#psychopomp y/n

[catflowerqueen]

Actually, some thoughts I had on my “psychopomp y/n” fnaf prompt

(Which I probably won’t actually make into a full story—in part because I already have so many other WIPs in addition to school and work stuff consuming my time. But if I DID do something with it…)

I feel like Y/N might allow themselves to be seen by the general populace? In a kind of “not trying to hide their presence” way? It’s just that they would be going by “form you are most comfortable with” rules, so people would just be seeing what they expect to see. (which honestly really works out in favor with the typical art style people draw y/ns on here—not giving them actual eyes or too many distinguishing facial/body features, for instance) In most cases as they wander the Pizzaplex and try to figure out what is actually going on to cause the paperwork issues, this just translates to them looking like generic stranger. They don’t stand out in any way, are probably wearing Fazbear merch of some kind, etc. And this holds true for the majority of animatronics as well.

But not Sun and Moon.

Considering they safeguard the daycare and have to be able to match specific adults with their children, their facial recognition software is a lot better, and they would be actively on the lookout for distinguishing features and weeding out the familiar from the unfamiliar. So Y/N would actually stand out quite a bit and look very out of place. After all, no one would be going to the Daycare section unless they had a specific reason to—or were extremely lost or something. But Y/N wouldn’t be wearing a typical “help me I am lost” expression, even as they don’t really know what they are supposed to be looking for at the start. So Sun and Moon would see them with a very distinctive look. I’m thinking something like formal wear, almost? Like some sort of business person attire, in dark or neutral colors.

And this would persist for a bit even after they find out about Y/N/s psychopomp status, mainly because they wouldn’t have any prior conceptions about what a psychopomp would look like? If the kids are young enough, they might not really have a concept of “death” yet, or know how grim reapers are typically depicted—and if Sun and Moon kind of casually ask them about what they know of psychopomps, they might not even have heard of the term before. And Sun and Moon certainly wouldn’t want to actually let the kids know why they are asking or that there is an actual psychopomp/grim reaper in their midst for fear of scaring them, so by the time they would actually learn about it, their perception of Y/N’s form would have already solidified.

Well. To an extent, anyways.

Because I feel like over time, as the two of them got to know Y/N, their perception of them would change into more positive views, resulting in them seeing Y/N in more casual outfits and brighter colors. Among… other changes, both physical and not, after certain “plot points” happen.

As for Y/N’s “true” form, they may or may not actually have one? I feel like their entire situation and, for lack of a better term, “species” would very much be “concept based.” Perhaps they get to pick one as they ascend the ranks, or it would be something of a Terry Pratchett’s Small Gods situation where their physical form really does depend on people believing certain things about them.

Or the situation itself could be like… the fundamentals of what they actually do and what their “job” is are unchanging, but the “way” they go about doing it is based on perception, or the amalgamation of ideas or something. So, like… psychopomps like Y/N existed before humans did, but they didn’t really get a sense of sentience or the ability to emote until humans started having collective ideas and theories about the afterlife and what it really meant to die. And the idea about what that would involve changed over time, and are still changing even now. Ideas about bureaucracies and such from media like “The Good Place” and “Good Omens,” and even “Dead Like Me” are really popular now, so that’s what they are going with. (But even if the public moves on to different ideas later, now that sentience/sapience ahs been achieved, that isn’t a guarantee that the psychopomps are going to change the way they do things to model that direction since, again, the fundamentals of their job existed long beforehand. And I’ll get more into those fundamentals in another post)

And this might actually be another point of bonding for Sun, Moon, and Y/N? In that all three of them exist for a specific purpose that they did not get to choose, and fundamentally cannot change what they are or what they do, even if they wanted to, and have very limited say in things like their appearance. Or even their names—at least Sun and Moon were given them upon creation, but I get the feeling (in part to go along even better with the fact that Y/N technically is supposed to stand in for “Your Name”) that psychopomps like Y/N don’t really have names, in general?

Y/N does, but that’s because they picked one out specifically because it helps them when they need to physically snoop for information/not look too creepy when they hang out with Sun and Moon. (Possibly Sun and Moon even unknowingly gave them the name. Like if they were throwing out different names in an attempt to identify them when they first met and Y/N just latched onto one, or if it was some situation where Y/N’s reluctance to admit they didn’t have a name got interpreted by Sun and Moon as it being some sort of situation like “my name is a concept that has no direct translation to actual words” and so they asked Y/N if they could give them a “nickname” to use when referring to them.

[ahollowgrave]

-- Odette Hollows [B A S I C S]

B A S I C S

Name: Odette Hollows Nicknames: None commonly used. Yein calls her their ‘Moonlit Friend’ and Marlow refers to her by title; Sister. I don’t know if any of these are ‘nicknames.’ Age: Early Twenties Nameday: 9th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon Race: Mostly Hyur; technically Ashkin. Gender: CIS Female Orientation: Demi Lesbian Profession: Nun Errant, Psychopomp, Shepherd

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Strands of spun moonlight are cropped just past her jawline; styled with a few braids with occasional charms or ribbons woven throughout. Likely her most recognizable feature. In dark enough settings, it can shed low light.   Eyes: Like frozen pools; her right eye is a sharp blue, and her left is a clear lavender.  Skin: Ghostly pale, dotted with occasional beauty marks.  Tattoos/scars: Graced with stretch marks but beyond that no notable scars. 

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to her, deceased. Perfectly nice people who, through no fault of their own, died. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: Unknown to her, deceased. Also perfectly nice people.  In-laws and Other: A great-many-times-over Aunt named Odile. A not-so-nice person.  Pets: Rou, a large Karakul who often travels with Odette. Three ewes: Pomme, Poire, and Peche.

S K I L L S

Abilities: - Odette is a beacon to lost souls, ghosts, and spirits. They flock to her and under the umbrella of her influence their forms are altered into that of moths. They cling to her, calling for aid which she lends as best she can. Odette is a psychopomp, she guides the dead without judgment. She can see, hear, and otherwise interact with these lost and stuck souls. She has a custom job fusion of WHM (Conjury)/PLD.

- A strong defensive fighter, Odette prefers her shield and conjurer’s cane to the sword that hangs at her side. She wields her shield well, trusting in it fully to keep herself and her loved ones safe. When she plants her cane, the river rises. 

- Kulning is an ancient form of herding calls used over long distances. Odette learned the skill in her youth and uses it still, calling in her small flock of Karakul at her home. Is this important enough to put here? Probably not, it’s just an additional fun fact! For you!

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, knitting (badly), and exploration. She also plays piano and harp.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: The warmth of her personality, her willingness to meet and love people as they are and as they change. Her curiosity about the people around her.  Most Negative Trait: Her inability to trust herself, her eagerness to trust others above herself. People don’t care for the stealing, either.

L I K E S

Colors: Blues, Purples, Silver, and a pop of red.  Smells: Rich, damp soil; Cedar; sun-ripened peaches; sweet, warm vanilla. Textures: The warmth of hand-spun wool, wood worn smooth with use, the delicate touch of petals against skin. Drinks: Hot chocolate with marshmallows and butterscotch, lemonade infused with different fruits and flowers. 

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not cigarettes. Drinks: No.  Drugs: Yes, pretty heavily. She cannot sleep so she takes drugs to sort of  ‘float’ in a resting state. It doesn’t work but it is better than nothing.  Mount Issuance: Odette is not insured to ride anything. She walks most places, or takes ferries and airships where she can. She owns a Chocobo, named Beauty, who was gifted to her by her friend None. Most of the time if she is riding, she rides Rou, her most loyal Karakul.  Been Arrested: No, but she should have been.

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[seven4asecret]

₊✩‧₊˚ Tipping The Scales Pt.2 ˚₊✩‧₊

Moonknight System x Layla x Gn! (Eventual Avatar) Reader

Content & Warnings: No pronouns, no Y/N, no Smut, descriptions of typical violence, eventual polyamory, & badly written fight scenes

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Chapter 2: I Swear I'm Not Banging Your Husband! Also, I Can See Ghosts

You lay on your couch, wrapped in a blanket, re-reading the same chapter for at least the third time. There was something about this deity that utterly fascinated you. You had combed the internet after reading about him for the first time, scouring any article you could get your hands on. You had always been morbidly intrigued by deities associated with death, but this was different and you couldn't quite figure out why. 

‘Anubis, or Anpu, is quite a complex deity, he plays many roles that often run together. Possibly one of the most notable of these is as a psychopomp. He was not only considered responsible for reviving the dead and allowing them to enter the afterlife but also for leading them to safety. The ancient Egyptians believed the journey through the afterlife was an extremely dangerous one. Anubis would protect the travelers by helping avoid threats by way of concealment and leading them by secret roads only known to him. He also serves as an embalmer and healer. While the process of mummification was an important one, it was much more crucial for the spirit of the deceased to be able to successfully transition into their spiritual body in order to reach the Duat. They believed for this to happen successfully, the body needed to be restored to a preserved state of wholeness. Anubis, the creator of the mummification process, would ensure the soul would be properly revived while intact.'

You turned the page.

‘However, his abilities were not limited to the deceased. He would be more accurately thought of as a deity overseeing healing and initiation. In ancient times injuries and disease were thought to have components that were both seen and unseen. Because of his role in dealing between worlds, he would be ideal to help with both. He and his priests had an excellent knowledge of human anatomy. At royal birthing ceremonies, he would offer the symbol of rebirth, not just life, but rejuvenating life. The Romans believed that Anubis offered power over death. However, he is most notably known as the weigher and accouter of hearts. He is entrusted with making sure-’

 Your phone rang.

