Neikos496

[Do not... Bow your head to THEM...]

[risolmayooo]

yahooo, welcome welcome!

nice to meet ya, im risol! (๑⊙▽⊙๑)/

bout me–!

she/her | 20+ | infp

an amateur artist w an inconsistent artstyle (how do u even find one T_T) im post art (phailings x reader) n some reblogs here hwehwe :p english is not my first language, so i apologize if there r any spelling mistakes... i mostly use fem yn so if u dont like it, feel free to block me ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠)

[enden-k]

Can we have a Flame Reaver in a dress?

you had me at fure 🖤

[soarien]

flamereaver doodle

[soarien]

happy phainon release day :D

its just a doodle but i promise i will finish it one day #makeitexistfirst

[pastoffe]

Putting hair clips into Khaos' hair while he's locked in on grinding for both of you in-game. He doesn't even say anything, just shifts his head so it'd be easier for you to slide the accessories into his hair.

By the end of it, he looks pretty adorable, the locks usually hanging over his eyes now moved to the sides. Though he's not too sure about having his birthmark out in the open (he's still really insecure about it).

[gio-goose]

Holay mao

[risolmayooo]

I WANT THATTTTTTTTTTTTT

[milkhalo]

I'll Shoot You To The Moon — Flame Reaver x Reader SMAU

⤷ 02 | Golden threads of Doom and Despair

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SYNOPSIS: You're a famous faceless webcomic artist online. After an argument in some unnamed comment section when you were younger, you gained yourself a hater who loves to annoy you over every little thing you do. Neither of you seem to be able to agree on anything, and every day you realize that he does this intentionally to be a shithead. You didn't know that this mysterious hater was closer than you might think.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Taglist: @junoms @lunavixia @memreniee @aloudice @yany4n1 @satvvrnnn @jpsg-6 @sunphais @t0r4s @axkushvii @milklise @ghostsinthepumpkinpatch @cl0udii-m00n @kangyeonie @r4yyyyy @violetisreadinghush @kik1k0 @khoiyyu @sinbehavior @overall-mamori @mwzuuu @sunsethw4 @philesora @socyx @childesdog69 @rioceanid  @aries-afk @starwardjourneying @kuromiiiiifrv @firefliesoul-owo @astro-oo0 @blueberrybxba @phainonconsumer @skylermiller1  @misipp @kumiluvvsu @tamashithe2nd aurxvyn @dollfies-angel @victoria1676 @ynnarin @dreamyhazx @milkuu333 @ihatemyselffromthestart-blog @maggiforlifesstuff @celesteelysia @kaoiyeva @sunnyskies0602   ࣪ ִֶָ☽.

[halcionic]

which planet are you?

[imsleepingwhataboutu]

I got venus, that actually hurt me a little emotionally

tagging a few people because I don’t want to be suffering with this knowledge alone lol @weird-bookworm @sannie-young @h-dw

[h-dw]

ty for the tagg<33

i got mercury, it was way too much of an accurate description😭

tagging: @seungmeongiezz @yourstargirlyyy @bahngarang and anyone else who’d like to join!!

[cloudyminni]

i’m a little scared.

pluto.

well that’s lovely. ok.

@emsdevs

[emsdevs]

thanks for the tag!! <3

i got neptune, and i’m choosing to ignore the way it read me to filth :)

no pressure tags!

@queen-of-gotham @cupidsports @star2fishmeg @beenucks @heartsforjh

[star2fishmeg]

Thanks for the tag!!

I got Neptune and that hit a little too close to home🤠

No pressure tags :p : @sidfrogsby @rowdyluv @ruinix @hat-trick-honey @lushbunsss

[lushbunsss]

tysm for the tag <3

I got saturn🧍🏾‍♀️description was a little too accurate idk if i like that

no pressure tags <3: @bloomflix, @yayamrata, @jurisnow, @gravelocked, @sleepybibliophilee + anyone else who wants to join <33

[sleepybibliophilee]

hehehe new tag game tyty lushh

i got neptune and the description hurt like hell bc it was true 😭😭

tags: @satorella, @jxxbtx, @mistiaxe, @dollieadored, @danhoneyyy+ anyone who wants to join

[danhoneyyy]

so… i got earth. 😃

that was a bit too accurate. that’s all i wanna say! 😭

come play this game if you guys would like to! <3

@kxsagi @sango-komi @cim0nnin @pastoffe

[pastoffe]

AHHH!! My first ever tag on a post — Thank you Dan ദ്ദി(˵•̀ ᴗ -˵)

And i also happen to get earth… wow i did not expect to be reading a diary about myself. It was a lovely (and weird) experience answering the questions!

@risolmayooo @sageqydeee @yae-yu127 @tyuoui (hope you guys dont mind!)

[risolmayooo]

aaaaa thank u for tagging mee! (⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)

i got neptune! and... why is the description so accurate T_T

[meebochii]

🥴

[fishwithadvice]

Let him be.

[geh4sunny]

Flame Reaver is so moe

[risolmayooo]

talking bout his brothers w u!

[enden-k]

his ears turned floppy and sad btw

[metaforikal]

yan! flame reaver

gn reader.

i was talking to my friend about how cool flame reaver is and she was like hey so do you think flame reaver would be a yandere and my antenna goes boinggg...

