#❤️.barnabas

[waloeders]

squeezing him like an orange in my fist,,, btw

(icon comm from @keyblade-ships thank you merlin i love this so much ahhhggghhh 🥰🥰)

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@keyblade-ships @selfshipper @sirius-to-pup @lostmanuscript @deadlock @sosawl @bannering

[widowshill]

rare barnabas lore

[heinrix]

barnabas time

[tiz-chan]

I can't even believe the time has come, I'm so ecstatic 🥹

[planet-onfire]

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh 😭😭😭 qué bonito

Y aquí subo (más vale tarde que nunca) otro regalo especial que recibí en mi cumple. Un abrazo desde el pasado, y cómo duele y mima por igual, ahora que Wolfito ya no está 🥺❤️

[lemmeaskthedevil]

👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫 season 4/post shooting fic rec 👨‍👨‍👦👨🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🔫

for @lesbiankinard ❤️

moonlight, nightmares, and tearful confessions by @gayhoediaz

just to be with you series by @woodchoc-magnum

i kinda fell half in love (and you're to blame) by orphan_account

i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove

lead me back (from the darkness) by @cinematicnomad

when the walls close in by @tawaifeddiediaz

It gets better in the dark (i feel closer to your heart) by @mellaithwen

if you love me, say it first by @lesbiankinard

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

The Scroll of Saint Barnabas by @runawaymarbles

this must be the place by euadnes

The Song of Orpheus and Eurydice series by @elvensorceress

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by @hoediaz

waiting for the hint of a spark by @fallingthorns

[drabblesandimagines]

400 requests! joshuaxreader when reader suddenly kisses him. please ❤️

Thanks for taking part in my 400 Followers Event, anon! Hope you enjoy x Distraction Joshua Rosfield x fem reader, just good ol' fluff 658 words

Joshua thinks better when he thinks aloud, and even more so when he has an audience.

You’re sat together on a bench at the top of the Hideaway at sunset – you’ve positioned yourself with crossed legs, facing inwards. He’s mulling away, skipping back and forth between his own journal of writings and the annals of Moss the Chronicler that lie on the bench between the two of you, finding links and identifying areas where he wishes to explore more.

You’re mesmerized by his voice, how adorable you find it when his tone inflects in excitement when he pieces another part of the puzzle together. You wish you could take in what he was saying - Founder forbid if he asked you to repeat anything back! His face, usually pale of late, is full of colour this evening, the setting sun basking him in a golden glow and you are absolutely smitten.

“Mayhaps on Ash I’ll be able to see the mural in full at last – the Circle of Malius still is prominent over there after all, and just like Phoenix Gate I’m hoping an Apodytery will still stand…”

The mention of Ash makes your stomach squirm as Joshua continues his chain of thought aloud. Ash is Odin’s territory, where the last Mothercrystal resides too. They plan to set sail as soon as the Enterprise is restored and that day grows ever closer – Mid regularly sending reports. Worry gnaws at your chest, too close to your heart – both Joshua and Clive had not come out well against Barnabas Tharmr in the past.

“..I was thinking, instead of waiting for repairs to finish, I could prime and just fly over to Ash.”

“Joshua!” You gasp, looking at him in alarm. “You can’t-“

He’s grinning, boyishly. “I do jest, my lady. I could see I’d lost you to your own thoughts.” The Phoenix leans forward. “Forgive me. After all, you are kind to entertain me so as I muse, especially when I’m sure you have other matters to attend to.”

“Not at all.” You reply, softly. “I could listen to you for hours.”

“You shouldn’t tell me that – there is many a topic I can prove to be quite passionate about that others may find too dry. In fact, Moss the Chronicler commented that-”

He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and you want him to be yours.

You lean forward then – you’re not sure why, a combination of the fear of what is to come, the way his eyes sparkle in the fading sunlight, the handsome smile on his face as he talks – and you cup his face in your hands. Without any further thought, you press your lips onto his.

There’s a horrible second when he doesn’t reciprocate and you know you’ve now crossed a line that you will never be able to come back from. You go to pull back, thinking already of how fast you might be able to descend the stairs, retreat to your bunk, but then his arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and he is kissing you back - hungrily.

