#mindless drifter

[furryeaglebarbarian]

Waith spore

"feel the sickening effects of my spectre spores.

[blabberoo]

I wonder if Drifter knows that V1 feeds on blood? I assume he does in the context of this crossover

However, I also have an angst idea:

V1 attacking Drifter due to low fuel, its instincts to find blood taking over its entire system, turning them into this almost mindless literal killing machine.

[searsage]

finally getting down to finishing the final shape campaign only to recall why i set it aside, like 70% of the campaign is simply glorifying Crow and then the actual plot, we get some zavala and even less fleeting ikora but for them its just the mindless "boo hoo he's sad" and " she's the pillar" repetitive bullcrap.

Everyone else involved in the whole what 10 year long fight is just shoved to the side as character npc status, we get 1 teeeeny tweeny arc for the empress and a small segment for Mithrax right before the game if back to shoving crow back down our throats.

All and all i wish they'd have removed whatever crow fanboy was directing the whole dlc towards him and hand such an important chapter to someone unbias so they could equally focus on all the important characters in the final battle.

What the hell about the stranger?!?!? The drifter? Eris mourn???? Character who had actual sway up until this point just shoved aside.

Im just disappointed.

[chainsxwsmile]

Folklore carried bits and pieces of truth. While Trolls did not necessarily turn to stone in the sunlight, they did inhabit bridges and request tolls ideally spent to maintain said bridge. Truthfully, many individuals could attack out of territoriality, disservice for an unpaid toll, or a number of reasons; their aggression tended to evolve into a rather poor reputation of mindless beasts. And, the occurrences in history during which troll-kind chose to support the wrong side further aggravated this reputation.

Needless to say, Bruce decided to strategically avoid the villages on the off-chance that his presence either stirred up an angry mob or drew to him unfavorable attention. The heavily-grown forest could conceal him for now as he traveled, keeping an eye out for potential areas in which to build his bridge. Trolls without bridges drifted, with neither territory to defend nor coin to pay for necessities.   

Drifters sometimes turned to stealing. Ransacking for food. Which, in turn, tended to further worsen the image of trolls. 

Bruce had scraped by for a few months, paying his way with manual labor for whichever farm or household granted him their trust. But he was running low on supplies, and debated internally whether going to the nearest village was worth the risk. The giant troll, standing fifteen feet tall when on his hind legs, lumbered along the duff in a quieter quadrupedal stance. His longer forelimbs allowed the movement to be comfortable and natural, but better yet, Bruce could silence his footfalls to avoid detection. 

However, Bruce had been so caught up in his own thought that he hadn’t watched where he was going; no sooner had the Troll caught sight of a small blur of blue and lilac that he saw-- and felt-- a creature collide into his arm. The stranger bounced on impact, and hit the leaf litter with a muted thump! 

Bruce blinked owlishly, at first. It... wasn’t a human, certainly. In fact, he hadn’t quite any idea what the creature was, save for the decidedly feline features of pointed ears and tufted furry cheeks. 

But a smile never hurt. So Bruce gave a wide, beaming grin that was unfortunately a few inches too wide and filled to the brim with teeth that rivaled the size of the poor creature in his shadow. “Hello, there,” the Troll bellowed, staring down at the newcomer. 

@mambo-by-a-mile​

[einsteinsugly]

Another Screenrant article to rant about! *Yay*

Four reasons That 90s Show's Jackie & Kelso reunion had to happen? More like, maybe three.

Ashton and Mila are together irl.

You know who (Hyde's actor) is a piece of subhuman scum.

Jackie and Fez are the worst. Jackie and Kelso is the lesser of two evils, but it's still an evil!

Their reasons:

Kelso's original T7S ending never worked, according to them. The author states that Kelso's a goofy character, and the show turning him into a "self-serious family man" was deeply out of character. But he grew by meeting Brooke and fathering Betsy; he wasn't a self-serious family man, but a goofy family man. He grew as a character, and Jackie and Kelso don't help each other grow, and hold each other back. Straight up.

Jackie/Fez's romance felt forced. I agree with this one, mostly, except they mention that Jackie and Eric would be worse than Jackie and Fez. And nope, Jackie and Eric have more potential than Jackie and Fez or Jackie and Kelso ever could.

Jackie's relationship with Hyde was always doomed. The author states that they didn't like each other, and weren't built to last. Other than maybe very early on, them not liking each other was totally a facade. They bonded deeply, over their shared trauma, and learned a lot from each other. Jackie learned to think for herself and push boundaries, and Hyde learned how to express his emotions and find his way in the world. And that true love isn't all that bad, after all. :) The author also states that "their plot went nowhere slowly." No, their relationship was built up to be endgame for three whole seasons (by Hyde proposing to Jackie), until season 8 threw it all out the window.

Jackie and Kelso's relationship in T9S honors T7S. Um, no it doesn't. The author says that "Kelso grounded Jackie," but he grounded her in the worst possible ways. He grounded her and trapped her in on-off mediocrity and mindless superficiality, so she can't fly. And if it honors T7S in any way, T9S merely honors the first half of the show (with a few things from the later seasons, such as JF's relationship and a warped view of Eric's Star Wars obsession, for a half-assed baseline of consistency). T9S clearly retconned Jackie and Hyde's relationship, Brooke and Betsy (and replaced Betsy with a sixteen year old Jay), and removed Hyde as a character of any importance. He skipped town at the end of an incredibly different season 5, never to be seen or mentioned again, as far as T9S is concerned.

PS:

And somewhat ironically, Donna being self-destructive and running to California and Kelso coming with her was the best thing that could've happened on the show. Because if Kelso didn't run away, Jackie and Kelso would've probably gotten married very young, Kelso wouldn't have met Brooke (and knocked up Jackie instead), Hyde would be a drifter of sorts, and the gang ultimately goes their separate ways (to the point where their kids don't know each other). Aka, other than Hyde running off with Chrissy in season 1, T9S is the worst possible scenario.

The author also mentions that T9S is a world where Hyde never existed. I somewhat disagree; in T9S, he only fell off the face of the Earth in the last third of the show. Since the gang and Red and Kitty still know Leo, even though T9S isn't willing to recognize how Leo came into the fold, Hyde existed in the earlier seasons of the show. They just lost contact with him (ugh, it's still so OOC), and they don't bring him up to the kids (aka, the scenes where Hyde was blatantly cut out).

