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sanctus-ingenium · 1 year

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another one of these posts lol... sketches vs final. not much changed for these ones, i kind of went into them with a very solid mental image already in my head. all of these were done start to finish in procreate

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horse fight .... this is based off a really really beautiful sky i saw while driving home one evening. i'm really proud of getting the colours i saw exactly right, this kind of greenish yellow fading to dark blue and with grey clouds low over it that looked very dark against the yellow by the horizon, but very pale against the dark blue.

i thought it would be a cool backdrop to draw a scene i've been thinking about for a while. The little cartoony horses are there to provide some tonal whiplash but also because these are two immortal shapeshifters who can fight violently without it being a huge deal. the little horses represent the actual gravity of the fight (that is, kind of a slap fight between two drama queens) which contrasts with the visuals of two animals brutally tearing at eachother. also i got the two horses at the bottom mixed up, Pascal is the one with the skinny plumed tail and Macha has a more traditional horse tail and i put them on the wrong sides.

i had a LOT of trouble shading this. i didn't want the horses to be too shiny but that meant a much lower contrast in shading and even with my screen brightness turned up i could barely see what i was doing. but i wanted it to read as realistic. mixed results i think. if i did it again i might try a different shading style because this one didn't really do it for me

spooky van!!! the post i deleted by accident (rip. i will repost it soon). this is a picture of the barrow (the field) taking a different shape - in this case a cool van. the van contains every single thing the field does (including the human victims that get lost in there...) but compressed down into a manageable shape. the void is Pascal because the field is inside him. he did this for his human bf to provide novel way to travel through the Otherworld. don't ask how this works like, spatially, because the answer is: i don't do hard magic systems in this setting

i loooove shading things with pencil hatching and i really like contrasting it with smooth colours/shading so that's mainly what i did here. it was simple enough. the van is of course heavily referenced and i wish i had been able to stylise it a little more.. maybe next time. i want to draw a kind of cutaway illustration of the van showing exterior and interior (like an old blueprint schematic), which i might use as a cover for the book/comic/whatever but that will require a very intimidating level of precision so i think i'll work up to that.

RUA magazine. this is my third time doing a rua magazine cover (first time posting tho). this is an in-universe magazine distributed throughout the Otherworld to an audience of fairies. in the sketch, the illustation was originally the King of Pentacles tarot card (the pentacle being the disco ball). but i decided to make a different King of Pentacles card for him instead, since I try hard to move away from symmetrical composition for the tarot cards (it's boring). so i repurposed this one into another magazine cover. like i said Pascal is a self-absorbed attention whore and has a habit of giving bullshit interviews just so that he can be on the cover as much as possible. he dresses like this all the time (the year is 2017)

the disco ball took 15 years off my life and it's not even the first disco ball i've drawn! i finished my actual king of pentacles card before i finished the rua cover sketch, so i can show u this

which is much better even if i did reference so heavily that it isn't exactly stylised. but this card needs some serious revision before i even think about posting it. i'm just not happy with his face.

original intent was for it be mysterious with emphasis on the neon lights but it ended up far more suggestive than i expected. that's life!

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amethystfairy1 · 4 months

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✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

Amethysts Scribbling Corner 📝

A little side project of mine to try and stretch my writing style!

Once in awhile, I will be running a poll with prompts that have been sent in via reblogs, replies, asks, and messages! Please send some in if you have any ideas!

Whatever prompt wins the poll, I will write and add to the series!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple of sentences! Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're talking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

Tags for the series are:

#amethysts scribbling corner

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I use this blog for my scribbling corner prompts as well as asks about any of my AUs or writing projects! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

#intro post #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #through the sky blue cracks #hermitshipping #worldbuilding #trafficshipping #life series #empires smp #traveling thieves au #amethysts scribbling corner

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qqueenofhades · 6 months

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Do you think part of what makes people feel like voting isn’t worth it because things don’t get better under democrats is because we can’t see what would have happened? Like I see a lot of people saying “well biden hasn’t made america much better so there’s no point” but it’s like they don’t understand that under a republican they would actively do everything they could to cause more harm. It’s like they don’t understand that 1. The president can’t do much, and 2. IT WOULD BE WORSE. like they don’t understand the possibilities. Idk people just frustrate me

I'm sorry, as I know you're just relaying what these people think and not claiming so yourself, but the whole "things don't get better under Biden/Democrats" line to which we are subjected so very, miserably often is a lie!!! It is demonstrably a lie! It is peddled by people who deliberately live in their echo-chamber leftist misinformation bubbles and either don't read the news, don't accept anything less than the Magical Socialist Revolution Now, and don't think partial or incremental progress (aka the only kind of progress that exists) is valid. "Biden hasn't single-handedly fixed everything wrong with America and the world after the most damaging presidency ever to exist and 250+ years of flaws, while other countries actually are their own actors with agency making complex choices, so we shouldn't vote for him" is a bullshit lie and I'm tired of it!!!

(Again. Sorry. This is not directed at you. This is just my frustration with this entire ridiculous situation speaking.)

We have had multiple elections now where people voted for Democrats, which resulted in abortion protections, protections for LGBTQ people, the biggest climate legislation ever to pass Congress/be signed into law (the Inflation Reduction Act), vast improvements in the job market, executive actions both large and small, improvements in labor and the economy, a general democratic system, a defense of the rule of law, a warning against fascism, and everything else that Trump trampled on in 4 years and will finish the job of doing if this godforsaken country is either right-wing-zealot or left-wing-zealot enough to put him back into office. (Like, people. Google is free. You're welcome to look up the improvements Biden has actually made, but that would harm your Narrative.) So much of this misinformation is also peddled by people who are proud that they don't have a clue how the American government works and/or deliberately lie about it: see all the claims that it was Biden's fault for not magically stopping a Trump-stacked SCOTUS, selected for the express purpose of overturning Roe, from overturning Roe. Because the president could just unilaterally overturn the Supreme Court with no problems at all if He Really Wanted To, I guess. Even if that is literally not the way it has ever functioned in history.

All the noxious Republicans in state legislatures passing anti-trans/anti-abortion/anti-voting laws ARE NOT SOMETHING BIDEN CAN STOP. If you're going to criticize him for not doing something, for God's sake at least make it for something he can do (like not calling for a ceasefire in Gaza, though I would argue he's already taking a more nuanced approach than the entirety of the American establishment during the War on Terror). And then vote for him when/if he follows it up, not just throw your hands in the air and scream about how you Can't Possibly Sully Yourself (especially when there is some very selective support going on here and a deliberate white-washing of how many orders of magnitude worse absolutely everything else in America and the world would be under Trump. So.)

I'm tired of it. I'm really, really tired of it. I've been trying to cut back on my politics posting because my mental health is bad right now and I often feel like a broken record screaming into the void. But. Yeah. Anyway. Whoof.

#plantsandothers #ask #politics for ts

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annymation · 4 months

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"This Wish" Reimagined

Asha's "I Want" song in my Wish rewrite

Something that quite bothered me in Wish’s “I want song” is that I never really… Connected with Asha as a character while listening to it.

With Ariel we WANT to see her get to the surface.

With Quasimodo we WANT to see him out of Notre Dame.

With Mirabel we WANT to see her make her family proud.

With Asha I want… her to have more than this…?

And what is “this”? Like, the subject is vague, and that’s because the song writer Julia Michels was asked to just “Write a song about a young woman that wants to fight an corrupt system” which is a neat concept… But Julia didn’t know what that corrupt system even was doing, I’m not joking, she said so on interviews, AND SHE SAID DISNEY ASKED HER TO DO IT IN 3 WEEKS LIKE GIRL!?

