#and then POOF it goes up in flames just like that

[foodsies4me]

End of the Year Fic Recs!!!

thank you @echo-bleu for tagging me! <3

I adore this as a game because I love reccing fics (and really should do it more often because So. Much. Good.Fic). This is going to be all shadowhunters I'm afraid though because I am still very much in the shadowhunters brainrot stage and haven't read much of anything else. (Also, sorry to those I haven't left a comment for yet, I WILL, spoons have just been low this year...) Also, I'll try to keep it to one rec per author because there are so many wonderful authors, but definitely go check the other fics of these people (if you haven't already) they're all excellent.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Running from the Night by @to-the-stars-writing. My forever fic spouse and the fic I reread themost this year goes to the fantastic, angsty Alec goes to live in a small village to get away from the Clave because the poor dude is traumatized fic from to-the-stars. This fic is my fics spouse (yes I got @to-the-stars-writing's permission to marry this fic) and I love, love, love it so much.

Flames to Embers by @notcrypticbutcoy: teenage!Alec is poofed into the timeline of his older self and it is lovely, sad, and heartwarming all at the same time. Also, teenage Alec is delightfully grumpy and Adult Alec is even more delightfully Done with teenage!Alec's grumpiness.

starshine and moonlight by she_who_reads (all_fandoms_reader) A three +1 fic where Alec isn't enough until he finally is. This fic is angsty and delves into Alec's (not all that great) self-worth issues and it hurts. Might or might not have cried reading it.

The Warlock's Cat by @dreaming-marchling. I hesitated a while which one I should pick from Marchling, but I ended up choosing this one (that said PLEASE go read Bleed for Me as well it is so goooood). The Warlock's Cat is a delightful "Alec gets turned into a cat and ends up in Magnus's care" fic. I adore it, and while it has its angsty or whumpy spots, it's mostly a nice, feel-good read.

Magnus Bane: Menace by AceOnIce To give some reprieve from all of the angst in this list, here is a fic of pure, unabashed fluff. Starring: Warlock Alec and Shadowhunter Magnus, the latter of which writes some truly ridiculous mission reports to HOTI Ragnor's grief.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

The river cannot go back by @lawsofchaos1. Alec being Alec and completely in love with Magnus which leads to him committing treason like it's nothing. It is a short, brilliant fic that had me screeching like any @lawsofchaos1 fic does.

I'm finding it hard to breath by Honey_Hued_Hermes This one is pretty heave, but it does have a Hopeful Ending. Alec never promised he would tell Magnus if things ever got that bad...and sadly they do. Diving into Alec's Suicidal Thoughts and his Self-Harm tendencies.

A Most Fundamental Truth by autisticalec A missing scene from 2X10 when Alec tells Magnus that he's never been as terrified as when he feared Magnus had died from the Soul Sword. This one-shot dives into the "Alec was really very not okay emotionally" in this scene, so go read it!

The Difficult Task by @dani-dabbles: Another Alec is going through it emotionally fic (there are quite a lot of these on this list I just realized, oops). Thankfully, Magnus is there to offer support when Alec needs it because Magnus is still the best boyfriend. (also the repeated "not good enough"is evil and I am suing for emotion damages, please and thank you very much)

come to me (in the night hours) by @moonlight-breeze-44 Izzy is a supportive sister and is there emotionally for Alec right before his wedding to Lydia. This fic left me feeling all sad and weepy. This fic is technically part of a series, but as no other parts have been posted yet I am posting this in the one-shot part.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

I've Always Dreamed of Meeting Someone Like You by ColorfulWarlock A non-magical Alternate Universe this time around. Single-dad, fashion designer, and CEO Magnus needs someone to draw his designs for him after a hit-and-run leaves him unable to draw for himself. Insert Alec, the wonderful babysitter, and game designer who seems to understand what Magnus envisions and draw them into reality!

Angelus ex Machina by BlueA The series starts with the sudden disappearance of demon activity and the way that lack of activity impacts the local Shadow World. I love the way the parabatai bond is portrayed in this fic (especially in the third installment).

through the fire and pain by alxndrlightwoods is another parabatai-bond deep-dive that goes deep into how a parabatai bond can change shadowhunters. It also explains why, if parabatai are so powerful, there aren't that many of them. Love this fic!

i cannot touch because they are too near by @faejilly nobody manages to write poetry without writing poetry quite like @faejilly for me, seriously the words are always so beautiful I am in awe. This fic has to be my absolute favorite though because deep-dives into the parabatai bond are interesting to begin with but the way Jilly decides to do so in this fic makes it go from interesting to absolutely brilliant.

Greater Love Hath No Man by @lawsofchaos1 Okay, I lied, here is a second Laws fic, but considering this fic led to the demise of my laptop, I felt that it deserved to be on the list. (No, that wasn't a joke). Dad!Alec is forced to send baby!Max away to a warlock orphanage when his magic grows too strong for him and leaves him injured. The pain is real and it is excruciating, tissues are advised.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

As much as I adore reccing fics, doing self-recs is awkward, so I'm going to keep this to one rec before I combust into flames.

All Was Golden (everyone has probably read that one already because it's my most-read fic which makes this slightly less awkward than reccing any other of my fics.) Anyway, soulmate AU with a kind of ugly meet that has some angst.

Tagging, without any kind of pressure, the authors I tagged in the rec-list (if they haven't participated already) as well as @miss-mouse.

#rec game #foodsies rambles #I love all of these fics so much #and there were so many more I wanted to include #maybe I should do rec lists more often #even if nobody reads them

[autumnalfallingleaves]

heck it have a TON of my own changling hilda hc's

Hilda found out she could still change into a troll during a heated game of dragon panic, and its safe to say everyone panicked a little when she suddenly became stone

The transformation is (at first) emotion based. Whenever Hilda feels extreme emotion, she goes troll mode! If the feelings are sudden then she just poofs into her troll form but if her feelings build up then some signs of her changing can be seen:

Bits of her skin turning into stone and her hair getting a bit more grey.

Her teeth getting more sharp and jagged.

Her eyes glowing like a trolls eyes.

Slightly longer nose.

At first she was scared of scaring her friends and others off by suddenly becoming a troll, but over time as troll acceptance grew she felt more comfortable saying that she was half troll.

Over time she learnt how to willing become her troll self, and whenever she willingly becomes a troll her body ignites in troll flames before they dissipate and reveal her troll self, and when she goes back to being a human its in a puff of smoke.

Also when she does willingly become a troll her outfit doesn't magically vanish, instead its represented by flora! Her clothes are colorful lichen, her scarf is a yellow vine around her neck, and her hat is a black flower!

Like trolls, instead of getting cuts and burses when injured Hilda gets cracks and fractures. These translate to scrapes when she reverts back to human. But the most horrifying aspect is that Hilda's troll from can break if put under too much pressure or force. (One time during a nightly picnic with her family and friends she fell off a cliff and landed on her arm, which broke off. Everyone else had to quickly rush to the trolls and ask if there was anyway to fix this, and luckily there was. [idk what it be, maybe some rare flower?])

There were a few times she turned in public:

When she got her first sparrow scout badge, she jumped for joy when she claimed it, turned into a troll, and thanks to the spotlights turned into a rock and broke the floor.

The first time Frida kissed her...with all of their parents in the next room.

There's more times but I can't think of any rn

Johanna has had to explain that her daughter can just go troll mode sometimes to many people, so most of Hilda's friends and some other people know about this.

Another weird changling think is that sometimes she just gets "Troll Flashes" and just turns into a troll for no reason at all. So she packs a sunhat and gloves just in case she feels like she's going to turn into a troll, to keep outta the light.

Hilda can fight the "turning into stone" bit depending on 1: The lights strength (its easy to fight simple light blub light, but a spotlight is a tough battle) and 2: amount of coverage on her body (the more skin showing, the more she'll have to fight)

She doesn't like the sounds of bells now, its tolerable as a human but gives her headaches as a Troll. One time during a celebration involving a big bell she got knocked out when it started ringing. David gifted her some pocket muffling headphones to lessen bell pain.

Whenever she is turned to stone its like a form of sleep, so from her pov she's turning into stone, then she's breaking out even though its been few minutes or hours later from when she became stone.

A troll taught her troll curse words, now she is unstoppable!!! /j (this one is more silly :P)

I love these!! I adore seeing how different people go about with their own versions of Changeling Hilda :D I think it's cool that you have Hilda's troll-ness not being a secret, like how I (and I think other people?) have done. Kid's even weirder now lmao

(And if you haven't seen it already and you're interested, I'd recommend checking out @formallyuninformed 's Changeling Hilda stuff for some angst related to your fourth point ;) )

#thank you for these!! I love them!! #troll hilda #changeling hilda #frilda #beans answers

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Marry Me a Little

Pairing: EddieMunsonxFemReader

Summary: This was a request and it's a bit of a longer one.

I had an idea where the reader and Eddie are dating for 4 to 5 years and they are engaged and turns out Eddie has been saving up since they got together for the wedding cause he doesn't have a lot and wants to give her the best wedding ever cause he wants her to have the perfect day and she knows he also is saving up to start his band with his friends and when she sees what Eddie has organized for the wedding all the luxury she calls it off without Eddie knowing and when he finds out she explains to Eddie she loves him for him and not for a big wedding cause she knows he will love her and that's what's important to her and they hold a small but cute wedding and later on the reader goes with him on tours and becomes his manager for him :) you can decide the ending maybe with a child :)

18+ only

“What?” you ask Gareth, thinking you can’t possibly have heard him correctly. 

“Eddie has been saving for this day since he met you. He’s been saving for four years,” Gareth repeated. 

You furrow your brow in confusion, “But why would he do that? There’s no way he could have known that we were going to get married.”

Gareth shrugged. “He claims he knew from the moment your eyes met across that bar when you came to our show. He knew he didn’t have a lot and he wouldn’t be able to give you the kind of wedding you deserved if he didn’t have some stocked away so he started saving the next day.”

This made no sense. You and Eddie had been dating for four years. You could still remember the first time you laid eyes on him. Your friends had convinced you to go out and you hadn’t been feeling like it. You’d just gone through a nasty break-up and all you wanted to do was lie in your bed, eat some ice cream straight from the carton, and get lost in someone else’s problems on the television. 

But thank god you hadn’t because, little did you know, your destiny was waiting at that bar. The minute that man stepped on stage, your breath vanished from your body. Just poof. Gone. Those brown eyes, so warm and soft, met yours as they started their set and held your gaze for the rest of the song. You were shocked when it ended to find you weren’t a puddle on the floor of the bar but still on your stool. 

The beginning of your relationship had burned hot and fast, the two of you lost in a frenzy of desire and need. There was never enough. It was a raging inferno that couldn’t be tamed. You stole every moment you could with heated kisses and roaming hands that always ended with the two of you naked, tangled up in one another. 

You remembered fearing that the flame of desire that had raged so hot within you two would eventually fizzle into nothing but cold ashes. It never did. It went from a raging inferno to a steady burn. You still couldn’t get enough of each other but now there was also a level of comfort in your relationship. You were just as happy curled up watching a movie together as you were animalistically ripping each other’s clothes off. Sex with Eddie has never gotten boring or stale. You both ensured you kept replenishing the fire, adding kindling to keep it burning. 

You knew Eddie was your soulmate, if such a thing actually existed in the world. You couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. He was the missing piece to your puzzle, the other half of you, your very best friend. But it was sending you for a tailspin that he had been saving money for a wedding he couldn’t possibly have known was going to happen. What if the two of you hadn’t worked out? There was no way he could have known he would marry you from the first night.

“Gareth, that doesn’t make any sense,” you argued, still unable to comprehend this information. “Besides, you probably just got it mixed up. He’s been saving for you guys to cut a demo that you can pitch to record companies. He’s been saving so you can get Corroded Coffin off the ground and out into the world. That’s what he’s been saving for, not a big wedding.”

“No, I am telling you, he’s been doing both. But the way he’s dropping money on the wedding, there won’t be any left for the band,” Gareth told you. “Look, I don’t want to be that guy. I love you both. You know I do and I want you to have the most perfect day because that’s what you two deserve. But Eddie is going a bit off the deep end with all this fairytale wedding shit. There’s no way he’ll have enough left for us to cut a demo. Jeff and I, we’ve been saving some too but studio time is fucking pricy, man. I…damn it, I feel like a jerk for even saying these things.”

“No, you’re not,” you argued. “Gareth, you guys have worked too damn hard for him to throw all that money away. I mean, yeah, I want a beautiful wedding but it’s only one day out of our whole lives. I don’t want him spending a fortune on it. What the hell is he even paying for? He’s been so secretive, telling me he’s got everything handled.”