You move your hands then, resting one at the back of his head, fingers entangling in his blonde locks and the other runs up and down in his spine. He nibbles at your bottom lip before his tongue slips in, trying to explore every corner of your mouth and you don’t think it is possible, but you melt even more into his arms.

Eventually, inevitably, the two of you break for air, leaning your forehead upon his as you both try and catch your breath, sweet smiles on your faces.

“That is quite an effective way of silencing me.” He compliments in a teasing tone.

“Forgive me for ruining your train of thought.”

 He captures your chin then, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. “Actually, I would bid you to do that far more often, sweet one.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-f

[elluvians]

*ugly crying* I love him so much 😭 My new pawn, Barnabas ❤️

[robo-writing]

Masterlist

(Updated as of 10/6/2024) I always post under the Robo Writes tag on my blog, and specific drabbles/asks can be found using the character tag or the ask tag! Requests are currently open! Feel free to send an idea over ❤️

Marvel Comics/MCU ♡ Logan Howlett NSFW Alphabet (18+) Cowboy!Logan (suggestive) How different Logan’s would go down on you (18+) Happy trail appreciation (18+) it’s sooner or later that you’ll be alone (angst) Kinktober Masterlist (18+)

Final Fantasy XVI

All Thigh Riding with the FFXVI Boys (18+) ♡ Clive Rosfield Words Unspoken, Actions Taken (18+) Summary: After Clive returns from another mission battered and bruised you finally give him a piece of your mind. He doesn’t take too kindly to your words. Spoken Beneath the Stars Summary: After sleeping with Clive things become tense, and you want answers, even if he doesn't want to give them. NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Sweet Longing (18+)

Summary: Clive’s hopelessly in love with you, but you’re already in love with someone else.

Clive pegging ask (18+) ♡ Cidolfus Telamon NSFW Alphabet (18+) Lady-in-waiting ask (18+) A Commander and His Second (18+)

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Cid for years, little did you know he felt the same.

Cid jerking off to his crush (18+)

Sweet Knowing (18+)

Summary: Cid becomes aware of the attention you seem to draw from a certain Rosfield, and uses it to his advantage. ♡ Barnabas Tharmr NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Vampire! Reader ask (tw//bloodplay)

Bladesmith! Reader ask

♡ Joshua Rosfield NSFW Alphabet (18+) What happens after the fight with Ultima Call of Duty ♡ Captain Price

Soldiers With Benefits (18+)

Summary: You’re interested in the Captain, and he’s interested in you.

Unhinged Sex with Price (18+) tbh not even sure I should put this here

Domestic thoughts (suggestive)

♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Domestic thoughts (suggestive)

Sex Tape (18+)

Toxic!ex boyfriend Simon

♡ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Untitled Ask ♡ John "Soap" MacTavish Thanksgiving Celebrations (18+) John and his pretty neck (18+)

Pro!wrestler soap

Body Worship

Body Worship Pt. 2 (suggestive)

Chubby Johnny Appreciation 1 2

Summary: Johnny comes back from deployment, and you help him find peace.

So close, and yet so far (18+)

Summary: Johnny’s got a new obsession, in the form of a pretty camgirl.

♡ All

Teaching you how to ride (18+) Resident Evil ♡ Carlos Oliveira Under Cover of Night Summary: A midnight rendezvouz leaves Carlos with more than he bargained for.

Resident Evil Headcanons (18+)

Resident Evil men and their favorite acts with their S/O (18+) Mortal Kombat 1 Baker AU- Kuai Liang, Smoke, Bi-Han, and Liu Kang

♡ Bi-Han One Year Later (18+) Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend for your first year anniversary, needless to say he enjoys your gift very much.

NSFW Alphabet (18+)

♡ All

Cockwarming with the MK1 Boys (18+)

Summary: You tell the boys your newest idea for the bedroom.

Overwatch

♡ Cole Cassidy

Shaving his beard (13+)

Peacemaker (Discontinued) ♡ Adrian Chase Sick Leave (18+)

[chains-of-destiny]

Firstly you suck you made me cry with like everything concerning MCs poor mom.

