What An Odyssey

A multi-muse roleplay blog written by Cat. Highly selective. Mun & Muse(s) 18+.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[whatanodyssey]

I'm not dead???

Hi guys

University was kicking my ass but finals finished and I've taken the past week and a half to chill. I want to get back to writing on here! If I owe you a reply please message or tag me.

Cheers!

-Cat

[whatanodyssey]

A little sigh of relief came from Xander when he heard that Keos was alright despite the mess that was made.  It might have been a long time since he had tended to Keos, but he still cared for him.  He watched as his character moved over the bench as they talked, trying to understand what was being told to him.

“I think I get it.”  He said with a nod.  “So...”  Xander paused for a moment.  “I promise that I’ll be back here more, but... what would you like me to do?  Now that we’re talking, I guess... is there anything you really want?”

[whatanodyssey]

Xander let out a heavy breath Keos’ explanation, wondering if he would go crazy.  Was he already crazy for talking with him?  But after seeing the other so sad and so lonely… Xander wouldn’t forget him.  Not anytime soon.

“I’ll… I’ll try.”  Xander said with a nod.  He fell quiet as he thought about all the times he drew Keos, then the times in high school where he… drew quite N-S-F-W things.  A blush came to his own face and he stared at Keos for a moment before asking the question.

“S-So… you know in high school… uh…”  He took a shaky breath as his face got darker and darker.  “I drew some, uh… horny things of you… so you’re aware of every instance that I draw of you?”

[stellarcomedy]

A laughter formed on his lips and Keos curled on himself, finding it all too funny, it was amazing remembering those years when Xander decided it was a good idea drawing him with big intimate parts and being all lewd.

“Mhm. I’m completely aware of it.” He answered the question. “I didn’t understand why you did it. You had a girlfriend. But I liked that… as long as it was you. I didn’t like when those bullies messed up your sketches or the many times they gave you extra work to redraw me because they used pens over your lines.”

[whatanodyssey]

“Oh--”  Xander covered his face, completely embarrassed.  “I mean, it was good body practice, you know... proportions.  I was a horny teen then too, you know...”  He let out a sigh to try and calm himself down before looking at Keos once more.

“Ah... you’re aware of everything...”  He said, looking away.  “You weren’t... hurt or anything, were you?”  Xander remembered that well.  Classic bullies that picked on the kid who spent time drawing, they ruined his sketchbook at the time.  He was devastated and tried to save what drawings he could, but ended up redoing most of it.

“So... if I draw another version of you, do both of you become alive or do you just... go into the other body?”  Xander was curious about how Keos lived and how he was in this... two-dimensional world.

[whatanodyssey]

Xander let out a heavy breath Keos’ explanation, wondering if he would go crazy.  Was he already crazy for talking with him?  But after seeing the other so sad and so lonely... Xander wouldn’t forget him.  Not anytime soon.

“I’ll... I’ll try.”  Xander said with a nod.  He fell quiet as he thought about all the times he drew Keos, then the times in high school where he... drew quite N-S-F-W things.  A blush came to his own face and he stared at Keos for a moment before asking the question.

“S-So... you know in high school... uh...”  He took a shaky breath as his face got darker and darker.  “I drew some, uh... horny things of you... so you’re aware of every instance that I draw of you?”

[whatanodyssey]

Xander couldn’t believe he was talking to a drawing.  But he watched as those words appeared again on his page, gazing at it as he gently touched his fingers to the page once more.  Even though Keos was a sketch, the way he looked so sad… so lonely… it made his heart ache a little.

“I’m… sorry, Keos.”  He said softly.  “I met my wife, I had a daughter, I became a teacher… drawing just took a back seat to everything else going on.”  Xander let out a soft sigh.  “I…didn’t know you would have… feelings.  As terrible as that sounds.”

He paused, looking away for a moment before looking back at Keos.  “Have you just… been alone this whole time?”