“Okay…fuck, he is going to be so pissed at me,” Gareth muttered, running a hand through his hair. “But whatever, someone has got to talk sense into him and he won’t listen to us. I think you’re the only one he will listen to. So, he booked the Harmony Lodge for the reception.”

“What?” you shrieked. “That’s the fanciest place in town. That had to be expensive.”

“It was, but then he upgraded to their most magical day deal. So, they decorate with fairy lights and do all the centerpieces with fresh flowers and there’s like, dresses for the chairs or some shit. I don’t even know. It sounds absolutely insane to me but he’s adamant that this is going to be the perfect day.”

“It will be the perfect day because I’m marrying him,” you groaned, tossing your hands in the air in frustration. “He knows me. He knows I am not fancy. I don’t need any of that. I would marry him wearing a burlap sack, standing in front of his trailer. I don’t want all that.”

“I know!” Gareth agreed. “Trust me, we’ve told him that and I think he knows it too but he’s become obsessed with it being, and I quote, ‘The most magical and perfect day because that’s what she deserves.’”

“Fuck!” you yelled, grabbing your purse. “I am going to take care of this. If he keeps this up, we won’t have any money to live.”

“Good luck,” Gareth called as you walked out the front door. 

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You were sitting on the couch in the trailer, reading a book, feeling much calmer and pretty damn pleased with yourself. While Eddie had been at work, you’d taken yourself down to Harmony Lodge and canceled the whole thing, getting Eddie’s deposit back. Then you grabbed Robin and headed down to City Hall to get a permit to have a wedding outdoors at Lover’s Lake. Robin had helped you spend the entire afternoon finding more cost friendly options for the wedding. Dustin’s mom was great at baking and she offered to make your cake for free. Robin had a band friend from high school who was willing to DJ for a third of the cost of what Eddie had booked. And all of your friends had been more than willing to help decorate. You and Robin had found cheap twinkle lights marked way down from leftover Christmas at Melvald’s General Store thanks to Joyce. Hopper said the police station had a bunch of banquet tables and folding chairs they used for a variety of functions and you were welcome to borrow them for your day. 

Yes, it was all coming together without having to break the bank or drain Eddie’s savings. The front door opened with a bang and you looked up from your book to find him standing there, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and annoyance on his face. Well, shit. Standing up, you laid your book on the table next to you, prepared to defend yourself because he obviously knew what you’d done.

“Hey princess,” he said, pulling his denim vest off and casually tossing it over the back of the chair. 

“Hey baby,” you replied, giving him the most innocent and sweet smile you could muster.

“So, it’s so funny,” he began, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he looked up at you. “I got a call at work from the Harmony Lodge confirming my cancellation of our reception but I didn’t cancel anything.”

“I know. I did.”

“Why? What? How the hell did you even know I booked it there?” he demanded and you had to press your lips together to fight back the smile. He was so damn cute when he got all flustered. You just stared at him and he groaned, slamming his hand against the wall. “Damn Gareth!”

“Hey, don’t be mad at Gareth. I didn’t understand why all the wedding plans had to be such a secret anyway until he told me what was going on. He is just trying to look out for you, Eddie.”

“No, he’s looking out for himself because he’s worried about the fucking demo. I didn’t tell you because I wanted the day to be this perfect surprise.”

“Eddie,” you chastised, crossing your arms over your chest, “he is not just looking out for himself. The band is not just one member. It’s all of you. You have all worked really hard for the chance to get picked up by a label. You’ve been saving for years for this and he doesn’t want you to throw it all away. And neither do I. Don’t throw away a life long dream for what is just one day.”

“Just one day?” he scoffed. “Just one day? Sweetheart, it’s our wedding day. It will be the most important day of our lives and it has to be perfect. I just…” Eddie paused, running his finger along his eyebrow. “I just wanted you to have everything you deserve. You deserve the perfect, fairytale day. You deserve everything. I love you so much and I wanted to show you how much.”

Crossing the room, you came to stand in front of him, taking his hands in yours. Jesus, you loved this man so much. He was so impulsive, making decisions without thinking them through, but you even loved that about him because he always kept life exciting and interesting. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to spend a bunch of money to show me how much you love me. You show me every single day in small ways that mean so much more. You show me when you notice my car is low on gas and take it and fill it. You show me when you see I’ve had a hard day and you get a bubble bath ready for me or offer to rub my back or feet. You show me when you leave me little dirty or sweet notes on the steamed up bathroom mirror or the little papers you leave for me to find. Baby, I don’t need some big, expensive day. Our wedding day is going to be perfect because I get to marry you and that is all I want.”

Eddie’s head dropped, his forehead resting against yours, “That’s all I want too, but sweetheart, the wedding is a month away and now we don’t have a place to get married.”

“Oh, you have such little faith,” you chuckled. “No worries. I have taken care of everything.”

“In one afternoon you planned an entire wedding?” he asked skeptically.

“I sure did. You should have included me all along. Turns out, with Robin at my side, the two of us are capable of just about anything.”

“Well, now that I believe,” laughed Eddie, softly pressing his lips to yours.

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“You ready?” Robin asked from your side. 

The two of you were off in the woods, hidden among the trees so Eddie didn’t catch sight of you before the ceremony. But you could see the clearing from where you were standing and all of Eddie’s doubts had to be cleared away because your wedding could be any more perfect than this. 

Soft, twinkling lights were strung from the trees and cascading off of a branch to create an ethereal, glowing waterfall of light just behind where the two of you would exchange your vows and promise to love each other forever. Tables were set up throughout the clearing, draped in lovely scarlett clothes that you’d borrowed from Steve. Apparently, his parents had all kinds of fancy shit that had been used once and then discarded. The centerpieces were fresh flowers in mason jars that Robin’s mom had cut from her own garden. Everybody had come together to create this perfect moment for the two of you and could not begin to express how grateful you were. 

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” you breathed, glancing down at your dress. You’d found it marked down. It wasn’t your traditional wedding dress but the minute you’d seen it, you’d known it was the one. It was an emerald green with a lacy bodice and a flowing tulle skirt. It had probably been marked down from prom but it didn’t matter. It was perfect and the price was right. Besides, Eddie had always loved you in green. 

At that moment, the music began and Robin flashed you a grin before she walked from the trees, making her way toward the lights. You just had a maid of honor, wanting to keep everything small. Eddie had Dustin standing beside him and that was it, your whole wedding party. Even the wedding was small, the two of you deciding to only invite your nearest and dearest. You took a deep breath as the music changed, ‘Here Comes the Sun’ by The Beatles, the song that Eddie insisted you walk out to because he said you were his own personal sunshine. 

Stepping out of your hiding place, you carefully stepped on the path that would lead you to your future and everything you’d ever wanted. Nerves raced through your body but they were instantly calmed when you lifted your gaze, finding your future husband. He looked so amazing in his black jeans, red button up shirt, and suit jacket, his hair pulled back into a low bun. His eyes were wide but soft, sparkling with tears as he took in the sight of you heading toward him. Everything and everybody disappeared until all you were aware of was the two of you. 

“Hi,” you said softly as you reached him, handing your bouquet to Robin. 

“Hi,” he replied, grinning. “You…Jesus, sweetheart, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You look so damn good, baby.”

“You just wait until…”

The sound of someone clearing his throat caught your attention and you both turned to see Hopper, tilting his head, eyebrows lifted. He’d agreed to become ordained and marry the two of you. The man acted gruff but he was a teddy bear in reality and he’d gotten Eddie out of some jams in the past and been a surrogate dad for you for years. You couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for the part.

“If you two are done talking about how good you both look…”

“Hey, you know we look good,” Eddie teased, tugging on the lapels of his jacket.”

“That you do,” he laughed, “but maybe we could get this wedding started?” “Yeah, yeah, of course,” Eddie nodded. 

“Alright, let’s hope I don’t screw this up,” muttered Hopper before standing tall and raising his voice. “We have all gathered here today to witness the joining of these two in marriage. Many of us have watched their relationship progress from young puppy love to the deep, lasting connection they have created together. Thank you for joining us for this happy occasion. Now, the couple have written their own vows that they would like to share.” 

He gestured toward Eddie, who reached into his back pocket and pulled out a napkin that was marked all over in black ink. You smiled. Eddie was forever jotting things down on any random thing he could find as ideas came to him. It felt fitting that your vows were on a napkin.

“Princess, from the moment my eyes found yours across that bar, I knew you were going to be my wife one day. I can’t believe I tricked you into agreeing to this.” The guests all chuckled and Eddie turned, giving them a sheepish grin. “But damn if I’m not the luckiest bastard alive. I promise that I will spend every day for the rest of our lives doing everything I can to make you happy and to show you how much I love you. I promise to always fill your tank with gas. I promise to always read to you when you’re having trouble falling asleep. I promise to try to aim better in the bathroom, empty my ashtray, and not leave my cans laying on the table or my shoes in the middle of the room. I promise to rub your back and hold you close when you’re having a bad day. I promise to try to get my clothes in the hamper instead of all over the bedroom. But mostly, I promise to try to be the best husband I can be because that is what you deserve.”

You blinked back tears as Eddie slid your wedding ring on your finger, gazing at the face of the only man you’d ever truly loved. His vows were perfect. You’d been nervous he would try to be flowery or poetic or ask someone else to write them but they had been just what you needed to hear. They had been quintessentially Eddie.

You turned to Robin who handed you your vows and inhaled slowly through your nose to try to stop the tears. It would be hard enough to get through this without you starting it by crying. But after hearing Eddie’s, you decided to wing it to match him. 

“Eddie, you are everything I could have ever wanted and more. I had no idea that night we met that you would be husband but I knew that I didn’t want anyone else, ever, within days of us meeting. I promise to love you every single day for forever. I promise to try not to nag you about your clothes, your cans, your ashtray, or your aim. I promise to scratch your head when you’re feeling anxious. I promise to always come and watch your shows. I promise to support you in all of your dreams. I promise to be the best wife that I can be because that is what you deserve.”

Eddie smiled down at you as you slid his ring on, his face full of so much affection and love that it felt like sunbeams were caressing every inch of you, warming you from the inside out. 

“Well, alright then,” said Hopper, “then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. Lay it on her, man!”

Eddie’s arms swooped around you, tilting you back in his arms as his lips found yours. Once again, everything but the two of you ceased to exist as you lost yourself in your first kiss as Mrs. Munson.

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Two Years Later

Eddie rubbed a towel roughly over his hair as he walked out of the bathroom of your hotel room. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips, the only thing he was wearing. The show tonight was amazing, just like every other night. There was nothing you loved more than watching your man do what he loved on that stage. The raw passion and talent that oozed out of him over their two hour set was incredible. It was amazing to see others finally appreciating what you’d known all along, that Corroded Coffin was the real deal. 

After the wedding, Eddie and the guys had pooled the money they’d all saved to get studio time. They had cut a demo with three tracks, asking for your input on which three most highlighted who they were as a band. They had sent the demo to dozens of record companies. Just as they were getting discouraged with the multiple rejections, they got someone who was interested. 

Thrash Vibe, based out of L.A. had offered to fly all of the guys out for a meeting. You had paced back and forth in yours and Eddie’s apartment, biting your nails almost down to the cuticle as you waited for the phone call. When it came and Eddie told you they’d been signed, you’d been just as excited as they were because you knew they deserved it. 

Part of the negotiations was being the opening act on tour with Motley Crue, a huge deal, and Eddie had forced them to name you their tour manager. You tried to say it wasn’t necessary but he’d insisted, telling you that you had always believed in them and had always been their biggest fan. You had been willing to have a smaller wedding so they could have their shot and he wasn’t willing to spend months away from you so he was making sure you went with them. They might try to say a girlfriend shouldn’t come but they couldn’t say a tour manager couldn’t. 

Now, a year and a half later, they were headlining their own tour, their debut album had gone platinum, and they were working on their second. Your lives were a whirlwind of long treks on a tour bus, late nights at shows, photoshoots, interviews, and award shows. But you wouldn’t change a single bit of it. Life with Eddie had always been exciting, he’d always been larger than life, and he was born for this. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked him as he stretched out on the bed next to you. You worried about him sometimes. He gave his all every single night and you didn’t want him to run himself into the ground. 

“Tired,” he admitted with a low chuckle. “I am so glad we have a night off tomorrow. I could use a lowkey day.” His arms came around you, pulling you against him and pressing his lips to your forehead. “I could use a day with you. I say we stay in this bed, order room service, watch movies, and have ungodly amounts of sex.”

You laughed, snuggling into him. “That sounds perfect to me.” 

“Hey, so speaking of sex, I’ve been thinking…”

“No,” you stated, your head snapping back. “Eddie, I told you, I am willing to try a lot of things but that is not…”

“Not that,” snorted Eddie, shaking his head. “Although, I have not given up hope of convincing you. No, I was thinking we should make a baby.”

