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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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Imagine if Malleus was turned into a gliding lizard, he'd be so tiny!!

I did end up going with a lizard for Malleus's transformation rather than a dragon, I hope you all enjoy it! I think it suits him well.

GN! Reader, They/Them pronouns, Comfort

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“ I think they just have trouble believing that you can see things from their perspective, that’s all.”

Malleus couldn’t help but cock his head at your statement. “Their perspective?”

“Yeah. They all see you as this all-powerful super mage, you know?” You shrugged in response. “When you think someone is that far above you, it’s hard to picture them actually experiencing the world the way you do. That you actually see things…” You made a vague flattening motion with your hands. “At their level.”

“At their level…” He hummed, hand resting on his chin and thoughts appearing to be a thousand miles away. “Your insight has been greatly helpful tonight, Child of Man. I hope I have not troubled you with these questions.”

“Not at all! If you ever need a hand, just let me know. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Malleus chuckled. “That we certainly are.”

When Malleus had asked you about his inability to connect with most of your fellow classmates on his regular night visit to Ramshackle, you weren’t sure if there was any advice you could give that would actually help him out. Regardless of your direction of his appearance and mannerisms, people would think what they wished about the future King of Fae, and the last thing you wanted was for Malleus to try changing anything about himself. But maybe if you could get him to understand that it isn’t necessarily his fault, it would help ease a bit of the burden.

You can’t say you expected it to end like this though, with Lilia depositing a small, greyish-brown lizard into your hand after instructing you to open your palm to him. First thing in the morning and everything.

“You take good care of him now!” He chirped, and if you hadn’t reached out with your free hand to death-grip his blazer sleeve you’re certain he would have pivoted on his heel and left it at that. But ohhhhh, not today. You weren’t letting another bonkers boy slip right out from your grasp without explaining just what the hell he was going on about.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Oh? This was your idea, wasn’t it? For Malleus to get to see things…” He perfectly copied the hand motion you’d made to Malleus the night prior. “On your level.”

“That doesn’t explain the lizard! And were you spying on us?”

“Honey, I’m always keeping one eye on what our dear little prince is up to. That’s my job!” He gave you a playful boop on the nose with the tip of one manicured finger. “And the ‘lizard’ is gonna be your scout for the day! After a day in the life of our beloved Prefect I’m sure he’ll have all sorts of fun commoner stories to tell Malleus about when I come to pick him up.”

“So I’m just… carrying around a lizard all day? For Malleus?”

“That’s the spirit! Why don’t you show our little scaly sweetie here all the cool stuff you get up to then? I’ll be back at sunset to collect him. Have fun you two!” He reached over to the lizard in your palm and gave it a mimicking boop. “And don’t cause any trouble! Any more than usual, at least.”

And with a whirl of sparkles and a flash of a glinting fang, Lilia was gone. You looked down at the lizard in your palm, staring up at you with little, googling eyes.

"I guess… you're coming with me today?"

In response (you think?) the lizard gave you a slow blink and a little flick of his tongue.

"Alright. Not like my day could get any weirder anyway. Should I put you in my pocket, maybe? Or you could-WOAH!"

Instead of letting you decide, the little lizard took a flying leap from your outstretched palm, landing square in the center of your chest and scrabbling wildly against the fabric as it struggled to find a grip. You quickly cupped a hand under the little creature and let it clamber upward until it had found a comfortable resting place on your right shoulder.

"Jeez! A little warning next time? What if I dropped you?" A little webbed foot papped against the lower side of your cheek and you sighed, reaching up to give your new tag-along a pat on the head with your index finger. "Alright, alright, I forgive you. Just be a little more careful, okay little buddy?"

Before you could even finish bonding with your new scaly friend, the door to Ramshackle house blew open behind you. Bursting from the doorway was a whirlwind of ashy gray fur, blue flames, and shrieked, panicked placations.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Grim yowled as he veered a hard left and disappeared behind the house. From within you could hear your spectral roommates shouting for your attention, twinkling bursts of magic going off in the distance. If you had to guess, Grim had probably set the living room curtains on fire… Again.

"WATER MAGIC, YOU GUYS! NOT WIND MAGIC!" You hollered as you rushed back into the house. Looks like you were going to be late for morning classes again.

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Seven class periods, one free study, an incredibly hectic lunch time, and several after-school assignments from the Headmaster later, and you were barely hanging on by the skin of your teeth. Malleus sure picked a doozy of a day to send a little lizard to keep an eye on you, because it felt like just about everything that could have gone wrong did.

You spent all of your Flying class miserably landlocked, as usual, running drills and doing jumping jacks until Coach Vargas had deemed your amount of exercise “suitable.”

Then during your History of Magics study period you were stuck looking up what ended up to be first-grade level history on the Shaftlands, missing your chance to get any of your actual essay done in-class.

In Potionology you added powdered mint leaves instead of dried, and the resulting mishap quite literally blew up in your face. Fortunately you had been fast enough to block your lizard friend from the blast with the palm of your hand, but you had to stand there soot-stained and miserable throughout the remainder of Professor Crewel’s lecture anyway.

You nearly got trampled by the lunch rush, and if it weren’t for Jack’s quick thinking you’d probably be a pavement pancake right now.

Then, as if you hadn’t had enough to do in your regular school day, Crowley had you visit every single Phys. Ed club and take their photos for the school newspaper. Does he even know how hard it is to wrangle a bunch of mean, sweaty teenagers into letting their pictures be taken? He must have, because that would explain why he made you do it.

Finally back to Ramshackle Dorm, the sun was already setting when you slumped up the steps and collapsed face first into your mattress. Homework could wait. Right now you just needed a chance to breathe.

Vaguely, you felt a small, scaly figure wriggle itself underneath your palm and lift it up. You shifted your head to the side just enough to see the lizard propping up your palm like a makeshift tent, tongue sticking out as he stared you down with big, glossy eyes. You bit back a chuckle.

“Hey, buddy. Good hustle today. Didn’t fall off my shoulder even once.”

It scampered forward, floppy-limbed and frantic, until he stopped right in front of your face. A little, suction-cupped hand papped on the side of your cheek, a tiny show of solidarity in the face of your unending workload. It almost brought you to tears.

“Thanks, bud.”

You rolled onto your side, cupping him carefully again under one palm to keep him steady.

“You wanna know the worst part of today? Worse than running laps or failing history or almost getting trampled?”

He cocked his tiny head in your direction.

“The worst part is now you’ve gotta go home, and you’re gonna tell Malleus all about what a colossal fuck-up I am.”

The little hand papped against your face again, a few times, each with increasing urgency.

“It’s true! What one thing did I get right today? I’ve been tripping over myself just to keep from self-destructing since I got here. Everything you have here, it’s so… So different! And everyone seems to have no problem with it except for me. I’m just… “

You sighed, tracing a finger up and down the lizard’s soft, scaly back.

“I’m just tired, bud. I wish it was as easy for me as it was for everyone else.”

You trailed off again, one final thought budging to be let free.

“I wish Malleus was here.”

POOF!

You wheezed, vision suddenly obscured by a thick, purple-black smoke. Despite its sudden, engulfing power, it almost made you feel strangely at ease. It smelled like the forest right after a heavy rain, the slight charge of a thunderstorm that’s only just passed. And as the smoke coiled and curled off over the edges of your mattress to seep onto the floor, the vision of Malleus Draconia appeared before you. He was draped across the bed in a position similar to yours, mirroring your pose with a look of incredible melancholy on his face.

“Oh, my Child of Man…”

“Malle-!?”

Before you could even begin to question him Malleus was sweeping you into a hug, burying your face in the fabric of his uniform. One of his hands held your lower back, the other cradled the back of your head so gently, oh so gently. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been hugged like this.

“The world has been incredibly cruel to you today, hasn’t it?”

Fuck. Fuck. You’d gotten so good at holding it in, at taking a deep breath and saying everything was going to be okay. But in less than a dozen words Malleus had obliterated every wall you’d so carefully constructed since arriving in Twisted Wonderland to keep from having a complete emotional meltdown. Well, there was no use trying to hold it in anymore, not with the way you were bawling into Malleus’s tailcoat, heaving like you were sure you were never going to breathe again.

But Malleus didn’t shush you, didn’t say that everything was going to be okay. He just held you tight, let you pour your emotions out into his expensive shirt, rubbed your back as your sobs became whimpers and finally soft, steady breathing once more. When you could finally pull yourself together enough to throw a sentence together, that’s when you pulled your face out of Malleus’s chest.

“How did…” You rasped. “How’d you get here? Did little buddy tell you? Are you like, psychically linked or something?”

“Ah. No, not quite. My apologies for the deception.” Malleus Draconia, looking sheepish? You never thought you’d see it. “I wanted to see what your days were like in a manner as unobtrusive as possible, so Lilia supplied the idea of a minor appearance transmutation so I could accompany you.”

“Oh. So you… Were little buddy?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. That’s… That’s kinda embarrassing.”

“How so?” You honestly should have seen it sooner, with the way Malleus looked at you with those curious, glossy-green eyes.

“I carried you around all day! I like… pet you, and stuff. You watched me almost blow myself up.”

Were your eyes deceiving you again, or was Malleus actually… Pouting? “My apologies. I never intended to make you feel this uncomfortable.”

“No! No, uh. I mean… It’s fine, really. It was nice, actually, having someone besides Grim keep me company all day. I’m glad it was you.”

He smiled, soft and warm and incredibly fond. The hand still cradling your lower back was rubbing in slow, soothing circles, nearly enough to make you doze off. “I am glad as well. I’ve always known you to be fascinating, but I never could have considered just how much weight is upon you to succeed.” He cupped your cheek, thumb running back and forth over your cheek bone. “You, my Child of Man, are unfathomably strong. Never once have I considered you to be, in your words, a “fuck-up”.”

Your breath hitched again, and you thumped a palm against Malleus’s chest. “You’re gonna make me start crying again.”

“Then I shall cease my praises. For this evening, at least.”

Eyelids fluttering, you let yourself curl closer into him, just the slightest bit.

“Thank you, Mal. For… For just everything.”

You knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie like this forever. Tomorrow you’d have to get up and stop Grim from burning the house down once again. Tomorrow you’d have to run laps and avoid getting trampled in the cafeteria and have to justify all the homework you weren’t able to get done tonight. But that was all for tomorrow. Tonight was just you, and Malleus, and what you thought was the ghost of a kiss on the center of your forehead as you drifted from the land of the waking into a, for once, peaceful slumber.

“Sleep well, my Child of Man... My love.”

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istoleyoursk1n · 4 months

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How would they all react to a Tav who reveals themselves to be a dragon in disguise?