[stellarcomedy]

“I know… you used to talk about them when you came here.” Keos crossed his legs and sat on the blank space of the page, floating without any place to really seat on his world. “I… never answered. It’s against the rules.”

For all that time Keos had heard everything, he was always there at Xander’s reach whenever he wanted.

“Yes. I’m all alone here.” The speech bubble was light, as if he was whispering. “You forgot about the others… so they disappeared.”

[whatanodyssey]

Seeing Keos float about the page made Xander realize there wasn’t anywhere for him to sit down, so he picked up a pencil and quickly sketched one.  He listened... or read what the other said, remaining quiet.

“I’m... sorry.”  Xander said softly, gazing at Keos.  “I didn’t mean to.  I just...”  He sighs quietly.  “Wait... when you say it’s against the rules, do you get in trouble?  And... did you want me to draw someone to keep you company?”  He felt bad that he had left Keos, someone he’d spent so much time drawing and building over time, to be alone.  He wondered how his other characters felt as he drew less and less and he eventually forgot about them.  Keos really was the only one he remembered.

[whatanodyssey]

Xander couldn’t believe he was talking to a drawing.  But he watched as those words appeared again on his page, gazing at it as he gently touched his fingers to the page once more.  Even though Keos was a sketch, the way he looked so sad... so lonely... it made his heart ache a little.

“I’m... sorry, Keos.”  He said softly.  “I met my wife, I had a daughter, I became a teacher... drawing just took a back seat to everything else going on.”  Xander let out a soft sigh.  “I...didn’t know you would have... feelings.  As terrible as that sounds.”

He paused, looking away for a moment before looking back at Keos.  “Have you just... been alone this whole time?”

[inefekt69]

Nachi Falls - Wakayama, Japan

[tragedybefalls]

whatanodyssey‌:

closed roleplay with @maniacollision

During his breaks from school, Xander liked to volunteer with the local Red Cross or any organization that helped those in need.  Whether it be veterans or the homeless, it made him happy to see that he could help make someone’s day better with good company and hot food.

It was now winter break, a time with chilly winds and gloomy days.  The perfect time to help warm someone’s day a little.  Tonight, he had volunteered at the soup kitchen to help make dinner for those who were hungry.  As Xander served the food, he noticed both new and familiar faces.  He would make sure to talk to each of the new faces, making sure they were happy and cared for.  

Of the new faces, there was a family with two young children and a young man who must have been a teenager or in his early 20s.  Xander went to the family first, saying hello to them and bringing the children small candies.  He made the children smile and laugh as he told them fairytales, and in turn the parents seemed happy that Xander was able to help the children forget a little about their empty tummies.  After bidding the family a good meal and night, he made his way over to the young man.

Wearing a gentle and kind smile, he extended his hand out in greeting.  His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and he wore a red long sleeve shirt, like all the other volunteers did, denim jeans, and sneakers.  

“Good evening,” Xander said.  “I haven’t seen you around here before.  What’s your name?”

it’s something of a hit to his pride, admitting he had to go somewhere to get free food. not that he has much pride left now, dirty and tired and looking like he crawled from the sewers. which, elliot supposes, he sort of did. even so, he comes from money, and from that, arrogance, and finding himself sitting alone, feeling very much out of place, while people make him pity food is… embarrassing.

he’s tried not to draw attention to himself, but perhaps it’s the act of sitting away from other people that makes him all the more noticeable. even so, when someone speaks, it takes elliot a good few seconds to realize they’re talking to him, and more than that, but they’re offering a hand in greeting.

the young man wants to scowl and not respond – he knows he’s bitter, doesn’t want people to feel sorry for him and feel like they need to help just to ease their conscious. but maybe he’s too tired for that, or maybe he’s just worried that if he gives attitude they’ll kick him out, and he hasn’t eaten in at least two days, so he really can’t afford that happening.

so he just frowns, doesn’t take the offered hand, and resigns to making boring enough small talk that he’ll be left alone again. “elliot. my name is elliot.” and leaves it at that. 

