#Window of the soul

[creatures-of-the-void]

“Time is short, life even more.”

Blog of my absolute CREATURES working the Interdimensional Cleanup Crew

Rules-

They are all adults, suggestive asks are okay.

No directly NSFW asks. The characters are adults, I am not.

Roleplaying is highly encouraged! Go wild!

Be kind to each other!

Please don’t vent in the ask box. Heavily, at least.

Basic DNI. But Guilt gang (you know who you are) HARD DNI.

Character info-

MICHEAL he/it- Oldest fella here! Clocks in at about 5,721. He’s made of an ink-ish goop. He’s a lil demon fella h. He is over 12 feet tall. While yes, he is the oldest, he is in fact, NOT the boss! He is like the sales rep of the place, and acts as such. I’d describe it as a less energetic Spamton! It’s arms are tentacles:)

Eric, it/it’s, hiss,hiss’s-Second youngest, only about 594.It’s made of a tough, bone-like substance.Also a demon dude, same species as Mike. It’s roughly 7’9It’s part of the field team trio, running around fixing universes.Hiss is the little brother of Mike!

Finix, he/him- Youngest, at 43. He’s married. Don’t even try. He is. Trains man. :3 He’s an Angel-like being. Got wings to boot! He’s 6’3 He’s also part of the field team trio. His partner is an old oc, Quincy!

Brutus, she/he- Second oldest, 3,021 years. She’s a cyclops thing. Got a claw tail with an eye on it :0) He’s 5’3 He’s the final part of the field team trio Her personality is basically the song The Court Jester!!

Jerry- He’s in the middle, about 423 Another shadow dude! Though he’s not related to Mike or Eric He’s literally just me :) He has a flexible height, though the true height is 50’2, and the modified height is 8’7 He is the boss man around the crew He’s friends with Rob

Rob. It.- Ageless. It is the void incarnate. It is infinite It is the boss of the cleanup crew It can spawn a pair of jaws to consume employees. This is why there are currently only 4 employees.

These are all my characters! I love them to death :3

Divider by @/toastry

[vertigoartgore]

Cyclops by Pepe Larraz and Marte Gracia.

[electricfloyd]

Believe me now if not later, friendship will come back and it will make every dimension worth it

[pyjamacryptid]

‘cause every colour goes where you do

please click to sharpen the image! :)

[allura-raine]

[teaboot]

I really do believe that God put me on this earth to find hiding spots in airports

[elizabeths-storytime]

CrossGuild Skate Company

I passed by a skate shop called Crossroads and I went haha what if,

[shadowduel]

eye of the beholder

[wizardsimper]

There's something about how in Act 3 after Gale has visited the Stormshore Tabernacle, he tells the player (if romanced);

“I would much rather gaze into your eyes than hers. Yours are capable of tenderness, and feeling. No god could ever compare.”

It's worth noting that throughout the game one of Gale's most prominent characteristics is his very expressive eyes, we see it in almost all of his scenes when he looks at the player, in particular his Act 2 and Act 3 romance scene, as well other instances throughout.

But compare that to Gale after he becomes a god, his eyes are no longer the same soulful, emotional eyes as before, but glowing with ambition even if he's trying to express his emotions. He'll never truly look at the player like he once did, even if he still loves them.

[unspecifiedfigure]

his ass is NOT listening

[hanafubukki]

Hands have always been special to Lilia. It told hidden tales for those who cared to look.

And those who did? Were ones to hold in special regard.

Lilia held tiny clawed hands freshly born from an egg, hatched through great journey and love, with time they grew to one which will one day hold a kingdom within its grasp.

Lilia held small human hands, bundle taken from a dusted cradle filled with love, hands which grew to carry a sword and peace as a future knight.

Lilia guided hands born from two different races, the owner loud, but the hands swift and true speaking of value and valor as a future knight.

Lilia’s own hands spoke of hundreds years of history. Spoke of tales he sought to hide.

Your hands too spoke of your journey. Your journey of one not from this world, but one that brought companionship and joy to those around you.

Your hands spoke of truths which few took the time to see.

It spoke of empathy in its gentle touches yet fire when used in ire against others.

It spoke of cuts from endless nights of studying when pages never ended.

It spoke of scratches and older scars from battles you never should have taken part in but were forced to, of wounds from acquaintances turned foe to later friends.

It spoke of callouses from hardened labor at and around campus.

To Lilia, it brought him peace as it combed through his hair on nights where he laid his head on your lap.

To Lilia, it spoke of stubbornness or indignation when it bopped him on the head for his antics or something he said

These hands are a reflection of you. Hands he would worship every chance he got. Kisses softly trailing from nails to palm to wrist. Your heart beat loud and strong.

These hands match his, palm to palm.