Anyway, as a result, I can’t really relate to Asha’s struggles because the song feel like it could be sang by ANYONE facing a hard situation where they “May be young but are not wrong” or “Have hesitations about what to do”…

But who is ASHA in this, aside from the person who is singing the song? Yeah, she wants more, but more WHAT?! You can listen to “When will my life begin” without watching Tangled and you’ll totally understand what Rapunzel’s personality is and what she wants… But in This Wish?… I don’t know who the heck is Asha, and I watched the movie!

It doesn’t help that in the movie the BIG HORRIBLE REVEAL that Asha is facing is that the system that only grants one wish per month… isn’t granting EVERYONE’S wishes… when that should’ve been common sense, like, does no one in Rosas understand basic math???

In my rewrite though, Asha has been silently questioning the system around her but knowing full well she couldn’t change it so she just accepted it, until the day arrived for her to give away her wish to conform to the expectations. She said she didn’t want to, and questioned if the king even granted all the wishes like he said he did. Seeing that she had spirit, the king and queen gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss manipulated her to get a wish out of her, and after that, by peeking through a door, Asha discovered the truth about her kingdom’s wish system, a truth so terrifying for her that she ran as far away as she could. And with no one else to help her… She made a wish upon a star.

(There, I summarized my rewrite so far, if that sounds cool to you consider checking it out here)

I think that’s a more interesting premise, and it gives Asha more nuance, but how do you translate ALL THAT into one song? Well, here’s how I’d change “This Wish” to do that:

“This Wish”

Should have listened to my own instincts No time to cry now for what could have been If I could show them everything I've seen Open their eyes to all the lies then Would they believe in me or in them? But when I speak, they tell me, "Sit down" But how can I when I've already started runnin'? All I wanted to do was grant my wish on my own But now that wish's stolen and, I am all alone [Chorus] So I look up at the stars to guide me For I know they can send me a sign If knowing what it could be is what drives me Then let me be the first to stand in line So I make this wish Asking us for freedom, hope and bliss So I make this wish To have something more for us than this [Post-Chorus] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah For many years they’ve been tricking us all Yeah, they said “We’ll protect you” while being our downfall Now what’s a girl like me supposed to do? How do you fight a king and queen? oh and they’ve got magic too! And all I've got is reservations and hesitations On where I should even begin I'm past dipping my toes in But I'm not, no, I'm not past diving in If I could just be pointed in any given direction On where to go and what to do My legs are shaking, but my head's held high The way you always taught me to [Chorus] So I look up at the stars to guide me For I know they will send me a sign I'm sure there will be challenges that find me But I can take them on one at a time So I make this wish Asking us for freedom, hope and bliss So I make this wish To have something more for us than this [Post-Chorus] Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (So I make this wish) Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah (To have something more) More than this, oh-ah-ah-ah [Outro] So I make this wish To have something more for us than this!

Thank You For Reading!

#disney wish #wish 2023 #wish star #wish movie #wish rewrite #wish asha #wish disney #disney #asha x star boy #Asha wish #song lyrics #wish reimagined

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angelbaby-fics · 2 years

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Brave Little Kiddo

Pairing: Bucky x Little!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Well, I had this idea this morning and it took me the whole entire day to get it down, but I'm really happy with this one!! Heads up, it gets a little spooky at one point 😮 By the way, if you haven't already, please take a chance to fill out my reader survey! Your opinions really do matter to me 💕 Also there's no taglist on this one since I'm currently working on a better system for that 😅

Popcorn was popped, poured in a big plastic bowl, and set on the coffee table in the living room. Bucky lit a pumpkin scented candle before switching off the lights and joining you on the sofa. You were wrapped tightly in an orange blanket with just your eyes peeking out, fixated on the tv. The screen was black, but the little timestamp at the bottom showed a video waiting to be played, and you were excited.

You’d asked Bucky for a Halloween movie night every single night since the start of the season, and he was happy to oblige. Movie nights meant yummy snacks, cuddles with baby, and catching up on decades of Halloween specials he’d missed. Together, you’d exhausted your way through Hocus Pocus, Nightmare Before Christmas, Halloweentown, your usual seasonal favorites. You always had so much fun introducing Bucky to new stuff, but during last night’s classic Scooby Doo marathon, he’d had an idea. Through the magic of Google and YouTube, Bucky had loaded up a playlist of vintage halloween cartoons, animated shorts he fondly remembered seeing in theaters with Steve as a kid.

“Knock knock,” Bucky tapped on your blanket cocoon, “can I come in, nugget?”

You shook your head playfully, burrowing deeper into the fabric.

“Oh really? Not even if I pay the toll?” Bucky smiled, pulling two bags of candy he’d been hiding behind him and handing them towards you.

You laughed, opening the blanket with your arms like wings, giving Bucky the opportunity to attack you with kisses. “Oh, there’s my baby!” Bucky said, tickling your cheek with his stubble. He repositioned the blanket so that the two of you were now both wrapped in it together, and he turned to you.

“Ready to start?”

You nodded eagerly, leaning down to pick up the candy that Bucky had dropped during his kiss ambush, and he pressed play on the remote.

Skeletons danced across the screen to the music they played on their own bones. You laughed as they rearranged themselves into all sorts of silly shapes and hid behind gravestones. Bucky looked at you in awe, amazed that he had the chance - the honor - to be sitting here now with his baby, passing memories from his childhood down to you, memories that were nearly a hundred years old. There were times in his life where he never thought he’d feel any happiness again, let alone this much of it.

The Skeletons hopped back into their graves and the screen faded to black, the next cartoon in the playlist starting up immediately. Mickey Mouse fought his way against a storm to a haunted house. Bucky’s arm around your shoulder got tighter. “Now this one really got me as a kid, I didn’t sleep for weeks. Can you believe what a scaredy-cat I was? Not a brave little kiddo like you.”

He booped your nose with a vibranium finger and you giggled as Mickey was locked into the house. You were a brave kiddo indeed, proud of your own confidence that the images on the screen can’t hurt you in real life. You only smiled as the cartoon grim reaper showed his skull face to the audience, scooping another handful of candy into your mouth.

As the night went on, you got sleepier and sleepier. The warm glow of the candle and a tummy full of candy had you drifting in and out of sleep by the last cartoon. As the credits faded to a close, Bucky looked down at you, only to find a spot of drool on his shirt next to your sleeping face; you were out cold. Bucky took the blanket off his shoulders and wrapped you up in it, lifting you up and cradling you in his arms as he carried you to your room. He lowered you onto the mattress and kissed you on the forehead, opening your blanket cocoon for a moment to insert your favorite stuffy into your arms. “Goodnight, little pumpkin.” Bucky whispered before closing the door. He walked back into the living room, picking up the empty candy bags and dropping them into the popcorn bowl with the unpopped seeds. He dumped the bowl’s contents into the trash, and as he turned on the sink and started doing that day’s dishes, he smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe he had someone in his life who felt so safe near him that they could fall asleep on his shoulder. Even on the bad days when he didn’t think he was worthy of anybody’s love or trust, you proved him wrong without even trying.

Bucky put aside the clean dishes to dry and set off for his bedroom, planning to read a bit before going to sleep. He blew out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness as he walked out into the hallway. When he passed by your bedroom door, he blew a kiss, blissfully unaware of what was happening inside.

You clutched the blanket tighter around your trembling body, eyes squeezed shut and face bunched up in fear. The grim reaper stood beside your bed, beckoning you to look up at its ghoulish face. It was less than a minute after you’d left your daddy’s arms that the nightmare began, and it was only getting worse. The haunting hooded figure leaned over your body, groaning your name. You tried to scream as loud as you could, but your voice was nowhere to be found. At least, not in your nightmare.

Bucky heard your whimper from the end of the hallway like a storm siren, though in reality it was much too quiet to be heard by anyone without your daddy’s supersoldier hearing and fiercely protective nature over you. He spun on his heel, nearly slipping on his socked foot.