[criticofallthings]

2:13AM AS I FINISH THIS ONE UP. Right back at it again with the sleepless hours *ka-ching* and the finger guns *points and imitates shooting*. No reason for this either. Just some mindless brain vomit and angst / distrust. Ive been having bad health times for past month and i think its putting me in a worse spot than the usual mental stuff. 😞 throwing words down sometimes gives a dash of serotonin so here we are

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"HEY KID, D'YA TRUST ME?"

Your gaze is diverted from the enormous taken ogre spawning into the arena towards the Drifter, shouting as he ran to be heard over the monstrosity's roars. He's dashing over to one pile of weapons crates filled with untested Strand hybridized guns that the two of you were supposed to be testing out on excess packs of thralls, taken from Gambit. The ground quakes as the ogre stomps into existence and you see Drifter turn his head to lock eyes with yours.

"No."

The word tumbles from your lips before you can register what you're saying, it's barely audible amidst the ogre's howls, but you see instantly that Drifter read your lips and knew. Almost imperceptibly his eyes briefly widened in shock and something deep within them shatters, then his face hardens into one of his usual showman's masks.

For a moment you almost didn't believe that thats what you saw in his eyes, but you know its the truth when Drifter overshots the crates and trips. His momentum carries him forward and he tries to roll into it to regain control, but he lands right outside of cover and in full view of the enraged ogre's eye. Before you can react, the orgre swings a clawed arm at Drifter and with a bellow, sends him flying. Drifter arcs across the clearing before colliding with one of the gnarled red trees with a sickening crunch of armor. His body falls to the ground and doesn't move.

The ogre releases a triumphant roar and shuffles to face Drifter's prone body, it's mutated eye beginning to quiver. You rush forth, lobbing a fusion nade at the ogre's legs and lunge for the weapon crates. The grenade sticks and ignites, exploding with a sticky wetness as it begins to burn into the ogre's leg. The creature howls in pain as it's staggered, body lite with a strange orange glow from the solar grenade. It finds you just as you claim a heavy stock from the weapons crate and it roars out a challenge. An eyeblast is soon to follow, sending woodchips and loose munitions flying from the crates you used as cover. You find a heavy magazine of ammo that seems to match the stock in your hands. To your relief the magazine clicks in place and the gun's automatic loading readies the ammo. The crates behind you creak with stress and you take the cue to tumble out of the way. As you go for new cover, you search for Drifter's body at the base of the gnarled tree, but there is nothing. A dull click from the weapon in your hands signals that it's ready to fire. Raising the heavy stock to press against your shoulder you level the experimental weapon and peer out of cover, scanning for the taken ogre. You take aim for the center of the ogre's eye and pull back the trigger with a heavy click. The weapon whirls as the trigger is pulled back then goes silent once it clicks home. Half a second later it fires, the impact thundering through your shoulder and almost knocking you down. Even though you braced for the strong recoil, the stock of the weapon jumps and the rebound dislocates your shoulder. Too heavy for one hand, you drop the weapon and reach for the handcannon at your hip. The Ogre's head is kicked back by the force of the round finding its target, but when it steadies itself again, you don't see any signs of damage.

You fire the entirety of the handcannon into the ogre's head, dodging for cover as it swipes at you with broad strokes of its clawed hands. They whistle past you by mere hairs, shredding the bark off of one those red trees. It begins to roar once more, but instead makes a choked gurgle instead. Curious, you cautiously peer out from your cover to see the ogre clawing at its head. A faint swirl of green threads knots and twists around itself within the ogre. The eye of the ogre begins to swell, then bulge as a massive Threadling burrows its way out of the ogre. It bursts through at the exact point you fired the hybrid weapon at earlier. The giant Threadling attacks the ogre again, shearing through its corrupted flesh and slaying the beast. Instead of dissipating like its smaller counterparts, the Threadling jumps through and around the corpse, mutilating it further.

Dumbstruck, you step fully out from cover to watch this spectacle. As you do, a twig snaps loudly beneath your foot and the Threadling suddenly stops. It squirms around to face you, shivering, then it launches itself at you to attack. Its too fast for you to react properly in your befuddled state, but from your left comes rapid shotgun shots that tear through the Threadling in a spray of green pellets. The Threadling dissipates and you turn to face the Drifter, clearly battered but somewhat recovered from his ogre-taught flying lesson. He wipes a crusting line of blood from his chin with one hand and gestures with the barrel of the shotgun with the other.

"Get ready for transmat. I'll send your Ghost the payment for testing out the weapons in a bit."

Drifter pauses to suck in a breath through his teeth, eyeing the heavy hybrid weapon and thinking for a moment.

"Hmm. Doubt the Vanguard will like killer, giant Threadlings. Gonna have to trash this batch o' guns this time."

He doesn't turn back to face you as he usually does. You take the awkward silence as a signal to leave and transmat up to your ship. Onboard, Ghost begins to scan your shoulder, putting it back in place and healing torn ligaments. A chime from the ship's console interrupts the tiny machine and its followed by a transmat request. You approve it with a wave of your good hand and the shimmering sounds of an incoming transmat ripple out shortly after. A handcannon appears on your ship's dashboard. You recognize the shape of it without getting up, but there's something different about it. An ornate snake in shifting, metallic green is painted over the barrel and rotary. A small paper note was sent along with it, on it was written:

"Worlds end. And when yours does, make sure you have a partner you can rely on."

In a scrawling handwriting. You know it's Drifter's penmanship. And you know it's an acknowledgment of yourself.

You give the ornament a fitting name:

Doubt.

[thefandomcassandra]

Hollow Knight Resurrected (2/?): Taking the Greenpath

A small amnesiac bug finds themselves in the fallen kingdom of Hallownest, following a calling he doesn’t understand.

(A novelization of the YouTube Series Hollow Knight Resurrected by GraveyardMedia)

The Murderer was still hunting for the bug in the red poncho. However, he had taken a break to try and gather intel. "Good evening gentlemen. Have either of you seen a girl with a red cape?"

"No I haven't!"

"Yes you have! She went that way!"

"Actually, no she went the other, opposite way from what you said."

This would have been more interesting or even useful if he wasn't talking to himself by pretending two corpses he found were actually people and capable of helping him. As it was, it was just sad.

"...Maybe I should just actually talk to real people." Yeah...It was a pretty bad look, talking to people who he didn't even kill. It's not as if ghosts were real. If they were, it would make talking to corpses viable. Ah well...the best he could hope for would be to find some other living bug in Greenpath and ask them if they'd seen the girl in the red poncho.

