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LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

ask and you shall recieve

Did he fake an identity???

Also I agree that he should own a crow 🐦‍⬛ my brethren

this thing took like three fucking days and now my procreate is laggin really badly. do I need to delete old art? what is the problemmmmm I don’teven know arghhhhh

anyway, I present to you: den & kristine as the evil step sisters(cinderivan), credits due: royaltystudios

“milf” & widowed (?) curt next I promis (as evil stepmother yes yes)

I need to make procreate stop lagging and kicking me out though

Trying to do some Worldbuilding for Recreyo (if there are any inacuracies, I'm sorry, I haven't rewatched anything for this)

(This thing is pretty long, and my first attempt at actual writing, so it's hopefully relatively gramatically correct and well written, but I'm sorry if it's not.)

Long ago, long before anything with Multiverse ripping happened, many towns had shrines to the same two gods. It often had a statue or mural depicting two people, twins. The depictions and names people gave them changed many times throughout the ages, but the names probably most well known are Ao and Ai.

Together, people knew them as the Travellers, because, well, that's what they were. The people had a strong belief in other worlds existing, where everything could change, from very small things, to completely different rules and Systems, all collected together in what many nowadays probably know as the Multiverse.

Ai was typically the one people would pray to if they wanted to see small changes. "What if I chose that instead?" "What if this person was still here?" "What if I moved here?" "What if I left that behind?" Those were things Ai could let people see.

Ao would typically be the one bringing you to completely different worlds. Had a fantastical dream? Read an great book? There was probably a world out there that matched those, one that Ao could bring you to.

But even though that sounds like some great thing, people started liking it less and less. People who travelled to different Worlds with Ao's blessing were turning into monsters, demons, just like evil creatures from those worlds, or would come back with injuries and illnesses that were untreatable in their home world.

And while the worlds Ai let people see weren't hurting people physically, they were hurting people emotionally, them being devastated and heartbroken by consequences alternate paths brought. So, eventually, people started staying more in their own Universe, praying to Ai and Ao for travel less and less, until they eventually were forgotten.

But, some of their power had been caught in the shrines, so when time passed, corrosion breaking pieces off, now pieces of their power were found by random people.

Those people, to put it kindly, weren't the most careful, just using the power to jump between worlds on a whim, and just leaving rips and tears behind. Ao and Ai did their best to stop them, which honestly wasn't too hard. These people were, as already mentioned, careless, with the Multiverse, but also with themselves, the world they were visiting harmless to the inhabitants who were used to it and knew what to do, but very dangerous to people who had never been there before. So both with the dangerous Universes these people visized, along with Ao and Ai themselves, it isn't a suprise there was a short, seemingly random spike in missing persons cases there. So, eventually, Ao and Ai managed to be the only ones left who could let people from this world travel between Universes. Something they felt to be a good thing, because at least they knew how to travel without causing damage.

Well, in come the Recreyo Crew. A group of friends who recently had been in a bit of an uncomfortable situation, after accidentally destroying some old looking trinket at a flea market. They obviously apologized and paid for it, but the old Lady was saying something about a curse, and them never being able to truly perish no matter how much pain they felt, they honestly hadn't really tried to make sense of it, not believing in curses and stuff, so they just chalked it up to old fairy tales.

Well, that was until Ivan tripped over some weird rock. They'd normally just tease him a bit and then move on, but the rock starting to glow and some portal opening up wasn't exactly something you could put under the "normal" category. After a bit of confusion, discussion and arguing, they pick the rock up, and somehow manage to close the portal. They decide to take the rock with them (unaware of the fury of two old gods that'd soon be on them). After all, what's the worst that could happen?

Does this count with their original world or…

Imagine some angsty alternate version of the story where the Multiverse just kinda collapsed after being ripped through often enough, and the Crew gets left as some last remnants in a sort of void, and they are slowly horrified when they realise:

It's all gone.

All those worlds, all those stories, all those people, they're gone. Forever.

And the five of them are just...there, and now have to wrestle with the guilt of destroying hundrets, if not thousands of Universes, for probably the rest of eternity.

