#worm off the string ✨

[that-worm-rpgverse]

Harold, what is your opinion on comics? Unrelated note, do/did you have a treehouse?

-the pink worm stares at you quizzically, processing the information.-

>>"comics are a form of art that are rather impressive to make. I do not and have never owned a treehouse."

#💗harold💗 #worm off the string ✨ #therealgeeber

[punkfurbykid]

Let’s do a magic trick! ✨🪄

First get yourself a hat full of worms

Next you’ll want to flip that hat upside down worms and all; your going to then give it a few spins of your pinwheel.

Proceed to flip your hat back wrong side up and presto! You have summoned a furby!

For more magic fun mail 13 fruitloops and a nickel to ^~.*•°§•010!¡-^%_.^> North *_>.°•ø§¿! No unmarked postage thank you!

*Warning*results may vary, best advised to only use none free range worms on the string. Worms off the string are highly ill-advised.*Warning*

#furby #safe furby #furbies #original furby #furblr #furby community #furby fandom #furby 1998 #oddbody furby #all furby #furbycore #1998 furby

[lovelykhaleesiii]

❤️POSITIVE WORDS GAME❤️

Tag five moots that you admire, love, and adore - and type out why you love em so much, too! Let's say a nice word or two about those in the fandom and genuinely spread some good vibes!

Tag five people when you're done❤️ Let's spread some good vibes!

I was actually going to make another list because there’s too many of you that I just love and appreciate 💖 these are in no particular order!!!!

@aemondtargaryensrider I appreciate you staying with me since I first joined this fandom, and your lovely edits/all the tik toks you send me so we can thirst together. you are a treasure xoxox 💕

@ripdragonbeans BEANS seriously you too, were one of the first points of contacts in this fandom & I am so thankful to have stumbled across you. you are such beautiful and bright soul, never change 💖

@arcielee Arcie you wonderful human being. you have been nothing but so kind and welcoming to me, and your stories are immaculate. thank you for your undying support, you always know how to uplift me, and thank you for thirsting with me 🥹💘

@simp-aholic @pendragora @worms-on-a-single-string - you three I have only met for a short while & you guys just always know how to make my day. such beautiful souls inside and out, and you should be proud of the people that you are. always spreading positivity, it’s a wonderful sight to see. you guys are like my fairy godmothers 🤭💖

@bel-bottoms my beautiful Bel. I am so thankful for you. You have such an incredible way of story telling & such a lovely output. you make me laugh regardless & can understand me. I appreciate it so much, you have no idea. thank you for being you ❣️❣️❣️

@sunfyresrider MY FELLOW AEGON QUEEN your stories are one of the finest pieces I have ever read but your beautiful presence is even more enrapturing. I love love love you to bits & thank you for always being a support 💘💘💘

@looselinks my wonderful Spence, ilysm. you are such a bright and kind soul, you deserve the best. always such a pleasure and fun to talk with you (even if we don’t as much now) I am thankful to have met you ✨

@sugarpoppss2 ughhhh thank you thank you THANK YOU for always supporting and thirsting with me over Aegon but esp chubby!Aeg. whenever I see you popping up in my notifs/asks my heart literally skips a beat 🥹💘

@f4ll-for-you @amiraisgoingthruit - you both I have only met this short while, and as fellow Aegon girlies I would like to consider us the sister wives club for our King 🤭 you both have been nothing but welcoming and kind to me, and I cherish my moments with you both. You as writers are phenomenal but even more amazing to consider my beloveds. love you both sm 💘

@ewanmitchellcrumbs thank you Ange for being such a light in this fandom, since I first joined. your page became such fun, read it like the daily morning paper. and your humour never ceases to make me smile silly ❤️ you are wonderful, thank you xox

@aemondx my SILLY SILI you are such a beautiful person, and I am so thankful to have befriended you. your gifs are amazing, but your soul and kindness is even more grand. love you so very much & hope that you are okay 💖

honorary mentions because I love too many of you lovely souls & I could talk your ear off about each of you, but I shall spare you all the earache 💘💖❣️💓❤️💕💋✨ - @fan-goddess @who-told-you-this-was-butter @jacevelaryonswife @evenstaris @elegantsplendour @storiumemporium @officerbrowneyes @em-likes-to-lurk @hopelesswritergall @barbiedragon @st-eve-barnes @sylas-the-grim @moonchildrenandflowercrowns @humanpurposes @hieronymph @omgbrcat @godrakin @borikenlove @marthawrites

#faves #you are all so wonderful 🤍 #APOLOGIES IF I HAVE FORGOTTEN ANYONE MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING

[ruralrainbows]

💫🎉🌈 PARTY ANIMAL! 🌈🎉💫 worm off da string, custom for @boy_drugz! 💕 slowly but surely working on my queue…! ✨

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#furry #furry fandom #clean furry #furry commissions #for others #my art #safe fur work #sfw furry #artists on tumblr #digital art

[gojos-thot-patrol]

