#THIS IS ABOUT YOU CINN

[pretty-pink-puppy-kiwi]

Mutuals are making Puppy horny at work!! Unforgivable!! To the dungeon with all of you!!!!

[gwenlena]

how are you meant to do anything with a lost voice this is the worst

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Everytime someone (mutual) notices my pfp on here its some variation of "jay I never looked too closely until now, but is that a statue? Of an angel?" And the answer is yes and yes. I have a tag dedicated to angels/angelic imagery/art (me and my many eyes weep) and I don't think I look like a statue or angel much less a statue of an angel, but hey. If I do to someone else, that's pretty cool

@gwenlena @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @demonic-panini

If you have a real life person as your pfp, I don't care if it's Taylor Swift or something, my subconscious will assume you look like that irl. Sometimes my subconscious even assumes that I look like my pfp irl. And if your pfp is not a real life person... Tbh my subconscious still assumes you look like that irl.

You know what, tag yourself... How close in appearance do you think you are to your pfp? Interpret how you will

[gojosoups]

Late Night Treat ── teaser

gojo satoru x reader | 18+, modern au

Summary: Stuck at work after your deadbeat boyfriend forgets to pick you up from your overtime shift, you find yourself walking down the streets at midnight in your uncomfortable work clothes and 5-inch heels. Tired and frustrated, and your phone long dead, you stumble upon a remote gas station in search of help, where you meet a mysterious figure clad in all-black leather, refueling his motorcycle at an ungodly hour.

Pairing: biker! gojo satoru x reader

Warning/tags: 18+, smut, slight angst, modern au, female reader, strangers to one night stand or moree, cheating, reader has a dead beat bf, jealousy, use of vulgar language, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband!, [more tags tba]

a/n: this was sm fun to write, also idk shit about bikes.. I just picked wtv bike google told me LMFAO. art credits to @/uruyuuu.

Who said walking home alone in a pair of 5-inch heels was an easy feat? No one, that's who. Because what sane person would walk down the scummy streets of downtown at an ungodly hour when all buses and subway stations are closed and not a single taxi is in sight?

Fuck work and fuck your promotion. 

All you want right now is to be under your warm blanket, with a glass of wine and some shitty Netflix series playing in the background.

Oh and fuck your deadbeat of a boyfriend too—probably too busy gooning off to some low-quality hentai to pick up your call, leaving you stranded at work while you're freezing your ass off.

Shutting your phone off after the 5th missed call, you shove it into your purse, probably getting lost in the mess of paperwork and pens, cursing his name under your breath.

You continue your trek, walking along the unsteady gravel road, each step bringing you closer to a sprained ankle, but honestly, you didn’t have enough energy to care. 

And if your situation couldn't get any worse—you were lost. 

The buzzing of fluorescent lights pulls you out of your inner turmoil. Snapping your head and somehow managing not to give yourself whiplash, you find a rundown gas station barely five feet away. 

Everything about this screamed “BAD IDEA!!”

But you were running out of fucks to give.

Ankles aching, you near the gas station. The neon sign of the gas station buzzing and flickering, with a few missing letters, renaming it as “G— Stat—n.”

You swear you almost saw a comically large tumbleweed rolling down the road. 

Somehow, you manage to haul your ass to the deserted gas station, your brows furrowing as you see a stranger pumping gas into his Yamaha YZF-R1—a sleek black bike accented with deep blue—under the flickering neon sign.

Well, at least you know how you're getting home now.

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[ctwinsduo]

hey hi hey! do you perhaps have cniki/ceret/cwilbur hcs? any of them r fine and if you dont thats okay bye!!!

I don't have much c!niki knowledge I'm afraid however I will give what little hcs I have (also credit to my buddy @cinn-namon for half of these Eret HCs, if you want more feel free to mug him /hj)

