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* closed , @gatekepts .
❝ you've been saying some crazy shit all night , but that's gotta take the cake ― are you sure you don't wanna rethink that statement ? ❞
#kyle.#gatekepts.#what is the statement?? that's for us to freeball ! SKFJHDF#i hope this is okay tho :p
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hiiii!!! ok ok ok I have two questions 1) would steddie wear a couples costume? if yes, what is it and who suggested it? and 2) what do you think the fruity four would think of moth man?
honestly im so bad at couples/group costumes i genuinely have no idea, sorry skfjhdf
fun fact about me, i fucking love mothman, and it's actually one of the names i got put on my year 12 leavers jacket. (one side says 'prince' which was my nickname at the time, and the other says 'mothman' which was actually my mums idea and i though it was hilarious and fitting, so i jotted it down)
anyway, i read your question and instantly knew the answer, so lets go.
Robin: this is a girl who believes in the possibility of aliens, of course she believes in mothman - there's too many recorded incidents for it to be made up, and in modern times she definitely has a guide to US cryptids.
Eddie: definitely. at first he just liked the idea of mothman but then he and robin get to talking and now they have plans to go on a road trip to virginia.
Nancy: she's skeptical, and won't believe without her own hard evidence. so she's going on that roadtrip too.
Steve: doesn't even know who or what mothman is ("it's in the name Steve!") but has somehow been roped into driving them to virginia, so he's about to find out
#asks#anon#stranger things#the fruity four#i want it known that argyle also believes in mothman and jonathon is like 'why not'#robin buckley#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler
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your post was indirectly how i found out about putin. i will never forgive you for this
i misread this as dabi and was scared until i realized it said putin. i feel like spoiling putin’s resignation is actually lower in stakes
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For free I’ll have the craziest sex imaginable with you. Seriously. Free. Incubus’ specialty ;) ~ivoryincubus {{ I saw your last ask and couldn’t resist }}
kubrickonthemoon: hey @ivoryincubus quick question
kubrickonthemoon: what the fuck
#asks#ic#v: existence is futile#ivoryincubus#nsfw//#[ IM SOBBING SKFJHDF HELP ]#[ all i can think of is them talking on a fucking conspiracy theory forum ]#Anonymous
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Skfjhdf i just read your angsty Muriel fic this was BEAUTIFUL, ASTONISHING, i love everything about it:> you said that you will do a fluffy part 2 if requested and i REALLY hope you don't mind me requesting, again, a wholesome, fluffy part 2 for this,,, in which some myrrh (?) helps the apprentice remember Muri and everything is good and cute again:3 please don't rush with this and take your time and don't overwork yourself!
When somebody loved me (pt 2)
Muriel x reader - gender neutral apprentice, fluff, angst with healing, big soft bear man, falling in love all over again, smooches, big hugs, Inanna is queen, Spoilers for Muriel route.
The woods used to be so comforting, so inviting.
Large tree trunks hid Muriel’s form as he patrolled, walking about and foraging. Not a thing could have disrupted the peace. No storm, heat, or cold could prevent the forest’s beauty from shining through. Yet, as the days go by, the vibrancy of the forest loses its beauty. The leaves grow gray, the flowers reek of decay. There is no warmth or light.
Of course, reality bends to the perspective of the individual. And the individual in question knows no vibrancy. How can the world be beautiful? The death of his people, the Kokhuri. Fighting in the Colosseum. Lucio rising once again...(y/n).... He had found someone who made the terrifying universe that tortured him feel gorgeous. Everything on the planet became beautiful when (y/n) was near.
Even Muriel, for a moment, felt beautiful.
The crunching of sticks and leaves startles a nearby bird and alerts the mountain man. The distant form of a cloaked figure walking around in mild confusion, basket on their arm. Muriel sighs, knowing that nobody will notice him with his cloak. The figure looks around, a tad frantic and desperate. Letting out a barely-there sigh, Muriel turns and carefully makes his way away from the stranger.
He’d been having dreams again. Not particularly sexual in any capacity, but instead viciously intense. The feeling of a life he’d been unable to fulfill.
“Bear~” a soothing voice coos into his ear, the weight of someone on his hips pressing Muriel further into the soft bed.
“Mm...” the mountain man grumbles, his eyes squeezed shut. (y/n) lays down on his chest, one hand petting the mountain man’s scarred cheek. Soft kisses are peppered along Muriel’s brow, his lips pulling into a sweet smile as he places his hands on (y/n)’s pajama-clad hips.