“Baby?” He called out, not immediately wanting to wake you just in case he heard wrong, or was being dramatically overprotective as usual.

His call was met with another whimper from your bedroom, notably laced with distress. Bucky ran the length of the hallway, only needing three or four strides to reach your door. He threw the door open not knowing what to expect, and was met by you, curled in a ball in the furthest corner of your bed. He could hear you sob from under the cover of your blankets.

“Baby, it's me, it's daddy.” Bucky climbed over your mountain of stuffies to reach you, lifting up your swaddled frame and wrapping completely in his strong arms.

“You're safe now baby, daddy’s got you. I’ve always got you.” He whispered, over and over. “You’re safe. Daddy’s got you.”

Bucky had enough experiences with nightmares of his own that he knew it sometimes took a while to realize that the things you were seeing weren’t reality. He was ready to hold you in this position until the sun came up if that's what it took for you to know that everything was okay. Eventually, your little hand reached out from the blankets to grab onto Bucky’s shirt, and he took that hand in his own, running his thumb across your knuckles.

“Do you wanna talk about it, honey bunch?” He asked, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently.

“Sk-skeletons…” You whispered, gripping his hand. “Oh baby, I know. They sure can be scary huh? But I’ve got you now, alright? Nothing can hurt you, I won’t let it.”

“But I was supposed to be your brave little kiddo. I’m sorry… I’m not brave… I’m just a scaredy-cat.” Your voice got quieter and quieter as you spoke, almost hoping Bucky couldn’t hear you put yourself down like that, but you knew he could. “Well, angel, that’s just not the case.” Bucky said, looking you right in the eye as he spoke to you, words straight from his heart.

“You happen to be the bravest little bug I’ve ever met in the whole entire world.” He smiled, kissing your nose between the last three words, but your eyes stayed fearful. “Just because you were scared doesn’t mean you're not brave anymore. In fact, I think you’re even braver than me. But if you’re scared right now, that's okay. I’ll hold you until you feel safe and then I’ll hold you even longer, just to make sure.”

You reached your other arm from out of your blanket around Bucky’s firm torso, essentially clinging onto the man like a baby koala.

“That’s it, babydoll, I’m right here.”

“Will you stay here tonight?” You asked meekly.

“Of course, sugar, if that’s what you need. I’m always happy for a chance to snuggle my baby.” Bucky looked around at your bed full of stuffy mountains and pillow forts, deciding that if he wanted any sort of warmth tonight, he’d need to get his own blanket. He looked down at you, still fused to his body. “Angel, I gotta go get some stuff from my bed, is that alright? Do you wanna come with me?” He asked, knowing you probably wouldn’t want to be left alone in your room after the night’s ordeal, not even for a little bit.

You were thinking the same thing to yourself.

“How long is it gonna take?” You ask, slowly peeling your arms from around him and reaching behind you for a stuffy.

“No more than 30 seconds, bunny, I promise you.”

You squeezed your stuffy’s hand with determination. “Okay. I can do it. I can be brave for 30 seconds.” “I believe in you, angel.” Bucky smiled gently lifting you off his lap and onto the bed beside him before getting up. “I’ll be back before you know it, kiddo.”Your stomach dropped for a second as he disappeared from the doorway, suddenly aware of how dark it was, and how alone you were. But your grip on your plush friend reassured you that you weren’t really alone. You were brave. You could do this. And Bucky was right, he returned before you knew it. Once he was settled beside you, you resumed your position as his baby koala, burrowing into his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I love you so much, my brave little one.” He whispered sleepily as the two of you drifted off together, each of you safe and secure knowing the other was there to protect you.

(GIF not mine!)

#bucky x little!reader #little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #cg!bucky x little!reader #bucky x reader fluff #chloe's fic

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blackkatmagic · 7 months

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Anything you're working on right now that that you're having fun with?

“Here,” the slicer says, and the datachip appears between his fingers like magic. Not a Force trick, and Maul will never admit it, but all the more impressive for that fact.

Faintly grudging, because finding a smuggler impressive feels rather like a steep fall from where he should be, Maul accepts the chip, slotting it into his pad to check the contents. All the information he requested is there, plus extra, and he frowns.

“I won't be paying you more than the agreed amount,” he warns, and the gambler rolls his eyes.

“I'm not asking you to,” he counters, and the flash of his smile is charming, even if facial hair on Humans has always struck Maul as off-putting, and this man is no exception. “Look, I got into the systems and just wanted to poke around a bit, so I had some fun with it. If anything’s wrong, I can change it back.”

Maul snorts, but he flips through the entries, checking them over carefully, and doesn’t find anything that will have him caught immediately. Except—

“You will need to change my Master,” he says, unimpressed. “I asked for a missing Jedi for a very good reason.”

“What? But you said accomplished, and the Master of the Order is the most accomplished Jedi, right?” The smuggler slides in close to look, but when Maul narrows his eyes at him, he huffs and retreats. “Look, I have no idea how the Order categorizes its Jedi, but they don’t have a missing filter I can sort by. Do you have a name?”

Sidious kept careful track of the more powerful Jedi, and Maul considers Antilles, dismisses him as too young. Diath is in regular contact with the Temple, given that he has a padawan, and his family tends to keep training confined to family members regardless. Ven’nari, while tempting, is too unpredictable, and the Kaminoan Jedi has been missing for too long to be reasonable, but—

“Master Fay,” he says, and the gambler pulls up his own pad, flips a new screen open, and starts working. Maul studies the files flickering past over his shoulder, then rolls his eyes. “Not Fae, she’s been dead for centuries. That one.”

“Makes more sense,” the man says, grinning. Maul refuses to be charmed. “Thanks. All right, I’ll drop her name in. Want her file?”

It’s likely better for Maul to have some knowledge of the Master who supposedly trained him, though from what he knows of her, her file will be immensely boring. Maul wrinkles his nose, but nods shortly. “The GAR’s systems gave you no trouble?”

That gets him a flash of white teeth, perfectly confident, just an edge of dangerous. It’s a smile that would almost make a Zabrak proud. “That was even easier than the Order’s systems. It’s like they’ve never had a slicer even test them before.”

Knowing Sidious, it’s more likely he wants to create as many openings as possible for Dooku's forces. Maul wrinkles his nose, but checks those listings as well, and smiles thinly. There’s little more satisfying than undercutting an enemy who never even saw a threat approaching. “Delightful. Apparently you're worth the credits after all.”

#my writing #the world needs more maul pretending to be a jedi #you the garden and the grave

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cheesycaracal · 28 days

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Happy Easter, folks <3

I wanted to draw something fun for the holidays, but I'm still stuck with this year's redraw + working on worldbuilding a lot lately + had some new ideas that required my attention + I'm forcing myself to get some rest too. But this year's redraw is almost done (at least I hope so), probably share it during this week :D

Putting this aside, I'm still proud how this version of Lash turned out. I really enjoyed the rendering process, finally got some ideas how to implement her in a storyline and I also converted her into the 5e system, making her a Circle of Witherbloom druid because of her arm.

Speaking of which, the full storyline isn't clear yet though, I only know that she touched a cursed item somewhere at some point, and that deadly curse spread rapidly from her fingers, blackening her hand, later on her entire arm, stealing her lifeforce in the meantime. She was able to travel back home just in time, where her mother, a powerful druid, helped her immediately, though her arm was in such an extremely bad shape, that it had to be removed. They couldn't lift this nasty curse fully either, so her mother replaced the arm with the branches of a magical tree, that now slows down the effects, giving Lash another century or so to live. Thanks to these, now she is able to wield necromantic powers, though every time she does so, it'll take away months, or even years from her lifespan, blackening her new arm just a bit more.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Hello!! I am the one who requested Joseph and reader going to the Fleetwood concert and I absolutely LOVED it! You made it so perfect! I was wondering if you could possibly write another blurb for Joseph and a semi hippie reader? Maybe their into like crystals, tarot cards, astrology and teaches him the crystal properties, gives him a tarot reading and tells him about his zodiac sign? Again if this isn’t your type to write I understand, I am just so in love with your work! Thank you so so much!!!

hi! i'm so glad you loved it, thank you for requesting this ily ❤️ (also i apologize if i got the crystals and tarots wrong i had to research)

the door slamming is what grabs his attention.

it also means that you're home and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging fast that you think it's not moving.