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How would they react to a Tav who reveals themselves to be a dragon in disguise?

(I’m assuming you mean they could transform into an actual Dragon or at least something Dragon-like.)

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Gods! You would have thought to tell someone about the fact that, oh, I don't know, you’re a damn fire-breathing Dragon!”

Shouted when he first saw the transformation. It came out of nowhere so he didn't expect it at all. He nearly stabbed you from the shock but thankfully retracted his dagger as soon as he realized it was you.

Irritated that you’d hide something like this from him. He wanted a warning at least!

He scolds you for keeping it secret but soon enough he takes a moment to admire the sight before him.

You appear similar to a Dragonborn but with notable different features, something that brings that all too familiar smug look on his face.

It would be useful indeed to have some sort of Dragon companion accompany them on their journey against the absolute, a companion he’d love to make use of.

Eventually comes to find the new form endearing as long as your scales don't scratch his body or your firey breath doesn't ruin his perfect hair.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

“You’re a dragon?! Out of all the things I expected to hear from you, it certainly wasn't this. Not bad news at all though!”

Oh! Well isn't that surprising!

He’s amazed, to say the least, staring in wonder at your new form.

You look incredible! Nearly as glorious as the dragons he’s envisioned in fairytales. He can barely keep his own eyes off of you.

Even more impressed seeing you fight in that form. It's so distracting that he nearly gets hit by an arrow mid battle.

He adores how mystical you look, he hopes that you stay in said form longer and allow him to live out his own little fanatical dreams he had as a boy.

Who wouldn't go on epic adventures with a dragon by your side?

Overjoyed if you do show him your firey breath or even let him fly on your back. You’re bringing his inner child back to life by doing so.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“A dragon-hyrbird..? Dragonborn? No that's not quite right. Well, whatever you are, good to know such incredible power is on our side.”

‘What the fuck?’ <— His initial reaction lmao

He’s so lost upon first seeing you transform that for a moment he thinks he's hallucinating.

Did you accidentally use some sort of spell on yourself? He seriously can't tell.

Baffled once he realizes that you did in fact transform into a dragon that he's utterly speechless.

His speechlessness is soon followed by an array of questions that may or may not overwhelm you. He’s incredibly curious now, wondering how this all works.

Do you have fiery breath? Does the transformation hurt? Can you fly? Do you have heightened senses? He just has so many!

If you do manage to entertain each and every one of his questions, he’d be delighted, incredibly fascinated by this new form and all the features that come with it.

Would love to study it more once he has the chance, perhaps you both could learn new things from it that could give them a big advantage in the coming battles.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

“You’re a bloody Dragon?! A dragon! Hell fucking yes! I can't believe I’m friends with a damn Dragon! An amazing one at that.”

‘WHAT THE FUCK’ (Lovingly).

Her body is set ablaze upon seeing you first transform, she just couldn't believe it.

She's so amazed by you’re form that she's practically quick stepping all over the place.

You look so cool! She spends at least a minute circling you to take in every bit of you.

She freaks the hell out if you so much as breathe fire in her direction (she thinks it's the coolest thing she's ever seen).

Her hype around your new form lasts for a long while before she eventually starts to question how this even happened to you.

I mean, were you born like this? Does it hurt? Can she touch you? Would you not feel the burn if she did? She just wants to admire and feel you! Especially you’re scales!

She becomes a grinning mess every time you spread your wings, everything about this form is something she both envies yet adores.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

“Well, I didn't quite expect a… dragon-hybrid? To be joining us on this adventure but the surprise isn't unwelcomed.”

Similar to the rest, she's surprised.

You didn't exactly give off any sort of hint that would colorate to your dragon transformation.

Well, at least they have a dragon companion by their side now. She can’t exactly think of any cons to that.

She doubts you’d go ahead and set the entire camp ablaze now that you've and the others come so far.

She doesn't see you any differently than before if not just mildly curious about the new form.

You certainly look different but she can recognize you despite it all.

As long as this new form hasn't changed you mentally then she's okay with everything that's happening with this new change. You’re still her friend after all.

: ̗̀➛ LAE’ZEL

“Having a powerful ra’stil at my side is nothing short but honorable. Consider yourself useful in the long run. Hope that this newfound form of yours does not disappoint.”

Shocked and amazed. She'd seen red dragons before but having one of her very own travel companions as one is something she’s secretly excited by.

Her staring isn't something you can easily ignore, you can tell how much she loves this form as awkward as her gaze makes you feel at times.

She's simply admiring you, even blatantly admitting how appealing you are in her eyes in this particular form.

Even better when you use such an imposing form in battle, the way it gives you extra strength is something she's impressed by. It only adds to her admiration for you by tenfold.

I doubt she’d ever ask for it herself but if you do offer to let her fly you, she’d be ecstatic, she might even smile.

She’s always wanted a red dragon of her own, but having you isn't a bad option either. She feels more like a warrior soaring through the skies with you alongside her, something that makes her fiery heart burn with joy.

Sparring with you in this form would also be one of her favorite pastimes, getting to see such raw power up close is sure to get her to feel some form of happiness.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“I wouldn't have guessed we’d have a dragon in our midst, such mighty yet graceful beasts are nothing but a blessing to see so close. Especially one so enchanting as you.”

Surprised, but pleased!

Having a dragon companion at one’s side is an advantage sure, but this new form is quite appealing to the eye.

It's not often he gets to admire a dragon-like creature up close, especially one he's come to grow fond of.

With your permission, he’d take a moment to take you in, gazing upon your form as if it was something he’d never seen before.

He’d be curious as to how nature could have come up with such a beautiful enigma such as yourself, subtly complimenting aspects of your new form he had noticed.

He especially loves to see you fly, to witness you taking to the skies with spread-out wings, feeling the wind as you cut threw clouds.

You’re ethereal in his eyes, someone he can’t take his eyes off of in and out of this incredible form.

He would absolutely be on board with racing through the woods with you in his bear form, enjoying yourselves to your heart's content until it is time to continue on with your grand adventure.

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britcision · 1 year

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I have not slept more than 5 hours together this whole fucking week and not more than 7 hours a day

It is therefore appropriate today to give you TIM! And TUCKER! All aboard the Lore Drop!

Chapter 14’s nearly fucking done I swear I was waylaid but I think I have solved the problem. Now the new second secret much bigger problem is my intense desire to commit Dragon Age crimes

Soooo chapters will probably stay a lil slower here for a bit, but hopefully not this slow again until June, when I will be Busy As Shit

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence V

It was a weird feeling to have his body shaken while his consciousness was so far from it.

Feeling his face pull into a frown not quite mirroring what he felt it should be. Tucker could never have explained precisely what part of him entered his devices; just that it was him.

Quintessential, pure essence of Too Fine. Everything he was without the meat he was born in.

But then he did have to slot back into that meat, and trying to do that without matching positions always left him feeling weirdly off kilter the next day. Like he’d put on a shirt but the shoulders were skewed too short.

So despite not being conscious of a face on his extended form, Tucker tried to form it into a frown anyway, sliding back under his own skin like a teen sneaking back through a window after curfew.

Hadn’t those been heady days?

Eyes slowly opening, it took Tucker a moment to remember how to focus them. That they weren’t cameras. But then Tim Drake-Wayne came into focus, and the frown changed to a grin even before he fully “woke up”.

“Morning,” he mumbled, rolling and stretching, getting used to the feeling of a body again. It was a little weirder each time, which he might have worried about if he didn’t see himself as an extension of his PDA anyway.

“You were singing in your sleep,” Tim told him without preamble, returning the smile.

Tucker hesitated for a moment, suddenly embarrassed. If… well. If he’d been singing along, that…

Look he’d picked songs that’d embarrass Danny, he wasn’t gonna give a fuck about it. The only actual question was, did he tell Tim?

Who else would ever understand better just what it meant to interact with tech the way he could? Could get excited with him about how cool it was?

He wasn’t fucking gushing to Technus. No way. Tuck was easily the one winning that ongoing hackathon, but it was the principle of the thing.

To the zone with it. Tim knew about Amity Park, he knew about the ghosts and the liminal tech. And while they hadn’t exactly discussed liminal people, it’d come up.

Tim could have a sneak preview. As a treat.

Decision made, Tucker gave the younger man another broad smile because yeah, bragging about your super powers to a very cool and impressive person? That felt good.

Tim might be a vigilante too, but Tucker was pretty sure Jason was the only souped up Robin. Most of the bats were famously power free.

“Oh, yeah. I was bullying Danny,” he explained with a light chuckle, glancing up to find his beloved PDA, Ida. She was half under a blanket now, so he tugged her back out.

Tim chuckled softly, leaning back and stretching himself.

“Good dream?” He asked and Tucker snickered, stroking gently across the screen.

“Danny wishes it was a dream.” Tucker paused, frowning a little at the confusion on Tim’s face. “So you remember we kinda talked about the whole liminal thing?”

That seemed to jog Tim’s memory, confusion fading into an analytical frown that Tucker was already becoming familiar with. That good ol’ geek face.

“The humans with budding ghost powers,” he agreed, and Tucker had to wonder if maybe he just hadn’t put the right pieces together yet.

He hadn’t exactly said that most of Amity Park were liminal, but it was a little hard to remember he had to. Like, they lived on a portal to Hell.

Maybe he shoulda.

Well, at least it was a cool way to introduce it to him.

Tucker pulled Ida into his lap, flipped her over, and tapped the plain plastic backing to demonstrate.

“Mine’s a low level technopathy at the moment,” he explained as the PDA hummed and then began playing… well, still Montero, so he flicked it again and changed it immediately to Country Roads.

Tim was watching him with a kind of hungry fascination, and Tucker turned the music off with a thought, then passed her to Tim so he could check for secret touchpads.

“It’s not something I can do with anything,” he explained with a modest shrug, grinning with pride as Tim immediately got to scanning the casing.

All simple plastic, not even biometrics; what would be the point? Even touching the PDA was pretty much a formality at this point. She was a part of him.

“Technopathy? So you can control it with your mind? Why not with anything?” Tim asked eagerly, hands stroking over the plastic, eyes darting between it and Tucker.

Like he wasn’t sure which was more interesting, Tuck or tech, and Tucker absolutely took that as a compliment.

“It has to be a device I’ve really gotten into. Like, down to the source code, or something I’ve cracked before a couple times, and then I can just feel how all of it works.”

Tucker wiggled his fingers demonstratively and the PDA beeped to life under Tim’s hands, making the other man gasp. And yeah, totally envy in those cute blue eyes he turned all balefully on Tucker.

“How many of the functions can you use? Anything the PDA can do, or…” Tim trailed off, clearly thinking of everything he’d already seen the PDA do.