So this ship ask game seems fun - there I go. I'm quite tall, introverted as hell, usually cutting myself off the society with songs on repeat in earbuds (like, I listen to something until I know every beat of it). Quite shy, but with people that are close to me I feel like I shine somehow. I'm an artist, so I pay a lot of attention to details. I tend to overthink, sadly that leads to being depressed most of the times. Art and music is my therapy though ✨

RISUOLA Risuola risuloaaaa baby girl!! I always knew you were ment to be with Suguru. I know he's gotten a lot in a row but HEAR ME OUT:

So, aa established we all know I HEAVILY associate Suguru with the concept of music, right? Right, ok good. So you listing to a song on repeat for a million times will not deter him!! He's going to be charmed by it. He's going to sit with you while and talk about how the song is structured and why that makes it so catchy, what they did in the hook that makes it ear worm, and why that particular part of the bridge probably scratches your brain. He's right there with you!

And he's SO RELIEVED you're an introvert,a he fuckin hates people (that aren't you) and is more than happy to sit at home and strum his guitar or listen to his new vinyl while you doodle away in your sketchbook. It brings him peace.

As a chronic overthinker himself, he'd be aw to notice when you're doing it. He'd try to softly pull you out of your own mind however he needs too. If that means having a logical conversation about why your brain is being unreasonable so be it. If it's distracting you with something that you love instead of your brain soup he can do that too! And if that means just holding you while you cry it out, he's been there, and he can be your shoulder.

He sees your shine constantly. He can recognize that you out dazzle the stars even when you don't. He's in awe of it.

For Halloween you should both dress up as worms on a string

#risuola #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #jjk ship ask #thots on high

[acryliccassetteart]

i should probably make a masterlist huh

well here it is

send me an ask if you want to join a taglist or something

Requests are: Open!

✨Acrylic Cassette Art’s Masterlist✨

these will be sorted by fandom and the get more specific by character if i draw them frequently enough

Star Wars

Anakin and Ahsoka redraw

Kino Loy- One Way Out

Ahsoka trooper/332nd company helmet

Mouse droid with a lightsaber

Taking A Step Commander Fox fanart

Veil Tugged Loose gif (feat. commander fox’s asscheeks)

The bride and her ugly ass groom (Peedy)

i need ventress to be mean to me please god

syril’s baby shower (peedy)

inquisitor ahsoka (palette challenge)

The Bad Batch

Echo and Omega (ss redraw day 4)

Get someone who looks at you the way Phee looks at Tech (ss redraw day 5)

Mayday and Crosshair (ss redraw day 8)

Omega Copying Tech (ss redraw day 9)

Omega copying Hunter (ss redraw day 10)

All Batch boys (ss redraw day 11)

draw the squad shitpost

Hunter and Omega exploring a waterfall (fic wishlist drawing for @freesia-writes)

TBB farewell

Hunter

Serve king (ss redraw day 2)

Redneck Hunter

Angsty Hunter

hunter work doodle

Tech

Someone give this man a proper hairline (ss redraw day 1)

Redneck Tech

Brain

Tech work doodle

Wrecker

Underrated king (ss redraw day 6)

Redneck Wrecker

Cowboy Wrecker save me

Place Lips Here meme

Wrecker work doodle

Crosshair

sadge :( (ss redraw day 7)

Redneck Crosshair

crosshair work doodle

Echo

Pikachu face (ss redraw day 3)

Redneck Echo

work doodle echo

Omega

Redneck Omega

Love

Cryptids

mothman

the flatwoods monster

fresno nightcrawler

Marvel

Gwenpool

Black Widow

Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

Kate Bishop

Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-man India)

Peggy Carter

Misc

Wet Rat Wednesday

original PFP art

Mushroom and wizard frog

Supergirl

I bet people can’t tell i’m a star wars fan (shitpost)

Princess Peach

Blähaj

Worm off the string, what crimes will he commit?

Tv head (⚠️warning: eyestrain⚠️)

Barbie

BOTW Link

Gen 1 Ghoulia Yelps with mobility aids

Art class work: 1/2/3/4/5

#masterlist #pinned post

[thegrimreepurr]

so my friend, @be-fae-do-crime , had this AMAZING idea

it was just five words but it was gorgeous and i present to you:

worm on a string!nightmare :D

ignore how i called him silly worm!nightmare in the thing, i forgot what they were called when i was drawing him

anyway, his nicknames are scill and squir, though he most often goes by scill ✨

fun fact: i sorta based his jacket off of an 80s ski jacket, since the squirmels [worms on strings] were made in 1977, which is close enough to 1980

his personality is still a work in progress, so some of the facts shown there may very well change ^^

#dustin says stuff #dustin’s art :) #worm on a string!nightmare #squirmel!nightmare #and yes„ he is supposed to be purposefully eye-bleeding #tbh idk what i was doing with his mouth lmfao #i just realised i never coloured the white part of his shoe actually white„ i just left it transparent— #kfjfjfjfjhd now it’s bothering me— #nightmare!sans #sans au #undertale au #dreamtale au #nightmare sans #dustin’s blorbos

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

Etsy Shop update!!