'Oh no'.

Your stomach dropped, and somehow you knew it was Steven. You hadn't seen him lately, your shifts hadn't intersected, and he hadn't contacted you. Not that he had to, of course. But you couldn't help but worry. What if he had blacked out again? What if he had been caught by the bird-man? You had no idea what to do if that happened. Sage? Salt? Would that work on something so old? You made a mental note to research ancient ghost repellants. You shut Steven's book and rushed over to where your phone sat on the counter. It buzzed, and a number you didn't recognize scrolled past on the top of the screen.  

"Hey!" You answered.

"Hiya." You couldn't help but smile at the familiar voice on the other end. It quickly turned into a frown, this wasn't his usual upbeat tone, he sounded dejected.

"Steven, how are you? Is everything alright?" He hesitated at this, causing your frown to deepen. 

"Today has been, well the past few days... have been... a lot, really. I was wondering if we...if we could talk again? I-If it's not too much trouble?"

"Yeah...Yeah, of course. It's no trouble." You said softly, relieved to hear from him. You didn't mind taking part of your day off to chat. Honestly were touched that he trusted you enough to want to talk to you about his experiences a second time. "Back at my flat or...?"

"Actually, I was- I was thinking... we could meet up somewhere else. Make it up to you for the other night. Maybe...Maybe grab lunch, y'know? If- if you want of course? "  

"Sure!" Your heart fluttered.

"O-okay." He paused. You got the feeling he was surprised that you had accepted his offer. "There's this stand, it's not too far from the building... makes these really good burritos, if you're interested…”

"That sounds great. Text me the location and I'll see you in a few."

"Sure thing! Laters gators!"

"In a while, Crocodile." You hung up and made your way out of the building.

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It took you a few seconds to spot Steven in the flow of people, sitting on the side of a large fountain. You blinked as you took him in from a distance. You were used to his passionate and enthusiastic nature. In fact, you had never really known him to be any different until recently. But now he looked downright miserable. His shoulders were hunched more than usual and there was a frown on his face. The usual gleam in his eyes had gone, replaced with an emptiness you had never seen in them before.

"Hey there." You sat next to him. He jumped slightly in surprise.

 "Hiya." He returned your greeting, and while his smile didn't reach his eyes, you noticed he perked up a bit at your company. 

"I- I got you one." He held out a burrito. "I wasn't- I wasn't sure what you would like so I just got the vegetarian one. Y-you did say you were vegetarian right?" 

"Yeah, I am actually." You saw him breathe out a sigh of relief as you took the wrap from him. "You didn't have to do that. I appreciate it, though. It's sweet of you. "

"O-oh, well..." he looked down, a light blush on his face, " I- it's only fair, pay you back for the coffee and the chat, y'know."

A few seconds of silence passed between you.

Steven took a breath before telling you about the next shift he had at the museum. How he had abruptly found himself on the bus there with the bird-man watching him from the street. How the man from the village, the judge of Ammit, showed up at work and referenced events from his 'dreams'. He told you of the jackals the man summoned, how they chased him into the bathroom.

As you listened, you could see clearly how much it had frightened Steven. His eyes would widen, he spoke quicker and began to tremble slightly. He would glance at you from time to time, and though it was incredibly subtle, you saw him relax when your eyes locked. You began to consider part of why he had asked to meet was because he was scared to be alone, reasonably so. And maybe, just maybe, he meant it when he said you made him feel safe. Maybe you couldn't help with his insomnia, the blackouts, or the dreams. But you could make him feel less alone, make him feel safe. Maybe that was enough for now. 

He told you how it clawed, growling, about to break through the door. His reflection talked to him again there, it said that he could save him if he gave up control of the body. Steven didn't want to, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Then it went black, only for him to be on his way to his next shift when he came to. Inside the museum, he was greeted with chaos and told that the pipes had burst. When he went to JB to review the security from the previous night there was no evidence of the jackal. All it showed was Steven, implicating him for the damage. 

 That was certainly not what you'd expected to hear from him.

"Well, that's it. I got the sack. I don't blame 'em. I'm a vandal. I should've been arrested. " He sighed. "But, I have the keys I found in my flat, that's worth exploring, isn't it? Like, if I could find that storage locker, that might be my one chance to prove to myself that I'm not mad."

"Y-yeah. " You nodded, not knowing what to say. This was a lot to take in. Steven obviously wasn't well, he knew that. But at this point, the bird-man, his insomnia, the sleepwalking, those weren't his biggest problems anymore. Quite honestly, You'd thought that you would meet him and suggest he sage his flat. Or just provide support for him while he thinks about his next steps. But now, he had a cult- an actual cult led by a sorcerer after him. 

"So I- I was wondering if you'd come with me to the storage locker... " Steven glanced up at you, and you noticed how nervous he seemed. "Maybe keep an eye out for the pigeon if he shows up, y'know... I-if you want?"

"I'd be happy to. Let's go check it out."

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You weren't quite sure what to do if this didn't work. You both had made it to four storage places and turned up nothing. Each time Steven would ask if you still wanted to stay, and each time you reassured him you did. You wanted to do something, to help in any way you could. He took a breath when he stepped into the next building. 

"Hiya." He greeted the man at the desk.

"Hey."

 "You all right?" Steven fidgeted.

 "Yeah."

"Yeah. Um, look, man, this is, like, the fifth branch I've been to. I'm looking for my storage locker. It's under "Steven Grant." If it's not under Steven Grant, it might be under "Marc." I don't have a surname, just Marc. Would you have a look for me, if that's all right? I know it sounds... "

You turned your attention away from the conversation before you. The room felt different, suffocating, and electric. The lights dimmed just barely, and you swore you could feel the slightest breeze. The hair on the back of your neck stood up.

You were being watched. And what was watching was not happy.

You reached for Steven, wrapping your hands around his arm. He glanced at you, confused. 

"Thanks so much! You've been really helpful!" You grabbed the keys from the man at the desk. Then quickly dragged a confused Steven down the hall, towards the lockers.

 "W-what was that about?" He tilted his head to look at you, "Are you- is everything okay?"

"Yeah, should be." The lack of confidence in your voice was clear as you released your hold on him.

"T-That's not- that's not very reassuring." You really didn't want to worry him more. He was going through enough as it was and you hated to make him even more panicked.

"We may... want to hurry things up a bit. Your 'pigeon' is.. well he's not happy." You found that troubling. It only seemed to appear like this, at least so far, when Steven was looking into Marc. It was trying to keep whatever link they shared buried.  

"Y-you mean- it's here now?" He began to look around, definitely worried now.

"No. Not yet but he may decide to pop up." You looked at him and squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him. "It'll be okay."

He nodded, and let out a shaky breath. You both scanned the lockers walking down the long hall until Steven stopped.

"Oh, my God. Marc Spector." He let out a sigh, "It's real. It's totally real." 

He looked at you and you offered him a supportive smile as he opened the locker. It was surprisingly scarce. It only seemed to really hold a cot, a few boxes, and a duffel bag. Definitely a bit weird. You followed him inside and he began to look around. You weren't quite sure what to do now, so you stayed by the entrance. You wanted to be helpful somehow so you concentrated on the bird-man. You could still feel the entity. It was there... just not completely. And it was definitely keeping an eye on things.

Waiting. But for what?'

"Marc." You looked back to Steven, who had turned towards the wall. "There he is. Here he comes. Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you'd pop up again." He said a bit exasperated. 

You blinked and Steven paused, before responding to the wall. This was a bit awkward. 

"More complicated? What? Am I possessed? Are you, like, a demon? Or..."

"You're not possessed, Steven. Whatever, whoever, you are talking to is not a demon. I would have known." You interrupted. Steven paused for a moment, glancing at you, the wall, and back at you. You didn't mean to interrupt him from whatever conversation he was having. You were afraid you had said something wrong by the silence that followed. "Sorry. I didn't-"

"He says I shouldn't have brought you..." he glanced at the wall again.

You stopped. 

"What? Why?"

"Marc said that I'm putting you in danger." He looked at you with a remorseful expression.

You blinked. Danger or not you cared about him. Steven was your friend, and whatever he was going through, at the very least didn't have to go through it alone. The fact that this Marc was trying to get you to leave unsettled you. Both he and the bird-man wanted their connection to Steven to stay buried.

"Look, Steven, as long as you want me to be here I'll stay. Regardless of the bird, or Marc, I don't plan to leave anytime soon because of them." You caught a brief glimmer of relief in Steven's eyes before he turned back to the wall, continuing his conversation.

"Sleep... I'm never gonna go to sleep again. You hear me? Look, I don't care how bloody handsome you are. Tell me what it is you are. What are you?" He paused again for an inaudible response.

"Khonshu? The Egyptian god of the moon? Oh, my God, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers."

What on earth did an ancient Egyptian deity have to do with any of this? You wondered.

A slight breeze caught your attention as it ruffled your hair. You couldn't help but think of the entity. It felt older than anything you had encountered before, ancient. It felt more powerful than most spirits. And it looked suspiciously mummy-like. But that certainly didn't make it an Egyptian god. You shook your head, discarding that thought, and turned back to Steven.

Steven paused, "Oh, God. I'm having a panic attack. I need to go to a hospital." You began to reach for him, hoping to help in some way. 