The real question would have been what couldn’t Ida do. And honestly? Yeah, Tucker remembered the trial phase.

He gave another shrug.

“Technically? Yeah, anything it can do, but I still prefer hacking the old fashioned way. Most of the network stuff too, cuz I’m only really “in” the PDA. Or Danny or Sam’s phones.”

Tucker hesitated, wondering how best to really explain the difference. Danny had never been any good at it, Tucker’d had no idea what he was talking about from the video game thing right up until he’d been sucked in himself.

Which… was probably gonna be a next-hangout adventure for Tim and the bats. And Oracle, if he could swing it.

For now he gave up, giving Tim a hopeless grin.

“Honestly it’s something you’ve really gotta feel for yourself. Danny’s great at the transition from real world to code, but he always just punches things, y’know? Turns out knowing how code is actually supposed to work doesn’t translate well to being part of it,” he added with a sigh.

Because frankly? It was bullshit unfair. Tucker could code an entire other galaxy around Danny with his eyes closed, but put them in the same metaphysical layer as a firewall and Danny could just.

Punch it.

Which, theme for the week, was also not how firewalls fucking worked. At some point Tuck figured he’d either gain a new level of understanding through liminality, or give up and ask Technus a couple questions.

Technus was currently Tucker’s subject instead of Danny’s anyway. They’d made a bet.

Which meant Technus shoulda told him about their shenanigans in time, which was probably what Tucker would hold over his head for the whole firewall thing.

It was so nice when things just worked themselves out.

Tim looked a little disappointed, but mostly still intrigued. Tucker could see his fingers just itching for his own tablet to take notes.

“Do you think that’ll change?” He asked, blurting it out like he couldn’t hold back now that Tucker stopped talking, “I mean, if you become more liminal? Or just practice your abilities more?”

And see, this was what Tucker loved about Tim Drake-Wayne. They were on the same wavelength. He grinned back.

“Probably. But I mean, it’s kinda cheating too. For now I kinda like that I have to do things the way I always used to first, before any ghostly powers kick in. It’s more me, y’know?” And like hell he’d let anyone think his code skills were just some meta ability.

He’d worked damn hard for those skills, and he was damn good. One of the best, and he was also good enough to know he still wasn’t actually top of the charts.

That was the Oracle, although knowing they still hadn’t cracked his servers felt really good.

Tim was all but vibrating, clearly full of questions, but they were both interrupted by a loud growl from Tucker’s stomach. Immediately echoed by Tim’s, so at least he wasn’t alone.

The two shared sheepish grins, and then Tucker stretched.

“So, breakfast and then Twenty Questions?” He offered cheerfully, and Tim nodded at once, thrusting the PDA back and rolling off the frankly massive bed.

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Oooo! I have a request! Great Seven!Yuu getting all dressed up for a date, and their parents are doing their best to give advice!

7 Try And Dress Up Yuu For A Date.

Some of them imply Yuu would look nice in a Dress and Yuu has makeup on in Ursula’s part (Cause drag queen) but Yuu is GN. The seven are in Yuus head, but are hanging out as specters. Some Familiars are here. Crush is not specified but Imagined to be one of the first years. I was thinking about hyping this up to reveal that the ‘date’ was just gonna be a play date with ortho but decided not to. Jafar is a mix of Starkid and Disney

“What about this, then?” You happily reply, giving a twirl in front of a mirror as your parent's chatter. It has been three hours, and none of them seem to agree on anything, most are still caught up over you having a date, which they are not happy about. Scar’s tail flicks a bit as he side-eyes you, uninterested.

“Yeesh kiddo, are you going on a date or a business meeting?” Hades replied snarkily, disappointingly waving his hand before looking away. He locks eyes with Maleficent, who just raises a brow and turns her head away. Hades was a damned tease to you off the bat, going on and on now you should at least be 500 years old before you start dating. Though he would never admit it, you can tell he was also skeptical of your date, protective as always, trying to play the role of a cool uncle. If he wasn't a ghost, he would have probably given your date the shovel talk.

“It's quite boring, Rose. Try something more eye-catching, with lots of color!” The Queen of Hearts crosses her arms proudly beaming at her precious child. It’s funny when she first grew attached to you, she was one of the strictest people you met. You’re sure that the mere mention of the date back then would have caused a breakdown. Now, as years went by, she is much calmer and more mature, having grown with you. Mary was just excited to be able to be a part of such a major step in your life, and twice as excited to dress you up for your wittle datey-watey.

Maleficent’s gaze locks onto you. “Well, I think it looks very…” The fae woman pauses, “Human, you fit in well and I’m sure your partner would recognize they’re more than lucky to have you.” Out of everyone, Maleficent respected your independence the most, though you could tell that even she struggled with you having a crush on someone. How she would urge you to wait just a little longer…

“Oh you look lively in anything dear but you should really let your body do the talking, angelfish.” Ursula floats over to you and you feel her soft hand on your back, guiding your to look in the mirror with her. “You have quite the figure like moi, plus there’s never anything wrong with being a little naughty. You’re still young, flaunt it!”

To emphasize her point, she tugs the back of your shirt, making it tighten around your body to show off your figure. Jetsam curls around you like a fancy belt while Flotsam wraps around your neck, snickering amongst themselves. You remember it was during fish family bonding time whilst watching an episode of PuRauls Dragon Race did you tell them about your very obvious crush. It was hard to hide it when they lived in your head.

Your inappropriate auntie and heavily-make-uped eel brothers teased you like hell before Ursula grabbed you by the face with her ghost hand. She wiped off the current drag makeup she was putting both the eels and you in before re-apply a new look. While giving some very Ursula advice and promising she would make you “so captivating they couldn’t possibly say no” did you send off to ask them out, all while the eels cheered you on in their own way. She was the reason you were in the situation you were in now.

“Ursula!” You sputter a bit at a particularly raunchy suggestion from her as the octo-woman laughs. “What? Didn’t I tell you about body language~” “She’s right you know, we villains usually have to seduce to get what we want, you know? Meg did it. So did my brother Zeus, who by the way, is a total horndog between you and me.” Hades gossiped, whispering loudly for everyone to hear. “My diamond isn't seducing anyone!” Jafar huffs.

Queen Grimhilde nods. “They shouldn’t have to try and seduce anyone. Vessel, you need to bewitch and intimidate your potential partner from the start. There is no such thing as overdressing. That being said, this… outfit…” she grimaces, “is not enough…” The evil queen tilts her head up haughtily, strutting around you for a moment before humming.

Mama Grimhilde was the most against your date out of everyone. She only wanted you to have a partner that truly deserves you. The best of the best. She certainly doesn't believe you would settle for one of those hooligans in your friend group. Honestly, she just might try to get you to steal their assets and poison them.

She goes through the very modest closet behind you, examining what little clothes you had all while Scar licks his paws clean. You’re surprised the hyenas haven’t commented on you already, this must still be asleep. Then again, no matter what you wear, you are sure they would tease you by calling you a piece of meat.

“If it wasn't for that…” Grimhilde’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as she shuts her eyes pensively, continuing from her pause. “… crow bastard… You wouldn’t have to wear such garb unworthy of you. When my kingdom rises once again, I will ensure from then on you only dress in the finest of silks and the most comfortable linens…”

Your strictest mother uses what remains of her ghost powers to drag a hand-me-down cardigan and tightens it. It feels domestic… how you wish you could get them a body sooner. “Here,” The queen commands, handing you a long dress skirt. The outfit you wore, fit you well, it was very Pommefiore, actually.

“Oh but that’s so plain, Grimmy!” The queen of hearts sighs. “You’re going to dress them like a clown arent you? Scar nags, the lion barely reacted to the news of your crush, only huffing and saying the better treat you right. According to the hyenas, however, he was worried about you in the same way Mufasa got over Simba.

The Queen of Hearts shoved something over you and you turn to face the mirror to see what it is; The most neon-patterned dress ever made from all kinds of spare fabrics. Where did she even get this from? You hear the Jabberwock in your head chuff in agreement at the question. “Now they won't be able to take their eyes off of you!” She claps her hands together and gives a hearty laugh.

“Not for a good reason…” Jafar sneers. “Ugh,” Grimhilde rolls her eyes with Jafar, as Maleficent just tilts her head. “You know what kiddo? You actually rock it!” Hades smiles, Panic and Pain chucking within your head. “Really?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Oh gods no,” Hades erupts in laughter. “You look like one of Haphaestus’ paintings he makes when he’s drunk!” Hades continues to laugh, and you feel Pain and Panic join him in their cackles. “O-Or! Or one of baby Athena’s finger paintings!” Hades continues to laugh before catching his breath. “Are you done?” You ask annoyedly.

“At least if you go out like that, we wouldn’t have to scare anyone away…” Scar remarks, picking at his fangs with a claw. Jafar held his face and temples within his palm. “Enough all of you.” He barked, still probably upset from the news of your date. He was the most protective of you out of everyone, so it’s only natural that he’s moody. “Though I hate to admit it…” Jafar pauses, closing his eyes pensively.’

“They are grown up now… And they are able to dress themself…” “Agreed.” Replied Maleficent. “After all, today is about them.” The fae woman smiles, before smirking. “That being said, something dark will suit you nicely…” Jafar looks over at Maleficent in shock. “Warm colors highlight their features more!” “Well actually…” the queens begin to speak up.

Here goes another 2 hours…

#yes the eels are in drag makeup #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #the great 7 parents #urusla x reader #jafar x reader #evil queen x reader #Maleficent x reader #scar x reader #disney hades x reader #disney queen of hearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #epel felmier x reader #jack howl x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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mdhwrites · 4 months

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Is Amity a Good Person?

This is not if she's a well written character. A judgement of that is a part of this but the bigger point is just: Is Amity a 'good' person? Does she appear to actually care about others? Does she choose selflessness over selfishness? Etc. etc.

And part of this is going to be subjective. To some people, not being mean is enough to make someone nice. Other people will ask for a bit more, especially out of a fictional character. Hell, you can even see it with most fictional parties. The lancer character who is meant to contrast against the hero is usually a pretty dickish person but you might still call them good because even if they're cursing while doing it, they are still putting their life at risk in order to save a town or the like. Meanwhile, you probably wouldn't call Vegeta a nice person, even by the time of Dragon Ball Super because he is still mostly selfish, even once he's explicitly no longer trying t get stronger regardless of the consequences to others.

So what does Amity do that is actually nice?

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Oh, were you expecting me to start listing things she does? Because I have bad news for you.

