#travis pdh

[bugmicah]

more tfem travis, kc probably was like “OMG YOURE SO CUTE IN THE GIRL UNIFORM TRAV!!!” and travis is just a gay awkward girl i love her. also i wanna say that teony probably let trav try on her uniform for this because i assume they are around the same size and I KNOWWW TEONY WOULD BE SUPPORTIVE AS FUCK

[colorpuppyy]

AAAA I think Travis and Ein is such a fun concept to work with and there's so many different directions to go with it. I think it would work best if they met like a little before Travis and Dante become friends. They're both very quiet, very in the background until Travis and Dante start talking, then I think that Travis would probably develop a little crush on Ein and be a lot more Straightforward with his feelings towards him. To be completely honest Ein would most likely date him out of pity?.... And break up with him before the whole Ein Aphmau plot I'm not quite sure yet. I don't have anything figured out but I'm excited.

I mainly wanna work with the angst aspect they could bring, I feel like because of Eins strong preference towards werewolves and everything and alphas and just... Roles I don't know, that Travis might never feel enough for him? Travis might actually really care about him even behind this silly tough guy act Dante has put in his head so his heart is like slowly breaking realizing Ein isn't actually all that interested.

I've only finished season 1 of My Street but I WILL figure out a way to make this play in, somehow some way.....

Also peek my head canon designs oh goodness

Sorry about the ass quality

[eepintothewoods]

Baebaes

(This was gonna be that diaries of a wimpy kid meme but I’m lazy)

[itzkraycee]

this made me snicker during the episode, i genuinely hqd to pause and draw it lmaoo ToT

oh pdh Aphmau you will always be so real for that. i hate getting changed in public spaces too twin!! also, not alone buddy Travis mention!! we love him!!

[dilly-dahlia]

Hi!! I’d like to request something a little bit on the darker side if that’s alright so ‼️TW‼️ but anyways, I’d wanna know if you’d do a Travis(MCD) x fem reader and what would happen if there was a battle and the reader gave their life for his and how he would handle it and such. I’m very curious but if you don’t want to you definitely don’t have to !

The Heart of a Human

pairing: Travis x Reader

content: MCD during the season 2/3 skip, fem!reader, angst, death, violence, gore (it's not described in great detail, but it's there)

summary: An errand from Lucinda landed you and Travis in the dangerous Tu'la region. You were so close to escaping, but . . . Well, Travis hadn't been the same since.

word count: 4.1k

a/n: this was so brilliant omg. I was literally thinking just recently that I needed to write a one shot for someone that wasn't Dante and then this ask came in a few hours later

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You gasped, placing your hand over the top of Travis’s head and pushing him down.

“Wha-“ Travis sputtered, the branches and brambles of the bush in front of him practically attack his face. He brushed them out of his eyes, looking to you. “Hey, what was that-“

You shushed him, putting your finger over your lips and covering his mouth with the palm of your hand. Travis quieted, listening carefully.

He listened as branches snapped beneath the weight of armored guards. He didn’t have a clue where they were from, but based on the precision in which they stepped, his guess was the Tu’la region. Were these the same guards that had invaded O’Khasis a few years ago?

This was possibly the worst errand Aphmau and Lucinda had ever sent you on. Couldn’t they find the damn flower themselves? Surely Lucinda had some sort of power to magically grow exactly what she needed whenever she wanted, she was a witch for Irene’s sake.

You were waiting like sitting ducks with bated breath. It was all the two of you could do. There was no way around them unless you wanted to get caught.

“What are we supposed to do?” Travis asked. His voice was so silent he was scared you didn’t hear him.

You lowered your hand from his mouth. Travis took it as an opportunity to grab hold of it and intertwine your fingers. He found that you had been allowing him to do that more recently. He knew it was a sign of his reciprocated feelings—you had told him as much. You’d told him in your own way, at least.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back. You were looking out at the guards through the gaps in the bushes. They hadn’t noticed you or Travis yet. He watched your lips move as you counted how many guards there were. “There’s too many. We can’t just fight them.”

