the shining blue book.
"The book of Vishanti." You mumble in adoration.
You approach the stand as Stephen walks up the stairs. You hold your breath as he grasps it in his hand, expecting a trap to drop itself on your party.
As Stephen dislodges the book from its holder, and no traps emerging, you sigh in relief, chuckling as you glance back to the teen and Christine, victory seems to be on your side now.
Something caught your eye behind the teen but you brushed it off.
Once your brain caught up to what you saw you did a double take, yet it was too late.
"AMERICA–"
You really shouldn't have jinxed it.
America shrieks as she grasps her hair, being pulled back by the Scarlet Witch.
You jump in front of Christine as you shoot a fiery beam at the rogue magic wielder, Stephen doing the same.
You see her struggle from both of you's attacks. Good.
But she pushed through. Damnit.
You grunt as you feel yourself being physically pushed back by the intensity of the clash between eldritch and chaos magic.
The red chaos magic pulses and pulses until it reaches you, breaking yours and Stephen's spell and flinging you both, You groan as your back hits the floor.
A sizzle of something burning made you snap your head up to its source.
The book of Vishanti.. it's.. gone.. Eaten by the red fiery flames.
Your only hope in defeating the Scarlet Witch. Gone. Reduced to ashes.
You look up at Strange as you sit up, despair in both your eyes as it meets. A gasp tears from your throat as you feel something burning wrap itself around your form, red mist lifting you up from the ground, alongside Christine and Stephen.
A guttural growl vibrates low on your throat as you try to escape her grasp, even if you knew it was futile.
But, you fell on your butt as you wiggled out of the witch's grasp. You flinched at the contact but quickly recovered as you stood up.
Panting, you look at her and your arms in shock. Shimmering white lines appeared in places where the chaos magic touched you.
Khonshu's Blessing!
You prayed to your god as you thanked him before blasting Maximoff off America.
Your face twisting to something sinister, she was able to block your attack but it distracted her enough to drop your colleague and friends. Summoning a whip on your other hand, you flick it and let it wrap around America's form and tug her to you.
"It's okay kid! I got you!"
The witch is faster though. She was able to have her hold again on the teen and it has now become a human tug of war.
The former Sorcerer Supreme casts a stronger spell.
It was her turn to be pushed back by the forces of your magic.
Yours and Stephen's eldritch magic now winning against her chaos magic. Your yellow beams become brighter as you walk forward, summoning more ropes in on your other hand to grasp America and pull her to you. The red mist becomes shorter as it fights against yours, and weaker around America's form as you tug her to safety.
You hear Wanda scream on top of her lungs and her chaos magic explodes and wrecks the place. Pushing you off your balance and effectively severs your focus as you're hurled back to a pillar.
Your head hits the concrete slab, black covers your vision.
~🌗~
Cold. Very fucking cold is the first thing that you noticed as you came back to consciousness.
You woke up with a gasp. A pulsing pain on your skull made you moan silently in pain.
The cold hard thing on your face slowly registers in your brain that you are laying face down and front on the ground.
Blinking and shaking your head, you take your time in pushing yourself up from the freezing concrete, you hope Khonshu's blessing has protected your brain from concussion.
"Dreamwalking, you hypocrite!!"
You took a sharp intake of breath through your clenched teeth in hearing Maximoff's voice. Right, shit. You've thought it has ended when you passed out.
Grunting, you stumble up to your feet and face the ongoing fight. Scarlet Witch fighting… who or what the hell is that?!
Nevermind that, if that…thing is fighting against her then it or they might be on your side.
You see America being held up by the chaos magic on top of a slab– "America!!"
Making various hand signs, you cast a spell to break her free from its grasp. Magical circular runes appear before you, you pull your arm back and watch as the orange sparkling circles separate in bands and the red mist disperse from the teen's wrists and ankles.
You twist your wrists and push your hands to the front, softening her landing on the slab as it becomes foam in nature momentarily by your spell.
Dropping your stance, you run to her side and place your hand on her forehead, scanning her form up and down you ask worriedly, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Please tell me you're okay–"
"I'm fine." America pants as she looks down on the slab–now very soft and squishy to touch–as you pull her up and off it.
The sharp wailing from the ongoing fight in front of the–you just noticed–Darkhold Castle made both of your heads turn.
What looks to be dementors circle themselves around Maximoff. Wong standing on the front edge of the place–since when did he get here?– and a zombie looking sorcerer holding her hand out to where the Scarlet Witch is struggling in keeping the dementor things away from her.
You swear you've seen that zombie somewhere.
You two watch as the zombie ally uses the dementors as a cage and brings them over to Wong. He casts a spell to keep them locked in, he's struggling to keep it there.
"Stay here." You ordered the teen and squeezed her bicep lightly before running to assist Wong.
You do the same hand gestures Wong used and strengthened the magic capsule.
"Nice of you to join the party."
Comments Wong with a grunt, you chuckle tightly as you try to keep your hand steady.
"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world–"
The witch is still able to reach her arm out of the magical cage you and Wong have put her in.