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In spite of how their last conversation had ended, the Murderer was genuinely grateful to see Cornifer. Here was another living bug he could talk to! And he sold maps, which was so so useful considering Greenpath was somehow worse than the Crossroads. "Hi—"

"Well apologizing didn't work, obviously, coz what can I do about the problem?" Oh. Oh no. Cornifer and Iselda were still having issues. Oh, this was suddenly somehow worse than listening to some bug he didn't know complain about how his wife didn't like staying at home. He knew both of them now, had talked to them. He had opinions and preferences. Fuck. "Hallownest is the premium un-mapped spot. If there's a place we can make money, it's here; but she hates it here! Good going. Great advice, it really helped! All my problems are solved!" Cornifer threw up his hands in frustration.

It was taking every social bone the Murderer had to not run back the way he'd come and bury himself in leaves like the bugs around here. "Oh...I'm sorry..."

"So what do I do now?"

"Uhh," he was the worst person to ask for marital advice, "give her a raise?"

"We're married. We both get all of the money." Point proven.

"Oh yeah...would buying a map help?" That would give them money and money is always good.

"Ehh...they say money can't buy happiness, but it can bribe off unhappiness, so yeah. I think it might help a little." Cornifer shrugged.

Hell yeah. Finally acing these social situations. "Ok. I was gonna do that anyway, but here you go!" A hefty eighty geo, but most of that was from when he murdered the rich mama drifter.

"Thanks." Cornifer took the cash and handed the Murderer a map of Greenpath. Unfurling it a little, he could already tell it would help immensely with his navigation woes.

"Oh, before I forget: have you seen a girl in a red poncho flying around? Talks to herself?" He made a gesture with his claws in the shape of her mask, the way her horns curved back.

"No. Wait, actually, yeah." Okay, now Cornifer was his favorite of the two weevils. "I think they threw something at me, like caltrops?" Oh damn. Sounded exciting!

"So you didn't get a good look at em?"

"Buddy, if your first instincts when someone throws caltrops at you isn't to haul ass? You're not gonna last very long down here." Cornifer sounded put-off by the Murderer's suggestion but, really, most things down here either wanted him dead on principle or were mindless beasts. Someone hucking caltrops at his head was at least an exciting attempt at his life!

Regardless... "Fair enough. I am gonna do the opposite of that, though." Might as well set his expectations so Cornifer didn't think he was sensible or anything like that. He was a murderer! They weren't sensible at all.

"Suit yourself kid. Good luck though." Cornifer got back to his work and the Murderer turned heel and went to try and find the girl in red.

Read the Rest on AO3

[loominggaia]

Another lycanthropy mutation scenario: in a remote village (not drifters hollow) scientists discover a new strain of dog lycanthropy. Basically the same as a normal lycanthrope but the weredog form is not as crazy or mindless

Well son, I believe at this point we've got an outbreak of furries...

Just kidding, this actually sounds possible! There are a few different strains of lycanthropy floating around in the world already. The disease mutates slowly, but it does mutate. Usually the mutations are quite minor (some strains have higher or lower rates of lunacy, some cause more or less aggression, more or less muscle growth, etc...) but there is one newer strain that world governments are concerned about, which causes strong cannibalistic urges even outside the werewolf form.

Considering that, a strain that changes the werewolf form itself doesn't sound too farfetched. I could definitely see a strain emerging that led to more intelligent, less aggressive werewolves.

*

Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1064 - Initial Thoughts

And we return

It would seem that Oda's opted to dual-wield this Vegapunk arc to catch up with Law a bit. There is some fear in the air, but let us see what develops

Side note though: PLEASE FUCKING TAG YOUR SPOILERS!!!

Honestly I've already been spoiled on 2 things yesterday from someone uploading raw scans without hiding it via 'keep reading' or using the spoiler tag, do better. It's as easy as this

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release Also

I guess the cover story has a different time frame since Augur was the one who accompanied Aokiji to Whole Cake Island to capture Pudding

At the very least Aokiji is looking good in the outfit, though I did like his drifter look

We go straight into Law vs Blackbeard as Law orders his crew to look after the ship

Law's quick to used his Awakened moves, R-Room slices Stronger horizontally so negate the wings, much to Blackbeard's shock

Blackbeard though continues to be effective with Whitebeard's old fruit, his shockwaves even send pressure to the floor below

Ah the exploding apples came back

Shachi used Water Gun!?

Alright Heart Pirates I see you, seems Law's crew are like Fish-Men in that they're versed in aquatic combat

As the crew take aim at Blackbeard's ship, Bepo uses his hearing to warn Jean Bart of Augur's sniping

Bart's finally getting used, providing the density to tank Augur's bullets as Law prepares K-Room

Shock Wille to Blackbeard really does a number because of the Damage Stack, he's even KO'd for a bit (reminder this took Big Mom down a bit too)

Augur warps to Teach so he doesn't fall into water, he suggests returning to the ship but Blackbeard ain't leaving empty handed

Law does make a point on how having a bunch of DF commanders can be risky, but Teach - reminder that he seems very versed in Devil Fruit lore - says the risks are worth the reward

As the Heart Pirates assault Blackbeard's ship from below, we go into the prisons to see Pudding

She's at the very least not frightened, her third eye is on display as well. Though the Big Mom alive status is still a question mark, Pudding believes she'll be back but others believe Big Mom's dead

Blackbeard looks to whip out his Dark-Dark Fruit powers, likely to negate Law's fruit, but we don't see the rest because we cut to Akainu

As he gets reports on Teach and Law's fight he laments the difficulties of being Fleet Admiral. Man isn't really the type to want to sit by and do nothing after all, though if he was with the Gorosei he'd be Lulusia-ing that island so probably for the best

Back to Luffy's group, the Police Pacifista has stopped its assault, thanks to Bonney's fruit changing their ages

70 Year Old Luffy looks more out of the bad timeline (I know that one is 60 years old but he does look a bit older than that) than the good one where he ages like Garp, Chopper doesn't look like either timeline since he's just frail. Bonney and Jinbe were put into kid form

Both Luffy and Jinbe do have valid points about Bonney's reaction to the Pacifista though

Jinbe goes further into talking about what he knows about Kuma's past, one Bonney's ellipses does imply to be falsified, according to him Kuma was a tyrant of the Sorbet Kingdom who was deposed by his people and turned to piracy

When he was caught and revealed to be a Revolutionary, he agreed to become a Warlord to serve his sentence, as long as he also submitted to Vegapunk's body modifications and cloning

Bonney does make a point in refuting that Kuma'd agree to become a mindless cyborg, and from the vibe we get from Kuma we have to agree

Bonney, having picked up a laser sword, also lashes out at the 'tyrant' part, noting how Kuma hated the government and must've been coerced - we better be getting that flashback

Turns out that Luffy and co are in Vegapunk's scrapyard, a place for all the rejected inventions

Since Kuma's mindless, Bonney claims that Vegapunk is no different to a murderer, and even though Vegapunk is apparently from a 'special race', it doesn't justify their actions

Still though, the ass shot is unnecessary, I mean it's a nice ass but still, time and place

Luffy and co got changed back to their normal ages too btw

Our next section is with the rest of the crew as Lilith rockets up to the skies

The rest of the crew get a look at Egghead from above, but they're going straight to the research lab in the skies

Punk Records is clearly written inside the giant egg, wonder if it's relevant

Lilith seems to know of Luffy's activities down below too, is there a hive going on or just comms?