"You want my body? Right, yeah. Marc, how about this for a deal? I'm gonna take this bag full of illegal shit, yeah?" He grabbed the bag," and I'm gonna go straight to the authorities."

The lights blinked and you began to feel the presence solidify. It really wasn't happy now. "Steven- "

 "And they're gonna put me away so I don't hurt anyone else."

 "Steven."

"And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills so that you get out of my head!" Steven took your hand, this time leading you through the hall.

"Steven!" He finally stopped and looked at you. "It's back."

Right on cue, the light at the end of the hall flickered once, two times. The entity stood, lit by the sickly yellow light before vanishing into the darkness.

Steven's hands flew to the bag and he began to walk backward slowly. The lights began to flicker faster, now moving down the hall towards you both. 

 Click...

Click...

Click...

You stepped back, following Steven as you kept your eyes locked on the end of the hall.

Clickclickclick.

Suddenly all you could see were bandages, rags, bone, and hollow eyes. 

It stood before you, tall, menacing, and angry.

You ran. 

Lights flickered.  

Doors rattled.  

You desperately chased after Steven, turn after turn. You could feel the annoyance, irritation, and anger rolling off the entity. You couldn't leave Steven. You couldn't let it hurt him. As you rounded a corner you saw Steven. He had stopped. You knew why. He trembled as he looked up at the entity before him. You suddenly felt annoyed. It felt slightly amused, almost entertained by his fear. And this, this pissed you off. It was terrorizing Steven at this point. It turned its head, haloed by the pale light, and for the first time you heard it speak:

"Give it back, you fool."

For a millisecond you glared at it, and the entity looked back at you. Before you could attempt to confront it you were pulled down the hallway and out of the building by a screaming Steven.

Daylight suddenly flooded your senses. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted. You glanced down to see Steven curled up on the ground, the bag held securely in his arms.

"Marc? Where have you been?" You looked up at the source of the voice. A woman sat on a black scooter, inches from Steven. Her curly hair almost seemed to glow in the sunlight, framing her freckled face. 

"Layla?" Steven looked up at her, surprise and confusion evident in his voice.

She reached out a hand to Steven and helped him up. "Who are you?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes narrowed at you.

You nervously gave her your name with a small smile. "I-I'm a friend of Steven's."

She nodded before turning back to Steven. "Okay...We need to talk."

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The three of you met back up at Steven's flat. You were surprised that Steven still wanted you to stay. Layla seemed to have answers for him. You didn't know where you stood with Layla, especially finding out she was married to Marc, who may or may not also be Steven. She quite understandably regarded you with some suspicion of your relationship with him. You didn't want to make Layla upset with you, but Steven had asked you to stay and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him no.

You felt awkward, and out of the loop, so you focused on your surroundings. It was similar to your flat, with the same bathroom tile, and the large kitchen window, but it had the details that made it very much Steven's. A large map of Egypt hung by the door, framed by postcards, displaying various landmarks. You couldn't ignore the large fish tank and of course, the single goldfish that swam in it. Not-Gus, you remembered. Steven had told you about him several times, how he picked him out because of his one fin. It made him special. You couldn't help but notice the chosen tank decor. Your eyes then drifted to the large bookshelves. You knew Steven was a bit of a bookworm, you had that in common, but you were surprised to find his flat was bordering on being considered a small library. It was certainly impressive, and the trinkets scattered about it drew your eye.

They exchanged a brief conversation about poetry in French. You glanced at the large desk by the window, books in piles on the top. You smiled to yourself as you noticed the desk under it had the pyramid paperweight you got him. One book lay open, but you were unable to make out the subject. They briefly discussed, hieroglyphics, and you couldn't help but see how excited it made Steven. Layla then took out divorce papers and you felt like you really shouldn't be there. You couldn't help but notice the glimmer of disappointment in Layla's eyes as she presented them to Steven. You turned your gaze away and looked to the ground. 

 You looked up as Steven began to open the duffel bag. He froze suddenly, seeming to double-guess himself. 

"I-it's nothing." Steven muttered as he grabbed the bag tighter. 

"Nothing?" Layla asked, before shoving him aside. You furrowed your brows at this and glanced at Steven. He didn't look at you, instead, kept his eyes locked on the bag as Layla went through it. You turned your attention to the bag, wondering what about it was so important.

Holy shit! 

Was that a gun?

Layla took a scarab out of the bag, opening a whole other can of worms, and feelings between them. Mainly more confusion on Steven's part. You weren't sure what to do or even think at this point, how to make sense of any of this. Honestly, you weren't quite sure what was happening anymore.

 "Take it. Take it. I don't want it. I swear." Steven attempted to offer her the scarab, causing her to pause. "Have it. I am not Marc Spector. I'm Steven Grant. I work at a gift shop. I used to work at a gift shop. And I-I'm in real danger and I think you might be the only person who can help me."

She opened her mouth, preparing to respond.

"Please." He begged.

 "You really don't remember why we've been looking for this?" She gently shook the scarab, " Our adventures? Or our life together?"

 "Oh god I wish I could."

 This whole situation was becoming more complicated by the second, so the knocking at the door was very much not welcomed by you.

"Steven Grant, can we have a word?" A muffled voice asked behind the door.

 "Oh, God, they've come for me." Steven said, his eyes wide. 

"Why?" Layla furrowed her brows.

 "I vandalized the toilet." Layla looked at you for an explanation. You just shook your head and sighed. Best to leave it for another time.

The knocking continued.

"Yeah, just a minute." Steven scurried over to the door.

"Steven Grant?" A voice asked.

 "Yeah?"

"DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here."

Your attention was drawn from the door by Layla gently taking your wrist. She put a finger to her lips before she steered you to the large window and quietly opened it. She dropped your wrist before climbing up onto the window still. 

What was she doing?

You furrowed your brows, and she motioned you to follow her. You glanced back at Steven, who was still by the door, before turning back to her. Seeing the seriousness in her eyes you did, albeit hesitantly. You maneuvered behind her on the roof, back to the wall. 

Gods. Oh gods. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t look down.

Layla checked on you, making sure you could stay steady before listening to the conversation inside. You couldn't make out much from your position, you were a bit preoccupied with not having a panic attack on the roof. There was something about... police...a fake passport? You hoped Steven was okay, really wishing that this could just be a big misunderstanding. 

After what felt like forever, Layla turned to you after checking the window. "They took him."

"What! Did you hear where?"

"No. But if we hurry we can follow the car." You blinked, surprised at her inclusion of you. What could you do to help any of this? So far you've just been there for emotional support, but things are complicated now. Steven needed more help or support than you could offer. She held her hand out to help you back inside. You took it and hopped inside the flat before following her down several flights of stairs. Once outside, she got on her scooter and turned to you.

 "You care about him right?" She asked. 

 She already knew the answer. 

 But you did. 

 You really did. 

 "Yeah, I do. Of course, I do." You said softly, nodding.

"Okay. Get on."

She gestured for you to sit behind her. You straddled the seat, your hands hovering awkwardly.

 Would it be too awkward to hold onto her waist? What if she didn't want you to? You just met for the first time less than an hour ago, and are basically strangers. But that's what you were supposed to do on these things. Right? 

You took a breath to stop yourself from overthinking, you had bigger things to worry about. Hesitantly, you placed your arms around her waist, leaning close to her. You almost swore you glimpsed her smirk at that as she started the scooter, causing you to tighten your hold on her.

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Well. This was definitely not what you expected the cult of Ammit to look like. You thought it would be more...cult-like. Weird human murder rituals, maybe some chanting in ancient Egyptian around a fire, and more focus on the devouring of hearts bit. Instead, there were community gardens, kitchens, and...indoor movie nights.

You turned to Layla from your hidden corner, both of you sharing a puzzled look as you took in the view. You scanned the crowd, attempting to find Steven. It took you a moment before you noticed him sitting at the table with another man. Harrow, you remembered Steven telling you. You couldn't make out much of the conversation. Movement caught your attention from the corner of your eye. In front of you, Layla was beginning to creep forward, towards the kitchen area, scarab clenched tightly in her hand.

 "Can you fight?" She turned back to you for a moment.

"Uh, yeah, a bit. Just enough to defend myself." There were at least fifty people in the room. How on earth was she going to grab Steven and get out by the two of you throwing a few punches? 

 "Okay." She nodded, "Good. We're going to have to try to make a run for it. Let's get Marc and get out."

 You nodded, sucking in a breath as she lead you to the front of the doorway.

 "Where is the scarab." You heard a voice demand.

 "I have it." Layla announced, her voice echoing in the large room. She stepped forward, glancing around the room.

"Let me have it. I'll keep it safe." Harrow said, eyes locked on the golden beetle.

"There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this. Fix this!" The bird-man was back suddenly, standing behind Steven. You peered around the entity, offering a small smile to Steven as you and Layla stopped next to him.

"Summon the Suit." Layla told Steven.

 "S-sorry what?"

"Summon the suit." She looked at him confused, he didn't know what she meant.

 "Summon the soup? What are you saying-"

 "The suit. And keep this safe." She handed him the scarab.

"So be it." Harrow announced.

"Let's go! Let's Go!" She grabbed both you and Steven and began to drag you along. 

A few people began to make their way toward you. You took a breath and clenched your fists. As the group got too close the three of you shoved them off, before breaking into a sprint. You and Steven took off after Layla up the metal stairs, footsteps thundering. You heard a thump and a sound like shattering glass, coming from the lower floor.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

 Oh no.