Wong notices this and yells to the zombie ally "She's still breaking free!!"
"Hold her!!" Yelled the zombie back.
"Strange!!"
The zombie is.. Strange?? Well that explains why he looks oddly fucking familiar–
"Take America's power–"
"No!" You intervene, looking back and forth between the Asian man and the corpse in aggravation. "There must be an–"
The spell you and Wong are using is breaking–
"There's no other way!!" The sorcerer supreme pants, despair painted all over his face as he glances at you then back to Stephen.
You hiss as your muscles strains in keeping the spell up.
"No. This is the only way." You hear Stephen rasp.
The witch breaks free and her force once again flings you across the room, this time you were ready to use a spell to stop yourself from hitting the wall and lunged yourself back to her.
Not expecting the attack, she wasn't able to counter and you were able to tackle her to the ground.
She groans as her back hits the ground, you roll to the side and prepare to cast another spell.
Before you could, she hits you with her red mist square on the torso and pushed you back to the stairs. Whatever spell she used didn't affect you, you could see the confusion in her eyes as she looked down on her glowing hands then back to you.
"Thank you Khonshu–"
She flings another spell, what you thought towards you and so you raised your forearm and formed a shield, but hearing a hoarse pained yelp beside you, you were wrong.
You drop your shield and see your zombie friend's arm being toasted to ash.
As you are about to use your magic on Maximoff, America beats you to it as her fist meets the other female's face, punching her square on the jaw.
Blue tinted magic erupted from that punch and multiple star-shaped portals formed behind the witch.
"YES!! AMERICA FUCKING KICK HER ASS!!"
You couldn't help but cheer for the teen. You hear a gritty chuckle behind you, you look over to your half-fried zombie friend.
"I have a lot of questions.."
"Save them for later." He replies as he tries to sit up. You walk over to his side and help him with that.
"Might forget it." You whine, pulling him up to the stairs.
"Then don't forget it."
"Even in death you're still sassy as fuck." You grumble as you scrunch your nose. "You smell!" You lightly push his rotting arm with your palm.
"I don't exactly think dead people have hygiene." He rolled his misty sunken eyes and turned his attention back to the fight.
He sees the teen about to approach the raging witch, "Don't!"
The teen stops and turns to him and you.
"Not yet."
America nods, she looks up at you and you give her a small unsure yet reassuring smile.
You watch as Wanda drops to her knees, as her other version approaches her and gingerly cups her face. Her other version says something to her that you couldn't hear.
America pushes the portal away from the Scarlet Witch and closes it. Leaving her kneeling on the snow-covered ground.
She suddenly rose from her feet and brought herself on the slab.
The castle, unstable from the fight, shakes violently. You stable yourself on the hexagonal–back to its original hardened state–slab.
America runs to you and Stephen, "What now?" She asks, panting as she looks between you and the animated corpse beside you.
"Get out of here." Stephen rasps out an order, "All three of you–"
"What about you?!" You ask, clueless of Stephen's predicament.
"We'll find him, don't worry. Come on!" The teen takes your hand and brings you to the front, you look back to Stephen then to Wanda.
"Hey." You called out to the girl in maroon, feeling as if you had to have something to say to her even though you have nothing in mind.
The teen stops in her tracks, Wanda looks at you with glossy eyes, you rack your brain whatever you wanted to say to her and settle on, "Do the right thing, please."
She casts her eyes down and nods. America tugs you again and you two cross the blue portal, Wong already waiting for you on the other side.
The last thing you saw was Wanda raising her glowing hands before the portal closed.
Exhaling deeply you turn to the teen and the sorcerer supreme beside you.
America latches her arms around your neck, making you stumble back a few steps from the sudden hug attack. You chuckle and return the embrace, rocking her side to side.
"Thank you."
"I didn't even do much, kid." You tell her as she pulls herself off, "Stephen is the one that you should thank." You give her a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"You still saved me and it means a lot to me."
She gratefully grins at you, eyes shimmering in childish joy before hugging you again.
You bite your lip as you try not to cry, this kid is so sweet.
You glance at Wong, he only watches you both with a tired smile on his face. You wanted to offer your hand and bring him in for a group hug but the man isn't exactly a hugger.
You look around the place, you're back in Kamar-taj. The temple is crumbling and surrounded by its debris.
"Well this needs one hell of a repair."
Your comment earns a groan and small giggle.
~🌘~
After taking Stephen back to your universe–only then you knew that he was dreamwalking–repair work and burying the brave sorcerers took place. You helped around a bit while anxiously thinking of your boys back in London.
Possibly sensing your anxiety, the former sorcerer supreme approaches you after you move a debris out of the way.
"Here." He takes your wrist and places a sling ring on your open palm.
"Wha–" You look up to him in confusion. It's good to see his not rotting face.
"Go home. We'll take it from here." Stephen smiles down at you and pats your bicep. He was about to walk away but you stopped him with a hug, expressing your gratitude through actions. Unlike the current sorcerer supreme, this man might act like he is not a hugger when in reality it's obviously the exact opposite.
