#crossing into the canon upside down stuff now
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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!
Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...
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"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"
"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.
"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"
Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.
"Doesn't matter anymore".
Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.
He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.
Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask".
Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?'
"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.
He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.
"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"
Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".
He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.
His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.
"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?"
Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.
"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?"
Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged".
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Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.
"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window.
Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?"
Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"
"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?"
"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.
Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night.
'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'
Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack.
The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb.
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Steve beats him to the house.
He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street.
Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.
Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake.
"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?"
Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.
No shoes? Fucking rich people man.
Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"
He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything.
If anything, Eddie has more questions.
Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".
Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?
He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot.
Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.
He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.
Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue.
Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.
"You said something about outside?"
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By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--
Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.
He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.
"You good with a joint this evening my good King?"
He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.
Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?"
Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.
"Major Tom?"
Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone.
"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"
Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".
He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".
"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.
Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him".
Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.
"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.
"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt".
Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.
And Wayne would never hurt him.
Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.
"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".
"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.
"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse".
"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.
"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…"
Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?"
"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".
Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"
Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday".
Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.
"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"
"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos.
Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end.
"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again.
Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.
"Steve? STEVE?!"
The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers.
"Dustin?"
A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.
"I need your help".
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Part Five
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#stranger things#stranger things season 2 au#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve and nancy breakup#what would have happened if eddie had been at tinas halloween party?#this fic is going places apparently#eddie is having all sorts of complicated feelings about steve here#i will never get tired of halloween party breakup aus#you can pry them from my cold dead fingers#afewproblems writes#cw marijuana#crossing into the canon upside down stuff now#lets goooooooooo#dustin meets eddie early#eddie is listening to steve talk and just thinking ???#like what is wrong with this boy there are too many things to count#cw bullying#billy hargrove is his own warning#I might rename this Castles Crumble based on that TSwift vault song#such a steve song am I right?
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)
Read chapter 34 here/ Series Masterlist
Chapter 35
Summary : Loki meets the ancient one and she has all the answers for you both.
Warning: 18+,, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love,
You were at the hospital to see Mrs Geller but you were early so visiting hours weren't open just yet. You missed Loki, you hadn't seen him since the night of your birthday, which to be fair was just two days ago but you felt extremely anxious because of everything that has been happening.
Your mom had called you this morning to tell you that she had hurt her legs while working out and as soon as she had told you that you knew somehow it was connected to you.
Loki had told you that he would find the answers about all these glitches in time but you feared those answers would turn your world upside down again.
All those thoughts running in your head were starting to give you a headache so you got up and made your way to the staff area to grab a cup of coffee, luckily for you it was empty.
"You be like baby who cares, i know you care, bring it over to my place i don't know what you did–" you stopped singing to yourself as you felt a presence behind you so you turned around. It was Doctor Mark. Ofcourse.
"That's for staff members you know that right?" He asked you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes,
"I know but ..it's just coffee you know?"
He shook his head in response and walked towards the machine to pour one for himself,
"How's she doing now?" You asked him so he sighed deeply as if your mere presence was irksome to him. Why were you meeting all these assholes doctors, at first Strange and now him.
"Same as before, she's stable but there's no improvement" he told you so you nodded
"But she'll be okay right?"
He turned his head to look at you as you asked him again, he seemed soft and sympathetic for once, he also seemed as if he knew she won't recover from this.
"What was that song you were singing just now?" he asked you to change the subject so you chuckled in response..
"It's under the influence by Chris Brown"
"The what?" He looked at you a bit surprised so you told him again, this time enunciating each and every word carefully.
"Don't think i have heard of it" he shrugged as he said that so you crossed your arms.
"That's fine i have not heard all the songs in the universe" you chuckled, however it wasn't from amusement but barely annoyance.
"I operated on that man once..we stayed in touch, that's not his song..I'd have known since he keeps sending me his tracks"
He said in a nonchalant manner so you squinted your eyes.
"Well that's nothing..i ..I work for loki..a literal god"
"Yeah what do you do for him?"
"I'm his assistant "
"If he's such a god why would he need an assistant"
"Because he does .." you walked out of there to save face after that. Why was he so annoying? And what did he mean when he said that song didn't exist? You heard it in the last timeline, that was the song you played as you both got high that night. You quickly took your phone out and searched for the song but you didn't find it anywhere..it didn't exist, he was right.
But how could it be? You remembered it, you heard the song, loki did too, you remembered the lyrics for god's sake.
As you reached home that evening you immediately called Loki.
--
Loki knew in order to find the answers you both were looking for he'd have to go find the sorcerer supreme and he did find her quicker than he had anticipated, maybe she wanted to find him as well..
"Pardon me, I need a moment," he said to the woman in front of her who was the sorcerer supreme before Doctor Strange. You were calling him and he never ignored you call no matter how busy he was or wherever he was so he picked it up immediately
"Darling are you alright" he asked you in a hushed voice,
"Yeah I just need to talk to you about something"
Well he needed to tell you something too but he knew it wouldn't sit right with you, he was being unfair again but he had to do this in order to protect you both.
"I'll be there in an hour okay?" He said to you softly before he hung up and turned his attention towards the woman everyone addressed as the ancient one.
"Is there no other way?"
He asked her in one last desperate attempt to avoid his fate but she only gave him a faint smile in response.
"If there was any other way you wouldn't be here seeking my advice. What you two have done have caused a warp in the current timeline, look around you Loki ..everything is disintegrating because you two chose to deviate from the original timeline and found each other before your time"
"It's's not out fault that your protégé messed up the spell and we both remembered each other"
"Well this time she won't"
As he entered your apartment you were pacing back n forth in your living space with a worried look on your face.
"You remember that song I played when we got high together the first time in the other timeline?"
You asked him hurriedly so he smiled but his eyes were teary, heart breaking at the thought that he was going to lose you again and this time you won't even remember him, he just had to rely on fate to bring you back to him. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you lovingly before he placed his forehead down on yours,
"I love you" he mumbled softly and as giddy as his words made you feel you knew something was wrong, you could just tell by the way he felt around you, it was as if you were connected to him in more than just a physical or emotional way.
"I love you baby .. something is wrong..isn't it?' You asked him so he sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist.
"What were you saying about the song? I remember it clearly" He brought one of his hands to your face to tuck your hair behind your ears, the gesture made you lean into his touch.
"It doesn't exist..not in this universe..why?" You asked him so he sighed.
"Perhaps it hasn't been created yet"
"Then how come we heard it in the last timeline?"
"Because we were living a life that was never meant to happen darling and.." his voice broke as he paused his words for a moment and closed his eyes as if he was too afraid to say whatever he wanted to say,
"What is it?"
"We are still living that way darling..this is not how we were supposed to meet again"
You felt your heart drop as he said that. No, you couldn't go through this again, haven't you both sacrificed enough for the sake of the world?
"So? What's the problem then?"
You asked him as you pulled away from him so he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer again,
"You know what is the problem here sweetheart..you can see it can't you? All around you, things are happening..bad things and they'll keep happening until we fix our mess"
"We fixed it once" your voice choked on your tears as you spoke and it took everything in him to stay strong at the moment, he had to, he had to suffer this time for both of you.
"I know..I know we did, we did our best, it's not our fault that we remembered each other but I have found the sorcerer supreme.. there won't be room for any error this time" as soon as he said that you broke down in tears. This was your worst nightmare coming true.
"No please loki no please..pleaseee nooo" your hiccuped sobs crushed him to the core. Why couldn't he just spend a lifetime with you where he could just keep you happy? He knew he'd have to spend years without you before he was able to fulfill all the promises he had made to you.
"We are meant to be together my love, we are made for each other, I'll find you i promise, when the right time comes I will find you and I'll make you mine..i promise.. and then I won't let go until the end of time, until the end of us"
You stopped crying as he said that, you just felt broken at the moment, you didn't know how you'd survive this all over again.
"Thirty years, I have waited thirty years of my life..all my life to have a moment where I didn't feel so deeply sad or worthless. And then you came into my life out of nowhere and I have never been happier, i have been happier beyond my imagination with you" he cupped your cheeks as you let out broken sobs but you weren't done speaking just yet
"And now you want me to give it all up so I can go on and live miserably for a few more years? You are telling me that i…me..basic stupid me whose existence didn't even matter until I found you is the reason why this universe is falling apart and now I'm responsible to fix it? I'm supposed to sacrifice everything to fix everything all over again?"
He stayed quiet for a moment, he wanted you to vent, to take out your anger, whatever you had said had only pierced his heart deeply, he never wanted you to feel this way again but he had no choice, he never really did, he never got his will..
"Don't you see it, princess? It's all about you, everything has been about you, it had been about us finding each other but we find each other at the wrong time.. always the wrong time" He mumbled softly, things grazed over your cheeks to wipe your tears
You really wished his words had made you feel better but it really didn't, you only felt heartbroken at the thought of losing him, forgetting him completely and moving on with your life as if you weren't loved so immensely by this gorgeous man in front of you.
"And Yes you'll have to sacrifice again to save the universe and you won't even remember doing it but i promise that when I find you again I'll help you remember. The sorcerer supreme- she gave me her word that she'll help us remember everything, every moment that we have spent with each other, she'll help us relish those memories again, this won't be forgotten, our time together won't be forgotten"
You had to let go of him as if you had never fallen head over heels in love for the very first time.
You felt empty and all you wanted to do was halt time from moving somehow and freeze this moment right here so you could spend your whole life like this..a forever with him
"What if you don't find me lo? What if we don't find each other?" you asked between your broken sobs so he picked you up by grabbing onto your hips and walked a few steps to press you against the closet door, if he was going to lose you for years he'd want to engrave this moment in his head.
"We will..we are destined for each other. This is my last attempt to atone for my atrocities but I won't be so kind the next time.. I promise I'll ruin the whole multiverse and everyone in it just to keep you by my side"
Well you wouldn't even stop him.
You moaned as he pressed his lips against your neck and sucked on it while his fingers removed your clothes magically, he was going to fuck you but he was going to take his time, as you felt his cock inside you, you couldn't help but gasp as his girth stretched you out.
He didn't even use a protection this time but you didn't care about it, everything would reverse anyways. Right?
"What if you don't find me attractive when I'm older than this or bigger or ..just different" he chuckled but his teeth gritted and a moan escaped his throat as you clenched your walls around him
"You really think a few wrinkles on your beautiful face or a couple of pounds is going to change the way I feel about you?"
"Mmm i hope not" he didn't stop his thrusts until he had you a quivering mess, as he laid you down on the bed you were just staring at him with a dazed look on your face,
"God I'd never get enough of you" you whispered as your lips lingered over his mouth for a moment before you kissed him passionately.
"I'd never want that either sweetheart " he looked down at you, he can try all the positions in the world with you but this right here was his favorite of all, your body underneath him and eyes staring back at him with such love and adoration.
"Loo" you mumbled softly so he snapped out of his thoughts and leaned down to kiss you before he hummed "I'm scared"
"I know princess, so am I, but we have to do this. I can not lose you, I can't take such a risk" you nodded as he said that but he could still see the saddened look on your face.
"What if something happens and we aren't at the right place at the right time? What would happen to us then?" Your eyes welled up again so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you before he smiled.
"My love, no matter where in the world we are, eventually we will cross each other's path..I'll make sure of it. A moment so absolute where you'd would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with me..just like this, you were made for me darling and I'll find you anywhere, anytime..i promise "
He kissed you tenderly and then he pulled away, a sudden look of confusion flashed across his beautiful features.
"That is strange" he mumbled and it made you giggle.
"What ..kissing me?"
"No..I uhhh ..just this moment we had just now..i have had a dream similar to this in the previous timeline..not same but similar..I always thought it was just us from the future" you hummed as he said that.
"It's a time loop Loki ..i understand it much better now"
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you snuggled him into you, one last time before you'd lose him again, you didn't even know how long you will have to go without him or when you'll see him again..it could be five years or ten or even twenty, you just hoped he'd find you before you're too old to love him the way he deserved, you wanted more time with him, you wanted forever.
Time was disintegrating so both of you had decided to go through the ritual the very next day, however this time you weren't really fixing the timeline but yourselves, the spell that sorcerer supreme was using would keep you in the same timeline but you won't remember the last few months in the way you did now, you'd remember it the way you were supposed to live it and so will everyone else around you.
She wasn't reversing the timeline again, she was barely fixing your time, she was fixing the mess Strange had caused with his spell. You'd wake up in the same time but your life will be completely different. She was going to make you forget each other. Or that's what you thought she was going to do. You didn't know the complete truth, he didn't tell you.
Before you could go through the ritual you wrote an important mail to Mark Johnson and asked him to send it to someone very important immediately. You needed it to be sent before the ritual, you had made sure to use an anonymous mail but you called him at the hospital to ensure that mail would get sent. Afterall he won't really remember you and you definitely won't remember him.
"I'll always love you lo, no matter where I am or even if I don't remember I just know my heart will always belong to you, it will never belong to anyone else"
His eyes teared up as you hugged him tightly, he wished he could have prevented this somehow but he knew he had to do this to protect you and your loved ones.
