#idv-ask-marx

[immortalafton]

🔪🔪 (hope im not late qwq)

Glitchtrap stood over the figure, looking at their work. “Wow, that’s impressive slaughtering. Way to go.” He pats their back and giggles wickedly. “You should join me, I’m becoming God and those who follow me, get rewarded later~”

[sweetgardener]

The prince smiles sweetly, kneeling to be at her height "Good day Miss Woods, how do you fae?" She could see behind him at least 3 bags of sweets and wishes she would have "I brought a few gifts for you since Mrs. Dyer told me you like sweets"

The sweet gardener visibly beams with joy at the sight of the sweets. “Eeee! They look so good!” She’s a hyper sort of girl, a bundle of sunshine and joy.

[antiistita]

*the prince smiles and greets the priestess and he had three baskets in his hands* "Good day Miss. Gillman, how have you been these days? I brought you something for you" *he gave her the basket with her name on it and inside were things she would wish for* "Have a good day!"

» Fiona gingerly takes the basket from his hands, inspecting it carefully just as a precaution. “ I’ve been . . . alright, I guess. Just going through the motions, as we all do. Um, thanks again, ” she says, delicately peeking inside for the contents.

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[cantatricks]

💭 *the prince thought to himself. He used to be cruel in his prime of being...well, a monster but he felt like nothing when he was around a goddess like Yidhra* "To the eyes of a god, what do i appear to them as? *he thought simply yet pondered if he should think of such things*

what does yidhra think?

» Sheesh, what hasn’t Yidhra thought of her followers as? From loyal subjects to nothing but play toys, chances are if there’s an adjective-noun composition, she’s felt it. Her followers, including Marx, are not . . . well, viewed as on the same page as her. She’s a goddess! She is responsible for breathing the immortal life into them, they should be thanking her!

» . . . She digresses. She, admittedly, doesn’t know much about the prince himself. They’ve only had a few conversations, but otherwise, it’s not much to go off of. He’s but a mere follower to her. She won’t see him as anything but that, unfortunately. Her heart is melded by stone with ice chips in its core. Sadly, there’s little to no compassion for any of her followers, even her most loyal ones.

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[idvloveletters]

Do you take a request where the gardener hides in the same locker with me but the hunter tries to hit a survivor passing by that locker and when the hunter hits, he misses and blocks the locker, the doors being shut tight?

Ah- I only take specific reader requests for my friends! ;w; Please understand!

I’ll still write this as an x reader request ;o 

Words: 630

Pronouns: He/Him

(Y/N) - Your name

The asylum was never anyone’s favorite place for a match. Some were more adaptable to what feels like a maze of torment while others’ poor sense of direction usually costed them the match. An enclosed space with only the cloudy skies visible above the fountain and less than stellar decor would be enough to make even the most experienced folk turn a blind eye away and hope that this wouldn’t be where they were to do their matches.

(Y/N) wasn’t that lucky.

Lockers were scarce, and even if you could find one it was only a matter of time before you’re found. (Y/N) knew that, yet he kept running and running frantically. The sound of bombs going off behind him caused fear to rise up. Clothes became lightly singed by the explosions and his body would’ve surely become bruised due to the debris that came out. The robotic beeps and chirps of Guard 26 spelled out his doom…

Until a stun from Patricia intercepted.

“Get out of here!” She shouted, mildly annoyed due to the fact the hunter was led right to where she was decoding. “Hurry!”

The enchantress didn’t have to tell (Y/N) twice. He continued to run off in the opposite direction while Guard 26 was left to deal with Patirica.

Yet, the robotic hunter had his sights locked on (Y/N).

Frantic, (Y/N) continued to rush away. It was becoming harder to breathe between the smoke and the constant running. Finally, he found it- the locker sanctuary. Shaky and sweaty hands quickly slammed the door open before closing it in a similar manner. It was only then in the dimly lit space that (Y/N) could finally catch his breath…

“Huh? What are you doing in here?”

“...Emma?”

Through the light that came in through the locker’s silts, there was the Gardener herself in the locker. She pressed herself against the one wall, right across from where (Y/N) was. “Goodness, you look as if you’ve been through quite an ordeal…” She looked him over with a concerned face.

“...I should be asking you that, shouldn’t you be decoding?”

“I was. I then decided to dismantle a chair to distract the hunter and was waiting in here for them to swing by.” She spoke. Despite how crazy the plan sounded, she wore a smile on her face. “Though, I guess you got to deal with Bonbon instead. Seems like he intended on turning you into human barbeque.” Emma tried to bring light to their situation. “Here, let’s step out so I can help heal you-”

“Emma, wait-”

BANG-

Speak of the devil, a spiked bat just hit the locker door. Upon hearing the gasp from inside, Guard 26 went in to open the door…

Only to realize it was stuck.

No matter how much 26 tried to pry it open, it wouldn’t budge. Confused whirs were heard in between every attempt before he stepped back and placed a bomb down in front… only for no reaction.

“This isn’t good…” (Y/N) looked out the silts as 26 walked away, possibly to find new prey or someone to help. “It looks like we’ll be here for a while…”

Emma sighed. “I suppose this is what they mean by look before you leap.” She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it over to (Y/N). “Well, I can try to pry us out with my toolkit! There has to be something in here that can help.”

“I suggest you hurry before 26 comes back…”

The toolkit opened up and through the light, Emma picked out which tools to use as an attempt to get the door unstuck. 

This match was going to get dragged out a bit longer than planned, it seems.

[cantatricks]

🎨 (pretty please and only when you have time, im not forcing you to do this btw)

let me draw ur muse

it did not look right when i put pupils in smh ;n;

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[cantatricks]

My goddess, how dangerous is your bite? *asking if she could bite him*

» You really wouldn’t want to let her bite you . . . not like she would consider doing so, anyway. 

[cantatricks]

★?

★:  a wish my muse has

» “ The more followers I have, the more powerful I become! ”