Zoro and Brook decide to stay on the ship, which is odd since Zoro had that request

Franky is loving all this though, and even gets to experience Skypeia's island clouds, which Vegapunk can manufacture

Before entering Lab 0, it's time for some new threads

Okay so, like the boys' outfits, even Franky because he's got the Star Trek glasses but his hair will be mistaken for his eyes, but again can the women wear something that's not basically underwear? A skirt or just a jumpsuit like Lilith's wearing would've worked

That being said Robin back in the leather jacket is a plus, it's just the lower half I'm griping about, would've gone full leggings with Robin and a skirt for Nami (and the short shorts for Bonney as I mentioned last time)

Sanji how can you know what Aloha means there is no Hawaii...

Shaka meanwhile is on the phone, noting how he expects to be assassinated soon

But it turns out he's talking to Dragon, which is where Oda drops a break

So unfortunately, the Dragon cliffhanger was one of the things I was spoiled on, along with the Pudding appearance, but it does invite the idea that there is indeed a Revolutionary Vegapunk, and it seems it's likely Shaka.

Oda this time split his story into 3 mini bits where he's enticed us on each part. He's made a lot of effort now to show that Law's crew are able to hold their own - some satisfaction must come out of him after all the memes made - which is pretty impressive. I still don't think they'll win, with the fact that Burgess has gone quiet and we don't know what other Blackbeard crew members are present, heck we didn't even see Coby even though he's apparently a prisoner too.

With Luffy's group we're getting the Kuma lore and Bonney has won Luffy to her side for now, but it does lead to wonder if they'll find the Stella and learn new information. Seeing bad timeline Luffy at 70 is a bit worrisome but I guess you can't judge anything with Bonney's power, interesting though that she can bypass Pacifista by changing her age. We will need to get that Kuma flashback though to learn the truth, since it's clear all won't be what it seems.

And on the rest of the crew we're involving a Vinsmoke, two inventors, a weather manipulator via one of these inventions and a Revolutionary to meet with Shaka, who seems to be tied to the Revolutionaries and the Straw Hats too. I wouldn't put it past Oda to use this as a platform for both upgrades and MADS lore for Sanji. It's a shame Zoro and Brook are sitting out, I guess the Vegapunk threads wouldn't work for them, but someone will have to watch the ship. Once again though, the women outfit choices to have them all in underwear is irksome, I don't care if it's a 'battle suit' it just feels unrealistic, especially since no other inhabitants we've seen have this fashion. I dunno maybe Oda will change the outfits for when a fight occurs but it just seems a little too skimpy for the scenario.

But it was still a good chapter, maybe not as good as some previous but Oda does seem to be cooking something for 1065, he likes his round numbers after all. But we'll have to wait until after the break.

[lyrics724]

F*!#in’ Up (Live)

[Verse 1] Mindless drifter on the road (Why do I?) Carry such an easy load (Why do I?) It’s how you look and how you feel (Why do I?) You must have a heart of steel (Why do I?) Why do I keep fuckin’ up? [Verse 2] I can see you on the hill (Why do I?) Comatose but walking still (Why do I?) Curves beneath your flowing gown (Why do I?) Only I could bring you down (Why do I?) Why do I keep fucking…

[furryeaglebarbarian]

Deathspud worm 

Weird as at sounds,certain types of rot worms like deathspud would travel up to the nature realm to hunt.When hunting they’ll use juvenile mindless drifter spores by putting them on top of they’re heads as camouflage.Overtime the spores would slowly,but surely fuse to the back of rot worms heads,sortly after this process both mind and body of  the two will become one,which by making the mindless drifter the dominant force and the rot worm as it’s ever hungry puppet.

[raevenlywrites]

I just watched two plastic grocery bags roll lazily down the hill and across the road, looking for all the world like a couple of raccoons, and this is now my gift to you:

Forest Jellies

Seriously. The way these things billowed and bunched, filled and deflated, slunk and scuttled - equal parts skulking forest critter and mindless sea drifter. Forest Jellies could be the next best thing to show up in your world building. Tardigrades meet Jellyfish meet late night scavengera

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

christmas with you/vic vega x reader

Hi everyone! This is a request from @rorygilmorewannabe, that I thought was wonderful. Sorry it took so long, school and being unwell suck. I did try despite my being under the weather, and I’ll redo it if you’d like. This is a one shot fanfic of a Christmas themed story about Vic Vega/Mr. Blonde with a female lover. As always, I've tried to make the reader as gender neutral as I can, but go right ahead and change the pronouns to fit your desires!

There are no trigger warnings for this particular fanfic, its all just lighthearted Christmas fun and fluff!

Quick legend: Y/N=your name, H/C=hair colour, and S/C=skin colour. Enjoy, and let me know if you want to see more!

All around Y/N, the essence of Christmas was around her. It enfolded her in a warm embrace, a nostalgic feeling that brought childlike vigour to her. Whether it be in the songs blaring from the radio, the smell of gingerbread baking, the twinkling lights of the store displays, or the tangibility of joy in the air, it was like an old friend to her. Every time this season of mirth arrived, she could not help the bubbling happiness that overcame her. Most people she knew found her excitement to be pleasant. It was in the spirit, after all. Through all the troubles of the year, this was the time for peace and togetherness, a chance to revive the soul from its listless bearing of the burdens of life. The mindless carrying on that we all do to get through the day. Christmas was the time to let walls drop down as you enjoyed one another’s company. It was almost like an escape for some people, though Y/N preferred not to think about it that way.

It was the first week of December in Los Angeles, the cold having already set in. The sun shone as normal in the Californian city, beaming in through the windows of Y/N and her boyfriend’s apartment. She was hard at work decorating the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. In a comfy pair of jeans and his fading black Stealers Wheel tank top, she hung ornaments from the green boughs of the tree, the scent of evergreen thick in the surrounding area. Gilded tinsel flashed in the light, reflected like the gold of an Egyptian royal’s jewelry. Varied baubles dangled on the branches, statuettes shaped like reindeer, spheres embellished in their greenish red hues, familiar Yuletide characters grinning at her from where they hung. In thin strings, multicoloured lights shone as they cast shadows on the wall behind. The puffy red garland lay neatly in a box at her feet.