“Wake up, dear,” they whisper, kissing his forehead and petting his hair softly.
“No...” Muriel huffs, pressing his fingertips into the soft skin of his lover. Tenderly, as though he could shatter, the magician presses a soft kiss to his forehead, then his cheekbones, and finally each eyelid.
“Open your eyes,” They whisper, “let me love you...” Slowly, Muriel looks to his dearest, their skin glowing from the early morning sun. They lean down, cupping his cheek and parting their lips to give him a nice good-morning kiss...’
It’s always then that he wakes up, soaked in sweat and his own tears. At some point the mountain man decided to just sleep less to avoid the ghost of his amnesiac lover. Dark circles hang under his eyes, his mossy gaze dull and lifeless. Some nights he’d avoid sleep altogether, hearing the same words over and over. (Y/n)’s voice haunting his skull.
“Hello?....”
They’d never leave. The audacity of them to just make him fall so deep in love and then forget him? It’s cruel.
“Hellloooo...”
Kissing them under the open southern sky acts as a veiled memory ever-present in his mind.
“HEY!!!”
Turning, Muriel acknowledges the small figure tugging insistently on his cloak. Two (e/c/) eyes stare up at the giant man, their hood pulled back to reveal their lovely face.
“Jeez,” (y/n) grumbles, adjusting their basket, “I’ve been trying to talk to you man, could you not hear me??”
“oh um,” Muriel blushes, looking away and trying to ignore the screaming in his head, “Sorry...Do you need something?” the magician nods, lips pulled into a sweet smile.
“Yeah, actually,” they hum, “I need some help finding a few herbs. My friend Asra and I are working on a new potion.” one soft-looking hand is stretched out to Muriel, a list clasped between their fingers. A volley of panic shoots through the man’s head as he takes the parchment.
“I um...” Muriel sighs, knowing it would be best to just help them despite the pain in his ribs, “I’ll help you look. I know these woods well...” A brilliant grin stretches across the magician’s lips, their whole body shaking a little with the joy of progress.
“Great! Lets get started.”
Hours pass, some herbs and plants taking a lot longer than expected to find. But (y/n) remains positive, their warmth radiating into the hermit’s very core. Though, as the sun rises in the sky, the duo decide to break for a snack.
“So,” (y/n) smiles, staring over at Muriel and relaxing against a large tree, “Tell me about yourself.” Muriel sighs and looks away, frowning.
“Not much to say,” Muriel huffs, eyeing the engagement ring on (y/n)’s finger, “...Nice ring.”
“Oh this?” (y/n) smiles, fiddling with the piece of jewelry, “Thank you.” Envy rears its head in Muriel’s soul, his eyes searching for a sign that they even remember him in the slightest.
“Who’s the lucky person?” Muriel hums, shifting in his spot on the ground and bringing his knees to his chest. (y/n) fiddles with the grass by their legs.
“Actually,” they blush as they speak, “It’s not an engagement ring. Asra gave this to me and said to never take it off. I think he’s just protective.” Relief surges through Muriel as he grins, shaking his head softly with a sense of pride for Asra blossoming in his chest.
“Huh,” Muriel grins, “I guess you should take his advice.” (y/n) smiles, blushing heavily as they look into the distance.
“If I had to marry anyone,” They begin, “I’d choose the handsome man I keep seeing in my dreams.” Muriel blushes, head tilting to the side in confusion and leaning towards the sweet magician. “It’s this man in a masquerade costume, his face covered by this mask...it looks like a bear. But he dances with me and is so gentle despite his size. He’s...not good at dancing, but he tries his hardest.”
“Does he have a name?”
“I...don’t know,” (y/n) frowns, “I just call him Bear.” Muriel smiles, staring a bit before standing up and grinning.
“Stay here,” He commands, turning and rushing off into the trees like a nearly seven foot tall child. Sticks crack under the man’s boots as he races up to the hut. The image of the bear mask in his mind as he enters the small space. Grabbing the mask off the table, Muriel struggles to calm his intense breathing as he barrels back into the woods. The very notion that his beloved (y/n) could love him again has his bones shaking.
“Oh hey, there you are,” (y/n) giggles, watching as the man sits down in front of them, “you okay.”
“I know who the man in your dreams is,” Muriel grins, tears pricking his eyes. (y/n)’s face breaks into a delighted grin, their hands clasped excitedly in front of them.