 You suddenly, and quite conveniently remembered that Steven mentioned Harrow had the ability to summon things.

"Steven!" Layla shouted. You lost sight of her as she found the corner, replaced with a man blocking the path forward. You both stopped. The chaos beginning to unfold was beginning to feel overwhelming. You risked a glance back, a group of people were making their way up the stairs. The two of you were trapped. Unsure of where to go next, you hesitated, debating whether to attempt to swing at him or face the group behind you. Steven took this chance to grab your hand and pull you past the man and up another stairway, just in time to see Layla throw someone over the railing.

"That was awesome." Steven complimented her. You nodded quickly in agreement, before sprinting after them. Maybe later you could ask Steven if you could take his wife out sometime.

As you panted, your feeling of unease returned, stronger this time. Whatever Harrow had summoned was not too far behind you. You made it through a pair of wooden doors, Steven and Layla locking them behind you.

You took a gasp of air, and looked at Steven, "Jackal." 

"Oh my god," Steven muttered. "I'm going to die in an evil magician's man cave."

Layla rushed over to him. The doors began to rattle. If this was the same thing that Steven had encountered before behind a metal door, there was no way you'd stand a chance.

"No. No. Hey. Listen to me. Your name is Marc. You have a suit, I've seen you use it. You bring it out. " Steven shook his head, getting more panicked by the second

You turned your attention to the door, the rattling getting faster. 

 Shit.

Normal ghosts couldn't hurt you. Normal ghosts couldn't kill you. But this wasn't a ghost, or a spirit, or anything you were familiar with. You glanced around for something to use as a potential weapon. 

Sarcophagi, more sarcophagi.

Chair!

You picked up the small chair. It was already well on its way to crumbling, you'd just have to help it along. You tossed it as hard as you could. The leg cracked off, thankfully just enough to serve as a short rod. You picked it up and tightened your grip around it. The rattling became louder, and faster.

"Hey, guys!" You looked at them, Steven and Layla crouched on the ground. "We don't have much longer."

Layla glanced at you, and looked around the room, in an effort to locate an exit.

"Let's go." She hopped up a ladder. You were about to follow her when the doors were flung open. The jackal let out a cry and began to run toward you and Steven. He started to back away, and you prepared to swing. 

 One...

Two...

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the final swing.

Three-

You were thrown aside as the jackal shoved past you. You landed on your side, the wooden leg clattering against the floor. 

Ow.

What ensued next happened in a blur. 

You briefly registered that the jackal charged into Steven, just in time to see them both tumble out the window.

You glanced at Layla, in shock before scurrying to stand. You clutched the rod before making it down the fire escape. You begin to search the unfamiliar setting looking for Steven. You felt on edge, and ready to jump into fight or flight mode, so when you heard the splintering of wood it nearly caused you to jump out of your skin. You turned to see a white blur get thrown through a wooden gate.

The man in a completely white suit with a mask, topped with a crescent moon and glowing eyes, then immediately proceeded to rip a bumper off a car.

 "Y-you look different." Layla commented. So this must be a similar suit to the one she referenced earlier.

"Steven! Look out!" As much as you'd love to comment on this surprising wardrobe change, you were busy watching as the jackal stalked up behind him. 

It slammed him against a car. Layla tried to walk toward him but you grabbed her arm. She looked at you. 

"Don't. It's right there."

"No! Don't try and come near me!" Steven warned as he was thrown against the car again. The jackal turned to her, letting out a deep growl and baring its teeth.

You tried to pull her away but the jackal swiped at her before you could, throwing her onto the ground, and pulling you along with her. The fall happened too quickly for you to brace yourself, and your head hit the ground. You brought a hand to the spot and hissed. You turned around when you heard glass shatter.

Layla stood by the jackal, shards of broken glass revealing it. It roared, before proceeding to take them both by the neck. You stood and felt for the rod. It was gone. You frantically looked for something you could use. Your eyes caught a glint, and you turned to see a decent-sized shard of glass. You clutched it, before making your way behind the jackal, keeping your steps quiet. It sneered at Steven as he fought against its grip, Layla attempting to do the same. You took a breath and shoved the shard into its lower back. It howled. Then it tossed them aside, before turning towards you, snarling. and doing the same. You hit the damp stone ground again and groaned. 

Your attacks were barely doing anything to the creature. Without an actual weapon or a way to escape the three of you didn't stand a chance.

Your attention was caught by a scream.

 Layla.

You glanced around. Finally located the wooden leg off to the side. As you clutched it, you noted the crack beginning to form. You looked back to Layla, the jackal held her by her leg. Steven charged towards it only to be knocked aside. You prepared to run towards the jackal. Only to stop, when you heard Steven shout.

"Yeah. I see you-you pug-ugly coyote. You're on the wrong ends, mate. You're in my yard now." He threw his jacket on the ground and rolled his sleeves. He had entirely too much confidence for someone who just got tossed around like a rag-doll. You looked at Layla, your confusion mirrored on her face.

"Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. My name's Steven with a 'V'!" He hit it square in the face, before exclaiming excitedly. He called to you and Layla, "Did you see that!" Right before being kicked into the street, repeatedly slammed against a bus, and falling to the ground, face first.

 Ouch. You cringed.

You took a step towards him, preparing to make sure he was okay. Layla grabbed your arm and nodded towards the street. You looked back to Steven watching as he stood. His suit... changed. Strands of linen wrapped around him, ending with a hood and cape. He turned to face the two of you, eyes still glowing. You blinked, taking in the new situation. You couldn't help but notice this was the second appearance of the crescent moon on the costume. Weird. 

"Get it out of here!" Layla shouted.

Steven hopped on top of a van, before climbing up a nearby building, the jackal pursuing him. A second later, he disappeared onto the roof.

Layla turned to you a few moments later. "Come on. I'll drive you home. We should probably should check that cut out. It doesn't look too good." You were a bit surprised at how calm she sounded. The three of you had just faced a dangerous entity summoned by the power of an ancient goddess. You shook lightly.

"Cut?" You asked.

Almost as if an answer, you felt a drop of warm liquid run down the side of your face. You felt it and brought your finger back to find it stained red. The adrenaline began to wear off, and you noted pounding on the side of your head.

"O-oh." You followed her, trailing behind a bit, processing what happened. "But what about Steven? The jackal?"

"He's got the suit now. He'll be okay, this isn't the first time he's done stuff like this." You nodded. The two of you turned the corner and met with the scooter. You climbed on.

The sound of shuffling behind you caught both of your attention. You turned to see a man hand a golden, and suspiciously scarab-shaped object to Harrow. He took the man's hand. You saw him convulse briefly, before dropping to the ground. 

Dead. 

What shocked you besides the murder that only occurred a few yards from you, was that this man's soul leave didn't leave the way you were used to. You felt a hunger from Harrow. And you had a distinct feeling that the soul had been...eaten. Consumed? But not by him. Through him. That was the only way you could attempt to explain it. Just as Harrow began to turn towards you, Layla sped off, leaving you to wonder what you had just witnessed.

Ao3 Wattpad Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[allsketchesnononsense]

I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT THE PSYCHOPOMP HELMET AND I HAVE TO ASK HOW’D YOU MAKE IT??

i wanted to cosplay her at some point in the future but i’ve never tried my hand at prop making or anything of that matter really so i can’t wrap my head around any like basic concepts to make the psychopomp itself 😭😭

sorry for taking abit to answer, wanted to make sure I was at my PC to answer so I can give Exact Images n stuff of what I got/used

warning: you're gonna need some serious power tools for this. alotta bits I had to get help from my dad bc he has SO MANY hobbies that involve power tools lol

SO

For the base:

you need a good helmet. n finding one of those ain't easy, so you're probs gonna haveta Make Do with something you can cut parts off of.

I used something like this, but cut off the parts that jut out at the ears and the lip at the front. The internal bit that keeps your Actual Head from touching the Actual Helmet is VERY helpful bc (atleast w/ mine) it wasnt a layer of foam or anything that'd be finnicky, it was just straps.

theoretically could also use a cheap-y baseball helmet though obvi you still gotta Mutilate it

For the accessories™:

The antannae are actual extendable radio antannae I harvested from an old boombox n another thing, but you can buy JUST the antannae online

the megaphone/satellite dish bit my dad helped me cut n gut a car alarm type thing and attatch it w/ this silicone stuff he had on hand

And the headphone pieces on the sides are a set of vintage radio headphones I found at a thrift store. these to be exact (they're not v rare n go for 10-30 bucks on ebay)

Though any old, chunky headphones could easily work. These were just what I had on hand. And, as a useful thing, the metal prongs connecting to the headband were perfect to easily bolt in place on the helmet and keep them flexible for easy putting on and taking off. The little radio speaker-y bits on the outside I added my dad had laying around though obvi not 1000% Necessary

And that's all really for the easily bought supplies

The front plate is Literally just a chunk of sheet metal he happened to have on hand, and added the bolts to. The fifth bolt in the middle is the only Functional one that actually attatches to the helmet

And the bit keeping the wires in place is a piece of plastic we melted to shape, painted accordingly, then hot glued in place. Added the screws to make it look abit more Cohesive with the rest of it.

The staples specifically on mine are holes drilled then w/ v thin wire fed through and twisted and trimmed.