Wilbur

- Prone to singing or humming whenever given the chance, when there's an audience he puts So Much Effort into it but he'll do it when he's alone aswell - Her first instinct in most situations is to laugh, she doesn't mean to but it just sorta slips out regardless of the circumstances - By far my wildest Wilbur hc: Wilbur is a nature spirit- my basis for this is mostly Greek mythology. In Greek mythology it's common for the children of gods and immortals to be some sort of nymph or dryad (basically a nature spirit) and the concept of nature spirits is a really vast one that can range from "pretty lady found in Trees" (Dryad) or "Unidentified mystical energy" for my HCs I tend to use more of the ladder. So Wilbur is a physical manifestation of the wilds, basically a shapeshifter but add a connection to the world itself. In theory he has no "true" form but the form he took when he was born was just a straight up fox (later learned how to shift into a more humanoid form as he grew) - More thoughts on nature spirit Wilbur ahead: how she appears and how well she can hold her form is entirely dependent on her current state, because of this she changed a lot between L'manburg and Pogtopia :3 When she first came to the SMP she looked almost entirely human, save for a few "off" traits (strange eyes, fangs, slightly pointed ears, ect.) but when Pogtopia hit she changed rather suddenly, becoming more like Fundy in appearance. Ghostbur was just a straight up spectral fox, and post revival Wilbur always has a few fox-like traits showing that she can't seem to get rid of - All of their mannerisms are slightly off- they don't quite emote "right". When they're fully human they come off as oddly animalistic, when they're more animal-like they're weirdly human. They tried to play themselves off as at least Mostly human for awhile but gave up pretty quickly - Has no fucking clue what his species is because of the samsung smart fridge nonsense- honestly he just assumes that he was Born Weird. When asked he's always weirdly cryptic about it - God awful cook, y'know those posts about people fucking up their food in unbelievable ways? That's Wilbur. Do not let her into the kitchen she will burn water - Disaster bi, seemingly most attracted to people who are either actively against her or have done shitty things to her in the past and she Cannot be normal about it (See: all of the shit said about Schlatt, Eret, Quackity, the list goes on) - Touchy but only when they're in a good mood. L'manburg era they'd always be putting an an arm around someone's shoulder or ruffling people's hair, small acts of physical affection, but any other time they've actively shied away from touch unless it's initiated by them. This is mostly because they're easily overstimulated by touch (despite being incredibly touch starved post revival)

Eret

- Wither hybrid, they can shift to hide some of their wither parts. When they were apart of L'manburg they also played themselves off as human - Loves to bake and stress bakes when especially stressed out- I like to think her and Niki would often bake together - Looking directly into his eyes activates a person's flight or fight response, which is why so many people have gotten Jumpscared by his eyes in the past - Probably has one of the best fashion senses in the entire SMP and yet only really dresses up whenever someone is coming over (90% of the time she just lounges about in comfy clothes, we love a comfy queen) - His memory is absolutely god awful so he's prone to writing things down or- more often- taking photos. A lot of the pictures from early L'manburg were taken by him - The L'manburg uniforms were made with Tommy and Eret's combined efforts (Wilbur supervised and occasionally stabbed himself trying to help <3) - Sews all of their own clothes, they'd love to sew for someone else but they haven't gotten the chance to outside of the uniforms (if they did they'd probably make an entire wardrobe though) - She's the one that taught Tommy to sew :3

Niki

- Catgirl c!niki supremacy - She likes churus (the cat treat) and will eat them like gogurt - Being as close to Wilbur as she was she's absolutely heard way too much about all of Wilbur's awful crushes on their enemies (she can never look at Eret the same way again) - She has autistic girl swagger idk what it is but she just does. Has the most unsettling stare known to man (by complete accident) - Despite being a cat hybrid she enjoys playing around in local bodies of water, big fan of stomping around in rivers

[darkdemeter]

Child Reader hcs! If S/O was playable, I could imagine her being like some low HP and ATK but speedy rogue-like person due to Strife training her with a knife and stealing items from enemies. She could also be used to crawl small places and be lifted up by War or Strife to reach high spots. And she could even have her own little bag of collecting souls that she uses not for herself but to gain some discounts on amount of Souls the Horsemen would need on upgrades. Such a sweet cinnamon roll! 🥰

CHARACTER CINNAMON GUIDE HER WAY HOME ─ THE GAME HEADCANONS

◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE (Platonic!) Strife and War x Female Child!Reader

NOTES ↳ ANON ANON ANOOOOOON! YESSSSSS! OMG I LOVE THIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS! This is a concept I'm absolutely obsessed with -- that being the reader is a playable character in the Darksiders franchise. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who thinks like this and I finally get to put these ideas into a post! I went a bit crazy with the hcs amount that I had to stop myself.... there is so many ideas I have with this concept alone...

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✘ Nicknamed Cinn/Cinnamon.

✘ Your size is used to your advantage. Being so small, you are able to sneak past enemies (unless their level is higher than yours or they're a boss).