"And one more thing lo--" you mumbled softly and his brows furrowed
"Time was never wrong between me and you..it was always right..it was always pure and it was beautiful"
Just like last time you all sat down in a circle, he had kept his eyes on you before his world shifted right in front of his eyes, one moment he was there with you with your hands clutching onto his and the next moment he was in a prison cell in Asgard.
The spell had worked and it had worked the way he wanted it to work.
"When the time comes, you'd go see her and then you can make her remember everything you want.. before that you can not intervene no matter what" The ancient one warned him so he nodded, his eyes welled up at the thought but he knew he didn't want to live without your memories, he wanted to keep it, he wanted to remember you so he could make you remember him when the time comes, he was terrified of the pain that he will have to endure in the next few years but he was ready for it.
That's how he was destined to suffer.
A lone tear spilled from his eye as he sat down on the cold floor of the cell wishing that he was sleeping in your arms instead but he knew he couldn't afford that no more, he knew he won't get to see you, touch you or kiss you for the next seven years.
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Here are some suggestions on how different animal forms might affect Remus on the month leading up to the moon
wolf: I think in canon we got the mention of liking to eat raw meat so i will go with that one now
penguin: starts to steal stuff from his roommates, gifts Sirius rocks as courtship technique
worm: gets interested in burrowing, want to dig holes in the yard
highland cow: becomes even more slow and patient than normal
rabbit: stops eating meat all together, gets very jumpy with loud noises
turtle: hides inside his sweaters
moose: starts to cross the roads with zero regard of the cars around him
sturgeon: takes up swimming and it is a struggle to get him back to the dry land
bear: as stated earlier, becomes a sleepy and very hungry boy
owl: his sleep schedule turns upside down and Sirius swears he can move his head in unnatural ways
possum: eats stuff out of trash or food that other people have left on their plates
seal: unnatural tolerance to cold and taste for fish
kraken: shows surprising interest towards seafaring
hahahahaha I love these!!! the absolute roller coaster this poor boy is on throughout the year! him gifting sirius rocks as a courtship technique is adorable though 😭
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heres your note to infodump about karma
Ough okay here we go. It got long so I’m putting it under a read more
For a lot of my stuff, I use this doc as a guide. Really useful
Anyways first of all, I have to talk about what I headcanon each main karma symbol means for any of this to actually make sense
Karma 1: this one is pretty easy. Harm, violence, obsession, death etc
Karma 2: lust, yes, but also desire, passion, etc
Karma 3: companionship, friendship,family, sharing, uhh community, all those
Karma 4: gluttony of course, fullness, having many, satisfaction maybe
Karma 5: life, survival, existing, other such things
Karma 6-9: I read one headcanon somewhere that said these contained all five other karmas and you were crossing them all out one by one to reach ascension. So I’m stealing that for this
Karma 10: ascension, enlightenment, all that stuff
NOW THAT WE GOT THAT OUT OF THE WAY-
Onto my weird headcanons. You see, I headcanon that those ten up there are all just “base karmas.” They are the center karma that you see in game in the circle. These ones are your center. The karmas that describe your center of being, like how Artificer’s karma is locked at 1 because of her violence obsession. THEN you’d have your attribute and aspect karmas surrounding your base. Aspect karmas are more specific and detailed, and describe more of what you do and how you react than your base instincts and desires and such
For example: dragon slayer, the friend, the scholar, etc
Combinations of certain karmas make new glyphs with new meanings. I’ve designed a couple before, like Seer’s symbol and the karma glyph for grief:
I combined several glyphs for this one, mainly karma 1 and 5.
You can also see this combination thing in canon glyphs as well. The Hunter, or the glyph overseers use to warn you of predators, is a combination of karma 1 and karma 4.
When I make a karma glyph combination, the way it’s drawn and its rotation matters a lot. If the glyph is upside down, that usually indicates the opposite of that glyph, or a corruption of it. For example, upside down grief karma may be interpreted as a corruption of grief. Using it as a tool or an excuse for deliberate selfishness or wrong doing. Another simpler example would be upside down karma 3, which could mean being alone or being antisocial.
Sideways facing glyphs usually mean they’re partially unfulfilled, or that they haven’t reached the ending of that glyph’s purpose
Broken up glyphs mean an absence of or a need for that glyph. It can also mean something happened in the person’s life that messed up that glyph
If a glyph is on the top of the base karma, then it’s more dominant, while if it’s on on the bottom it’s more recessive but it’s more of the foundation. Karma glyphs on the side are add-ons
Base karmas are always 1-10
Here’s a couple examples :]
NRD’s karma:
Lungs’ karma:
And Rules’ karma:
Andddd that’s about it lmao. I probably forgot something but yk oh well I’ll just reblog and add it if I do-
#splynter answers#rain world#karma#karma headcanons#rain world headcanons#karma glyphs#good lord this got long#these will actually tie into shit for the ask blog soooo#have fun :]
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oooooh for the made up title game, "gotham blues"?
thank you sm for the ask!!
ahhhh
my brain keeps reading that as “gotham city blues” but regardless!!! i’m picturing a 20s/30s era wip. jazz age, prohibition, flappers, rise of the mafia, early hollywood…
as a general note i think it would be more like… aesthetic than strictly historically accurate, as there would be some topics i wouldn’t be comfy handling / including. (altho maybe not glossing over entirely??)
was just talking with @deepwithintheabyss abt a new money jay (in a different context but) which. finally gave me the insp to figure out exactly what i wanted for this lmao
i’m a little split between jaytim & jaysteph for this—working in a throuple could be really cool. i’m thinking jason is ofc from the park row area. it’s being hit hard by the rise in crime; his parents having been middle class but poverty hitting them when his mom gets sick / his dad gets fired, or in debt to the wrong people. jason’s life is turned upside down as a kid, watching his dad fall deeper & deeper into crime. at first he was determined not to follow the same path but as he gets older, he gets more jaded, and much like in canon decides to stop crime by controlling it.
steph is a flapper—heavily involved in feminist circles, rebelling against the life she was raised for. her father is maybe an early actor, though he falls out of grace for,,, idk, reasons. her mother got hooked on drugs in part due to the stars & producers they hung out with. anyway, steph is determined to make something of herself.
tim—
i think the drakes are newish money, so there’s some stigma among the rest of high society. he never wanted to take over his parent’s business, despite his razor sharp mind, but when they die in a tragic accident he has no choice. his paths cross with both steph & jay.
jay is pro-feminism from the start i think; tim has some stuff to unlearn. bit of conflict there, but they manage to work through it. i’m picturing them somehow all getting tangled up together.
maybe,,,
jason is trying to unseat black mask or penguin or joker or—someone from the top seat. or. okay, maybe that’s ambitious, so let’s just go with black mask. black mask isn’t the ~top~ criminal in the city but he’s up there, and he’s jason’s first target now that he’s got his own following. sionis is competing with drake industries and viewed tim as a non-issue, figuring DI would dissolve after janet & jack died, so he arranged their deaths. tim discovers this during some digging, because he has a bad feeling about their deaths.
steph is tangled up in it too—her own vendetta with mask maybe, or mask being obsessed with her somehow? or maybe she’s just. guilty by association ig, and once she learns what’s going on ends up involved despite herself.
i’m not sure how i would / if i would work in the others; it would maybe come up as needed?
but yeah, basically a very… noir (?) type tale of intrigue & danger & love that isn’t a the best of ideas but is irresistible nonetheless.
would have a happy ending / happy for now ending tho bc i’m a sucker
[ send me a made up title & i’ll tell you what kind of fic i’d write for it ]
#asks and answers#midnight-owl#jaytimsteph#jaytim#jaysteph#timsteph#timjay#stephjay#sorry this took so long
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Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff: No Mountain High Enough
Summary: Agatha Harkness & Wanda Maximoff + 51 — “At least I didn’t break any laws.”
Prompts found here!
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A/N: I am... starved for good Agatha x Reader x Wanda fics. I'm starved for even Wanda x Agatha fics. Though if anyone has read 'intentional hurts' on ao3 that is my favorite! I keep going back and reading it.
Anyway, that aside, this is a sort of AU. At the very least it has some canon divergence. The timeline is a bit wonky so just go with it, yeah?
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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @imtrashinflames
Warning(s): Death mention
When the heaping mass of Mount Wundagore falls, you feel it.
Universes away and wrapped in several layers of restraints, your blackened fingertips burn and ache like the day you first opened the darkhold. You feel its presence in the back of your mind fade away; like a whisper you keep straining to hear, but can’t quite make out, then it's gone.
Only two witches in universe 616 are powerful enough to bring down Mount Wundagore and destroy the darkhold. Your witches.
You don’t feel the loss of either of them in your chest, but this far away, you can’t be sure. For all you know, the death of Wundagore could be a ploy to return you back to your universe. But if it isn’t… It means something has gone terribly wrong. You can’t risk not checking.
You’re sure to be punished severely for it later, but your restraints melt away and you rip open a hole in the fabric between universes with raw power.
Closing the hole behind you is the least of your worries, but you make sure it’s done; perhaps it’ll appeal to the higher powers. Likely not. You at least have to try.
You stare up at the shape that used to be Wundagore. The upside down arch that used to crown its head is gone, no longer kissing the sky with broken lips. It’s always been cold here, but now it feels colder. The ancient place has stood for so long you couldn’t imagine a world without it. Now, the world feels emptier, but you feel almost lighter for it.
“Look who decided to come home.” A voice drawls from behind you. Agatha stands with arms crossed over her chest, hair almost as wild as her dress, “You look like hell, hon.”
“Yes, well, I was in the middle of being sacrificed when I felt… this,” You motion to the ruins, “happen.”
“Sacrificed? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not immortal.”
You roll your eyes, “I’m aware. It’s fun to see them try and pin me down though.”
Agatha looks… not quite horrified, but more aghast at your choices. She always has been. The both of them are, though Wanda worries far more than Agatha would ever let herself. Staring at the rubble and knowing Wanda is somewhere within it, you pause. Something unpleasant slithers its way into your chest.
“What happened here?” You ask.
“Couldn’t tell you.” The other witch says with a shrug, “Hot stuff locked me up in Westview when I tried to stop her from ripping holes in space and time.”
It’s been a long time since you’ve been afraid. Fear is a human trait. But now, sifting through the rubble in silence, you can feel it creeping up your back and into your gut. Your vision is blurry. At your side, Agatha searches with you, silent while her blackened hands push around the rocks. Her silence only adds to what you feel.
Wanda had been so distraught when she lost Billy and Tommy. Nothing you or Agatha said could bring her back from the edge; she would do anything to get her sons back. You can’t blame her, you were fond of them as well. But try as you might, you couldn’t help her destroy and warp universes to bring them back. You didn’t have much of a conscience, but that had been your limit.
Now, as you start to feel the potential of Wanda’s loss, you would throw away your conscience to bring her back. You’d take all of it back. Any universe would be forfeit if it meant Wanda could have her boys and you could have them all.
“This is our fault,” You whisper, “If we hadn’t refused to help her, none of this would have happened.”
“It doesn’t matter who she is to us. I’m not sacrificing the multiverse for her kids. She made her choice and the consequences are her fault, not ours.”
“Our kids. She wanted them to be all of ours.”
Agatha levels you with a look you can’t decipher, “Just keep looking.”
You do. With guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders, you carefully glance through everything. You try and fail to reach out with your own magic several times; the stone of Wundagore is imbued with too much magic for you to find only Wanda’s.
A flicker of something pale amongst dark stone catches your eye. Tilting your head, it looks almost like…
Lunging forward, not caring for how the landing will hurt you, you grab at the cold hand sticking out. Scrambling for a pulse point you find it and nearly sob in relief; Wanda’s alive. It’s faint and you need to get her out of the cold, but she’s still with you.
You move the ruins away to reveal her in her glory. She’s paler than she was months ago, fingertips stained with the same darkness you and Agatha know so well. Her crown is dark and broken down the middle. Carefully, you remove it, pulling her head into your lap.
Agatha is quiet. She looks contemplative when you speak, “Take us home. Please.”
With a flicker of her fingers and a whisper, warmth surrounds you.
You’re in your cabin—though Wanda’s, now, if the changes tell you anything. The scarlet mug on the table, the Sokovian blankets thrown across every surface, all of it screams Wanda. You clutch the unconscious witch closer.
Breathing in through your nose and twisting your wrist, you summon a few dried logs to the fireplace. Agatha lights them on fire before you can think about it.
A large, heavy quilt is laid over your shoulders. It’s large enough that it wraps around you and Wanda, who you refuse to let go of. You fear she’ll vanish if you release her.
“Dear.”
Agatha’s voice makes you startle and look up. She’s no longer the witch, but the woman, wearing a sweater and a pair of slacks. You wonder when she changed. Settling into a chair on your left, she holds out a plate.