(written on my phone because i am way too lazy to sit up and open my laptop. so the layout isn't as my usual one :c)

flame reaver is 100% a yandere if we're talking about 3.1 flamere wink wink. he wasn't really a yandere at first, obsessive, yes but not too possessive. but after losing you in every single time line he's in, he had grown to be way too attached. too scared to let you go because everytime he laid his eyes somewhere else, you perish.

phainon's shouting was nothing but a distant noise as flame reaver whisked you away, his grip unyielding, all consuming. a look of terror painted phainon's face, the one he had on when he saw aedes elysiae reduced to nothing but smouldering ashes by the hands of the nameless swordsman. but this time however, it was even more terrifying to the nameless hero.

because he saw it.

the look on your face.

the way your breath hitched.

the way something unspoken flickered in your eyes when you met flame reaver's scorching gaze. it was nothing sort of fear, it was awe.

and he is watching you slip away from his grasp.

to flame reaver, nothing mattered to him except for having you in his arms again. even it means having to steal you away from every single phainon there areーeven from fate itself. he would carve through every single time line amphoreus got to offer, steal you from every version of the nameless hero that staked their claim on you. defying destiny had always been his forte, and for you, he would rewrite fate with blood and flame if needed be.

because you were his, always had been that way.

[endennnope]

Wolf reaver with a muzzle (or he’ll destroy Phai)

muzzles or gags bc he cant stop biting up phais neck yesssssssss

[pastoffe]

— There's a knock at the door.

He's home later than usual. Shouldn't you greet him?

➵ Notes; AU! — Horror written by a newbie.

➵ Warnings; psychological horror, impostor horror, home invasion themes, paranoia, anxiety, unsettling atmosphere, emotional dependency, uncanny behavior.

"Angel, I'm home.”

The voice announced. Over and over. Repeating itself, wishing to be heard. Its tone is soft, friendly and warm. Familiar like his—no, it's an exact mimic.

You grasped your phone close to the side of your head. The cool exterior grazing the tip of your ear. It's still ringing. The repetitive vibration echoing. He's still not answering.

The air feels thinner. You try to grasp for more, only to choke from the pressure.

You're huddled under the dinner table. Having previously prepared dinner when the voice came. You tried calling out to it—to him. No answer. It's pretty late into the night, which on its own is odd. He usually informs you if he ever has to work overtime. You've been checking your phone every now and then, there's no message from him.

The last one he sent was a picture of the window from his office. Light droplets sticking on the glass. With a comment on how it'll be raining soon.

Then silence.

The table cloth spills over the edge, hovering over the floorboards, casting a layer of protection. The dimness it provides causes you to feel boxed in. Yet safe.

The phone continued ringing. Frustration and dread seeps into your soul, the possibility of Phainon not being available to save you. Leaving you alone. With it.

You've always been dependent on him. For the sense of safety he provides. Phainon always stands beside or in front of you in the face of something that could cause you harm, even if only in theory.

He never reprimands you for it. He'd smile and nod, each time you choose to hide yourself behind his figure. His hand would grasp yours, lacing your fingers together. Squeezing gently. Assuring your safety.

There are nights where you'd question him, whether you're being too much for refusing to face things on your own.

“You don't need to face things alone,” his hands found yours. It's like second nature at this point. “I'm here. Call out for me. I'll find you and we'll face it.” A soft peck to your nose. “together.”

Your brain racks itself on what to do—should you continue spamming him with calls? With desperate hope of him answering one of them?

Pulling the phone away from your ear, the screen reveals the countless missed calls for the past hour. The rainfall was light, its sound was barely there. Tapping the surface. But now, it has doubled in strength and numbers. Pounding on the walls.

Despite the deafening rhythm of droplets—a knock cuts through the noise.

“Angel, I'm home.” Again, it announced. Still behind the door. Persistent in reminding you of its presence.

Your head falls onto your knees. The world turns airless. Your lungs strain. Your hand clutch the device despite sweat running down your body and sticking to your fingers.

You hadn't unlocked the door, if it's calling out for you to greet it inside—it definitely doesn't have the keys. It can't get in. You're safe. You just have to wait for Phainon to come home—he should be on the way. Maybe stuck in traffic. It's raining after all.

A click.

So soft.

But unmistakable.

That all too familiar creak as the door knob twists.

You felt as if your body was dropped into a frozen lake. You're immobilized by the frost seeping into your skin. Watching the air bubbles ascend up. As darkness engulfs.

The rain covers your ears. But you could feel the creaking of floorboards. Holding up its weight with each step forward.

“Angel, I'm home.” It's closer.

You want to close your eyes. You want Phainon to burst through the entrance. You want him to come home.

The silhouette. A pair of legs. You recognize Phainon's work shoes just barely seen between the cracks. He always complained about them before leaving.

Your phone vibrates against your palm.

Your eyes don't leave the sight before you, not immediately.

The sound echoes in the room.

Slowly, you avert your gaze. Glancing at the screen.

Phainon finally answered.

Tears form over your eyes. You swipe over the screen and accept it. Forcing your arm up and pressing the device against your ear.

With a shaky gasp, you speak. “.. Phainon..?”

“Angel, I'm home.”

The voice answers.

We deeply apologize to all our customers for the lack of meals these past weeks. Our establishment is currently waiting for supplies which had been set back due to weather issues.

We hope this simple horror-fic of Flame Reaver will suffice for now until we finish up our rougher meal plans.

Thank you for your patience!