Here are some earrings I added to my shop today ✨

Andddd everything in my shop is now 10% off starting today and ending October 31st for everyone that uses the promo code BEASTIES! ✨

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I’ll be updating my shop with more earrings tomorrow, including worm on a string and cottagecore themed/botanical earrings :)

#etsysmallbusiness #etsyshop #my small business #Etsy #the promo code is without the exclamation mark btw! just in case that confused anyone! #also #every order comes with either monster high stickers or Sanrio sticker freebies 👀

[thekingofworems]

WHY HELLO MY SUBJECTS 💜

It is I, your beloved King Nico, King of Worm on a String and all things silly and goofy

First off, let's go over the basics: Name, Pronouns, all that jazz. I am nothing if not transparent-

My name is Nico, duh

Old enough (16-20), creepos can gtfo🖕🏾

I'm poc (African American)

He/It/Xe

I love art; traditional, digital, photography, music!! I sing, though I haven't posted anything here, it's really just for fun. Y'all have seen my traditional stuff tho!

I really like Worm on a String, obviously and have one of my own! His name is PaperTowel and he is my ✨son✨ as well as my most loyal companion! He's always featured in my drawings<3

I have ADHD and ASD! I tend to take a lot of things literally most of the time, so please be patient with me and use tone tags if you can remember to!

Also an intense obsession with Cryptid College, an ongoing comic on Webtoon and Tumblr by @internetwerewolf and @electrosweaters-arts ! I love these guys and their characters, so silly

I don't usually read but damnit Tumblr you've gotten me mixed into it again

Which leads to my next point, the books/series' I like!

Please tell me if I spell an author's name wrong!

I've finished reading -

Percy Jackson and The Olympians

Heroes of Olympus

Trials of Apollo (first 2 books)

Frankenstein: Alive, Alive!

Frankenstein - Mary Shelley

Yeah yeah, I know it's not much

I'm currently reading -

Dracula - Bram Stoker

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson

The Burning Maze - Rick Riordan

Once again, not a lot but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I'm planning to read -

The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson

The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

The Odyssey - Homer (MAYBE)

The Invisible Man - H. G. Wells

The Tyrant's Tomb, The Tower of Nero - Rick Riordan

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

And last but not least: Boundaries!!

DNI

Racist

Transphobic

Homophobic

Ableist

anti-Semitic

MAP

If I am to find out you are or support any of the above you will be blocked and reported. Cuz fuck that🤢

That's pretty much it, hopefully now you've gotten to know me better! I'm glad I get to interact with all you beautiful people on this hellsite

~ With love, shenanigans and general Wormy Hijinks,

His Majesty, Nicolai

#intro post #HELLO 😀 #so like ig i have a proper introduction now #gothic lit #cryptid college #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #frankenstein #the count of monte cristo #rick riordan #kings decree

[wormonastriing]

Just asking for curiosity but, have u ever thinked in create a tickle related bug/animal?, i've seen other people doing it and it just made me curious what creatures you'd create.

Also just wanted to let u know that thank u for ur aport in this particular community your literally a

✨Blessing✨

Keep going like that bud ur awesome <:"")

AVAST,,,finally a great reason to reveal my tickle monster. Worms on a string! I always thought they'd make great lil critters for the task. Calling this variant Squirmles ^^ Feel free to ask me questions about these guys bc I love them ur honor This is an open species btw, so feel free to use these lil fellas in all ur silly needs, we share them now! All image text under the cut!

Squirmles are elusive insect-like mammals that live in woodland and mountainous regions. Squirmles are human-made creatures, produced in a lab. Their release and integration into the wild was accidental.

Squirmles are a unique creature, as their source of energy is unlike any other biological form. Instead of nutrients, they feed off of human laughter. They can consume sugars and nectars, but require laughter to survive.

Squirmles average 6-7 inches in length

Squirmles come in a variety of colors, mostly chromatic. The purpose of their brightly colored coats is still a mystery.

Squirmles were given their name for two reasons; First, for their 'squirm' like movement. Second, a much more fascinating behavior. Immediately upon their creation, squirmles sought out human laughter.

According to lab scientists, these creatures immediately swarm humans upon sight. They will then make their way beneath any clothing the person wears, until they reach skin. Then they begin wriggling around the victim's body erratically.

This behavior is tremendously ticklish, even to those that lack sensitivity.

Squirmles will continue to 'tickle' their victim until they have had their fill of laughter, and then they will exit clothing and disengage.

And so, the name 'squirmle' is too derived from the resulting wiggling their victims exhibit. Squirmles have been deemed 'tickle monsters' affectionately. (Dr. Sylas Connors: First Victim)

Thus far, these creatures are considered to be harmless. In fact, beyond feeding, they are quite docile. Scientists have reported they enjoy being pet, carried, and spoken too.