See, one hang up I have with going "Amity always wanted to be a good person and so even if she loses her drive, motivation, etc. she gains the personality of a good person," is that Amity doesn't do fucking anything to earn that. She isn't unpleasant. After S1, she isn't trying to murder people or actively bullying people but like... Cool, you upgraded from Mega Bitch to Background character. Why do you claim that's a new personality instead of the death of one?

Because being a 'good person' is actually more complicated than just not being an asshole. Being nice to your friends? Of course you're nice to your friends. You care about them (put a pin in it). Noticing when your partner is in pain and wanting to help them? You supposedly love that person, much like why you might be nice to family, so OF COURSE, you put in a little extra effort.

A good person, at least in a narrative, doesn't need the excuse. They help because it is the right thing to do and then their personality dictates how they go about doing so. Maybe they write wiki pages to share their knowledge in a free way so people can benefit from it. Maybe they help out at a soup kitchen because it gives them a chance to be more directly kind and they have the time for it. Or maybe it's just that when they see someone who is potentially having problems, they risk whatever it may lead to be asking this complete stranger if they're okay.

Amity doesn't do this. In fact, as far as actually giving a shit about anyone other than Luz, she's AWFUL at it. Hunter is her kindest moment to a theoretical stranger in the series but it is still characterized by her being suspicious, judgemental and not giving him a chance until the dude is suicidal and has drawn a dozen parallels between them. Even then, she does it as part of mimicking Luz, at least with the joke she immediately makes of how 'this always works for Luz'. Then you have poor fucking Willow. This is a girl that Amity abused, especially for her powerlessness and helplessness, for YEARS. Amity even knows explicitly why Willow should hate her. What her crimes are. But... Then 'good person' Amity, showing 'care' for her friend, treats her as powerless after having thought she didn't need to do shit to be allowed to come to Willow for advice (Labyrinth Runner and Falls and Follies respectively). That is TOTALLY someone who always just wanted to be a good person and is dedicating themselves to that instead of any of their old dreams and desires.

The only person or thing she puts any effort into post S1 is Luz. She doesn't care about anyone else besides that. Belittle Eda for not focusing on taking of Luz in a tangible way during Eclipse Lake? Check. Feel justified to give marching orders to literally everyone in the house just because she's Luz's girlfriend during that same episode? Check. Including Willow, who she has done NOTHING to make up for at this point? Check. Hell, even further: Not give a fuck about stopping Boscha while Luz could just step out of the splash zone around Willow during Winging it Like Witches? OF COURSE NOT. She only gets involved once Boscha's only focus is going to be on Luz.

That. Is not. A good person. Not if the only people who matter are those she deems are worthy of mattering. Changing from actively crushing those other people to just being entirely indifferent to them and their plights is not as a big of a deal as you all seem to think it is, not for it to become the only defining trait of a character's personalities and motivations.

Are they evil? Bad? No. But anything beyond nice is giving such a character a LOT of credit. A rogue isn't Robin Hood just because they only steal from the rich. If they're still lining only their pockets and the pockets of their friends with their thievery, they're still selfish and self centered, they just have code. That's called Lawful Neutral, or Lawful Evil, in D&D for a reason. Not any form of good.

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I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

#the owl house criticism #toh critical #toh #the owl house #amity

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serenefify · 2 months

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Hi👋

May I request an interaction with the new character?

I know that dragon boy ain't out yet, but I would like to have your own take about him .

🐰🥕anon.

Synopsis: A quick meal after another fatiguing travel, wouldn't hurt much, right?

{{What in 'hell' is bad?} Pair: Gamigin/You

{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Religious/Biblical reference, OOC (man isn't out yet)

🎗️Author's note: Opening the Tumblr and seeing the new character and the the request, shot me a sudden boast of motivation to do this. Also, he seems like a funky guy with a little enigmatic atmosphere around but hey, he's a dragon so 🤷 I also like the thought of him, calling us master idk.

"You're the infamous descendant of Solomon, right?"

A breeze suddenly passed by, causing you to pause your current action and lower the spoon, turning to look at the person standing before you.

Somehow and somewhere, you always manage to attract a few eyes on your whatever or whenever you go, even here. Followed by numerous devils stalking you, growing bolder and even daring to approach you. You weren't surprised anymore, but you couldn't intently say that you were pleased with the outcome. You had come to that realization the moment you step at the ground of this hellish world, that being a descendant of a long-lost, yet beloved figure could potentially bring consequences, whether deemed to be good or bad.

Paradise Lost, at least from your perspective, seemed far more subdued than the rest of places in Hell. The majority of the devils here appeared calmer, though 'depressed' and 'gloomy' were more fitting descriptions for them, rarely exhibiting erratic behavior on a daily basis or just from mundane actions. You had thought the moment of respite would finally bestow to you.

But, oh boy, you should really stop wishing at this point.

In this situation, you weren't sure if it was the latter or the former.

A staff was suddenly slammed onto your table, causing your food to rattle to the ground. Following this, a man leaned down, invading your vision with a grin as he propped his elbow on the table and rested his head. His crystal eyes roamed over your figure, taking in every inch before releasing a boisterous laugh. "Wow, you're far smaller than I originally imagined!" he continued to cackle loudly, earning a few odd glances from nearby patrons and passersby. It almost seemed like he was mocking you, if it weren't for the genuine sound of his laughter. However, you weren't pleased with the sudden attention being brought upon you.

Feeling a mixture of annoyance and discomfort, you resisted the urge to react impulsively. Instead, you maintained your composure, meeting his gaze with a cool stare. Ignoring the man's laughter, you inquired him if there was something he needed, or simply here to disrupt your meal.

His laughter subsided slightly as he straightened up, his grin fading into a smirk. "Just curious, that's all," he replied, his tone tinged with amusement. "I've heard quite a bit about you, descendant of Solomon. Thought I'd see for myself what all the fuss is about." You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at conversation. In the corner of your vision, you swear, you catch a scaly appendage wagging behind his legs. But it's probably just your eyes, playing with you...

Well, now he has seen you. If he excuses himself, you'd like to finish your meal in peace.

With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned your attention back to your food, hoping the man would take the hint and leave you alone. However, judging by the mischievous glint in his eyes, it seemed unlikely that he would give up that easily.

As you resumed eating, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized. The presence of the man lingered like an unwelcome shadow, casting a pall over what should have been a peaceful meal.

Just as you were starting to relax again, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Sighing inwardly, you turned to face the man once more, only to find him standing uncomfortably close, his grin wider than before. "Sorry to interrupt your meal again," he said, though his tone betrayed no hint of genuine remorse. "But I couldn't help but notice your lack of 'energy'. Are you always this aloof, or is it just with me?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Dealing with this persistent stranger was proving to be more tiresome than you had anticipated. You prefer to keep to yourself. your words were curt and dry. Hoping to prevent any further conversation. To your dismay, the man seemed undeterred. Leaning in even closer, he lowered his voice to a whisper. His large earrings make a light jiggling sound "I understand. But you might find it beneficial to have allies in a place like this. After all, you never know when you might need someone to watch your back."

You regarded him with perplexity and annoyance, unsure of his motives. Despite his seemingly friendly demeanor, there was something about him that set off alarm bells in your mind. But before you could respond, he straightened up and flashed you another grin.

"Well, I'll leave you to enjoy your meal in peace," he said, though his departure seemed more like a temporary than a permanent. With a final nod, he scattered off, leaving you to ponder his cryptic words and-

Wait....

...He left his staff behind

#🎗️.admin writing #what in “hell” is bad?#whb x reader #🐰🥕.anon

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blue-rose-soul · 2 months

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I just love your au! <3 <3 <3

The early 1900s seems like a pretty religion time period seems like a particularly religious time period. I was just wondering if Nicaise ever got her memories back how would she react to finding out that the angel she spent the night with was actually the king of hell?

Thank you very much! <3 <3 <3

I was actually thinking about this a bit last night. This is probably a good time to mention that I decided Nicaise was Catholic, as well as both of her parents, but her mother grew up with vodou and taught Alastor about it when he was very young, before she passed away.

(Now just pretend like I know the first thing about Catholicism despite being raised Christian.)

Even before she got her memories back, Nicaise spent over a century up in Heaven with the feeling that something wasn't quite right and that the Heavenborn were keeping something from the winners. It's honestly not too hard for her to accept that things aren't exactly as she was taught in the church. Learning that Lucifer was actually a fairly likeable guy was a shock, but one she adjusted to easily.

Getting her memories back and learning that he's the father of her child was another matter.

I don't think Nicaise ever had any real resentment towards Alastor's father for leaving. The met in the middle of Mardi Gras. They got wasted. These things happen. Even though when he was a young boy, she told Alastor stories about his dad being an 'angel' and said he was watching them, Nicaise was fairly sure she'd hallucinated Lucifer's wings when she saw him flop out the window in a drunken stupor. She just thought it made for a nice story.

Oh! But it turns out he really was an angel! Which, she's already come to realize, aren't all perfect beings. In fact, it seems like angels can be just as big fuck ups as humans. Okay. Cool. But he's not just any angel, oh no, he is Lucifer fucking Morningstar himself. Also, he and Satan are two different people, who knew? But back to the last point...

So the father of her child is the Prince of Darkness, the Accuser, the Tempter (hah!), the Great Dragon, the Ancient Serpent. And he is a silly little man with cute, rosy cheeks and an obsession with ducks. Nicaise has to take a moment and have a laugh about the fact that her parents would keel over double dead if they knew, which is motivation enough to get back up to Heaven to tell them. Then she has to stop and ask if that means that Alastor is the anti-Christ. Lucifer assures her that, no, that isn't really a thing, and even if it was Charlie came about a hundred years earlier than Alastor. No end of days. So, that's a relief.

Nicaise mostly finds humor in the situation. She jokes that, hey, at least she can brag she banged the devil. But she also feels guilty, since she wouldn't have come on to him if she'd known he was married. Either she didn't notice Lucifer's wedding ring in her drunken state, or Lucifer took it off himself to keep it safe in all the chaos. It was the right move, given he lost his hat, his jacket, and a shoe that night.

#ask #anonymous #Hazbin Hotel #the Devil's Bastard AU #Nicaise (Hazbin Hotel OC)#Alastor's mother #Lucifer Morningstar #Nicaise's parents: THE DEVIL WILL KILL THE GRACE OF GOD IN YOUR SOUL THEN DRAG YOU TO HELL #Nicaise: He's just a silly little guy. And I went to Hell of my own accord.#Lucifer and Nicaise both brag about their sex lives #Charlie and Alastor both cringe

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tagedeszorns · 2 years

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It's the Imperial Palace-Halloween-Party and Alpharius/Omegon have just arrived!

Nobody knows what their costumes are referencing (the ancient terran texts they are based on are very obscure), but that's exactly how they like it: Being their own meme suits them very well.