“Really?” They gasp, “Who is it??” Silently, as though a word may shatter the moment, Muriel hands over the mask. The magician looks down in confusion, their brow furrowed in confusion. Carefully, they trace the features of the mask, gears in their head turning at the speed of sound. Slowly, however, the excitement fades into pain as Muriel begins to fear the worst.
“Do...you not remember me?” Muriel whispers, “Please (y/n)...” The magician looks up, tears welling in their eyes as they stare at the mountain man. Unfamiliarity dwells in those (e/c) eyes as they stare. Looking down in shame, Muriel frowns and tries to hide the tears trickling down his own scarred cheeks.
“I should have known,” (y/n) whispers, shifting along the mossy forest floor, “He...always smelled like myrrh in my dreams...” looking up, Muriel almost jumps in fear at the sight of (y/n)’s face mere inches from his.
“I-I’m sorry?” the magician ignores him, pressing their face into his cloak and breathing in.
“....Muriel...” They whisper, pulling back and shifting into his lap.
“(y-y/n)??” Muriel lets out a gasp as the young magician cups his cheek, leaning in pressing their forehead to his.
“It’s you,” they breathe softly, “my Muriel, my handsome Muriel...” fearfully, the mountain main hugs the tiny individual close and shudders.
“Do...you remember?” tears fall down (y/n)’s cheeks as they stare at him.
“I remember everything...” (y/n) finishes the statement by pressing a tender kiss to Muriel’s chapped lips. Pain, fear, relief, amazement, love, and even a little anger explode inside Muriel’s chest, his arms gripping his dearest close as he kisses them almost a tad aggressively. A delighted groan hums in the magician’s lips as they kiss back, hands flying up to tangle in his hair.
“Mmm....” Muriel grins into the kiss, standing and holding his lover with one arm and the basket of herbs with the other. Together, the duo return to the trail and come to the hut, door ajar from Muriel’s intense exit.
“M-Muri,” (y/n) giggles, holding onto the giant as he ducks into the hut, “Did you just steal me?”
“Yes,” Muriel huffs, setting them down and pulling the ring off of their finger, “And i’ll be replacing this.”
“Replacing?”
“Mhm,” Muriel scowls, the intensity of it all glowing in his chest, “You heard me.” (y/n) sits on the bed, smirking and relaxing.
“So you’re going to ask me to marry you?” (y/n) giggles, joking and watching the giant pull his shoes off and climb into bed.
“hush,” Muriel huffs, climbing up close and pinning the magician to the bed. A heated kiss is pressed to (y/n)’s plush lips, the couple melting into the embrace as they share the tender moment. The world outside grows silent as the lovestruck duo melt into each other.
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
All sound is ignored, all concept of the outiside is ignored, and so are the footsteps....
“Muriel!!” Asra hollers, yanking the door open in a panic, “I can’t find (y/n) any-oh...” (y/n) blushes, hiding their face as Muriel glares daggers at his best friend. A heavy blush settles on the mountain man’s face as he stares at the doorway.
“Could you maybe not?” Muriel huffs, glaring intensely.
“I...didn’t think you two would be,” Asra gestures to the currently-pinned-down (y/n) “yknow...” Muriel reaches over, snagging a boot from the ground and throwing it at Asra, who barely shuts the door in time.
“Now,” Muriel huffs, brow furrowed intensely, “(y/n)-”
“We don’t have to continue,” The magician squeaks, aware of their lover’s shyness, “It’s okay if-” the giant presses another reassuring kiss to his lover.
“I love you (y/n)”
“...heh,” the magician smiles, cupping his face and staring up at him, “I love you too, Muriel.”
And the world, in all it’s complexities, became beautiful once more. For the mountain man knew that he was indeed loved once again.
fin
#the arcana#the arcana x reader#arcana#the arcana game#muriel x reader#murielxreader#murielthearcana
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I got tagged in a thing by @shipping-my-dorks !! this looks super fun; thank u ami~
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1: Introduce yourselves! Who are you? What do you like to do?
Hiya!! Name’s Grace. I’m a human writer, I live in the human world, nothing that special.
Well, I wouldn’t say that. Greetings, as well. My name is Valvatorez, a vampire who is known as the Tyrant. Or perhaps, you’ve heard of me as the Bloodthirsty King of Fear, the No Life King, ecetera... but my most important title, to myself at least, is Grace’s loving partner.
2: What was your first meeting like?
Would you believe that she saved my life? Hah, it’s rather strange, but she found me... before I had any real comrades.