[whatanodyssey]

Despite his offer left hanging, Xander pulled his hand back and wasn’t offended at all.  In fact, his gentle smile remained on his face.  He understood that this young man must be having a hard time and knew that hard times didn’t call for niceties.

“Elliot.  I’m Xander.”  He could see that Elliot didn’t really want to be bothered, but always made it a point to get to know everyone that came to this small soup kitchen, at least a little.  “How do you like the soup?  It’s one of my favorites to make at home, especially when it’s cold outside.  And it’s surprisingly filling.”

As the teacher talked with him, he couldn’t help but notice how young Elliot was.  He looked like a teen amongst the other people here.  Though the grime, Xander could see the youth in his face, but could also see something more... something deeper in his eyes.  Young people didn’t come through this kitchen often... so when they did, they attracted a little attention.  And with the way he looked... it didn’t look like he had a roof over his head either.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”  Xander made sure to speak in a voice that wasn’t demeaning or condescending, but in a voice that matched his smile... gentle and kind.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

What’s Your Muse like in a Discord Server?

🔡- What’s their Discord Name(s)?

📳- Do they run their own server or simply participate in other people’s servers?

🔢- How many servers are they in?

👁‍🗨- Could they moderate in any servers?

🔆- How often would they use Discord?

👯- How many people have they added as friends? How many have they had to block?

💢- Would they get involved in server drama? How often?

🖌- Would they contribute art or writing to their servers or are they there to meme?

🆗- Would they RP on Discord?

❌- Could they ever get kicked or banned from a server? What for?

〽️- Do they prefer small servers or bigger ones?

[whatanodyssey]

I have a new muse!!

I have decided to take up Alexios from Assassin’s Creed Odyssey as one of my muses!  I am currently constructing his page and hopefully will also get some icons on him.

This Alexios is known as the Eagle Bearer, an infamous mercenary who single handedly defeated the Cult of Kosmos and saved his sister Deimos, or Kassandra, in the process.  Expect spoilers when roleplaying with him, but don’t let that stop you!!  We can totally work something out.  

[stellarcomedy]

@whatanodyssey || Based on an ask Tumblr decided to eat

How long had it been since he last had some sort of intimate fun? A question Eastwood heard in his mind more and more as the cook spoke of how he seemed to don’t be attractive to those around the ship and how that bothered him to a point.

The Elite Fighter’s eyes wandered over the blond’s body as he spoke non-stop, pretty much opening up to him of how frustrated he felt with that situation, and although for many times said it wasn’t that much of a big deal, Eastwood could see it was somewhat important to him that some small amount of desire was shown his way – Demitrius was just extremely shy and didn’t externalize such thoughts.

A little more of the whole speech unfolded until Eastwood couldn’t take it anymore and walked to him, held the cook’s waist with both hands and sat him on the counter, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips while both his hands went to the thighs on the sides of his body now.

“For fucks sake, Demi! You’re hot as fuck…” Eastwood commented once he pulled just a little back, only so he could see those blue hues. “… but you keep making yourself look like a sorry ass. That’s the reason no one approaches you.” A little squeeze was given on both his thighs before one of the Elite Fighter’s hands went to his back and pulled out the tucked shirt of his uniform, touching his lower back and running his fingers down his spine. “Have some faith in yourself. Confidence is way more sexy than you’re giving it credit for.” His hands then retreated and stood only on the sides of Xander’s hips, thinking they had rilled him up enough for the time.

With such words, he took the man’s lips again in a hot kiss – quite uncommon for the dark haired man himself, as he didn’t like to kiss all that much when it was just a matter of fooling around a little, – his tongue forced way in the man’s mouth and wrapped on his, pulled it out for some fun and pushed back in in a hungry kiss; a little more and Eastwood was quite sure he’d start salivating.