As a parent i felt that incredibly so booo! Lol i thought it was very emotional.

Iris is adorable ooomg. 😭

Just the sweetest thing.

Please correct me if I'm wrong but 2 scenes seemed missing to me. Or maybe i just chose different options?

1. The scene with Zenon in the library at the party.

2. Baranabas confronting MC if we pretended to be a stable hand before the party. Because he doesn't say anything to MC at the party or when Nemio shows up in the stables. He just walks away when he shows up.

Anyway besides that i love your work as always. Your writing always leaves a smile on my face and julia is such a sweetheart when MC has a good relationship with her.

I love the family. And i can't wait for a zenon romancer to actually be sharing this scary ass journey with him. That's cute.

Our mom trying to set us up with iris made me laugh too. Especially because it's her besties kid.

Sorry my ask is all over the place lol ❤️❤️❤️

Hey! Thanks so much for playing, I'm glad you enjoyed the update!😊

About the scenes:

Zenon Scene: You can access it in one of three ways:

Have a panic attack/get overwhelmed during the party.

Ask Julia if she knows where Zenon is.

Do one or two activities and then choose to "Search for a quiet place to recharge before returning to the celebration."

Barnabas Scene: I'll double-check, but just so you know, Barnabas won't appear at the party if the MC decided to punch him earlier. Can you maybe remember which options you chose? It's not a problem if you don't, but it would make my job a little easier.

Thank you again for the feedback and the continued support!

[waloeders]

golden rays and pitch-black nights

"odin hesitated.

he could feel the Eikon within him, hesitate. the same Eikon that had driven him to such heights, to sit upon his throne, to conquer, to dominate and control an entire continent -

odin, warden of darkness, hesitated before killing and barnabas found himself doing the same."

ship: barnabas tharmr/kosmos, {future} sleipnir harbard/kosmos and {implied qpr?} barnabas tharmr/sleipnir harbard

word count: 3,420

warnings: ff16 spoilers, religious talk (of fictional religions), mentions of a dead mother, manipulations (thanks ultima), character death (kind of? he's fine, dw abt it), mentions of being very high up on a tower (the one shown above) and some general vague fighting described

notes: YELLS A LOT!!!!! this is set before my other fic and is a like, big important turning point for quite a few chars :3 so much fun to write!!! also the image is where this is set (on top the reverie, which is the tower). notable things are- ultima loves manipulation + being praised/treated like a god so thats a big tw. also ryder/kosmos uses he/they. i hope u enjoys :3

"what manner of betrayal is this?" ultima's dissonant voice called out, feet not quite touching the floor as it floated in place, "you have brought an atrocity to us, odin."

the Kings' eyes flicked over to where the man in question stood, then back to the ground before him, kneeling before his God.

"i would never betray you, my Lord." was his only response, unable to conjure a sufficient explanation to the being before Him - or to himself. why had he brought ryder?

it wasn't as if he truly required a hostage to escape the hideaway. shiva, though powerful, had her wings clipped by logos- mythos, he reminded himself - and mythos was far away in the corners of sanbreque, if the young man he had brought along was to be believed.

if he was being truthful with himself, barnabas couldn't explain what it was, why he had made this choice. there was simply...something. something about ryder that intrigued him, that led him to believe their word, to trust they spoke truthfully, that led him to take them with him back to the reverie.

a small distance behind him, he could sense sleipnirs' smallest motions, fidgeting in place, and, without looking, he knew that the egi was in the same position as him - that he kneeled before their Lord.

"answer me, odin." ultima tilted its' head, turning to him.

there was a frustration in its voice he'd never heard.

"he is a gift to you, our Lord." sleipnir spoke up, piercing the silence that his leige had left, and it struck the King that his egi had never spoken directly to ultima before - that he had merely stayed silent, docile and obedient, if he had even been in the room at all. despite being as much a part of odin as barnabas was, his Lord often skirted around the egi.

"a gift?" ryder blurted out but quickly threw a hand up to cover their mouth and forcibly avoided eye contact. they hadn't knelt alongside the King and his egi and instead stood off to the side, inching away from the three of them as much as he could while atop a tower thousands of metres tall.

it wouldn't have mattered if they ran or fell - sleipnir would catch them, barnabas mused.