“We could always run?” Travis suggested. It was frankly the option he wanted to choose. He had fought for so long. He was tired of fighting.

You gave a soft nod, watching the guards for a moment longer. Travis gently squeezed your hand and led your eyes to meet his green ones. Your own softened slightly, and you offered him a faint smile.

“Just a few more moments,” you said, lifting his hand to press a kiss against his knuckles, “and then we’ll bolt out that way.”

You lifted your hand and pointed to a far off grove of trees. Travis turned his head. It wasn’t far, the two of you could reach it in no time. It led to a dense forest and the two of you might end up lost, but lost was better than dead.

You took a deep breath—as deep a breath as hiding behind a bush would allow, anyway. When Travis met your gaze again, you gave a firm nod.

“On three. One . . . Two . . . Three.”

Snap!

You froze. You had barely moved, but the crack of a twig beneath your feet had been so loud. And you knew the Tu’lian guards had heard it. Their footsteps had stopped.

You returned Travis’s wide eyed stare. It was now or never. Run now and have a slim chance of making it or wait until some general found you and tore your head from your body.

“Go!” you commanded, not caring about how loud you were anymore.

Travis was on the move immediately, and you were right behind him. At least, you were for a moment. Travis always forgot about the unnatural speed he harbored, and he hadn’t given you a second thought until you cried out for him when a Tu’lian guard grabbed you by the ankle.

Travis turned immediately, and watched for just a second as the guard dragged you across the floor. Dirt rubbed against your clothes and your shirt rode up as you thrashed around, desperately trying to kick yourself out of the guard’s grip.

Travis was on him in a second. He called forth his sword and struck the Tu’lian down with one swift slice. You scrambled to your feet, fumbling with your own weapons as the other guards tried attacking.

Travis took most down with one hit, but there were too many. Not to mention that you had always been squeamish—always been afraid of blood—and you were hesitant when swinging your own sword. It didn’t surprise you when a guard had you unarmed without much effort. You pulled out the dagger you had attached to your waist, but the sword was already at your throat. You thanked Irene when Travis cut in, pushing the Tu’lian guard away from you and holding you close to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, but you didn’t get the chance to answer. One of the larger guards (who you assumed was the general based on the various medals that adorned his chest plate) took advantage of Travis’s brief moment of vulnerability and ran a blade through his stomach. He groaned, his breath caught in his throat as his weight fell against you. You held him up as best you could, but he was much heavier than you could lift. Not to mention the guard was still taking advantage of his weakness.

You didn’t know why Travis wasn’t switching to his demonic form. You knew he didn’t like to use it often, but you imagined that getting stabbed was incentive enough to at least bring the urge to the surface, right?

The guards from Tu’la hadn’t retreated yet, but they were no longer attacking so violently. Instead, they watched carefully. Intently with their weapons ready to strike. They knew you were weak and were waiting for you to make your move.

You softly called Tavis’s name. He hummed in response, though it was clear he was in pain. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hand had instinctively wrapped around the wound to apply pressure to it. You ran your hands against your legs, searching your pockets for anything that might help. Then, you felt the press of a small orb against your stomach.

Lucinda had given you something in case the two of you needed a quick escape. A teleporter that would take you back to the exact coordinates of her house if you needed. She’d given you one each, but you had no clue where Travis had concealed his. You couldn’t see a visible bump in his clothes and didn’t want to feel him up in search of it.

You breathed out. You’d have to use yours, but you didn’t know if it could transport two people. That had to be why Lucinda had given the both of you one, right? Because they could only carry one person.

“Travis, look at me,” you whispered, and he did. He opened his eyes, though his expression remained scrunched in pain. You lifted your hand, tears welling in your eyes as you pressed the small orb against his shoulder and pushed it into his skin. A trail of magic flowed from it, the yellow particles slowly swirling around Travis’s body.