"Okay, no need for that." He groans above you, you only chuckle, you feel him return the hug eventually and you grin widely.
"You're a softie, admit it."
"Shut up and just go." He gently pries you off him, you let him push you away, unwrapping your arms from his torso.
"Good to see you alive and fresh, Stephen."
"Don't make me take back the sling ring."
~🌑~
Taking a deep breath you open a portal right outside the door of the boys' flat. You nibble your lower lip. You feel your heart hammer inside your chest, the portal closing behind you after you enter it.
"okay, okay, okay–" You whisper, bracing yourself as you raise your fist, ready to rap on the door but it swung open before your knuckle met the wood.
You lock eyes with red, puffy ones. Seeing their glossy eyes, you remember the Earth-838's moon knight system and their pain.
You gulp, unsure of who's fronting at the moment you greet them with a soft and timid, "Hey.." as you drop your hand beside you and pinch the skin of your middle finger with the nail of your thumb.
"I'm so–" You were pulled inside the room before you could continue and arms wrapped around you. Tears gather in your eyes as the feeling of safety and home hits your senses. Sniffling you wrap your own around his and grip the fabric of his blue sweater tightly, burying your face on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." You croak out to his shirt, inhaling through your mouth, you sob and repeat the phrase over and over again. You hate seeing them hurt and being the one who inflicted it, but you had a job to do. One that would not only save the world but most importantly them.
"I had to–" "We know sweetheart, we know, we're sorry too."
Gasping for air, you feel yourself being pulled down by gravity, your knees having given out on you as the fatigue from running, casting spells, running again and crying crashes on you like a boulder was dropped on you. He lets you bring them down with you on the floor.
"Dearest," Khonshu calls your name, soft and hurt. You look up from your human boyfriend's shoulder and see your godly sitting on his calves, trying to grasp your hand.
As it phased through, you pull yourself away slightly from the moon knight system's embrace and cast the spells you had used earlier.
Marc's fellow alters materialize in the room with you and Khonshu can once again interact with the mortal plane.
You were immediately tackled with hugs, both human and god,
"Please, don't do that again." Steven mutters on your neck.
"I won't, I promise I won't." In a trembling whisper, you swore with your life.
"God–why do you like to put yourself in front of danger." Marc grumbles on your chest. You chuckle, remembering the many times he had said the same thing, as well as 838Marc.
"I myself have no clue, Spector." The bird god murmurs above as he places his beak on top of your head.
"I don't think he's talking to you, bird." Steven deadpans as he nuzzles on your neck.
Jake chuckles, his mustache tickling the other side of your neck as he had made himself home there, and remarks, "I don't think our hombre will ever realize that."
The rest of you laugh aside from the god above you as he grumbles cusses in an ancient language.
~🌙~
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Hey! I was woundering if you could do a headcannon/oneshot, which you want, about otis driftwood with an S/O who dresses really Alt, has chains and accessories and such.
AND, just wait, they're smaller than him, and they have a huge size kink for it
I'm so sorry that this is so specific, you can only do bits and pieces of this if you want
hello! for now ill do hcs, but if you like this feel free to ask for more :) i love otis sm it's unbelievable & this is cute!! also otis is around 6'' ft, im about 5'7/8 so im more then happy to indulge in the size kink one, i think its great!!
they are separated from sfw to nsfw just for reference🙌
requests are open, masterlist is up!
Otis Driftwood x Gn Reader Hcs!
Warnings: NSFW, Language, Mentions of Murder
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Headcanons
this dude is all about nonconformity, so when he sees how you dress, ( esp the chains ) hes going to love it
of course he may tease you but hes seriously intrigued, admires your way of art
"You got some spunk to ya honey, dont you?"
he will pull on the chains whenever he feels like it; youre laying in bed with him? he'll pull you closer to him, he needs your attention? hand is already on the chain, itching to give it a yank
hes going to compare his clothes to yours, talking about the 'lack of color' you have to your type
if he does find something he likes, maybe a sweatshirt for a cold night, hes going to take it, your clothes are practically shared a lot
his art pieces will entail you in some shape or form, whether it be a cold rainy night or a wooded forest, he likes the abstract ideas of you
he can tell when youre around from a mile away, he loves how all your accessories make noise because he wants to keep track of you
you are going to have baby in your room so much, she loves the fact that somebody in her family finally has a style, she will dress you and otis up together because she thinks you two are adorable
otis will suck it up as long as youre happy, maybe a few light complaints here and there ( for the moment, after the moment hes gonna curse and mutter under his breath )
"Eh, what the fuck is that and where are ya puttin it?"
he admires you like youre his prize, so if any victims are over ( and youre up to it ), you are the assistant for him, guiding the victims inside & sticking by otis, they are sure to know that youre with him if he has any say to it
hes gonna take your rings, it is inevitable, and he will not tel you unless you notice
"Where ya headed, a funeral?"