"a contemptuous gift at that." it floated away from the duo, approaching the younger man, "and you? we had thought you long since dead - how unfortunate that we were proved wrong."

the King risked a glance.

his Lord towered over them- floating or not. despite the slight shaking in their hands, ryder glared up at ultima from behind strands of dark hair and thin-rimmed glasses. their hand drifted, hovering over the empty scabbard attached to the dark brown leather belt he adorned, and clenched tightly into a fist.

the familiar sight of his Lords' tattered capes fluttering in a non-existent breeze and a flicker of motion from its' head had the King staring at the ground once more.

"are, uh. are you sure you mean me? only, we haven't actually, you know, met before now." the young man stumbled out and he knew, without looking, they were doing some kind of hand motion (they always were), "not that- i mean, not that i know of, uh, mr ultima."

their voice trailed off.

"come now, kosmos. this pretence brings us little amusement. we are most curious how you yet live - and in a physical form at that."

"i... what?" ryder mumbled, "what are you on about? like, actually, what are you talking about?"

a shudder ran through barnabas, kosmos? he had heard the name before, in whispered, heretical stories, in the mouths of non-believers decades ago - but there was no truth to them, no substance.

and his Lord would speak of this being, would verify such heresy? would name this man, kosmos?

"we tire of this failed deception, kin. show yourself to us, so that we might converse freely." ultima demanded and for once, he didn't fight the urge to stare at their interaction.

"i-i don't know what you're on about. i'm not kosmos, i don't even know who- what that is!" they threw their arms up in exasperation.

it tilted its' head again.

"then allow us to shed this mortal shell of yours."

it lifted a hand up, summoning a spell with ease, and let a ball of swirling blue light engulf the man. he only had a chance to step back, covering his face with his own hand, before being consumed.

a word caught in the Kings' throat, held back by some invisible force, strangling on the idea as it drowned him.

as quickly as his Lord had summoned the spell, it dispelled, letting the aether collapse into dust motes as it lowered its' hand.

he found the breath he hadn't known he was holding falling out; ryder was fine - or they appeared unharmed, albeit, confused.

"what the fuck did you do to me?" he growled out, hand falling back into a fist at his side, the other flung out to emphasise their point, "i mean, seriously, what the fuck is your problem with me?"

"how unexpected." it stared, eyes unblinking as always, "you cling to this form, this life."

a flurry of its' familiar blue aether had ultima slipping into a rift and reappearing in front of its' statue, before odin.

"it is of no consequence. kill them." ultima commanded.

a moment of silence fell across the reverie, carried on the soft breeze that lived so high in the atmosphere.

barnabas stood, bowed to his Lord, then turned to face the young man, summoning zantetsuken to his hand with the same ease of slipping out of bed.

"wait-" their face furrowed, stepping back as they raised their hand ever so slightly, and heaved a breath, "i don't want to fight."

from the sidelines, sleipnir snorted - at some point, he had stood too - and he folded his hands behind his back, watching intently.

"oh, this will hardly be a fight." the egi smirked, his thick waloedian accent looping through the words.

"rude." ryder mumbled, then spoke up, "all this for a guy who hates you, i mean, really?"

the King took another step forward, eyes following keenly as they matched his motions, stepping back. and then, they paused. a feeling slipped over their face, too fast for him to identify, that steeled into anger.

"or, FINE! do what he says, be nothing more than some silly, lied-to, puppet on a string and never amount to anything but a fucking footnote in a history that won't remember you. who gives a fuck!" the young man yelled out, hands frantically thrown upwards. his own motions almost disrupting the glasses he wore and he pushed them back, voice returning to a mumble, "this place sucks anyway."

odin hesitated.

he could feel the Eikon within him, hesitate. the same Eikon that had driven him to such heights, to sit upon his throne, to conquer, to dominate and control an entire continent -

odin, warden of darkness, hesitated before killing and barnabas found himself doing the same.

zantetsuken shuddered out of existence, the aether blown away in an instant. he could feel, more than see, the way sleipnir shifted in his spot, unwilling to draw the attention - or perhaps ire - of their Lord and yet wishing to move closer, to act on his behalf, to move where he stopped, to act as an extension of himself - as he always did.