Fulgrim is pissed, because he wanted to do a cool couple's costume with Ferrus, but being the piece of slag the Lord of the tenth is, he went with a boring "Error 404 costume not found"-shirt. So Fulgrim latched onto Perturabo, who, of course, dressed up as daVinci. So now there's daVinci and the phoenician-Mona Lisa.

Russ read an ancient terran text, too, but mixed it up. He is dressed up as "Riding Hood the Killer of the forest" accompanied by his Lumberjack- and Granny-wolf. Both wolves ate their costumes within minutes. Bjorn flatly refused to dress up as sidekick "kid" and therefore had to stay outside.

Since Lorgar already looks like the Emperor, he dressed up as their father and now is patronizing everybody just like the original. He forced Kor Phaeron to wear a Malcador-costume, too. No one would have thought it, but they are actually hilarious and very amusing in their roles. Amusing enough that the real Malcador can only with difficulty stop the real Emperor from angrily throwing papier-mâché pumpkins at his seventeenth son.

Vulkan loves his Godzilla-costume, because this pre-unification terran god (it had to be a god, since there were so many little statues!) is so damn cute! And kind of a dragon!

Then he spots Mortarion as Mothra and tackles him in a hug, since they both chose that ancient myth, oh glory day!

Magnus decided on a stage magician-costume, but every time he asks one of his brothers to "think of a number, I'll tell you which one you thought of!" or "pick a card and put it back into the pile!", they just go "Bro, you're a Psyker, that's nothing special!".

Curze is sulking beneath the buffet-table, because all the comments he gets on his very authentic "toatally normal imperial writing clerk"-costume are "Serial killer! They look just like everybody else, don't they!".

There he's joined by Stormseer Targutai, who brought a big plate of everything down under the table with him. Jaghatai wanted to dress up as one of the most famous race horses in terran history, Nijinsky, and so he needed two more legs. Since Targutai is way too good-natured to refuse, he humoured his Khan - at least for about ten minutes. Then he wandered off, spotting the buffet table. Now the back-half of a horse is happily munching on fingerfood, sharing it with a sweater-vest-clad Night Haunter.

About an hour into the party, the two are getting more company, as Corvus appears under the table as well. He shares Curze's fate, since everybody is mistaking his thoughtfully build (yet horribly sewn) Rosa Luxemburg-costume for Mary Poppins. How can it be nobody is recognizing one of the most courageous revolutionaries terra ever produced? It can't be because Raven Guard suck at anything artsy-crafty. No.

The only one of the brothers wo bothered himself with reading about classic terran Halloween-customs is, of course, Guilliman. But unfortunately for him, the texts are very old and very fragmented, so all he could take away was "scary things, but make it slutty". His zombie-make-up and fishnet-stockings are still getting him quite a few admiring (it has to be meant admiring!) comments, though.

It's a little bit frustrating for Dorn, that he really did his best with a "very dangerous inwittian predatory cat-like monster"-costume, but all of his brothers just want to cuddle the incredibly adorable furry-thing that's sweating like hell next to any open window he can find.

Sanguinius has plastered himself with about a hundred goggly eyes of all sizes, because he wanted to look like an angel. Surprisingly it isn't working. But Magnus is squinting at him, muttering "You look like someone I know, but I can't remember for the life of me ...."

Horus employed three of the mournival for a clever group-costume (he thinks it's clever). They are impersonating one of the most famous para-military strike-teams of ancient Terra. Now the Warmaster is sporting a big grin and a cigar, while Abaddon is visibly seething, because he wanted to be "the pretty one", but instead has to wear about a ton of gold chains, while Aximand is constantly telling him, having to wear a blonde wig is not that funny, either. Loken and Tarik played rock-paper-scissors for the remaining spot, Gavriel lost (on purpose) and now Torgaddon is very happy with a baseball hat and the license to behave crazy (within limits).

Angron is running around naked, bodypainted very green, yelling at everybody "I'M SHREK, GOD OF ORK!!!! WAAAAHHHG!!". The palace serving staff is now hiding from him. He counts this as a win. He makes no effort to explain why he is naked.

The Lion is pondering joining team "under the table", since Vulkan has spotted his very authentic Saint George-costume and continues to pounce at him, happily exclaiming "I'm a dragon, fight me!".

Now I have written an incredibly long text, although I only had the idea of drawing Alpharius and Omegon as Spy vs Spy. But that was fun! The Imperial Halloween Party is sure to be a great success.

Also, it seems Horus' costume isn't that obvious. Well ... 😊

#Warhammer #Spy vs Spy #Mad Magazine #Alpha Legion #Halloween #Primarchs #Imperial Palace #Horus Heresy #Alpharius #Omegon #All the Primarchs

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foap-enjoyer · 6 months

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2023 Halloween funny moments.

Bit of a different kind of post than normal, but I just wanted to share with the world.

I answer my door each year on Halloween (In the UK) with my many, many animals (snakes, lizards, spiders, ect), and these are some of the best responses I've gotten to each animal this specific year:

With pictures!

So trigger warning for snakes/lizards/cockroaches/tarantulas.

Lizard (Bearded dragon) (adult) - Is that a gecko? - Oh mum look, it's a... it's... a dinosaur? - Oh wow, that's cool. It's a Komodo lizard thing, right? - Mum! Mum look! He has an armadillo-thingy! - Oh my teacher used to have one of those. It died, I think. - It licked me IT LICKED ME I'M GOING TO DIE - Oh my God it's ACE, HI ACE I KNOW YOU (People know my lizard more than me..)

Snake (Royal 'ball' Python) (adult) - Holy SHIT - Get that thing away FROM MEEEE - Why would you own one of those. Respectfully, Mr.. snake.. owner, sir? - That's one wicked worm my guy - Is it a boa constrictor? I know snakes really well. - I WANNA HOLD IT MUM CAN I HOLD IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE - I like snakes. They like violence, like me. ("Oh, actually he's very shy and gentle...") I don't like this snake. - MUM IT'S THE SNAKE MAN! (I'm well known in these parts as the 'reptile man' haha)

~ Snake (Hognose snake) (adult) - Why can't I hold this snake? ("Because he's very mean. He eats children") *cries* ("Only bad children, I promise!") *cries harder* - He's ginger! Ewwww! - He's very small... But it's the personality that counts, hey mate? - It's a cornsnake! With a.. oh. It's nose is deformed. Was it inbred?

~ Tarantula (Nhandu Chromatus/Brazillian Red 'n' white) (adult) - FUCK NO. FUCK. NO. - PISS OF YA DAFT CUNT (To the spider, not me... I think?) - Is it fluffy? Like a dog, I mean. It looks spiky, like a hedgehog. - Can I hold it? ("No, I'm sorry, they're fragile) Wow I've been lied to I thought they were tough as hell. - You, yeah both of you, you've got issues. - It looks like a Tony or something. Is it called Tony? - That fuckers bigger than my face, you feed him fingers or something?

~ Tarantula (Brachypelma hamorii/Mexican red knee) (baby) - Oh my God... You know what? That's kind of cute. - Mum, can we get one? "Fuck no, Tyler." - It's... what exactly does it do ("Nothing?") well that's boring. - It at least looks cuter than the house-spider I let stay in the corner of my room. He's called Terry.

~ Madagascan hissing cockroaches (adults) - Why would you own these. - Oh these are those hissing ones... Why aren't they hissing? - It bit me ("It's just her legs holding on") damn gurl you got some daggers on your feet - Can I steal them - Can I eat them - Can I take a selfie with them? - What are their names? ("Oh they're named after Mario princesses-") DAMN where's Princess Peach? PEACH?? PEACH WHERE ARE YOU?! (Don't worry, he found Peach, Peach is the third one. Yes, I can tell them apart)

Just a small reminder that I am an actual professional with these animals and I don't recommend doing this for Halloween unless you know what you're doing and, more importantly, know your animal (especially with tarantulas!). I did not let any child or adult hold my tarantulas nor my hognose (They're venomous, even if it's a small dose, allergic reactions may occur), and I know my python well enough to know he'll never strike, same with my beardie.

These are, also, not the only animals I have. I have thirteen in total :)

Just a lil notice! All fun though! Hope you enjoyed!

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ellekhen · 28 days

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Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 39 - To Be Born Anew

Chapter Summary: A harrowing situation leads to another complicated revelation for Church. The scouting party makes their way back to camp… and Church finds someone waiting for him.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 177K+ words; Chapters 39/54

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“What did you all get up to while we were gone?” Church asks conversationally, working out some blood matted in his hair with a grimace.

“Oh, you know,” Astarion drawls, reaching over to help him with a disapproving hum. “Wyll got eaten by a dragon, Karlach went to finishing school, Shadowheart converted to a Selûnite, and I got betrothed to an Amnian merchant prince.”

“Knew I’d be missing all the fun,” Church grins at him, wading over to rinse underneath the waterfall. “…think that prince could use a concubine?”

Astarion throws his head back in a laugh, and when he looks at Church again it’s with an odd expression — something fond, soft…

…and curious.

“Hang on,” Astarion frowns as the tiefling returns. “You’ve got a little something on your…”

He reaches over to brush his thumb against the stinging skin of the tiefling’s forehead, and Church flinches away abruptly, self-consciously shielding his face.

“What’s wrong?” Astarion asks, taken aback.

Well, it wasn’t like he was going to be able to hide it, Church reminds himself. He lowers his hands sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s just… I’m still getting used to it,” he laughs nervously. “Come take a closer look?”

He beckons Astarion towards him, his heart fluttering as the elf leans quite close to his face, scrutinizing him as those cool hands gently tilt his head to catch the burgeoning sunlight.

“Scales?” Astarion utters in surprise. “Those are new.”

“Yes, they are. So things got… dicey on the road,” Church wheedles.

This moment is so nice — the last thing he wants to do is trouble Astarion with the dramatic details. He doesn’t know how much he should share anyway with the rest of the crew. After all, there are things he hasn’t even disclosed to the companions that witnessed most of it to begin with.

And so, he lies.

“I had to call upon my mo — my patron. And, through a series of, er, events, I guess my body decided to go through second puberty and let the latent draconic bloodline awaken? That’s how she described it, anyway.”

Astarion looks at him, intrigued. “Draconic? Really?”

“I mean, you don’t see the family resemblance?” Church says dryly, gesturing at his horns. “But yes, here I am, a distant descendant of both a devil and a dragon.”

“Sounds like your ancestors had one hell of a night,” the elf smirks.

“Most likely,” Church grins at that. “Anyway, I was born with magic. My patron just taught me how to use it — hone it into something to help me survive pitchforks and diabolists. So it seems I’m somewhat of a latent sorcerer.”