since you live with the fireflies its technically a yes, death sticks like mud everywhere
the fireflies do love you, nobody has anything bad to say besides grandpa, but otis will talk sense into him
"The fuck are those clothes? You look like dea-"
"Shut your trap old man."
otis would defend you from anybody
god he just adores you and your style, he thinks youre the shit
Size Kink/Nsfw Headcanons
where do i start omg
he loves the size differences, and he will fully take advantage of it, being able to haul you around of control you is his thing, he loves seeing you dominated by him!
the fact that he can move you into any position he wants makes him hard before anything happens
look, if you wear anything thats tight to your neck, whether it be necklaces, collars, anything, he goes crazy for it, he may make you something to wear around your neck that's from him because he likes the intimacy included with it, he really loves being able to take control of you with a single finger
hes going to use the chains as a collar, pulling you into him closer while he fucks you
chains, necklaces, anything will stay on during sex, he loves it and loves seeing you panting for him
definitely likes how he can hold you down with one hand and have an extra freehand to roam around your body, theres always a bit of power play mixed in with your sizekink when you two do it
he may tie you down, seeing your squirming body at the hands of his obviously stronger & larger self makes him hungrier for you
loves to leave marks on you with a hand around your neck
seeing you choke on his dick, or comparing the size of it to your face is another turn on,,
WILL pull you onto his lap at any moment because he can; does not matter where you are, its the fact that with one arm he pulls your body into his in a possessive manner
he will get a hard on when he does this, and he will tease you with it
likes to hold your body close to him with both hands on your waist, he will take control of you if youre riding him by lifting you up and moving you on him faster
adores the heigh difference, he thinks its cute how small you are compared to his 6'' ass and hes going to pull and push you around during intimacy
no matter what he loves looking down on you sucking his dick, and if its possible have you standing just to emphasize the dynamics here
love bites and hickeys in obvious & noticeable places
THIGH RIDING
him making you ride his thigh as a punishment to see your gorgeous face whining for him
is very open to trying whatever kinks you have in mind, he has not an ounce of shame
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if youd like me to write the one shot, or have otis/slasher requests id be happy to write for them :)
requests r open, masterlist is up!!
#otis driftwood x reader#otis driftwood#house of 1000 corpses#otis driftwood x you#slasher x you#slasher#slasher x reader#x slasher#otis is so fine#the loml#bark bark#hes my bf fr
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Frowny, Frowny! What are these weird bugs that came in my building en masse and DIED?!
There were literally so many! This was just one part of one corner!
(submission from @itsmerandi)
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OK THESE ARE MY LITERAL LEAST FAVORITE ARTHROPOD ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND I WILL TELL! YOU! WHY!
These are called ~european chafer beetles.~ emphasis on the ~european~. They're a VERY invasive species, and look like smaller versions of a native and not NEARLY as annoying species, the may/june beetle.
european chafer beetles emerge from underground every year in late june/early july IN MASSIVE NUMBERS. like, they're only slightly less numerous than the 17 year cicadas. (ok thats probably a BIT of an exaggeration, but not by much.) They're strictly nocturnal, and are usually well hidden all day, and then come out at night where they gather in large numbers around light sources. they're also TERRIBLE fliers and will just fuckin bump and bang and crash into everything everywhere.
Now lemme tell you why i hate these pieces of shit. i HATE THEM and imma TELL YOU WHYYYYYYYYY oh my GOD!!!
Imagine: I'm like 7 years old. Cute as a button. Frolicking around a Marshalls while my mommy shops. I'm wearing my favorite lil red pants that are Way Too Tight because i've outgrown them but they're my favorites so i crammed myself into them anyway.
As i'm frolicking, carefree and Not At All Traumatized, I feel something itchy against the back of my right knee. Something's stuck in my pant leg! I'm like, oh, it's probably a twig, or a crumb, or something completely non-disturbing. right? RIGHT?
So i'm trying to get this itchy thing out of my pants and i literally just shove my whole arm down the back of my pants lmaooo and i'm walking around looking like a fucking doofus. i spent like 5 minutes trying to cram my hand down far enough to reach whatever was in my pants.
Eventually, I could feel it fall down and out my pant leg! So i'm like, oh yay! lemme see what it was!
AND IT WAS A FUCKING EUROPEAN CHAFER BEETLE, RANDI!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE WAS A FUCKING DEAD BEETLE SQUISHED AGAINST MY LEG IN MY FAVORITE FUCKING RED PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
randi. i. fucking. SCREAMED!!!!! and BURST into tears! and my mom is all, wtf!!!! and i'm pointing at this fucking beetle on the floor like "IT WAS IN MY PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS" and i cried and cried and cried oh my god i was SOOOOO DISTURBED!!!!
but oh, oh wouldnt it be SO NICE if the story ended there???
WELL IT DOESN'T. IT DOESN'T END THERE, RANDI!!!! IT DOESN'T! END! THERE!