Squirmles feast in packs, usually numbering between 5-20. Anyone who comes in contact with or is 'attacked' by these creatures is instructed to wait out the process and let the creatures go. Squirmles are a protected species.

Squirmles sometimes make squeak sounds!

Squirmles can learn their own names and will come when called.

#tickle monster #squirmle #worm on a string #wormy's art #BWAHAHAHAHAA MY EVIL PLAN ALL ALONG #my burnout made this not as clean or fast as I wanted but u get the idea #ALSO they dont show colors thru clothes I was just makin them more obvious for diagram purposes ahshjsjssjk #ANYWAY #HEHEHE #as mentioned these are free for use #dont even have to ask (but pls show me any related works) #bc I want everyone to enjoy these lil goobers

[that-worm-rpgverse]

Ask/rp blog!(started as a joke)

Welcome to the Worm Kingdom! The adventures of @the05council 's Kandi Worms will be chronicled here as well as any and all interactions with them!

Worms available for interaction(subject to change:

Harold 💗

Sir Wiggles 🧡

Lady Sunshine 💛

Menace 💚

Sadface McGloomy 💙

Hyacinth 💜

Error 404: worm not found 🖤

Bubblegum 💕

Rusty❣️

Velvet ❤️

Coco 🤍

Skrunkle 💞

Tangy 🔥

Sunflower 🌻

Seafoam 🌊

Cobalt 💎

Iris 🌸

More under the cut!!

Mod is referred to simply as Mod, or as [he who writes universes].

Tagging system:

Worm on a string 🌈: general talking

Worm off the string ✨: individual talking

Writer of universes: mod interaction/ooc

Loreposting: info concerning the worm kingdom.

worm naming ceremonies: polls to decide a worm's name

Worms with sunglasses: anon asks

Worm shenanigans: other/miscellaneous

OST of the Kingdom: additions to the worm kingdom playlist here

Wriggling Merchant: seasonal worms

Honorary Worm: wormsonas/fanart

#worm on a string 🌈 #worm off the string ✨ #worm naming ceremonies #writer of universes #loreposting #worms with sunglasses #OST of the kingdom #worm shenanigans #wriggling merchant #honorary worm

[durrtydawg]

The Sadir Inheritance {Sam Drake x Fem!Reader} Chapter 3

Summary: The lure of adventure and a handsome sum of money may not be the only attractive thing about this expedition… 

A series of events that ensues when a headstrong twenty-something tags along with one Samuel Drake to uncover his latest discovery.

my masterlist ✨

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None, aside from mature language :)

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“Move, for God’s sake.” You hiss, worming your way through the herd of incompetent tourists and miserable office workers swarming every nook and cranny of Tottenham Court Road station.

Tube station foot-traffic irritates you at the best of times, but being stuck amongst what seemed to be the slowest flock of people in the capital when you’re already extremely late was pissing you off more than you’d care to admit.

Very, very typical that the one time you decide to put a little extra effort into de-frizzing your hair and spritzing on some perfume is entirely wasted on and absorbed by a sweaty tube carriage full of people who seem to have an allergy to deodorant.

Sigh.

With your useless colleague running late, you had been forced to call Sam on your break, anxiously telling him not to bother meeting you at the pub as your shift was bound to run over.

Sam simply chuckled down the phone at your incessant apologies.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweets.” He said once he could finally get a word in, the familiar nickname instantly sedating the ceaseless butterflies in your gut as a smile fought its way onto your face. “I’ll meet’cha there. Scott’s not staying too far from me so we’ll head up there together.”

And as quickly as your smile had appeared, the butterflies were jostled awake again as your mouth morphed into a grimace.

You’d been in an odd mood since. Initially, you’d put it down to having another person work alongside the two of you, but it’s not like you wanted Sam to yourself.

Was it? No, that would be silly. You scoffed at the thought.

Power walking out of the station like a middle-aged woman who’d been given the wrong coffee order, you’re, unsurprisingly, still in a mood.

With one hand keeping your bag’s strap firmly on your shoulder, you use the other to push back flyaway hairs which had gone wild from your fast pace, worsened by the humidity of the train.

Shoving your bag into a more secure position after making sure to swat an irksome teenager with the spatial awareness of a HGV, you wrestle out the elastic which kept your hair in a ponytail, in order to retie it, but as you make the first loop around your hair, a sudden ping against your hand makes you grumble.

You keep walking, trying your best to neaten out the bird’s nest of hair on your head as your brows remain crinkled by your frown.

If another minor inconvenience happens between here and the museum, you’re convinced that you may scream.

With a face like thunder you finally approach the main entrance of the British Museum.

Knowing Sam would be expecting a call when you arrived, so as you walk through the gates, you fumble around in your bag for your phone, pulling it out and unlocking it swiftly, trotting up the steps to the main doors.

As you begin to tap your contacts, a voice from beside you attracts your attention, and you’re forced to wipe the frown off of your face before you turn.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Slightly startled, you turned to see Sam jog towards you, removing a cigarette from between his lips, to hold it between his fingers.