“How long was I…”
“I didn’t keep track.” Agatha says. The way she runs her hand through your hair tells you she’s not being entirely truthful, “Eat.”
“Not until I know Wanda’s okay.”
“That could take days.”
“Then that’s how long I’ll wait.”
She looks unimpressed, “You’re going to starve yourself until you know she’s okay?”
“I can’t eat when I don’t know if she’ll wake up,” You say, then admit softly, “If she doesn’t, I’ll be a step closer to being with her.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I would do the same if it were you.” You say fiercely, meeting her eyes. That undecipherable look passes over her face again.
“A bite.” Agatha sighs.
The tense lines around her eyes and the set of your mouth make you nod slowly. You take a substantial bite, intent on it being the only one, only to pause at the warmth good food inspires.
You can’t help but devour the rest of the little meal she’s put together. It feels like a betrayal of your loyalty and grief to enjoy anything.
Agatha doesn’t leave the room like you expect. Instead, she remains in the chair, tucking her feet under your blanket and poking at your side. You lean against her legs.
“What if she doesn’t wake up?” You whisper.
“She will.”
“How do you know?”
She breathes out a laugh, “It takes more than a concussion to beat the Scarlet Witch.”
You nod. Of course Agatha’s right, you’re being silly; that human fear is clouding your usually brilliant mind. Wanda will wake up, she’ll be fine. You repeat the thought enough times that you almost believe it.
Somewhere along the way you start to hum. You don’t notice until Agatha pauses the theories she’s running through to listen.
It’s an old Sokovian lullaby Wanda used to sing to the boys. You don’t know much of the language and you’re butchering it, but it feels like the right thing to fill the silence. If it doesn’t bring Wanda peace, at least it will bring you some.
The meaning of the song is a sweet one, if you could remember it; Wanda told you a long time ago, something about little rabbits and staying safe from the cold.
As you hum, Agatha speaks the final lyrics, “In my arms, in my arms, out of the blizzard and safe from harm.”
You clutch Wanda a little tigher.
Agatha’s hand settles on your shoulder and squeezes. You lean against her heavily.
“Safe from harm…”
Startled, you look down. Wanda’s eyes have opened and you can tell she’s not all there, but she’s awake—she’s alive.
“Wanda.” You whisper.
She clears her throat harshly, accent thick, “You’ve come home.”
“You made a big mess, sweetheart. I had to.”
Agatha scoffs, “She didn’t have to do anything.”
“I’m here when it matters, okay? I’m here.”
“At least I didn’t break any laws,” The witch aims a pointed look at you, “How many natural laws did you blow up to get back?”
You carefully avoid eye contact and Agatha laughs something smug.
“Agatha,” Wanda’s eyes look past you, shining with regret, “Oh Agatha, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
I didn’t mean to, she wants to say. She doesn’t. You all know that if she could do it again—and succeed—she would.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Wanda settles on instead.
“You didn’t, hot stuff. Gave me a taste of suburban hell and a hundred ways to make the same recipe, but you didn’t hurt me.” She leans back, body relaxed, though there’s something gentle about the way she looks at Wanda, “Do it again and I’ll lock you in the basement.”
You can’t help but laugh. It’s a ridiculous statement and one she’ll be sure to make good on, should the situation arise. It’s so very… sweet of Agatha to only threaten imprisonment; she’s dealt worse punishments for lesser crimes.
Agatha raises a brow and you stop yourself, barely. Though you can’t shake your smile. She rolls her eyes, grumbling under her breath, but doesn’t move away.
“You made quite the mess, Wanda.” You say softly. You run your fingers through her long hair and wonder when she last took the time to wash it.
“I’m sorry,” She says. Tears roll down her cheeks, “I just wanted my boys.”
“We’ll get them back. Just not like this.”
From the corner of your eye, you see Agatha lean forward with interest.
“How?”
You don’t know how, “We’ll figure that out later. For now, we’re letting you heal. Self care is important even for the Scarlet Witch.”
Wanda nods. With slow, stilted movements, she stands. You wrap an arm around her waist. Agatha comes up and mirrors the action on her other side.
You angle them both towards the bathroom. While Agatha holds Wanda steady, you run a bath, and help lower her in. She exhales a sigh.
Kissing the top of her head, “Just relax. Let me take care of everything.”
A tear slides down her cheek. She nods and leans into the contact. With you being so far and Agatha being mentally imprisoned, you can’t help but wonder when someone last did something as simple as touch her.
Your heart clenches.
Leaning against the doorway, Agatha watches everything; Watches as you lather shampoo through Wanda’s hair, working through each tangle with careful precision.
When you rinse the suds away and watch the soap settle on top of the water, you reach for the conditioner. A firm hand stops you.
Agatha leans down when you look up, kissing you without explanation or reason. She takes over and mimics your previous actions. Leaning over Wanda from behind, she kisses her too, though longer and more firm.
Tomorrow things will be harder. Wanda’s grief will set in fully and the weight of what she’s done will drag her down, but the two of you will keep her afloat. It’s all you can do. And when enough time has passed, you’ll plan a way to get the boys back.
Until then, you’ll shoulder the mountain of pain for her, holding her over the time it takes to become herself again. You’ll tell her you love her and mean it. And though Agatha won’t admit it, she’ll show it.
It will be enough. It has to be. And if it isn’t, you don’t mind holding up the mountain a little longer.
#wanda maximoff#agatha harkness#wanda maximoff x reader x agatha harkness#wanda maximoff x reader#agatha harkness x reader#marvel#marvel x reader#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#marvel imagine#wlw#wlw imagine#dec2022#multimilfswritings#multimilfsficmas2022
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Love the answers! Got some more :D are you tired of just me asking questions XD I can give you a break if you want?
1: I forget if you answer this already but what’s their favorite dance move?
2: does Kon pull the typical older brother pick on the younger brother stuff on Chris & Jon? Like giving them noogies, wet wilies, sitting on them, etc…
3: are they excited for the new dbz budokai tenkaichi 4 game? I’m actually quite excited myself lol
4: who’s their least favorite superhero or hero they think their ok?
5: what video game systems do they have?
6: I saw an earlier post about the starcave, can you tell me more about that like where’s it at & stuff?
Well @pin-crusher2000 , Given I’m sort of bit on a mini vacation as of right now, I got some time to spare ;-)
1) If the music is playing as per requesting the DJ at a party, Chris no doubt will take the floor doing the ever so catchy Achy Breaky Heart line. Let’s just say that good ole country music Pa showed Clark and him rubbed off a bit. Though if it was the Hamster Dance playing, Jon and him would instead freestyle
As for Jake, Mar’i and him steal the floor with a traditional Tamaranean ceremonial dance that sees them more or less air hit their fighting moves back and forth ending with their arms crossed like two swords for a good five minutes straight. When not doing so, Jake might be doing either the Monkey or the ever so classic Batusi
2) More like noogies, hair ruffles and lifting them by the legs upside down playfully (like Tadashi in Big Hero 6 did). He’s more of big brother that would verbal tease them but otherwise is pretty cool. So cool in fact he’s convinced he can make them Mini Mes of himself if only Clark and Lois would allow it
3) The following would be an accurate enough depiction of Chris and Jake’s reactions to the announcement trailer alone:
youtube
(For the record, I’m plenty excited for it too lol)
4) Probably either Hawkman (Carter Hall) or Captain Atom would be their least liked due to both of them being stuck in the mud, upright, little to no fun attitudes rubbing them both the wrong way in their own unique ways. Hawkman only more slightly given his own grim outlook on a lot of things, so grim even Batman himself once commented on it
(In canon too
Justice League International #19)
5) Nintendo Switches, PS4s (later PS5s), Nintendo Wiis, and Original Xboxs; those two have quite a wide range of time periods and differing generations of hardware that compliment their PCs as well.
6) The StarCave, aka the The Fortress of Fortitude, is located within the mountainous outskirts of the Bludhaven district, blending in well with the trees and limestone cliffs via active camouflage tech and shields. While it’s exterior once de-cloaked resembles a smaller blue and pink version of the original Fortress, the interior resembles something of a combination between colorful futuristic high tech base, a modern comfortable living room plus kitchen, a expansive and old timey gym area complete with numerous workout pads, exercise equipment and an entire wrestling ring for martial arts training, and almost the lot of it having wall to wall beige carpeting with only the gym and the hanger for their vehicles being the exceptions. So yes, even for a superhero base, they have a No Outdoor Shoes rule, though at the entrance way they do have some indoor slippers and sandals for themselves and guests.
#chris kent#jake grayson#starburst duo#dancing#mari grayson#jonathan samuel kent#connor kent#dragon ball#the amazing world of gumball
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Inverted crosses and crucifixes are not “iconic symbols of Satanism”!!!
The above image? 100% holy. Totally canonical. Has absolutely NOTHING to do with Satan, Lucifer, or “The Devil”. It’s called the Petrine Cross aka The Cross of Saint Peter and is a symbol of piety, humility, deference, and martyrdom particularly to Jesus Christ (not necessarily his other canonical phases of existence) and his relationship with the Pope. It’s also one of the symbols most closely associated with The Pope.
It is one of the main reasons I can’t take exorcist and demon-themed horror movies seriously ever. Not because I’m a polytheistic soul-selling Bandrui (those things are true but they’re not why), but because it’s a continuity error! A hilarious one if you think about it! The demon is just showing how much the characters really don’t understand about the religion they’re espousing in the movie!
So, why would St. Peter be associated with something that, for all intents and purposes, we visually associate with something that is backwards from Christianity or whatever “holiness” means? Because, like Jesus, St. Peter was also crucified, or at least that is the version of St. Peter’s story that is considered most canonical. In truth, stories about St. Peter that still exist date back only as late as 200 AD with the apocryphal “Acts of Peter”. Whether or not the upside down part of the story was canonical hasn’t been determined with any real certainty, but it was the version told by this guy:
Origen of Alexandria! Origen was largely considered one of the greatest early Christian luminaries, scholars, philosophers, poets, and all-around book nerds and is the primary source for the whole “St. Peter was crucified upside down” story, inspiring Renaissance masterworks like this little number by Caravaggio:
“Crucifixion Of Saint Peter”
Origen’s popularized telling of the tragic demise of St. Peter makes a big deal about the story-canonical feature that St. Peter insisted upon being crucified upside-down because he didn’t feel worthy to emulate the same, now-iconic crucifixion of Jesus.
So how did the Petrine Cross become a symbol associated with Satanism?
France.
Well, not all of it, but France was involved. In the early 19th century, a cult leader by the name of Eugène Vintras insisted that he was the reincarnation of the Prophet Elijah. Aside from that, he also practiced necromancy (which is the art of cavorting with DEMONS, not corpses for the love of my blackened, shriveled occultist heart) and was commonly seen wearing robes and symbols depicting the Petrine Cross.
In comes This Guy:
Éliphas Lévi was another famous 19th century French Occultist (after leaving the Catholic priesthood when he was in his 20′s to get drunk and listen to metal or something) who took one look at, and presumably all surviving sketches of Eugène Vintras, saw his regalia of Petrine crosses, and wrote the literally-damning words that for wearing his inverted crosses, Vintras’ satanic leanings were obvious.
After Éliphas Lévi wrote about Vintras’ wearing of the Petrine Cross and Satanic preferences, the inverted cross gradually became more and more associated with anti-religion movements and, of course, Satanism. The final nail in the Apocryphal Iconography Crucifixion came in the 1960′s-1980′s with the dawn of the horror movie franchise and the rise of the Satanic Panic, a mass hysteria movement that had to be debunked by the FBI where young people and children were convinced by their therapists during hypnotherapy sessions that they had been the subjects of Satanic rituals at the hands of the parents/guardians at very young ages that never happened, destroyed families, left countless people traumatized. FBI agent Kenneth Lanning went on to publish what’s commonly referred to as “The Lanning Report” to debunk the claims of abuse and lambast the therapist that started the panic in the first place.
If you want to really rock like a Satanist, consider donating stuff like feminine hygiene products to your local Planned Parenthood ;)
#inverted cross#petrine cross#catholic history#occult history#satanic panic#occultism#catholicism#satanism#menstruatin with satan
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Ok we all saw this one and in all honesty: This could mean anything. But it made me think again: what is going to happen next story wise. My brain jumped around while listening to a few songs and now i have the theory that both "Terzo resurracted" and "Copia Antichrist" could be true. Let me explain:
It really hit me today after listening to "hunters moon" again. I am aware that the song is a movie soundtrack, but what if it is more. It is part of the standart album after all. So why not look at it from a ghost storytelling standpoint.
The lyrics are pretty clear "Undead person comming back for an "old friend" and hunting them down". This could easily be Terzo who got resurected and wants to revenge himself and his brothers. "My memories are fading" He is loosing his sense of self in the prozess. Still he remembers who he was and who did take that away from him. He starts hunting down Copia since Terzo is convinced he is behind all of this. Who else would it be? He did profit out of it. He became papa. He has to be the one responsible and he has to P A Y.