He demonstrates with a little cantrip of dancing lights around his fingers.

“I feel more in tune with my magic than ever before,” he continues to reassure his companion with a half-lie. “I never realized that my head had been so… foggy before now.”

That part, at least, is true.

“The scales were an unfortunate side effect. They itch like hell, and…” he stammers, still feeling the elf’s hypnotic gaze penetrating into him. “They’re a little odd. I’m not sure how I feel—”

Astarion cradles Church’s jaw, pressing a lingering kiss to his sensitive temple.

“You’re beautiful,” the elf murmurs, pulling away.

Church feels his face heat as he looks slowly, fully up at the elf.

That felt different from Astarion’s typical indulgent flattery. This close, his eyes seem earnest. His breath catches a little — as if in quiet awe. They both wade close, naked, and vulnerable together in the spring — no airs of anything left between them.

No, you’re the beautiful one, Church thinks dully. Maybe he can blame the parasites for apparently turning his brain to sludge…

“You’re different, somehow,” he mutters instead after a moment. “What changed?”

He watches in amazement as Astarion slowly places his hand fully over the tiefling’s racing heart, long-lashed eyes closing for just a moment.

“I missed you,” Astarion confesses, voice breaking.

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lovemesomeeddiemunson · 2 years

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Jealous Cookie

Summary: You appear to be spoken for, but Eddie wants you to be his. He risks telling you so.

F! Reader Insert, 2454 Words

Warning: Minor ST spoilers ahead. Food mentions. Mentions of drugs and drinking. Cursing. You’re a part of Hellfire club and have minimal baking skills. Smidgen of angst with a fluffy ending.

Authors Note: Jake is actually Jake Ryan - as in 16 candles’ Jake Ryan. I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

Eddie had tried unsuccessfully now to ask you out a total of three separate times.

Well, tried, was putting it generously. What really happened was that Eddie had come to you, casually inquiring about your plans for the evening - only for you to have already made them.

It was his own damn fault really. He was apprehensive about asking you out on a proper date, waiting for the last minute, always, to ask instead what your night would entail.

The first two times had been just dumb luck - you happened to have made plans with Robin one day. The other, you had a shift at work.

But this time…Eddie’s hopes were dashed.

He’d asked what you’d be getting up to that night, as usual, only for you to shrug, saying “Nothing really. Was gonna cuddle up with Jake, maybe watch a movie.”

Eddie’s heart sank.

Jake, who the hell was Jake? In his short time knowing you, he had not heard you mention him even once.

Now here you were, hugging your binder to your chest with a smile curling around the corners of your lips, all at the thought. Unmistakable hearts in your eyes.

“Oh…cool.” Eddie forced himself to grin - just a small, tight one as he bit back the bitter jealousy. “Have fun.” He adds, the words sounding insincere but he can’t help that.

You smile - a genuine one, eyes crunching together in confusion when he suddenly turns and flees with his tail between his legs.

After that, Eddie suddenly finds himself hearing about Jake much more often. Little snippets here and there.

“…We weren’t at lover’s lake for an hour before Jake was dragging me out to skull rock.” You laugh at the audacity, a knowing smile on Steve’s lips as he restocks videos, making a joke about how you at least had someone to go to skull rock with. It made you giggle hysterically. Made Eddie sick.

“…Jake’s birthday is coming up, I was thinking about baking him some pumpkin cookies. What do you think?” You asked Gareth, who thought that Jake might like peanut butter better. You ultimately decided to try your hand at both and Eddie wanted to bang his head against his locker. You had brought him cookies before, but you’d never had to stress about what kind - you knew the kind of cookies he liked. They were your favorites too.

“…My parents are out of town, so Jake and I will have the house to ourselves.” He couldn’t even tell you who you were talking to at that time. It didn’t matter. That one fucking hurt. Eddie lost sleep that night, thinking about all the things you two could possibly get up to in an empty house. He had to stop himself - hide his keys from himself and get stoned and drunk out of his mind to keep from driving over to your place.

It leaves him bitter and miserable. Here you were, his literal dream girl, just out of reach.

And you were doing things for Jake, with Jake, that he wanted to do with you.

Still, he tells himself that as long as you're happy…repeating the thought like a mantra as he starts to withdraw from you in the coming days and weeks. A fact which does not go unnoticed, and frustrates you to no end.

You’re close to a confrontation when you join him at the Hellfire club table as usual. He isn’t looking at you - he’s engrossed in some Newsweek, reading from it aloud in a deep theatrical voice.

"The Devil has come to America." He thunders, voice taking on a much more teasing lilt as he continues.

"Dungeons and Dragons…at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned…Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even,” he smacks the magazine down on the table, his tongue sticking out, lowering his voice into a mocking rasp. “Murder.”

The group at the table laugh, trays clattering as Dustin and Mike join you all.

“You know that’s all bullshit.” You tell Eddie, who crosses his arms over his chest.

“Society has to blame something. We're an easy target.” One of your fellow club members laments.

Eddie frowns deeper. “Exactly. W-We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.” He looks at him, head tilting to the side as he adds, “But!” Smacking his hand against the table as he swung a leg up onto it, walking with deliberate theatrical steps.

“As long as you're into band…or science…or parties.” He sneers, ignoring the finger it gets him, cupping his hands around his mouth to yell. “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

“Loser!” Someone calls as Jason Carver stands up, shouting back. “You want something, freak?”

Eddie throws up devil horns atop his head, spluttering with his tongue in demonic fashion. You giggle along with the others at the sight, as Jason stared uncomfortably.

Eddie slowly lowered his hands as Jason muttered “Prick.” Sitting back down without a confrontation.

That was too bad. Eddie wouldn’t mind starting a fight right now. It would be a nice physical outlet for all his pent up frustrations.

But he wouldn’t goad the jocks any further - instead he plastered a small smile to his face, and turned back around, slowly walking the table back towards his seat.

“It's forced conforming.” He declares. “That's what's…” charged, launching himself to the ground. “…killing the kids!” Nearly giving a teacher a heart attack, his arms bent behind his back.

Most of the people your age are ignoring his small show, especially the cheerleaders that he gives a faux bow for as they pass. Forever the gentleman, even all worked up like this.

“That's the real monster.” He continues, dropping back down into his seat and popping a pretzel in his mouth.

“So, uh, speaking of monsters,” Dustin has a way with timing. “Uh, Lucas has to do his, uh, balls-in-laundry-baskets game. So…” Dustin laughs nervously, “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.”

Eddie glares at Dustin as he continues. “And I know there's no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and Mike, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that maybe we might…”

Eddie pops another one of the pretzels, waiting impatiently.

“Postpone.” Mike finishes for Dustin. Protests quickly ring out, to which Eddie silences them all.

“Shut up!” He yells, waving his hand erratically. “You saying Sinclair's been taken in by the dark side?”

“Uh, something like that.” Mike admits.

Eddie harshly throws the pretzel currently in his hand. “Something like that?” He mocks.

“Jesus Christ.” Dustin balked.

Eddie makes sure he’s hearing this correctly. “And rather than find a sub for him, you want… you want to postpone "The Cult of Vecna"?”

“I…I don't want to postpone it. We don't want to postpone it.” Mike flounders as Eddie pushes back his chair with a scrape, standing up.

“It's just that, you know, most of the subs will be at the championship game.” Mike tried.

Eddie’s hair flies as he whips around. “Oh, it's the championship game?”

Mike is confused. “Yeah.”

“Can I level with you?” Eddie’s eyes narrow. “Jeff and Y/N graduate this year. Gareth's got, what? A year and a half?” He points you all out, hands pointing to himself as he goes on.

“Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O'Donnell's.” His hips jut forward, legs shaking with anticipation. “If I don't blow her final, I'm gonna walk that stage next month,” the guys chuckle. “I'm gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye,” he turns slowly. “I'm gonna flip him the bird,” thrusts his middle finger in the air slowly and deliberately. “I'm gonna snatch that diploma and I'm gonna run like hell outta here.” He makes a small loop to the laughter of his devotees.

“Didn't you say that last year?” Gareth questions.

“And the year before that?” Jeff snickers.

He comes bounding back. “Yeah, yeah, and I was full of shit. This year's different. This year is my year. I can feel it. '86, baby.” He grins wildly, winking at you.

“You know what that means?” He saunters over and lays his hands on Dustin and Mike as they shake their heads. “It means you boys are the future of Hellfire. I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like…looking like two little lost sheep.”

He looks at Dustin. “You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave.”

“Thank you?” Dustin mumbles.

“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap.” The table bursts into laughter, the loudest bray coming from Dustin.

Eddie yanks the boys to their feet. “And we showed you that school didn't have to be the worst years of your lives, right?” He asks them.

They shake their heads. “No.”

“Well, I'm here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help.” He surveys the cafeteria. “Who need you. And all you guys gotta do is get your Bo-Peeps on and go and find one.” He shoved them roughly before sauntering back to his seat.

The two scramble off, off to complete their mission.

Then Eddie addresses you as he takes his seat once again. “You-” he jerks his head at you over the crunch of a pretzel. “You’ve been surprisingly quiet, Y/N.”

“Just taking in the show.” You smile at him. He could live off that damn smile. But then the bell rings, and both of your smiles fall. You sigh. “Kinda missed seeing your performances lately.” You tell him as you walk away.

Eddie feels bad. He struggles all day with how to fix things between you. He even bounces ideas off of Chrissy Cunningham when the two - surprisingly - bond over a drug deal.

Chrissy insists that he tell you everything. Saying you deserve to have all the facts rather than some bullshit excuse.

He leaves her with the weed and a promise to repay her somehow for being so kind. She promises she’ll take him up on it - ideas already as she looks at the marijuana she hopes will be strong enough to last until she can cash in his promise.

That night after Hellfire Eddie asks you to hang back, the kids whooping and cheering as they leave, Erica Sinclair in tow.

You stay, confusion evident on your face as Eddie hides his nervous smile behind a piece of hair bashfully. “I…feel like I owe you an explanation about why I’ve been so…dodgy.”

That peaks your interest, and you settle down in the seat you had occupied earlier in the night. Gesturing for him to continue. “I’m all ears.”

Eddie opens his mouth, the speech he has rehearsed in his head beforehand completely forgotten. Instead of all that, he tells you simply, “I was…jealous.”

“Jealous?” You don’t understand.

“Yeah you see uh, the thing is…I really like spending time with you. Like a lot. And it…even just the thought of someone else getting to…to…I don’t know. To cuddle up with movies…spend the day at the lake…be at your place while your parents are gone, it…it drives me crazy to even think about.”

