why hello there

some fandoms I'm in:

the keepers (ted sanders) - my main fandom, probably the reason why most of you have followed this blog lol. fans pls PLS interact! for a collection of all my keepers fics, check them out here

the magnus archives - my other main fandom. not as active, but I regularly reblog posts for it. (sasha and annabelle fans pls interact !!)

haikyuu!! - semi-active. most reblogs are about rare pairs, karasuno second years, and my favorite character ennoshita

bungou stray dogs - not very active. i'm not caught up with the manga yet, but I don't mind spoilers.

parahumans series - i mostly lurk in the fandom tag, but feel free to talk abt it with me if you're also a fan!

tags I use:

#random -> misc things I find funny or interesting

#writing tag -> posts about writing/helpful for writers (will have to organize soon)

#<3333 -> motivational posts

anyway, here's my old keepersona (made by 12-14 y.o me) that i redrew as my current self, bc ive always been insane abt tan'jis and what kind i would get

hello, have a wip neptune from a scene redraw i might never finish <3

it comes and goes in waves - a timeline of horace, after the war

And wasn’t that just stupid? Chloe wasn’t dead—as much as her absence left a permanent lump in Horace's throat and a near-constant pang in his chest. She wasn’t dead, despite the silences after jokes where sharp retorts should've been and the empty spaces in group pictures big enough for another person to fit in. Why grieve someone who isn’t really gone? How do you let go of something you’ve never lost in the first place? It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t like Horace at all. But then again, Horace hasn’t felt like himself in a long time. 

2. little soldiers - neptune with ingrid before she turned because those two haunt me a lot

“Yes. But sometimes, sometimes don't you ever just…” Ingrid trailed off. And wasn’t that such a sight: the headstrong and outspoken Ingrid finally lost for words? She had a strangely vulnerable look now, something decidedly un-Ingrid that seized Neptune with the urge to reach out for the girl. For the briefest of moments, it almost looked like hope. Neptune’s heart swelled with it too—maybe, maybe Ingrid knew. Understood. Maybe Neptune wasn’t alone in her terrible, selfish doubts. But as quickly as it came, the look vanished. Ingrid’s expression hardened once more. Looking away, she crossed her arms and mumbled a surprisingly soft, “Never mind.”

3. melancholy - an au where gabriel successfully fused himself in book 3 + au wherein fused keepers suspended in time got released from their nevrens once the mothergates closed

(“You can't protect everyone.”)  The Auditor's grip on the staff was wavering. Gabriel hardly felt it against the torrent of Medium surging around him and in him, the molten heat of it scalding and almost tangible. His staff felt like it was shaking between his hands—or maybe, it was his hands that were shaking.  (“I have to try.”)  The last thing Gabriel remembered was the warmth of the roof against his palm. 

It was easy to forget that the humour was full of activity, unseen and unheard, and that Gabriel was like a spider at the center of the web, a finger on every thread.

Ji'karo mufali—I am everywhere