✘ If you have enough skill points put into your stealth, you can also utilise your "Deft Mittens" ability - this ability will morph into "Deft Hands" and then "The Phantom Hand" the higher your level is and the more valuable loot you'll be able to pickpocket from higher level enemies.

✘ You're also quick and have a short but 2 charge evasion sprint ability much like Strife. A very rogue-like build that utilises stealth and the element of surprise. You're armed with a single dagger that can eventually be upgraded to dual wielding through Strife's training.

✘ When War and Strife near a small crawl space, they will beckon you over to have you travel through and reach whatever objective you must accomplish.

✘ If you find a spot you can fit through but it's higher up and out of reach, you can call over either War or Strife to lift you up, your character delivering the voice line, "Uppie!" and you'll be hoisted up.

✘ you have the cutest voice lines... hands down. FACTS.

✘ If your health gets down to 1 point, there is a chance that either War or Strife will use an ability called "Guardian Wings" that flies them to your immediate aid to either block an attack combo or to grant you a healing potion if they have any.

✘ If you lose all your health or are inflicted with a powerful debuff that compells you to be stunned or paralysed while very low on health, this can potentially trigger Chaos and Anarchy for several seconds. If the enemy is downed within a certain time frame, then you will be resurrected without needing to start from your last save point. If not, then you "pass out" and need to load from your last save.

✘ A cute little mid-combat cutscene will occur if you have a healing potion and give it to Strife or War. Yes, you will want to stack up on potions just to see it because it's so cute.

✘ Uhmmmm especially in the genesis type cutscenes -- you are the cutest ray of sunshine. Anything and everything you do is the fucking cutest thing.

✘ You have a very shallow health pool and a weaker attack rate compared to your Horsemen counterparts. This means you will need to be very careful about your strategy going into fights. The more you rest at camp and train your abilities, the stronger you will become.

✘ Eating food at camp grants you buffs.

✘ Tool tip! remember to always search for treasure. Relics found in these chests can be traded into Vulgrim for health upgrades.

✘ If you go to Dis, she can also upgrade your gear and potentially grant you buff if you complete little return quests for her.

✘ Being human has its advantages. You have a passive "tinker" ability that's very weak to begin with but can be upgraded further on with your levelling and your story. This ability allows you to craft useful tools and gadgets.

✘ Dialogue options with Strife and War when you're out and about on your adventures are worth the many playthroughs! You get choices (much like DS2) where you can ask them questions about your surroundings, battle advice and special banters can be triggered in certain places and areas and if you do the hidden misc questlines.

✘ SPOILER HC! You can use the snow sphere given to you by Samael to use as a light source in dark areas. Go to Samael to upgrade this sphere and it can grant you a clairvoyant ability that can either lead you to higher level loot or if you're stuck, show you onto your current objective's path.

✘ You have a little satchel/drawstring bag that has a default number of 5 inventory slots. These can be upgraded at higher levels by Dis OR you can partake in small misc quests by Strife who will teach you the passive ability to increase your inventory space.

✘ You can also collect souls into your little bag that can give discounts for Strife's and War's upgrades on their armor and their abilities.

✘ War can also teach you a few abilities the higher your level is and if you put skill points into your strength but by default, you're role is a close ranged rogue type.

✘ You can choose whichever Horsemen you want to ride with and this gives you control over the movement. There are chase sequences where you can only evade oncoming attacks, but you can learn horseback combat that will allow you to either throw your dagger or cast a spell/ranged gadget.

✘ You can pet and feed Ruin and Mayham. Cause if the developers didn't allow you to do that, then that's just cruel.

✘ When travelling through swampy areas or anywhere that is too dangerous for you to traverse by yourself, you can engage War or Strife and they will carry you across.

[irenes-journal]

If all goes according to plan I should have a fic about this eventually 🫶 thank you so much for drawing this :,) I love them sm

hey guys! it’s been a minute!

this is a work i did inspired by @irenes-journal in the big bang server!

the idea is that sasha really wanted to win prom court, so she enlisted laurance to add leverage with his popularity. i loved the image it gave me so i drew it! hope you all enjoy!!

