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#FICKLEFABLES — independent, selective multifandom multimuse feat. a selection of hellaverse, epic the musical, and assorted other muses. multiverse, multiship, oc-friendly. 21+, minors dni. established february 2024, penned by sai (they/them).

AFFILIATES: amischiefofmuses, witchoflegends, onlyheartaches.

HIGH ENERGY MUSES: abel, crowley, aeolus, kinger.

TEST MUSES: simon, anya.

OTHER LINKS: rules • muses & activity • relationships • in-house relationships (hellaverse) • perma starter call • memes • credit

OTHER BLOGS: churchofinvention (RvB multimuse)

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de-ja-vu-loop

Iron Lung - Mark Fischbach

#[ but not funny haha ]#> VISAGE | simon

undeadmagpie

Mark Fischbach as Simon in Iron Lung, 2026.

#[ babey ]#> VISAGE | simon

"—Because he's fine, and that thing is fine, and I'm just some... fucking JACKASS making trouble because I'm the only one that can't pretend that I'm fine! Why should I have to pretend that everything's fine?!" So everything doesn't go to hell, apparently. Simon scrubs his hands up and down his face in frustration before he pushes them through his hair, pausing then while he grasps at his scalp. His eyes flicker towards Anya, passively at first before he finds himself doing a double-take. She seems... nervous... even though she's, for the most part, sitting patiently, attentively. She's subtly fiddling with the hem of her shirt, taking slow breaths.

He deflates almost immediately.

"... I'm sorry. Sorry. I'm not—I'm not upset with you, I just..."

"I know." Anya pats the seat beside her invitingly, and Simon cautiously takes the invitation, shuffling over to sit at her side without complaint. "You're scared. You feel like you finally found someplace safe where you don't have to live in terror, and... you feel like their presence is threatening that safe place and the people you care about. And maybe you also feel like you're not being listened to when you try, in your own non-way, to say that's how you're feeling."

Despite the way his brow furrows, he stays quiet, and that's all the confirmation Anya needs in the moment. If she even needed any to begin with.

"That's a lot to deal with. And I think that also makes it hard for you to realize that you're not... entirely right, either." Simon whips his head to look at her, feeling similarly betrayed, but... he also deflates, again, when he catches how stiff she gets, almost like she's bracing for something. He shifts his actual hand over to take hers, and she squeezes it in return.

"... I don't know the good doctor-captain as well as you do, but I'd like to think that he wouldn't bring back something he, or Rocky, thought had the potential to be dangerous. I... do think it was a little inconsiderate, but I don't think it was malicious. Their hearts are big, but they're not stupid. And I think—."

"They just wanted to do the right thing. They saw someone in need, that someone initially proved to be relatively harmless, and… Grace probably figured that they'd figure out the rest later." It's his turn to return the squeeze, and he heaves a sigh. "... I think they're stupid."

Anya hums soft amusement. "But not untrustworthy; that's the important part. Do they seem relatively harmless to you? The creature?"

"... I don't... like the connection they seem to have to other things," he won't elaborate, "but they offered to make me friendship gifts. So... I don't know. It's either some fucked up psychological warfare, or I'm just catastrophizing. He did say he'd move that thing out of sight for me, at least. I guess that'll help. And it hasn't done anything yet, either."

"You're allowed to be upset and uncomfortable; I don't think anybody can fault you for that. But I think you also should consider being a little more trusting—even if it's only of Grace and his judgement for now. He's earned that much from you, don't you think?"

Mmh...

#> IC | anya #> IC | simon #> MUSE UPDATE #> AMISCHIEFOFMUSES | grace #> BLOODTHRIIVED | eisha #[ STOP yelling around her - she gets nervous. but he gets props for recognizing that immediately ]#[ based on discord discussions smh - I just wanted them to talk. bc simon knows he's WRONG. but he's also SCARED ]#[ rightfully ]

wombrion

our yimpy

#// yimpy #> VISAGE | anya

4digitan

hey guys look i drew adrian (idk how big i wanna make them)

i really like all the fics and fanart where they're friends with simon and i relly wanted to draw them being vute besties together :3

#// this is also correct #> VISAGE | simon

ruji2gaj

I'm back with more of them

#// the concept of giant Adrian is everything to me

living-dead-guyy

Rocky mate bad as hell! Statement

#// this is correct

lapis-memes

Tease my muse about crushes/relationships you've seen them have with other characters.