[stellarcomedy]

That was expected from the way Demitrius talked about not having much experience with the personel in the ship, it was almost foreseeable that he didn’t have much knowledge of the field. Still, Eastwood had no hesitation on trying to make him a hot and embarrassed mess.

“It didn’t stop you from getting in the mood though.” He pointed out with words what could be felt by his body around the hips area. “Quite deep in the mood to be precise.” That was a teasing remark made with a small pull of the cook’s hips against his own.

The Elite Fighter had a secret history behind his back, more partners than he could count, time as a sexual toy for his old commander, orgies, threesomes, bondage, dominance and subordination… he had experienced it all and was fine with whatever came his way as long as it was willingly and with full consent.

One of his hands moved up and tangled on the golden locks of the man’s head after he tucked his face on Demi’s neck and started kissing over his pulse. “So…” Eastwood’s voice sounded lower, hoarser, more seductive. “… should I stop?”

[whatanodyssey]

He wouldn't deny the Fighter's words. Those hot kisses and teasing touches had certainly gotten Demitrius deep into the mood... and he also wasn't going to deny that he liked that feeling. However, he was also too embarrassed to say at the moment to admit it.

Demitrius' heart pounded in his chest as he felt those fingers tangle in his hair and that warm pair of lips against his skin. He wouldn't be surprised if Eastwood could feel his pulse. And the way the Fighter's gravely, low voice paired with that hot, soft breath... it sent more pleasureable shivers down Demi's spine. He swallowed hard but didn't think to hard about his answer. He knew he was going to regret it if he said no. He needed this release after being so pent up for such a long time.

"N-No... don't..." He whispered, hands resting on the other's shoulders. "Don't stop..." His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he enjoyed the feeling, soft noises slipping past his lips, but soon he realized that they weren't really in private. In fact, anybody who walked into or past the kitchen would be able to see them.

"B-But... shouldn't we go somewhere more... more private?" Demi glanced down at the Fighter, clearly a little nervous.

[stellarcomedy]

@whatanodyssey || Based on an ask Tumblr decided to eat

How long had it been since he last had some sort of intimate fun? A question Eastwood heard in his mind more and more as the cook spoke of how he seemed to don’t be attractive to those around the ship and how that bothered him to a point.

The Elite Fighter’s eyes wandered over the blond’s body as he spoke non-stop, pretty much opening up to him of how frustrated he felt with that situation, and although for many times said it wasn’t that much of a big deal, Eastwood could see it was somewhat important to him that some small amount of desire was shown his way – Demitrius was just extremely shy and didn’t externalize such thoughts.

A little more of the whole speech unfolded until Eastwood couldn’t take it anymore and walked to him, held the cook’s waist with both hands and sat him on the counter, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips while both his hands went to the thighs on the sides of his body now.

“For fucks sake, Demi! You’re hot as fuck…” Eastwood commented once he pulled just a little back, only so he could see those blue hues. “… but you keep making yourself look like a sorry ass. That’s the reason no one approaches you.” A little squeeze was given on both his thighs before one of the Elite Fighter’s hands went to his back and pulled out the tucked shirt of his uniform, touching his lower back and running his fingers down his spine. “Have some faith in yourself. Confidence is way more sexy than you’re giving it credit for.” His hands then retreated and stood only on the sides of Xander’s hips, thinking they had rilled him up enough for the time.

With such words, he took the man’s lips again in a hot kiss – quite uncommon for the dark haired man himself, as he didn’t like to kiss all that much when it was just a matter of fooling around a little, – his tongue forced way in the man’s mouth and wrapped on his, pulled it out for some fun and pushed back in in a hungry kiss; a little more and Eastwood was quite sure he’d start salivating.

[whatanodyssey]

Demitrius didn’t know how he had gotten to that point, but all he knew was that he had ended up ranting about how he hadn’t been with anyone since his wife died and that a part of him really wondered if it was because he wasn’t good looking.  Even though he said it didn’t bother him much... if he was talking about it like this, then it really did.  He missed that physical intimacy.  He missed that hot passion that one could only find in the bedroom with a partner.