"love?" joseph calls from the bedroom. his socked feet skid through the soft floor, the soft pattering excites you, too. by the time he's out the door, he smiles wildly and raises his hands in the air. "love!"

"joseph!" you copy him, one side of the cardigan slipping past your shoulder. he jogs to you snd hugs you tightly, like you'd been gone for years rather than two hours.

joseph has an arm around your shoulders and torso, clutching your bicep as he plants miniscule kisses on your cheek and temple. "i missed you," he confesses, voice muffled in your neck.

you pull away, cupping his face and pushing the stranded curls away from his forehead and toy with them. his eyes are wide with excitement, brown irises twinkle in curiosity at the paper bag sitting on the table though his eyes remain on yours. "it was only two hours, bub."

"yeah, well, longest two hours of my life," he leans in to kiss you, excited and needy, but comes as repetitive pecks with gentle clickings as he breaks away. "watcha got there, baby?"

"i bought more crystals!" it's now your turn to be excited with an invisible wagging tail. joseph removes his hands from your waist and comes up beside you to watch you take out two small bags and a box of, what he reads, are tarot cards.

"what's this one?" he asks, taking out a white almost clear crystal with pristine edges. joseph eyes them curiously, fascinated by the small crystal held between two of his fingers.

"clear quartz." you tell him. "a clear crystal considered a master healer and believed to support the entire energetic system."

joseph ooh's in fascination. "pretty."

"pretty, indeed."

he smiles at your proud look.

"hey, i saw this thing my friends sent to me," he sets the crystals down beside the rest, hand on the table and the other on your hip as you arrange each and every one of them to your liking. "its about these zodiac sign...things. and-... and they kept on asking me about yours and if we were compatible, but i didn't tell them because i don't know what they are."

you chuckle, cooing silently. "baby zodiac signs are constellations that are related to your birthday...from what i understand," you shake your head. "you're a taurus."

"ohhh," he hums. "what about yours?"

you tell him in a small quip, and joseph's face etches into an excited albeit confused look having no knowledge of what zodiac signs are. "that's great. are—are we compatible?"

you open the tarot card, taking it out and pat it on your palm. "yes," you smile at him. "hey, three pick cards."

joseph looks down at the splayed tarot cards. "is this a magic trick?"

"no, baby, it's a reading,"

he plucks three, four cards into the middle and each one facing him. befuddled he doesn't know what to do with them and faces them to you. "what's that mean?"

"oh, would you look at that," you lean closer. "strength, the lovers, and the fool."

"the fool?" he gasps. "only a fool for you, darling." joseph jokes, steals a quick peck to the tip of your nose. "what do they mean, lovie?"

"strength means, well, it's in the name. the lovers mean union, and the fool means new beginning," his eyebrows raise in slight understatement.

"alright," his hand massages your shoulder and steals a quick kiss to your temple. "how bout you tell me more of this in the bed, yeah? that way i can do all these things with you."

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I've been reading your Tales of Caleb Wittebane story and honestly your grasp of 1600s America makes the worldbuilding very interesting. I admire your dedication to making it as accurate as you can!

omg THANK YOU!!! :DDDDDD <333333

I've done so much research--!! I know so much about Connecticut Hartford and the witch trials, and Pequots, you don't even know half of it.

As a non-american, I never thought I'd know this much about a state's history lol. For one, Connecticut has a whole museum dedicated to the history and culture of the Pequot tribal nation! Super fascinating check it out!

I think I've consumed every documentary available on youtube twice, as well as scraped sites like Wetherfield's historical society & Hartford museum's sources and recommendations, just to get the detail snippets up.

Both Wethersfield and Hartford are very obvious inspirations for Gravesfield! Considering they have so many similar things appearing in them. I mean, just look at Hartford's founder statue lol:

I did look into the work behind the costume designs for movies like VVITCH, Salem and Sleepy Hollow, just to consume the visual knowledge of what experts had to say about it. Y'know? :D Saves me the work to listen/read what experts have to say about it!

Looking into the witch trials too (which took place before Salem) is also very interesting! Though, Gravesfield is inspired by it, so I'm allowing myself some creative freedom. Especially in regard to what "witchcraft" happens. Considering, Evelyn is a real witch and her magic has an actual system behind it.

Matthew Hopkins was a real witch finder, which I believe Jacob is referencing. But in true Disney fashion, I changed his name to Anthony instead, so it isn't a ~real~ historical figure. :P

I like history, but my area of fascination is social culture. So a lot of what I dig into is everyday life, behaviour and objects, fashion and how things are used.

It's been particularly fun to look into Woodsmen and what their actual duties/lives were like! :D And right now I'm looking more into crime and punishment. Which is also a lot of fun!

I don't save all my sources because I just write down in my notebook of what is relevant for me and the story. So I won't say I'm a 100% accurate, but I'm like... a solid 70%??? Which is good enough for me! Heheh!

idk about you fam but history immerses me creatively. Because the more I find - like little objects and what they ate, wore, things like that - it makes me grounded and I can see it so much clearer what is happening and what SHOULD happen.

Like, when Evelyn meets Mr Hopkins and Caleb keeps elbowing her to be quiet. It's not in-text, because I want the reader to be mystified with Evelyn more in that scene; But she is not supposed to talk with Mr Hopkins so frankly. And, she responds to his "how do you do" incorrectly, she answers it! You're supposed to reply the same in return "How do you do." "How do you do." Which is what Caleb did!

So she's a weirdo! :D For me, that really helps me write Evelyn clashing and standing out more. And amplifies Caleb's nervousness of her strangeness by others. He is very self-aware of social status and position. Which she is not. So he is her perfect guide! :D

:DDDDD

Sorry I'm going off on a babble here but THANK YOU FOR NOTICING. I'm very proud of it! :D

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High above the bustling of the students, above the awestruck windows looking out at the sky, the ever-moving boughs of the trees, and the cats napping on the warm roof tiles, there's a weathercock. Multiple actually, a whole flock of them, jutting out from various towers of various buildings on the campus. Only some of them actually show the direction of the wind blowing past them, others show the weather conditions of places far away, or long-past, or occasionally nonexistent. Some point in the direction of an important artifact, or towards the fate or destiny of some unlucky kid of prophecy, some are the playthings of mysterious magical anomalies, some have learned to fly and spend their days bothering cats or stealing pens and sandwiches from distracted students. The purpose of most of these weathercocks is unknown, though occasionally some enterprising students take it upon themselves to study the movement patterns of their chosen specimen, in the hopes of figuring out what makes them turn. One particular weathercock has captured the attention of many such souls with its specific schedule and intent movements, which suggested it must be moved by a human-like (or, perhaps, greater) intelligence, or, at the very least, responding to magic that is.

I've been having a lot of fun reading the Cockwatchers' theories in the uni's newspaper, or listening in on their conversations in the cafeteria during lunch, so it breaks my heart to have to reveal this, but it's not really magic. No dark secrets, no great futures, no horrifying anomalies lie in the direction this particular weathercock is pointing (well, I suppose they may, but only by accident). In truth, I have been using it to play chess and occasionally checkers with some fae in the eastern part of the forest. I have a free period on tuesdays and fridays in the northern wing of the Media and Communications building, and I figured starting telecommunications with something in the forest would be a good way to pass the time. It kinda just snowballed from there. We've come up with quite an efficient system of signals, I'm pretty proud of it actually.