“What?” you asked, shocked. “Eddie, are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Look, we’ve been married for two years, together for six. It’s the next step, right? I mean, don’t you want kids?”

“Of course I do. You know I do, but Eddie, do you really think this is the right time to start a family?”

“Sweetheart, if this isn’t the right time then when is? This crazy life of ours isn’t going to stop. But if there’s anything I know, it’s that you and I together are capable of anything. We could totally do this and just imagine a tiny little human that’s part you and part me. I mean, come on, is there anything more perfect than that?”

And just like that, you could see it. You could see Eddie singing lullabies to your child when they couldn’t sleep. You could see him patiently teaching them how to play guitar. You could see him making up insane stories that would keep them on the edge of their seat. Eddie as a father was going to be amazing. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“Okay?” he asked, grinning. In one swift move, he hovered over you, his hands caging either side of your head. “Yes, princess. Let’s put a baby in you.”

You giggled, fingers tangling in those long waves that you loved so much as Eddie’s lips moved over your cheek, across your jaw, and down the side of your neck. His fingers nimbly worked the buttons on your pajama top, pulling it open and then he was kissing and licking every inch of your skin ravenously. You sighed, soft moans falling from your lips as you squirmed under him, a yearning ache quickly building within you. 

Eddie’s lips traveled further south, his fingers gripping onto the edge of your pajama bottoms, slowly pulling them down your legs. His hands gripped your knees, pressing your legs apart and opening you up to him. As his mouth rested over your panties, he released a long, slow exhale that left you ravenous for more. 

“Yes, sweetheart. Jesus, I love this pretty little pussy,” he purred, running his nose along your panties until you were gasping for breath, your hips driving toward him, needing that little piece of fabric gone so there was no barrier between you and his mouth. 

Eddie slid your panties to the side, two of his fingers slipping inside of you. He moaned at how wet you already were, pressing open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs as he drove his fingers into you again and again. Without warning, he sucked your clit between his lips and you keened, almost coming off the bed. 

“Careful there, princess,” he crooned, placing his open palm on her belly, fingers splayed as he held you in place. “Be a good girl and stay still for me.”

Eddie could be insatiable when he was pleasuring you and tonight was no exception. His pleased groans sent gratifying vibrations along your core with every sound you made. Eddie’s fingers were talented, anyone who watched him on stage could see that, but only you knew how his tongue rivaled them. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your hips rolled toward him.

“Eddie, yes, Jesus…that’s so good,” you groaned, one hand gripping the bed sheets, the other gripping his hair as you ground yourself against his face. 

Eddie’s tongue teased you, flicking over your clit and forming circles around it before his lips would pull it back in, sucking just hard enough for it to be painfully satisfying. Your leg muscles became unyielding, legs rigid, as you felt yourself rising to orgasm. Those adept fingers curled within you and you came completely undone.

“Eddie!” you shrieked, gripping his hair tightly in your fist, your back arching off the bed. 

As you lay, trembling and spent, Eddie placed kisses over your body, making his way back up until his mouth found yours again. Desire roared within you once more as you felt his stiff arousal pressing against you. Using your feet, you pushed his sweats down off his hips, reaching between you to take him in your hand. 

“You want me to put a baby in you?” he asked, his eyes shining with excitement and urgency. “You want me to fill you up with all the makings of a little Eddie?”

“Fuck yes.” You groaned as he pressed into you, never ceasing until he had bottomed out within you, stretching you fully. 

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he hissed, grabbing your feet and pushing them backward until your knees were up by your ears. You both gasped at the new angle, the way it allowed him to hit you in all the right places, to go even deeper. “Holy shit…”

You reached your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer to you, running your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping harshly at it. He released a low growl, thrusting his hips even harder against yours until all you could hear was the sound of your bodies colliding against each other. Your hands slid to his arms, gripping his ropey biceps for purchase as he plunged into you again and again, sending you quickly toward your second release. 

“Eddie, yes, yes,” you gasped, nails digging into his skin as that knot formed in your belly, the telltale sign that you were quickly heading right over the edge. “Baby, just like that. Oh my god. Eddie…yes!”

You held on, riding the waves of your release as Eddie’s hips continued moving against yours. He quickly followed, a strangled gasp emitting from deep within him. His hands released your feet and your legs fell, floppy and useless onto the bed. You collapsed back against the pillows as Eddie collapsed on top of you, his head resting against your chest. 

“Mmm…” he murmured, his lips nuzzling against your skin, his fingers tracing over the gentle curve of your stomach. “What do you think, princess? Do you think we made a little Munson?”

You smiled, fingers scratching his scalp, “I don’t know but if we didn’t this time, we’ll just have to keep trying no matter how many times it takes.”

His head lifted and he flashed you one of those mischievous smiles that always made your stomach flip, “Now, that sounds like fun.”

#eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x wife #eddie munsons wife #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson wedding #eddie the banished #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x femreader

[soulstealssouls]

Riddle school headcanons

These make my brain rot

Phil

hes like a normal 12 year old but like, not normal

he has adhd shut up yes he does yes he odes!

His dog is crusty and white. He named her bulldozer before knowing she was a girl and stuck with it cuz it was funny to call a small crusty white dog bulldozer

(^ he dresses said dog up in fancy attire when he takes her for walks)

Hes actually a great pet owner and has had a ton of pets he found on the street (most of which his parents told him to get rid of (bulldozer was the only one they kept cuz they could actually manage her)

( ^ adding on this, Phil found a snake once. he did not get bit not once)

Phil has a Ps2 and has NOT upgraded since (he claims its for aesthetics but really he just forgets/cant afford a Ps5)

his parents hate smokers so he goes to Phreds house or smileys to smoke weed, always washing his clothes there to get the weed smell off him so his parents dont know

^ he smokes pot but not often enough to be considered a stoner (in college he did become a stoner for a while, before realizing weed is expensive and then he moved to cigarettes, also realizing that is expensive and then he quit smoking, period)

Phred

but he lacks a personality so bad its just characterizing at this point

he has mediocre grades, but doesnt try so his scores are down in the negatives.

(^ somehow pulls his grades up enough to make his parents not dissatisfied)

He dresses up sometimes when home alone. Always washes the dresses afterwards to avoid getting caught by his parents

Stoner

(^ buys his weed from 5 (who dosnt smoke but 808 grows weed so 5 sells it) )

He actually is a hardcore gamer, and beats phil and zack at EVERY game cuz hes so goated at all of the games theyve played

(^ phil and zack dont let phred choose games anymore)

Uses discord and has a decent group of online friends he rarely talks too

his dads a stoner too

(^ they dont smoke together)

(Little angsty) He smokes to make him forget about his grades and often calls phil while high to ramble to him about things

(^ phil has no problem with this)

Phred is a fish guy

^ he is very educated on fish

^ he doesn’t go fishing

He has a fish

(^ He named it leonardo defishnie)

Smiley

She has a toothgap

Had braces for a while to try and fix it but it came back cuz she was a kid who squirted water at other kids at the public pool

Wears and makes bracelets

^ she made the gang matching bracelets

^ they all wear them 24/7

Fandom core

Used amino religiously before her mom told her to delete it for fear of her safety

Only wears her hair in a ponytail cuz otherwise her hair will poof up and go everywhere

Overall wearer

She has those cute hairclips, and was finally able to use them when she got hair from the can

She owns like 200~ stuffed animals

She thinks taxidermy is scary and thinks greg is weird for liking it

Vocaloid listener

Gacha phase haver

Sleeps like a victorian princess who is on her deathbed

^ hard to cuddle with phil cuz he sprawls out when he sleeps

She wears a nightdown and nightcap to bed, and when she wakes up in the night she brings a candle

Her room is messy but also an organized messy

Puts those glow in the dark stars on her walls and ceiling

Ate paper as a kid

She is a natural skipper

^she loves skipping to her classes

Overworker

She likes rainey days

MLP watcher

Zack

He is much sleep deprived, and literally cannot function without water or an energy drink in his hand

Very fast eater

(^gets hiccups alot)

When hes angry his shoulders burn up

(^ Flame turns blue when extra angry

^ told smiley it was cold

^ he paid for her medical bills)

Cat owner but allergic to cat hair

Points at phil and yells at the top of his lungs “BALD”

(^ Phred joins in this act sometimes)

He likes mint icecream

Ftm

streaks of white hair, solely cuz of his dad having fully white hair

He eats seafood

(^ much to phreds dismay to see him eating sushi at lunch)

Overheats alot so he has a tote bag full of water, medicine, and bandaids

He is a deltarune player

(^ had an undertale phase and watched those sans fangirl videos)

Also had a gacha phase

He has Seizures

His hands lock up for like 5 minutes

(^ very occasionally )

He has a basement room, but made renovations to have windows in the ground

(^he paid phred and phil $50 to help him)

Heterochromia

(^ 1 eye blue, 1 eye brown)

Vitiligo

Ripped jean wearer

Been friends with smiley longer than he was friends with phil or phred

kay that’s it

#riddle school #phil eggtree #zack kelvin #phred whistler #smiley sundae #he’s my sprinkle #i’m losing my mind #headcanons #newgrounds #meowmoemwiew get traction meow

[reikunrei]

okayyyy so i made a post abt this last night that was just a short ramble trying to piece my thoughts together but basically... i’m just really curious how will’s (possible) powers might manifest and what they might be, and i’m trying to like. reason out how i feel about them and what i personally think would be cool or fitting...

lots of people have talked about this before (like user pinkeoni has made some really good posts abt it, and i think heroesbyler has had good discussions abt it too) and what his powers might be, and a lot of them revolve around creation or light, both of which i’m very fond of

this isn't so much a theory or prediction as it is a "these are things i noticed and i think this would work well with the themes of the show" type of spiel. it ended up way longer than i wanted it to and goes off on multiple tangents because i can't stop myself, so i'm putting it under the cut lol

it's more just for me to try and articulate what i'm feeling about it, but if anyone actually reads this mess, you're more than welcome to share your thoughts :3

with the creation stuff, it automatically makes me think of the UD taking the shape of hawkins... because we know that henward grew to hate that town so why would vecna shape the UD to look like the place he hated? i suppose it could be bc he wanted to take revenge on the town, so why not daydream about it and destroy your scale model of it to get some catharsis, right? but... then it's frozen on the night will went missing? it’s possible that the UD could have simply taken the shape of hawkins when the s1 gate was opened and made the two worlds touch, thus making the UD a true "mirror" dimension of hawkins. but i also really like the idea of will getting sucked into the UD, panicking, wishing he had his hiding places to go to to escape from this monster chasing him, and poof! now he's in hawkins and all of his hiding places are there (he's good at hiding!) but it's still the "wrong" hawkins

but anyway, i want to move on to the "light" angle because there's so many things that i love about the possibility of will's powers taking the form of some kind of light to counteract the darkness created by vecna and the UD ("hide in the light" thank u max)

i especially think it would be cool for it to take the shape of some kind of fire or flame, even if the powers themselves don't behave like fire, like it's just a stylization choice to give some sort of visual that the characters and audience can see

i don't recall if there's any specific moment where any version of henward/vecna/001 or other characters talk about burning or fire as a form of destruction in a metaphorical/symbolic sense, but we see it enough of it literally throughout the show. fire is a means of causing pain, of killing, of destroying

season 1, nancy and jonathan think to burn the demogorgon to a crisp because, hey, that'd be a pretty effective way to kill something, right? so they carry that theory over into all the other seasons

season 2, we see hopper using his lighter to maneuver through the tunnels below hawkins, and the vines flinch away from the flame. we see owens and the lab using fire to cull the "weeds" still growing out of the gate. we see will react physically to the burning, feeling the pain through the link with the hivemind, and requiring it to be cold in order to not be in physical agony

season 3, uuuh i can't remember any direct usage of fire against the fleshflayer other than the fireworks, but that's more about the explosions than the flames imo lol. but we do get the sauna test (best s3 episode hands down mwah love it) and the aversion to heat that we see in billy and also in heather, though less prominently

season 4, we get murray's killer flamethrower scene and hopper using the flaming spear to keep the demogorgon at bay. our hawkins crew relies heavily on use of fire (flambé) in order to take out vecna's physical body

so there's just a lot of fire and fire as a means of destruction. but i can't help also thinking about how fire isn't purely a means of harm. fire keeps us warm, it brings us light in the darkness, it cooks our food and brings us health. the sun, a giant ball of fire, is essential for life to exist on earth. i especially keep thinking about how wildfires are a necessity to the planet, and in places like healthy grassland ecosystems, fires are crucial to burn out old growth to make way for new, fresh green, which the animals there then rely on. letting old growth continue to sit and dry out and die isn't good. it has to be removed completely so that new grass shoots can take over