[criminalcinnamon]

CINNALLACE STUFF

- cinn knew scott in college and Scott introduced them to Wallace

- cinn comes over whenever scott is at Ramona's place so Wallace isn't alone

- they call very often

- Wallace often visits the diner cinn works at around closing hours so he can walk cinn home

- they would wear matching shirts (cinns idea)

- they also have matching plushies (cinn's idea again)

- cinn made them matching bracelets. Wallace's is black and blue and cinn's is white and purple

- cinn is warm and Wallace is usually cold so he is always at least holding cinn's hand

- they'd go to sex bobomb concerts together to make it more bearable

- cinn sleeps in the most uncomfortable positions and Wallace always wakes up because of them moving

- Wallace prefers to stay at cinns because there's more privacy

- it's mentioned in the books how broccoli is the only vegetable Wallace eats so I like to think that when Cinn and Wallace are on dates Wallace will give Cinn his vegetables cause Cinn loves vegetables

- in the background of a panel it can be seen that Wallace is playing solitaire (🤓) I'd like to think that Wallace lets cinn have a go and they win in like 30 seconds and he's like "how the fuck did you do that"

Also. Songs I associate with them:

That's all lol. Feel free to ask about them yayaya

[marlsswrites]

June 29th <3

Blooming - @wolfstarmicrofic - words: 1075

Sirius had a great life in his opinion, his best friend James owned a flower store, he had an amazing job in a tattoo parlour where he got to show off his designs and people actually appreciated them for once.

In his breaks, he ran over to the road to torment James while he worked, mostly just because he could.

He walked into the store, admiring the blooming flowers before walking over to the desk to find his friend, the problem was, no one was there.

Normally it would be James, or occasionally his coworker Mary behind the counter, but neither were present.

With a sigh, he dropped himself behind on the chair behind the desk, stubbornly waiting for James to come back instead of just waiting. He rested his head on the palm of his hand as his eyes travelled around the store, the only people present being a sweet old couple and a pretty depressed looking teenager who looked rather out of place.

He snorted to himself and peeled his eyes away from the shop and towards the door when the bell rung, a man talking quickly into a phone as he walked in.

Sirius could feel his lips part, his cheeks go a prominent flushed pink and his grey eyes widen at the sight. He hadn’t seen the man before, but he was beautiful.

He had tanned skin and a rugged complexion. He had scars adorning his arms and scratched onto his face, but it made him look even more perfect. It just made Sirius wonder how many more of those he’s got hidden right now.

The man was wearing an oversized sweater with its sleeves rolled up, he lifted his arm to scratch his neck, revealing a strip of skin on his waist that made Sirius go feral. There was a tattoo peaking out of the sleeve of his jumper, it looked like the moon phases.

Sirius doesn’t care if this is a based comment, but tattoos make a man even more attractive.

“Yes- no Lily I understand!” The man hissed into the phone and sighed. “You’re breaking up.” He spoke on a croakier voice. “Y-es b- bye!”

Sirius watched as the man pressed the hang up button and stuffed the phone in the pocket of his jeans.

The man looked around the store a couple times, Sirius keeping a sharp eye on him until he started walking straight towards Sirius.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath as he knocked a small plant pot over on James’ desk, mud spilling on some of the papers. He snorted slightly as he looked down, seeing James’ little comic book sketches as he swiped the mud from the desk.

“Hi uh-“ The man started as Sirius leaned on the desk, staring at him contently. “What flowers do you have for a wedding?”

“You’re getting married?” Sirius fought off a frown.

He laughed, the gorgeous stranger laughed such a sweet deep laugh that Sirius wanted to devour. “Ah no, I’m planning my best friends wedding and she’s going absolutely manic about it.”

“Guessing that was what the fake hanging up earlier was then.” He breathed out with a laugh.

“I see you were watching me.” The man spoke with a raised eyebrow as he leaned closer on the desk.

A pink flush started to rise up his neck as he blinked a few times, in utter shock. He could see the man’s face more clearly now, he has a collection of freckles atop his nose and long black eyelashes. He had plump pink lips that he licked every few seconds and he stunk of cigarettes. Perfect for Sirius, someone to match his smoking addiction.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “I’m Sirius.” He gave a stupid grin.

The strangers lips tilted up into a small smile. “Remus.”

Remus, Sirius repeated in his head. Remus, Remus, Re-

“So, the flowers?” He asked with a nod.

Truth be told, Sirius knew nothing about flowers. Which ones they used at weddings, funerals, dates, birthday parties? He didn’t have a clue. “I-“

The door swung open, a flushed looking James running in and skidding up to the desk. “Sirius- what are you doing back there?”