Because ya know what? YA KNOW WHAT???
every. single. summer. for the next TEN YEARS!!!!!! at least ONE european chafer beetle would somehow find its way inside my clothes while i was wearing them! and i had the EXACT SAME reaction every single time! Scream and immediately burst into tears!!!!
the other two Worst Incidents i can clearly remember happened in the summers between 10th and 11th grades.
10th grade: My fam is out fishing on my dead uncles boat! we finish up the fishing trip, dock the boat at the marina, and then my mom and i went to go wait in the lil indoor area while my dad and brother cleaned the fish. the indoor area is a nice comfy lil place with couches and a pretty fish tank annnd im pretty sure i was spinning around in circles and enjoying the wide open space lmao im just being an overgrown kid, spinning around having a grand ol time. I decided to take off my lil jacket and swing it around while i was spinning because idk it just seemed like a goddamn fun thing to do!
RANDI!!!! as i took hold of the edge of my jacket to take it off, i felt my thumb touch something round and smooth and i just knew. i KNEW!!!! i KNEW what it was before i even saw it! and i SCREAMED and started crying and i flung my whole jacket off and threw it across the room and my mom is all WTF HAPPENED??? and i tell her it was a beetle! and she's like, no it wasn't! there's no beetle! and im like YES THERE IS!!! and sure efuckingnough, my mom goes over to examine my jacket and theres a FUCKING BEETLE INSIDE IT!!!! :( :( :(
the 11th (or maybe 12th? idk) grade incident happened on 4th of July when i went with ebone to the lil firework celebration in her neighborhood! by this time, i was WELL AWARE of the beetle threat, and i was hypervigilant and paranoid all night because i was wearing a cute lil strapless sundress and there were just SOOOO MANY WAYS a beetle could get inside it if it wanted to! so i was constantly like, hugging my arms real close to my chest to try to block any beetles from getting in, and/or i would sorta grab the bottom of my dress to sorta hold it tight against my legs so there was no room for any fuckin intruders.
then somehow????????? we wound up walking back to her place in nearly pitch black darkness through a forest???? i dont remember how or why that happened lmfao but the only light was a dim lil rinky dink cell phone light a la 2009 motorola razor lmaoooo and the whole time im like please god PLEASE GOD do NOT LET ME RUN INTO ANY BEETLES!!!!
and i was sooooo sure i'd escaped, randi. i was SO POSITIVE that i made it unscathed!
fast forward to after my mamma picks me up and im back at home. i gotta pee so i go to the bathroom. hike up my dress.
and feel against my fingers the grotesquely smooth and disturbingly flexible elytra of my most soulless and hideous enemy, the monstrosity that is the European Chafer Beetle. 😡Cue the screaming and crying.
TO THIS VERY DAY, as soon as i see one of those lil pieces of shit when im outside at night, i take my ass in the house RIGHT QUICK. i hate them. I HATE THEM OH MY GODDDDDDD! theyre not even supposed to BEEEEEE HEEERRREEEEE!!!!!!! WHYYYY DID THEY TERRORIZE ME SO!!!! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO THEM! I'M A BUG LOVER! I LOVE BUGS! I DIDN'T DESERVE THEIR WRATH!!!!
but yeah, they're called european chafer beetles lmao.
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have you seen SEVDA TAŞDEMIR walking around recently ?? you know, the TWENTY - SEVEN year old WORKER ?? i have a question i wanted to ask but i haven't seen SEV around. have you noticed they tend to be SENTIMENTAL and TEMPESTUOUS ?? but i guess they make up for it by being ADEPT and BENEVOLENT. i've heard they're often found EXPERIMENTING WITH BOTANICS & MINERALS TO CREATE NATURAL FABRIC DYES. anyways, if you see them let them know to come find me.
◜ &｡ 𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁 .
full name: sevda taşdemir
nickname(s): sev, sevy
age: twenty - seven
gender & pronouns: cisfemale & she/her
orientation: bisexual biromantic
birthdate: february 28th
birthplace: jericho, wy, usa
father: unknown
mother: zeynep taşdemir ( shop owner ... maybe someone can help me w a name i’m uncreative )
siblings: an older sibling ( wc )
martial status: single
affiliation: jericho
position: worker — seamstress / furrier of a workwear & outdoor apparel shop
↳ her mother owns an apparel shop specializing in the more heavy - duty layers ( i.e. jackets, snow pants, anything necessary for insulating, sweaters, boots, accessories )
↳ uses the warmest fabrics and furs, possibly may own their own sheep for wool unless farmers do ?