In his rage undead Terzo wants the man who took his life to suffer. Now we have a few options this could go including "loosing his head" cause Terzo did so as well, but what would be most poetic would be giving Copia the most unsatanic death ever...a crucifixion. Shaming him by the kind of death christian martyrs prayed for (i am not joking, just look up the history of jesuits in japan, some of them went there just to fucking die).
To put a timeline on this: Terzo comming back for real would be teased before the summer tour. The tour itself would be played by Copia until the last song at the last show. Copia would be taken captive by a new version of ghouls (i do not say they swap the people in the band, but they might get new personas). Terzo walks on stage and the band starts to play hunters moon or square hammer.
The crucifixion would be a youtube video most likely. Not sure how far they would go in depicting that, but i have a vivid image in my mind where copia is upside down on the cross and terzo is tapping his head 3 times with a black square hammer (cause the christian one used for the popes is white).
Here sister imperator comes into play. We know by now that she is Copias mother. Like this is not even a theory anymore she almost said in that one facetime video (Take care now, i love you, i like you,...you know the one) that she is his mother, so this is clearly canon. She might be standing next to this scene, holding back tears. She stays there after everybody else leaves and when finally alone she kneels down beside the cross with her her dead baby boy nailed to it and just starts to cry like holy mary did at the crucifixion of jesus. Difference is that she ofc is not holding his feet but his head since he is upside down.
Now we are in a new Terzo era with a new album, maybe even 2 since i think this era could be around 3 years long. Why 3 years? Well it took christ 3 days to come back....maybe it takes the antichrist 3 years. Tobias might hint him comming back over and over again in small details. Nothing huge, just normal stuff like hitting us more and more with the fact that the antichrist is near (smaaaaaall stuff ya know).
Anyways, 3 years later Copia, now with horns and other stuff that tell us he is the true born son of satan, overthrows Terzo again. Here the song "witch image" comes into play. Terzo at some point starts to realise who Copia really is before he comes back (Maybe seestor tells or he gets it ln his own). The lyrics of "Witch image" now tell the story of Terzos biggest fear. He does not want his time to be over. Never want him to appear, but Copia is closer then he thinks. Terzo can now not undo what he has done to Copia. Also the "someones flesh is rotting tonight" part makes me think of Copia draining the life energy out of Terzo. He is undead after all and most likely the energy that keeps Terzo alive cones from the devil himself? Why would the devil feed the murderer of the antichrist? Well easy, Copia needed to die to be awakend to his final form.
Maybe that also explains the last part of the song "But like a mother would save her own child from digging a grave" Seestor knew all along who her child was and that all of this needed to happen. That is why she did nothing against Terzo in the first place. She knew, she knew all along and let Terzo think he won when in reality he is just a tool in satans game to awaken the antichrist.
Copia now reenters the plot, riding in on a pale white horse, to finally end not only the reign of the undead, but also end humanity as the manifested beast.... whoms mark he btw already has on his chest aka the 666 "tattoo" we know about. And all of this just because Terzo came back to kill him.
Thank you for comming to my TED talk
#the band ghost#theory#ghost fantheory#fantheory#terzo comming back#copia antichrist#hunters moon#square hammer#witch image#tobias forge#ghost bc#emeritus iii#emeritus iv#terzo#copia#popia#cardinal copia#sister imperator#marry on a cross#kiss the go goat
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Herondales Don't Fail Ch. 5 - Downworlder Dish
Ao3 / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
Kit Herondale, Ty Blackthorn (Kit/Ty), original characters
Wordcount: 5,600 words
Rating: Mature (most of this story features canon-typical violence and sexual content but might occasionally go a bit past it, so... M just to cover all bases)
Summary: It’s been almost five years since an epic line-up of Shadowhunter heroes and their allies closed all the portals to Hell. Now, demons are scarce and the Nephilim are searching for their purpose in this new world. Centurion Ty Blackthorn has been sent to London to investigate a potential new threat, while Kit Herondale has taken up a post helping to rebuild the London Enclave.
Kit was happy to accept the London Institute’s invitation to assist in the rebuilding of the city’s Enclave. But he didn’t count on being blindsided into joining the competition to become its next head - or being hated by most of its inhabitants who assume he’s only there because of his name.
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Kit bit his nail as he set down the final piece of delicate paper. It was the following day after his and Noura’s eventful patrol and he was finally getting a chance to read the documents Jacob had given him. Which were providing at least some context to Maryam’s accusations.
Several of them were just copies of invoices - in a spiky scrawl he recognised as Evelyn’s - and attached receipts, as paid ‘tithes’ to the Institute. Receipts for large amounts of gold, jewels and precious artifacts; recompense from Faerie for the damage done during the Dark War. Dated from mid-2007 onwards.
An unwilling ‘tithe’ but not an unknown one - even as a young teen at the L.A. Shadow Market, Kit had heard about the huge costs demanded by the Shadowhunters during the five year Cold Peace.
Was Maryam referring only to that time period? Surely the tithe must have been stopped in 2012, when Alec had been made Consul? But then… why had Jacob said the documentation was less than he expected? And the text message… sender still unknown and Noura’s uneasiness around Roger. The lack of response from London’s Downworld, when he attempted to reach out. There had to be more to this… right? Or was he looking for connections in places where none existed.
He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, as the questions swirled around in his head. His gut instinct knew they were connected but he needed to talk to others outside the Institute. Yet he had been running into dead ends, from missing Maryam’s night shifts at the hospital, according to Ade and his frustrating ongoing attempts to meet with London’s Downworld leaders.
Across the table, Ellie looked up from behind her own stack of thick psychology books. They had taken advantage of the laxer routine while Evelyn and Roger were out, to meet up at a nearby coffee shop close to Charing Cross for a studying slash research session.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pushing back strands of mauve hair, her natural dark colour peeking through on her undercut. “You have that look like the fate of the world rests on your shoulders. Which… it doesn’t anymore, remember?” There was a hint of sympathy in her voice.
Kit hesitated.
“You don’t have to share if it’s top-secret Shadowhunter shit.” She grabbed her coffee cup and took a sip, unconcerned. “But also.” Her gaze dropped to the papers he had sprawled around. “You’re also really bad at keeping it secret,” she said dryly. “You’ve spread them all over the table and I can read upside down- you’re looking at Faerie visits to the Institute.”
He resisted the urge to hide his papers. “Maybe.”
“Kit,” Ellie’s voice was loud, even above the ambient music in the coffee shop. She noticed as well and pitched her next sentence lower. “You have got to stop walking on eggshells around me and Shadow World stuff. I’m not training for Ascension anymore- but I still have the Sight.”
He had thought about asking her but from previous comments - “Yeah well- you seem like you’ve moved past caring about the Shadow World,” Kit pointed out. “Which is great, you shouldn’t have to be involved in it unless you want to. That’s why I’m being cagey, okay?”
She picked up a pencil, suddenly very avidly back into her own psychology assignment. “Doesn’t mean I don’t care about the wellbeing of my friends,” she said, mumbling. “Are they bullying you, over at the Institute, about your Fae background?” she asked suddenly, looking back up.
“What? No- if anything they’ve laid out the red carpet,” Kit said. “I mean- there’s more of a deal being made about the Herondale name than the faerie heritage.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “Ah yes- sorry, I’ve been out of the Nephilim loop, I forget I’m in the presence of Shadowhunter royalty,” she teased, but under the table, there was a gentle nudge of her foot against his. “So many people wanted me to introduce them to you when I first arrived at the Academy and found out I knew you,” she said, grinning.
“Though that stopped when the Clave issued the warrant with you an enemy numero uno-” she paused when she saw Kit’s expression. “Anyway, I don’t mean to bring up ancient history. Sometimes I still wonder why you went back into it. After everything.” She lay her hands on her chin, giving him a frank look.
“The devil you know?” Kit said, trying to inject a light tone into his voice. “And there’s Ty, of course. And Jem and Tessa and Mina, and Jace and you know- my skillset of con-artistry, warrior training and now useless faerie magic isn’t exactly going to be top for job recruiters.”
Ellie smirked. “I don’t know…”
Kit pulled together his papers. “I can’t tell you specifics,” he said, changing the topic. “But there’s something off about the relationship between Shadowhunters and Downworlders in London. So that’s what I’m looking into.” He resisted asking her about the tithe, trying to respect her wishes to stay out of Downworld politics.
Ellie nodded instantly. “That doesn’t surprise me,” she said. “As I said- I try to avoid it but you can sometimes feel the tension,” she said. “Have you gone to the Shadow Market yet? Wouldn’t that give you a good barometer of how things are?”
“Tonight,” he said. “If they allow me in.”
There was a quick flash of sadness across her face but then Ellie smiled brightly. “Have fun,” she said. She looked down at her phone. “Oh, need to head to class.” She quickly tidied away her things and blew him a kiss as she left. “Don’t forget- we need to schedule that dinner! Despite Ollie’s and Ty’s busy schedules.”
He waved at her and then looked at his own phone to check the time. He contemplated going back to the Institute, maybe he could check the tunnels once again. The quick sweep of them earlier with Noura had revealed dusty footprints, bare reinforced walls (apparently the tunnels also doubled as bomb shelters during the second world war) and stack upon stack of additional seraph blades, sabres, arrows and the usual other weapons. Nothing suspicious at first glance but maybe he could check with one of Ty’s Sensors. Although that didn’t sound immediately appealing, plus he’d run the risk of getting caught up in Noura’s lab work.
In the light of day, Noura hadn’t been forthcoming about her other feelings about Roger, instead telling Kit she needed to run more timed experiments on the portal door before shooing him up the stairs.
And Ty was holed up in a Centurion meeting, followed by a patrol with Anush. Kit wistfully remembered his expectations that he’d see Ty more now that they lived together…
With a strong itch of restlessness underneath his skin, Kit delved back into his research to prepare for his visit to the Market. He’d asked Sabina and others he found wandering the Institute’s halls about visiting the Shadow Market, but hadn’t found out much, other than it wasn’t done very often. It wasn’t Shadowhunter territory but mainly for the Downworld and that was respected by all parties. Which, Kit could respect but also- he needed to visit it.
--
As he lightly ran down the stairs at the far end of London Bridge, a wave of uneasy nostalgia hit Kit, as he remembered his first time visiting the London Shadow Market. He had been with Ty and Livvy - where they had learned about Annabel Blackthorn’s fate and he had come up close and personal with his own ancestor’s cruelty. A visit where Livvy had been hurt, Magnus had rescued them, and in the aftermath, his first time holding Ty, comforting him.
He shoved his hands into his denim jacket pockets as he approached London's Shadow Market but just as he had once told Julian… somehow, they always knew.
“No Nephilim without invitation or assigned Downworlder.” The nixie looked bored and was playing some type of candy crush-type game on her phone, her hair a deep forest green with hints of azure. Beyond her, Kit could see the brightly coloured Market stalls, a steady hum of voices and intriguing food smells just beyond. His blood was singing with eagerness to enter.
Kit gave her his friendliest smile and tried his best to gain entry.
Half an hour later, he stalked away from the entrance, feeling oddly humiliated. The nixie had been polite but firm in her refusals. He had texted a couple contacts at the New York Shadow Market to vouch for him… but that got him nowhere. He had phoned Mark to see if he could get the Downworld-Shadowhunter Alliance to act in his favour, but even Mark had run into a wall with it.
At the end, he resorted desperately to using his name, wondering if would open the figurative door. “My name’s Kit Herondale… as in the former First Heir. Maybe… you’ve heard of me?” he asked, feeling his cheeks flush as he heard himself. He was just glad that no one else was there to hear him make a fool of himself. The nixie looked at him closer, her hair lightening to a seafoam green. “Oh yeah- thought you looked familiar but then I thought no, can’t be. Also I thought you were dead,” she said, curiosity spiking in her voice.
“Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated,” Kit told her. He gestured. “So can I go in?”
“What? Oh still no,” the nixie said. “You’re Nephilim so I can’t let you in. Boss’s orders.” She looked him up and down. “Also, given you were responsible for helping almost destroy my homeland… that’s a double no. Er… my liege?” she said, bobbing nervously in the attempt of a bow, clearly trying to cover all her bases.
He sighed; he had an early morning meeting with her boss who could definitely pull the strings he needed, so he gave it up as a bad job.
As he left the gloomy railway vaults, impulsively, he turned his palm upwards and concentrated, as he had that night with Ash in Blackthorn Hall.
Nothing happened, no spark, no hint of magic present.
He turned his hand over, looking down at his Voyance tattoo and for the first time in a while, Kit wished he could scrub it from his skin.
He re-entered the mundane area, the crowd immediately pressing up against him. Kit briefly considered stopping to get a drink, or at least texting Ellie or Ade to see if they were interested in meeting up. Then a drunk man stumbled into him, patting his cheek with an alcoholic apology as he moved away and in his other ear, he was nearly deafened by the screeches of a hen party moving five abreast in front of him, wobbling on their high heels. He dismissed the idea as he slipped through the raucous well-lit bar area, deciding he wanted to be alone with this odd mood.
