#;; out of the depths (ooc) ;;

[ooc-daria]

[seekerofcreation]

Hunter looks around the thicket in wonder.

"Woah that's so... cool!!"

They shiver again. It doesn't seem connected to their emotions this time.

"Uh... speaking of cool... is it cold in here, or is it just me..?"

There are goosebumps visible on their skin.

-@reasonably-cool-shiny-hunter

"If I recall correctly, ectoplasm, the substance of spirits, destroys heat, although that goes against science, from what I have seen, it is undeniable."

"The water was the magical sink for the keystone, purifying it's foul energy and consequently quite warm. It may be prudent to try out a ritual to rid yourself of the spirits or dip your toes in the water to rid yourself of the cold."

[galacticgrunt155]

What the FUCK

[a picture. The rain has softened somewhat, but electricity in the air lends static to the photo, and the sky is now a deep, dark crimson. So dark it's almost purple. The shadow of a massive, unfamiliar pokemon lurks across the clearing, and Toto and André stand in front of Rei protectively.]

[spidersins]

angel dust: character inspiration

chloe ( don't trust the b in apartment 23 ) sarah lynn ( bojack horseman ) astarion ancunin ( baldur's gate 3 ) pietro maximoff ( xmen evolution ) tamaki suoh ( ouran high school host club ) max black ( 2 broke girls )

[evoblue]

Please like this post if you would like to plot a thread or dynamic between our muses!

I will slowly reach out over the next week or so to talk about things. Mutuals, if you're interested in exchanging discord handles, let me know!

[saltscars]

Babygirl is currently surrounded by devils/demons, aasimir, and demigods 👁👄👁

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[mimikinyuu]

(ooc post: i love how unique and varied everything is on rotomblr.. yall have such cool ideas i shouldve started this blog sooner so i could play touys with everyone)

[ask-wren-zhang]

For your ask post:

If they were ever granted one wish, what would they wish for?

Sighs in wistful lactose intolerance, "to eat a cheesecake." 😔

[hellsgreatestperformance]

Hey all, sorry I haven’t been around. I just needed a small step back but I’m feeling a bit better so I wanted to make a little post about something.

I’ve been here for three months and I appreciate getting to do stuff with a lot of you and feeling so welcomed to the community.

I’ve been writing for years now and find it a little exciting and scary to jump into new fandoms cause you never know what it’ll be like, but this seems to be the friendliest fandom I’ve personally ever been in.

I hit my first mile stone recently and I’m really thrilled y’all are having fun writing with me and like what I do. It means a lot~ I’ve been so excited to plot and write with y’all even though I know I’m slow.

And not to be emotional on dash but my first tumblr experience was awful and I was treated as invisible. Won’t get into more than that but it’s been smile since I’ve felt noticed. It feels nice not having to do everything, and really noticing that others are actually interested in writing with me. I appreciate the sentiment asks, the people jumping into my DMs, just getting the same effort back means the world~

Sometimes I do feel nervous being a multi, but I can’t handle more blogs, I’d cry. And idk if I want a both of single muse sides. But anyway, I just appreciate y’all. It’s been so nice to have want to write again and be involved. So thank you all.

[gemkun]

everyday i tell myself i'll attempt to write shorter responses and then i put my clown makeup on and open up a word doc

[ooc-daria]

[wannaeatramyeon]

Johan/Mira/Zack Reunion

Inspired by @mymxnfgh and @the-razy-pie-rope. Haven't been able to stop thinking about this scene and my own HC. Not sure if I've quite hit the right tone but this has been in my head constantly. Wishful thinking that PTJ isn't going to drag this out for a hundred more chapters...

Johan is rescued and recuperating in hospital

.

.

Johan finds himself waking up to blinding lights and deafening beeps.

Was he still trapped in the nightmare with the Workers? Kept half alive, stuck in the hellish limbo between life and death?