#// it's pride month this is a requirement-#> MEMES

amischiefofmuses

There's a startled step back at the stranger's outburst at the mere mention of going into the sub, his hands going up like one might with a nervous animal. Given the last time he'd so much as peered in he'd nearly had something thrown at him, he's not all that enthusiastic to test what might happen if he accidentally oversteps. Better to play it safe, they have enough time to take things slow - hopefully he can prove himself not a threat.

-- ❝Okay, yeah, not coming in! You have my word, we'll stay out of there.❞ Grace assures with a tight smile, motioning to Rocky to back up - and thankfully there's not a debate about it, he clatters backwards in his Xenonite ball. ❝We're gonna give you some room, you come out when you're ready - but I can throw in some food and water if you're really set on staying in there.❞ Heading towards the end of the corridor to fetch the supplies, Grace pauses as he sees Rocky perk up, attentive. He knows there's movement within from that alone, his legs extended as far as possible as if to make himself taller and carapace tilted as it had been when they'd first met. A defensive display, Grace now realizes. -- ❝Just- don't run at him, okay? Wait here..❞ Grace mutters softly to Rocky, hand settled on the Xenonite ball as though he could possibly stop him if he really tried. It's going to be hard enough to explain the presence of his alien friend to this poor guy, it might go terribly, some distance will at least make it a little easier. Slowly taking a step or two closer, placing himself between Rocky and the entrance, he takes a breath before smiling warmly, trying to look as welcoming as possible - and not give away that he's so tense that it feels like his neck might lock up.

ficklefables

Good. Even if everything goes sideways and this is just another… cruel joke of hope, at least nobody else will have to be stuck dealing with it. Or… at least Simon won't have to deal with whatever fallout comes his way. Being alone isn't the preferable option, but when considering the alternatives, it's the best option he can see.

There's a moment of hesitation when he does finally make his way to the breach. He stays hidden just on the other side of the wall, pressed close as if to make himself smaller; whatever's out there can't be any worse than what he's already seen, but he can't help but be a little cautious. Handle it. Get out of here. He is not set on staying in here. He inhales slowly, and the fact that he even catches a hint of not-stale at the end of a long breath is encouraging enough to force him to lean in and peak outside. His eyes scrunch shut for a moment, unaccustomed to being faced with real light, and even before he bids to open them again, he takes another long, slow breath, exhales with purpose. Fuck.

… He must be quite a sight, battered and bloody, caked in sweat and grime, but that's the last thing on his mind right now. Eyes crack open slowly, one at a time, and the first thing his gaze settles on is that soft-toned visitor—he notices two things simultaneously: that the voice, oddly, fits the appearance perfectly, and that he looks like he's going to explode at any second. Maybe this encounter is just as nerve-wracking for him as it is for Simon. (Which… feels fair, all things considered.)

... Rock. As he becomes a little more aware of their surroundings, his sight settles on the... rock-ball... and his brow furrows. Is that the engineer? Be cool. Be cool! They're both nervous, maybe, and the problem has already been exacerbated enough with his own outbursts. His heart may still be pounding, but there's a little bit of leeway to take stock of the situation here. Just... just breathe. Actual air.

"I..." Hmm. Hm. He wipes his hand on his pants, for all the good that'll do, and moves to rub his eyes. It's an actual fucking rock. In a bubble. "... How much of it is my fault in not assuming you were being literal with your friend's name? Is that the engineer?"

#> AMISCHIEFOFMUSES | grace #> AMISCHIEFOFMUSES | rocky #> IC | simon #[ look. he's trying So hard. is he a fan of aliens??? NO. but this one. is tolerable when you think about the others in comparison ]#[ simon vc: this guy's either scared or he's gonna square up with me. he's gonna find out if he does ]#[ he's trying so hard to return the energy here........ be chill...... NO more freaking out...... ]