That comes next, she thought. Hopefully it can happen when Vic comes home.

The smooth velvet vocals of The Drifters crooning White Christmas filled the room, Y/N joining them without effort. She swayed her hips, grasping at imaginary billowing ballgown skirts/flowing coattails by her side. Dancing in elegant steps, she twisted in a solitary waltz around the Christmas tree. On she danced, too wrapped up in her fantasy to see her boyfriend pushing open the door to their apartment. Vic Vega held a paper grocery bag taut against his chest, of which was bursting full with the food for their coming feast. Turkey, potatoes, gravy sauce, plums, stuffing, candy, and of course, your favourite Christmas dessert. His sunglasses covered his sparkly blue eyes, the shades glinting. He’s bundled in a thick black parka with a pair of casual slacks and his enormous winter boots. Shades of rosy red tint his cheeks and nose. It’s been unusually cold in Los Angeles for December, freezing at times. People were chalking it up to climate change, others a government conspiracy, and even some blaming the lack of Christmas spirit. Whatever the case, he was annoyed by the cold. He stepped inside, a wave of hot air rushing over him from the furnace. Kicking off his boots, he tromped into the living room. 

“ Sugar, I’m home!” he started to call, but stopped when he saw Y/N. Bing Crosby’s Mele Kalikimaka played, the soundtrack to which she was dancing. Her S/C skin glistened with sweat, her H/C hair messy from the exertion. In his shirt and tight jeans, he couldn’t help but ogle at how gorgeous she was. How on earth he had scored her, he had no clue. Still, he wasn’t going to squander it. He chuckled, striding over to were she was. From behind, he pulled her into his arms. Y/N knew that grip all too well, and she melted into it. 

“ Hey, baby,” she breathed, turning to face him to bury her head into his chest. His cologne was potent, along with his natural musk of cigarettes and hair gel. 

“ Mmm... You were gonna keep dancin’ without me, hot stuff? What have you been up to?” she gestured to the tree, making him smirk. 

“ Why am I not surprised?” he laughed. She giggled too, relaxing into his arms. They stood in an embrace for a few moments, enjoying each other’s touch. When they pulled away, he threw up his hand towards the grocery bag that was resting on the couch. 

“ I got what we needed.” he said. “ No trouble at all.” 

“ Perfect! The tree is almost done, I’m gonna set up the gifts under the tree, and then I was going to put on a movie. You wanna help me?” 

“ You bet, baby. Oh, before I forget, Eddie called,” her eyes lit up at hearing her best friend’s name mentioned. He had the same reaction as well.

“ Oh! Did he say if he was coming for the Christmas weekend?” she continued hanging ornaments, Vic lifting the garland out of the box. They began putting the final touches on the tree, talking as they did so. 

“ And I quote: “ Wouldn’t fucking miss it for the world, Toothpick.” Him and Joe both, they’re real excited, Y/N. I couldn’t get Eddie to shut up.” he was gushing, wrapping the garland around the tree. 

“ That’s awesome. I was really worried they wouldn’t be able to make it.” he hummed, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“ I know, I know, hon. I cleared off everything from today to the New Year, so that I’m home with you. I wouldn’t miss Christmas with you either, Y/N.” she smiled, hugging him tight. 

“ I love you, Vic.”

“ I love you too, Y/N. Let’s get this house all decked up for the Holidays, huh?” 

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Part 17

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

A/N: It is here! So sorry for the late update lovelies! I’ve been having really bad writers block lately and my job keeps switching my hours up so now my sleep schedule is all fucked up. And after writing this part I want to go stargazing so bad but the light pollution kind of sucks where I live. 🥲 Also this is my first time writing a steamy scene so I’m sorry if it’s awkward. Feedback is much appreciated and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. 😊

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appears at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, angst, some foreplay and making out

You had still been wrapped in Zemo’s arms, the two of you indulging in each other’s presence in a silence, which combined with the faint beating of his heart, you only found to be comforting. The meteors still swept by the earth’s atmosphere above you in flashes that lit up the sky, leaving behind trails of white that resembled the strokes of a brush, as if your mother Asteria had painted the celestial bodies using diamonds onto a canvas that was the night sky. You could only make out the few stars and constellations that were scarcely scattered across the vastness above you, caused by the light pollution that unfortunately managed to mantle the wonders and beauty that settled just beyond, separating humanity from the marvels of the universe. The stars flickered like the diminishing of the flame of a candle, a farewell to the billions of years lived by the remnants of those enormous spheres of hot plasma, thus leaving behind the birth of other stars to fulfill their legacy. However, there was a certain star that did not flicker like the ones around it, a certain spectacle distant in time and space that still managed to burn bright despite the innumerable amount of light-years that separated Earth from it. The remaining light of your planet Olympus. You stared at that particular star, your brows knit together and your face etched with this certain melancholy that one could not explain. How could one thing be so near, within the reach of your fingertips, and yet be entirely outside the capacity of reach.

“Draga.” You heard Zemo softly speak, his chest slightly wavering beneath your cheek from his words.

“Hm?”

“Something troubles you.”

“What makes you say that?” You stared off, your eyes still fixated to the fading existence of your world.

“Your eyes draga.” Zemo looked down at you, his eyes scanning over the troubled creases that masked your features. “I have seen this shadow in your eyes that has seemed to occupy them as of recently. What troubles you?”

“…………You see that star there, right between those two constellations?” You pointed above you.

“Mhm.” Zemo nodded as he followed the line of your finger, his eyes now focused on the same exact star yours have not yet left.

“That’s my planet………Olympus.”

“You’re welcome to tell me about it if you’d like.”

“Well, when I was little, I used to live with my mother in this quaint cottage by the sea, similar to the one I live in now with my daughter. She used to bring me out most nights for stargazing. She had built this outdoor platform with bedding and blankets and we would have a small fire going to keep us warm as we watched the stars and constellations while she told me different tales and epic poetries. As silly as it sounds, she would make shooting stars appear in the sky for me knowing how much I loved them. Gods, I wish you could’ve seen my home back in its days, back when everything still remained. Everything was so…..beautiful, and the skies, gods the skies, you could see the different planets and galaxies as if they were only miles away. To this day, I have yet to see anything in my travels that compares.”

“I would have loved to seen it Schatzi. Your mother sounded like a wonderful person.”