(not to mention that allowing for controlled burns and letting wildfires run their course in a regular system ultimately allows for fewer, less destructive wildfires to happen. if there's no old, dry growth to burn, then there's less stuff to catch on fire)

how does this tie into the show, though?

to me, it makes me think of the concept of simply living with your trauma, not talking about it, and pretending everything is fine, when all that's doing is creating more kindling for a bigger, more destructive fire. it makes me think of season 2 and the conversation will has with jonathan about how everyone keeps treating him like he's gonna break, and the instructions joyce and hopper got from owens to just "treat him how you normally would." you can ignore trauma all you want and pretend everything is fine, but it's going to be more destructive in the long run. instead, letting him talk about it, listening, letting him burn things down a little bit, will be healthier because it'll clear out that old, dry grass clogging everything up and leave a clean patch of earth for him to build back up with new, healthier growth. you can take a weed wacker to it all you want, but those old roots are still there

not to mention the way they get rid of the mind flayer is to "burn it out of him." they literally let the "fire" run rampant, cranking up the heat to make his body inhabitable to the mind flayer, clearing out those nasty "weeds" so will can grow on his own (more or less) unimpeded

and then there's the s1 flashback scene between will and joyce where he's drawing will the wise shooting green fireballs. joyce asks, "why does he need fireballs if he's so wise? can't he just outsmart the bad guys?" but will explains that sometimes the bad guys are smart too, so he needs the fireballs

only here, they're green because he doesn't have a red crayon. this specific tidbit makes me think of how will's powers are currently repressed in some way. at that time, it was possibly because his powers "hadn't come in" yet, if we want to follow the idea that powers are a symbol for puberty or coming of age

he hasn't "found his flame" yet, so to speak (which is what got me thinking about all of this at all last night bc of the song 'find your flame' from the sonic frontiers ost the absolute slapper that it is) and at this point it's obvious that any awakening of his powers will happen in s5 when he's no longer being suppressed, much like how he currently has to suppress his true feelings, or how he's been unable to move on from what happened to him in s1 and 2

he has to use "fireballs" because sometimes the bad guy is smart. sometimes the bad guy has a trick up his sleeve (like *checks notes* literally not being able to die) and your original plan won't work. you can stock up on weapons, you can create as many sneaky ambushes as you want, you can solve all of the bad guy's riddles, but sometimes you need the fireballs

and, once again, we come back to how i feel like will's powers won't be literal fireballs, or something he physically wields. when it comes to el, henward, and kali, as well as the other powers that we see from other subjects, it's all something that they do. and here's where i start to struggle with how i want to articulate what i think about will's powers...

to me, will's possible powers aren't a weapon in the way that we've seen other powers used, or at least framed as, a weapon

like... i guess i do think that it's something that he can "do," but it's less "i'm going to move this thing with my mind" "i'm going to go into your head and walk through your memories" "i'm going to make you see something that isn't really there." like, he himself, his person, his mind, his essence, his intent, is the power. will byers is the light. why else constantly bask him in rays of sunshine, hm?? lol

again, i want to touch on the possibility of the UD hawkins manifesting simply because he wanted it to. he didn't think about it, he didn't deliberately go like "okay and now this house is here and this place is there" it simply... was. it just happened without much of his input other than a vague wish and panic

if we want to make it into something more deliberate, it makes me think of lio fotia in promare. the movie is basically about this group of people who suddenly developed "burnish" abilities, where they contain fire and have some sort of fire powers. they're persecuted by the rest of the planet, and are treated as terrorists and locked away in prisons and experimented upon. the fire, or "promare," inside of them is a double-edged sword, where they supposedly rejuvenate their bodies, but if they don't let it burn, it instead kills them and they turn to ash. spoilers i guess (you should definitely go watch this movie i highly recommend it), but near the end of the movie, lio is taken captive by the antagonist, kray foresight, and our other main chara galo thymos tries to save lio. kray lashes out using his burnish powers and tries to burn galo, but lio launches his own flames toward galo to protect him. when galo's firefighting team finds him, he's on fire, but he doesn't notice because the fire doesn't hurt him. it's a special kind of flame that doesn't burn! in the end, in order to save the world, they have to let it fully burn one last time, and galo and lio work together to wrap the entire earth in a massive wave of fire, and it's fire that takes the form of water. it engulfs everyone, but everyone realizes that it doesn't actually burn

i'm getting off topic but !! now we start getting less into "will has fire powers" and more "his powers are light and warmth" instead. like lio and galo's combined powers and intent (that's the other thing, that final big burn is different than the rest because of the intent behind it), it's not actually about the fire, it's about its purpose

he needs the fireballs to fight the bad guys, but in the case of our "bad guy," literal fireballs don't work. henward's past is a complicated one, and a lot of where he's been led was caused by his lack of a proper support system. he was villainized for being different. even when he was found by someone who "cared" for him, it was for that man's own personal gain, not because he actually cared about henward

henward was only ever burned and then left in the cold. nobody gave him a second chance like el, nobody listened to him like will. he was forced to fend for himself on his own in the darkness. he came to rely on the darkness. vecna literally focuses on the darkest thoughts of his victims in order to gain enough power to open gates. and sure, focusing on negative emotions gives all of our characters with powers some burst of strength

but then we're shown that love is what makes them even stronger. focusing on happy memories, memories of friends and loved ones, memories of the love itself, is what allows el to overpower 001 in the lab and to close the gate in s2 and to break billy out of his tether to the fleshflayer. and even in that final showdown in s3, she's not using her powers. she's burned out. in that moment, it's not the powers themselves that save them, it's the message behind it

will's whole character is about love and understanding. he puts himself last consistently, he puts the needs of others above himself, and he does not know how to be a little bit selfish when it comes to his feelings. he's sensitive, he's kind, he's artistic, he cries easy, he relies on his friends and family to feel safe and loved, and without them, he feels lost and hurt and alone. and there might be ups and downs, but he gets that love and support from them. they always have his back. he knows what it's like to feel pain and to suffer, but to have people who will stay by your side unconditionally through it all

and that's something he can offer to vecna and his alternate versions. he can offer that love, and that warmth, and that light in the darkness. and once again, i think it would be neat if it was less of a literal flame or source of light, and that it was will who is the source of light. like, he is the example for henward/vecna to see. he's the proof that despite all the bad shit there is in the world, there are people who will still love you anyway. there's people who will listen to you and care for you even if everyone else shuts you out

and even if it does take the form of something literal, of an actual flame or glowing ball of light or more of those glowy particles, it's not a weapon like the other powers we've seen

it's also about just shining a light on all the good stuff that's mixed in with the bad stuff. again, there is no black and white (thanks brenner, you fuck). henward was miserable in his life, he hated it and was frustrated that he felt trapped in a cage, and he only saw all the bad in the world. he couldn't see any of the good mixed in (ie. the possibility that he was friends with scott clarke as a kid, or even the fact that victor was really so caring and loved his son so much) because he just assumed it was all bad and he'd have to start from scratch to get any of the good he wanted

even focusing on the negative thoughts and feelings of his victims, vecna was able to be evaded by thinking of happy memories that took place at the same time as the bad ones. "hide in the light." again and again, we see max use memories, both past and present, to free herself from his clutches. good memories that still exist alongside the bad ones. and if vecna acknowledges that there's still good mixed in among the bad, his whole source of power, the foundation for his plan, completely crumbles

if will's power has to do with light, then he'll be the one to shine the light on all of the good memories that henward had mixed in among the bad. and this isn't to victim blame this 12 year old boy who was miserable and didn't know what else to do, but it's instead about his lack of support system, and how it's understandable to have grown so jaded, but that doesn't mean everything is bad, and there's still a chance for him to come back from it and change his way of thinking

henward was a wildfire waiting to happen, and rather than having someone to let him burn a little, to let out his anger and listen, he was trimmed back and suppressed. he had his old growth left there to dry out, which only added more kindling. he was never given the room to bring in new growth

and then to really tie in the use of fire to match the theme of "no black and white," i think about avatar the last airbender, and specifically the sun warrior temple that aang and zuko visit in the final book. in book 1 of atla, aang tries to learn firebending and jumps in too quickly, ends up burning katara's hands, and swears off ever learning firebending because he doesn't want to hurt anyone with it. in book 3, zuko offers to teach him, but aang is still very timid about it because of that incident in book 1. zuko also finds his firebending ability diminishing, and they surmise that it's because he no longer has this drive to find and capture the avatar. that was his source of power, his purpose, and now that it's no longer his purpose, he has to find the true way to master firebending. so, the two boys travel to the sun warrior temple to try to find answers. there, both zuko and aang admit that they really only see fire as something destructive, but the sun warriors remind them that fire is warmth and light and life. fire can be destructive, but it is not only destructive. it's something beautiful and necessary, you just have to respect it

feels pretty fitting for stranger things, yeah?

so, to wrap this all up before i go fucking crazy:

i personally think that will's powers will predominantly take the form of fire or light

i do also still adhere to some of the creation power theories, but it also wouldn't be crazy for him to have more than one power, right? after all, el can use telekinesis, track someone's physical location, and go into their minds. that's 3 pretty different things that she can do!

will is directly tied to the behavior of the lights in s1 and called back to in s4. throughout the show, and especially in s4, will is basked in sunshine on multiple occasions. sure, those instances are mostly about his bond to mike, and how mike sees him in this halo of light all the time...

but that still ties into the theme of love. those rays of light are about mike's love for will, and vice versa. but that kind of unconditional love and acceptance is something that will have to be extended to henward and vecna. therefore: light is the key

and again, it just feels very fitting to have the key be something like fire. something that's so often villainized and only seen as bad and destructive, when it truly is something that's misunderstood. unchecked, it can run rampant and cause pain and grief, but when respected, it can bring life and healing, for lack of a better word

so far, we've only seen fire used as a means of harm. it does keep our characters safe (ie. hopper's flaming spear, the flame thrower, the moltovs, etc.) but it is wielded as a weapon first, when it doesn't have to be

fire can cause pain, yes, but fire is also passion and love. light is something to be extended, to help people find their way out of the darkness, and i just think it would be really cool to see vecna, who's always shrouded in darkness, or henward who hid away in the dark attic surrounded by candles, to have a ray of warm sunshine like will byers hold out a hand to him and try to help

#okay i think i just need to stop lol. i could keep going and pull up actual evidence and stuff but #again this isnt really a theory. this is just something that i think is cool and worth thinking about irt his powers #and how they might manifest or be revealed in s5 and what their intent is #bc i could go on and on about how i feel about how will having a LACK of powers could be really cool and meaningful #but like. come on. it's really obvious at this point that he probably does have powers #so i wanted to try and reason it out to see if i could find a way for it to fit in a way that makes it really solid for me #will byers #stranger things #i say things

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

The Rise of a Demon

"Thank you for this amazing turnout!" The mayor says

"Woohoo!" I shout

"Let's hear it for Monkie Kid! Hero of the city!" Mei exclaims while excitedly destroying furniture in the restaurant

The mayor hands MK the key and explains that it is a key that can open anything. As soon as MK touches it the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I get the slight sense of danger. It doesn't help that the mayor laughs like a maniac and quickly says something some ancient artifacts then poofs out of existence.

"Wow, a key that can open anything," MK says

We immediately go out and try the key on different things. We hit the arcade, helped set free some puppies, bought shoes, partied up at a DJ booth, went swimming in the weather room, raced our vehicles, got all the toys out of the claw machines, ate a bunch of ice cream and so much more.

*Gasps* "Mei! Nuwa! OK hear me out! We knew the key could magically unlock anything. But maybe...it can also magically lock anything too!"

"You described all keys... " Mei says And I nod in agreement

We end up locking Pigsy's restaurant and we laugh watching Pigsy trying to break into his restaurant.

"I've never missed a day of work, since I was 13... *fourth wall break* "No guys this isn't child labor stuff I like sweeping and helping make the noodles. I took my job very seriously back then....and still do...moving on. *End of the fourth wall break*

As we are too distracted laughing, we get pushed over the edge of MK's fire escape porch. I land on top of some boxes with a grunt and pained moan I look up to see what or who did this.

"Noodle Boy finally" Red Son sneers

"Ugh it's you, why are you so obsessed with us? Get a hobby!" I say while angrily shaking my fist at him

"What are you doing in MK's house?" Mei asks

"Your house is depressing, I almost feel bad for stealing stuff from you. But I'm gonna need that magic key....oh and you girl your apartment is trashed too" Red Son says nonchalantly

"You big ole....wait...how did you know I lived above MK? You better not have touched my stuff!"

Red Son uses his powers to nab the key and he zooms into his Bull Tank. Mei whistles for her bike and goes after him on her bike. I get into my quad and follow suit. We end up leaving MK behind...oops. Mei and I catch up with Red Son rather quickly.