Some smaller seams n details I added with super glue since it gave a v subtle raised effect, and bc it cracked in shipping I had to super glue some of the cracks back together Anyways lmao

also had to do alot of spraypainting to get it the right color. Make sure to paint the "accessories" seperate before assembly bc trying to tape off everything could end up Annoying and that way the metal bolts and the plate can retain their orig metal color to add contrast.

Also make sure you get Matte paint, bc it'll look goofy shiny. Preferably something meant for outdoor use bc those will have the more gritty textures you're looking for n its easy to find.

For any extra scuffing n details I did some dry brushing w/ grey and black acrylic to add depth. Best way to do it imo is add some drybrush with a scrappy old paintbrush then wipe away some with a paper towel

or just use a paper towel with a v tiny, thinly spread bit of paint

Hopefully this helps atleast some!! If you need more detailed shots of my helmet for better reference just lemme know, I just dont feel like going to grab her rn for a photo shoot lmao

Good luck w/ your helmet!! n be sure to post it lots when you're done!!

It'll be sick as hell to see how your interpretation turns out!

just be careful bout wearing it too long

start seeing things you're not supposed to

knowing things you're not supposed to

[imsiriuslyreading]

Thank you my babeeeee @amour-anguis for tagging meeee!

spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

okay.. buckle up laskdalskdja

I - In This Shirt - The Irrepressibles M - Mess Is Mine - Vance Joy S - Sky Full Of Song - Florence & The Machine I - I Was All Over Her - Salvia Palth R - Rich Girl - Daryl Hall & John Oates I - I Need My Girl - The National U - Unknown/Nth - Hozier S - Selah - Emeli Sande L - Like Real People Do - Hozier Y - Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey R - Rocket Man - Elton John E - Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners A - Abstract (Psychopomp) - Hozier D - Dancing On My Own - Robyn I - I Wanted To Leave - SYML N - Nicole - Taylor Ashton G - God Save The Queen - Sex Pistols

@januaryfirstreads @olocked @assclaptherapy @remakaz @thisliminalspacedaydreams @solmussa @imdamagecontrol

@industrations @greenvlvetcouch @waxingrunes @withmetoghosts

@motswolo @alarainai @soliloquy-dawn @odessities @emjayeingray @eniaos @reubyrd

fuck me is that enough people yet? I'm done bro

[an-unraveling-unknown]

It's been a bit, and I think I've forgotten some. Can you give me a brief rundown of your little guys?

Hiya Bones, I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE YOU A BRIEF RUNDOWN ON MY LITTLE GUYS!!! (thank you thank you thank you!!) (its not as brief as it should be I'm so sorry)

I still have yet to name this project: My first original project! I have no ideas for the plot LMAO /crying a little

Locke: Ancient android cursed to carry the physical fear of an entire very dead race of beings that they have identified as 'human,' the same thing they classify the people they see today. Travels a lot, he generally likes to keep moving - has taken up the mantel of unofficial psychopomp. Likes people (from a distance,) dressing up, engaging in human activism in whatever way they can, and Deimos. Dislikes having a lack of bodily autonomy. Was called 'Rue' once (Agender, but he has a fondness for He/They)

Deimos: Your local embodiment of human fear, and human fear specifically. Laughs in the face of gender on a daily basis, mostly due to the fact that he's a shapeshifter (generally shifting into the specifically held fear of whatever society he happens to be around) Drama queen, constantly makes either slightly too old or slightly too new pop culture references that Locke could never hope to understand, but he found a good audience with The Children. Deeply just wants social connection, a bit of a hard feat when you're immortal, and unfortunately something he couldn't find in Locke due to their own circumstances. For a while, at least. (Genderfluid, but currently favors he/him)

The Children: Collective term for all the people and non-people Deimos has unofficially adopted - still workin on them, but I CAN tell you that Charlotte (third youngest) has ties to 'Charlotte's Web' and the 1829 poem 'The Spider and the Fly' and also happens to be an anthropomorphic spider, while Marley is (probably) from Boston (youngest). Not all technically children by human standards, but pretty much everyone is a kid when you're Deimos's age

(other little guys below. forgive me for the massive text blocks)

Undertale AU: Some context, this revolves around two of my ocs in an au that is basically be adding non-canon context with plot; Sunny and Z!* Sunny ran away from home after extenuating circumstances and an argument with her parents, kind of as a 'last hurrah' of sorts, and Z tagged along because of his own reasons. Both of them found themselves in the underground and are now constantly wondering if they went and died about it because Undertale is actually a thing that exists in their universe

Sunny: He is a trainwreck, and is also probably the closest I'll ever get to a self-insert (but it's moreso me when I was 12-ish inserted into a 17 y/o's body). Compassionate at heart, she likes the sciences and being outdoors and philosophical things; math is latin to her (dead,) and she knows a fair amount of sign language. Utterly thrilled to be in the underground for the most part, something he and Z have conflict about - doesn't like talking about his childhood. Yellow coded as in warning (She/Him, Aroace)

Z: Also a huge freakin clusterfuck and Sunny's best friend, but Z is more contained than not. The funny one of the two, Super tech efficient, the fella loves cryptography and all things coding, made a rick-roll virus once on the family computer and now that very same computer exists half-alive in the garage - he'd like to be a game dev someday. Used to get hurt and sick a lot when he was younger. Z refuses to be alone with his thoughts, so he practically throws himself at anything declared constructive at a contstant rate, very much unlike his friend. Knows Sunny has a lot going on with the imminent move to Europe and all, but they shouldn't, cannot stay here damnit (He/Him, Straight)

*not their actual names, but they can't really say their actual names due to extenuating plot reasons and 'Sunny' n 'Z' is what Flowey called them upon first encounter.

BG3: The Baldur's Gate 3 duders!! neither Aeonian nor Monad really fit into forgotten realms lore, considering I picked them up from a separate Stardew Valley AU project and threw them at my current hyperfixation without a lick of research cos I figured it would be no problem. I was sadly mistaken, but we're making it work (even amidst the greek myth n gaelic folklore parallels which are now just outside-of-story meta)

Aeonian: My Tav!! Best put (in your words exactly) as a sad little tissue paper man. Unofficial bard and humanoid-shaped creature (Physical Embodiment of Death at Sea, to be precise) who is not normally humanoid-shaped, but is doing it anyway because their sister is missing and they have a guard dog complex to uphold. Looks like a very tall and very blue twig that could snap in the wind, but what they lack in intimidation they receive in cleverness and wit with a little bit of added bardic charmisa. They did not at all wish to claw themselves out of the sea with gritted teeth and sheer drive alone, and while they aren't necessarily cold, they also aren't here to make friends. This is currently being conflicted by the fact that they give a shit. Character development follows the rock cycle (They/Them, Demirose)

Monad: Aeonian's older sister and Embodiment of Life at Sea - the braver of the two, having ventured up to the surface first and kept going despite being kidnapped by pirates more times than ve can count on both hands - ve is here to have a good time and a good time only. Lively and charismatic, he loves the pleasures of life, people, life in general, and Aeonian. Took up the druid class, as she told her sibling, and was in the midst of learning how to wild shape before she went up on a surface outing one day and didn't come back. Ve's more secretive than Aeon knows (Ve/Her/Himself and very much a lesbian)

[saybiwithme]

URL tag game

rules of the game: write one song for every letter in your url, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

Tagged by @spookylostboy ❤️

H - human by Christina Perri

E - Everybody hurts by R.E.M.

A - An Unfinished Life by Audiomachine

R - Ready or Not by Fugees

T - This is your life by Switchfoot

S - Saturn by Sleeping at Last

H - Handclap by Fitz and The Tantrums

A - Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

P - Polaris by Ivan Dominik

E - Eat your young by Hozier

D - Diamonds by Megan Thee Stallion

V - vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

O - Orange Juice by Noah Kahan

W - Way down we go by KALEO

S - Somebody to die for by Hurts

This was so hard omg but anyway tagging: @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @rogerzsteven, @prettyboybuckley, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiescowboy, @buddierights, @lucydonato, @spotsandsocks, @superdanys, @honestlydarkprincess, @giddyupbuck, @elvensorceress, @eddiediaaz & @m-y--p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s

[honeysuckle-fae]

Thank you for the tag, @tastyfiddle !

The rules are: pick a song for each letter of your url

h - Her Sweet Kiss from The Witcher s1 soundtrack

o- Orange Juice by Noah Kahan

n - Not Yet/Love Run (Reprise) by The Amazing Devil

e - Eastside by Benny Blanco ft Halsey and Khalid

y - Youth by Daughter

s - Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall

u - Unraveling by The Crane Wives

c - Cuando Los Ángeles Lloran - Unplugged by Maná

k - K by BUMP OF CHICKEN

l - Love in the Middle of a Firefight by Dillon Francis ft Brendon Urie

e - Extraordinary Girl / Letterbomb by Green Day

f - From a Cage by Envoi

a - Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

e - Eyes Wide by Meadowlark

I turned it into a playlist if you're interested!

I'll go ahead and tag @cure-teacup , @beef-wellingay , @goosemixtapes , @harehearts , and @burialcloth ! And whoever else would like to participate!

[catflowerqueen]

https://youtu.be/CCqNPv-Z9JQ?si=w2xSYCpRW503RDbk

Lol. This song gives me (from what I know of them) Psychopomp Y/N vibes.

Sorry this took so long to answer! My computer was in the shop for like a week and I just got it back today.

This song does fit the endgame for them! Less so their own opinion of themselves, and more the understanding everyone (mainly Sun and Moon) have of what their actual job is.