As he left the loud nightlife crowd behind, Kit felt the prickling sensation of being watched. He spun around several times, aware of how it looked to anyone watching him. Each time, there was no indication he was being followed. But he kept a close hand on his silver Herondale knife all the way home, just in case.
A couple hours later he received a text: heard about your jaunt to the market this evening. tsk, such impatience! fyi need to move our meeting to later this week - HV and he nearly threw his phone against the wall in frustration.
--
Several days later
Kit gave her credit. The well-practiced customer service smile only faltered slightly as she turned and realised who was next in the pharmacy line.
He tried to give his best ‘harmless Shadowhunter’ smile. Even as her friendly smile remained, the look in her eyes grew colder.
“Adnan? Is the consultation room free?” Maryam called, not taking her gaze off of him. “I have a customer who needs to talk about a headache.”
She led him to a small, windowless room, cramped with a plastic chair and an old computer whose screen blinked on and off in a bright blue NHS screensaver. Maryam gestured him inside first and then pulled the door closed, standing in front of it.
“A headache I’m sure I’m giving you,” Kit began. He was dressed again in his regular clothes, most of his runes covered. He took a seat, ensuring his hands were out of his pockets and in sight.
“Not the first one I’ve had to deal with tonight,” she said brusquely, crossing her arms. “Where’s the other one?” she asked.
“Ty? He’s not here - we thought it might be less intimidating if it was just me this time.”
She shook her head. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she said evenly, giving him a flat stare. “I am not intimidated. I just don’t like you.”
Kit wanted to protest that she didn’t even know him. But he knew that wouldn’t be the right approach.
“Yep and in your position, I’d feel the same,” he said, trying to project sincerity. He leaned forward. “I came in, worried about my friend getting trapped in the Shadow World… but while rushing to help, ticked every Shadowhunter stereotype that I hate. So I wanted to come here and apologise to you.”
“Hmm,” she said, shooting him an uncertain look with her heavily kohled-eyes. She was extremely pretty, Kit thought, her black hair pulled up into a half ponytail and her dark skin flawless with the sheen of undead beauty. Unlike most New York vampires, she wasn’t stick and bones, her body filling out an otherwise unremarkable standard pharmacist uniform. With Ty and Divya’s tweaked rune applied on him, Kit could see her vampire glamour hanging heavily over, in a strange grey-tinted aura. She wasn’t trying to encanto him though, just holding it as if as a protective cloak.
“He put you up to this? Ade?”
Kit let a rueful smile shine through. “He did- and gave me hell for it. But if I’m honest, even before that our meeting wasn’t sitting well with me,” he said. “I am sorry. According to my contacts at Hotel DuMort, I’m usually one of the better behaved Nephilim.”
A flash of amusement crossed her face. “Did you really just pull the ‘some of my friends are vampires’?”
Kit thought back to the whatsapp chat he was in with Lily and her sarcastic but useful advice she had given him about dealing with vampires in London. He pulled a face. “Maybe? Does it help?”
“Well- I’ve never had a Shadowhunter apologise to me before,” Maryam answered with a hint of incredulity. “So I guess you have that in your favour.”
He cleared his throat as the silence stretched out. “Anyway…” he said awkwardly. “That’s the main reason I came to see you.”
“Okay,” Maryam went to open the door.
“But I did have one other question…”
She gave him an unimpressed look. “Nephilim always do.”
“Last time we spoke, you mentioned a tithe,” Kit said quickly. “Is that still a thing that happens today for Faeries in London? Even after the end of the Cold Peace?”
“Your accent and reference to Hotel DuMort indicates you’ve not been in London long?” There was a slight raise of eyebrow at the question.
“That’s right,” he answered. “I’m originally from Los Angeles and have spent time in New York.” And Faerie, and Devon and a number of other places.
A dissatisfied look crossed her face. “Right,” she said shortly. “Then you should take a bit longer to figure out how things actually work in this city.”
“Okay but-”
She held up a hand. “Let’s get one thing straight. We might share a friend but we are not friends. And I have to get back to my actual job.” She pushed the door open.
“Sure, that’s fine,” Kit stood, trying to keep the frustration from his voice. He knew when he was pushing his luck.
As he exited, he looked back at her. Short in stature, she held herself back carefully, almost if she were frightened of touching him. He wondered about her previous interactions with Shadowhunters. Kit tried to take her measure and realised he still had an instinct he could trust her. “Look out for him, if you can-” he said. “Ade. He’s smart and I think he’ll be okay but it doesn’t hurt to have someone in your corner…” he let his voice trail off. He handed her a small slip of paper, where he had written his phone number. “If you need to get a hold of me.”
She took it reluctantly but gave him a small nod. “On that, we agree- I’ll look out for him,” she said.
--
There were dark shadows under Ty’s eyes as he emerged from the bus stop where he was waiting for Kit. As they walked away from the hospital, heading towards the Limehouse Basin, Kit could see him trying to hold in a yawn.
“I can handle the Hypatia interview myself, if you want to head home,” he said. “I’ll fill you in on everything I learn.”
Ty looked over at him, a confused tilt to his head. “Why shouldn’t I come with you? I’m already here, post-patrol.”
“Because you’re coming off three nights in a row?” Kit pointed out. “And I know you’re working on a deficit. I saw you in the study yesterday afternoon, when you were supposed to be sleeping.”
There was a small frown on Ty’s face before he replied, a slight shake of the head. “It’s important we dedicate all waking hours to this case- these creatures aren’t like anything we’ve seen before. The wraiths seem to melt away anytime we get close. Like you saw in your patrol. Or-” and Ty’s grey eyes closed briefly. “I thought they did. But in the last couple of times, I’ve seen them regroup- and it seems as if they’re watching us. Waiting for something.”
Kit felt goosebumps rise on his skin, despite the bright early morning daylight and busy East London streets they were striding down. “Waiting to harm you?”
“The rest of the office seems to think they are but… it’s hard to ascribe malevolence when they haven’t done much.” Ty simply looked weary.
“Right,” Kit answered. He reached over to sympathetically tug on the sleeve of Ty’s oversized hoodie, which he had thrown overtop of his gear. He caught Ty’s hand for a moment. “But also, I need you to sleep so I don’t worry about you on patrol, okay?”
Ty turned to him and smiled. “You don’t have to worry about me,” he said, with his characteristic understated confidence. Then he scrunched his eyes up, in remembrance. “Also, I need to come because the last time we spoke to Hypatia in-person, she tried to kill you,” Ty reminded him. “You need back up until we determine she’s not going to do that again.”
Kit had considered that fact but… all the other Downworld contacts he had been given had rebuffed his meeting requests or had given him dates far in the future... “At this point, I think it’s harder to find a warlock who hasn’t tried to kill me at some point, given the whole First Heir thing. Plus, she saved Tessa’s life with her magic-sharing at that last battle, so I’m willing to risk it.”
Ty looked like he wanted to start naming more friendly warlocks but he made a small noise and shook his head. They continued walking. “How did your chat with Maryam go?” Ty asked, a few minutes later, as they neared the turn off to Gill Street and Hypatia Vex’s magic shop.
Kit shrugged. “Apology accepted- I think. But she wasn’t keen to chat further about the tithe or anything else. She’s very wary of Shadowhunters. Even more than typical, which- might be a pattern in London?”
Ty nodded. “I went back through the Centurion meeting notes records. Less than half the Downworlders invited showed up for that meeting at the Institute’s sanctuary.”
“Yeah, have my work cut out for me,” Kit said, sighing. “Need to get them talking to me like- yesterday.”
Ty gave him a quick flash-in-a-pan smile, just before they pushed open the door of the dingy shop. “You’re persuasive,” he said simply. “You’ll get them on board.”
--
“Ah, the First Heir, the doom of faerie, ender of worlds, and his necromancer boyfriend. You return to my humble shop,” Hypatia Vex’s starry eyes were shining despite the dim light of the shop. She leaned back against the high, mahogany shelves, which so closely matched her hair tone that Kit thought for a minute she was rocking the bald look. Which she could pull off, he thought.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ty go dead still, his face shuttering down at her greeting. “Hypatia,” Kit said, smiling with his teeth. Okay, maybe he still held a bit of a grudge. “It’s been a while,” he said. “But I’m not the First Heir anymore, you’re no longer trying to save your sister’s descendants from Sammael’s wrath so… can we call it bygones?”
“I accepted your meeting invite, did I not?” Hypatia waved a hand lazily, and with a small flash of amber light, a takeaway cup appeared in her hand, and then with another small poof of smoke, two further branded coffee cups emerged on the counter in front of them. “It’s early, let’s chat in my client room,” she said, gesturing towards the back.
Kit looked at the coffee in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking,” he said. “After last time?”
“I’ll take it,” Ty said, pushing forward. He grabbed the coffee cups, and defiantly took a drink, looking straight at Hypatia. Her amused look held as she led them through a hidden door in one of her cupboards. They emerged into a well-lit, white-washed room, which had the look of a high end minimalist hotel, all brass coverings and exposed lights, a stark comparison to the Edwardian fustiness of the main shop floor.
“I don’t suppose you’ll accept a drink from my hand again but… our other dealings had been fruitful in the past, and you’ve not annoyed me to all end, unlike most Nephilim. So tell me, what brings you here?” Hypatia asked. She watched him carefully, leaning back in a white leather chair, her long legs clad in a tight black denim and purple three inch heels on her feet.
“To London specifically. Last I had heard, the former First Heir was based in New York. Or L.A. The rumours were not specific but you’ve been seen at both Shadow Markets. And now apparently returning to your Nephilim roots. A mistake, if you ask me.”
“After not bringing about the end of the world, I’ve had to consider new career opportunities,” Kit said, a touch sharply. Then he took a deep breath. He had seen Hypatia at the Sanctuary meeting, and also previously from a distance at the L.A. Shadow Market - as the co-owner she was there infrequently - but she hadn’t made overtures and he had been wary about interactions. But she apparently gate-kept the London Shadow Market more closely.
He suddenly remembered a snippet of a conversation he had overheard from Magnus to Tessa about a mutual acquaintance. If you wait to be forgiven as an immortal, you’ll die waiting, Magnus had counselled. Better to keep tally and be on guard but not close off the opportunity .
This was a test, he suspected. He opened his mouth-
“We’re both based here for the next while,” Ty cut in, his voice frosty. “There are several matters that require our attention in London.”
She turned to him. “Yes, I had heard. Centurion Blackthorn,” she said, inclining her head. “And a Herondale in the running to be the next Head of Institute. I must admit, for a moment I forgot what century I was in.”
She took a sip of her coffee, and then set it down. Snapping her fingers, a ledger book and gold-tipped pen appeared in hand; she focused on Ty in a business-like fashion. “I assume you’re here about the wraith update? Tell Marcus he can bill it to my usual account.”
Ty watched her for a moment through slightly narrowed eyes, then he nodded and produced his own notebook. They spoke for several minutes about Hypatia’s contacts’ news and ears on the ground about wraith sightings.
Kit tried to listen but his own late nights and early mornings caught up with him, and he found himself drifting in and out as they spoke. Noticing himself doing it, he zoned back in.
“I’ll come up with a proposal for a capture-trial,” Ty said. His hands were moving along his gear trousers in a subtle stim and his face was alight in a keen interest, despite his drawn, tired features.
“Call me when you do,” Hypatia told him. “I have some ideas about elucidation spells that should give further indications about their origin.”
“You haven’t tried those already?” Kit asked. “Or,” he noticed Hypatia’s tight smile. “Would you tell us if you had?”
“That sounds like the start of the conversation you and I need to have,” she said, switching her attention to him. “I assume you’re here to talk about Downworld-Shadowhunter relations.”
“You’re right - I’ve been asked to be the Institute’s Downworld liaison,” Kit said. “I’ve only just started but in the couple of weeks we’ve been here, the vibes I’ve been getting are drastically different than I’ve seen in other cities between Downworlders and Shadowhunters.” He looked directly into Hypatia’s celestial eyes. “What’s going on?”
Hypatia settled back into her leather chair. “Not quite the right question…” she said, but looking at Kit’s frustrated expression, she amended it.
“London’s Downworld and London’s Nephilim have been in a fine balance for centuries; there have been times of great collaboration and times when it’s not been far off open bloodshed.” Hypatia mused, her eyes dark with some kind of memory.
She cleared her throat. “But the current issue has ties to events within your lifetime. After Sebastian Morgenstern’s defeat, Shadowhunters darkened the doors of any fae they could find… something about how they had to pay for the Seelie Queen’s sins - and they taxed heavily. And weren’t particularly discerning about who they caught up in their net while forcing them to pay the blood price they thought they were owed. If you had conducted business with Faerie, you were enemy by proxy, also due to pay.”
“A tithe,” Ty said, in a quiet voice. He had also read Jacob’s papers that Kit had shared with him.