↳ also thx to sevda and zeynep’s creativity, they also upcycling and utilizing clothing dating 40+ years ago that scouts may find and bring back to jericho, such as repairing sturdy work - wear clothing littered with holes and broken zippers. find sev all the carhartt, levi’s, patagonia, etc. items !! sev is basically those ppl u see on tiktok that are thrifting gods
( + ): adept, benevolent, creative, empathic, introspective, shrewd
( - ): indecisive, scatterbrained, sentimental, tempestuous, timid
alignment: lawful good
◜ &｡ 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 .
twenty - seven years ago … seven months pregnant, bundled up in a hand - sewn snow suit and patchwork parka, and carrying her first child underneath her parka on her back, zeynep taşdemir stumbled upon the front gates of jericho. it was a discovered oasis after traversing through the frozen tundra, word of mouth of a flourishing city near a coal mine led the widow to the destination
zeynep proved her worth for the community by providing quality outerwear that was so desperately in need from the scouts & hunters spending days in the wilderness, security guards patrolling during frigid nights, to even your everyday citizens needing repairs or improved insulation on their jackets or a warm sweater to wear. eventually she was able to open up her own shop within the marketplace and employ other jericho seamstresses / tailors / leather workers / etc.
three months later, sevda was born within the walls of jericho. her mother wasted no time to start teaching sevda everything that she knows as a seamstress and help her out within the marketplace. she was the errand - runner, staying up until dawn to hand - stitch items, delivering items across the city to customers … u know what she is like kiki from kiki’s delivery service minus her being a trainee witch JSLKDJS
or honestly little sevda could very well had been in that japanese reality show old enough! where moms send out their toddlers to run errands and they kind of have meltdowns, but still get it done. but it was the lessons sevda learned along the way to learn how to accomplish things by herself and interact with people
sevda tries to busy herself with her endless creativity and escapism. experimenting with plants and minerals to dye clothing, pulling all - nighters deep in any romance book she can find, sketching ideas for clothing items, also pulling all - nighters knitting sweaters, rugs, etc. with intricate patterns … im telling u sevda loves knitting
in the present day, sevda has taken most of the responsibility of the shop. even if her mother doesn’t want to relax … she is still doing her magic handiwork while sevda does everything else
sevda has desires to see the outside world. to live a little !! to not be working all the time !! even if everyone tells her it is basically a desolate, wintery and dangerous landscape. but nature is so beautiful ! with all of the furs she handles, the only time she really has seen some of the species alive ( that aren’t domesticated ) is only through images in field guide texts or when she was in school. never even has seen an iceberg or anyone affected by the virus ( but does she really want to ? not really )
◜ &｡ 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 .
tba
#frostborn.intro#hm .... turns out she is not traumatized Yet ...#that means she will need to be now :-)
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Goodness gracious... Following trans folks means unfortunately coming across terf shit that they're debunking/arguing over and like. I knew terf shit was bad but oh my god it's so bad. I scrolled a terf blog for like an hour in like a recon type way and it just kept getting worse. There was nothing redeeming about it. I am so mind boggled at the hate needed to have these beliefs. And like! Im a cis woman! I know that misogyny sucks! I know what it's like to have a man think so little of you and be bold enough to joke about it to your face! But punching down is not the answer. Hating the same ppl as the men who hurt you hate is not the progressive helpful thing to do here! It is not brave or new or interesting. It's just hate.
Idk, bc I'm cis, there are ALWAYS going to be things I can't relate to or understand about the trans experience. But holy shit. You don't have to understand someone to love them, to believe they deserve compassion and rights and to fucking exist. I take trans folks at face value what they say they are and I move on with my life!!!
Personally, I don't like to shave and I hate wearing makeup and I can't wear heels - the small taste of bullshit I get for these simple things... Like, that's so so so much less than trans folks have to face and it already sucks. I try to put myself in their shoes and come away from it awed at the bravery it takes to be yourself when the world tells you not to be.
And here terfs go simplifying it down to what's in your pants. As if it's EVER been simple. Or binary. As if the vast spectrum of human expression ever fit in a box in the first place. We are all just people trying to figure out who we are, what makes our hearts feel right, what makes our bones feel like it's okay to settle...
I dunno, fuck terfs and their broken rhetoric. It is the opposite of the compassion we are supposed to have for our fellow humans.
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i have to complain about this here because it makes me so genuinely angry.
I got dress coded at school today. What was i wearing you might ask? A pair of black sweat pants, a black cropped tanktop, and a long sleeved button up over my shirt, it wasnt buttoned so you could see my stomach yeah but it wasnt a lot.
I have worn the same outfit, similar outfits, and even more revealing outfits (such as a cropped spaghetti strapped tanktop with no shirt over my arms, and jeans with huge rips in them that go so far up that you can see my boxers. or tiny little shorts that dont even reach the middle of my thighs.). And i've been wearing these outfits since August. Not once have i gotten dress coded. So like?? why today? AND WHY WAS IT THREE ADULTS GANGING UP ON ME TELLING ME I WAS DRESSED INAPPROPRIATELY AND THAT I NEED TO PUT ON MORE CLOTHES AND BUTTON UP MY SHIRT???
As a fem presenting, pre-op, afab being, i find it severely weird that two of the three people were grown ass men. and these grown men were telling me to cover up.......even though i wasnt even wearing anything bad. you couldnt see my tits, or my shoulders, all you could see was a tiny bit of my stomach. heaven fucking forbid my belly button show because oh my god thats the sexiest part of a body...a belly button.