As he continued talking, the cook didn’t even notice when the Elite Fighter suddenly stepped towards him and lifted him to the counter until it happened.  He was immediately silenced and a crimson blush blossomed across his face as he felt warm, soft lips against his own.  Demi was suddenly aware of where Eastwood’s hands were on his legs and he inhaled sharply when he felt that little squeeze.  His eyes widened as he felt his shirt being untucked, and his eyelids fluttered the tiniest bit as he felt those fingers trace his spine, sending pleasant shivers down his back.  It felt... amazing.  He almost frowned a bit when those hands returned to his hips.

“Eastwood, I-”  He was cut off again by the passionate kiss that followed.  His hand reached forward to grasp Eastwood’s uniform, pulling him close.  The  way that tongue explored his mouth, wrestling with his own, it made his body feel hot and even brought forth a little moan from his throat.  It left Demi panting and wanting more... despite having not slept with a man before.

When their kiss ended, Demitrius was left panting softly as he took a moment to regain his senses.  If Eastwood’s goal was to shut the cook up, then consider that goal reached.

“I... uh...”  His voice was much more meek than he’d anticipated. Demi cleared his throat before continuing, letting go of Eastwood’s uniform and smoothing it out before looking down.  “I’ve... never been with a man... before...”  Clearing his throat did not help the softness of his voice.

[capture-today-forevermore-blog]

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL / 1.01 –– 1.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“Once they pull apart their skin, an alien comes out.”

“They had donuts in 1947? How old are donuts?”

“Why didn’t he go to the police?”

“There is no internet, by the way. It was 1967.”

“He had smooth, plastic-like skin like a doll.”

“In the off chance that this actually happened, how shitty would that be?”

“If you tell a story like this, no one’s gonna believe you, and you’re gonna look like a crazy person.”

“Why is it some weird alien organization coming after them?”

“Stop looking for aliens, you pesky human.”

“No one’s gonna die now, right?”

“Are basketball players aliens?”

“Ultimately, it comes down to what you believe.”

“Alright, approach with an open mind.”

“So this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions meeting down by the train tracks.”

“Actively recruiting people into the secret society is criminalized.”

“28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.”

“I’m just saying, people are dumb.”

“That’s not creepy? It didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?”

“Let’s hop down the rabbit hole.”

“People believe that lizard people control our society.”

“You’ve got a lot of time on your hands, if you’re Lucifer.”

“Hell is supposed to be an awful place. I imagine the place is terribly maintained.”

“Xeroxing is not how cloning works.”

“He looks like he just pooped his pants.”

“I love how you out yourself as a crazy person.”

“Nothing is impossible.”

“This dude’s the real deal.”

“We better stock up on some knowledge here otherwise we’re gonna get murdered by ghosts.”

“I promise you will regret that statement.”

“What’s the difference between a ghost and a demon?”

“I would do nothing to invite them into any kind of conversation.”

“I feel a lot better about what’s about to happen.”

“I feel so comforted right now and where we’re about to go is the complete opposite.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m afraid right now.’

“Got our holy water and our demon tips.”

“When the lights go off, this might be a little different.”

“You are full of shit if you do not feel strange right now.”

“I assure you that half the places you’ve ever been people have died there.”

“Someone probably died at the Chipotle we just ate at.”

“Well, I think I know the end of this story.”

“If you can live forever, great.”

“That’s why she didn’t live forever –– she found a loophole!”

“I can’t imagine a ghost would get foiled into falling into those bushes down there, but the thought is nice.”

“This is a theory that people believe and I’m just relaying it.”

“People are idiots.”

“I’m glad we agree on something for once.”

“This looks like a nightmare, that’s fun.”

“[sarcastically] This is highly unusual. I’ve never seen it do this before.”

“This is horrifying. I bet [name] wouldn’t do this.”