“Hel- oh- Shit .” Sam slows to a stop and both of you stare at the floor; specifically, at your phone which had ever-so-kindly flown out of your hand as you raised it to wave at him.

He sniffs, taking a puff of his cigarette as he continues to stare at your phone for a moment. He turns back to you, blowing out a sideways string of smoke with a laugh, bending a little to meet your eye line.

“Is… is your eye twitching?” He teases, eyes squinting a little with a smirk.

You scowl.

Sam feigns fear, stepping back and putting his hands up defensively with a grin.

“Shit, kid. Bad day?”

“How could you tell?” You tilt your head sideways, closing your eyes and rubbing your face tiredly before crouching to pick up your phone, praying to yourself that your screen isn’t smashed to oblivion.

You let out an exasperated sigh of relief as you place your thankfully undamaged phone back into your pocket.

“Doing okay now?” He laughs, brow hitched up in soft concern.

“Better.” You sigh, cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment of your flustered nature.

He takes a step back towards you with a smile, his frame blocking the spring sunlight from blinding you.

“C'mere.” He opens his arms and pulls you into a hug, keeping his cigarette between his fingers; his warmth and the waft of cologne-tinged nicotine unconventional and unexpected comfort, and you feel your frustrations begin to dissolve almost instantly.

“Thank God you’re a hugger.” He says, still taking care to keep his cigarette well away from you.

“I’m not.” You mutter, grin tugging at the corners of your lips. “You’ve actually just made my day significantly worse.” You joke against his chest as it shakes lightly with a chuckle.

Sam holds you away from him by your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before he pops the cigarette back into his mouth.

Once he pulls away, you watch Sam’s eyes dart down quickly, then back up, a confused frown forming on your face as he kneels in front of you, cigarette re-clasped between his lips.

You look down and watch as Sam begins to tie your loose shoelace which he spied flopping around on the floor. You, of course, hadn’t noticed.

“This would’ve been the next thing, Calamity Jane.” He mutters.

“Thank you, Samuel.” You salute, and Sam raises an eyebrow up at you, smiling around the cigarette. He puffs out another mouthful of smoke and stands, removing the ciggy, crushing it under his boot, before scuffing the debris away from him.

“It’s a £150 fine for that, you know.” Both of you turn to see an elderly man walking up the steps beside you, frowning at Sam. “You’re not setting your daughter a very good example.”

You instantly snort, tugging your lower lip between your teeth as you stare wide-eyed at the floor. You cough to cover your laughter.

“She’s…uh- she’s not my-”

“It’s disgusting, isn’t it.” You cut in after clearing your throat, smacking Sam’s shoulder as he turns back to you with a bemused expression. You stepped beside Sam, reaching up to place a hand back on his shoulder as the two of you face the old man.

“I keep telling him,” Your eye contact exchanged from the crotchety old man, back to Sam, raising an eyebrow, “I tell him ‘Dad,’” you bite your cheek, “you’ve really got to stop with all that smoking. It’s making you age faster.” You watch Sam clench his jaw slightly in the corner of your vision. You turn to the old man once more. “He’s actually eighteen.”

The man huffs out a disgruntled grunt as he looks between the two, shaking his head as he continues into the museum entrance, muttering something-something-impertinence. You let out a cackle as Sam gives you a gentle shove, making you stumble.

"Smartass," Sam exclaims as you stop yourself from falling over, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth twists into a smile, which he badly attempts to hide.

"Hey, he said it." you laugh as Sam rolls his eyes, his smile growing by the second.

You turn to the museum's entrance, your eyes grazing over a large board advertising the exhibition. Sam follows your eye line. "We'll go in a couple of minutes. Just waiting for Scott to bring the exhibition tickets."

You nod in understanding, watching as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a slightly squidgy-looking KitKat, glancing towards you as he begins to unwrap it. A nervous feeling begins to bubble inside you as you are reminded of the other person who will soon be tagging along.

"You eaten?"

"Haven't had time," you shrug, trying to push the horrible feeling away. Sam stops unwrapping the wafer and snaps off half, removing it before handing you the rest of the packet. "No, it's okay, it's yours." Sam shakes his head as he bites into his half, shaking the other at you until you take it with a smile.

"I don't want you passing out on me," he says with his mouth full. Truth be told, you are grateful for the offer.

Sam wolfs his half down in seconds, and you watch as he begins to suck the melted chocolate off of his fingers. You begin to nibble the chocolate from around the edges of your half.

"Psychopath," Sam looks at you with the tip of his thumb still between his lips.

"Hmm?" you frown, snapped out of your trance, your eyes snapping back to your biscuit.

"Eat it normally," he scoffs.

"I am eating it normally."

Just as Sam is about to retort, someone approaches his side and places a sun-kissed hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry about the wait, mate. The queue was ridiculous." You look up at the source of a subtle Australian accent to see a man, slightly shorter than Sam but still around the 6-foot mark, probably in his mid-thirties.