Seeing the magic residue seemed to make him forget his pain for a moment because his eyes widened. Once the Tu’la soldiers realized you had pulled some sort of magic trick, they leaped forward.

Travis panicked. He recognized Lucinda’s magic. “No. No, no no no. No, Y/n. Y/n don’t. We can-“

Hot tears ran down your cheeks. You pressed the briefest kiss you had ever given against his lips before whispering, “I’m so sorry.”

You pushed him away just as a guard grabbed hold of you. He shouted, reaching out to grab your hand or arm or leg or anything, but he was already gone. He landed against Lucinda’s floor with a loud thud, groaning in pain. The redhead turned, her brows furrowed before she realized it was Travis. Before she realized it was Travis and he was bleeding.

“Oh my! I- Uh- Aphmau!” she called, dropping everything she was doing to rush toward the potion case across the room. “Aphmau!”

“What, Lucinda? I- Oh, my Irene, Travis!”

Aphmau practically slid into place beside Travis, reaching out to steady him and lie him back. Travis hissed, clenching his stomach where the gaping wound was.

He felt lightheaded. He couldn’t focus hard enough to pay attention to what words were being exchanged between Lucinda and Aphmau—“Heal him!” “I’m trying, I don't know what else you want me to do!”—but he was still thinking of you.

“I . . . I need to go back,” Travis managed, though his voice was strained and hardly audible. Pain shot across his skull and it felt as though his head was being ripped in two. He groaned, his entire body tensing up before he suddenly relaxed.

His head was still throbbing, but he could tell he was healed by grazing his bloodied hand across his abdomen. He breathed out a sigh of relief before opening his eyes, blinking to adjust to the bright light in the room.

“I need to get back,” he repeated, his voice hoarse. He sat up, but the action made his headache worse, and black spots were beginning to crawl across his field of vision. “Y/n, she-“

“Travis, calm down,” Aphmau said. Her voice was surprisingly placid, and Travis couldn’t quite understand how she could be so relaxed. “You just came back bleeding out, you can’t-“

“Y/n is still in Tu’la!” he exclaimed. His brows were furrowed in worry and there was a certain sadness in his eyes. Like he knew there was not a single chance you were still alive. Not after the stunt you had pulled.

He was holding onto the last threads of hope, but they were slipping from his fingers. He hadn’t even realized his hope had dwindled down so much.

“What? You mean she didn’t-“ Lucinda cut herself off and turned, spinning in circles as she searched for you. “No. No, I gave you both-“

“She used hers on me,” Travis said. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the small contraption Lucinda had made. It still bubbled with her power, and when Lucinda realized she softly gasped and covered her mouth.

“No.”

“Yes. And that’s why I need to get back to Tu’la. Lucinda, please, you have to-“

“I-I can’t,” she softly admitted. Her gaze flitted from the small orb to Travis’s green eyes.

“What do you mean you can’t? Aren’t you a witch? You have to be able to-“

“I can’t, Travis! You of all people should know magic doesn’t work like that,” Lucinda shouted. “I can’t just . . . Take you back. I don’t know where you were.”

“Then try!” Travis screamed, throwing his arms out dramatically. His cheeks felt wet and sticky, but he didn’t know if it was from the spatter of blood or tears. “Give it a try, please! I can’t lose Y/n. I . . . She’s everything to me. Please, Lucinda.”

Lucinda hesitated, but let out a soft breath  in compliance. “I can try,” she said. “But I can’t make any promises. I need something of hers to locate her.”

Travis nodded, patting himself down for something. He reached into the bag slung across his shoulder and rummaged around. He pulled out the damn flowers that Lucinda needed, tossing them to the side but not paying any more attention to them. Lucinda’s gaze lingered on the golden blooms he had just cast off, but her attention remained on Travis.

He couldn’t find anything. He knew there was something in his bag somewhere, but where was it? He couldn’t find it. Most of your belongings were in your own pouch, which would have been helpful if you weren’t in a completely different region.