“She was the kindest soul I knew.” You turned your body so that you could look up at him, resting your chin on your hand.

“You miss her.”

“There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss my family and planet.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to them Schatzi. I wish you never went through what you did.”

“If only I could bring them back. I’d do anything to be able to just see them again.”

Zemo was silent, believing that no amount of words could have provided you comfort, no matter how deep the meaning or how significant. He could not imagine what you went through. He had lost his country and his family, and you had lost your family as well, but you lost your world, your entire race, leaving you to be the last remaining entity of your people, the last Olympian and the last Chthonian. Words could not bring your family back, just as they could not with his. So he only did what he was able, making a silent unspoken promise within the abyss of his damaged heart to be there for you as he held you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

A sudden feeling of guilt crawled up your spine like a venomous scorpion ready to sink its stinger in your skin with means to cause nothing but pain and suffering. You felt guilty for being here, lying next to Zemo wrapped in his arms like a pair of star-crossed lovers from the pages of a novel. A part of you felt selfish for what you did, undeserving of the affection that was bestowed upon you from a man who had suffered enough from the loss of his family. How much longer did you think you could give in to your mindless emotions without a single thought of the consequences it might bring about. Did you really think you could go on as if nothing is happening? As if you can conceal your true form from him forever. No. You could not. You did not have the heart to keep such knowledge from him. If you wanted to pursue what you had with him, you would have to tell him the truth when the time came.

“We should probably get back before Sam and Bucky notice.” You mumbled, blinking back the tears, your heart aching to go back to the way things used to be, wishing you could leave all of this and just be able to go back home. You didn’t belong here on earth, an immortal amongst mortals. At least on Olympus, if your titaness form had been revealed, many would not have bat an eye. They had already seen the likes of Titans before and the locals had become accustomed to you. But here on earth, you were nothing but a stranger, a drifter.

The two of you walked back to his place in silence, the only sounds being the whistling of the wind, the chirping of crickets, the voices of the few pedestrians and the humming of the cars that drove by. Your hands brushed against each other, craving to intertwine your fingers with his as you walked down the stone paved streets lit by the lamps that lined it, the two of you still withdrawn despite what occurred between you both. You felt it would have been silly, holding his hand like a couple of teenagers, though a century ago, you wouldn’t have gave it a second thought.

You arrived at his place, standing at the bottom of the steps in front of the double doors with Zemo opposite you, illuminated by the street lamp that stood just behind. Feelings of conflict washed over you, drowning you in waves of despair. As much as you wanted to be with him, a small part in the back of your mind kept telling you that it was wrong. Neither of you wanted to go through those doors just yet, wishing you could have spent the night under the stars. But life seems to have a way of working against your favor. The Wakandans would be here to collect him possibly tomorrow, and you would have to bid him farewell, separated from each other for what could be forever. As much as you did not look forward to that moment in having to turn him in and never see him again, you wouldn’t stop the Wakandans from what they were promised. And though you hadn’t said a word, Zemo had already knew what your decisions were regarding it, and he could not blame you for it. You were a woman of justice and you followed a code, and he respected that.

“Zemo.” A frown appeared on your face.

“Please,” Zemo whispered to you as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Call me Helmut.”

You looked at Zemo once more, a look of longing hidden behind your eyes as you unconsciously swiped your tongue across your mouth, watching how his eyes followed the movement before lingering on the wetness of your lips that resembled the petals of a rose after the pouring of cold rain in the midst of spring. Oh how he wished to be the drops of rain that were gifted the pleasure of grazing upon the velvety petals that belonged to such beauty of a flower, a symbol of union between the two domains in which the heavens came down to declare its love for the earth. A pulling sensation filled within your core, drawing yourself to Zemo as if he were the sweet berries of deadly nightshade that have lured many unfortunate souls. Banishing the thoughts of doubt that clouded your mind, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to you, crashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Zemo was initially shocked by your bold gesture and stiffened from the way your mouth moved against his, surprised you would pull something like this when just a wall away Sam and Bucky were awaiting your arrival, before loosing himself into your embrace.

Your fingers clenched the collar of his sweater and your fingers grazed across the exposed skin of his neck while his hands went to your waist in a desperate attempt, fumbling to grab at anything and bunching up the bottom fabric of your sweater as he pulled you against him. The tips of his fingers brushed against the skin of your waist that was exposed below the hem of your sweater, leaving behind goosebumps in its trail. You smiled into the kiss from the way he completely melted under your touch, a part of you amused from the affect you held over him as you managed to elicit a moan from deep within his throat. Zemo’s brows were furrowed in the passionate moment, something you have noticed when you first kissed him, a small crease in the muscles of his face that showed just how lost he was when encased in this moment with you, and it absolutely melted you. He was addicted from the warm numbness, the ecstasy he felt from kissing you. Your lips were like heroin to him, leaving him yearning for more, and it didn’t ameliorate the fact that his years spent in a German prison had left him somewhat inexperienced and filled with a chasmic longing for touch and intimacy from the lack thereof. Deep within him, masked by his ideas and objectives, Zemo wanted to be able to love someone again, a chance at a new life and a family, and perhaps, he saw that possibility with you. But, behind the passion of the kiss you shared with him, there was something else, a poison that laced your lips with feelings of despair and forbidding that consumed you as if you had tasted those sweet berries of nightshade, slowly loosing yourself to its malice. His lips which were at first warm to the touch, now felt cold like ice and sent shivers of dread through your veins, as if this would be the last kiss you shared with him.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, your teeth softly grazing against his bottom lip as you did so. Both of you were left breathless as you rested your foreheads against each other, panting as your breaths fanned each other’s face as if you had just been trapped in the depths of the ocean before breaking through the surface to allow oxygen to fill your lungs.

“If you keep doing that Draga.” Zemo rasped between breaths, “I won’t be able to compose myself.”

“Good. Maybe I don’t want you too.” You smirked before placing a playful kiss on the tip of his nose. “But I really should go back inside, and you should do the same. Just make sure you go unnoticed.” You slipped his coat off your shoulders, his cologne that lingered on his fur collar leaving your senses with discontent as you returned his coat to him before going over to the doors, stopping to turn back to him with a smile before stepping inside and closing the door behind you. Gods, what the hell did you do that for???? You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you wanted to slap yourself for pulling a move like that.

“Gods I’m stupid.” You muttered to yourself.

“Hey.” Bucky smiled once he spotted you, his voice soft as if he were afraid you would shatter at any moment from the discussion that took place earlier. “How was your walk?”