“Naturally, one of the creepiest places in the house is the basement.”

“Why I’m talking over here by my-fucking-self is beyond me.”

“You piece of shit, [name].”

“You’re crouching in here like some sort of cave creature.”

“You almost scared me to death. I’m never going to forgive you for that.”

“Do you believe ghosts are real?”

“Hey, ghosts! Tussle my hair!”

“Give me a purple nurple or something.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I think I may murder you myself.”

“We don’t have to go to our next horrible place until tomorrow.”

“This mirror is literally dripping blood from it.”

“We’re on our way to a nightmare.”

“That’s how easy it is to trick us.”

“That’s what people usually say on the way to their death.”

“I feel like a big weeny.”

“This is the beginning of a horror movie right now.”

“Well, this seems all horrible and awful in general.”

“I’m more concerned about the spiders than I am the ghosts.”

“I thought I got bit in the ass cheeks by a spider.”

“The dead girl was not confirmed.”

“The spiders probably ate her.”

“He has a lifelong mission to appease the ghosts.”

“He probably fucks the dolls. Can I say that?”

“I did touch it. Oh, god.”

“Holy, shitballs!”

“Fuck that, let’s go.”

“It’s gonna be the showdown with a demon.”

“Everyone thinks feeling energy is bullshit, but you really don’t feel anything at all?”

“Taking selfies with demons, whaaaaaaat?”

“i’m just gonna get the fucking holy water.”

“We foolishly plan on sleeping here, for some reason.”

“I live my life by one thing –– don’t fuck with demons.”

“I think this is all bullshit.”

“You’re telling me that you wouldn’t be unnerved by finding a bunch of stuffed animals organized into a little cult circle when no one did it?”

“Demon? Demon? I want to talk to the demons!”

“If you don’t like us, turn the light on.”

“Where’s my holy water?”

“I don’t think they have the power to turn it back on again.”

“Are you fucking kidding me??”

“Keep in mind, we have to sleep here tonight.”

“We should have never talked to it, dude.”

“This is what I love about the paranormal. People are always like, ‘where’s the evidence?’, but then when evidence finally appears it’s like ‘fake!’.”

“If you slit my throat tonight, I will have a hard time forgiving you for that.”

“Will you haunt me for the rest of my life?”

“I won’t haunt you because I’ll be dead. Ghosts aren’t real.”

“Demons will appear as children.”

“That demon is racist!”

“Fuck that demon. He’s whitewashing the haunting of this house!”

“I don’t respect this demon.”

“If you’re there in the hole and wanna speak to us, turn that flashlight on.”

“If you wanna eat my heart, turn that light on.”

“I think that demon’s a wimp!”

“Rock and roll, buckaroo.”

“Fuck this house, dude, fuck this house so hard.”

“If I wake up tonight, and there is this grotesque-looking thing next to me, and just staring at me with its stupid fucking beady eyes open, I’m gonna shit myself.”

“I’m gonna get closer to you.”

“Every creak you hear is gonna make your butthole tighten.”

“I just think it’s silly to give up at the last minute, but whatever.”

“Did you just call the demon a motherfucker?”

“Fuck that house, goodbye.”

“Ghost and/or demons are real.”

“I’m glad it happened, because we got to see you turn into a babbling mess.”

“It’s gonna be fun to watch you freak out some more.”

“You disobeyed everything he said.”

“We saw spiders and ghouls.”

[whatanodyssey]

Closed Roleplay with @stellarcomedy

Modern AU

When Xander was a toddler, he had an imaginary friend like many other children.  His friend was named Keos, and he kept him company through everything.  Keos was always there with Xander when he went to the doctor, when he was scared of the monster under the bed, one his first day of preschool, everything.