"Can't you little Peasants let me plot in peace? Just one time!" Red Son shouts as he explodes into flames

"Easy there hothead don't want you to break anything, I think you need to cool off!" I pull out a fire extinguisher and spray the foamy mixture at him.

He disengages from the main tank and descends into his race car. Catapulting the tank at us we scramble to get out of the way.

"Not cool man!" I growl

"So long 'Dragon Horse Girl' and 'weak little nobody'! Here's a tip! Next time, pick one animal, -and...." Red Son gets cut off by the huge Monkie King staff and gets flung a few feet down the raceway.

MK grabs the key and looks at Red Son.

"What do you want with this key anyway?" He asks

"Why spoil the surprise? Now hand that key over and quit wasting my time" PIF coos

"Not a chance," I say as I pull out two hairpins from my hair that elongate to the length of a small dagger and we jump to attack her.

She knocks us away with her magic fan, knocking us into a wall and MK ends up dropping the key which Red Son quickly grabs.

"Come, Red Son. We have things to do" PIF says

"Thanks for the key losers!" Red Son teases and they both vanish.

"What could they want with that key?" I ask

"Whatever the reason is, we have to keep our guard up" Mei states

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up once more and the feeling of danger comes back again. But this time it's harder to shake off the feeling.

A disembodied voice whispers in my ear "Freedom"

Mk and I pile onto my quad and Mei rides her bike back to Pigsy's.

A few days go by and MK and I are in Monkey King's cave.

"You know when I found I was going to be trained by The Monkey King, Great Sage, equal to heaven. I had no idea...that I'd be stuck here hammering walls 12 hours a day!" MK shouts while throwing the hammer

"Or that I'd be helping!" I shout as I pick up heavy rocks that had fallen onto the ground while MK hammered away.

"That's what happens when you go snoring around in places where you don't belong," Monkey King says while he relaxes on his cloud.

I groan and wipe swear from my brow

*Flashback*

"Monkey King, where are you?" MK? Where are those two?" I sigh as I shout for them.

I shrug my shoulders and go looking for that shrine again. I find it once again, pushing the vines out of the way, I make my way down to it, fresh offerings and incense are lit once more. I kneel before it and sigh.

"Ugh next time Monkey King asks me to come train I'm gonna say no" I fold my arms with a hmph

But I can't get Red Son's voice out of my head "Weak little nobody"

"Am I a weak nobody?" I say quietly while clenching my fists

"Hey, what are you doing down her kid?"

I jump and turn around awkwardly laughing

"Hey Wukong, um you see...I was..uh...you know...exploring....since you guys were nowhere to be found and I stumbled upon this shrine....." I shift from side to side

Wukong lifts a brow at me not convinced by my lie.

"Woah what's this Monkey King? Who's she?" MK asks while pointing at the picture

"No one, let's go it's training time," Wukong says

*End of Flashback*

"Was she your girlfriend?" I ask teasingly

Wukong sputters, blushes, and falls off his cloud.

"No, and it's none of your business!"

"Yeah that's not convincing at all, give us the deets!" MK says

"You're supposed to be training, Now get back to it" He summons the cloud again and hops back on.

"Ugh, how am I supposed to do the hero stuff if I don't know the fighting stuff? Mk whines

"Yeah, and I can't protect anyone by lifting rocks. I'll get more muscles but not get better at fighting" I say while flexing my nonexistent arm muscles

"Ooohoooh. So you want to know the 'fighting stuff, huh?' Like this?" Wukong throws the staff at the wall that MK was hammering at, both of us ducking out of the way and it leaves a giant hole.

We both have star eyes and we shout together "YES!"

"Exactly like that! I am ready for some awesome!" MK says determined

Wukong laughs at us and tells MK he needs practice and then points at me

"And you, you just..." wukong gets cut off by MK's phone ringing

"MK we really need your help!" Mei says on the FaceTime call.

Looking at the monster causes me to have a memory flash, but it causes me to have a slight headache thinking about it. I'm soon dragged out of the cave screeching while MK wildly runs out of it.

Making it to the city we see how big it is. A sweat drop rolls down the side of my face.

"Uh MK I think we should...and there he goes" I sigh

"Yep," Mei says

"Here comes Monkey-" MK shouts

He's thrown back down to the ground creating a crater next to Pigsy and Sandy.

"Yeah we already tried that MK" Mei says embarrassed

"Wait is that?" I squint at the figure that comes zooming towards the creature and easily defeats it.

"Is that Monkie King?" MK asks and rushes off to see if it is him.

Groaning and chasing after him, I get to where I saw him run off and see it isn't Monkie King but an unknown monkey.

"Um, I'm sorry who are you?"

"Macaque. Actually 'The uh...Siz-Eared Macaque' is, you know, my full name. Well.. see you around, MK"

Mk starts to fan girl so hard and I roll my eyes a bit but also had to admit that it was pretty cool what he did. So many questions start to pop into my head.

Why is this guy showing up now? Is he just as powerful as Wukong? Why is he so hot? Um, forget that last bit. But it is odd, the again Monkie King was hiding away til he found a successor so maybe the same kind of thing was happening with this guy. Something seems a bit off about him.

It was decided that against my better judgment would take Macaque as a new mentor. He practiced long and hard with this Six-Eared Macaque until he finally proved what he learned by doing the same move Wukong did to another part of the wall.

"Woah....How'd you learn to do that?" He gasps "Have you been running around with other mentors?" He questions 

While they argue I'm just being nosy and sweeping the air, moping the walls you know how it is. Mk storms off and I see Wukong's expression to one of concern.

I tailed MK to the location of the "demon".

"So many stairs..." *inhales deeply and chugs water* "Oh my God, I'm outta shape. MK imma comin'"

I reach the top just in time for Monkie King to appear, I see Wukong stare down at MK and turn his attention back to Macaque.

"Hey so Monkie King it would have been nice if you had given me a ride up here you jerk, ugh I need to lie down," I say while breathing heavily and falling to the ground.

Macaque and Wukong start an epic battle, while Macaque is distracted I go over to MK and try to pull the staff off of him.

"This is stuck on good I can't get it!" I grunt and try using all my strength to pull it

"Sorry guys nothing personal," Macaque says while summoning the shadow demon

We both scream and I use my body to protect him

"Kid, Nuwa I'm coming" Wukong yells

When the pain from the punch doesn't come, I turn around to see that he came just in time to block a punch from the Shadow Demon.

"Kid we're definitely gonna have words later, but it's time for the hero stuff!" Monkey King grunts

MK and I get the staff off him, I step back and let him swing the staff.

"Patience. Focus. Step into the strike" We all shout

The staff hits the shadow demon which causes an explosion. Wukong rushes to protectively block the rock debris from hurting us. It felt oddly familiar and I smiled to myself. Later on, we are back in the cave, and MK is busy cleaning up a storm. I'm busy meditating and balancing books on my outstretched arms and my leg up in the air.

"This is totally gonna be a do the boring chores and learn awesome Kung fu...right?" MK says

"Ummm, sure," Wukong says hesitantly

After several days of training, we return to the city and it's a lot more blue than usual. All of a sudden some bull clones surround us and their eyes and mouths glow a very bright icy blue color. We start to panic, I start running but I realize my legs are moving but my body is not going anywhere, they start to ounce on us but Pigsy's food truck plows through them.

Out steps the gang in full apocalyptic gear.

"Guys! You look so awesome!" Mk says

"Yeah. So, uh...some stuff happened while you two were away and got kind of intense." Mei says awkwardly

"But I left you with one of my boys!" Mk says

"Oh he's been super useful," Tang says

The clone shrugs his shoulders and poofs out of existence

"Tang!" I shout while rushing over to hug him

"So what happened?" Mk asks

Tang puts a hand out which makes contact with my head, I still try to plow through to hug him but the hand isn't budging. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses close to his face.

"Well after you left, the bull clones attacked. But they were different, more powerful than before. We believe it's all tied back to the Demon Bull King himself. MK....Nuwa...He's conquered everything." Tang finishes solemnly.

I groan and Sandy points to the mountain where they hear a strange noise. We pile into the food truck and head straight for it.

"All right, what's the plan?" Sandy asks

"Uh, I don't know. I was just gonna wing it" MK says unsure

"Sounds great let's go," Sandy says all hyped up

Pigsy revs the engine of the food truck and we all give MK a thumbs-up signaling that we will help him no matter what. Pigsy hits the gas and we start zooming toward to entrance of the town room, Sandy tosses MK, Mei, and me to the giant hole in the ground. We fall a good distance until Mei pulls out her sword and jams it into the wall slowing our descent down to a halt.

"Now what?" MK asks

"Uh guys," I say while looking around us and we spot Bull clones all over the walls like bats seemingly in a resting state. But it didn't last long Mei's phone began to ring and soon woke up the clones.

She scrambles to grab it and accidentally lets go of her sword, MK quickly grabs onto the sword, but I lose my grip and start to fall.

"Nuwa!" They both shout panicked

I close my eyes feeling the wind rush against my face then it stops, I slowly open my eyes and see I'm floating.

"No way!" MK says shocked

"What, what WHAT!?" I shout

"You've got wings," Mei says excitedly with star eyes

"Huh?" I say confused and look at my back and sure enough black leathery wings protrude from my back and are flapping.

"Geez I ruined my favorite hoodie.....but I can fly" I start to zoom around and giggle.

Mei's phone continues to ring as it was an update for Monkey Mech. They both look at each other and grin.

"Here comes Monkie Kid" we all shout while MK jams the staff into the nearby wall and creates the Monkie Kid Mech.

"You hold off the zombie bull clones. I'll get down and finish this" MK tells Mei from inside the Mech.

I'm flying around the outside of it and notice the bull clones are plummeting towards us, I then hear MK being thrown from the Mech and screaming his way down. I start flying after him, catching him and not being able to stop, wrapping my wings around us and crashing into the ground. While above us Mei is holding her own fighting the bull clones like the boss she is.

We crashed and landed in between DBK, Red Son, and PIF.

"Noodle boy and...?" Red Son says surprised

"Littke thieves," DBK says annoyed

Standing up, stretching our backs, and groaning

"Yeah I totally saved us" I shout

"You?!" Red Son shouts as he points at me and his eyes look at my wings

Following his line of sight I blush out of embarrassment

"One crisis at a time Red Son!" I sigh

Red Son still has the surprised Pikachu face and DBK starts charging after us. We dodge out of the way of every throw he makes until PIF uses her fans to move us out of the range of his attacks and directs us to the canisters on DBK's back.

"OK, time for round two" MK exclaims

I stretch my wings out and get into a fighting position.

"No! This time, we fight with you." Red Son says while sprinting off

"You two will have one shot. Make it count" PIF says darting after her son.

Both mother and son attack together, but they are pushed back by DBK's immense newfound power. DBK storms menacingly towards his family. I fly in front of DBK's view of the two and MK throws rocks to distract him. But DBK smashed his hand onto MK and pinned him to the rock wall. Thankfully while I was in DBK's view for a brief few seconds MK made a copy of himself and sent clones of himself to attack at once.

"Here comes Monkey Kid!" MK shouts as I fly to him grabbing him, spinning and tossing him towards DBK for the finishing blows.

The canister is knocked off of him and it explodes sending icy blue energy dispersing everywhere. The DBK family throne room starts to collapse. They make their quick escape and I make one last eye contact with Red Son before he disappears.

"You can't just! Ugh again" MK shouts and dodges rocks that are falling. I grab him and start flying and dodging the rocks. But a huge rock starts its descent toward us and I can't move out of the way in time thankfully Mei comes to the rescue with the Monkie Mech and stops the rock.

"Let's get out of here you Monkie Kids," she says.

After all was said and done, we sat on the Mech's shoulder and ate celebratory noodles.

"You did it guys, you defeated DBK again!" Sandy says

"I don't know if we did, whatever was powering him up it made him...different.

"On another note...where did those wings come from?!" Tang says while pointing at them

I flap them a few times and shrug

"I don't know they just appeared when I was in danger. I kind of don't want to think too hard about it...." I say a bit awkwardly while swirling my noodles around

*sigh* "Who would have thought that adopting these two little orphans would cause our lives to be so adventure-filled" Pigsy says while ruffling my hair

We all share a laugh, finishing our noodles and putting a pin on the "wings" conversation. I decide to go for a walk, I walk past an alleyway and see a little girl reaching for her kitty. I tuck my wings into my hoodie and walk over to her.

"Here let me help you," I say startling her

"Oh thank you," she says gratefully

Handing her the kitty and smiling at her, I see a puff of blue smoke bouncing its way toward us, pushing her out of the way. Before I know it my line of vision blurs, and I feel ice-cold, my head is swimming with unintelligible voices, and pain courses through my body as I become pospassed. I open my eyes to see myself floating in pitch-blackness and a blue skull floating in front of me. Then my consciousness was pushed forward, I could see my surroundings but I couldn't move my body. My mouth moves but I hear an evil laugh that wasn't my own.