[halo-lili]

I think my most Y/N Wattpad moment was when me and my boyfriend were driving home from a pumpkin patch and Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier was playing and right as the “SEE HOW IT SHINES” part started we went around a curve and there were orange trees lining a river near a big open wildflower field and it was golden hour and I cannot explain the euphoria I felt right then

[allsketchesnononsense]

this psychopomp character looks super cool, what game are they from? and could we get some more info on that new oc you posted in that last psychopomp art?

she's from the game of the same name, Psychopomp! :D

It's free on steam! Super weird and horror-y and atmospheric with lotsa mystery n lore to try and pick apart. I love lookin at the steam discussions bc people always have cool observations my peanut brain never picked up on

but it's also got a dark sense of humor n is jus Fun

and I love our protag w/ all my lil heart

And my funny lil OC is named Blythe!

She's taken up residence in the catacombs beneath the town that Psychopomp goes stomping around in in-game. She's got that TBH stare n minor brain damage, but she's a sweetheart. she's Lightly Dungeon Meshi inspired bc I made her be pretty good at figuring out how to eat what she can find down there, even if it seems Less Than Edible. She's got some serious issues but I wont get into it.

She likes to hang out with the species of creatures called "Thraits" that also have made home down there after humans took over the surface. She shares food with them and they let her hang in their villiage n teach her about their culture since she's so curious about it.

She got fanny packs for snaccs and uses a soup pot for a weapon and I lov her

but yee. checka out the game it's super cool n thamnk for asking about my babygirl :'D

[emcon-imagines]

“DATING CAROL DANVERS BUT FEELING INSECURE BECAUSE SHE’S THIS POWERFUL, GODLIKE BEING AND YOU’RE JUST A REGULAR HUMAN (MARVEL)”

gif // requester: anon ​​// request here

It was hard to not be insecure when you started dating Carol. The first time you met her, she had saved your life, coming to you just as you thought your own world was ending, as if the glowing being you were seeing was some sort of angel or psychopomp. But it wasn’t. It was Carol, and she had saved you life and you had fallen in love before you were even brought back to solid ground, while her arms were wrapped around you to keep you safe in the descent.

She noticed that you were insecure, always comparing yourself to her powers, saying you wish you had abilities, something that you could give to the world. You hated feeling insignificant, no matter how much she reassured you.

“Look, y/n,” Carol said one night after returning from a mission. “Do you know how much you’ve changed my world?”

You shook your head, picking at the blanket the two of you shared on the couch.

“Powers or no powers, I see the effect you have on the world around you every day. I like you because you’re you, just the way you are.”

[yandere-daydreams]

If I don’t get to date at least *one* supernatural entity, then what’s even the point?

The first time you two met, it’d been an accident.

Only on rare occasions did he have to collect souls himself. There were countless reapers, psychopomps, collectors, call them what you will, guiding spirits down to the underworld, where they would be judged, assorted, etc. All the official nonsense got tiring, after a few dozen millennia. But, today’d been particularly… busy. An all-hands-on-deck situation, one that required everyone to do their part. And he was nothing if not happy to visit his oh-so-cherished humans.

He’d been in a hospital, when it happened, a recently-passed patient laying on the cot in front of him. It was a slow, time-consuming process, coaxing the spirit out of its body. One that required his complete, unwavering, undisturbed foc-

“(Y/n)!”

Reflexively, the man twisted around, one hand still resting on the cadaver in front of him. A young child, no more than ten, stood in the doorway, hands clenched into fists and eyes wide, unblinking. It was a normal reaction for a mortal. But, your eyes weren’t looking at the bed, or even the increasingly annoying monitors.

No, you were staring at him.

Immediately, he was confused. You couldn’t have been able to see him. The dying were the only ones who were close enough to his domain to do so, and even then, you shouldn't have been able to see him clearly. But here you were, undeniably staring into his eyes. Of course, he did the only thing he could think to do, smiling down at your smaller form, waving with the hand that wasn’t currently resting on a dead man’s shoulder. That did little to comfort you, though. He could see your shoulders grow more tense as you opened your mouth, only to be cut off by an older woman grabbing your shoulders, covering your eyes as soon as she saw the flatline.

Still, you were undeterred, pulling at her hand as you spoke. “Who’s that?”

“Oliver,” She answered, starting to drag you away. “And yes, sweetheart, he lives here.”

At this, you smiled. You stopped resisting your guardian, letting her take your hand and lead you away without another argument. Still, you waved as you left, your tone almost giddy. “Bye, Oliver!”

He watched the doorway silently, only going back to his work when he couldn’t hear your footsteps. But, a grin was still tugging at his lips, a subconscious gesture that wasn’t completely unpleasant.

Oliver. He liked that. It sounded sweet, almost endearing.

Oliver. 

~

The second time you met was less coincidental. 

He hadn’t been watching you, but he had thought to keep an eye on the child who endeared him so. Every few years, he’d think back to your small encounter, sending one of his underlings to ‘check in’ on you, taking solace in the small report they’d bring back. He liked seeing you grow, examining the fine young adult you became.

But, it still took seven years before he could visit you personally.

This time, he was the one loitering in a doorway, peering into the morgue curiously. You worked at a funeral home, now, much to his satisfaction. And listening to you hum quietly, working on the woman currently lying on your metal table wich such care… it filled him with an odd, warm feeling. More tangible than the interest you sparked as a child, and so much more... vivid. 

He wanted to stand there, watching you, observing you, enjoying you, for as long as he could get away with. But, he knew that wouldn’t be enough. It hadn’t been for months.

“Looking for the mortician?” You called, causing him to glance around, looking for who you might’ve been talking to. Luckily, it only took him a moment to remember why you’d caught his eye in the first place, the shock washing over him in shallow, anxiety-filled waves. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as you continued despite his silence. “He’s on break, but I can take a message, mister…”

“Oliver,” He finished, hoping you didn’t hear the crack in his voice. He had to force himself to take another step forward, then another, until he almost standing at your side. “Don’t… don’t worry about it, I’d prefer to wait. You’re still an apprentice?”

“For another six months,” You chuckled, still not looking away from your work. Your voice was slightly muffled, a facemask covering everything but your eyes. But, he wasn’t disappointed. You did have such lovely eyes, after all. “Or, until I learn how to apply eye-shadow, as my instructor would love to tell you.”

At this, he wanted to laugh. Jokes were uncommon in his domain. Everyone he encountered was overcome with existential terror, understandably, which made for a rather poor sense of humor. But, there was something… wrong about you. There were dark circles under your eyes, ones that looked smaller in pictures, a slight tremble to your hand and a small bottle of pills sticking out of the pocket of your scrubs. Signs that something wasn’t as right as it should’ve been. 

All he could do was say the first thing that came to his mind.

“You’re dying.”

Instantly, your eyes snapped over to him. With a sigh, you gently pulled down your face mask, straightening your back and crossing your arms. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave my cooler. You can wait in the parlor, or leave your number. I don't care.”

“You are.” The betrayal came on suddenly, unexplainably. You didn’t know him, and he barely knew you, but… why hadn’t you told him? Did he do something wrong? Did you not trust him? “You’re dying, and you didn’t tell me!”

You took a deep breath, fighting to keep your composure. “Sir, I met you minutes ago. My personal health does not concern you, and moreover, I’m asking you to leave.”

Oliver wasn’t sure why your coldness filled him with such a strong, unfathomable anger, but that didn’t stop him from gritting his teeth, shutting his eyes in an effort not to just end your life right now and get this over this. It would’ve been easy, too easy, all he had to do was touch you. And yet, he contained himself. You were something he treasured, even if he was only allowed to fixate on you in his spare time. And he was determined to show you that. “Tell me what it is,” He snapped, so loudly that you had to take a step back. “I can help you, just tell me.”

“Look,” You explained, your tone just as venomous as his. “I have a very rare, very incurable terminal illness. I’ve had it since I was born, I’ve lived with it, and one day, it’ll kill me! So, whatever snake oil you’re trying to sell isn’t going to fucking work, and I don’t want to try! You can either leave me alone, or I can call the police.”

It wouldn’t have mattered, but you didn’t know that. No, you were willing to call the authorities, to possibly incriminate someone who cared about you. Oliver pulled back, turning around and heading back towards the door he’d come from. He could disappear, leaving you with the impression that your morgue was haunted or something equally ridiculous, but punishing you for being so inconsiderate could wait.

He could wait.

~

The third time you met, Oliver was no-less than elated.

It took five years. Five long, long years, each one dragging on worse than the last. He wouldn’t let himself visit you again, but god, even that took more self-restraint that it should’ve. Now, one of his underlings was positioned to constantly watch you, waiting to alert him the moment you were on your deathbed before bringing directly to his throne room. Reports became daily, pictures of anything and everything he might find interesting included. He wasn’t just ‘curious’ anymore, no, it was so much more than that.

He loved you, Oliver had realized that. He loved you so, so much.

It was a blessing when his informant finally returned, bowing coldly before leaving you scared and alone in front of him. Oliver was quick to act, already standing and clutching your hand as your eyes darted around the room, your shoulders shaking visibly. This time, you didn’t try to pull away, much to Oliver’s relief.

