And I have miles to go before I sleep...

So, in case you guys haven’t noticed, I’ve not been here. 

Even though I love you guys, and the storylines I started building here, I realize that Tumblr is not the platform for me anymore. I don’t dig the culture as a whole, and just feel anxious whenever I’m on here. So, with everything going on in the world, and in my life, I haven’t felt the need to come around, and have been in a better headspace because of it.

In light of this, I won’t be coming back. 

However, I’ll leave my Discord info at the bottom, in case any of you dears wanna keep in touch (or even write! I still can be forgetful as all heck, but I’m always happy to at least try and write there). If we’ve plotted or written together, be assured I wanna hear from you. 

Even though this account was relatively new when I decided to jump ship, thank you for the warm reception that you gave to me and my muses. I may still pop back and check on headcanons, etc. but it won’t be for anything substantial. 

I’ve just realized it’s not for me, and no longer resembles the culture I fell in love with so many years ago (even if a lot of the individuals are still wonderful, as always) and as much as I wish it, it’s not what it used to be.  Take care of yourselves out there. 

XOXO 

        Sarah shook her head. This was definitely one of the last things she expected when coming in to work. She just wanted one relatively normal day at work, but those seemed unfortunately few and far between. Now, this stranger was giving her nothing but weird vibes and cryptic answers. “Alright, Mr. Riddles, I am holding you personally responsible for the door given the fact you’re the only one here.” She moved past him toward the kitchen area. “You can make it up to me by buying no less than the equivalent of two cakes.”

“You were lost once,” They said cryptically more out of peevishness than anything. The chase was on and they did so hate being interrupted in the middle of a case even if they had an odd way of treating such things as a game. 

But when their quarry slipped from their gaze they sighed dramatically before giving the stranger their full attention. “Curiouser and curiouser weren’t you?” Their voice drifted as they tried to remember more. But they were millennia out of practice. Memory had always seemed like such a lonely business before they had followed Wendy through her window to a world of age and change. 

      Alice watches the stranger, not-stranger, with wide and curious eyes. The only time she was lost was on her journey to Wonderland, and Through the Looking Glass, both within the span of a year when she was merely seven. She had thought it was all a dream. “I was lost deep underneath the earth, or dreamt I was, anyway.” Or truthfully, was she found? That’s the real mystery here. Whichever the case, it was true that she had been changed for the better. 

        Her reaction did surprise him. He hadn’t considered what he did as cruel. Then again, jinns weren’t known for their moral compass. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was being controlled by anyone, especially a human. “Did I take it too far again?” His judgments in regards to “just” punishments had always been a bit skewed. 

Lee’s features remained friendly, while it couldn’t be seen on his face because it wasn’t shows. The eyes on his mask made the accurate expressions however for the current time being. He senses the hostile’s creatures presence and is prepared to deal with it. But nods and leaves the other to it. 

He nods in his thanks towards the other for the current time being, preparing to talk once again and reveal who he was and why doesn’t know who he is. “They call me Prophet, at least where I’m from. I’m from another world, which has world peace - for now, thanks to me. I decided to teleport to another at random and do the same thing. Here we are. I’ve just arrived here.”

He opened a portal that revealed his world in order to prove what he was saying, so he was not accused of being a liar or crazy.

     “World peace?” She can’t help the surprise which creeps into her voice at the admittance. Samus isn’t certain that she believes in such a thing herself, but at least admires the man for trying. Her eyes appraise the portal with some curiosity before she looks back at the man known as Prophet. 

     “If you truly want world peace, you’ll have to deal with the Space Pirates first. As long as they’re out there, no one will have peace.” A touch of bitterness creeps into her voice, thinking of both of the families she’d known that the Space Pirates murdered on their raids. That’s why she’s here alone on this planet, after all. She knows she won’t find any peace until every last one of them is eradicated from the universe. 

          Jacob bristled, liking this stranger less and less with every word that came out of their mouth. Something about him was innately unsettling, and it had nothing to do with his appearance. “I’ll take the intrigue and leave the rest. I prefer my chaos a bit more organized than that,” he replied. He wanted to walk away, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the colorful stranger. “Are you new around here? I’m sure I would have remembered someone like you easily…unless this is some new get up you’re doing for attention…which I can’t fault you for since it’s working.

       Chesh looks down at their own appearance as the human asks if this is merely for attention. The cat won’t deny they like attention, both good and bad, but the way this human form is adorned isn’t purely for attention– mostly the cat let their own natural strangeness pass from cat form to human form, and then dressed however they wanted; which was namely in bright and clashing colors. Bright green eyes return to the man in front of them, and the cat tilts their head as they look down at him. “I am. I was here, ages ago, but none now would be alive to remember it, truth be told.” 

Her mouth hung partway open as she watched, fascinated and intrigued, the luminous aura that she saw with her magic more than her eyes became something real and tangible before her. It was quite the spectacle to behold. When all of his physical body - or at least what she assumed was all of it - had become visible, she began to circle him, her eyes taking measure of his every inch. She had never seen anything like him. And she had seen a great many wondrous beings in her time. So it would not be a lie to say that she was somewhat awed.

Her footfalls came to an end as he began towards her. She made no effort to dissuade him of his movements. Merely continued to follow him with her eyes, and try very hard not to instinctively reach up and pet him. 