“Your necklace,” Lucinda said, holding her hand out after noticing his struggle and growing panic. “Y/n gave it to you, correct?”

Travis reached to his neck, his fingertips brushing against the smooth stone that hung from the thin chain of gold. He met Lucinda’s gaze, hesitant. “Will it really work?”

“Yes.” Travis still hesitated. He knew magic and witchcraft could be destructive, and he didn’t want to lose the only part he could find of you right now.

“Travis,” Lucinda said more firmly. “Do you want me to get you back or not?”

Travis pursed his lips, but complied. He lifted the necklace over his head and surrendered it to Lucinda.

She worked quickly. In the blink of an eye she was back at her work station, sprinkling herbs across the countertop and murmuring an incantation. A plume of purple smoke rose above her head and swirled around the room. Aphmau had gone into her own mode of panic, going completely silent and quickly tapping her foot against the wooden floor.

Lucinda’s voice grew louder as she continued the incantation. Her eyes rolled back as she began hovering just a few inches above the floor. There were multiple objects that did the same as Lucinda and levitated just above where they normally rested.

Lucinda returned with a gasp, and in a moment everything came crashing back down. Nothing broke, but Travis still feared  the glass might shatter.

Lucinda’s eyes were wide and her breath was ragged. Her mouth was slightly agape, tears brimming her eyes as she recalled what she had just seen. Travis knew what it meant when Lucinda lifted a hand to her mouth to stifle a sob. He’d known before, but seeing her break down only confirmed it.

You were dead. You had saved Travis at the cost of your own life.

What was he going to do now?

—

Travis Valkrum was not typically a man of such strong emotion. Was he even a man at all? He had been questioning that since . . .

That day reminded him of how painfully human you were—regretfully so. He often thought about how embracing his demonic form for just a moment would have changed the course of that day. You would still be here, holding his hand or threading your fingers through his hair, if he had just made the brief switch.

He knew that thought had crossed your mind, so why didn’t he? Shifting would have allowed him to protect you—he could have saved you.

Travis kept the necklace you had gifted him long ago. It was a miracle it hadn’t been destroyed when Lucinda performed that locating spell. He often rubbed the stone hanging from the thin gold chain, using it to remind himself of the way you felt against him.

He missed the press of your lips to his. The way you used to run your hands through his hair at night or brush against his body. He never properly asked to court you, but everyone could tell you were more than friends. He never even . . . Irene, he should’ve told you exactly how he felt.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. He stayed still and quiet, hoping that whoever it was would assume he wasn’t there and leave.

“Travis?” It was Aphmau. Of course it was.  “Travis, I know you’re in there.”

Travis waited a second more, but she just kept knocking. Aphmau was persistent. He was sure that if he didn’t answer then she would just open the door and see him anyway.

He stood up with a sigh and trudged to the door, opening it just enough to poke his head through. If Aphmau saw the state of his room he might die.

“What?” he snapped. His tone was harsh even though he didn’t intend it to be, but he wasn’t going to fix it either. 

Aphmau gave him her brightest smile anyway. She was always doing that—hiding herself to try and cheer others up. It had been annoying Travis recently.

She held up a basket. It was covered by a checkered piece of fabric. “I brought food. I figured we could sit for a bit and talk.”

Travis’s gaze flicked between the basket and Aphmau’s eyes. His expression was unchanging and the silence between them was awkward, but he sighed after a moment and opened the door wider for her to come in.

She thanked him and stepped inside. Travis practically slammed the door behind her as she took in the mess of the room. He hadn’t cared to find motivation to clean since you died.

Aphmau stayed in one spot, her limbs practically locked to her side to try and make herself as small as possible. Travis could tell the mess made her uncomfortable. Hell, it made him uncomfortable, too, but he still had to live here.