Kit winced; now he understood Maryam’s protests. “Yeah, not going to try to justify it,” he said. “The Cold Peace was horrendous and led to worse outcomes for the whole Downworld.”
“But surely- none of that was legally enforceable,” Ty said carefully, his face a study as he took in Hypatia’s words. “Making other Downworlders pay the same restitutions as Faerie. And the Cold Peace ended almost seven years ago. Are you telling us Downworlders are still paying this… tax, to the London Institute?”
Hypatia surveyed them.
“I suspect we’re about to get ‘oh you sweet summer child’,” he said, unsure if Hypatia would catch it but knowing Ty would understand the reference, given their recent Game of Thrones binge.
“It officially ended then, yes- but it still exists in some form. Over the years, it has become the modus operandi for the Institute,” she said. Her tone was gentle but the look in her eyes was mocking.
“And in some ways, it’s not an unfamiliar position for us Downworlders to find ourselves in. Centuries ago- you paid off the Nephilim, they tended to not bother you. Or if you had need of a Shadowhunter for dirty work, paying the tithe ensured you got priority access. It means the Institute’s coffers have been refilled and as a beneficiary to their largesse whenever they need a warlock, I have no complaints.”
“Or I should say, had no complaints. But it no longer makes business sense, dividing us all while facing a common threat,” Hypatia said, nodding at Ty’s wraith notebook. “And with a potential Head of Institute regime change coming up…” She switched her gaze back to Kit, a challenging smile on her face.
“So… Kit Herondale, no longer First Heir and currently play-acting as Nephilim- what will you do to fix this situation?”
Kit felt something in his stomach twist. Another test indeed, he thought grimly.
--
Ty was silent as they left Hypatia’s shop but Kit could see him worrying his lip, his eyebrows drawn. “It’s against the rules. It’s against the laws and it’s against what we should be doing as Shadowhunters,” Ty said, in a low voice. He looked over at Kit. “And it’s not your place to fix it,” he said stubbornly.
Kit felt lost but then Ty clarified. “We’re going to fix it together,” he said. “I know Hypatia said the Centurion office is separate but I’ll still check to make sure they’re also not benefiting from it,” he said, his hands starting to flutter by his side, as they normally did when he got upset.
Kit drew close to Ty, ready in case of comfort but was mildly surprised when Ty grabbed his hands, and pulled them around him, settling them against the small of his back. And then Kit realised, as he leaned into the embrace, that actually yeah- this was what he needed.
“I just-” Kit blew out a big sigh, as he leaned into Ty’s shoulder. “I thought most of this was shut down, when the Cohort was defeated.”
He drew back, briefly catching the sorrowful look in Ty’s eyes, the same colour as the storm clouds gathering ahead.
They resumed their walk down the small winding road towards the river, low-rise estates around them and the yells of small children playing in a nearby playground. They both were quiet, alone with their thoughts.
Ty was walking with his head up, gaze up towards the sky. “Last time we walked this road, Livvy was with us,” he mentioned, almost off-handedly. “We visited Hypatia’s shop and then the Riders intercepted us, as we walked back to the Institute.”
Kit almost stumbled in surprise. It had been something in the back of his mind - tracing some of their first adventures but he hadn’t wanted to mention it out loud, in case it was upsetting. “I remember,” he said. “Pretty sure Livvy gave me the shovel talk during that walk, before I knew that’s what it was,” he said and a small smile blossomed on Ty’s face.
Kit hesitated, then asked: “Is it hard, being back here - with the memories?”
“Sometimes. But mostly it’s fine,” Ty said. The look on his face was hard to read but Kit knew from experience that he had to take Ty at his word, when it came to his grief for his twin.
“I miss her too,” Kit said simply, and Ty nodded in acknowledgement as they reached the river’s edge.
“History doesn’t repeat but it does have patterns,” Ty said thoughtfully, a few minutes later, as they waited in line for the ferry back into Central London. “Julian’s office is still working to extract Cohort ideology out of other Institutes. And if there’s one thing I learned about Shadowhunter history at the Scholomance is we tend to have to go through the same issues a lot before we learn.”
“You know, you could always just open a mundane textbook,” Kit complained. But the further away he was getting from Hypatia’s shop, the more he could feel sparks of determination and anger starting to flow through him. After all, they had dealt with the potential end of the world- what was one more task of dragging an Institute into the 21st century? And he could prove Hypatia and Maryam and others wrong about Shadowhunters.
“Right- well, regardless if Shadowhunters are slow learners here, we’ll have to probably find proof to bring to Julian’s office,” he said. “Hypatia seemed to think it’s been kept low-key, and I agree- I’m not sure how many of the others know at the Institute.” He and Ty looked at each other. “Files- they’re probably locked in Evelyn or Roger’s office,” Kit said. “I’ll take a look there- though I’ll have to hurry, as they’re returning today. And maybe check those tunnels Noura mentioned again, see if there’s any evidence related to the tithe is being kept there.”
Ty nodded. “You can borrow one of my Sensors,” he said.
“Already there, Holmes,” Kit said, a fizz of excitement starting to course through him. Finally they were getting somewhere in the case.
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But when Kit returned to the Institute, he found it in war mode.
On the steps outside there were several dark red splashes smeared as if someone had been dragged in injured. He quickened his pace - it wasn’t unusual for there to be casualties after patrols but this looked like a serious one.
He hurried up the steps alone - Ty having already headed back to the townhouse to get much needed rest.
Several grim-faced Centurions standing in the entranceway, talking with Sabina. Beyond the foyer, he could see members of the Enclave gathering together in clumps. “What happened?” he asked the nearest one.
Michael Greentree, on his travel year from Auckland, answered. “It’s the wraiths,” he said. “They’ve killed two Shadowhunters.”
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Stranger THINGS 4 PART 2 SPOILER WARING !!
Okay I have a few observations and a major complaint but overall I really LOVED this season.
1. How are they going to do a time jump with that ending? The upside down is in Hawkins. So how? Also there wasn’t any scene where Noah had a reason to be in a harness. So did they film extra stuff and will have it in Season 5 before a time jump like a tiny prologue or something?
2. The girl that Robin likes having a boyfriend and then we feel bad for Robin and then at the end the girl is acting suspiciously like she has the hots for Robin and the boyfriend is gone. Thus potentially introducing a bisexual character, and maybe just maybe hinting what is going to happen with Byler.
3. Jonathan and Nancy were very awkward with each other when they were reunited and Jonathan lied about the college letter. I don’t think they will make it through season 5. I think she will end up with Steve again ( and please don’t fling hate at me but I kind of want her with Steve )
4. Eddie :( I cried.
5. Max and Lucas scene before El saved Max I was sobbing like a little girl.
6. ThE HEARTBREAK of Will lying to Mike about how El commissioned the painting and then turning around and crying. Noah acting was brilliant and you did see a look of confusion cross Mike’s face briefly. I think this will be brought up in the future / season 5. Remember El’s letter stated that Will was painting a lot, and wouldn’t let her see it, that she thought he liked someone , and was thought he was making the painting for a girl. This implies that she did not know what the painting was and so Mike will eventually realize that the painting wasn’t a ‘gift’ from El that she had Will paint. Mike’s clueless but he isn’t dumb. So I’m not counting Byler out for season 5 just yet. I also wanted to point out that this scene was beautiful and it just show how selfless of a character Will is. He legit is putting his own feelings aside because he wants both Mike and El to be happy. We also know from Noah that Will is in love with Mike and Wants to be with him ,and yet he isn’ t acting on these feelings . He doing everything in his power to encourage Mike to fix things with El.
5. Mike’s adoration of El keeps being superficial. His whole reasoning for fearing she won’t need him is because she is super hero, and that he loves her so much because she is aSUPER HERO its just so frustrating to watch. I feel like the characters are just stuck in their season 3 storylines. I feel so bad for El because she Deserves to be with someone who loves NOT cause she is a super hero. I Feel bad for Mike because he obviously is hung up on the super hero thing for a reason. I feel horrible for Will. If they don’t intend to make Byler canon why make will fall in love with Mike? Why was Mike being so weird towards Will. What was with the awkward hug, the ‘ tense emotional music’ scenes. Why does he keep looking over at Will? It just doesn’t add up unless there is something more. I m even more convinced cause of the ILU scene.
SO THIS BRINGS ME TO MY ONLY COMPLAINT
The ILU..
So before I bring shipping into it I wanted to say that I HATED this not just cause of Byler but because it cheapened what could have been a beautiful moment between El and Max. El’s platonic love for Max should have been what gave her the strength to save Max ( which she wasn’t even able to do cause Max still died! It wasn’t till later that El could save her!!)
I know what they were trying to do there with that cheesy cliched I love you, and yeah El is strong enough to resist Vecna cause of the power of love but it just cheapened the whole scene.
If they wanted to do a cheesy cliched ‘love’ saves the day moment then why wouldn’t they just have it be something to do with Max and El. Why couldn’t they have given us a new ‘memory’ where El thinks of Max of a sister or something. It just felt cheap and tried to make something that should been about friendship into romance.
Now onto my rant about this moment from the byler/milkvan pov. That forced crappy very unromantic stupid lame hetro forced crap that was the Milkvan ILU. It wasn’t’ that great of a speech, it was not Finn’s most brilliant performance. Mike couldn’t even say it on his own, Will encouraged him to do so. (Which really can we stop torturing Will) Then when Mike does say it what does he tack onto it? “ you can do anything your a super hero”. The whole speech was about her being a super hero and How he wasn’t good enough BECAUSE she was a super hero. Ummm 🤔 sorry Mike but that isn’t love that is hero worship. Then you have that scene in the car where Mike is staring at Will intently afterwards you see El looking at Mike looking at Will.
So is this suppose to hint that byler is still a possibility and El will clue into it? As much as I want byler to be end game it feels like they are just queerbaiting us on Mike’ side. Like if they intend to put them together next season like we all think they do , THEY NEED TO MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS ON MIKE’S SIDE. Will deserves more then being in love with a ‘straight’ boy.
They could have added to the couch scene . Had Mike grab his hand or something instead of his shoulder. Like they could have given us a bit more cookie crumbs.
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WIP WIP WIP WIP!
Early Concept
Some doodles/mockups
Current progress and some details.
My major plan for the moment is to find my brown markers (seriously, how do those things keep disappearing) and figure out what my background for the teeth/grin is gonna look like.
Ngl, I'm really proud of this one! kinda annoyed that the 1 in 2013 is a little too close to the 0, but I think I did some nice work on the nectars and blood splatters. (More details/breakdown below cut).
Escape From Furnace was one of the first books that I was super-passionate about, even though I wasn't online for the first while. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of stuff I loved and wanted to do bigger deep-dives into, but it was a kinda interesting perspective for me since I'm Jewish and the main villain is, y'know, a fucking Nazi.
It's kind of a weird feeling where on the one hand, watching the fandom was what actually shoved me online and on to Tumblr. Otoh, the obsession w/Warden Cross was kinda creepy to me, and it felt like almost everyone conveniently pushed to the side that he wasn't just a Nazi in the past, but kept up the ideals, modeled a prison on them, and constantly talks about "superior races" and "wiping out the inferior scum" and such.
Seeing the rest of the fandom, especially the headcanon that Zee is Jewish, resonated a lot more, and kept my head on this vague idea of breaking down how much that would change the narrative of the story (consider that Zee is the only person we know for sure is immune to the nectar, add that the version of nectar used in the Furnace is Cross's variation, multiply by how both Cross and nectarized Alex talk about Zee in Death Sentence and Fugitives. There's also the whole 'blondes w/blue eyes who keep responding esp well to the nectar' shtick with Alex and Gary).
So this idea's been rattling around in my head for a while, obviously! I initially wanted to do two triangles with the three circles, superimposing an upside version of the Furnace's logo over itself to create the Star of David, but it looked kind of weird so I might come back to it later. For now, each triangle has it's own mini-scene or element starring. breakdown, top to bottom, left to right:
I initially wanted to draw the dog's face/jaws but it just wouldn't look right no matter what I did. It was switched out for the three different nectar strains we see in canon: The silver syringe full of Cross's blend, the berserker blood with specs of red, and the mostly black that's running through the tubes connecting Alfred Furnace to the machine.
Teeth: I'm honestly not quite sure where I'm going with this in the final draft, but teeth stick out to me throughout the book as one of those details we get to see characters more clearly. Donovan's smile, Kevin missing two front teeth, the berserkers, Bodie's grin, Cross's teeth like crooked tombstones, y'all get my point. But yeah, teeth.
Hands: Donovan's hand (bathed in gold, currently yellow because I don't have any gold markers rn), and Alex's reaching out to Donovan. The big scene, but also all of the smaller ones that came earlier, like in Lockdown.
Prison bars: There's something that sticks in my head about the bars and all of the numbers used, for the inmates and the cells and the three chipping rooms and the blacksuits and how I imagine at some point, you only remember yourself as a number. I'd hope that with his memories back, Alex wouldn't forget his name, but I'd argue that 2013834 (inmate number) still holds better memories than 208 (blacksuit number).