"this... is kosmos?" King Barnabas frowned, glancing up and down at the man before him. if this was kosmos, as the forbidden scriptures described, his Lords sworn-enemy, a being as powerful as Him... this man was a threat to his Lord?

a footnote in history.

"you are our sword, odin; yielded as we see fit. kill them, so we might begin primogenesis. mankind must be rid of his wretchedness, so we might usher in the new world." ultimas' voice drifted over his shoulder and he watched ryder roll their eyes at the words.

"you do not believe in our Lords' word?"

"i know he's a liar. humans have no place in the 'new world' - and you know it too. he told you, told clive!" they growled out, glaring at it, "i don't know shit about this kosmos thing, i'll admit, but the new world is a fucking lie. grow a spine and admit it to yourself!"

a laugh found itself in his chest, clawing its way out and he grinned wickedly.

"grow a spine?"

he watched their face drop, swallowed by the fear that took over and... a thin glimmering stream of golden light pulsed up their neck. it was faint, barely present, and he doubted that the others could see it from such distance.

"golden aeth-...?" the words caught in his throat and recognition settled into a growl, "kosmos."

ryder took another step back.

laughter crawled out of him once more, keeling him over and throwing his head back. he could feel sleipnirs' gaze on him, the burn of his steel blue eyes and how the concern twisted through their bond.

it was all so absurd.

his laughter finally settled into a giggle, and collapsed into the King heaving air.

he stood upright and raised a hand once more, palm flat up as he gestured to ryder, "THIS is kosmos?!"

"why do you hesitate?"

his egi tensed, hand slipping to rest on his swords' hilt, by habit or choice - neither could tell.

"why?" barnabas spat out, twisting to glare at ultima, "to even speak the name is heresy. yet here you stand, asking of me to end a being who should not exist; by your grand design, he should not exist!"

"i see." it began floating the smallest amount higher, looking down on the three humans, "you cannot rise above your station, odin. you have failed us."

"you lied." he hissed out.

a twisting pain shot through the King, atoms shuddering under the weight, and he fell to his knees, blue aether beginning to swirl around him as an ashen-grey dust crept up his hands, caught under his skin.

"ohhh, shit." ryder muttered, finally broken from their trance, and they watched as waloeds' lord commander lept forth, standing between his King and their lord, sword drawn.

"you would dare harm my liege?" he cried out, form shimmering in a spattering of swirling purple darkness as he semi-primed into a set of ornate, silver armour.

"you are less than an insect to me, egi." it raised a hand, throwing out a familiar, but smaller beam of light and aether that sleipnir dodged with ease.

in one swooping move, he launched gungnir in retaliation, leaping high into the air to avoid another shot of unaspected magic, and the battle began.

the young man glanced between the three of them and the exit, catching the way the egi faltered on one of his attacks', physical form flickering in and out of existence, yet quickly recovered to feint into another crushing blow.

ryder groaned, swearing under their breath, and hurried to the Kings' side.

"com'on, we gotta get outta here!" they crouched beside him, hands grasping at his deep blue tunic to try to pull him up. strands of the aether and crystal curse clung to the air, seeping into their clothes, onto their skin, into their lungs, "barnabas, get UP!"

"i have failed my Lord." he mumbled, staring down at hands coated in ash. the crystals' curse that he had avoided for nigh-on five decades now catching up as his Lord released some hold on him - as his lord allowed it to catch up to him.

"are you fucking serious right now- get up!" ryder groaned and reached up to force the King to look at him, their other hand still clenching his tunic, "you're odin- barnabas tharmr, king of waloed, conqueror of ash - you're the scariest, strongest guy on the fucking planet, come on!"

a yelp drew both their eyes upwards, to where ultima had seemingly had enough of the fight; its' hand clasped tightly around sleipnirs' neck, dangling him over the edge of the reverie, and, in one swift move, crushed his form into a smattering of aether-dust.

"pathetic."

the lord commanders' sword clattered to the ground, mere feet away from the pair.

ryder glanced at the King, who was staring into the abyss left behind where his egi had been, and swore. he threw himself forward, barely upright as he grabbed the hilt of sleipnirs' rapier, and hurried to the standing-ready position that gav had taught him.

ultima scoffed.