As you munch on the rest of the KitKat, you can't help but think that the way he runs his hand through his sandy hair makes him appear unapologetically handsome.

"These Brits and their queues.” Sam replies with a laugh, taking a ticket from the man's hand. He glances at you. "Scott, this is-"

"I know exactly who this is." The man cuts Sam off with a grin. He sticks out his empty hand, which you shake politely. "Scott. Nice to meet you, darl'."

"Hi!" you reply, internally kicking yourself at the sickeningly sweet tone you speak with. You clear your throat. "Sorry I’m late.”

"Eh, not your fault," he replies, his green eyes flickering up and down your face. “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along. I’ll pull my weight, promise.”

You feel heat rise in your cheeks as he looks at you with a smirk. Scott hands you your ticket, swiping his hand across his chin as the two of you look at each other, a gesture that confuses you even more as he turns back to Sam. The pair share a grin, and you look past Scott to see Sam strategically covering his mouth with his hand to hide a laugh.

You feel your face grow hotter as an anxious sense of discomfort bubbles up in your stomach. Why are they both smiling like that?

"What are you-"

"Shall we, uh, get going?" Scott cuts you off, still smirking before turning to go back up the museum steps.

You frown.

"What?!" you grit your teeth at Sam.

He shrugs, invading your personal space. "Being smitten over a guy you've just met is embarrassing enough, doll, but," he reaches for your chin and runs his thumb across it - you pout with furrowed brows, confused, until he hovers his thumb, now chocolate-covered, in front of your eyes, "with this around your mouth?"

Without finishing his sentence, Sam snickers, then turns to jog up the steps, sucking the chocolate off his thumb as he goes.

Completely bemused, you stand with your cheeks aflame, absentmindedly tracing your thumb over where Sam's had just been. Fuck.

***

"Okay, so we've established that over the course of 400 years, the Sadir family accumulated thirteen generations' worth of these treasures. So that means-" Sam begins nonchalantly, scanning over a brochure he picked up at the beginning of the exhibition as he walks into the final room of the exhibit.

" Alleged treasures," Scott interjects, flicking through the pages of his small ring-bound notebook. The trio had been wandering around for almost two hours, noting down any information they come across, no matter how relevant they deem it to be.

Honestly, Sam’s over it. He wants to get back to his hotel and review all the information they've gathered so far - away from the scrutiny of every snooty security guard in the museum that took it upon themselves to keep an eye on him after passing judgement on his neck tattoo.

He also wants to take a nap; after she had taken him back to the hotel the previous night, Sam found it difficult to sleep.

While he found it hard to drift off at the best of times, last night was particularly difficult. Jet lag, followed by the adrenaline one feels when meeting someone for the first time, as well as the anxiety that forever looms over him at the start of any search- the ‘you’re not good enough’s. The ‘this is a waste of time’s.

He found himself seeking solace in his phone- an activity he rarely imbibes in. As he scrolled through images on his phone relating to his latest load of research in search of reassurance, the video he'd refused to delete when she'd begged him to do so began to play.

And as he watched her making a complete fool out of herself all over again, singing and dancing as though she was the only person in the world at that moment, a... not entirely unfamiliar feeling reappeared deep in his gut, which he struggled to shift for most of the night. It wasn’t all too unpleasant. Just a strange… excitement that he couldn’t quite drown out with noise of the b&b’s cheap fan.

Sam was smiling then, but now he regretted not trying harder to switch off.

"What?" He turns to face Scott, scratching at his forehead as he tries to regain his train of thought. Scott sighs, running his thumb and forefinger across his eyebrows.

"There's been no mention of any specific 'treasure' so far. We can't get ahead of ourselves."

"Don't worry about that," Sam continues as Scott finishes jotting something down into a small ring-bound notebook. "Our priority should be finding where to start looking. Where these Sadir guys would have hidden whatever the…treasure might be. Was it moved from place to place or was it stationary for decades? We worry about what's actually there when we get closer."

Scott clicks the lid back onto the pen, resting it behind his ear before folding the notebook under his arm. "Yeah, that's, uh, all well and good, Samuel, but when we get closer and realise we've been chasing after nothing but rumours, then what? We need clarification that this isn’t going to turn into a huge waste of time.”

"He's got a point, Sam." He turns as the sound of his name, watching her follow them into the latest white room full of glass cases and large displays containing books and papers, all heavily aged by time.

His eyes follow her fingers as they trace across an information plaque.

"It's a nice prospect, but…I don't think any of us have found anything worthwhile yet… other than the fact that Emaan’s father worked on the first excavation site at Petra. And if this is our only lead…” She trails off, disappointment evident in her voice.

"She's right," Scott continues, leaning on a nearby pillar. Sam watches the pair smile at each other in mutual understanding before she wanders over to a large case containing a slightly torn, dirt-covered suit and a small collection of other miscellaneous items. He runs his tongue across his teeth, irked somewhat as Scott continues.