Im just so needlessly upset about it. And im so MAD that men are allowed to dresscode afab people. i think its so gross. why does a man get to decide if im dressed badly? Why does anyone care? im not fucking hurting anyone. if someone thinks my belly button is a turn on and they're oggling it the whole class period and are distracted, thats not my problem, thats theirs. Freak.
Dress codes are fucking so gross. Grown ass adults shouldnt be telling me im dressed like a whore. Get. over. yourself.
YOURE A GROWN ADULT IM A MINOR. I AM A CHILD. FREAK.
#sorry just had to yell about it again#i think its so weird#and im so annoyed#teehee sorry#just my silly thoughts
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anyway before I put together smth to eat what did I dream about..?
part of my dream was a dream about sleeping. except I was in my room at mom's house at around 7pm when the sun was just about freshly down but not dark yet everything was blue there was the neighbors kid maybe 5-7 years hanging out doing SOMETHING in the corner? some kind of computer game he wanted to show me...? idk. i was trying to sleep. until he told his mom that I was sleeping instead ot watching him & I was like well I can't look bad to the parents I guess so I got up I don't remember what he was playing. I think it was a turn based game for kids mouse controlled only. who knows.
then later, something about going upstairs from my room to a spaceship? or maybe I went downstairs.maybe it was just like a higher tech lab, but not high tech in an everything is white way but more how you'd see a kids lab from like an older movie. like spy kids maybe. idk lots of round flared designs, Windows that bulged out aand were like thick green or orange or purple. kind of like a kids playground at mcdonalds or something. I miss those they just don't let you do those anymore in your 20s.... anyway. indony remember much of the lab. some omega striker characters were there. I remember estelles new skin + atlas + Luna, & I think atlas got gravely injured stabbed or shot in the lung maybe body blocking for his sister ? Juliette was there too. and shenhe.. anyway he tried to heal himself but it wasn't working, so he used the lab to pit himself into stasis. luna didn't totally get it - not sure if she was in denial (considiering the loss of both their parents) or if atlas shielded her from knowing just how badly he was hurt. Julie & shenhe left briefly on some kind of travel pod to go to the nearby outpost or planet or something to explore to look for resources, but as soon as they left they messaged back again sounding haggard like thank god you're still here & it turns out there was a time anomaly related to where they were going. it brought back someone's grandma who'd come to visit us as a teenage girl.
that's where my dream memory ends but as long as im slightly mentioning omega strikers i think that purely from a character design standpoint kazan is really meh. 2/10. hater shit below
his outfit just looks bad. on his splash art they wanted him to look crazy so they gave him anime shading around the eyes but on his model he just looks like he's wearing a solid black mask. and his giant earring tassels thst look like extensions of his hair are weird, and I think his outfit is really bland it's just a black long jscket shirt over orange pants & it's all got triangles on it. idk maybe they dressed him plainly to emphasize his umbrella more & I guess it's cool they're shaking traditional umbrella fighter stereotype by not making him noble or refined it or a classy gentleman or whatever, but he's just like the joker of violence. his kit is ok it's cool he can change stances but I'm just talking from an appearance standpoint. he is ugly and his outfit sucks!!!
at least with other characters I don't like the appearance of as much either, like their personality jumps out at you immediately. Estelle's outfit with the giant shoulders cape & the skintight bodysuit is like yes this is a woman who's proud of herself and knows she looks good. kai is kai. he's got the swaggy over the shoulders jacket and a relatively plain outfit underneath. this also tells me a lot about him. even atlas 's base skin is like ok this guy is sturdy, reliable, also sciency, he's even got all the constellations inside his sleeves. i like atlas but his bsse skin is only ehh to me.like you can tell from looking at him what he's like.
and the main thing about kazan that conveys anything to me is that he stands like a crazy person on the select screen and hes doing finger guns to his head in his splash art. no drip at all. even rasmus has "young scientist" vibes.
i play with voice acting off also. I don't want to hear any of them talk. i did see that scaramouche's VA was kazan, so that's another point for him though. pat pedraza did a great job with scara. ok the end
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~* ~ Art Comment Ettiquette 101 ~*~
as a person who Makes art and Shares art online and Interacts with other artists, it makes sense that i end up in spaces where a lot of the ettiquette around interacting with art goes without saying. i'm probably a little spoiled by being in these spaces, but sometimes i share outside of my usual zones and i remember that it's not intuitive for everyone. nor was all of it for me to begin with, either! i know several art comment etiquette posts exist already, but it's always nice with a refresher, i think!
i will disclaim that context always matters, and that what i will list is are some personal rules of thumb gathered over years of sharing my art mostly on tumblr, twitter, and discord servers. a lot of this is just, idk, how do we interact with strangers online? the absolute best you can do is always remember that artists are just human persons and you are probably a stranger who doesn't know them and they don't know you. a lot of time and love goes into the things we make, and sharing them with the entire internet can be a very vulnerable thing to do. as long you keep that in the back of your mind, you're probably fine!