The point is, they're starting to get way too good at it. At the board games, I mean. I sort of had the upper hand when I started teaching them how to play, but I've never been especially good at either of these games, and apparently they practice amongst themselves in-between our sessions, so they're starting to consistently kick my ass. I haven't bet anything I was sad to lose, but it is getting on my nerves a bit, and anyways I've come up with a really good quip for when I win, and I want to get the chance to use it. Which brings me to the real reason I'm confessing to this whole thing: I need a chessmaster to come help me out. Or a checkersmaster, if there is such a thing. So if any of y'all want to come play (and help me win) against some fae, you can find me during 5th period on tuesday or 2nd period on friday on the 1 1/2th floor of the northern tower of the Media and Communications building, by the window with the paint-speckled windowsill that looks out at the tiny weathercock at the top of the eastern tower. Bring a trinket you wouldn't mind losing. And maybe some snacks too, while you're at it.

#submission #stories #long post #weathercocks

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 9 months

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Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

a Stephen Strange x OFC Romance

genre: pre-Infinity War, slow burn romance, older man/younger woman, teacher/student to friends to lovers characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC), Moraine of Hadeeth (OC), additional OCs as Kamar-Taj staff rating: general audience to begin with, later chapters contain 18+ material

Ngl - I'm really hoping some of the authors in the Doctor Strange x Reader community will be kind enough to give this a read.🥺🥺 Even more so, a reblog - because I'm quite proud of my writing in this work, and I believe it deserves some love. Maybe some love could see me on my way to updating, even finishing, this WIP. It's lain fallow for far too long!

Chapter One

“Stephen, it’s nearly time.”

Wong’s voice pulled him from his scrutiny of the thick, weathered tome that had become his latest project. Since the passing of his mentor, the Ancient One, Stephen Strange was one of very few left in Kamar-Taj who made a regular practice of studying the advanced manuscripts, spell books, and obscure histories, which she had amassed during her centuries of service as the Sorcerer Supreme. His eidetic memory served him equally well in this pursuit, as it had in his previous vocation; as one of the world’s most talented and successful neurosurgeons he had learned the lesson early on—that knowledge was power—though the power he sought now he would wield for a even nobler purpose than those of his previous life.

“Remind me, Wong…it’s nearly time for…” Stephen let his voice trail off with the question, focusing just a few moments more on the script marking the page before him.

“For the arrival of the emissary from Hadeeth, Stephen,” Wong replied, “As well you know. Need I remind you that our alliance with Hadeeth goes back nearly four hundred years?”

“Not at all, Wong. I’m acutely aware—down to the smallest minutiae—of the terms of our accord the with the Hadeethans, having familiarized myself with every scrap of parchment the Ancient One left behind, detailing the particulars of our relationship.” Strange closed the leather-bound book before him, stretched a mite, and then rubbed thumb and forefinger upon his closed eyelids. “I’ve got a rotten case of eyestrain in the process, but I suppose I’m as ready for this as I can ever be,” he grumbled, “Although I’m not entirely certain why I have to be the one to meet with their envoy. A Master with years of experience—and not one with barely twelve months--would surely make a better representative of Earth. Let alone Kamar-Taj.”

Refusing to be pulled back into the ongoing debate, Wong remained impassive. “Of the Masters left in Kamar-Taj, you are the best qualified by virtue of your life experience. And in the absence of a Sorcerer Supreme, a Master of one of our Sanctums is the best that we can offer.”

He clapped Stephen on the shoulder, “Accept that you’re destined for this bit of diplomacy, Stephen. It can’t be anywhere near as complicated as navigating your way through the human brain to excise a pin point sized tumor.”

Strange rose to his feet, favoring Wong with a scowl, “As usual, Wong, your vote of confidence is underwhelming—but I will do my best not to provoke a diplomatic incident with an ally that has had Earth’s back for hundreds of years, and in some hairy situations.”

A young attendant placed the tray with fresh-brewed tea and a sampling of Nepalese delicacies on the low table before him. Without a word, she filled a cup with the hot liquid, and set it down beside the pot, before sliding a plate of almond honey cakes closer at hand to him. Stephen nodded, murmuring his thanks—though he was a little too nervous to partake of one of his favorite dishes. Instead, he stirred a bit of honey into his tea, briefly reflecting on the first cup of honeyed tea he had partaken in this very room, barely more than a year ago. With a shock to his system, he had been quickly educated as to how very much he did not know about the world, the universe, and the human mind and spirit; and since then, he had learned much more than he would ever had imagined of things he’d never even entertained as plausible. He considered himself a work in progress, truly humbled for the first time in his life, when he took into account how much he still did not know.

Yet, he had earned the respect of his peers here and—just moments before her death--the Ancient One had appointed him Master of the New York Sanctum. Strange took that responsibility ever seriously, having seen and experienced for himself the sort of assaults from other dimensions which Earth would be prey to were it not for the ancient protections provided by the band of sorcerers, bound in service to mankind.

The man he once was—before the accident that had deprived him of his livelihood, and the purpose by which he defined himself—Doctor Stephen Strange had the hubris to consider himself the best his specialty had ever known, and the ambition to pursue the loftiest positions of influence and power in his field. Now, as he split his time between New York and Nepal, he was in a constant quest for knowledge that would enable him to do this job to the best of his ability, while never seeking glory for himself. He would not—could not, in fact—allow himself to aspire to the title of Sorcerer Supreme…although more often than not these days, he was given--by some silent agreement (to which he was no party)--the deference and the responsibilities that came with that designation. Today, he would prefer to be a mere rank and file mage—but he could not turn his back upon the service that was asked of him.

Stephen rose when Wong appeared in the entrance way, ushering a stately, robed woman into the room. “Master Strange, allow me to present Mistress Moraine of Clan Kayolo, member of the Hadeethan Ruling Council,” Wong gave her a nod of respect, before moving to Stephen’s side.

Following the formal protocol which the Ancient One had chronicled, Strange bowed at the waist before speaking. “Welcome to Kamar-Taj, Mistress Moraine of Hadeeth. We are honored by your presence, and offer hospitality and friendship to you, and any others under your protection, for however long you sojourn here.”

She bowed in reply, and recited her opening remarks smoothly, her rich voice that of a woman accustomed to oratory, “The honor is mine, Sir. On behalf of my people, and in the name of our alliance, I accept your hospitality, Master Strange.” Moraine paused, studying him closely, before adding, “May the worlds we serve continue to benefit from our partnership.”

Strange motioned her to take a seat, then sat himself, while Wong moved forward to pour tea for the Hadeethan woman; the ensuing silence enough to allow Stephen an observation or two. She was definitely dignified (royalty was the first word that came to his mind), aloof and otherworldly; she wore her thick, silver hair loose and unadorned, for surely nothing could flatter her more than it’s natural glory; and the only subtle sign of age he could discern, were small crinkles at the corners of her pale grey eyes--but since he knew the average Hadeethan lifespan was upwards of 150 Earth years, they gave no clue regarding her actual age. There was a palpable feel of strength of will about her, as though her spine were made of steel. Moraine appeared—in short—to be a power to be reckoned with. He vowed to tread carefully regarding whatever topic she had arrived to discuss.

She sipped her tea, then nodded her approval, “Ah…it’s been far too long since I sampled this welcoming taste of Kamar-Taj. Though I regret I shall never raise my cup with the Ancient One again.”

“Her loss remains a heavy one for us to bear, Mistress Moraine,” he replied, a truth he felt most keenly every day, “And nothing would make me happier than for her to be here in my place.”