"Look, mate. We've not lost anything yet. Frazer's last payout got my trip to England sorted, and it was easy enough for you to get here, so maybe we should just call it quits and cut our losses-"

"Quits?" Sam scoffs. "We've been here for what? Two hours? And you want to call it off already?" He huffs, folding his arms. "Jesus."

"We don't want to." He turns to her with a frown as she speaks, still focused on the contents of the display case.

"It just…seems… like we need to regroup or…” Sam and Scott turn towards her as she trails off, leaning closer towards the glass in front of her. "Scott?" She turns to face the younger man, gesturing for him to go to her.

Sam frowns as Scott places a hand on her shoulder, leaning in beside her to examine something. Feeling a pang of something not too dissimilar to jealousy, he decides to approach them both.

"What is it?" Sam asks, standing on her other side, placing his hands inside his sherpa's pockets. He still feels agitated, also disappointed that his companions’ levels of enthusiasm have already dwindled in such a short space of time.

"Hang on." Scott responds, opening his notebook, flicking through its pages. He begins to furiously scribble some notes onto the lined paper, translating the Arabic characters written on a few sheets of torn-up, extremely weathered paper; all incomplete. A combination of English and Arabic lettering.

"This is Emaan’s stuff.” Sam turns his head to the young woman next to him as she reads out some of the information provided by the museum. "The clothes he wore, all of his belongings which he had on him at the time of the crash.”

As he watches her eyes narrow in concentration, he feels his frown soften slightly. Her irises twitch with an innocent curiosity that sparks the same feeling he had last night, and as her tongue subtly swipes over her bottom lip in thought, he can’t help but think about how soft her skin felt as he swiped chocolate off of her chin.

He probably shouldn’t have licked it off of his thumb like that though.

She turns to him, wrapping a hand around his upper arm with a small smile as she takes in the slightly zoned-out glaze over his eyes.

"It, um, it looks like he had some sort of letter that never got delivered to whoever he intended to send it to." Still holding his arm, she turns back to the paper behind the glass, which Scott is still reading through.

"Scott's translating it. Well, what's left of it." Despite his irritation, Sam feels himself smile at her inquisitive expression.

His eyes flicker to her hand, which lightly squeezes his denim-clad arm. “Hey. Are you okay?" She asks quietly, still looking through the glass in front of her, almost as if she were embarrassed to ask.

Sam sighs again. "Yeah." She turns her head back towards him, looking at him as if she’s scoping something out. “Just exhausted.”

"Jet lag?" She smiles sympathetically. Sam turns to the floor as she lets go of his arm, removing his hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck.

"Mhm." He lies, feeling her eyes on him still.

"Crikey." They both turn to Scott, who has a promising grin on his face. He taps the glass case with his pen before he begins to read a portion of his translation.

"I have placed the remaining assets and have logged them at…I think this says…Al-Khazneh. You must travel there as soon as you can to uncover where I have hidden…Then it gets cut off.” Scott pauses, taking another glance at his notes. “The end says: I know I have left you in an inexcusable situation, but I pray that this begins to make amends for what I have done."

"Al-Khazneh?" Sam questions.

“I’m curious about the ‘inexcusable situation’. Who was this meant for?” Scott mutters, tucking his notebook under his arm as he scratches at his stubble.

"The…treasury." She mutters, more so to herself than to anyone else.

Sam watches her scrunch up her face in thought, cogs turning in his own mind.

“It… it said in the other room that Karam Sadir, Emaan’s father, was part of the excavation crew who uncovered the lost city of Petra, yeah?” Sam turns to Scott who nods, then to her as she bounces off of him.

“Al-Khazneh means… treasury. I think you…you've got to go there. Petra.” Sam watches as her eyes light up. “Worst case scenario, you get a nice little holiday out of it all.”

"I mean," Scott speaks. "Assets? Hidden? God knows who he wrote this to, but it obviously didn't get to them."

"I know it’s touristy… But Petra sounds like your best bet at finding what and where the hoard’s been hidden. It could be the next step.” She responds. Sam watches as she bounces on her knees excitedly, feeling a smile make its way onto his lips. She grins back, a slight sense of pride in her expression that makes Sam’s eyes narrow as he takes it in. He’s seen that look before, but it’s so much better in person.

"Holy shit." Sam exclaims, making an elderly couple nearby tut at his language. “My apologies.” He turns, hearing a quiet chuckle from beside him.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but… ”

His eyes flick excitedly between the two accompanying him, a grin beginning to form on his lips as he locks eyes with the latter.

“You two still wanna quit?"

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Nah (ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ﾐ ✨ throw the sparkle (ヘ･_･)ヘ💕 get the heart and it's loving Anu hours

First of all; you!

You're so nice. Just—that's the first thing okay? You're just so likeable and easy to talk to. I can just come to you on something and we just start bouncing things off of each other! I can send you something as long as I feel like you'd enjoy it. (Though I hope you tell me of you don't!!)