Sirius froze, the other man giving him a questing look as James ushered Sirius from his seat and sitting down there with a coffee and a cinnamon bun. “Where’s Mary?” James asked, his mouth full of a bite of his cinnamon roll.

“No one was here when I got here.” Sirius spoke quietly.

“Sirius you’re my best friend, but you don’t even work here.” He spoke in an amused voice. “Why are you even serving customers? You hate doing that.”

James looked around, his eyes planting on Remus. “Ah.” He tried and failed to cover his smile.

“That makes much more sense…” Remus gestured to Sirius’ leather jacket, arm of tattoos and his eyeliner covered eyes. Most definitely not the guy you’d find working at a flower shop.

He reached up, scratching the back of his neck and tilting his head to the side, unaware of Remus’ gaze lingering where his cropped tank top ended. “Yeah, I work at the tattoo parlour over the road.”

With one last amused glance between the two men, James stood up and started organising the flowers, clearly only trying to give his friend some privacy.

“You do?” He asked in interest. “I’ve been looking at getting some new ones done., I’ll have to pop around some time.” He pulled his sweater up ever so slightly to reveal a collection of tree branches weaved with vines, on the other side a moon with some birds flying around it.

Sirius sucked in a probably audible breath, Remus was toned. Like really fit, he had more scars wrapping around his stomach, his tattoos smartly covering them, only visible if you looked closely. Sirius was definitely looking very closely. “Yeah-“ he stuttered out. “I could do you sometime.”

“Oh really?”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What a shame.” Remus tutted, his lips quirking at his flushed he managed to make Sirius. “If you change your mind.” He slid a piece of paper onto James’ desk. Sirius looked down, swiping the paper from the desk and reading the number on it, then looking up to see Remus gone.

He never did get his flowers, Sirius grinned at the excuse to message him as he whipped out his phone and tapped the number in.

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

60? 74? anddddd 18? :0 :)

Hi Viv :))

60. Which is the ship everyone loves but you don't?

Oooooh controversial af, but I don't get the ship between max and Charles (not naming it cause I don't want it to get on some poor shipper's tag and justifiably annoy them). I see where people are coming from, but it's not for me and doesn't compel me.

74. Are there any F1 blogs that you change your perspective on somethings?

I am a big fan blogs which are essentially God's strongest soldiers aka fans of quote unquote unpopular drivers. @wewentcarracing strongly made me into a Lance aficionado, @estebanbicon is the person who similarly made me very affectionate of Esteban and I gotta say @itsblasttothepast who is the first person I turn to when any Checo news comes out. Cinn had done a post about Checo's different eras and while I had initially disagreed with Red Bull not being great for him, as time goes I do start agreeing more and more with it. There's also a lot of other people, but definitely these blogs have been super awesome!

18. Is there a driver that you hate?

Honestly, not really - there's ones I dislike or don't wanna take part in discoursing, but I honestly don't hate any one of them. They're just doing their job.

Thanks <333

[xerith-42]

dude. xerith. idk if you saw my reblog of madcatlad’s post, BUT. they cooked. the issue on the table: nether withdrawals. i’m insane about this.

very much exploring the idea of the calling being more about fighting the addiction that is the nether itself for shadow knights, rather than purely the aggression part.

thoughts? musings?

Oh Cinn, oh Cinn you've brought my attention to something beautiful.

Little known fact about me because I'm still pretty decent about over sharing on the internet, addiction is something I've actually thrown hands with before. The idea of the Calling as an addiction to the Nether?? Now that's a concept I can latch onto.

I think that there could be ways to satiate withdrawal, but not in an exactly helpful way. The Calling is in Shadow Knights brains like "Oooh you wanna kill your loved ones and come back to the Nether soooo bad." But minor acts of violence and arson can make it shut up. Enough bloodshed, such as what happens at the Werewolf Wedding, is enough to make it so a knight isn't drawn to the idea of killing their loved one anymore because the urge for blood has been answered. Of course... Most Shadow Knights fighting the call aren't exactly happy when something like the Werewolf Wedding happens to them.

As for the urge of the Nether, they could always try to answer that with things that are like the Nether or remind them of it. Sitting by a fire, setting things on fire, sitting in a pool of hot water that can at least try and simulate lava, setting things on fire, existing in the bitter dry heat of an Arizonan morning, or setting things on fire. The Calling always responds best to the most violent solution, and even while trying to satiate it, it's still pulling at the mental strings of a knight to make the most violent decisions possible.