- DO NOT GIVE 'CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM' UNLESS YOU KNOW IT'S WANTED. if the artist hasn't asked for that kind of feedback and you really really want to give some, ask first! artists are not morally obligated to accept Constructive Criticism! it can be very discouraging to share a drawing you've made just for fun in your free time, and then get met with a deluge of comments about what you should've done differently. not every piece of art is in pursuit of Doing The Best. besides, both giving and recieving criticism is a Skill that requires practice, and how much do you trust Rando282748 on twitter to know about artistic composition? what's their credentials? meanwhile, you might be in a smaller artist community where you feel better asking for feedback you actually value. drawing fanart on line shouldn't have to be critique class in art school.
- if someone posts a piece of fanart that you think is really really good and you think the Creator of the Media should see it, DO NOT TAG THE CREATOR WITHOUT ASKING THE ARTIST FIRST. it can be very flattering, yes, but do you know 100% for sure how the artist feels about Creator seeing their work? not everyone feels good about it, nor would everyone like that kind of attention! if you think they're just shy or modest about how good their art is, a little "is it okay if i tag Creator?" goes a long way!
- unless you know the artist and know what they're okay with, maybe don't be overtly sexual or weirdly aggressive in your comments to a piece of art. i'm assuming nsfw artists may have different limits on this one, so i'm not going to speak for them! but yeah i think this is one of those "hey remember that you're probably a stranger to this artist and they can probably read your comments. you don't know how familiar they are with internet lingo (or the english language!) or how weird and uncomfortable you're making things by being horny on main."
- please don't write "this art is so good but this character/ship sucks". look, i get it, you don't want to be mistaken for someone who Ships Thing You Dislike, but like... an artist spent hours of their life lovingly rendering something they care about. you're not giving them the compliment you think you are.
- adjacent: if you are not commissioning the artist to draw something specifically for you, don't tell them what they SHOULD be drawing instead. it's an entitled thing to do for one, and as always, it stings when someone dismisses your love for something.
- nitpicking gets very old very quick. maybe this is a personal pet peeve, but i don't feel like justifying every artistic choice i make. like, it's Fine if someone has an honest question about the artwork, but some people take it to truly great lengths. if i was sharing a poem i wouldn't want to explain every single metaphor i decided to include. it's like being in middle school with people observing you drawing and asking "WHY DOES THAT PERSON ONLY HAVE ONE EYE!!" because i haven't drawn the other eye yet. "WHO IS THAT!!" idk just some random girl i'm just doodling. "WHAT IS SHE WEARING" ooohh my god shut up shut up shut upppppp
- this is DEFINITELY a personal pet peeve. but people tagging art "idk who this is" without even checking the Original Post to see what it's tagged... or worse, tagging it as a completely different character. sometimes it's fanart, sometimes it's an OC, sometimes it's Just Art Of No One In Particular. i always feel a little morose whenever someone shares art of my original characters and goes "OMGGG THIS IS SO COOL WHAT SERIES IS THIS FROM I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING SOMEONE TELL ME" - i'm exaggerating a little bit, but like... you could check! if you really actually care you can make an effort! i'm delighted you are delighted, but, also...........
- oh yeah the infamous "omg your OC looks like [fictional character]". i don't personally mind this one that much, but i know a lot of artists do. it can get really discouraging if you get it a lot!
"ok but how do give Good comments then"
there's many ways to do that! what do you like about the art? how does it make you feel? or maybe you just want to yell excitedly! i know i wrote a whole long list about Please Don'ts and i probably forgot several. but most of it boils down to "PLEASE don't be weird or entitled at strangers online." we all do some faux pas' here and there because interpersonal interactions are hard and we're always learning! and if you love art and artists and want them to keep sharing their work, you can absolutely give them that sweet sweet validation without putting down their interests or heckle them about the canon hair length of a character.
#too long for twitter#there's some spaces where sharing art has been so absolutely unrewarding and frustrating ive just decided Not To#i dont need people to shower me in praise or anything! i share mostly because i think people like what i make!!#so it's truly harrowing to share an artwork several days in the making only to have someone argue with me#about whether or not a character is wearing pants or not. IM NOT GONNA TELL U HOW TO INTERPRET MY ART BUT I DRE W THI S#IM TELLING YOU THEY'RE WEARING PANTS!!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!
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Ughh I need to get a job but I keep Procrastinating because I feel like I have to be Perfect but I can't bc I've never done this before.
#how do I spend several hours of my day socializing with strangers in a positive way so that they are happy and buy things#like. how does one have the energy#and how am I supposed to get a job and do schoolwork and walk my dog and like#fuckkkkkkk#and INTERVIEWS#oh gods#I'm going to have to SPEAK and make myself SOUND LIKE A DECENT HUMAN?????#my guy#my self esteem is at zero#how am I supposed to tell you all the great things about myself that will make you want to make me do things for money#i literally look like im 12#and I have a bright pink mohawk#im gonna walk in there in my dress pants and button up-is that what youre supposed to wear at an interview? idk-and they're gonna laugh#like pls#im trying#i just need the moneys#i'm a disaster#help
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