Eye: Another big motif. So many blue eyes, so many silver ones. I've kinda been sticking to only 4 colors for all of these except the panel with the hands, we're doing something with emotions and colors and the way the Furnace saps all hope here. Again, can't quite decide on a background yet.
Gas mask: A rough redraw of the one in Lockdown, the very first book of the series and, again, that little connection of Zee with the idea of him being Jewish and the canon detail that he would have been made into a wheezer if not for Cross.
The center: Their motto is nine words, two phrases. It looks somewhat awkward, but I think it works.
So yeah. I'm planning on finishing the colors and then seeing if I can figure out how to turn this into a patch on fabric or embroidery or something, but this is one of my favorite concepts and I'm glad I can finally bring it to life!
#escape from furnace#eff#eff this#zee hatcher#jewish tag#to clarify:#this isn't 'book is bad' it's 'wow do some of the plot themes change when we add this idea of zee being jewish'#and I'm fascinated by it#honestly I'd argue for all of it's flaws the series handled the concept decently well#didn't go into full detail but also didn't quite hand-wave it#and panetierre kinda tied it up nicely I think#but yeah baby I'm very proud of this#I wanna say I first saw the hc on soledadcatalina's blog but idk if that's where it began
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That response to my “Vecna being The First Flayed” theory has me thinking now. At first I thought that The Mind Flayer represented Asmodeus, as he and Vecna in canon are allied and Vecna is permitted to use his minions.
Then you brought up the psychological leak and I thought a bit more, which led me to the conclusion that The Mind Flayer could represent The Shadow Queen. He and his “minions” are the only beings I can think of that can cross over to our world with little effort.
Now I’m thinking it’s a mix of both. Vecna may be trying to gain a servant/pact in Max so he can hold more power than The Mind Flayer and then maybe betray it from there? If that’s possible, anyway. Right now my theory here isn’t really fleshed out, but I think it’s a strong possibility with his roots in DND. What do you think?
First of all, thanks for the ask. This is some really interesting stuff that would definitely fit into the show's lore. The thing that stood out most to me was just how similar the queen sounds to the mind flayer. Jealous of the ability to tap into the flow of souls and to harvest knowledge? This definitely sounds like a euphemism for flaying. Especially with the fact the minions can cross worlds like we saw Will and Billy do.
Whilst this may not fit in with the show's D&D lore, the game has always been used more as a stimulus for the monsters in the show and less of a strict guide, so I absolutely believe this could be possible.
You mentioned in your ask that you believe Vecna could have been using Max to get more power than the mind flayer in order to betray him. However, I don't necessarily think this has to be the case. I think he is using her for power, but I think he will already be more powerful than the mind flayer. We saw the mind flayer die at the end of S3 and I think that maybe after that, Vecna was able to take over the Upside Down entirely, taking control of the creatures like the Demobats. Or maybe, Vecna tapped into the mind flayer somehow (or just got flayed) and leeched off of its powers until he himself had enough powers to take over the Upside Down. I think by the start of this season, Vecna will already be more powerful than the mind flayer. I mean, he has been stewing in the Upside Down for 20 odd years so he's definitely ready.
I think he'll be leaking into our world as an attempt to take over our dimension just like the mind flayer but using psychological powers in our world and then attacking in his red dream dimension where he is all powerful. I believe that he cannot physically come into our world and I also believe that he is susceptible to attack in the Upside Down, which would explain why he has lots of demobats guarding him. In terms of him possessing Max, I don't think he necessarily intends on killing her as like you said, he could be using her for power. If he can't enter our world, he could be using her as a vessel to do chaos like Creel before her.
Overall, Vecna's rise could definitely be linked to the mind flayer's downfall. This would be really interesting as it would be a direct consequence of the character's actions, which Vecna could and should use against them. Thanks again for the ask, it was a super interesting theory that I've tried to expand on. Hope this answer helped!
#stranger things#stranger things four#stranger things theory#stranger theories#stranger things analysis#vecna stranger things#vecna#max mayfield#victor creel#st4 theory#st4 theories#st4#st4 predictions#stranger things predictions
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always | kooks
| pairing: kooks x reader, (non canon) platonic! rafe cameron x female reader, platonic! topper thornton x reader, platonic! kelce smith x female reader
| genre: fluff, college au
| content warnings: swearing, drinking/alcohol, creepy dude
| word count: 1,986
| a/n: hope u like this hun <3 also i hope this was what u wanted w rafe ! i do have ideas for making it more romantic lol that will def be in a future fic at some point
“C’mon ____, you know you’ll end up having fun like always!” Kelce sing-songs, laying upside down on Rafe’s king-size mattress.
You scrunch your nose, looking up from your phone. “I just thought, maybe we’re a little old for that now?”
“Never too old for a kook party,” Rafe chuckles, patting your head as he walks to his closet.
“You know what I mean guys.” You frown. “We’re in college now, I don’t want it to be like high school.”
“What do you mean?” Topper inquires. “Parties are the same, we’ll drink, we’ll play pong, it’s nothing new.”
“So, no disappearing and coming back all beat up?” You wonder, quirking an eyebrow. “No, me sneaking y’all into my basement to clean you up and let you sleep?”
“C’mon ____, you can trust us.” Kelce grins. “College has really cleaned us up.”
You snort. “As if.” You take a sip from Rafe’s hydroflask that’s sitting on his desk. “I’m serious though, no fights.”
“We promise.” Kelce smiles, holding up his pinky.
Topper nods in agreement. “Yes ma’am.”
“No fights.” Rafe gives you a salute. “No one wants mama mad.”
“Fuck off Rafe.” You roll your eyes but can’t help the grin that twitches on your lips.
“So, is that a yes?” Topper wonders. “We can go?”
“You don’t need my permission.”
“Yeah, but if you’re not going, neither are we.”
“Fine then. But we have to stop at my place to change.”
You’re met with collective groans, Kelce even rolling off the bed dramatically.
“Just wear what you have on.”
“I’m pretty sure Rafe’s old t-shirt and Nike shorts aren’t going to cut it.” You frown. “And besides, I haven’t done my makeup in forever.”
“Wait, you have to do makeup too?”
“And hair.”
It’s barely nine when you and the boys get to the party, and you’re still hushing their complaints about you taking too much time.
“If you guys aren’t gonna shut the fuck up, I’m going to walk home.” You grumble, arms crossed against your chest. You’re shivering in your cropped tank, but you won’t dare admit that to the boys who would love nothing more than to say I told you so. Plus, Topper keeps extra hoodies in his jeep anyway.
“Hold up.” You stop walking just as you’re approaching the figure 8 mansion. “Who’s DD tonight?”
“I will.” Rafe says easily. The other boys nod in approval, Topper shoving his keys into Rafe’s pocket.
“Thanks, Rafe.” You give him a small smile.
He shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I know you like figuring that stuff out before.”
“Yeah, because I never want to end up herding three drunk, 6-foot boys on my own, ever again.” You chuckle.
He laughs, slinging his arm loosely around your shoulders, before you all head into the party.
You’re hit with the scent of weed and beer, nose wrinkling in distaste. You and Rafe follow behind Topper and Kelce, in the direction of one of the kegs that’s been set up.
Once you’re all situated with red cups in your hands, you scan the room, eyes flitting over faces you recognize from your time at Kildare Academy.
“Oh god, Brayden’s here.” Topper speaks up, eyes narrowing.
“Ugh,” You sigh in disgust, taking a big sip from your drink.
“Brayden?” Kelce hums. “The creep that tried to get with _____ in high school, no matter how many times she told him no?”
“That’s the one.” You frown.
“Top had to pretend to be your boyfriend until he left you alone.” Kelce reminisces. “I remember that fucker.”
Rafe’s jaw clenches and he takes a step closer to you.
“We’ll keep an eye out, and if he gets too close, we’ll take care of it.” Topper says, straightening his shoulders a bit.
“Thanks guys.” You sigh again. “I’ll be fine, he’s just annoying.”
The four of you make your way to where there’s a game of beer pong happening, waiting until the table’s clear, to play yourselves.
A shrill call of your name grabs your attention, head jerking around to identify the person to which the voice belongs.
“Elizabeth!” You squeal, recognizing a girl you were friendly with in school. She pulls you into a hug, plopping a tipsy kiss on your cheek.
“How the hell are you!?” She wonders, tugging you into the corner so you can catch up. You make eye contact with Rafe and he nods, settling against the wall so he can stay close, while maintaining a conversation with Topper and Kelce.
Eventually Topper and Kelce peel away to meet up with some guys they were on the lacrosse team with, and Rafe pulls out his phone. He looks up a few minutes later when you head towards him.
“Hi.” You smile sweetly. “Lookin’ a little lonely over here.”
He chuckles, looking over to where Topper and Kelce are laughing with their old team. “Top and Kelce wanted to catch up, and I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
“I would’ve been fine Rafe.” You frown. “If you wanna go find people or something.”
“Nah, it’s okay.” He smiles. “Plus, we wanted to play pong right?”
“Hmm, yes!” Your face lights up and you throw back the rest of what’s in your cup.
“Perfect, ____ and Rafe!” A guy standing against the table shouts excitedly. “These two were fucking unbeatable in high school.” He says, nudging the guy next to him.
“Dude, I know.”
Rafe greets the two guys, giving them the little one-armed bro hug, while you smile politely.
Once you and he have taken up one side of the table, he leans to whisper in your ear;
“Dustin and Cody.” He tells you. “They were on the swim team with me.”
You nod, giving him a grateful smile.
“Hopefully the year of practice has prepared me for this.” Dustin grins, setting his beer on the windowsill behind him.
“We’ll just have to see, huh?” You tease, looking up at Rafe with a smirk. He holds out his fist and you bump it, before lining up your first shot.
After you and Rafe win, Dustin and Cody demand a rematch, to which you agree. “Hold on guys,” You hold your finger up. “Let me get another drink before we go.”
“I can get—” Rafe starts, but you cut him off with a shake of your head. “No buddy, I got it. You want another?”
He nods, handing you his cup.
“Are you sure—”
“Yes, god, I’ll be fine.” You pat his chest reassuringly. “Be right back, okay?”
You head off to find the keg, elbowing your way through the drunk bodies of your graduating class.
You’re just starting to fill up Rafe’s cup when you feel a hand on your arm.
“Rafe, I told you I’ll—” You whirl around to come face to face with Brayden. Gross.
“Oh.” The smile drops right off your face and you shrug his hand off. “What do you want?”
“Ouch.” He laughs, slapping a hand against his chest. “Can’t I just say hi to my favorite girl?”
“I’m not your anything.” You snap, eyes shooting daggers.
“Feisty,” He chuckles, eyes raking down your body.
“Seriously Brayden.” You grit your teeth. “Leave me alone.”
He steps closer, ignoring the way you tense up. His hand meets the skin of your waist, left exposed from your crop top and skirt. You step away, ripping his arm off of you, and shoving at his chest.
“Fuck. Off.” You growl. “I wasn’t interested then, and I’m not interested now.”
He opens his mouth to respond when Rafe is suddenly at your side, gently moving you to stand behind him.
“You better listen to her.” Rafe says coldly. “I think her right hook might be better than mine. I’m not holding her back if she decides to beat your ass. And if she doesn’t, I certainly will.”
“Whatever,” Brayden scoffs. “Guess college hasn’t changed you at all. You’re still an uptight bitch.”
“Hey, what’d you just say bro?” Kelce and Topper walk in just in time to catch Brayden’s comment, Kelce slapping a hand on his shoulder.
“I—” His eyes widen when he meets the cold stares of Topper and Kelce, moving to stand near you, setting their empty cups on the counter.
“I think you owe ____ an apology.” Topper says, puffing out his chest. “Now.”
“Sorry.” He says sheepishly.
“Kind of a half-assed apology if you ask me.” Rafe snorts. “Just get the fuck out of here.”
“C’mon we’ll walk you out.” Kelce smirks, setting his hand back on Brayden’s shoulder, giving him a little push.
“I’ll leave myself, you can call off your guard dogs.” He mutters, wincing when Kelce tightens his grip.
“You okay hun?” Topper lowers his voice to asks, setting a hand on your shoulder. You nod, reaching down to link your fingers with Rafe’s.
“Yeah. Thank you guys.”
“Always. We’ll be right back.”
Once the three of them are out of sight, you sigh in relief.
“Are you okay?” Rafe murmurs, leaning down so he can be eye-level with you.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?” He hums. “You’re shaking a little bit.”
“I’m just,” You sigh again, your breath coming out shaky and uneven. “Can we go outside for a sec? I need some air.”
He leads you outside, closing the sliding glass door behind him, before engulfing you in his arms. He feels you melt into him, and some of your tension dissipates. Your three best friends know you almost better than you know yourself, but Rafe’s always been a little more sensitive to your emotions, immediately picking up on anything that was bothering you. Not that it would take a genius to figure out why you were currently upset.