Why did that sound like…your eyes narrowed. Eddie winces “I mean I was really struggling Y/N, thinking that you had someone else to do all that for you. Especially with you being just so sweet, and you - for Christ’s sake you’re so thoughtful, and you were worried about what cookies to bake him.”

“You got jealous of cookies?” You repeat.

“Yeah.” He admits. “Here you were going out of your way, and worrying because you didn’t know what kind of cookies he would even like!”

“Well I - it’s not like we’ve talked about it.” You say incredulously.

“You and I talk about everything.” He pointed out.

“What…what’s your point, Eddie?” You press.

“I-I don’t know. I’m a…jealous mess and I…I guess I just, I want to be the one to spend all this time with you and be on the receiving end of your affections and just…we know each other…so I felt like we would be the perfect match and…”

“Eddie?” You’re dumbfounded.

“Shit. I…I’m not explaining this very well.” He sighed. “I just…you should be with me.”

Your jaw drops. You can’t help it. “I…Am I dreaming?” You ask.

Eddie is confused. “Do you normally dream about me embarrassing myself in front of you?”

You shake your head. “No, you’re right…if this was a dream we probably already would have gotten to the good part.”

“The good part?” Eddie asks incredulously. You flush. You hadn’t meant to come out with all that.

“So,” you change the subject. “Let me get this straight you…you think I should be with you?”

“I do…I…I really like you, Y/N and I…I know I could treat you right.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you sigh. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You're ecstatic, but Eddie pouts. He thinks he’s too late.

“I was nervous at first. And then there was everything with Jake and I just-”

“Jake?” You gasp incredulously. He’d been hinting around it earlier, but now he’d said it outright. Everything becomes much clearer.

He nods. “I tried to tell myself to leave it alone, so you two could be happy, but it was eating me alive-”

“Eddie!” You gasp. “You’ve got it all wrong. Jake and I aren’t dating!

His eyebrows draw together in confusion. “You’re not?”

“No!” You laugh at the thought. “Oh, Eddie…is that what all this was about? You thought I was dating Jake?” You press your lips together. “I guess I shouldn’t laugh. I could see…where you would have been confused but…Eddie…Jake’s my dog.” You admit cheekily.

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Jake…is a dog.”

You nod. “Yes. My dog.”

Eddie is…relieved. “So…you…”

You nod again.

Eddie can’t help himself, he takes your face in his hands and he kisses you.

His heart feels like it’s going to nearly hammer out of his chest when he pulls away, his eyes wide at his own sudden bold move.

He wants to apologize immediately but you’re smiling. He had kissed you and it made you smile.

“So um, my parents are out of town again, do you wanna come over?” You question, and Eddie feels a massive relief that you are asking him.

“I get to meet Jake?” He smiles teasingly.

You let out a short laugh. “Oh no, Jake gets to meet you. He’s heard all about the man who jumps on cafeteria tables.”

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie the banished #chrissy cunningham #Eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things fic #stranger things #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #jealous eddie

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tobiasdrake · 3 months

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After much chasing, what do we have for a boss?

Is the lifesaver Wentworth? I want Wentworth to like me. I want so bad for Wentworth to like me. He's so cool. ._. And I would like for the Warrior Cook's efforts in taming him to not end in stabbing.

Oh, that will be a piece of cake, then. I'm good at stabbing fireballs.

Uh. H... Heeeeeeey buddy... Uh... Are we... are we cool?

WENTWORTH NO I NEED THAT FOR STANDING

Dragon fighting pro-tip: DO NOT DO WHATEVER I'M FUCKING DOING RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA

Oh so this is what he meant by "attack the fireballs". Easy enough to forge a path via twirly-doos!

Gotta remember to write that down. "A dragon's greatest weakness: Excessive twirly-doos".

IF YOU'D STOP GETTING BACK UP I WOULDN'T HAVE TO KEEP DOING IT

This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you, Wentworth. So, so much more. You've killed me three times.

OH FUCK ME Did I just kill him?

It's okay. I don't think Luana cares as much about you as the Artificer so I should be in--

...or I uncursed him by hitting him really hard. Huh. Guess that's all you needed to do.

That the Warrior Cook was able to tame him without actually breaking his curse in the process honestly makes that accomplishment even more impressive.

Ago. You were watching me a long time ago. It's been Ambiguous Length of Time since the halcyon days of you stabbing me in the junk.

Things are different now. I have a cool hat. Care to try your luck?

...disguise?

<.< >.> Do I... Do I know... anybody? Monkshroom? Necromancer?

Are you the Shopkeeper? Him and Quarble are the only people I have a close, personal relationship with. Have you been popping out of the shop to stab me in the junk periodically?

Because that... does sound like something he'd do. Between you and me, I don't think he likes me very much. But it's okay because he might be an assclown.

...

Aephorul? Are you Aephorul? Because if you are, you've seriously let yourself go if you're having a hard time throwing hands with me. Did Luana, Solen, and the Warrior Cook beat you so hard that you're still broken and battered to this day?

Oh. Butt gravy. No, uh... *finger snap snap snap* Bug raver. You were an inspiration to Luana until you ruined her birthday party. You were basically Erlina's +1, more than a significant participant in events yourself. Kinda like Solen; At least, according to Luana's telling of the story.

Vaguely? Honestly, I don't know why you bothered disguising yourself, man. All of you demons blur together. And it's not like we've been doing anything different from what we would be doing if you'd come after me openly.

Wait a minute, you said you're "now certain" that you can take me. Does that mean you were on the fence before? I know I might be ninja trained and all that but I cannot stress enough how just some guy I am.

I actually had you quaking in your cloven hooves, that day at the ninja village? You needed all this time to work up the nerve to fight me for real? Because man, that does not speak well of your abilities. Luana wrote that you two traded down when you became demons and I'm starting to see it now.

In any case, you made mistakes. You should have come at me full throttle when you had the chance. But now, I'm more than some guy. I'm some guy with a hat. And I'm going to carve out your throat you miserable piece of--

FUCK. Gravity. My hat is powerless against its iron grip!

Okay, I was in freefall for about 2-3 minutes and I'm still not sure how I managed to go straight from the stratosphere to Hell without running into anything, land or ocean, between.

...I'm sure this is fine.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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mega-ringsandthings-world · 5 months

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Ok, ok, glad you liked the art! There's more to come because I am full of ideas and sadness! Prepare!

Anywho, now that I have rambled about the boys a lot (and trust me, there's definitely more where that came from), I thought I'd take a change of pace and focus on others.

Like Buggy. What we know is he escapes, possibly due to running away (which will probably haunt him forever) or getting saved by someone. He does meet someone, as you've said before, but who? Could it be Dragon? Does our greedy, narcissistic clown somehow become a revolutionary? Maybe it's a marine. Did a marine see this kid and go, "Screw it, I'm not killing kids," and let him go? Does he run into Smoker? Start a traumatize boy band (now I wanna write the fic we’re buggy and smoker run into each other after lougetown.) Or is it someone else, someone I wouldn't have guessed in a million years? Doflamingo, perhaps? That would be the meeting from hell. One of the other would-be warlords? And what happens to him? Does he spend the next two years trying to help Shanks in any way he can? Does he do mostly what he's done in canon and go for the One Piece? Or is he a warlord? Did he make deals with the world government for Shanks? ‘Gasp’ I'm gasping at nothing but thinky thoughts, but eh, I'll just throw some crazy in there for fun.

Also, are you going to add pirates we know to Loguetown who get caught, aside from the characters we already know? There are a few characters we see in canon that could be the right age to have been around. You could just slip them in there to add more people to the "Fun Time with World Government!™️" and more people Shanks and Mihawk can bounce off of while captured and once they get out. You said that they won't trust anyone who didn't go through what they went through, so not a lot of allies or having civil conversations. But maybe that's the point... oh well, whatever you do, I'm sure I'll love it.

Also, this pirate generation needs a name. If the last generation were the Great Pirates, maybe this generation could be the Silenced Generation? And later, after the two years, the Monster Generation.

And propaganda, does Roger's message about the One Piece get out there like it did in the main timeline? Not a lot of people escaped from the excision, so that's not a lot of people to spread the word. Is the World Government suppressing it after all? They didn't mean for Roger to tell the crowd, so why in hell would they want that driving force that created pirates who are specifically seeking a piece of the Void Century and possibly information on Joy Boy or Nika? So, do they turn it into, instead of a last word, a rumor? Like Davy Jones or Nolan and his Sky Island, like it's a fun bedtime story but nothing that's actually real.

Those are all the questions I have today hopefully I’ll get you that new art out soon no promises but I will try! Seriously thanks for indulging my asks, I know you don’t ow me any of you time and it’s cool that you’ve given me some. Anyways off to dreamland for me!

Prepared and so excited! See, with Buggy, it's a mess. If this AU is the sort-of inverse of canon events, Buggy has to keep his beef with Shanks. That happens because Shanks is the one who saves him. He gets him to safety, and then gets himself caught to lead the marines away from him. But from Buggy's perspective, Shanks abandoned him. Which. He's going to spend his time torn between grief/worry/resentment and thinking Shanks got what he deserved, (because Buggy is vindictive like that) only to find out how wrong he was. During the end of the two years, he's going to try to help Shanks, though. Him and Smoker do meet, Smoker being the one to spur him into helping Shanks. Smoker is going to go the way of Vergo in this AU, at least as far as the marines are concerned. Dragon is going to pick up some key players, (wink, wink) and he would save a child. So that's Buggy, even though Buggy doesn't espouse revolutionary ideas. (and Buggy would be even more obsessed with the one piece, it's his way of coping) And here's the thing, once what the marines are doing starts coming out, there's going to be an alliance between the revolutionaries and pirates to protect themselves. Because after the marines get information out of the captured pirates, they will start hunting the free ones. Benn Beckmann is already around, and some other characters will come sooner, some later. Garp is going to be the one who brings Mihawk and Shanks and some of those characters together. It will take them a long time to trust anyone else, but they will. And the pirates who weren't captured but were still hunted count as having a shared experience in their books. As well as the people who have been hurt by or due to the government, especially children. (wink, wink) I was thinking the Ghost generation! Since the marines kept an entire swathe of these people in captivity for two-three years, living as nothing more than ghosts. The one piece declaration did get out, though yes, the WG is trying to make it seems like nothing more than the ravings of a madman. It still becomes a substantial rumor, though, because it's something for the the pirates left to cling onto while they are being hunted. And the WG also wants the one piece. So it's them, and not the pirates that initially began the search. They go out systematically raiding pirate ships and hideouts and work their way up from there. When Mihawk and Shanks get out, Shanks kicks off the real pirate hunt by confirming Roger's last words. Which he does for Buggy's sake. No rush! And you're welcome! Ask away as much as you want, my mind is full of this and I'll literally talk forever if given the chance!