"Oh no..."

#lmk red son x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong x fem reader #lmk x reader

[trrickytickle]

Save the Citizen 🔥🐹

(@itslittlegiggle enabler tendencies bestie)

A/N: don't come @ me for not finishing requests!!! I made this in 10mins half ironically!

Maj saves the citizen- by playing dirty. (Lee!Warren Peace, Ler!Magenta)

The Sky High auditorium timer blared. The monotone animatronic yelping of "Save us!" faded. The tweet of Coach Boomer's whistle echoed through the hall. And now, for the most important "the"- the team consisting only of sidekicks lost.

Team members in Save the Citizen were always a hot commodity- it was always a good idea to have the heroes (and Layla) by your side. Otherwise it'd result in the dull death of an animatronic dummy, and a violent and loud superpowered slap in the hubris. The course was set up differently- a more casual, kitten-from-a-tree scenario of a burning building replaced the buzzsaw blades (in part of Sky High's new curriculum), but the spirit remained the same.

"Magenta. Zack. You two won by a hair. You were this close." Coach Boomer sighed. "I'll throw you two a bone, tell you what . Three on one, and Stronghold over here's gonna join you." He signaled to Will, who scooched away from Warren to join them. Zach gave him a fist-bump in response. "Alrighty, moving on, round two. Ya know the drill. Three minutes to save the citizen and obliterate the villain. Three on one. Peace, you're the villain."

Warren nodded, cracking his knuckles. Flames shot out of his hands as the other team flinched, and when Boomer blew the whistle (ear-splittingly loudly) - they were off.

The faux citizen popped up, hollering from the tippy top of a tall building. "Save me! Save me!" Warren lit it on fire in response. The embers spread from the bottom floor up, up, up to the top, and he stood like an unstoppable force in front of an immovable object.

"We're toast. Literally!" Zach said. "Do something!"

"What, turn into a guinea pig?"

"Look, my power is super awesome, but- I-I don't think I'd need to glow for- Let's just let Will do all the work, okay?"

Will was way ahead of them, but stuck on a fight of equal footing with Warren. He was flying over, up and down every single fireball, which were shot by Warren in speedy succession. It seemed like a draw- the citizen would die, engulfed with many others inside this burning building- but wait.

"I have a plan. Stand back." Maj deadpanned, choking back a blush. Zack did not, however, stand back.

"Am I involved in this plan? You need- you need a little Zack Atta-"

"Here goes." In a split-second poof, gone was the purple haired girl- and in her place, a speckled guinea pig. With dextrous speed, Maj scooted over the floorboards, keeping her beady little eyes on the prize- Warren Peace. Zack ran after her despite her insistence on him standing back, but at this present moment, it didn't matter.

Mid-dodge of Will's super strength punch, Maj lunged - diving into Warren's shirt and sniffing and snivelling around. The battle paused. Flames turned to smoke and a scowl turned to a titter. The titter turned to a choke and the choke a giggle and the giggle- full-blown, loud, ridiculous laughter.

"hhH-HAhaaha-hhaHAA-uhH-HAH-hhNgHsss-STOP!" The guinea pig kept gliding along his stomach, giving Will a chance to signal Zach into the dark, tall building and save the citizen, whose monotone pleas were being drowned out by Warren's bellowing but restrained laughter. Unfortunately for him- he had to be kept busy somehow.

"Looooo-ser." Maj's high-pitched guinea pig voice chirped.

"HnngHH-ghetout!"

"Not till we win." she squeaked. Warren did too, through an unexpected bout of high pitched laughter.

"Are you getting this, Zack?" she retorted, still burrowing her snout into Warren's stomach, running circles inside his shirt.

"Have been for the past few minutes."

"Ihi-HI'LL get you back for this you-ddHAHA-HA!"

"FIFTEEN SECONDS!" Boomer's voice reverberated, and in those seconds, Will flew up, grabbed Zack and the mannequin and landed on his feet. The whistle blew again, and everything stopped- including Maj and her little guinea pig feet.

"You three! Your citizen has been SAVED!"

The team gave each other high-fives. Maj glared at Warren smugly, wiggling her fingers.

She couldn't believe that it worked, and she'd never let him live it down.

#tickling #tickle community #t-word #tfb community #tickle fic #tickle #tword

[lost-batarang]

Tim didnt hire himself as batman's emotional support robin to be infantilized like this (what would be funny though is if Bruce sends Tim (15) to babysit Jason (19) and Tim does maliciously compliance just to annoy Jason. No Jason doesnt get a say in this but atleast the kid is good at breaking and entering and breaking open a safe)

yes!!! I can imagine whenever Tim gets tired and Bruce is all broody n shit Tim just...slaps him.

Batman, perched on a gargoyle as lightning strikes near him: Thunder. Clouds. Storms. Loud. Loud as gunshots. Gunshots. Common in this city. This city. That's what it is, isn't it. A city. Gotham city. A society. We live in a societ-

Tim, slapping him round the face as the clouds & lightning goes poof: B. B you fucking idiot. I got fucking punched, B. In my fucking FACE, B. they PUNCHED a CHILD in the FACE, B. B! MY EYE. IS PURPLE. AND SWELLING.

Batman, staring off into the distance dramatically: It's bruised......like this city.

Tim: oh my god. B. My eye. Is starting to fucking bleed. And you're fucking brooding. I'm gonna push you off this gargoyle.

Tim & Jason

Tim, knocking on the manor door and just walking in to find Jason sleeping on the sofa covered in food: I don't get paid enough for this shit.

Jason, waking up: HuH- oh FUCK, are you Tim??? Bruce told me to babysit you for the day. Sucks to be you.

Tim, who knows damn well Bruce sent him to babysit Jason, through gritted teeth: Yeahh...Sure.

Some time later....

Jason, heading to the batcave: Hey, wanna rob the Batmobile tires n dump them in the trash?

Tim, sighing:....Do you even have the codes for the batcave?

Jason: Superman's a dork.

Batcomputer: Welcome back, Bruce Wayne.

Jason: You're not the only robin who heard Bruce yell the secret password!...you heard him yell the secret password before, right?

Tim, heading in the batcave w/him: That...wasn't a secret code. I just remotely unlocked the entrance using the actual secret code. I think Bruce was just messing with you.

Jason:....Fuck you.

Jason, trying to take the tires off the batmobile: Wow. Old man really upgraded these things, huh. Did he make any upgrades to the robin suit? Remove those stupid shorts?

Tim: Oh-. Uh, he actually did. He reinforced against blunt weapons and explosions. Incase- Actually, nevermind.

Jason: Oh. Yeah, okay, nevermind. Do you, uh wanna take the batmobile for a spin?

Tim: Sure. I know the passcode, if you need it-

Jason, already smashing through the window: the what?

A while later....

Jason, driving the batmobile with Tim in the backseat: OH GOD OH GOD OH FUCK OH SHIT-

Tim, who has been trying to tell this full grown man how to drive for the last 42 minutes: JASON JASON FUCKING TURN JASON

A crash later...

Some guy with a knife who was robbing some dude in an alleyway, seeing Red Hood covered in blood and oil as he emerges from a pile of flames, smoke, and metal slowly walk toward him, towering over everyone like a demon straight from hell, wreathed in flame, whilst Robin, covered in sweat fire & blood, stands beside him with a face that looks angrier than Batman on one his bad days:....

Red Hood: Reinforced Kevlar, Tim. It'll save your ass and make you look badass.

Robin: No shit.

Some guy with a knife and soiled pants, bolting away as fast as he can: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Red Hood, firing a single bullet that easily catches up to him and knocks him to the ground with a broken leg:

The guy who was being robbed, who just saw Red Hood emerge from a pile of fire, ash, and scrap wreathed in a flaming, furious, light like an avenging angel: I- Thank you?!

Red Hood: uh. Do you know where a mechanic is. We sorta need to get some repairs made now.

Robin, laying against a wall about to collapse from the heat of the actual fucking flames on his suit: and water please. water would be nice.

#tim drake #red robin #theyre so goofy your honor #also sorry for the textblock anon #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #batfamily #jason todd #red hood

[giggly-squiggily]

OKAY TIME FOR SILLY LITTLE HEADCANON NUMBER 2

Oh no! Ducky’s self indulgent on main!

Finral is so totally deathly ticklish under his arms.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

Just kidding- I know how vague that is.

HOWVER-

After talking to Ian Sinclair, and learning that he is pushing Magna’s superiority agenda, I think that our resident delinquent gets so fed up with Luck and Finral pranking him that he just goes to town FR 😭

Magna’s unnatural man strength vs itty bitty. Who would win 😳😵‍💫🫶🧍‍♀️👉🤨😅✨🤫🫡🤭👉😳✨😳🤬🫡😊😫❤️😇‼️☺️🥺🤣😳🥹🛏️

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

KLEJKRJKEJKR DUCKY! Your headcanons never fail to make me grin like a fool! This is so cute AHH! I love Finral, and I adore Magna- so this is perfect! I've gotcha covered :P

Finral knew he should have said no.

Luck grinning like that never promised anything good, and Finral had a bad feeling he was gonna be stuck with the aftermath of whatever antics the blonde got them into.

Alas- Luck was born with a natural charisma that made it literally impossible to turn down. That is where we find our dear portal master; back against the wall and eyes wide with Magna before him. “M-Magna! D-Don’t forget, I rank hi-igher than you!”

“Save pulling rank for someone who cares. You think after a prank like that you can get away?” Dark eyes flickered to the grimoire floating by Finral’s hip, a smirk pulling on his lips. Finral flushed, caught in the act. “Nice try though.”

“Magna- Magna don’t- stay back!” Finral squished as far into the wall as he could when the other lunged, grabbing his wrists before pinning them overhead. The grimoire poofed away just as fingers dug into Finral’s armpits, going straight for the kill.

“AHH! AHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHA MAHAHAHAHAGMHAHAHAHHA!” The spacial mage all but spasmed against the wall, knees giving out immediately upon the feeling. A knee was placed between his legs, catching him before he could hit the ground. “DOHOOHOOHOOHN’T!”

“Oh man- Vanessa was right about you! Ehehehe- you’re so ticklish!” Magna cackled, laughing just as much as he carried on gently prodding and poking into Finral’s pits. Even the airiest of grazes sent his head flying back, smile wide and cheeks pink as he giggled himself silly. “I think you might be worse than Asta! Never thought I’d see the day…”

Around the corner, Luck poked his head in to watch the sight. “Oh no! Mister Finral got caught! Whatever shall we do?” He giggled as he ran over, fingers already sparking. Without any warning he grabbed Magna’s hips.

“AHHEHA!” The flame mage full body spasmed, unprepared for the sudden tickle. Twisting around to glare, he just missed Finral opening a portal against the wall he leaned on. “Luck you son of a- Wait, I’m not done with-”

The rest was deafened as the warp closed, Finral collapsing in a heap of giggles against rose plush carpet. “Heh, Magna got you good, huh?” Vanessa smiled from her vanity, two glasses before her as she finished filling the second one with wine. “Wanna drink, Fin?”

“Hehe..hehehe…y-yeah, yes please.”

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #black clover #magna swing #finral roulacase #luck voltia #vanessa enoteca #they are dorks your honor

[lapetitsorciere]

Mythical J. Sausage's take on Jimmy's Villain Arc

As all of us are or have been thinking about possible (or, maybe impossible) Jimmy's villain arc and the way it can go, I offer you to read (or watch, or listen, or do everything at once) Sausage's take on that subject.

I understand that, maybe, not everyone watched Sausage's stream - "Our First Live Stream From Empires SMP Season 2", so not everyone knows that he did an improve of fanfiction ("It's not canon, it's not confirmed lore." - he said.) and told us a story about Jimmy's Villain Arc.

Here it is without any breaks to change music (which are there in the video).

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We are ganna do a little “Jimmy is a toy” story and then I’ll through you in how he becomes a villain and what he’s gonna do in his villain arc. Here it comes.

See if we can improvise this.

Story time.

Ok. Here we go. Ready.

Jimmy’s villain arc. Chapter I by Mythical J. Sausage.

Jimmy is a toy! And everybody knows it, except for Jimmy. But one day, one dark, wet, moist day it was raining in Tumble Town, he had a realization: “Man! Why is my skin so hard? I don’t know. Oh, no! I’m made out of wood, is this not normal?” He opened his eyes and was like, “Oh, no! How did I just notice that I’m made out of wood and all my parts are hard?! Oh, no, how did that happen?” All over sudden he looks back.

Hwpsh. A shot gets shot through the window and breaks the glass.