“I… I’m supposed to be dead,” You choked out, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. Oliver was quick to pull you into his chest, hushing you as you began to sob into his shirt. “I’m supposed to be dead, but I’m here, and so are you, and I don’t know where we are-”

You were cut off by another cry, the sound quickly stifled as Oliver pulled you closer. He was hushing you now, but still wearing that toothy, wide smile of his. “You are, (Y/n). Dead as one person can be.” He could feel you go tense, your confusion only growing, but he wasn’t going to let you go again. Not when he finally got to touch you.

“I never got to introduce myself properly, did I?” He asked, keeping his voice soft. With a slight whimper, you shook your head. Oliver had to smother a laugh at the meek gesture. “Your try people call me by many names. Hades, Osiris, Erlik…I am Death, love. King of the Underworld” He paused, pressing a light, lingering kiss into your forehead. “And you’re going to be my consort.”

[chloefranco]

Mortal Things

Nicholas Scratch X Reader

Summary: Nick asks reader out on a date and reader asks him what he wants to do. He wants to see and do mortal things. And reader is more than happy to show him around.

You were in your room with your cousin Sabrina, talking about things. Boys, curses, spells. When suddenly, Nick showed up in your room.

"When did you get here, Nick? I didn't hear you come in." You said as you patted your bed for him to sit down.

"I'm astral projecting. Sorry for not telling you." He said with an apologetic smile.

"I'll leave you two be. I need to ask Ambrose for a favour." Sabrina said as she turned around to wink at you. You mentally roll your eyes. "See you later, Nick. "

"Bye, Sabrina." Nick said.

Once she closed the door, you turned to Nick and smiled. He was always flirting with you. And you liked him and you know as hell that he likes you. But you're just not really ready for a relationship. He doesn't know that you like him. You're pretty good at hiding your feelings. He's always been a sweetheart to you and Sabrina. You think he's sweet for not being disgusted by mortals. He's actually really interested in everything you do outside of the Academy. So what Nick said next took you by surprise a bit.

"What's up?" You asked.

"Will you go on a date with me, (Y/N) Spellman?" He asked with that flirtatious look in his eyes. Your heart raced as he looked you in the eyes. You wonder how long he's been mustering up the courage to ask you that question.

"I would love to, Nick." You said as you gave him a smile. Hoping your cheeks weren't turning red. You might as well give him a chance. "What do you want to do?"

"Maybe you could show me around and do mortal things with you?" He asked nervously, hoping you don't think he's weird.

"You're the only warlock that even cares about the mortal world, Nick. But I would love to show you around. We can go to the cinema and watch a movie. I heard that there's a new horror film out. Or we can go to Dr. Cerberus'. We can go to the Carnival too."

Nick was just staring at you with so much love. He loved hearing you talk about your life and what you wanted to do. He didn't mind where and what you two do, he just wanted a reason to be with you. The fact that you said yes to going on a date with him is the best thing that ever happened to him. And you have no idea what you do to him.

"Sorry. Am I talking too much?"

"I could hear you talking all day." He said with a smile.

"Shut up, you're such a loser." You laughed.

"I'm serious. I don't care where we go, anywhere is better with you."

You were about to say something when you heard birds at your window. There were two Psychopomps. You read about those. When a witch or a warlock is astral projecting, they think they're dead and will carry them off to the hereafter.

"You should go, Nick." You said with worry.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional at this. Tomorrow? I'll be here to pick you up."

"Okay. By the way, can you teach me how to astral project?" You asked him with puppy eyes.

"Of course, anything." He winked and it sent butterflies flying around in your tummy.

"See you tomorrow, Nick." You said as he smiled and disappeared.

Part 2?

[manggojooz]

Lights

I just saw your appreciation post now but thank you so much!

I thought really hard about what song would be best for a fic and settled on Lights by BTS with either Jimin, Yoongi or Namjoon!

I’ve been having a Hell of a time working at the movie theater and waiting for my laptop to get fixed so I can properly begin writing again and been stressing super hard about college and a kpop school I’ll be going to in my 2nd or 3rd semester but this song just really resonated me; as did your post. It really made me smile lovely thank you so much for the inclusion!

Your writing is always such a treat to read and Take My Hands Now will probably always be in my top fics. Love you and keep doing what you do best- being you! 😘 -Sheridan

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A/N: @sevenincubistolemyheart thanks so much for sending this Sheridan! What kind of kpop school are you going to? I saw that you got your laptop back! I hope you get to start writing again and doing what makes you happy =) even if there is a lot of stress it will all be worth it one day~ fighting! 

BTW it’s my first time writing a total supernatural au kind of thing, I hope it’s not too bad xD just posting the first draft coz I’m excited… will edit later kekek and so sorry the read more function is not working on my phone… 

English lyrics taken from here

Pairing: Jimin x reader 

Word count: 2.6k approx

Genre: supernatural au; psychopomp/reaper!Jimin; part angst part romance; i would consider it a happy ending (y)  

Warnings: mentions of death, references to suicide; all non-explicit though

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You lay on your bed in the brightness of the morning sun that filtered in through the glass window etched into the slanted roof. This was the 154th Sunday you spent without him. 

Your phone buzzes next to you, there was no point checking it anymore. The only calls or messages you received were spam anyway. You should probably get some breakfast, but you let yourself lie in bed for a little longer, making up the excuse that the sun rays were too warm to walk away from. 

You tossed around and planted your face into the pillow, a gush of sourness running through the veins in your eyelids. Will he ever return to you? 

♫ “Sunday, when I can’t answer any calls or texts I’m not in the mood for anything Though not very often, I feel sick of it I feel a little helpless right now” ♫

—

You walked down the long spiraling stairs and out of the antiquated front door. You took a few steps back before looking up, the whiteness of the roof reflected the sunlight and made the tower look like it was glowing. 

“You are a lighthouse to me. But when I am not here, I wish you would be a lighthouse to whoever may need it”, his words resounded in the air. With that reminder, you trotted down the grayish path on top of the breakwater, heading towards the rocky coastline. 

In the time he has not been around, you had saved 29 people, pulling them from the icy water, just like he had done for you. 

♫ “But I still feel like I can save someone I hear your voice Within the noise, time stops We are connected by sound” ♫

—

Although it had been many years ago, that night remains vivid in your mind. You had closed your eyes, not wanting to see this world any more. Night times were the worst. In the darkness, the lights from each house, the light from each star, made each of them stand out more. Even as you were submerged in this darkness, the lights refracted through it. As if they were mocking you, the sole blackhole that did not allow brightness to exist. 

But the magic of light is this - even when you closed your eyes, it finds a way in, it penetrates through and it reaches you. 

“It’s not your time yet”, his voice was the most angelic. He has watched you for almost a year, month after month, and today he had been worried that it would be the last time. 

“Who are you?”, you coughed, hair and clothes all soaked. 

“Someone who is breaking the rules for you…”, he sits down next to you, the waves crashing into the rocks below. 

♫ “When I close my eyes In the darkness, your light  Lights the way for me We can walk forward without fear, you & I” ♫

—

His name is Jimin, and he’s been around for a long time, longer than he could remember. His sole purpose was to guide the souls lost at sea to the afterlife. It was a harrowing job at first, but as time went by, he gradually became desensitised. But you made him feel again.  

They only get to stay away from the sea one day in a month, and he had told you to wait for him in this lighthouse if you wanted to meet him again. This was his lighthouse, nobody else could enter, it helps him find the shore when he gets too tired or when everything becomes too disorienting. Even though it was unbelievable, even though you were somewhat afraid, you still waited and met him, that month, the next month, the month after. He was like the lighthouse keeping you away from hitting the rocks and drowning. 

“Why did you save me that night?”, you leaned against his shoulders comfortably snuggled in his embrace as you both sat on the bed. He was looking at the night sky through the glass roof, beams of light pulsing rhythmically towards the sea. 

“Because your soul was too bright”, he answered and you wondered if it was ironic since you had felt like your soul was hurting so much. He kisses your forehead gently, “thank you for being here, for being my lighthouse. Now I see the light so much better out at sea, because I know you are here, waiting for me.” 

♫ “You’re my light you’re my light Always shine into my heart You’re my light you’re my light No matter how far apart we are Your light shines on me” ♫

—

He tirelessly went back to sea the day after, flying with wings wider than an albatross. His wings were clipped on one side, and you had once asked him why. He told you there are souls who are kind, there are souls who are hurting, and there are souls who are evil. He was never to judge any of them, he only had to take them to the afterlife. But even then, he was often hurt by them. Even when people die, their souls don’t change much it seems. 

“Is it wrong if I say I love you?”, you hugged him before he left again, wanting to hold on to him just a little longer. 

“Love should never be wrong, Y/N. If it can be wrong then I guess I will be the first to be punished…”, he replied with a sadness in his eyes. His slender fingers pushes your hair away from your eyes, the sea breeze chilly, but his embrace always warm.  

♫ “All the angels who know pain Flying on damaged wings through the night Every time I’m thinking about love Every time I’m thinking about love” ♫

—

What kind of punishment does a person in love deserve? 154 Sundays of loneliness? 154 weeks of longing? And counting… 

You walked around shore the whole day, scanning around to see if there was anyone nearby. You put on your headphones as the sky turned darker and the first song which came on was too bright, so you skipped it and the next one too, until you reached one that was sorrowful enough. 

♫ “I don’t wanna listen to just happy songs I’ll face my loneliness, color my life Losing and gaining, but I’m still searching for something today” ♫

—

Why was this song so sorrowful? Was it the lyrics? Was it the tune? Or was it because he once sang it to you in his soft mellow voice? 