#one piece #op #opla #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #hawkeye mihawk #red haired shanks #mihawk one piece #shanks one piece #mishanks #mihawk x shanks #op marines #loguetown au

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elliotemerson · 2 years

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1. Fever | Eddie Munson x Reader

Authors note: Hi, this is my first public fanfic ever, based off my POV series that did quite well on TikTok! Every video will be a different chapter and a different post (still gotta figure out how Tumblr works so advice is always welcome). I don't often write full on stories, so please bear with me :)

Tags: No usage of y/n, neutral pronouns (except for in this first video, the rest is also neutral), fluff.

Word count: 1324

Hope you like it!

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You've been wanting to play D&D for ages. You got several sheets laying around your room of potential characters with the craziest backstories. But the people around you never really wanted to start a campaign with you. It just wasn't for them. Which is fine, but still. The newspapers having several articles headlining "Board Game Downfall of Youth", and not to forget the best (or worst) one "Dungeons & Dragons to Drugs & Death" didn't really help finding yourself a willing bunch of friends. Well, that until some scrawny kid approached you after class today.

"Hey! Are you the one from Mrs. Campbell's history class?"

You quickly glance behind you to make sure he's not talking to someone else.

"Yeah, well, maybe? I take that class just like-, 60 others?" you respond with a soft scoff.

"Right. Ehm. Are you in a class with a guy with long, curly hair, basically a bird's nest. About- I don't know how tall he is. He's pretty metal? And like, way too old?-"

"mIKE, he's is gonna mur-der you fo-."

With the speed of freaking lightning the kid reaches to his backpacks sidepocket that not so subtly contained a walky-talky, hits it a bunch of times until the little red light goes out and restores his original casual position, a bit more awkward. You raise an eyebrow.

"So, yeah, like I said-"

"You mean Eddie Munson," you interrupt him.

"Yes. Okay, great, you know Eddie. That's great! He was wondering-, or well WE were wondering if you would like to join our campaign?"

A little silence falls.

"Yeah ehm... You gotta narrow it down for me here," you respond, somewhat getting uncomfortable. This whole interaction felt off, as if the kid was being dared to do this.

"Sorry, our D&D campaign. Dungeons and Dragons? It's basically a boardgame where you can play just anyone-"

When he starts explaining, your whole mood changes and your face just brightens up. You're being INVITED into a party. You don't even have to ask!

"-and you also get a t-shirt, although they might be a bit expensive depending on your allowance but-"

"I'm in!"

The kid stops his rambling and looks at you with raised eyebrows. He definitely didn't expect you to agree this fast.

"Oh! Well-... in that case, ehm, welcome to Hellfire!" he says almost impressed by his own convincing skills.

"We're discussing the time during break at 1:30pm, so yeah, if you wanna join we'll keep room at the table if you want?"

"Hell yes, sounds good to me!"

Your face was glowing and you couldn't stop smiling. You've never played it before, but God you can't freaking wait. You can FINALLY use your characters.

"I'm Mike by the way."

"Yeah, I kinda caught that."

"Cool, cool, cool. Eh, see you during break!"

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Mike and Dustin had this amazing idea to tell Eddie during break that the person he clearly had a crush on was gonna join his party. At least, that's what Mike and Dustin assumed it was. 'Crush' meaning 'talking about what D&D class and race you would play in so much detail that he's definitely thought of it before'.

Eddie, however, did not appreciate it.

"We thought you liked them! That's why whe invited them!"

"That's the problem," Eddie snaps back.

Eddie had stood up, like he often does when he's about to put on half a theatre performance. He says he can express himself better when he's standing.

"Oh."

"Can your brain comprehend?" He nearly hisses.

Judging by the looks of Mike, Dustin and the rest of the gang, their brains clearly couldn't.

"If they're gonna join the club, they're gonna watch me DM. And DM'ing is a skill, it's not easy."

He was doing a little trip around the table, his way of pacing.

"ME? I'm going to em-bar-rass myself to death. If you think D&D is just a silly litt-"

"Hey hey!"

You put your lunch tray down on the table next to Dustin's and give him a smile before you look up to what Eddie was doing. Eddie instantly stops his words and just looks at you joining the table.

"Hey," he responds, just before he wanders back to his seat at the table.

It's odd how fast Eddie can switch his tone. Maybe it's a dungeon master thing, because suddenly there was a soft smile on his face. Even Dustin squints his eyes on the sudden change. Mike however, looks entertained. The sudden silence at the table felt off.

"Wait, I'm sorry, was this seat already taken?"

With that the entire table turns into a mishmash of sounds going "no, no!" and "please do!" and "nah, you're good".

The rest of the break mainly consists of you introducing yourself to the others and all of you deciding when to play D&D, which is the day after tomorrow, 7:30PM. The break's nearly over and the whole table stands up to put their trays away. The kids sprint ahead trying to get in class on time, but you and Eddie stay behind taking your time.

"Thanks for having me, by the way, hope it's okay. I've had some characters in mind for aaaages."

"Oh it's cool, we were looking for an extra anyways," he says and gives you a side smile. "Can I?"

He takes your tray and stacks it on top of his. You give him a little smile as thanks. He puts it on the pile and the two of you walk into the hallway.

"I do have to roll for stats still. You don't coincidentally have dice on you, do you?" you ask with a tease.

"Oh this box, holds a looot of things, but dice ain't one of them," Eddie says walking a bit ahead of you, repeatedly looking back at you, his smile getting cuter by the minute. "Dungeon Masters are in fact not chained to their dice, contradicting recent alligations. I know, it's mental."

You give a little laugh while he turns around to look at you and begins walking backwards, a cute smile on his face from making you laugh.

"But if you want, we could meet outside of class tomorrow?" he continues. "Liiiike 3 o'clock? Build the character a bit, rolling your stats-"

"Tell my character's backstory."

"Tell your characters backstory, of course, the best part, can't forget about that."

"Also, gotta calculate my AC."

"Armour class. Someone knows their stuff. What class are you gonna play?"

"Hmm, I'm not telling you yet."

"Sorcerer?"

"I'm not telling you."

"A Bard?"

You stop walking, cross your arms and give him a look. Eddie stops as well when he notices and gives you a teasing smirk.

"It's a bard, isn't it?"

"Tomorrow, then I'll tell you," you say, not being able to surpress a smile either. You reach for the doorhandle on your left.

"Can't wait," he says softly, leaning against the lockers across of you.

You give him one last smile before you open the door and disappear into the classroom. Eddie remains to lean against the lockers for a bit, fidgeting with his rings. His mind was running wild right now, positively. Maybe, maybe after all it wasn't too bad of an idea of Mike to invite you into the party. Actually he was filled with excitement over you joining the next session. Yet something inside of him was nervous. Which was a feeling he did not often feel regarding D&D. Nervous isn't something that goes hand in hand with Eddie "the Freak" Munson.

Except for when he's heads over heels.

End of part 1 of 9.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie fluff #fluff #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #Spotify

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A new world is born.

Began with a little world tour to kill some unique monsters and get more experience (and affinity coins)

After the Bana fight Roommate: Huh, I wonder where Bana went after this. Me, gleeful: Oh? You want to see Bana now? ... Roommate: He's on the wheel now! Me: He's on the wheel now!

I'd recommend looking back at the previous post on my blog for a conversation much too long and winding to include in this post. It's worth it. Trust me

We're finally back at Prison Island and we literally walked past the fight that made her ragequit last week. The deinos don't attack us on sight anymore and the rest of the enemies won't spawn if they aren't fought so we just. walked past.

...and we just got the second bolt element so we are once again not fighting Dickson. This is like the third time we've walked away from the main story in the endgame, it's honestly kind of funny at this point

Upon seeing Demon King Dragonia for the first time: "OH. MY. GOD." "Ok but can you imagine like canonically...like people talk about the giants sometimes but no one talks about the dragons. And then finding out they're real??"

So I thought we were mostly keeping up with the collectopaedia, but we're looking at it again and we're missing items in Colony 6, the Ether Mine, Makna Forest, Valak Mountain, two from Galahad Fortress, and the Fallen Arm. What...what happened?!

My roommate is very disappointed that we don't really get any lore about the dragons and honestly, I agree with her. They're so cool and there's only three of them and we don't know anything about them except that they were likely important to the Giants because of their presence in the decor of Prison Island

Oh shit we're going for it. Past the point of no return!

Oh oops, I didn't make it clear that "point of no return" meant that she couldn't save past that point. Well, at least we have the autosave at Gondorl

Dickson...his death really tore her up. This is the only time she's cried throughout the whole game

:Saturn: Roommate: "Saturn, ok." still sniffling Me: "Saturn." Roommate: "...wait, Saturn?!"

"Jupiter?! So I'm actively in the solar system?!"

We're at the Moon now. "So the whole thing...the whole thing happened on Earth?! What the hell happened to Earth?!"

"Oh good, we don't have to fight Alvis. He'd probably beat me" (we are about to fight Zanza, she doesn't know yet)

I forgot how horribly ugly Zanza's second form is, wow. The roommate is not impressed either

Alvis: "I am Monado." Roommate: "I KNEW IT! I said that last week! Tell them I said that last week, Eagle."

Oh interesting, the experiment cutscene in 1 doesn't actually show Galea touching the button. I always thought it had. I'll have to rewatch the version from 2 then to see if my anger at the retcon is as justified as I thought

Time to beating Zanza: 99 hours

Final roommate stats: Game rating: 10/10, 5/5 stars, absolutely perfect game. Worldbuilding, design, characters, perfect Favorite character: Dickson, obviously Top 4: Dickson and Riki are both number one (whole head and whole heart respectively), Sharla and Reyn are number two, everyone else is below those Favorite area: Valak Mountain (and really any area that glows) Least favorite area: Bionis Interior by FAR Favorite town: Frontier Village Favorite party member to play: Fiora Favorite and least favorite story beat: Mechonis Core (because it's complicated) Favorite uncomplicated story beat: When Xord speaks for the first time and when Fiora is discovered to be alive Most heartbreaking moment: Dickson's death

Thank you all so much for joining us on this journey. I never thought I'd be liveblogging the entire game like this when I started, but it's been so fun to chronicle the entire game for the good people of tumblr. I've made new friends through this! Reaching the end of this game is bittersweet (heavy on the sweet), but it's certainly not the end of the liveblog! It's not even the end of this liveblog, honestly. Join us again tomorrow for more sidequests!

#original tag #roommate chronicles part 1 #xenoblade chronicles 1 #xenoblade chronicles #I'm so happy. I love xenoblade

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