#lucitoran

   He's frustrated, he's called so many times and he's sure Tom is ignoring him. Or maybe his mirror phone thing is set to silent? Either way, Marco texts him.

From: Marco Diaz To: Tomas Lucitor, demon extraordinaire

She’d noticed this kid wandering around and had gotten Nightosphere-esque vibes from him, though he definitely wasn’t from her world. He’d seemed like a decently fun guy, though, so Marceline decided to try bugging him.

of the various things nico has come across in his lifetime, he’s learned not to trust people with horns until they prove they aren’t out to murder you. or eat your bones. or whatever other weird stuff monsters like to do when they successful kill a demigod child. (they aren’t always that creative, about it.) so it’s pretty unnerving to notice that there’s more than a few... creatures running around this bizarre place that are definitely, certainly, one hundred percent not human.

still, nico’s not gonna be rude about it. oddly enough, no one here seems to be out to harvest his bones yet, and the general indiscriminate politeness is disconcerting to say in the least. he doesn’t intend on getting close to any of these creatures either, though-- he’d rather not find out the hard way that they’re just waiting for him to slip up so they can have tasty demigod for supper.

“oh, sorry--” but the gods have always had it out for nico, anyway. it’s only fitting that he runs into one of these infernal creatures (physically, literally) while trying to distance himself from the swarming crowds that he can never seem to escape from. he gets a good look at the boy he bumped into and his expression immediately frosts over, before he looks away. “...i didn’t make you drop anything, right?”

for a treat! // no longer accepting 

Happy Halloweeen! Here’s a moodboard based on Vi&Tom’s sunset festa thread!

      ❝ y’know…now you’re down here with all us loud guys. bet you couldn’t                                       last like…let’s say, half an hour down here, doin’ fun stuff. ❞

Her eyes light up the moment that she sees him standing, appropriately, from across the bonfire-- bouncing flames nowhere near tall enough to mask the other from her view. And as much as she hates to abandon the comforting warmth that the fire emanates upon her otherwise chilled flesh, the blonde knows well that the heat from the flames will soon be replaced by another as she bounces over to her unsuspecting prey. She only makes her presence known when she has successfully crept up behind him and, in a childish attempt at spooking him, chooses to tap the male twice upon the shoulder suddenly and without warning, a laugh sliding past her lips as she exclaims all too loudly,

“Tom!”

          “Of course I am!” She grinned, offering both out for him to choose one.

❝ y'know if it was a portal to hell we could actually escape this place… ❞