That idea of being able to sit by a fire instead of setting something ablaze really sucks for Knights who might have been traumatized by the Nether and struggle to be around fire for very long as a result, Laurance.

A lot of moments of a premature Shadow Knight lashing out aren't necessarily because the Calling is making them want to kill, it's because it's making them want to go back to something they know is bad for them. It's a drug that they've overdosed on and are trying to run away from still present in their veins and urging them to take another dose, regardless of its lethality. That kind of mental gymnastics and battle wears down at a person even when they aren't actively fighting. Even if they aren't in their head fighting the Calling and it's urges, it's still there. They still think about it.

Laurance doesn't want to go back to The Nether. He would rather die again than go back there. But when he sees the frame of a portal, when he's nearby one that's unstable, he has to fight. He has to fight his body and its urge to go back to that hell. Just one hit will make him feel better. Just a chance to touch netherack and breathe that ashy air will soothe his worries. Because being reminded of the Nether, even if it causes a trauma response, does cause a part of his brain to feel good. The Calling sees fire and gives him a shot of dopamine and excitement.

Wouldn't it just be so nice if he went back? If he didn't have to feel this constant drain? If he was in the Nether then the Calling would shut up, right? Wouldn't it be so amazing to just feel this good all the time? He's already dead, what damage can be done to his body afterwards?

Of course the Calling has two components, both addictive. One is of course the urge to go to the Nether. The other is that urge to kill your loved one and gain immortality. Doing one only makes the other feel stronger. Oh, you sat next to a Nether portal and made it so you're now comfortable in the over world? Bet you wanna kill your lord right about now, huh?

What's that, you actually killed your lord? Well, don't you just wanna come home to the Nether where you're surrounded by people who have all done the same and won't hate you for it? Go on, you know you want to.

Like everything else, it comes down to the Shadow Kings need to control. If he can make Shadow Knights into addicts of stuff directly associated with him, they'll be more loyal. They'll serve him to get a fix of bloodshed and hell fire. They'll come running back to him after ruining their lives for his enjoyment, and they'll fall at his feet for the chance to become a higher up in their army. He deprives them of everything they ever could have had and calls it freedom.

[gwenlena]

having chronic fatigue is so fun because you wake up early and get some chores done and then youre eating breakfast and youre like wow i feel great i should do this everyday then boom! wrong! its 1pm and youve passed out from exhaustion

[footemoji]

i cannot believe i have to say this but if you’re saying bad things about someone in public and they find out and call you out on your shit. u are not the victim. you hurt people. you can’t say bad things about me and start crying if i come and tell you that what you did wasn’t nice. and you are all hypocrites for harassing cinn over this. its a public server. you guys are fucking losers and can’t admit when you’re wrong. get a grip!

also join my friends server where we are a safe community

[cocogrrrl]

cause and effect

turns out the repercussions of kenny's immortality is more than either of you can possibly fathom. frankly, it terrifies him.

kenny x gn!reader cw: breakdowns, loss of memory, mentions of scars (focused on) wc: 1389

an: based on my hc that every time kenny is revived he looks slightly different, retains scars, and memory is a lil messed up 😇 shoutout to my boo boo cakes/arch enemy cinn-anon 🧍‍♂️🎗 for carrying the plot!!

You can’t really say you enjoy just one part of Kenny.

I mean, of course, you loved every inch of him, but a part that came to his powers was that he looked different every time he came back from the dead.

You felt guilty, but you don’t think you could even recall what he looked like the first time you two met.

Or when he asked you out.

Or when you guys had your first date.

Or when you shared your first kiss.

He always rocked his messy blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Asides from that, nothing else remained consistent with his appearance.

Some days freckles would cover his face. On other days he’d some awful stubble growing on his chin. There was one time he was shorter than you. Another time his teeth were awfully sharp.

All you had to remind yourself of what he looked like were old pictures you had on your phone or photographed lying somewhere in your room.

Despite how often his appearance will change, you were certain that each time he was just as beautiful as the last.

Now you’re lying in your room, idly waiting for him to come. Had he passed recently? Yes, but you were sure he’d always come back.

As you expected, you heard a familiar set of knocks on your door.

“Hi, Ken,” you smiled, quickly pulling him into a tight hug. It’s been about a few days since you’ve seen him.