Soon too, will both adorn a matching ring.

A promise to be made.

Together in this life and the next.

[spacedace]

Something I've seen in fics a few times but not for comedic effect is the idea that Constantine selling his soul so many times makes him look/feel Wrong to ghosts.

Like I love various Danny ghost shenanigans giving Constantine a heart attack in stories but just imagine that Constantine is like deeply, deeply unsettling for Ghosts & Liminals to be around.

To the point of whenever he and Danny meet for the first time at the Watchtower after Danny's joined the League, Constantine just walks in and upon turning to look at who just walked in Danny just shrieks like a small child and throws a chair at him out of reflex, diving behind Captain Marvel to use him as a magical human meat shield while screeching "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" At the top of his lungs and doesn't stop until Batman makes Constantine leave.

Even after Zantanna explains Constantine's whole deal and Danny explains to the Justice League how totally fucked up that looks/feels like to him ("Dude, Ghosts are their core, for us you see that before you see the shape of whoever you're talking to. Like, imagine someone walks up to you with a face that looks like it's made out of a shattered plate and the pieces are bleeding"

Or like, imagine instead it's a thing were Jason and Jazz are dating and Jazz, Danny & Elle are invited over for a nice meet the family brunch - "Brunch is fun and casual!" Dick insisted, "Way less intimidating than if we had them over for dinner!") and Constantine pops in to talk to Bruce about a case.

And the second he walks into the room all three just shriek like they're from an episode of Scooby Doo.

Elle takes one look at Constantine and just nopes out of there so hard she doesn't even gk intangible as she throws herself out the window and starts flying for the hills. Danny screeches like a cat whose tail has been stepped on and jumps onto the ceiling and scrambles away. Jazz screams like a house wife from an old Looney Tunes cartoon and starts climbing Jason like a tree - which is a bit of a problem since she's half a foot taller than Jay and throwing his center of balance off a bit and now half of the plates are smashed on the floor.

Jason doesn't even notice though because he also is losing his shit over what the fuck that thing is and unlike Elle is far more interested in Fight rather than Flight and pulls out a gun - "Why'd you bring a gun to brunch?! Guns aren't fun or casual!" - and just starts unloading on Constantine (who is very lucky Jason has switched to non lethal rounds and that he's quick enough with his spells to largely keep most of the rubber bullets from hitting him) also while screaming at the top of his lungs.

And well, turns out Jason's new girlfriend is the older sister of that ghost hero the League's been looking to recruit and Bruce is gonna take advantage of that - Phantom has been hard to pin down, which is fair, bad history with government agencies trying to kill him and all - to talk to him about a place with JL, though first he's going to have to get him down from the ceiling and that'd be a lot easier if Constantine would just leave already, they are supposed to be having a family brunch this is his one day off!

(Elle screams her all the way to Metropolis and doesn't stop until she nearly knocks Superman out of the sky. He isn’t really sure what's going on, but he does manage to calm her down and takes her to go get some ice cream. When he pitches joining JL she tells him that she thinks he's kinda lame but that Superboy is cool so she's down. It's...honestly kinda devastating but Clark manages to get through it.

A note gets made when the two ghost heroes officially join the League that partnerships with Constantine should be kept at an absolute minimum.)

And lol yeah, just, Constantine being utterly terrifying to Danny and the Pham

[shiki-jin]

aventurine has been taking over my thoughts lately so...

minors & ageless blogs dni -

warnings/notes: dacryphilia, overstimulation, mostly just soft and gentle sex though cause it's what he deserves, gn reader

he's laying on the bed underneath you, eyes watery and body twitching while he's whimpering. tears spring from his eyes, and he cums for the third time. he moans out your name, followed by a plethora of “thank you”’s and “i love you”’s.

you reach down to wipe the tears off his pretty face, and he shakily holds your hand while calming down. he feels like you're staring into his very soul, his entire being bare to your eyes.

it doesn't matter to him that half of his clothes are still on, that he's not actually naked, that he'd normally never even dare to trust someone this much, because he can't help but feel utterly seen in every sense of the word right now, and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

you lower yourself onto him, giving him affectionate pecks as he pants and he nearly sobs, too exhausted to keep going.

even though he can't stand the fact that you're showering him with such affection, such gentle touches and kisses, he still lets himself indulge in your warm praise and loving gaze.

ultimately, when he's wrapped in your arms at the end of the night, he can let himself relax for once. just tonight, he'll fall asleep in comfort and dream instead of having nightmares.

[her-penetrating-soul]

I see you. I see your Soul. It's beautiful🩶

[greenteaandtattoos]

crushed. destroyed. devastated. deCEASED after suddenly realizing their boba was the color of each other's SOUL

[maribird444]

to be looked at so earnestly… sigh