"kosmos. when last we fought, we were evenly matched. now? you are weak. you lack the will to prevail, as you always have."

"right. well." the young man shrugged, blurting out some nonsense noises, "what about that, huh?"

"such childish nonsens-"

"-says the fucker with his grippers out, get outta here!"

"ENOUGH!"

a burst of aether echoed from it as it spoke, the force shoving them to the ground and ripping the sword from their grasp.

ryders' vision blurred from the impact and he could taste faint copper-iron on their tongue; they watched helplessly as the rapier slipped over the tower-edge.

if it made a noise when it landed on the ground, no one atop the reverie heard.

"we expect such petty behaviours from mankind - but for you to indulge yourself so, kosmos, is unbecoming. you are as much a slave to fickle emotions as mankind is."

they moaned, reaching a hand up to find blood coating their forehead, and winced at the thought. slowly, ryder forced himself up onto his hands and knees, blue eyes slipping over to where barnabas had been.

the King still drowned in aether and ash, his atoms struggling to grasp one another under the strain, yet he had hardly moved - now sat on his heels, head thrown back to stare into the pitch-black night sky lingering above, lips moving in a silent prayer.

"odin. we had thought the sin of free will had been understood by you, but it would seem we were mistaken. one cannot forsake their nature, human as you are." it finally landed in front of barnabas, replacing his view of the night, and a pale hand reached out to grasp his head tightly, forcing him to stare at the being.

"it is fortunate that mythos now beholds odin. this act of defiance cannot, willnot stand."

he stared up at his Lord, eyes searching for any sign of meaning, purpose, of anything that might provide a path to salvation.

it released its' grip on him, hand moving to cup one side of his face, and for a moment, ultimas' form shimmered before him, twisting and contorting into a familar face.

"you know what you must do, barnabas." her voice, soothing and patient as she always had been, had his stomach twisting into knots.

"mother..."

"do as our lord commands." her dark brown eyes flicked to ryder, still struggling to get off the floor, "kill kosmos."

the churnings of the crystals' curse paused, aether calmly falling to the ground around them- snowflakes of another nature.

his eyes remained fixed on her, unable to pull away, and a light tug on his cheek had the King blinking away the familiar, deep grooves of misery he lived in.

"do as our lord commands, barnabas, and we shall speak again, in the new world."

the new world?

"the scripture..." he mumbled, breath catching, "it is heresy. kosmos cannot be, mother."

"then end them."

barnabas' head turned to the young man, zantetsuken springing to the hand at his side, and he pushed himself to stand.

they were on the ground. ryder hadn't even looked up, eyes tightly clasped as he heaved air; thin lines of golden aether running through their veins once more - yet stronger than before, as if their injuries had emboldened the ambient magicks in the world.

odin's sword found its' mark with ease.

the image of his mother shattered in an instant, torn asunder by the inhuman shriek of ultima crying out, one of its' arm revealed to have been split in two.

the King of Waloed found himself pushed back by another blast of aether as it screamed, sword ripping into the ground in an attempt to drag him to a halt, and he ended up on one knee, hands clenching the hilt of his sword, as he stared at the being before him.

"YOU!" it howled, even as it drew aether into itself, reforming the lost limb of its' incorporeal body.

he could hear kosmos curse beside him but his eyes remained on the Lord - his Lord, who he had just betrayed. he had injured- betrayed his lord.

salvation from such an act could only be death.

"we have offered you naught but everything and you would reject us? you have no place in the new world, odin." the god-like being hissed out, raising its' newly rebuilt hand to summon the same light it had used against ryder, that started the whole affair, "as such, your mortal skin shall be shed. you shall be undone - just as all mankind shall be, as was always meant to be."

he closed his eyes before the light, surrendering to the darkness behind his eyelids, to where he knew odin lingered, and his mind fell into the eerie, empty space, welcomed by the silence found only where odin was.

yet, he was interrupted by an unfamiliar warmth, the faint sensation of warm, human touch, of hands grasping his waist, clutching onto him tightly as if he would blow away in a faint wind.

in the abyss, barnabas was met with gold.

atop the reverie, he blinked down at the man hugging his waist - kosmos. the glimpsed golden aether had found its place in their blood, pulsing through them, and from their back, they sprouted ghostly golden-opaque wings (not terribly unlike garudas', he noted), that surrounded them - a warm light that blocked the cold blue of ultimas' spell, splintering it into a thousand light-beams around them.