Regrets usually overwhelm his moments of semi-consciousness. Leaving his mother behind, to suffer on her own. Leaving Eden and Miro, thinking their master has abandoned them. Leaving Zack and Mira, treading this path of solitude.

Half thoughts would form and disappear before he could fully grasp on to them. But the loneliness and sadness he recalls clearly, could recall clearly for years.

Even as he now tries to open his eyes, they remain unfocused. He lifts his hands to rub at them, and can't relish the freedom that he is no longer strapped down. His brain too cloudy and hazy, not yet processing anything in the present.

"Johan?" a female voice calls out to him, one that he used to so fondly think of. Alas, just another trick of the mad scientist's drugs.

"I'll go get the doctor," A chair scrapes and he remembers self-assured footsteps that used to sound like that too.

Johan goes back under.

.

.

.

Hushed voices awaken him.

This time, Johan manages to see the outline of his two friends by the end of his bed. Another hallucination? They don't really look anything like how he sees them in his mind's eye.

Mira is older, her hair longer. Bags hang heavy under her eyes, and her face blotchy and tear-stained. Like she hasn't been at peace for days, maybe weeks.

And that's Zack? His hair is dishevelled, like he ran his hands one too many times through it. This Zack has seen better days, his clothes are rumpled and wrinkled. And he now wears so many more visible scars than Johan remembers.

Mira is the one that first notices Johan's confused and conscious eyes.

"Fuck. Zack, I'll go-" and she sprints out.

"Johan?" Zack looks towards the bed and approaches cautiously, as if any sudden movement could break the moment, the realisation that Johan is okay. A little- a lot worse for wear, but fine. Alive.

"What-" Johan starts to cough, his throat croaky and words feeling unfamiiar.

Zack rushes to help him sit up, pressing a plastic cup of water into his hand. Johan gulps it down.

"Johan..." Zack takes the cup back and just holds it. Staring at him, never looking away. Watching him as if he might flee any moment despite his condition.

"What happened?"Johan tries, his voice rough and quiet.

"Johan..." Zack repeats again, ignoring the question. A thousand emotions fly through his eyes and he crushes the cup in his hand. He bites his lip to stop the tremble and the burning and the hurt spilling out but it doesn't work.

"Johan, Johan..." he murmurs, like a prayer. Like a prayer that's been whispered in the dead of night thousands of time before and has finally been answered. His voice thick with emotion, eyes wet and glistening. He drops the cup and both hands grasp onto Johan's arm instead.

Holding him steady, holding him so he would never leave again.

"You idiot, you fucking idiot," Zack stares down incredulously at the connection he's made, skin to skin, that he wouldn't sure if he would ever make again. The tears now falling thick and fast.

"How could you do this to us? How could you just leave us? And try to do this all your own? You just left us."

Zack's grip tightens. He feels the burning in his chest, but this time like his heart is breaking.

"Do you know how hard I've fought to find you? Do you know how worried Mira has been? Do you know how much your mom asks about you?"

His clamp now turning painful, but Johan couldn't bring himself to shake him off.

"Everytime I got close to you, you ran away. I've looked everywhere for you. I've gotten so much fucking stronger for you."

Johan avoids his eyes, cheeks burning with shame and remorse.

"If anything happened to you... we, I-," Zack leans forward, resting his head on Johan's shoulder, the tears soaking through the hospital shirt, "How could you leave me to explain this to your mom? This would have killed her. This would have killed all of us. And I would have to tell them..."

A pause.

"...If not today then someday. That their son and best friend is dead." Zack whispers, looking at him. Sadness and fury shining in his eyes.

Dead? Sure,Johan's toed the line between reckless and stupidity a few times but that wouldn't have happened, right? He's invincible. Almost. Sometimes. Maybe not at all.

"I hate you so much, you fucking asshole,"

Johan sits unmoving, all of Zack's words rattling in his brain, trying to defy his years of selfish, childish logic.