“Garmr is plenty mad,” she quipped back, a mischievous twinkle in her lingering eye, “But not so..” she swooped her fingers up towards her chin and spun them in a circle as though the gesture were enough to pull the words from her mind. “..delightfully unhinged as I suspect you mean.”

As he crossed from one shoulder to the next, she turned her cheek towards him, seeing only what was in her peripherals, “Do you have a name then?” 

       The grin the cat seems to wear only grows at her words, evidently pleased with her wit. He settles, standing on one shoulder, and swishing his bushy tail. He seems wholly nonplussed with the way the goddess is staring at him. Then again, as a cat, he feels he’s entitled to the attention, really, especially when it’s the good kind of attention. Though he will content himself with any type of attention really, as long as he can cause a stir. Even bad attention is better than no attention at all. 

    He looks around himself, around the strange realm from his perch on the woman’s shoulder. After a moment, and another swish of his tail, he decides to answer her question. 

     “I’m known as the Cheshire Cat, so that, or Chesh will suffice, if you prefer. My original name is lost– only the stars and trees can pronounce it.” 

     His bright green eyes pass down to look at the goddess after another moment, the amused expression remaining. “Though I’m sure you felt that in my soul, did you not?” 

     Even if it’s improper, Alice stares at the person across the way from her– eyes narrowing slightly as she focuses in on them. She knows she’s seen them somewhere before, but it’s as if the memory is in another world; locked behind the looking glass, so to speak. Still, her memory of them isn’t as they are now, but as they were once upon a time, in another world. 

     Oh dear, I’m making no sense at all again, aren’t I? Come now, Alice, they’re just another person, and it doesn’t hurt to ask. 

          Mothra? Like, the Mothra? Jacob had already been dead by the time that craziness had gone down, but there was hardly a being in existence that didn’t know about that. Normally, he would have been much more skeptical of such a claim, but the intensity of her presence was more than enough to satisfy any of his doubts. But instead of offering him any comfort, it just makes him that much more uneasy.

          A Titan? What could he possibly want from a Titan? What would one even give him if anything at all? He was more likely to be ripped apart by one quite honestly, and he knew he’d deserve it. His body surged with guilt as memories flooded his mind of the misdeeds of his life. He was trying to do better in death, but did it really count for that much in the presence of a being such as this?

          He nodded slowly as she spoke, his sense of unease fluctuating like the tides. How appropriate that she be called Moon…though did that make him the sea? He certainly didn’t feel nearly so vast. Still, there was a truth to what she said that tugged at something deep within him. In life he was sure he would have tried to ignore it, but now, his very being ached for a shred of comfort.

          As much as he power unnerved him, there was something about her that made him want to cling to her presence.

          “I think…I think I am seeking forgiveness or something close to it,” the ghost replied, unable to hold her gaze. “I’m sure I don’t have to list my sins to a being like you…I guess I just thought…maybe, maybe if I found you I’d feel better. That sounds silly out loud. I’m not owed forgiveness. I know that, but…I crave it just the same.”

      “Don’t be afraid–” She hums, with a tilt of her head, a soft hand reaching out to brush the back of his own. “I am not the executioner. Even if I was, I could do no harm to you, as you are now. Especially not within this limited form of mine.” 

       So he came for forgiveness? It reminds her of when she was worshipped eons ago, and all types came for shelter beneath her mighty wings and she accepted all of them, no matter their past. She herself had to learn patience and love over the eons– she wasn’t always the peaceful being who now stands before him, and it shows, even still, with figures like King Ghidorah. It’s because she’s made so many mistakes in the past that she’s able to be who she is today, and she’s still learning new things about humans, in this new form. She senses that she always will continue to grow and change, for as long as she exists. 

      “It doesn’t matter whether or not you feel you deserve it.” She begins, her tone maintaining the same gentleness as before, “What matters is if you truly want to change, and are willing to put in the soul searching to change. In that situation, I believe in forgiveness.” 

     Certainly, Mothra has come down hard and fast on the arrogant in the past, but they’ve never been repentant when they directly wronged her– they’ve only done it for fear of their own lives being cut short, never from a true desire to change. She doesn’t know which applies to the ghost before her yet, but until she figures it out, she will continue to treat him with dignity and gentleness. She’s always had a sympathetic spot for the wandering hungry ghosts in the world, without a family to call their own. 

Lee appeared on a new world with a bright smile on his features, prepared to get on with his ambitions to seek out crime and put a stop to it until he had created peace for this world as well, like he had his own. 

It was probably best to be dressed for the situation, so he allowed his ‘suit’ to morph over his body and consume him, raise him and completely cover over him before he was suited up and ready to get to ass kicking. 

He had known all along someone was there, but he was friendly so he didn’t think much of it. He simply waved and his mask face could make expressions. “Hello there! Sorry if I freaked you out!”

      Samus stares at the very friendly person in the strange suit. She doesn’t relax her stance, still eyeing him warily. Usually within her limited human interactions as of late, when people were that cheery, they were up to no good– or were politicians; same difference, honestly. This is why she prefers the native fauna of planets over people– they’re much more straightforward about whether or not they want to kill you. 

     Still, even as he stands, one of the hostile creatures living on this planet creeps up behind the stranger, deciding it doesn’t want to play nice today. In a low voice, she commands. “Hold still.”

If anyone wants one of my muses to invade your inboxes like this post (also let me know which muse you’d prefer and if you’re a multi, which muse you want it for, otherwise, it’s gonna be Russian Roulette for some of you and Chesh is the bullet.)