“I bear the condolences of my people for the dread passing of a wise leader and constant ally,” she told him, “And for myself, I share in your grief; for I had known the Sorcerer Supreme from my youth—as a teacher, then a mentor, and at the last, a friend.”

“I envy you that,” he admitted, “We all miss her guidance—but we have done our best to go forward as we believe she would see fit.”

Moraine narrowed her eyes, looking for the truth in his reaction, “And you do not seek to guide in her place? To bear the mantle she wore for centuries?”

Stephen shook his head vehemently, “I assure you, I am not that man. And honestly, I can’t think of anyone who could fill her shoes.”

She nodded, pleased with his reply, than raised her cup. “It is always so with the best of leaders. May we all do her proud in the service we provide to our worlds.”

“May we indeed,” he echoed, drinking from his cup as well.

Formalities now aside, Moraine was swift to reveal the surprising purpose of her visit. “I come on a personal matter, Master Strange. ‘Tis my hope you will entertain my request, if not for the sake of relations between our worlds, but for she whom we both miss.”

“I am certain we can accommodate you, Mistress Moraine. The resources of Kamar-Taj are at your service.”

“Even as I had anticipated,” she asserted, wearing a small relieved smile, “As you may know, Hadeeth has a good share of practitioners of the mystic arts. And in our culture, this is a thing well-known, even aspired to. In fact, by long standing tradition, the majority of those who sit on our ruling council are skilled in magic.”

Strange nodded, having gleaned those facts from the Ancient One’s notes, “Magic being the primary reason our worlds are well-suited as allies.”

Moraine bobbed her head in a brief acknowledgement, then continued, “On Hadeeth, we have found that the aptitude for magic, and the strength to wield it properly, are most prevalent in certain bloodlines. As a result, it is not uncommon for a particular clan to hold a council seat for several generations.”

“I take it that is your own experience,” he inferred.

“It is, Master Strange. But seats are not granted automatically—and those aspiring to them must pass a series of tests, unique to the individual.”

“And these tests involve the use of magic?”

“Exactly so—and thus arises my need for your assistance,” she admitted.

A bit perplexed, he might’ve asked, but Moraine had anticipated his question. “Not for myself, Master Strange—for my daughter, Teyla.” And then surprising him, she added, “A daughter of both our worlds.”

Not having known such a mingling of their races was even possible, it took a moment for him to respond, “You’re asking that we train her here, in Kamar-Taj?”

Moraine’s face took on a pleasant sort of softness, clear sign of the depth of her feelings for her child. “She has ever been my greatest treasure, and from the moment in which I discerned that she possessed aptitude for the mystical arts, I had planned to entrust my own best teacher with her tutelage.” She lowered her eyes, her voice become sorrow-tinged, “Who could have anticipated that such a plan would go unrealized?”

Stephen remained speechless, moved by her quiet show of grief. In the months since the Ancient One fell, he had learned things about her he had never expected—always making him long for the fruits of the wisdom she might have shared with him.

Having set aside her sorrow, Moraine looked to him again, firm of purpose, “Teyla’s skill--her strength—lies in the healing of body, mind, and heart. And though this ability is a miracle in itself, it does not suit well the sort of trials she is likely to face in the fullness of time.”

The doctor in him wanted to ask more of Hadeethan healing magic, but the situation would not allow for it—though he made a promise to himself to learn more of their practices when possible, with an eye towards the exchange of knowledge that might enable him to fulfill again that purpose of more than half his lifetime. “What training would best prepare your daughter for these future trials?”

Moraine looked please at his show of willingness, “She will need to develop defensive skills, for both her own safety, and for those who may someday fall under her protection.” She paused, gauging his reaction, and then concluded, “Teyla also possesses a small degree of prescience, although she is not yet capable of employing it at will. She dreams, yet cannot tell when the images may come to pass; she has strong, yet unpredictable, flashes of intuition, which she finds difficult to interpret. This gift is useless to her until she can cultivate the proper wisdom and discipline.”

“There are no teachers on Hadeeth that might guide her?” he asked, “Seers are rare, even in Kamar-Taj. I can’t guarantee our knowledge is enough to guide her beyond the most rudimentary training.”

“They are rarer still, on Hadeeth,” Moraine shrugged, “So rare they come but a handful of times in each generation. Though I am her mother, I haven’t even a touch of that gift.”

Stephen nodded, considering her request a moment. “We will do our best, Mistress Moraine—but in this case, I can make no promise.”

“I understand, Master Strange. And with this understanding, I will entrust you with Teyla’s further education. For the sake of our alliance,” she reminded him, “And for all the hopes a parent has for their child’s safety and happiness.”

They had concluded their meeting by settling upon three Earth days as the interval until Teyla would arrive at Kamar-Taj. “Of course, we’ll need to see what magic your daughter is already capable of, before we proceed with any training plan,” he cautioned her, as he and Wong escorted her back to the courtyard for her departure. “Please be sure she understands what lies ahead.”

“Oh, she is already more than prepared for that,” Moraine told him gratefully, “And she has spent a share of time on Earth--living with her father for several years--so you should find she will easily acclimate to your world.” With that, she drew on her sling ring—the magical tool which the Ancient One had shared with the Hadeethans, in consideration of their partnership—and conjured a portal back to her home world. Stephen could discern very little of what lay on the other side; a room half lit with what could be daylight, vague shapes that were likely Hadeethan furniture.

Moraine turned his way, and bowed low, and then rose to meet his eye. “Please keep in mind, Master Strange, that some of the tests Teyla may come to face are dangerous. I beg you to see she is properly prepared to survive, beyond the training I have already given her. I will be in your debt, and Earth’s, for the remainder of my days—and look forward to the day when I can be of service to your world, in return.” She stepped into the portal, and raised her hand in farewell, closing the circle before he could utter a word in reply.

“Well, this should prove interesting,” Wong observed, “How much experience do you have dealing with teenagers?”

“Barely to none,” Stephen confessed, “And I hadn’t counted on being asked to play a schoolmaster to a rookie sorcerer.”

Wong chuckled, amused at Strange’s befuddlement, “I’m thinking diplomacy will turn out to be child’s play, compared to the task you have ahead of you.”

“Yes,” Steven agreed grimly, heading back to the library to continue his studies of earlier. “And I’d much rather be navigating my way through the human brain, then babysit an angsty adolescent.”

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Could you tell me what's ur fav work of urs..and also underrated ones that you think deserves attention 😄😄

Ohhhhh what a lovely question, thank you for sending it, I really like talking about what pieces i like ;adf lol.

My favorite fandom piece:

This changes alllllll the time. Right now it's The Touch of Your Lips Dear with yandere Feitan. I like how twisted it is, I like the way I wrote Feitan as being like, kind of shy and awkward but in his own Feitan way. The mutual enjoyment of the torture session leading to sex? *chef's kiss* if I do say so myself.

For non-yandere, Tactical Compensation with Shigaraki. I just really like how casually cruel Shigaraki became, combined with the commentary on the general fucked up nature of the Hero system and how they treat people as expendable as well. I do have a part 2 that's been a WIP for ages...

Favorite piece with someone else's OCs

(okay I've only written one person's OC so this might as well be "Favorite piece I wrote with Lucas'):

Song of a Broken Heart. I have way more fun writing readers with Lucas when they don't end up brutally murdered, but I'm really proud of this one, although I do want to go back and rewrite a few scenes to be a little more visceral. It has one of my favorite lines that I've written in the past few years in it-- the sentence with "there was undoubtedly a final thought somewhere in you..." in it.

Favorite original piece:

One of my seasonal spirits, but it's so hard to choose. I think I'll go with Cold Snap because he's the original and I think the most like... twistedly malevolent but also gleefully affectionate in his own way. Plus he was inspired by a folk story that was adapted in one of my favorite creepy books as a kid (Short and Shivery) and you can't go wrnog there.