Then, Xander started drawing.  Of course, the first person he drew was Keos.  Through art, he was able to give Keos a full in-depth character.  He could give Keos whatever he wanted; friends, a girlfriend or a boyfriend, a pet, a big house.  Though Xander inevitably grew out of his imaginary friend stage, Keos remained with him through art.  He only got better as he continued drawing through elementary, intermediate, and high school.  Even into college, he continued drawing.  And Keos was there through everything, from his first high school dance to the birth of Hayley and passing of Lily, his wife.  In an odd way, Keos was one of his closest friends.

As an adult, Xander continued to make art.  Though it wasn’t his job and he worked as an elementary school teacher, his love of drawing never stopped.

It was currently winter break and Xander was cleaning out his desk.  Hayley was asleep in her bedroom and the apartment was peaceful and quiet, save for soft jazz playing in the background.  He found one of high sketchbooks from college and was taking a break to look through his old sketches, smiling to himself as he reminisced on his memories.  On one particular page, he’d drawn a full body picture of Keos, one that he remembered took him a while to do.  It was one of his favorite drawings.  Xander gazed at the page, observing each line and shadow he’d drawn.

[stellarcomedy]

The first memories in Keos mind were the ones of a little boy who one day created him to accompany him in a big adventure against pirates who were after him and the treasure map he created for some pre-school afternoon activity. They played together for many hours and had lots of fun, the sand box was quicksand, the swings magical transportation devices like the ones seen in a movie Xander didn’t remember the title, the slider was a mountain they needed to climb in order to get to the other side of the magical island where the treasure was buried… a lot of fun they had that afternoon, so much they became instant friends and soon were going in many other adventures created by the little boy.

As Xander grew up though they became a little distant and didn’t talk so much anymore, but his life and image slowly formed in a more defined shape in his friend’s mind and thus his own world. Xander took a liking to draw him and, as incredible as it sounded, his mechanical arm and leg, weapons created to fight against the monsters under the bed and in the closet, remained, then, he received friends and a nice place to live; for some reason the blond gave him a girlfriend too, but soon enough turned her into a boyfriend and, later, he was single again.

The most amazing part for him though was the fact that along the years he aged together with Xander, went thought absolutely all the struggles of being a teen and an young adult and how complicate it was to deal with his emotions and many problems that reflected the other’s life. He was there when Xander’s wife passed, when his daughter had her first year of life celebrated and all the other important and insignificant happenings of his life.

The times together became shorter in the last years though and he missed his friend, being relegated to live in the pages of sketchbooks and short doodles here and there. No more conversations, no more taking him around to see the world or try new medias and materials… It was lonely and cold in his little world of paper and imagination. At least it gave him time to understand his own emotions.

For all Keos knew, he was infatuated with Xander after so many years together, but the problem with that was quite obvious, so he didn’t feed his hopes about it.

Such were his thoughts when the pages of the sketchbook where he stopped for the time were open and Xander appeared to his sight, gazing over the old sketch and gently running his fingers over the page, a light caress to his own body. Was he missing Keos?

The brunette felt happy with that. So happy he ended up breaking the rules of his own world and moved in front of the those blue eyes, following his hand and acting as if he tried to hold his fingers and hug them while having a large and bright smile on his face, making his cheeks turn light shades of pink as he did that.

“You’re back!” A speech bubble appeared on the page when he tried to speak. “I’m so happy!”

[whatanodyssey]

When his sketch first moved on the page, Xander’s eyes widened and for a moment he didn’t know what to do but stare at the page as a speech bubble appeared.  He read over the words before quickly pulling his hand back and making a surprised noise that sounded more like a yelp.  He almost fell off his chair in the recoil, but he caught himself before he did.

“Oh my god...”  Xander rubbed his eyes before staring back at the page.  “There must have been something in that soda...”  Carefully, he touched Keos’ sketch with his fingers, but as if it would hurt him he immediately pulled them back.

Reading over the words that suddenly appeared on the page, he repeated them to himself in a mumble.  ‘I can’t believe I’m about to talk to a drawing...’  He thought before taking a deep breath.

“Y-You’re... happy?  Why is that...?”  He asked slowly.

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