“Y’know,” Aphmau began, turning her head to follow him as he found his spot back on the edge of his bed, “Zoey could help you out if you need it. She’s been wonderful with Alina and Lilith and keeping their rooms clean. I’m sure she could-“

“It’s fine, Aphmau. I don’t need help.” Travis’s voice was cold, void of any feeling. Aphmau pressed her lips together.

“Okay . . . But if you ever need anything-“

“I said it’s fine.” His firm tone startled Aphmau. No one had really talked to him in the months since your death. They all wanted to give Travis space to let out his emotions without the risk of harming anyone, but Aphmau hadn’t imagined he’d grow to be so . . . Hostile with his words and tone.

Aphmau gave a curt nod. She sat beside him on the bed and placed the basket in her lap, pulling the checkered fabric back to reveal an assortment of baked goods.

“Nana thought these might cheer you up,” she said, holding the basket out to Travis. He glanced down at it, but didn’t take any.

“Tell her I said thank you.”

Aphmau hummed. She kept the basket raised to him expectantly, waiting for him to take one of the sweet treats. When he still didn’t, she sighed and placed it back on her lap.

“Travis, this isn’t healthy,” she said, motioning to the room around them. “You can’t keep living like this. It-It’s not good for you. You need to-“

“You don’t know what I need, Aphmau,” he snapped, meeting her gaze. Aphmau wanted to retaliate, but kept her mouth shut. “I’ve experienced loss before. This is how I handle it, and it’ll pass.”

“It’s been seven months, Travis,” Aphmau said. “I haven’t seen you outside for seven months. I know you’ve lost your mother before, but you told me yourself you only allowed yourself to mourn for a month and a half.”

“Y/n was different, she-“

“Just because she was different doesn’t mean life stops.” Aphmau’s gaze was unrelenting, and Travis noticed for the first time that her eyes were amber. “I know the two of you were . . . more than friendly, but that doesn’t mean that it’s okay to just go completely off the map. We’re all worried about you, Travis.”

“I said I’m fine, Aphmau. You and Katelyn and Lucinda or whoever else don’t need to worry about me. I know what I’m doing.”

“Clearly not because you’ve been cooping yourself up!” Aphmau once again motioned to the pig sty that was Travis’s room. “You haven’t even opened a window to let the room breathe, Travis. That’s not good. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Travis sighed. He stood from the bed and stomped over to the opposite wall to open a window. Fresh air hit his skin. He didn’t want to admit it, but the breeze felt nice. “There. Are you happy?”

Aphmau sighed. That wasn’t exactly what she had meant. “You need to get out.”

“I’m fine right here.”

Aphmau paused, not knowing what to say. She had never been very good at calming people down. “I know that you’re angry. I know that it feels like there’s a giant pit in your chest, but-“

“You don’t know!” Travis’s voice was loud. The silence that followed it was alarming, and the more Travis spoke the more powerful it seemed to be. “You don’t know what it feels like to have that pit in your chest, Aphmau. You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone like Y/n. She meant so much to me and now she . . .”

Travis trailed off when he noticed the tears pooling in Aphmau’s eyes. She lifted her hand to pretend they weren’t there and wipe them, but that didn’t stop Travis from feeling bad. He forgot that she did know how it felt.

Travis relaxed. He hadn’t even noticed he’d tensed up. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quiet and soft.

Aphmau sniffed. The tip of her nose had reddened, but Travis didn’t say anything about it.

“You were there when Aaron died,” Aphmau said, her voice cracking. She set the basket of sweets down beside her and stood up, stepping closer to Travis. “You’ve seen me at my lowest and you have the audacity to say I don’t know what you’re going through?”

“Aph, I didn’t mean . . .” Fuck. Not only had he already lost you but now he might lose one of his closest friends.

But that wouldn’t happen, he knew that. Aphmau was the most understanding person he had ever met, and he could tell from the deep breath she took that she wouldn’t let this break their friendship either.

“Travis, I know you loved Y/n. I know you never got to tell her and you’re probably regretting that so much, but you can’t keep yourself isolated like this. It’ll only make the heartbreak hurt more.”