Underrated

... and this is really subjective I guess, since I keep thinking 'well is it an underrated fic if it got 100+ notes despite being related to a niche fandom?' buuut:

Pasteurized, from Doctor Sleep, with a reader who is kept as a source of renewable torture-induced steam food by the True Knot. Just an awful, fucked up scenario for poor reader. One of the few times I think one of my extensive daydream scenarios was successfully turned into a fic!

I don't write for Hetalia anymore but I always liked this piece I did with yandere Norway and a reader who can see magical creatures!

Down the Cellar Stairs. Not a yandere or romance fic, just a creepy lil horror story I wrote on Halloween night, inspired by old fashioned Halloween games. I really like the atmosphere and the structure of this story. The ending is really fun in a morbid way.

Round the Thatch-Eves Run. Underrated in the context of the seasonal spirits, I guess! I really like him even if he's a little more grounded and forest-creature-esque compared to the other more fae spirits. I put a lot of vague grief feelings into this piece so another reason I like it.

#a chance to talk about my writing yes pls. thanks for sending this in.

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Avenger/TGHW Grail Terminal Alpha/A Narrating Voice, do you know if there are any sorts of programs we can run in this space, or should we try talking to the Admin?

'A NARRATING VOICE': "Considering I'm doing this behind the Admin's back? Uh, maybe don't call her. I'm backdoor-ing this shit."

"Right, right. Good to see you too and all that. I mean, I'm being flippant, but underneath my cold, dead, sarcasm is a bit of joy. Aaanyways. Before you go stir crazy, let's get practical. Just... gimmie a second." He rummaged around a bit... or at least it sounded like he was- it was endless darkness here- before raising a hand. "Found it! Item get!"

"So, some of you will remember a while ago when I stole a kiss from you and then revealed that the 'affection points' were me stealing your magical energy so that I could cheat the system and jury rig a contract? Well… that special moment we shared once the Preliminary War Ended… the one that netted you all that 'Super Affection Point'…"

"…Was one last hunk of magical energy I swiped from you guys, just in case! I know, I know. Ain't I a rascal? Anyways, hyah!"

...The Super Affection Point was thrown! The Super Affection Point has been converted into three Command Spells, and has torn an opening in the Grail War…! "This'll be a big one. Literally, this Spirit Origin will be dense as hell. After all, you'll need firepower. If I bring you back, you really will be Interlopers to the system- and by default, everyone's enemy. Which means you'll need tough Servants to survive the onslaught, so pick. Also, maybe it'll serve as idiot-proofing. Maybe? Doubt it, but no harm in trying. I'll also just… iterate, that these options are… how would you say it… randomized? As if they were put through a (theoretical) randomizer and then given as options. Anyways, go! Pick! Now!"

'A NARRATING VOICE': "Sheesh, look at these guys. I'd hate to be on their bad side. Have you ever noticed that even the most 'Heroic' of Heroic Spirits are like, super violent?"

ARCHER

The demigod son of Poseidon, and one of Greece's greatest hunters- the man who shot down the goddess of the moon. With top-ranked parameters in almost every statistic, as a warrior his talent is unmatched. However, he tends to falter a bit when it comes to vices, easily distracted by beautiful women and constantly haunted by a lunar presence (girlfriend).

Strength: A

Endurance: A

Agility: B+

Mana: C

Luck: A

NP: EX

Starting Health: 11

Starting Mana: 7

FOREIGNER

A mysterious presence from beyond the stars-- or perhaps a refreshing wind from the cosmos. Her nature is considered 'theoretical', even as a Servant in the Solar Cell, and may be linked to an item retrieved beforehand. Despite her incredible might, she is ultimately inexperienced, both as a warrior and a Servant.

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: EX

Luck: A

NP: B++

Starting Health: 7

Starting Mana: 13

CASTER

The Mage of Flowers. Possessing incredible magical talent, and wisdom that would be renowned for ages, this Caster is one of the defining members of his class. However, his personality does make him a bit difficult to get along with at times, as he tends to be more of a 'big picture' thinker with his own vices.

Strength: B

Endurance: E

Agility: D

Mana: A

Luck: C

NP: C

Starting Health: 5

Starting Mana: 11

'A NARRATING VOICE': "You know, if it was up to me, I'd say- 'if everyone'll treat you like your evil, then go all in'. Nothing wrong with getting some help from the dark side! Anyways, I now present 'Column B'!"

BEAST II

A Primordial Deity who's greatest sin is the inability to let go. Powerful, commanding, and… smothering, she is a proud Servant that considers everyone her 'children'. If she were to be summoned, the constraints of the Solar Cell would put her in a larval form. However, with enough time and mana (or the cry of the Command Spell), she could briefly attain her full might as Primordial Mother.

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: D

Mana: A

Luck: EX

NP: EX

Starting Health: 7

Starting Mana: 11 (Statistics are variable based on form.)

BEAST VI/S

A bright, burning Emperor of Roses. A violent ruler that approves of avarice and depravity, and watches the incineration of the world with a confident smile on her face. Despite her more affable nature, this Beast is almost certainly 'Evil', and should therefore be treated with care. However, in another time and another place, she has stood with- and against- a fox demon.

Strength: B

Endurance: B+

Agility: A

Mana: A

Luck: D

NP: B

Starting Health: 10

Starting Mana: 11 (Statistics are variable based on form.)

BEAST OF THE PLANET

The Mage of Flowers. Possessing incredible magical talent, and wisdom that would be renowned for ages, this prospective Beast is one of the defining members of her class-- uh, déjà vu, much? However, she is also prone to acting in accordance to whatever amuses her more, meaning that despite ultimately being an invaluable ally, there will certainly be challenges.

Strength: E

Endurance: E

Agility: C+

Mana: A++

Luck: A

NP: A

Starting Health: 3

Starting Mana: 12

#main post #thgw story #thgw: chapter 3 #liminal chat

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 12/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma, TW: Self Harm

Chapter Twelve: World's Greatest Milkshake

“Dick?” Jason mumbled as he crept down the hall. “Bruce?”

“Jason,” Bruce yawned, “What are you doing up?” He picked Jason up like a small child, so tired he hadn’t noticed Jason had tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled. Bruce responded with a wrinkle of the forehead as he nudged Jason with his nose.

“What’s the matter?” Bruce questioned.

Jason hid his face in Bruce’s shoulder. “I had a nightmare that you-. Well, you-. It was awful, Bruce. Terrible,” Jason cried. Bruce rubbed his back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bruce whispered sweetly, “Want some milk? With strawberries? And a scoop of vanilla ice cream? And sprinkles?” Bruce nudged Jason once more in an attempt to make him smile.

“A milkshake?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, I wanna make you the biggest milkshake in the whole wide world,” Bruce smiled, “For the small price of a happy Jason… Do you think you could manage that?” Jason nodded, or at least he tried to. “Falling asleep on me, buddy?”

“Suhsorry,” Jason mumbled. Bruce carried him back to bed.

“Want me to stay with you?” Bruce asked. Jason made a soft noise as he reached for Bruce’s hand. Once Jason dozed off, Bruce returned to his bedroom and slept.

Bruce found Jason in the cave, dressed in costume. Jason's childlike wonder was gone. It'd been gone for a while by this time. "Jason? You-." Bruce wanted to tell him to stay home. Bruce thought about telling Jason he couldn't be Robin but couldn't say no. He couldn't bench Jason. Not when Jason was hurting like this. He could see the pain written all over Jason's face. "Jason, let's patrol together this time."

"Why? What did I do now?" Jason questioned. Jason was on edge. Usually, Bruce would've shut down, but that's what caused all their troubles.

