To say the least, I kind of lost motivation there but I mean. I'll eventually get around to either something new or an update towards something else. Shrug.
prologue. [Reader x various] [SNK]prologue.prologue. [Reader x various] [SNK] by clockwork-stars
This world is cruel.
But you have saviours.
You stand on the roof of your home and work, an undertaker's place. Embalming for people out in Sina is what your family's work is. You build coffins on the side, caskets of all types and sizes.
Currently, the rattle of wagons and the sounding of horse hooves off the ground is filling the air. Murmurs of the crowd below are both hushed and roaring, in awe at the latest return party.
You've been hearing about a Titan shifter boy, who just might be the hope for the sparse remnants of humanity. The idea is enthralling to you, a grin curling your features at the news as you worked over a coffin (you also ended up hammering your thumb a moment after, lucky you).
As the soldiers ride through, clearly defeated, there is no grin on your lips. A slight curl of a smile, observing, at the mere thought of these people striving so hard for the people within the walls. It was an insane – and frankly alluri
Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader]AN: I suppose I should give some kind of warning. There is speak of murder, gore, and the possibility of suicide discussed briefly in this chapter, and perhaps later chapters. Also, swearing. This is dealing with a pawn of death, after all – I'm not sure what else anyone would expect of it.Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader] by clockwork-stars
A few days later, you find yourself back in the Candy Kingdom, strolling out of a tavern, sans cloak embarrassingly enough. You're clad in a black form fitting tee and knickerbockers, sinched and held below your knee by white shin wrappings.
It's the middle of the day and the sun is unbearably bright. You're shielding your eyes with your arm as you walk, the clinking of your soul collector and its chain, along with a fair share of gold coins tucked in your pockets, creating a gentle rattle. A Banana Guard passes you and looks a bit nervous, perhaps intimidated by the glow your shaded [colour] eyes held as you walked.
dried flowers. [Levi x Reader]dried flowers.dried flowers. [Levi x Reader] by clockwork-stars
A figure moved out into the silence, departing on a horse, stable gates wide behind them.
It was warm. Tall grass swayed outside the castle, the air damp and sticky from the previous few days of rain. It smelled clean and fresh, the sun shining through patches in the hazy grey clouds, reflecting pale light.
Horse hooves sounded against dirt and stone, a hood tossed up over dark tresses.
Moving through the forest, sluggishly paced, it soon opened to a wide clearing, covered in tall grass. The horse was tied on the side, singlehandedly. Worn boots crunched with measured steps through a field of stones, nettles and oxalis bringing dull life to the waving grass.
Cloak drawn tight, for seeming minutes, the form walked.
You frowned as you noticed them, knowing well who it was. Starting their way, the corners of your lips drew up in a slight curve, almost sadly.
To the back of the field of stones they went.
You walked with them, eventually coming to stop before
Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader]First technical installment is now under Intro.Gamble  [Marshall Lee x Reader] by clockwork-stars
Crossing a vast room, you trek through the halls of Lady Death's domain. It's mundane and boring. Death is outside gardening and her serfs and maids – all the same kind as you, faery folk – are running around inside, handling whatever may come up; they even busy themselves with righting the already perfect tapestries and dusting things that are smooth and clean in the first place.
They're all doing something – and then there's you.
You come and go in your free time, and leave in a flourish when presented a task. Those tasks come and go and actually only a few times a day, much to your surprise. But then you remember, you're the Gambler.
People gamble with Death without realising it; they think it just a ruse when you say that, yes, you are the Gambler, and that, yes, they are intended to die. You go out fetching souls every surface-evening and make your rounds to designated
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Introduction of Character
Species: [Mammalian, Reptilian, Plant, Insect, Hard/Soft Invertebrates, Avian, Aquatic, Craniopod]
If Mammalian, Which One?: [Human, Duro, Wookiee, Cerean, Bothan, Sullustan, etc.]
If Reptilian, Which One?: [Rodian, Barabel, Trandoshan, Slith, Ssi-Ruu, etc.]
If Plant, Which One?: [Neti, Ergesh, etc.]
If Insect, Which One?: [Verpine, Fefze, Killik, Bartokk, Geonosian, etc.]
If Hard Invertebrate, Which One?: [Sauvax, Aganof, Tarc, etc.]
If Soft Invertebrate, Which One?: [Iyra, Hutt, Ee, etc.]
If Avian, Which One?: [Vor, Mrlssi, Qour’sav, Rishii, S’ktri, Tikiarri, etc.]
If Aquatic, Which One?: [Mon Calamari, Selkath, Nautolan, Quarren, Herglic, Vurk, Dellaltian, Gungan, etc.]
If Craniopod, Which One?: [Bith, Celegian, Filar-Nitzan, Pulra, etc.]