“It was nice, relaxing. I went to the park to stargaze.”

“That’s good. As long as you feel better.”

“I do, actually. Thanks Bucky.”

“You look flushed. You okay?” Sam noted as he stepped over to you.

“Huh?” You stopped short. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just had to kind of uh power walk back here so you guys wouldn’t get worried. But I’m fine, yeah. Anyways, I’m going to hit the sack since I’m feeling a bit tired. Goodnight you guys.” You waved them off before going to your assigned room, making Sam and Bucky give each other questioning looks before they both shrugged it off.

You shut the door behind you, letting out a breath of relief that they had not caught on to anything and praying that Zemo had managed to sneak in. You had just gotten off the phone with Maze and your daughter, catching up on their activities after cleaning yourself up and changing into your nightgown. You had pulled up a chair next to the window that was in your room, your feet tucked underneath you and a warm cup of rose and blackberry tea in your hands. Your robe hung loosely off your shoulders as your index finger twirled above the small silver spoon that swirled in your cup, mists of violet wrapping around the handle of the spoon as you used your powers to stir the contents of the tea. You stared out the window onto the old streets of Latvia before glancing down at the teacup that was nestled in your hands, the glow of your eyes reflected off the window pane along with the tiny stars that swirled through the small globe of your necklace your mother gave you. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the moments that passed and the ones that have yet to come.

There was a knock on your door, interrupting you from the thoughts that had resided in your mind. “Come in.” You spoke as you looked through the reflection of the window and saw a figure step in. “Zemo?” You stopped using your powers, the clinking of the spoon scraping against the sides of the porcelain cup coming to a stop. “You know, you gotta stop sneaking into my room.” You teased before frowning, seeing the expression that sat on his face. “What’s wrong?” You got up from the chair, setting your cup down on the table before walking over to him.

“The Wakandans will…….be here for me tomorrow.” His eyes were lowered to the floor, the browns of his irises which reminded you of the dunes of the Sahara desert were whirling in thought, resembling the dunes caught in the midst of the fury of a sandstorm, as if searching for an answer to his troubles.

“Ze-Helmut, I………” You sighed, your tongue and mind lacking the ability to compose any words that might have provided some solace. “I’m sorry………..I don’t know what to say.”

“Y/n, schatzi” Zemo grabbed your hand, tracing his thumb over the bumps of your knuckles. “You don’t have to say a word. My actions………must be accounted for.”

You were silent, your brows knit together and your lips sealed as if your voice was ripped from your throat. Your heart wanted to tear itself from your chest, begging to be released from its cage so that it could be free to lament, so that it may be able to express the words that held it captive. But your tongue was tied, held back between the prison that was your teeth as you clenched your jaw. Zemo’s hand still held yours, stroking the soft skin on the back of your hand which were a contrast to the small rough patches on your palm, before you heard him speak again. “Can I kiss you?”

You blinked at him, lips parted in surprise that he would even ask such a question when you were honestly willing to kiss him any time of the day. The Zemo you had come to know was far different than the one you had heard about, his cold demeanor seemed to completely fade when he was around you, like a fog that dissipated with the coming of daylight. A part of you pondered whether this was how he used to be, before the events that happened. Though he hadn’t had a chance to share such affection with anyone and lost practice, you still found him to be great kisser and it always managed to leave you breathless. “Yes, please.” You whispered, your voice barely audible before you felt his lips brush against yours. What was sweet at first became more feverish and filled with hunger as an unfamiliar spirit seemed to possess your body, darkening the amethysts and golds of your eyes that resembled the galaxies, into the blackness of the abyss that swallowed the outer edges of space where not even the slightest bit of light could reach, almost as if you were sinking your claws into your prey.

A heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, filling your body with an electrifying warmth as his mouth moved against yours more confidently this time, catching you utterly by surprise and leaving your knees weak, a feeling similar to the stillness in the air a mere second before lightning strikes the ground beneath your feet. His hands slipped down to grab the flesh of your waist, dehydrated, and filled with an intense thirst that could only be quenched by your body that was the ocean, your skin separated by the silk fabric of your nightgown. Your hands went up to grip his shoulders as a gasp escaped your lips upon feeling him move down to your jaw and neck. Gods, since when was the last time you were touched like that?

“Helmut.” You rasped, struggling to hold back a moan as his lips sucked on the skin where your collarbone met your neck, making you lean your head back to allow him better access. Your robe had fell to the floor, leaving your arms completely bare while Zemo’s hands caressed the skin that lined them before resting on the dorsal part of your upper arms, the combination of the frigid air and his fingertips that felt like the touch of fire sending shivers through your body. “What if they hear?”

“Let them.”

“No……….I’m…….serious.”

“Well if you’re that worried Draga.” Zemo stopped to look at you. “The walls are thick enough.”

Gods that completely sent you over the edge. It felt as if you were on a high, your mind was not even within this dimension as Zemo met your lips again. You had to throw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from collapsing as the two of you shifted in the room, Zemo guiding your body before the back of your knees came in contact with the side of your bed. You let yourself fall back into the soft mattress, bringing Zemo down with you. You both were a mess, your hair disarray, the thin straps of your nightgown fallen past your shoulders had almost left your breasts exposed, and the skirt of your nightgown had ridden up to your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Zemo squeezed at the soft flesh of your thigh before attacking your neck again. He didn’t know how to describe it but you tasted absolutely divine. Perhaps being a goddess made you taste of ambrosia; the golden, honey-flavored fruit that grew on the trees of Olympus. You were in absolute bliss and thanked the gods he wouldn’t be able to leave a mark, at least you hoped not.

“Helmut.” You moaned, your nails digging into his biceps as his warm lips made a trail down your collarbone and lower to where the lace trim of your nightgown met just above the curve of your breasts, lingering on the space between, filling your mind with thoughts of a certain region you desired those lips to be. “Fuck.” You hissed from the contact, your hand moving its way to his head as you ran your fingers through his soft hair, your nails raking across the back of his scalp as the heat between your thighs only grew. You unconsciously pressed your heel to the lower part of his back, beckoning him closer to that heat between your thighs as you bucked your hips up. Zemo growled at the movement, slightly nipping at the skin where your breast had started to form, causing you to gasp and your eyes to fly open from the sensation.

“Apologies draga.” You heard him mutter before tenderly kissing the spot where his teeth had been.

Seeing Zemo in a close proximity above you in such a position had you dazed, wanting him to take you right then and there and not caring if the others heard you or not. And as your eyes wandered lazily over the sight of him, they widened in horror once they glimpsed at the image of your hands. Your nails became sharp, claw-like, and that deathly color had returned once again, slowly making its way up your arm like the tendrils of a shadow belonging to a demonic spirit.