"Nothing. I want to spend time with you. We could do things differently tonight," Bruce suggested, "Let's get a soft serve and sit in the Batmobile for a while."

"How come?" Jason asked.

"Because I feel like we haven't had fun patrolling together for weeks now," Bruce answered honestly, "And I wanna fix that... You used to enjoy patrol-."

"I used to think we made a difference. There's nothing we can do half the time," Jason muttered.

"You make all the difference," Bruce replied, "There is no one like you, Jason. I'm a better Batman with you as my Robin." Jason blinked hard.

"But you thought I-."

"I don't care if you did. That doesn't matter to me. If you said you didn't do it, I believe you. Jason, look at me... You don't have to hold all this pain inside yourself. I know it's hard to bounce back after a case goes wrong, but you can't blame yourself. Some things are out of our jurisdiction," Bruce interrupted as he opened his arms. Jason snatched his mask off and tried to storm upstairs, but Bruce caught Jason and held him until he burst into tears.

Jason hid his face in Bruce's chest. "It isn't fair," Jason wept.

"I know," Bruce whispered, "And I want you to know that it wasn't your fault. You did everything you could."

Jason sobbed openly and without control. He shook violently in Bruce's arms, gasping for air and choking like a small child. "I wanted to help her, Bruce," Jason wept.

"You did... The system's broken... But maybe there'll be something you can do to fix that when you get older," Bruce reassured him. He rubbed Jason's back to soothe him.

Bruce reluctantly took Jason on patrol after Jason collected himself. "You aren't disappointed in me?" Jason asked. Bruce shook his head. Bruce took Jason through a drive-thru and got ice cream as he promised.

"No. I'm proud of you. Don't let what happened turn you cold. Your warmth is what makes you the perfect Robin. It's what makes you the perfect son," Bruce whispered. Jason chewed his lip.

"I was gonna run away," Jason confessed.

"I know... And I was gonna let you, but I don't think letting you go on bad terms like this would be right. I want to know why you want to go," Bruce replied, "And I wanna make sure you know I care." Bruce parked in Crime Alley, and Jason stared at his feet.

"I thought that-. Maybe if I could find my birth mom, I'd have somewhere else to go when you sent me away," Jason mumbled. Bruce placed a strong, steady hand on Jason's head. Tears streamed down Bruce's cheeks. He'd finally caught the ghost he'd been chasing for years. Fifteen. Fragile. Frightened. This was the Jason that Bruce broke.

"I never would've sent-. I love you. All I've ever wanted was to save you, and everything I've done has pushed you further toward the grave. I'm scared because I don't wanna lose you," Bruce confessed. Jason looked up. Jason could see the distress on Bruce's face, even with his cowl on. Jason started to cry too.

"Just tell me you won't leave me if I stay," Jason begged, "Don't leave me alone."

Bruce pulled the teen into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere," Bruce whispered.

"Promise?" Jason asked. Bruce pulled away and held Jason's face in his hands.

"I promise. I will always be right here," Bruce reassured him, "I wouldn't be myself without you."

"I thought you didn't trust me anymore," Jason explained.

"I do trust you. You're my son," Bruce stated without thinking. Jason sniffed. "Do you wanna stay in tonight? Just you and me?"

"I think that'd be a good idea," Jason whispered. Bruce sat with Jason until they finished eating their ice cream. "You seem different."

"How so?" Bruce asked.

"I've never seen you cry before," Jason replied. Bruce smiled.

"I've learned a lot this month... About being a parent," Bruce answered, “Jason… Someday you’ll be a man, and you’ll go your way, and I might disagree with your choices… But I’ll never stop loving you. You’ll never stop being my son. Now, I’m about to make you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Do you wanna drive the Batmobile?”

Bruce took comfort in the light that filled his fifteen-year-old’s eyes. “Are you serious?” Jason asked.

“Mhm… You don’t think I know you’ve been taking my car around the manor on joy rides since you figured out how to reach the pedals? I never said anything because you were careful. I know you’ve had your eyes on the Batmobile for a while now. Go ahead and give it a spin,” Bruce grinned as he opened the top and hopped out. Jason climbed into the driver’s seat while Bruce walked to the passenger’s side. “Adjust seats.” The command was enough to seat Jason high enough to see over the dash, and the Batmobile adjusted the pedals underneath his feet. Jason resisted the urge to rev the engine as his heart pounded. His smile was a light in the darkness.

#fic #five little ducks fic #batfam #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Stephanie Brown #Duke Thomas #Zatanna Zatara #De-Aged Jason Todd #Magic #Babysitting #Father-Son Relationship #Fluff and Angst #POV Third Person #Bruce Wayne is Not Okay #Bruce Wayne Tries #Jason Todd Has Issues #Childhood Trauma

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bipbopdepmop · 4 months

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man I love hermitcraft. just. there's so much love in it, at the end of the day. its a conversation a connection a partnership between creators and creations. every block is planned and placed with thought and care. every build has a story. countless hours, days, weeks are poured into the planning and the gathering and the building and the recording and editing and releasing. if you follow the season from beginning to end, you watch the story get written and there's something so special about that.

just. take a moment. remember the stories.

see, scarland, years in the making, a dream made reality. a magical, whimsical place of colours and brimming with life! as grian put it, everything you make contains a part of your soul. and it's so full of light and goodness, vibrance and energy.

see, decked out two, dungeon of doom and terror. the ravagers and the wardens and the vex and even good ol one eyed willie. see the redstone, tangled and infinite and moving and changing. see the citadel itself, see the games they played. the final runs, the group stumbling after each other, laughing and dying and hunting and dying and laughing, laughing, laughing.

see the museums, standing tall and proud. light and dark, cluttered and open. king's reign, empires, the whole history of two years at your fingertips, meticulously gathered and collected. see the hidden secrets and stories all waiting for us to explore.

see the pinball machine, every block placed to scale. see the exterior, galaxies hand-picked by eye and a photo.

see the charity stream area, the minigames they played and the chairs they sat in. see how much money they raised, how many people they helped.

see the ugly as sin starter house, and remember.

see the minigames, bin-go and blood on the clocktower and false's elytra course and the blue river raceway and countless others that I'm sure I'm forgetting.

the bases. all the bases. bdubs and his amazing builds, straight out of a painting. doc and his massive perimeter, walls depicting ancient myths, telling ancient stories. grian and his rift, bringing us to other lands, other stories. scar and scarland, oh scarland, the stuff of hopes and dreams. cleo's atlantis and jevin's castle and xisuma's skull and impulse's dwarven forge and gem's elven palace and pearl's alien landscape and false's amazing castle and stress and iskall's western area and keralis's amazing city and zedaphs wacky zany zedvancements and so many more.

and a note on grian's signs of affirmation in his finale. see the care and respect the hermits have for each other. hermits helping hermits, both the group and the action.

the king storyline, the resistance assistance, the soup group! empires crossover, the pranks, the secret santa, all the events! decked out opening, again, the charity stream!!! friends of hermitcraft, skizz and martyn and even that one guy, hbomb, coming to play. make-a-wish visits. the buttercups vs. doc and the great filling of the perimeter. the button! alive to the end. the TCG!!! jevin's egg hunt. tango's astral library, and the nether tunnel system, more efficient than ever before!

hermitcraft is a love letter to art and creation, to friends (family). and above all it's a love letter to us. the viewers. without us it wouldn't be possible, at the scale it is today.

I love hermitcraft and I hope you do too. the hermits love hermitcraft. and they love you too.

this post came around again on my dash and it is a nice end bit to this: a message from scar.

#i know I'm forgetting a lot #theres so so much more but I am only one person and it is three am #so. put it in the tags?#hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #this might be incoherent but yeah #i just. feels.#hermitcraft forever <3

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