Why would these people still care about him when he had abandoned them? He had done nothing to deserve them. To earn their friendship or love. Every move he made he pushed them further away.

"I can't believe you. You fucking asshole," Zack wraps himself around Johan, ignoring any of his pain or discomfort or wires. The need to be close and stay close too great.

"I..." Johan turns over the thoughts and memories in his brain. Everything over the last few years, all that time trapped in the basement and trapped in his own head.

The words are lodged in his throat.

"I..." Johan tries again. This time his nostrils sting and his eyes burn, "Zack... I," All those years of foolishness and where has it gotten him? Gun didn't want him, God Dog didn't want him, he didn't cure his mother's eyes and his own has just gotten worse. Fuck.

The lump in his throat becomes too big to swallow, and the tears too heavy to blink back.

If he had stayed exactly where he was, would he have been any worse off? Would he have been able to stay by his mother's side, and with Zack and Mira instead of wasting all that time for nothing?

He's hurt everyone around him, thinking he was doing the right thing.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Johan finally manages. The grief finally pouring out. His nose runs and his eyes stream but he could do nothing to stop it

"Zack, I should have-" he hiccups. The words and apology form but saying them fully, manifesting them into existence would be a pain Johan didn't know if he could bear yet. "I didn't-"

"Shut up," Zack cuts him off and just grabs onto him impossibly tighter as Johan's hands cling to whatever fabric or skin he can find.

He's missed this feeling. Comfort, security, friendship. Like he's got someone in his corner. Like he has a home.

Johan finds another weight bearing down on his other side. He turns to see Mira embracing him.

"M-Mira?"

She looks at him, the same heartache and distress reflected on her face as Zack's. As if they blame themselves for not being able to hold on to him, to stop him going down the wrong path.

"I've missed you so much," her tears fall freely, running down the well-worn tracks where they have been falling constantly for the last few days.

Her warmth and presence envelopes and grounds him. Mira's scent, so familiar, as if it was yesterday all of them were in middle school together.

"I'm sorry," he whimpers into her hair.

Mira immediately moves away, and her face has never been so furious, "Don't."

"This... this is our fault." she sits up straight and clenches her hands, white knuckled with anger, "I'm sorry that we couldn't support you,"

Mira's tears are hot and bitter, "I'm sorry that we made you feel like you couldn't trust us, and we couldn't help you. I'm sorry that we couldn't and haven't done more. For all the pain you've been through. And that, that you were all alone."

No no no, this was all wrong. Anger directed at him, Johan could take, but Mira blaming themselves isn't right. They've always tried to look after him. This whole mess has nothing to do with them.

"I-" Johan begins, not sure where he's going with his words, just anything to make this terrible situation better.

"Johan," Mira's voice is firm, her face determined, "we will do whatever we can to help. I promise. Just please don't-" a wobble. "don't leave again."

He's the same loser from years ago, still depending on his friends. Still needing them on his side. And the fact that they would do so willingly?

What choice does Johan have? He nods.

"Say it you bastard, promise us," Zack pipes up from the other side, his voice holding an impossible amount of hope.

"I-I promise,"

"Promise you won't leave us again, you fuck."

"I-," Words are cheap, Johan could really say anything he wants and renign on it. But finally. Here, after everything. This he intends to keep.

"I promise I won't leave again."

[byanyan]

byan absolutely coating themself in body glitter to cheer themself up when they're sad, send post

[maykrisms]

He might've given himself a very prominent chest, but it's less of a sexy thing, and more of a "I need to heavily armor my brain" thing.

And besides, Samuel feels more like an ass over tits kinda guy. (Partially because he's very gay, and partially because like.. I dunno man. It's just the vibes he gives off.)

[magnusmodig]

||. I haven't done one of these in a VERY long time, so although august is swiftly approaching : please ❤ this post for a starter from THOR ! / NO CAP !

these will mostly surround thor doing things and assume your muse seeks thor out, not the other way around. (genuinely that IS just how Thor operates in his canon.)