“Helmut.” You whispered, your voice becoming panicked as you loosened your grip on his arms, being careful not to pierce his skin. “Helmut wait.”

Zemo stopped, pushing himself up to meet your eyes as his concern grew from seeing the frightened look that filled them. “Schatzi, what’s wrong?” He brought his hand up to your face, brushing away the strands of your hair. “If you’re uncomfortable let me know.”

“No, gods no. If anything I don’t want you to stop.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that………….”

“What is it schatzi?” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed your cheek, afraid that he might have offended you in some way, afraid that he might have been too forward.

“I’m sorry Helmut. I want to, I really do, but not like this.” You shook your head as you got up, shifting over to where the dark shadows of the room fell on the bed to hide your arms, afraid to meet his eyes as if you had made a fool of yourself. “Not like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me y/n.” Zemo smiled at you. “If you’re not ready, than I’m not ready.”

“Thank you Helmut.” You smiled back before giving him a delicate kiss. “I’d………uh like to think some things through.” You prayed that he didn’t see your hands, hoping that the darkness of the room managed to disguise it.

“Of course draga.” Zemo placed a lingering kiss on your forehead before leaving your room, stopping at the door to give you a comforting smile as he carefully shut it behind him.

Your eyes still lingered on the door, waiting to make sure he didn’t come back before turning on the bedside lamp and staring down at your hands. You had managed to stop the color from spreading up your arm, yet it strangely still remained, stopping halfway up your forearm. This wasn’t good.

“What the hell?” You scrunched your nose, trying to use your powers once again to remove it but to no avail. Fear coursed through your veins as you attempted to remove the color, spell after spell, hoping those vine like tendrils would crawl back down your hands and disappear. You cursed under your breath as each attempt proved to be as futile as the one before. What the hell was going on? Why were your spells not working? It vanished before from your magic, why wasn’t it doing so now? You were struck with a sudden realization that perhaps this change would become permanent, that maybe suppressing your true form for all those years had caused it to spiral out of control and in turn try to overpower you as if it had a mind of its own. You growled through gritted teeth, the furniture around you shaking as your fists were clenched in frustration, the violet mists of your powers encompassing your hands and sparking with small bolts that corresponded with the vexation that overwhelmed you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the mist around your hands disappearing and the shaking of the furniture coming to a stop. You had to work something out. You were left no choice but to keep your hands covered from now on until you found a solution. If any of them questioned it, you had to have a damn good lie. Getting up from the bed, you walked over to the double doors that led to the small balcony and opened them, your hands gripping the cold iron rail as you stared out at the view of the Latvian streets and buildings before you. Oh how you wished your sister Athena were here. She knew everything.

“Oh Athena.” You stifled a sob as you stared up at the stars, focusing on the light of your planet as if she could have heard you, a tear cascading down your cheek and dropping to the streets below. “Gods I wish you were here. I really need your help.”

Despite your pleas, you knew she wasn’t there, her existence only an artifact of the past. You were praying to nothing but a memory. It was extremely urgent that you got information on this matter of your form and the words of the prophecy that still threatened and echoed within the depths of your mind. And since you couldn’t obtain such knowledge from another Olympian, you would have to gather it from the old texts. Muttering a few words in Ancient Greek, you waited, searching, until a small white moth came into view, fluttering in your direction. You held out your finger, letting the tiny creature come to rest upon it.

“Hello little one.” You smiled at the moth as you gently stroked it in greeting, bringing it closer to your face so that you could speak to it in your language. “Please send word to my familiar and tell him to gather as much information he can on Titans and the prophecy. And tell him to come find me when he is done. Thank you.” The moth looked at you with understanding behind his tiny black eyes, it’s antennaes twitching before fluttering away into the moon. You sighed, watching it disappear into the night before giving your distant planet one last glance before shutting the doors and going back over to the bed. You laid down under the covers, your hands rested on your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, dreading the day to come. How could you face Zemo? And however were you going to keep your hands a secret? Surely the three are bound to find out sooner or later? You just prayed that the message you sent would be returned in a short time. You needed to fix this before it would be considered too late. And the sooner you found Karli the better. Your mind was racing with thoughts, but you closed your eyes, desperate to get some rest and forcing those thoughts away. Gods help you from this moment on.

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[nostomannia]

🍯  →  Our muses spot the habitat of the living animals in the garden / flower field.

IN A GARDEN STARTER PACK

Sol had found this spot in her mindless wanderings and thought it would be a nice place to paint. It was a field of flowers,  On a nice, warm day, it was too perfect not to drag her easel out and paint the scenery. Though, being a little ways in the wilderness she hadn’t expected to run into another person. 

“Oh, hi.” The drifter started. “I didn’t walk out ont’ private land or something did I?...” She started to trail off as she caught movement beyond the stranger. It was a rabbit running across the field, she must have startled it when she spoke. 

[ask-ds-and-dbd]

Good evening. Time for some hcs and ideas about my Hollow Knight fandomstuck muse to get the fandomstuck community to wake up.

- Though they have a physical body, if one is to put their hand into their helmet’s eye sockets, you will NOT feel a head! Only a cold, slightly damp air inside of it. Taking the hand out of the helmet results in an odd, airy black substance being attached to the hand. If you shake the hand, the black wisps will fade off.

- They are an EXPERT at swords, both in crafting and wielding them! If you ask for lessons, they will teach a few to you...sometimes at the cost of something, but most times for free!

- They think they’re completely null of emotion and personalized thought. A “pure vessel” if you will. This often leads to them taking orders from anyone or anything, be those orders good or bad.

- Going off the null of emotion and personalized thought train, they do still have moments of personalized thought! This is what often leads them to walking around hidden paths in the world and looking at bugs, albeit with next to no intense joy or anything of that matter. It also defines their likes and dislikes.

- If given too many chances to make their own decisions and think freely, their shell helmet will crack and chip away in many areas, leaving room for an orange, acidic goo to form where the shell helmet has split. This causes mindless aggression until they are either defeated or the goo is removed from them completely. If left to fester, the goo will eventually fill up the helmet, pouring from the eye sockets and cracks.

- They have no home! They mainly sleep on benches in random areas, but otherwise? They’re merely a drifter along the world of fandomstuck!

- The whole bench ordeal has led to....at least one fandom wondering if they’re dead or hurt as their sleeping makes it seem like they’re merely a corpse laying on a bench.

- The words “no cost too great” is one of the only statements that will evoke the emotion of fear out of them.