He looks different, as per usual. There was nothing of note for you to take notice of. Maybe it’s because you've seen him in so many different ways that any change was normal to you now.

“Hey, sugar,” he hummed, combing his fingers through your scalp mindlessly.

“I missed you.”

“You know I do too.”

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“I got this one when I was a kid. I got stabbed by a cult leader!” Kenny beamed, his fingers grazing over the faded scar on his chest that was adjacent to where his heart is.

One more thing about Kenny’s appearance is that the scars he would obtain from his gruesome deaths would appear every time he’s revived. Not all of them were etched onto him, but there were still a lot of marks that littered his body. Currently, you two were looking at said marks in the comfort of your bed.

“What?” That was the only thing you said in reply. Did you hear that correctly? You knew he often got in weird situations, but this was just concerning. 

“Yeah, it’s a long story.” He said, laughing your worry off.

“I wonder how you even get into these types of,” you paused, trying to find the best word to describe Kenny’s unfortunate predicament. “Misfortunes so often?” Misfortune was likely not the word you were looking for. It felt too soft. Tragedy is the word you should’ve used.

“Wish I could tell you that.” He sighed the faintest hint of exhaustion underneath his breath. ”I was pretty reckless as a kid, but my friends were more so.” 

“How so?” You hummed, burying your head in the space where his neck and shoulder met.

“It was Stan, I think? Definitely not Kyle. Maybe it was Cartman.” He spoke slowly, trying to recall the memory as he told you what it was. ”Basically, I have this friend who tried resisting an arrest back in 4th or 5th grade.”

“For what exactly?” 

“He kidnapped another friend, not sure who, so that he can have dinner with us or something.”

“Jesus.” You mumbled. You knew that some of his friends were rough, but this wild this early?

“Yeah, I can’t really seem to remember the story. It’s weird because I was there when it happened.” He was more caught up in his thoughts now than invested to tell you the story.

“I mean, a lot of things happened when you were younger, so I don’t think it’s impossible for you to have not forgotten that.”

“No, but I swear. I used to be able to recall that to every single detail.” You could hear a hint of dread and terror in his voice, but you didn’t want to press on the wound. You were scared you might make things worse.

“Babe, it’s alright.” You reassured him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Let me excuse myself really quick, hold on.” He said, entangling himself from your embrace. You were a little worried, but you let him go ahead.

You didn’t pay too much mind to it, just finding the pillows and sheet on your bed a lot warmer. The emptiness only felt a lot more concerning when he spent a rather long time in your restroom. It didn’t alarm you, but it did worry you.

You walked to the door, knocking on it. “Kenny? Are you okay?” To your surprise, the door knob was unlocked. “I’m coming in.” You said, opening the door.

You found him on the tiled floor, a few tears streaking his face. You weren’t sure if he didn’t hear you or if he meant for you to come in.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” You cooed, finding yourself kneeling beside him and pulling him into a hug.

His eyes were only focused on his scars. “How can you even love me?”

“What do you mean?” You raised a brow.

There was hesitance in the way he moved. “I look different every time I come back, and I can’t help but feel bad for you. Sometimes it feels like I’m not the same person you fell in love with. I don’t think I have an idea what I’m supposed to look like.

“I think I’ve lost my memories because of all the times I died. YN, what if I forget about you? Or Karen? Clearly, I’m already losing my best friends. I don’t think I could handle losing you two, though.” He choked out, arms snaking around your waist as he held on to you tightly—like you were about to disappear into thin air.

“I’m not sure how you love me. I don’t even look like the person I was a few days ago.”

His words were spoken with bated breath. You could just feel the tension and worry coming from him. 

You were only looking at him while he was focused on himself. You felt his confession tug at your heartstrings. You didn’t think Kenny would actually keep his feelings from you. He was usually honest and happy with you.

Apparently not, but that didn’t upset you or break your trust. You were just glad he was even okay to open up to you about this.

“But that’s the thing.” 

“Huh?” He breathed, turning his gaze back to you.

You find yourself tracing the some of scars that covered his back as he basked himself in your touch. “I’ll be honest with you: I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care if you show up one day on my doorstep with a different nose or something. All I know is that I’ll love every version of you no matter what you’re like, yeah?” You whispered, lips barely grazing his as you straddled him with his head in the palm of your hands.

“If you’re scared that you’ll forget any of us, just know that we’ll be here to guide you. For every memory of yours that might fade, we’ll always make a new one. Whether you forget us or not, we’ll be here to stick beside you.”