The things you used to think about flood back to you again. They nibble at your soul again. The darker the night grew, the darker the voices became. You crouched down, breathes short and fast, hands clutching the part of your chest where your heart rests beneath. It hurts so much, how do people endure such darkness? 

“I’m your light”, the lyrics of the song chants, and it was as if you could hear his voice singing it to you. You cannot give up. He said he can see the light better because you were there, you wouldn’t want him to lose the only light he has in the darkness either. 

♫ “Yeah I believe that things will change No one is perfect Even this moment has its own meaning And we are connected by sound” ♫

—

You continued walking down the coastline, that was when you see her struggling in the water. You ran into the freezing water without a second thought as she loses consciousness. Diving into the sea, you looked around for her but the water was pitch dark around you and there was an intense fear within you. 

The salty seawater was starting to sting your eyes and you closed them momentarily. When you opened your eyes again, one of the rotating beams from the tower flashes right into the water further away from you and finally you spot her floating there. 

You swam across as fast as you could and dragged her back to shore. 

♫ “When you close your eyes In the darkness, my light  Lights the way for you Let’s walk forward without fear, you & I” ♫

—

You wrapped her in the blankets and let her take the bed. She was shivering the whole night but you nursed her well with hot water bottles, warm milk and medicine.

As she finally went to sleep, you look up at the flashing light, thanking it. For keeping you alive, for keeping her alive. 

♫ “I’m your light I’m your light Always shine into your heart I’m your light I’m your light No matter how far apart we are Your light shines on me”♫

—

You didn’t sleep at all that night. This was the 30th person you saved. Some of them went in by accident, some of them regretted that they attempted, some of them unrepentant and you could only wonder if they will look for other ways.

But you learnt one thing. You weren’t alone after all, life wasn’t only mean to you. If darkness was a diseases, then light is probably the cure. The question was how do we find our cure? For each person it must be a different path, or perhaps, the cure finds us sometimes. 

You thought you had found yours, but you never knew that it was so elusive. Was he afraid to come back because you had fallen in love with him? He belongs, quite literally, in an entirely different world from you after all. The flashes of light overhead reminded you of why you were here. 

If not for him, you would have left this world a long time ago, without ever experiencing what it was like to be loved. Until the day he says it to you himself, until the day he tells you to leave, you will willingly stay here as his lighthouse. 

♫ “I never thought there’d be a sleepless night Turns out they weren’t lies And it made me get stronger What is love? If there’s an answer, I wanna know right now I’m breaking down I can see there’s light inside” ♫

—

Her name was Lucy, she lost her job and her boyfriend left her for another girl. 

“They always say we decide what it means to be happy”, she sobbed as you were making her breakfast the next morning, “and I had decided. It was my dream to marry him and have a family… and I was happy just being the team manager at my company. I had decided what makes me happy. But then… what’s the point… it’s all lies…” 

Sometimes when we settle down in happiness, life throws a curve ball and wrecks everything. “These are just growing pains”, “everything will pass”, “you will find happiness in other things”, you were often consoled in this way too. 

But you knew better than that, some things are just irreplaceable. 

“Hold it in your heart then, the darkness that is the happiness taken away from you”, you sat opposite her, handing her a plate of toast. 

“If you can’t let it go then keep it there. The more darkness you hold, the more precious you will find the light to be”, you continued. 

The people who lost the most are also the ones who treasure what they have the most. 

♫ “Dawn will come to the darkest of nights Overcome, even the future We won’t stop from now on Decide for yourself what it means to be happy Every day, take a step to grow up” ♫

—

A week passes and Lucy stayed with you. You two would walk along the shore every day, she even tried fishing one day, although she only ended up getting angry that none of the fishes were taking her bait. 

“Are you waiting for someone here?”, she asks you suddenly over dinner. 

“No… I just stay here alone”

“I know what it’s like to be waiting for someone you love. You don’t have to hide it… I can sense it whenever you look out at the sea. I hope he comes back soon”, her eyes looked straight into yours, just like a torch shining right in. 

♫ “But it’s okay sometimes To show weakness It’s okay to be you Don’t lie to yourself any more Everything connects by sound” ♫

—

“I think it’s time for me to leave, I should go now”, Lucy beams at you and waved. 

You smiled back at her and told her to be careful on her way. 

“If you are going to keep staying here, maybe you should fix the light…”, she suggests candidly. 

“What do you mean? The light is not spoilt, don’t you see it flashing every night?”, you frowned in befuddlement. 

“Really? I thought it wasn’t working, I didn’t see anything at all”, she became even more puzzled and you grew increasingly concerned. 

♫ “When I close my eyes In the darkness, your light  Lights the way for me We can walk forward without fear, you & I” ♫

—

You stood at the junction where the breakwater meets the shore. The sun was setting, and on cue, the lights flashes from the roof of the white tower. Lucy couldn’t see the lights? Why? You felt a chill down your spine and looked around. 

The air was as still as the impending night but you spotted a man standing halfway on the breakwater. How? You didn’t see anyone walking down the breakwater and you are standing right here at the entrance. 

“Sir, can I help you?”, you walked up to the man who looked rather aged. 

He chuckles softly, the sounds rolling in his chest, before saying, “Sometimes it is the other person that needs help. Maybe I could help you with something?” 

You were so confused but you decided what’s the harm of just asking him one question first, “Hmmm… do you perhaps see the lights from this lighthouse?”

“Do you?”, he asks cryptically.  

“I do… I see it every night”, you answered. 

“And what do you think the lights mean?”

You did not answer, and he smiles knowingly at you. 

“So long as the lights keep flashing, it means that he is alive. Don’t worry about that, just keep doing what you do now and he will come back”, he discloses. 

“Who- wait… you mean… are you talking about Jimin?”, your eyes widen. “Do you know him? Where is he now? Tell me please…”, you begged him. 

“You can’t go to where he is now… he is receiving his punishment, just like you are”, he answers. 

“What for? I… is it because of me?”, you voice began to shake. 

“It is because of you… he should have sent you on, but he broke the rules. Now he is being punished. So, all the more, keep his post well and wait for him. That’s all I’m here to say”, he casually instructed you. 

“What am I supposed to do? How long will he take to come back? What if I can’t wait until then? And I can’t possibly do what he does…”, you quibbled, reminding him of your mortal limitations. 

“Why wouldn’t you be able to? You have already been doing a little of his job for a while now”, he looked up at the lighthouse, “… and why do you think you can see the light but other people can’t?” 

♫“You’re my light you’re my light Always shine into my heart You’re my light you’re my light No matter how far apart we are Your light shines on me” ♫

—

You still had no idea when Jimin would come back. But you will wait for him, so long as the light flashes every night. 

And now you understand, you were not a light that was saving lives, you were only saving souls. 

♫“How far apart we are Your light shines on me”♫

[rosewatering]

Three questions: Seven of Pentacles, Ten of Pentacles and Ace of Wands! (lady-duskveil; too lazy to create a whole separate blog...)

          ❆⊰ ❛❛ LADY-DUSKVEIL (scowlet) 

★ Seven of Pentacles - what tests your character’s patience more than anything?

『✞』 ❝ Ah– goodness… ❜, the naiad-elf’s footfalls traipsed a small, circular path, her hands primly clasped at the small of her back.

❛ Th-the… the way that I’m often patronized, ❜ she breathed out a sigh ,❛–i-it’s just as much as I can handle, some days, when I’m told this sort of thing… Raenyste, y-you impetuous girl– dissociated girl– o-obsessive girl…❜ she crossed her arms beneath her bust, silvery brows knitting tightly,  ❛ N-now– I’d fancy that– even if I am th-these things–… I know quite a bit more than I let on. ❜ Her pallid lashes lowered, brushing against the dewy rose of her cheekbones, ❛ –and that… I-I find a remnant solace in.   ❞  🙨;;

★ Ten of Pentacles - in what aspect of your character’s life are they the most rich? Emotionally, physically, spiritually?

『✞』❝ Spiritually… yes, a-always, and forever… ❜

As her lashes lifted, the glassy grey of her eyes seemed to borrow light and reflect it again, ❛ S-since girlhood, I’ve had… a peculiar connection, t-to something greater than m-my own life… ❜, a small hand lifted to curl a pearlescent tress betwixt her digits, ❛ t-truthfully, I–… ❜, as her voice trailed off, a crestfallen tone replaced what could have been seen as wonder, and cast a shadow over it. She gripped onto the curl she held, eyes shutting tightly, ❛ …t-truthfully, I am afraid. I-I’ve been afraid… my entire life. Oh, my g-goodness– the lamentations, it never stops– I-I’m so s–… ❞, her breath hitched in her chest, refusing herself the right to speak any further. 🙨;;

ー☆* Ace of Wands - from where do you derive inspiration for your character?

『✞』oh, my little ghostly elf~ really, i’ve never stopped having inspiration for her, and so many things have gone to make her into what she is. but, there are a couple motifs that influence her the strongest…the first is religious motifs– there is something so ancient and beautiful about it, and the ideas of sin and martyrdom do carry into the universe she is in flawlessly. also, she has catholic guilt.the second is fairytales, with princesses and fairies– swan lake is always a source of inspiration for me. i love that odette is a princess who is alienated, and wholly inhuman due to her curse. the third is paranatural occultism– she is a psychopomp, and has many other paranatural, faery-like traits as well. i love magic, and raenyste is a character that is just made of it! 🙨;;      

*// thank u for asking ♡~ @scowlet