Out comes this Demon. Was it Xornoth? No! Xornoth ‘ve been dead generations. That was Western soulless demon. He was dressed all in black.

Walks in the door an’ says: “I’ve cursed you, son and now you can see – You’re made out of wood. Open your eyes, everybody sees it. Yes, yes, yes. I did it. You are not gonna do nothing about it!”

And Jimmy was like: “No! They were right! I was blinded this whole time! Get out of here, Demon!”

The Demon then poofs away laughing in the background: “Ha, ha, ha, dummy!”

And then Jimmy’s like, “Man! People were right – I was a toy the whole time.”

And then psh, psh, psh, ps. Thunder. Lightning crashed and it hit Jimmy in the face. Jimmy starts melting, the wood starts burning.

The song is finished.

All over sudden Jimmy starts melting, the wood starts catching flames and he turns into ash – a big old pile of ash on the floor.

The Demon comes back – poof, sees the ashes on the ground. But guess what? The demon wasn’t done with Jimmy. Oh, no, no, no, no.

The demon wasn’t done.

He waved his hands in the air – the ash started to spew up into the sky. A little tornado in Tumble Town appeared and it was all Jimmy ashes. And it all makes sense now that ashes go down and it creates Jimmy from the ground up, but Jimmy is all now covered in mush nasty old ash.

His eyes light up and Jimmy’s eyes turn red.

Jimmy goes; “Yeehaw. Mother beep.” And then Jimmy starts cussing up a storm all down the street.

“Beep-Beep-Beep.” And goes like: “I’m gonna murder every single person I announce as corrupted.”

Jimmy now has the power of shooting himself in the air like a tornado, but it is all like an ashy tornado.

The Demon at the background laughing “Ha-ha-ha-ha. Go murder every single one of these Empires!”

“Mother beep,” Jimmy goes. “Yippie ki yay beep.”

You know, it’s like Jimmy’s cussing up all the way around the town and the Demon’s like: “Go forth and murder everything.”

The tornado starts picking over Jimmy. Evil Jimmy Villain Jimmy arc starts.

Going out the door, out of the saloon, Jimmy shoots a gun, shoots a gun because he has actually two six shooters now. Because Jimmy, Jimmy kills now.

He ends up going all the way to Stratos. His first victim – Joel Thunder Daddy…

Jimmy goes to Stratos, straight to the Heart of the Gods Realm to take out Joel for all the times he called him a toy.

He was right though, but he’s going straight to Stratos. He’s going in, passing the statue of Saint Pearl, passing Donkey Jeremy all the way down the line, cussing up a storm, saying “Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, holy beep”. Beep everywhere. Jimmy’s cussing.

He’s a rated R Jimmy, no longer PG.

All over sudden you hear a lightning bolt: “Bam!”

Joel’s clapping his cheeks – Bam! – clapping ‘em again – Bam! Bam! Bam!

Joel is having a cheek-clapping session – just practicing. Not for any particular reason.

I wasn’t around. I wasn’t. I was resting, sleeping under a tree in Sanctuary.

Jimmy comes down the road, Joel sees him and he’s like: “Oh, look it’s a stupid little toy!”

Jimmy’s like “Beep you! Stratos God, beep you!”

And then Joel’s like: “Ha, ha! You’r not PG no more.”

And then – Fwapa! – Jimmy shoots Joel in the face.

“Fwapa!” – Jimmy shoots Joel in the face again.

“Fwapa!” – shoots him again.

“Pa-pa-pa-pa.” – he has no bullets left in this gun.

Joel’s dead.

Jimmy just killed the God.

Yep. Because those bullets had…

Joel’s dead. Rest in peace, Joel.

Jimmy’s laughing – “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”. ‘t is evil, corrupt Jimmy arc. He’s laughing at the face of a dead God.

Those bullets were made with some kind of evil juice inside them. I don’t know what kind of juice it is. The Demon put it in there.

Joel’s dead. And all over sudden in the background… Hermes just shoots up into sky, looks down at the evil Jimmy.

Hermes is mad.

Hermes says: “You’ve killed my father… You’re gonna die now, little man.” Because Jimmy is still tiny at this point.

Jimmy looks up at Hermes flapping his little wings and his feet and he’s like: “I’m gonna take you out too. I’ve always wanted to, you stupid guy. Bam! Dead! Dead! Bam! Bam!”

Hermes didn’t let him finish. Hermes shoot a lightning bolt straight into Jimmy’s eye.

He burst into a powder all over the place.

The Demon comes behind and says – “You can’t do that!”

“Baba!” – Hermes kills the Demon too.

Hermes starts crying and says – “I had to do it.”

Hermes then goes down where Daddy Joel is, picks ‘im up and says: “Not today, Daddy.”

He touched him in the forehead and Joel comes back to life.

Joel’s like: “What’s just happened?”

Hermes’s like: “Oh. The toy is dead. You don’t need to worry about him no more.”

And Joel’s like: “Ah! Cool!”

And then – Pom, pom, pom – he starts clapping his cheeks in front of Joel, in front of Jimmy’s old rotten body on the floor that has just turned into ash again.

“Pam, pam, pam!” – cheeks clapping over there.

There you go – the end.

Fanfiction done today. Let’s go back to regular music.

And that is Story time with Sausage.

Hermes saved the day, Jimmy’s dead, but he had his villain arc. The Demon is gone too, the little Western Demon’s gone too.

Here you go – Story Time with sausage, a fanfiction of the day – the day, that Jimmy became a villain and Hermes, uh, destroyed him. You’re welcome.

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Timestamps: 41:49 - 54:08

P.S. The Stream was recorded on February 3rd 2023.

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I'm going to give you my own take on Jimmy’s Villain Arc one day (I need more time to write it down). My story is going to be different from Sausage's, this I can promise.

So you can wait for it and see for yourself.

#empires smp #empires smp season 2 #empires smp season two #esmp s2 #esmp season 2 #mythical j sausage #mythical sausage #empires sausage #esmp sausage #mythicalsausage #empires jimmy #empires solidarity #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #solidaritygaming #tumble town #toy jimmy #toy sheriff #demon #empires joel #empires smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #empires 2 #stratos #santa perla #saint pearl #god of the sky #empires hermes #esmp hermes

[poisonouswritings]

Hi! Love your work and it's been getting me through the last legacy drought ;-;

May I request the main 3 with a MC that wears really cute or baggy clothes so you can't see their figure too well but one day after idk getting caught in the rain the mc is changing the LIs just see that mc is ripped/ has badass tattoos and the LIs just shuting down lol

Literally none of them are prepared for this

GN!Reader, changing the scenario a little bit, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage)

It's a casual day. You've been working on some spellwork for the better part of the morning and decide to take a quick stretch break. So out you go to Fathom's training yard! Only to see Anisa throw Sage (like a sack of potatoes) into a stack of haybales while Felix applauds from a bench on the sidelines.

Sage clambers up to his feet, straw stuck in his braid, growling and snapping at Anisa and demanding a redo. Meanwhile Anisa is trying not to snicker as she says that Sage must be getting slow.

That's right about when you step into view, wearing some sweatpants and a baggy hoodie.

Felix beckons for you to sit next to him, eagerly asking you how your studying is going. Do you need help with anything? A lot of those spells can be quite difficult for someone who has only recently started learning, though you are doing a magnificent job so far

Anisa happily goes to hug you - aka pick you up and spin you - in greeting. Says it's good that you're taking a rest! Spells can be difficult, and you need to take it easy. She just doesn't want you tiring yourself out. Though if you need someone to carry you, she's at your service

Sage is now significantly more mortified at the fact Anisa just yote him. He tries to play it off but his face is bright red and his tail keeps twitching. You hardly even get a word out before he starts loudly proclaiming that Anisa Is A Dirty Cheat! And He Totally Wouldn't Have Lost If She Had Played Fair! As if you haven't seen him get his ass handed to him multiple times already. Okay Sage. Whatever you gotta tell yourself.

You wave their concerns away and assure them you're fine, just a little antsy. Maybe a spar would help you get your focus back? And obviously your partner jumps at the idea. So game on!

Felix hops up from the bench and takes his place on one end of the little battlefield. Green flames flicker at his fingertips. This will be a good chance to judge how your offensive spellcasting is coming along :)

Anisa takes her position and readies her sword, rattling off a few things for you to remember - stay out of reach of her blade, aim low, etc etc. This can be a good teaching moment. She's a little less concerned about you learning to fight as she is you defending yourself - after all, she's your knight. She'll be there to fight for you :)

Oh, Sage saunters over to his spot, picking the last of the hay from his hair. First one to pin the other wins. Sound good? He's taught you enough that you should have a fighting chance, so long as you don't start overthinking it. Just know that he won't take it easy on you ;3

Alright. You yank your hoodie up over your hea-

Holy fucking shit you're ripped

And you have badass tattoos?

No one was prepared for that. At all.

Felix's flames immediately sputter out. Suddenly he can't look you in the eye. The tips of his ears go pink. He knew you were strong - you've helped him lug around massive piles of books enough times to be sure of that - but he had no idea you'd look like this under your usual baggy attire! He... He wants to see you in a corset. Sorry not sorry.

Anisa nearly drops her sword in surprise. Her pupils do that excited cat-prinpick thing that happens when she's excited, and her hair poofs like fur. Man. She's gonna have to make some adjustments to your training regimen. Which she'll plan out as soon as she stops drooling.

*tail wag tail wag tail wag* Sage Will Not Recover From This Anytime Soon. Suddenly he's a lot more interested in this match, though you get the sneaking suspicion from the flustered-yet-excited look on his face that he's totally gonna let you win because he's horny and wants to be pinned. Obviously he asks if you have more tattoos. He'll show you his if you show him yours.

You try to spar with your partner but,, uh,,,

Felix's spells keep fizzling out because he can't concentrate.

Anisa is so flustered she nearly trips over her own boots.

Sage practically lays down on the floor for you to pin him.

You end up just going to do some stretches and maybe whack a training dummy a few times while everyone (especially your partner) tries to wrap their heads around what they just witnessed.

Sorry your partner is a massive fucking simp

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #anisa anka #last legacy anisa #fictif anisa #sage lesath #last legacy sage #fictif sage #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[originemesis]

@atomeyes xxx

He is peeking above the clouds, closed eyes accompanied His furrowed brow as he watches adam loaf. at least, He thinks, he is enjoying himself. God cannot fault adam for this, cannot fault him for taking a break. the exterminations (ugh) were rough. but adam seemed to be taking them in stride. a hand tentatively reaches out to poke at his side. curious. ❝ hell is not all flames and despair, adam. ❞ He corrects this grievous misconception. it was not always known as fire and brimstone, but someone brought it with him when cast out. ❝ ... does hell have such a tradition? ❞

The poke of God is not something that goes unnoticed. Last time, (at least according to Michaelangelo's visual fanfiction-) when JUST THE TIPS touched, literal life was sparked into being. And not even the extra short nerfed kind that so casually fell out of Eve's pocket pussy either-

So of course when his loaf is Godpoked, every little nerve ending flares, sending the same energy through every end of every feather atom that a cat with poofed fur would enact upon being unexpectedly sat near a cucumber and noticing it for the first time.

Despite this display, his tone is...some what measured. Perhaps a warble sneaks in there. "-well I don't see YOU skibidi-skipping down there for a pastrami on rye, now do I?" A big old shake later and a reapplication of his wings to hug himself tight around the cloud like a cat fastening its claws into a cushion at the fear of being lifted prematurely off its perch, he adds.

"I mean...I'd RATHER go to a smores night up here- yknow ~ if there was one."

Hint, hint, hint.

#//screes at #atomeyes #suggestive cw #verse ; // the crusades

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Digital drawings featuring Therion, Alfyn, H’aanit, and Ophilia. There are full descriptions of all images under the cut. End image description.]

gamer who is like visibly trying not to cry and teary-eyed and sniffling and drawing shaky breaths and hands trembling and constantly wiping his nose on his sleeves but he’s winning the boss battle

[Image description: First is an illustration of Starseer Therion, Runelord Alfyn, Warmaster H’aanit, and Sorcerer Ophilia, with some outfit details differing from canon. For example, Therion’s dress, cap, and armor are colored silver and white. He wields a wavy blue dagger and smiles widely, with tears dripping down his cheek. His left eye shows through his hair, oozing black with a blue, star-shaped pupil. Alfyn’s outfit is predominately teal with darker, flourishing embroidery, and he wears a gold circlet with wings sprouting from the sides. He wields a golden axe and sticks out his pointer fingers with a confident grin. H’aanit’s outfit is predominately dark magenta, and she wears silver sword-shaped earrings, two gold rings on a necklace, and a thick white rope around her waist. She wields a bow with a snapped string in one hand and a polearm in the other, and has a determined glare on her face. Ophilia wears a long, indigo mantle with cream lining and flourishing orange embroidery, a black dress with red highlights, and a bronze belt with a violet jewel. She also wears a long cream headscarf, pinned into place by a violet jewel, and a red underscarf. She wields her staff and smirks with half-lidded eyes.