@xakumi'S GORETOBER

DAY5: DRUG

yeah i got no idea what he took either

hello recroyi. rercryom. RECREYO. fandom. haven't been here in a hot second, howdy :3 this is my first collaboration to this fandom in awhile and it's Curt having Not A Good Time™, nice.

fp!Curt real

Broooooo what if I made a server for a Recreyo au isn’t that crazyyyyyyy

Another small writing thing. This one's mostly about Den, and got inspired by the first/second chapter of 'Iris Japonica' by @turkeyinnovember over on AO3. (Once again, sorry for any mistakes, tips/criticism are appreciated)

Honestly? This felt fucking weird.

Den hadn't quite gotten used to this whole thing, how were you supposed to get used to something like this anyways? Yeah, just casually assended to Godhood, no big deal.

It had honestly even taken time to just adjust to the changes of her own body. She felt taller for some reason, couple inches at least. The sharp teeth had been annoying, Den biting her cheek and tounge accidentally, but now her teeth making them bleed. And those claws had been suprising as well, Den almost scaring herself when those accidentally came out, but now they were quite useful, wether it be cutting stuff up for dinner, putting holes where ever needed, or threatening Ivan on occasion.

The changes in her body had been managable, but her mind...The Souls she had absorbed back at the Tournament were quite talkative, and it was quite hard to concentrate on things like work, when you had hundrets of voices in your head, from god knows where or when, most of which weren't shy about sharing their opinions, and even less about starting fights.

"You're drawing yourself like that?"

"Seriously? This is what you call a job?"

"Might I suggest something more calming?"

"Madam, I'm sure your husband will provide, there's no need for you to work."

Den sighed in annoyance, rubbing her temples as if the pressure could make the voices go away. "Can you shut up? Yes, I'm drawing myself like this, yes this is my job, I would be calm if you were quiet, and my husband is already working, just like me. So, whoever you guys are, fuck off!"

Den had never bothered to learn their names. Why should she? There were too many anyways, and it wasn't like she liked them. She knew some names, one of the guys constantly telling her to "settle down", "let the husband do the work" and "go look after your children" (even though she didn't have any besides her dog) was named James, or something like that. There was a shrill one ironically named Karen, some guy sounding like he'd belong in a Skate Park with a B name, and a suprisingly young child who Den was pretty sure was named Tom. He was one of her favourites, suprisingly optimistic, even if his constant demand for sugar could get excausting.

Later, when she tried to make dinner, things didn't get any better.

"How about a nice, hot soup?"

"Ice Cream! Ice Cream!"

"Let's just get takeout, way less work"

Den slammed her hand down on the counter. "I'm the one that actually needs to eat, I'm making Pasta, and that's final!"

Christian, having heard the commotion, came into the kitchen, standing in the doorway with a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. "Yo, you good in here?"

Den sighed. She didn't know. Her eyes started watering when she admitted to herself what she had been avoiding for the last couple weeks. She didn't know. She honestly had just been feeling more mentally drained every day, always having voices in her head, always breaking up fights, having to listen to complaints...she was loosing it. She was loosing it., and she had no idea what that meant for herself, the others, or the souls. She didn't know anything. Wasn't she a god? Gods were supposed to know this stuff right? They were supposed to know stuff about their powers, weren't they?

She slowly got pulled back from her rabbit hole of endless questions when she felt a hand on her shoulder, Christian now standing next to her, looking at her worriedly.

Without looking up, she spoke, admitting what she never thought she would ever have to say.

"No...I'm not."

I mean there’s two things

1. It’s a fairytale, I feel like there’s some aggressiveness there

2. Recreyo is aggressive against each other my guy

why do I feel like people in my cinderivan au is a little be aggressive

having fun with unrealistic lighting in the comic but yeah :p

actually finished the vampire au chapter 1 partially just to feel like i was being productive (when i was typing the chapter title, i for some reason couldn't spell vampire correctly but i didn't bother to fix it)

fun fact, when i get ideas i often write them down in a spare document. so like what the hell did Oct 8th, 2am me mean by: "something something medieval timing, maybe roman empire with a little mythology inspired maybe with christian and curt as humans and whatever the rest"

like what does that mean. what was i talking about? whatever it is, it's gone now! cus i can't remember a goddamn thing about what that oneshot was supposed to be.

Return him to her stat she needs food

tbh the collar references both can you survive a multiverse episode and RMyths so that’s that

the precise idea is from both luna's post and the reblogs talking about how the crew would bully him. and i agree.

[one time my friend was (unwillingly) wearing paws and they were hard to manipulate, so I assume if curt wanted to flip someone (the crew) off he’d have to manually press the other fingers down.]