Travis’s heartbeat seemed to pause. He knew he felt strongly about you. He knew it was more than a friendly like—maybe even more than a romantic like, but he’d never considered it could be love. Well, it had crossed his mind, but he hadn’t thought it was for sure until Aphmau had said it just now.

Was that why it hurt so bad? Because he was in love with you?

Aphmau placed a gentle hand on Travis’s shoulder after a couple seconds of silence. She gave him a firm squeeze. “We’re all here for you, Travis. Me, Katelyn, Lucinda, Garroth . . . We all want to help you.”

Travis gave her a quiet nod, and didn’t say anything else. After a moment, Aphmau took the silence as her queue to bid Travis goodbye and leave.

He was left alone again, the same way he had been in the years following the death of his mother. He had been fine with it then, but since he had discovered what life could be. He had found a light and like a moth to a flame he had been drawn to it. Now he didn’t know what to do without it.

—

It wasn’t long until Travis officially resigned as Aphmau’s guard. He’d sat down with her and had a heartfelt talk about what he wanted to do, and explained that he felt the need to protect the Phoenix Alliance Island. Aphmau understood, and honorably pardoned him.

He wasn’t sure of the exact reason he wanted to protect the island. The Demon Warlock’s presence had been felt when they first arrived, but he was long gone now. The Demon Warlock was no longer a physical threat.

Truth be told, it was because of you. You had loved the island and everything it had to offer with your whole heart. You and Travis had spent countless nights beneath the stars because you thought the sky was pretty, and he often woke up the next morning to you placing flowers in his hair.

The final straw had been the imp. One of those Irene forsaken things had taken the form of you to lure him into the woods. Travis allowed himself to believe he was in a dream for a moment before remembering you were dead.

He sobbed after striking the imp down. He never thought he’d have to stab anything that resembled you.

So Travis Valkrum became the island’s protector, although it was a silent one. At night he would travel through the woods and eradicate any enemy or threat he came across. During the day he would pour himself over research in an attempt to get rid of the Demon Warlock once and for all.

And at dusk or dawn, in quiet moments when he wasn’t doing much, he would lift his hand to the pendant hanging from his neck and remind himself of your touch. He reminded himself that he wasn’t quite human, but you made him feel that way.

Aphmau had told him that the isolation would drive him crazy, but he had never felt better. And if he couldn’t protect you all those years ago, then he would protect the island you so loved.

He would lay down his life, if he had to.

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[4lastrolynii]

I've been obsessing with Aphmau's roleplays again and man, I couldn't help myself but draw some of my favorite characters. 😋

Sorry for the bad quality. 💔

[spiriiitt]

i allowed myself to draw fanart. Oh my god travis looks so ashy on my laptop i promise he did NOT look like that on my tablet my saturation is just too high and i can't change it.

anyways this is kinda a piggyback off of my posts about garroth posting to ig a lot, and i liek to imagine a lot of his photo dumps are just him and his friends doing stupid this- like this! Vaguely pdh to mystreet based but i think gar probably osted more to ig during hs so i guess pdh. and yeah idk who the fuck they stole the bra's from

the anatomy is lowk wack on dante the shirt just looked weird so, very annoyed about how dull they look i hateee my tablet sometimes, colours look so OFF compared to other devices. Anyways

pretend they have less ashy skin also headcanon dante is filipino (totally not bc in my head i for some reason associated him with my long distance/online best friend who is pinoy lolol. wish i cropped the bottom of the image too it's soo long at the bottom lowk any issues with the post can be blamed on the fact i did it in an hour i also hate drawing masc torsos :sobs:

anyways anyways omg this was just for fun bc i am working on a bunch of sketches just to be kind of what garroth posted on ig when he was in pdh. barely any consideration for historical time period accuracy tho (2000's/early 2010's? idk)

[froggiesir]

this makes no sense if ur not me and my boyfriend but