He only looked at you in silence for a few moments. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking at that moment. “YN?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Instantly, you felt your lips curl up into a smile you know you’d have no chance of holding back.

“Yeah,” you answered, a tiny giggle coming out of your lips as you did. ”But I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.”

“Well, I love you then.” He spoke, leaning in to close the very small gap between you two. You quickly pulled back after a brief second.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first. You can love me later. You’re all sweaty.” You laughed, giving him a smile and a squeeze on the hand. All he did was nod and smile, gratefulness hinting at the glimmer of his eyes.

[staytiny-angel]

Haven - A Stray Kids Fantasy Tale

Character Profiles

Christopher Bang Chan

Age: 270

Race: Dragonkind

Breed of Dragon: Fire

Bang Chan is the youngest dragon in his clutch, doted on by all his brothers. He makes his home in a cave system in the mountains of Alvernia. His favorite things to hoard beyond the normal gold and precious gems are musical instruments and oddly enough people. He currently claims possession of 2 fae princes, a dokkebi, a changeling and a gumiho.

Minho - Feline Prince of Shadows

Age: 260

Race: Fae

Minho is the Winter Court’s Boogeyman, the thing that even the ones that go bump in the night are scared of. Sent to the Summer Court to retrieve the forgotten prince he is shocked to find himself collected by a dragon amd is even more shocked to find his soulmate among the dragons horde

Seo Changbin

Age: 25

Race: Dokkaebi

Object: Microphone

Changbin was once the goblin servant and friend to Prince Felix, he was heartbroken when he was forbidden from joining his prince at the Summer Court. Shortly after he ran away from the Winter Court he was found by Chan and Han,

Hwang Hyunjin - Prince of Ember and Flame

Age: 250

Race: Fae

Hyunjin is the betrothed of Prince Felix and Felix’s platonic soulmate. He was forced to become a warrior because of his fire elemental abilities despite his preference for Art and Music.

Han Jisung - Prince of Sparkle and Sunlight

Age: 240

Race: Fae

Hanji is the best friend to both Prince Hyunjin and Felix. He’s a fun loving fae who prefers his poetry and music to war. He’s always been oddly curious about the shadow in the shape of a black cat that follows him around.

Lee Felix - Prince of Frost and Winter

Age: 240

Race: Fae

Felix is a Prince of the Winter Court who was traded to the Summer Court when he was a child in a bid for peace between the Courts. He was happier as a child but when his best friends disappeared within a moon of each other never to be seen again he became as cold as the frost that covers everything he touches. Felix rules over the icy tundra like city of Cinn Caillte (translates to lost ones) Cinn Caillte is the city of the lost and damned. Those who have fallen out of favor with the courts reside there.

Kim Seungmin

Age: ???

Race: Fae of unknown type

Seungmin wishes he could tell you what the hell he is. All he knows is that he was found. Seungmin was found by Chan on one of Chan's trips to the human world. Chan...heard the changeling singing on a streetcorner in Seoul and much to Seungmin's bewilderment Chan said 'Mine' and collected him.

Yang Jeongin

Age: 300

Race: Gumiho

Jeongin or I.N. as he prefers, loves the human world. On one of Seungmin and Chans trips to the human world they see what the think is a another younger human boy working in a cafe. Much to Seungmin's bewilderment he feels an even stronger pull to this boy then he does to Chan. Seungmin begs Chan to collect the boy and Chan does. Both are shocked when the boy is actually a 300 year old fox spirit.

[vacantgodling]

"🍎 ~ Which of your ocs do you think you could take in a fight?"

I demand violence (please)

VIOLENCEEEEE

chief i ain't gonna hold you, ya boi is a noodle so i don't think i could take Most of my ocs in a fight doscjk BUT i think i could probably take aloe in a fight (he wouldn't fight back and he'd cry about it and i would be a horrible person and hya would probably clothesline me to death but yknow good way to go), vira (similar reason as aloe she is a huge crybaby and i would be a bad person if i hit her LOL), rene from donut wip (bc hes a WIMP and i could bully him), sio from lukewarm rejection (also a wimp and ngl worth), haily from purple haze probably (WORTH), cinn from teardrops (height advantage but tbh she's very squirrelly so that could turn badly for me very quickly)... basically any of my ocs that are smaller or weaker than me which isn't many because i like making big beefy people OAUJCL