"kosmos...?" the King uttered, drawing their attention. their eyes stared blearily into his, possessed in the golden glow, streaks of molten aether flowing down as tears upon their cheeks.

it took him a moment to recognise the feeling upon their face; the way they looked through him as if he were a thousand miles away, an emptiness sat behind the golden glow consuming them, taking over them. he had seen Eikons take over their dominants before, seen them lose control and rage across the lands, the seas, reigning destruction unbeknown to man - it was the closest match he could find to the sight before him.

then, the energy around them collapsed, exploding outwards with an ear-shattering boom and a cascade of iridescent light burst away from them, waves upon waves collapsing, leaping over themselves through the night, further and further until it stretched past the horizon.

barnabas frowned, releasing the breath he held captive, as he watched the waves of light, eyes briefly slipping to where ultima stood, even its' cape frozen in place.

a small noise drew his attention back to kosmos, who continued to stare up at him, cheek stained with tears of golden aether. gently, he reached up to brush it away, but found the magick seeped into his hands, up his arm and through his entire body, soaking in warmth.

"...what is this?" he mumbled, seeming to awaken something in the man in his arms. they blinked away the gold in their eyes, the blue seeping back in and tilted their head at him, a small "oh." falling from their lips.

silence broken, the golden waves shattered into dust. far below the reverie, it seemed to be snowing.

"kosmos." ultima finally spoke and they tensed up, eyebrows furrowing.

in a confusing instant, kosmos shoved his head into the Kings' chest, as the familiar purple darkness of odin drew around them, surrounding and overtaking both of their vision in a swirling vortex.

when it finally settled, barnabas blinked in confusion.

they were no longer atop the reverie.

they were back. in the hideaway, sat on the dusty ground of the Fallen ruin. kosmos still wrapped around him, motionless, and he realised he had moved to hold them in turn, hand gripping the back of their black tunic tightly.

their golden-opaque wings had began to fade out of existence, leaving only the dazzled, familiar faces of cid and myt- logos staring at the pair.

"well. so much for rescuing a hostage, aye?" cid remarked.

thats all ty :3

[ssj50artistpan]

Sorry for post delays! But here he is finally! An adorable chibi Neuvilette for the holidays and Barnabas!!! 😍😍 how is your holiday going? Are you ready? I still feel like I have so much to do!

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[jonahmagnus-research]

little pictures on your phone that you can use in text. like ❤️🐛🩺🦊🐺 etc etc

Oh those are really cute. Thats a heart and um a bug like Barnabas has and he loves his swarm so that sense! And a fox and a wolf like Hermes and Asclepius. Why is there the middle thing though? Is that related too?

[widowshill]

Controversial Shipping Asks: 💚, ❤️? Please and thank you!

controversial shipping.

Ship that you secretly like: 💚

hm ... I am sort of fond of josette / jeremiah? partly in the sense of a straightforward approach to the 1795 arc: two people who had no choice in being together; who nonetheless decide to do the honorable thing; and who, by deciding to accept their circumstances and make what they can out of the marriage neither of them asked for, grow fond of each other — josette, particularly, experiencing nauseating grief when she loses him? but partly, too, squaring that relationship that we see play out on screen with its earlier mythic versions, either the story where jeremiah was a cruel tyrant that isolated his french bride so severely she leapt to her death from loneliness, or barnabas' story, where she chose her uncle over him, and fled to the rocks not from a monstrous husband, but from his monstrous nephew. we only ever really get glints off the surface of the water with them but I do think they're a fascinating relationship.