I was just out gathering inspiration one night, and all I could smell from one of the nearby fields was the strongest scent of blood. And that’s where I found Val- completely unconscious, wounded, and surrounded by the remains of a bloody battle. I managed to take him back to my home and nurse him back to health.
Though, I do regret that the first thing I said to her upon my awakening was a threat to drink her dry...
3: How did you get together? Who confessed first?
It was more so my curiosity for humankind that kept bringing me back to her. Initially, her kindness and compassion not only touched me, but the fact that she wasn’t afraid of me as well and treated me like... well, a normal, average demon rather than some legendary tyrant piqued my curiosity as well.
Val was also super interesting to me as well, with his knowledge of the Netherworld! We became fast friends who taught each other so much, and eventually... well, it lead to something more. Also, he confessed first, being the dramatic dork he is.
Grace, how many times to I have to insist- I am not a dork.
4: What are your thoughts on PDA?
I’m alright with it, but to be entirely fair... we don’t go out much, if at all. Vampires falling in love with humans isn’t a common occurrence, and if anyone knew that the great Tyrant had a weakness- me- it would put both of us in danger.
As for affection, however, if we were to theoretically go out in public, I would prefer it to be much more private.
That’s only because you get super flustered easily, darling~
...... No comment.
5: How do you show affection towards each other? What are your love languages?
Physical touches, soft words, giving gifts... we’re both pretty flexible, and honestly I don’t think we have a preference. But I do have a nasty habit of being very generous and giving Val so many gifts, hah.
Well, I believe I have at least one preference... and that would be drinking her blood.
Val, you didn’t need to say that out loud-
Hmmm. I’m merely returning your comment from earlier, my love.
6: Who’s more introverted and who’s more extroverted?
Both of us are pretty in-between, I think.
Yea, I have to agree. We both are pretty out there, but also we need our time to recharge. And that’s when the cuddles come along!
7: Who’s the Big Spoon and who’s the Little Spoon?
Me. Me, I’m the little spoon.
I can also concur, she is the little spoon. I think she just likes feeling protected, and who better to protect her than myself?
8: What do you like doing together the most?
Info sharing! We each always have something new to tell the other about our different worlds.
Demons and humans need to coexist, after all. If they didn’t, the universe would fall into chaos! What better way to coexist than to learn about the other?
9: Tell us a fun fact about the other!
Val absolutely loves telling stories, much like myself. Sharing information about each other’s worlds aside, I love hearing stories of his exploits and his battles. He’s got a flair for the dramatics.
Grace is... more of a fighter than I initially took her as. Every time I mention someone doing something wrong to me or whatever else is along those lines, her immediate reaction is to go punch them in the face, even though she’s only a human. It’s rather admirable.
10: Tag other selfshippers and their f/o’s!
Uuuuhhhhhhh I don’t actually know??? Lemme uh. Look.
@kittyandco and Billy!
@cryptidchaos and Constantine!
@foreveryours-mouse and Dagger!
@squips-ship and Enjolras!
ok im done now skfjhdf. have fun ya’ll. uwu ♥
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media tomorrow: did harry styles just admit i know you were a trouble is about him? read more here.
I HATE SKFJHDF
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What’re your thoughts on the game show ep in s7? I need to know if ppl hate it as much as I do
ok sweats i haven't watched voltron past s1 in all honesty bc i didn't have the energy to but i have watched this ep in passing while my sister was binge watching all 8 seasons (she hated s3-s8)
the entire episode was really out of context?? idk, i might feel this way because i did watch it out of context but the overall vibe of that ep did not fit the fight-or-flight vibe it had going on, considering how they were captured and at the galra base (?? correct me if i'm wrong here) when i saw clips/screenshots of the ep, i thought that it was like an omake or beach ep so i was surprised it was actually a part of canon
short answer is: based on what i know, no i didn't really like it because of how random and out of place narratively it was
BUT that being said, the whole "he's our leader, plus he's half galra, so i think he's, like, the future" bit from lance is probably one of my top favorite interactions between these two characters. regardless of your stance on klance (whether or not they should be strictly platonic or def romantic), you can't deny how much they trust and care for one another.
this scene was a testament of that; that's why, even if the entire ep was kinda shit, this moment has a favorite place in my heart
THIS post puts my nonsensical rambling into words and god skfjhdf i just love them
#kae answers#doritosandbluethings#mutuals!!#i hope this answers your ask?? idk i went absolutely off tangent#i'm curious as to why you hate it though!! pls enlighten me
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