Be it angst, fluff or anything else! You're just so fun to talk to! Let's just shyly put our simping on display cause I gotta say, you is some beeg brain 👏

Second of all; your writing in general!

🤤🤤🤤🤤

I simp over it!!! It's just so nice. You use such simple words and they grasp on the emotion you want and portrays it. It's just so amazing how you string words together. If that full stop is ending, let's say, an anger controlled sentence it's so powerful. I can envision it. The way the full stop is just slapped there as a temporary way to stop the anger

Be it sad? I can see the leaky ink from the words. Just messing up the paper that's being worked on. That's how strongly you convey your emotions and I love it!

Third of all; muses

You have four muses that I know of on here! Each distinctly different from the other. They have their own problems and the have their moments too.

Some ignore their issues and slap god like ego on it.

One see the issues and try to fix them but in turn at the expense of themselves.

One knows nothing but to be behind a wall of it means they're nowhere near the pain.

One knows of it's problems and tries to fix them any chance they arise.

Just please let me kiss your brain? Just just let me please Anu? 🙏

『 ┍━━━━━»•» @sovereignxfae // send ✨for some positivity  «•«━━━━━┑ 』

GDI Kyu, I'm gonna cry over this. This was supposed to be about me being positive for you, you gremlin-- (jokingly)

But first off, you are lit. one of my best friends online. i message you whenever and however and i check on you very often. but--god. you're so easy to talk to. you're kind and always willing to help and be compassionate and understanding. you, as a person, are one of my favorites. I love everything you send me and i---god. it makes me feel so happy to know that you randomly think of me like that and makes me feel more welcome about approaching you--

and your writing. all your muses are so different and i adore how good you are at painting differently with each of them. you're very, very talented at meshing their stories together but giving them all their little quirks and keeping their personalities separate. it's hard to do. and you do it phenomenally. i read your writing and can immediately tell who wrote it and the sheer emotion that you're going for--i love the way you use commas. just :chefs kiss: good comma usage makes me go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

and all your muses--sage, quinn, itani, k'in, kio and onyx. all of them are so wonderful. in particular i love how k'in is so adorable and how attached they are to muzan and how they are literally his child. they've wormed their way into his very cold, broken heart and are there to stay forever. they've earned the loyalty of a man who only thinks of himself and that says a lot about how our interactions go-- and jumping off that, k'in is my bb. i love them so much--and i love how much you've fleshed them out and expanded on their personality since you started writing them

and onyx. he adores her, even if he doesn't say it aloud. sometimes it's good for him to be chewed out and put in his place even if it infuriates him and makes him want to pull his own hair out by the roots. (narcissist pretty man hates having his flaws pointed out). but-- he still cares for her, even if overall he's a toxic being. which is hard for him.

we haven't written with kio a lot yet but i can't wait to see that (and it's mostly my fault orz)

KYU KYU

I love you friend!!! (platonically)

hav a cute penguin gif

accept my internet lov (half-threateningly)

#long post #sovereignxfae #❛tell me what you’ve lost﹐if you’re so wise why are you so soft？❜―「answered」 #❛i'm lightning﹐no fear﹐just adrenaline❜―「ooc」

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Error’s S/O is in his Anti-Void while he’s gone doing something, he comes back and !! oh no! It seems one of his enemies took his S/O to interrogate them! What does he do?

(If this is too angst or uncomfortable for you to write, that’s okay! Good luck on the drawings btw!! i love your art!)

You guys are so sweet. Yes, this is fine, thanks for asking. 😌✨

ASDFBDHG- Writing for outcodes is hard for me so I hope this is fine 😬

Error’s S/O Has Been Taken?:

✧ You must have made quite the impression on him If you’ve managed to worm your way into his heart enough to become his S/O.

✧ So you can understand his p a n i c when he realizes you’re not where he left you. 

✧ Did you wander off and get lost? The anti-void is pretty....neverending. 

✧ No, wait....

✧ He could sense your soul wasn’t here. 

✧ And he knew you couldn’t exactly leave without help.

✧ So that only left one conclusion. 

✧ Some one took you.

✧ He’s understandably livid.

✧ You hear the angry glitched yelling before you actually see him.

✧ You’re pulled by strings back into the anti void as he jumps out to face whoever was ‘smart’ enough to take you away from him.

✧ A few moments pass until he blips back into the anti-void with you. 

✧ He’s fuming, and you begin to think he’s angry at you when he raises his hands.

✧ He stops just before his hands touch you and you realize he’s shaking. 

✧ “Error...are you-”

✧ Ever so slowly he brings you into a hug.

✧ You carefully hug him back, afraid of triggering him somehow.

✧ “Sorry.” Is all he mutters into your shoulder, relaxing into your embrace.

✧ “I’m sorry.” 

✧ After the moment passes he’s back to his regular grumpy self.

✧ But you notice he stands just a bit closer now.

✧ Just a bit more comfortable with you near him. 

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