Ship that you didn’t expect to ship but now do: 💓

i have to say i never expected to sell my heart and soul to Our Beloved Ménage à Trois but something about ex boyfriends that had a breakup so bad they sent one to prison about it Ft. a very corruptible governess Ft. endless persephone mythic allusions Ft. so much ill-advisable car safety Ft. radioactive levels of yearning, well. I'm so glad you made an offhand joke about both burke and vicki wanting to fuck roger collins, it ended up entirely rewiring my brain <3 it also does sort of continually surprise me how much text there actually is for rvb (roger bringing vicki along to his delayed booty call at burke's hotel room at 2 am? roger and burke freeing vicki from bondage with roger's knife and two cocked and loaded shotguns?) when ... at the time we were kind of just making it up. but, no, the show fully supports David's Disaster Polycule Parents in two iterations.

[owlovo]

Hi, bestie 🖤🖤

Top 10 of your favorite characters of all time!!!!

ctommyinnit of dsmp fame. dan you must understand he makes me ILL

stephanie brown. blonde top 2 i need to be stopped

obi-wan kenobi. that one web weave of him holding dying loved ones with the jedi code is like an itch. they cannot help it. YEAH. yeah. lying on the floor in distress

valerie gray. the fact she has a comparatively minor part in dp is DIABOLICAL. and danny ended up w/ sam instead of her? SICK AND TWISTED. WHY DID WE GET BARELY A REACTION FROM HER IN THE FINALE? whatever it got retconned i can move on (lying)

jazz fenton. obsessed

mel medarda dont get wrong i like the other characters but i do wish arcane was about the piltover trio and political manoeuvring. the melvik dynamic that exists in my mind 💥💥💥 dan you get it.

damian wayne 😭😭😭🌟🌟🌟💥💥👍👍🫶🫶🫶😭😭 yup.

washington from red vs blue. this is hard cause i pretty much like all the main rvb cast the same amount but its a HUGE amount. found family ultimate underdog story unlimited grief oughhh

wally west. silly guy. tshirt that say i ❤️ speedsters

csam of also dsmp fame. good job babe you made every choice to cause your own doom and in doing so alienated yourself from and hurt those you love in pursuit of some greater goal! officer down!! 🌟💙💀

(honourable mentions *AHEM* ctubbo, spiderman (any and all), cal kestis (cameron monaghon have my figurative babies), drury walker, e1 and e2 pixlriffs, jack barnabas, daisy toner, basira hussain, comander cody, nobara ubisaki, asa mikata and more im sure im forgetting)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE TO YAP

[mimbotomy]

Six-ish Sentence Sunday? Monday? Who cares!

Tagged by the wonderful @aeide! Here’s a little more than six sentences for the last chapter of my fic There is No Escape…, which was supposed to be done two months ago and also yesterday and yet continues not to be done because I keep getting distracted, most recently by my crack fic and this sketch I started last night of Kassandra, Barnabas, and Herodotos in a group hug 🤷‍♀️

As Kassandra predicts, Coronacht is much too big for Phoibe. Varatha and Aegis too, and Zagreus slings the latter onto his back once it is determined not to be a good fit for Phoibe. She manages to land five hits on Skelly with the Twin Fists of Malphon before she suddenly topples over, the gloves not too big for her but definitely heavy enough that she struggles to keep her balance while moving. Stygius isn’t too large for her to wield either, but she’s not overly skilled with a sword. Then he hands her Exagryph and it is immediately apparent that this is the weapon for her. The Adamant Rail begins to shift the moment it is placed in her hands, the Gryphon wings decorating the sides shrinking and furling outwards, the stylized beak and head melting to resemble something more like Ikaros. When she pulls the trigger, the bolts of energy that come forth are a brilliant purple and fire out in short bursts of three before there is a brief pause and a click before another burst of bolts. And when she presses the bullet on the side, the missile that shoots out fires straight ahead and not up, sending Skelly back flying into one of his statues. Phoibe’s eyes are wide and her grin is even wider as she reloads, “I want this one.”

As always, tagging whoever wants to do this! And if you want me to actually start tagging you, let me know! It’s just a lot of the people I would tag are usually already tagged or not on tumblr that much 😂

Also, bc I really love it so far, here is my sketch for the drawing of my favorite boat dads and their demigod daughter that is currently keeping me from finishing this fic ❤️