You revel in the warmth and comfort his embrace offers you, feeling your breathing start to level out. When you pull away to look at Rafe, his lips are pulled in a concerned pout.
“I’m fine.” You smile, poking his cheek.
He studies you carefully, eyes searching your face. You squeeze him for another hug, breathing in his comforting scent until you hear the sliding door.
“She okay?” Topper wonders, motioning to where you’re huddled against Rafe’s chest.
You perk your head up at the sound of your other two boys, looking over at them.
“I’m fine.” You smile. “Thanks for helping me.”
“Always, bub, literally always.” Kelce smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The other boys nod in agreement.
“I know you don’t like when we step in, and we know you can handle yourself.” Topper says. “But Brayden is a fucking creep and it didn’t seem like he was planning on leaving you alone.”
“I know.” You sigh at the thought of him. “Thank you guys.” You say again.
“Quit thanking us,” Rafe grins, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “We got you, always.” He feels goosebumps prickling your skin and frowns.
“We’re going to get you a jacket from Top’s car,” He says softly, looking at the boys.
“Okay, honestly, do y’all just wanna leave?” Kelce wonders. “I’m not really in the mood to party anymore.”
Topper and Rafe pipe up in agreement, looking towards you.
“Are you sure you aren’t doing this just for me?” You wonder. “Because I told you, I’m—”
“No, it’s not all about you,” Kelce teases, lightly bumping your shoulder with his.
You roll your eyes and shove him back. The four of you make your way across the lawn, in the direction to Topper’s Jeep.
You turn to Rafe, smiling up at him. “You were right earlier.”
He smiles softly at you. “Right about what?”
“My right hook is better.”
“Yeah, I know.” He snorts. “I’ll never forget the black eye you gave me when we were eight.” Kelce and Topper cackle, tripping over themselves in a fit of laughter.
“You told me to hit as hard as I could!”
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Lets get Existential with the Goblin King
The Muppet reproduction discourse resulted in me making an offhand reference to why Jaereth the Goblin King isn't a potential origin for Muppets on Earth. Specifically, I stated that he is a rogue memetic construct, something that some people would wrongly call a tulpa (I say wrongly because apparently tulpa is an appropriated term that does not mean "idea that has become a real thing" in its original context).
WARNING: STUFF’S GONNA GET “GRANT MORRISON-Y”
The universe of Labyrinth resists literal reading because it dives head-on into being an emotional tale. As a child, Jaereth frightened me, because I was a savvy little kid when it came to tropes, but Jaeteth broke rules and did things for reasons I couldn't grok at the time, so he was a nightmare.
Pictured: Terror incarnate.
I begin with two initial suppostions 1) the Labyrinth and its creatures spring from Sarah’s imagination and 2) this does not mean that they aren’t real.
Attempting to codify this beyond its fairytale/dream logic construction is, I believe a mistake, and its not necessary to the issue at hand, which is that Jaereth is a figment of Sarah’s imagination that has literally run away with her. Or at least her little brother.
Pictured: Chekov’s teenage girl’s bedroom.
Jaereth is a fantasy figure like all of Sarah’s other impediments and guides in the Labyrinth. I wager he’s one of the more recent ones, or he’s started to change recently, because this is a coming of age story, and he’s the foci of Sarah’s early explorations of adult fantasy themes. I mean, its David Bowie. Also the whole codpiece situation, and the dance scene, and so forth...
The story is very much about Sarah crossing the child-adult threshold but holding onto the ideals and wonder of childhood. The Labyrinth isn’t very subtle about this, as she’s punished every time she’s childish, but aided by the things that are childlike. This is a passing fantasy, one that Sarah will grow through experiencing, and one she’ll largely leave behind.
And that’s what Jaereth can’t abide, because he’s the figure in the dream that knows they’ll die when you wake up.
Jaereth has no actual power over Sarah (that’s the whole point), because he’s her creation, whether literal or figurative, internal reality or external reality, she’s the godhead from which everything he is flows, and unlike the rest of the toys and pets and scraps of poetry floating around in there, he knows what he is.
That’s the missing part of the puzzle that made him terrifying to my childhood self, his motivation. He’s putting on a show, making sure she keeps her focus on him. If he can make the boy into a goblin and take him forever, she’ll never be able to stop thinking about him and her impending adulthood won’t destroy him. It might even put the idea of him in other people’s heads, if your chosen take is more supernatural than fanciful.
If she falls into this fantasy world with him, becomes his queen, more’s the better.
Even so, he can only use Sarah’s own power to accomplish these tasks. His control of his own actions might be incomplete, even marginal, and may be nothing more than the intrusive thoughts of a god who is unaware of their own status. He confesses this:
*Everything*! Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for *you*!
He conforms to her reactions, he does what she expects him to do. If he were a real thing invoked form the play she’s memorizing, you’d think the canon of that interpretation would give him some bulwark against her revisions, but whatever reality this runaway memeplex started in, she’s his reality now. Because try as he might, its not his story.
He’s just the bad guy, one woven together from a puppet and a play and probably a sexy rock star, one given feelings and impulses and ambitions so that they can be thwarted on the heroine’s coming of age quest. But unlike the macabre-but-happy muppet-monsters that surround him, he’s got a human’s understanding of his nature, as he is made in their image. He’s a character that has a life of his own, and he has his own ideas about where to run.
Which sounds really familiar to me as a writer, and may be one of the most on-the-nose instances of “write what you know” I’ve seen.
He is, in essence, a Lucifer-figure, rebelling against his god out of fear of being replaced. A rebellion that lasts only until the authoress of the tale recognizes her own hand on the pen, remembers her own (at least situational) omnipotence, and ends the tale.
I am not here stating that I believe that “it’s all a dream” is a correct or even good interpretation of the plot. For there to be any tension, Toby has to be in actual peril. And the exact nature of what caused the events isn’t really important. What is important is their purpose, which is providing Sarah with an externalized experience of her own internal struggle.
So, in short, as a limited rogue thought-form, Jaereth could not create the Muppets, nor ferry them from another reality to the one they share with human beings. He is not the demiurge of their reality.
Sarah, maybe. But she doesn’t really seem like the demiurge type.
#muppets#the muppets#I blame the demiurge#labyrinth#memplex#thought form#vague grant morrisony trippiness#night blogging#:”You remind me of the dread” “What dread?” “The dread of understanding” “What understanding” “The understanding of our mortality”
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Tiffany's Birthday; an Ask The Rays Fanfiction
A little birthday present for the lovely human being @asktherays is. I love this version more than canon, i think. It's so... i don't know, light hearted! And yet she manages to keep the horror elements alive! If this ain't witchcraft...
All kidding aside, i hope you like it, Bria, dear. I've only been writing fanfiction for a short time and english is also not my native tongue, but i do my best 💖
PS: Slowly coming back, loves!
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It was a September day. Tiffany, Chucky's equally homocidal wife, would turn 60, but her appearance wouldn't change a bit. She would stay gorgeous and her health would be the same as when she was 20. That was one of the advantages of being a doll: eternal youth!
Actually, she hardly seemed to realize what day it was, busy as she was. She was a housewife, you know. That morning, she went out for a trip to the grocery store and saw Glen around. He was selling his favorite manga comics and videogames, much to his mother's surprise. She tried to call him, but he couldn't hear her, or pretended not to.
"Why would he do such a thing? I thought he loved that stuff.." she wondered on the way home.
When she got there, she found Glenda doing the laundry while whistling and singing like a songbird. She wasn't very good at doing the chores, but at least she tried. Tiffany was ready to intervene.
"Glenda, honey, you need to wring the clothes, they're dripping!" said her mom, her perfectly manicured fingers trying to reach for them.
"Don't you worry, mom, they're supposed to. Leave me be, you're interrupting my work!" returned Glenda, keeping the wet clothes away from her mother's longing hands.
"As you wish, sweetface.."
She couldn't find anything better to say in the face of such determination.
Just then, the blonde smelled burning and dashed off to the kitchen, where she found her husband, Chucky. He was cooking! Immediately, Tiffany turned the stove off, before turning to her significant other. "You foolish, you burned everything! What the hell is going on here, will you tell me!?" she scolded.
"Absolutely nothing! Now, get out of the way, will you?"
"I don't believe you! Tell me all about it, Chucky. I will not be kept in the dark!"
"Now, why don't you wanna see us work?" he asked in his most wheedlesome tone. "You don't trust us, do you?"
"Now, i didn't say that"
"We don't need you to tell us what to do all the time, ya know. We can take care of ourselves!" he said as he crossed his arms defiantly.
Tiffany burst into laughter hearing that.
"Now that's funny!" she said while holding her sides.
"Don't tease me, i can't stand it!" he returned, shaking his fist.
"You treat us like a bunch of snivelling children, which VEXES us!" said Glenda, who had just entered the room, followed closely by Glen.
"Yeah, but we shall prove otherwise!" he declared, passionately.
"Really?"
"Yes!" they said in chorus.
"I see..."
With that, she went out again. She never enjoyed chores so why not take the oppurtunity?
As soon as the sun started to go down , Lottie got home with Glock, the family dog. She was eating red licorice, and her blue eyes widened with surprise when she saw the rich banquet in the middle of the room.
"They made an excellent job! I hope mom likes the flowers i handpicked just for her. She always smiles when dad gets her roses on Valentine's day" she said as she put a magnificent bunch of peonies in the "Annabelle" flower pot.
Just then Glock took the packet of Twizzlers from Lottie's hand.
"Glock! Give it back!"
She chased the dog across the whole room. As a result, they ended up turning everything upside down.
Chucky and the twins rushed in, demanding breathlessly:
"What is going on here!?" And they screamed when they saw the mess Lottie and Glock had made.
"My culinary masterpieces!" groaned Chucky, kneeling over the mess.
"Oh Jiminy crickets, what disaster!" said Glenda, with a tragic gesture.
"I just cleaned the floooor..." whimpered Glen.
"Who on Earth would care to... A-HA!" exclaimed the family man as soon as he took notice of Lottie and Glock.
"So, who's responsible for this, huh!?" he scolded as he lifted her from the ground.
"Dad, put me down! I'm not a cat!" she whined.
Just then Chucky turned to Glock. Scared, the latter withdrew and the short tempered dollman was down upon him in a second.
"You! You stupid animal, do you realize what you've done!?"
Chucky took a cane and was ready to hit poor Glock with that. His wife arrived just in time to stop him.
"Chucky! What are you doing to Glock!?" she yelled as she snatched the cane.
"That... that horrid beast... it has... it ruined..." he stuttered. His hands shook and he was so angry he could barely speak.
"Go on, what did he do!?" she said.
"I want to punish him, because he's always causing trouble! I don't know what keeps me from directly ripping his mongrel's arse!"
"Stop it! Your attitude is simply intolerable!"
"Oh, yeah!? What if he did that to YOU!?"
"Now i see. I'm leaving, and i'm taking Lottie and Glock!"
"What!?"
"Your dad and siblings say i'm in the way and that my presence here is completely unnecessary" she said sadly as she turned to her youngest daughter.
A short moment of silence followed her words, before Chucky snapped:
"What are you saying, have you gone nuts!?"
"How dare you to speak to me that way!?" she returned.
Chucky let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry. But there's something i have to tell you: you see, all of THAT was for you.." he said, his finger darting towards the mess.
"ME!?" she exclaimed in astonishment.
"How can you forget about your own birthday? This proves how absorbed you are by duties. We slaved away morning and afternoon to make this day perfect. We even bought you a wonderful present"
"And we split up the chores between us so that you wouldn't have to worry about it. But Glock fucked everything up, no wonder we're angry!" said Glenda.
"Sorry mom. I guess it's all my fault.." said Lottie, bending her head in shame.
"But... you must have spent a fortune! How did you do that?" she asked, already a bit touched.
"We've been saving the money for a while" said Chucky with a pleased look for his kids and a loving smile for his wife.
"As for me, i've even been pottering around.." said Glen as a small blush spreaded across his pale face.
"Oh Glen, now i see why you were selling your stuff! I.. i'm overwhelmed..." and a few tears wet her rosy cheeks before she even realized it. Luckily, her makeup was cry proof.
"I don't know what to say. Oh, i'm so happy.."
All flashed affectionate looks at her.
"Oh, please, go away. Don't stand there looking at me.." she said, a delicate finger drying her eyes.
"I love you all, so much.."
"And i you, my queen" said Chucky brushing away the last tear with his thumb and kissing her on the lips. Her black lipstick stained his own lips.
"C'mon, let's clean this shit up. I'm taking you out! Let's make sure we bring weapons with us: they might turn out to be useful, ya know"
And the unfortunate birthday ended gaily, between laughter, hugs, kisses and... blood.
#asktherays#chucky#tiffany#glen#glenda#lottie#charles lee ray#tiffany valentine#glen hercules ray#glenda duchess ray#charlotte elaine ray#fanfiction
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