Second is a sketched comic. Alfyn and Therion sit together, drinking at a tavern. While Therion is sipping from his cup, Alfyn holds his own cup aloft with a grin and says, “Honestly, I’ve never much been able to connect with my patron god... I mean, Dohter? I hardly KNOW ’er!” Therion, just barely smiling, goes, “...Heh...” His smile widens a bit and he brings his other hand up as if to cover it, going, “Heehee...” Finally, he’s overtaken by a full laugh: “WAHAHAHA!!” Alfyn, dumbstruck and flushed, thinks to himself (in all caps), “He laughed? At such a stupid joke?! And he’s... CUTE?!?” Therion, having calmed down, sips his drink again and thinks sheepishly, “...What’s gotten into me?” Alfyn trembles and clutches at his chest with a wobbly, blushing smile, thinking, “The HELLS has gotten into me?!” H’aanit looks awkwardly at the table with a bead of sweat on her cheek and thinks, “What in the name of... N-nay, I shan’t say it...” Ophilia looks down at her glass of water with a demure smile and thinks, “What in the holy, lofty, FUCKING name of Aelfric—blessed be he, and may his Sacred Flame burn eternally!—has gotten into those two”

Last is a doodle of Therion walking off with his fist clenched in anger. He says, “I swear, scholars have to be some of the most PIGHEADED—” He cuts himself off as he’s suddenly poofed into a scholar outfit. Sweating, he says (in all caps), “Wh—Alephan?! Listen I didn’t mean it ok!” Beneath that is a doodled chart of the relationships between Therion, Alfyn, H’aanit, and Ophilia. Alfyn toward Therion: “t4t bi4bi.” Toward H’aanit: “admires her knowledge and harmony with nature.” Toward Ophilia: “lil sis.” Therion toward Alfyn: “t4t bi4bi repressed edition.” Toward H’aanit: “coolest person he’s ever met.” Toward Ophilia: “nun.” Ophilia toward Alfyn: “big bro.” Toward Therion: “big bro’s annoying bestie.” Toward H’aanit: “baby lesbian crush.” H’aanit toward Therion: “like a housecat.” Toward Alfyn: “like a lynx.” Toward Ophilia: “like a snow leopard cub.” End image description.]

#octopath traveler #therion ot #alfyn greengrass #h'aanit ot #ophilia clement #drawings #caption is how i assume galdera would have gone if i hadn't died three turns in #like it's annoying that i'll have to redo the other bosses but honestly being like 'im gonna vanquish galdera just in time for the end of #pride month *smirk*' and then instantly getting killed was a really funny way to go #love loses i guess. #btw i JUST noticed while looking at refs for that doodle that therion's scholar and cleric outfits appear ripped at the hem?? thats so funny #like 'no way would i ever actually become one of those uptight bitches. i stole these clothes.'

[weirdlet]

Got off a little early from work, so game is on early as well! Or- late because GM is late, but we are starting off with between-session shenanigans. Due to the last plot point floating out there, it turns out a dark god we inadvertantly pleased some time ago has temporarily raised the lava in the volcano and trapped the mighty dragon for four rounds in an enormous ruby. So we get some chances to actually stab it a lot before it reaches its second phase and super-sayin's us.

We fight the dragon most heartily as he strains against his prison, and finally a disintegrate hits him, turning him to dust- but as he goes poof, the ashes turn to living flame. As a great ancient wyrm, this is his final form- we stopped him from becoming a god, but HOLY SHIT this thing is powerful regardless. And now we have to fight the living heart of a volcano.

We are chugging potions and hacking away and also fighting three bigass fire elementals. Glory downs a potion of haste and is praying under his breath. Maeve is wielding a frost-sword that keeps her from taking heat-exhaustion. And after a big hit, the dragon coruscates with white flames that burn the eyes and radiate damage if you're too close. Fortunately, Trinidad is gigantic and hardened and probably wearing sunglasses.

The breath weapon comes back online, and he spews fire across the northern part of the map- Glory and Trinidad are betwixt them nimble and strong, and covered in extra strength fire resistance potion, so it's terrifying but livable.

A sunbeam blinds and injures one of the elementals, and nearly slays Hoornmdargh! But the dragon turns, and snaps Alain between his jaws, even as his own wounds gush!

And then Trinidad spins his giant glaive, and slices the dragon's head clean off!

AS we're hastily pouring healing potions down throats and getting Alain upright, Ilmater himself steps through a portal to take us to a fight we must also tend to. Something about a runestone. The final cult that was the reason Alain came to be, until his purpose was fulfilled. We're a little leery about it just because we are exhausted, all our useful abilities are spent, but we have missions to fulfill. As Glory announces, he has a husband, a harbor to run, and babies to have, just like Trinidad has a wife, and Sorianna wishes to have Alistair who is now Alain, and who might be again. Maeve is a paladin of Ilmater, so take a wild guess.

40k gold pieces and 36k platinum rain from the ceiling, but absolutely no useful magic items. We step through the portal and the GM calls for a break, disappointed but amused by the treasure table's results.

*insert appropriate 'Let's All Go To The Lobby!' song break here*

As we step through, we receive visions- back in the magical tower of Leilon, the world covered in inky darkness and conquered by cthulian things, and each of us are taken through two scenarios- one in which these things tempt us into our primary character-driving sins, and we end the world but stand tall; and one in which we reject our sins and self-sacrifice. And we're asked if we would choose one or the other.

And in most instances, our own sins prevent us from giving in to these things that would destroy our world. Glory in particular is offered, in the name of his Wrath, the ability to slaughter anyone who wronged him, to wreak vengeance upon the next ten generations, to which he responds with a resounding "Meh." "Ten generations? Slaughter armies? I can kill anyone who pisses me off myself! Ten gener- what? Get a hobby! Take up drinking! Get a girlfriend!!!"

As we come through these visions, refreshed and healed, we find the god of martyrs upon the ground, the pool of his blood forming a shield against the man-sized starspawn surrounding and pressing against it. The same things that killed Alistair. In the same tower he had died in. And one of them, more wizardly than the rest, the wizard we fought with against them, holds the runestone and monologues at us about finding his purpose and using the stone to destabilize reality and let things in.

Basically, if we can get rid of the runestone it will be a net gain, but there may have to be self-sacrifice to do it.

Protected by the blood of the god, staring at these horrible things, Maeve gives a holy, magically enhanced command- and the starseer blinks and throws the runestone into the corner away from himself and near us.

Sorianna mage-hands it! And we all look at each other, going, 'how the f do we destroy it?'

The seer gapes at us, and is like- 'are you joining me? Or- you really need to worry about my boss, he's perfect and beautiful - and he is coming soon.' And then he tries to collapse reality around Sorianna, who counterspells it but is freaked out by the sight.

Glory stays still, waiting safely ensconced in the blood as the creatures swarm around us- then stabs the one closest to him through the face on a natural 20 with a massive doubled sneak-attack. Trinidad rages, and we are shredding these creatures.

And then the big one slinks down the stairs. It pushes one of the bodies into the blood to stand on.

Meanwhile, Alain touches the big holographic vision-generator in the center of the room, guiding it to show him the possibilities of what he can do, what different outcomes depending on who sacrifices what- and he jumps out the window after dumping that raw in our brains, jumping out the window to be the distraction in order for someone else to successfully take the stone out with them.

An inspiration point is used to switch turns, and Sorianna throws her bag of holding at Glory, says "We're not going through this again," and teleports the rest of us to her home as she misty-steps herself out into the void with the runestone in her arms.

The dying god breathes on Alistair and guides him through time and space to find himself a feasting table, while Sorianna bounces through time and space, following bloodied footprints that take her to different points Quantum-Leaping around us throughout our journey.

And her journey through time and space, influencing all the outcomes, ends with her appearing in her home, as we three others are about to walk in, and Alistair, her darling, sitting at the table with a feast before him.

There is such an embrace. There are tears. Each of us are greeted- Maeve by her lost dog, Glory by his husband, Trinidad is punched in the arm by his orcish wife. And we hear Ilmater's voice, whispering thank you in his last breaths, as he fades out of existence. The bleeding god bleeds no more, and he has helped us to save ourselves.

At first there's shock. Carver and Maeve have lost their divine power. There's an initial round of how do you replace/revive a god, and some chattering back and forth, and Sorianna actually feels another pull to leap in time again. Somehow, this is not the last stop, and there's one more thing that needs done.

She disappears, and we're left with jaws gaping. After some teleport shenanigans, we're back at the lair of the dragon to collect the cash, and are greeted by glowing knights, asking us if we believe Alistair is worthy of taking up the open slot of godhood.

Glory's like 'you leave those two alone! They deserve their happiness together!' Maeve argues that he should only become a god if he wishes. Trinidad argues that no mortal is worthy of godhood. Love, free will, and gatekeeping- the gods will take these into account, though which will reign supreme is anyone's guess.

There's a new left turn to the pathways that wasn't there before. As Trinidad and his wife are gathering up the biggest fortune in the world, Maeve and Glory investigate the metal doors to a stairway that goes up, and up, and up-

about the point where there's clouds and blue skies, Glory says 'I don't think I belong here- are you sure you want to keep going?' The sending stones aren't working, and Maeve tells Glory- you have a family. And I really want to find out what's on the other side.

After a short argument about what kind of friend would I be- Glory says 'I hope you find what you're looking for' and gifts her his mother's haircomb with the one missing jewel, before sauntering vaguely downward.

Maeve keeps walking. Meeting gods along the way, who guide her to Ao and meets the godhead. She is undone and remade in the image of her best self- she becomes a goddess. Her armor becomes cosmic. She is taught that all children under Ao are worthy, even if starspawn and gods and mortals need different things. And she renames herself and takes her place.

Sorianna pops out in her final destination! Alistair is being argued over by all the good gods, petted and pulled and spoiled between them. He's being pulled to godhood. She calls out to him-

-and he calls back, saying, "Join me, my love!"

The gods start whispering among themselves. The moment runs long. Sorianna says "We are better together, we are a package deal-" and is given the same morsels Alistair is. All the gods are familiar to her, except one, with the cosmos in her armor.

"I'm happy to see you again, friends. Welcome!"

All three become known for their mercy, though each have a different spin.

Glory finds his way out of the disappearing staircase via some lava tubes, emerges coughing and forswearing that left turn at Albaqurqe, and comes out into the full salvage operation of the ruby. He goes home with his husband, one of the richest people in the world.

He has babies, becomes pirate king of the seas but legit, and loves his husband Carver, who takes the loss of his divine power with grace and humility- and still rises every morning at dawn for calisthenics and prayer.

next week, we're probably working on a Pathfinder campaign. Several folks are switching out because of scheduling issues, and I'm going to be late regardless because of work, but we've had so much fun and want to do it again.

#Glory's Travails #campaign finale

[scattered-winter]

Elaborate on were creature au 🔫🔫 /lh

aight listen. LISTEN. sit down kids Uncle Winter's gonna Learn You A Thing

so in this AU: were creatures are all compelled to transform and go apeshit but each one uses different phases of the moon to do that. werewolves are full moons obviously but like. a new moon is a different species etc etc I haven't worked out which species fits which moon phase yet but you GET me. so during the Moon Transformation they HAVE to transform, but only the people who have been turned by someone else have the whole "go apeshit insane" bit. if it's hereditary, then you just have a lovely jaunt as an animal <3 also everyone can transform into their animal form at will outside the moon phases. tldr: moon phase = transforming against their will. not moon phase = transforming whenever the hell they want. turned were creatures have the apeshit out of control thing, born were creatures do not. hope this helps <3

Bruce is a werewolf who was turned as a kid. his parents were torn apart by the wolf but police managed to stop him before he could do the same to Bruce. he has the scars from the bites on his shoulder and arm still :] he also has sharp wolf canines and can have wolf ears if he wants to lmfao. he chases his tail and I won't be accepting criticism on this. I'm right. part of the reason he adopts kids so much is because werewolves have an INSANE parental/pack bond instinct. he sees kids without a home and wolf brain goes "PUP NEEDS FAMILY!" it's not his fault all his pups are frothing at the mouth craving for violence if he had a choice he would keep them safe in the manor but noooooooooo

Dick is a werephoenix. he can spontaneously burst into flames at random moments because he deserves it <3 also the symbolism of like. rising from the ashes of trauma and tragedy to become something More. his parents were both weres so he doesn't go Apeshit but sometimes his flames kinda burn out so he needs to take time to recover and regain his energy. he also has wings whenever the fuck he wants to because he DESERVES them. and when he's angry his eyes glow like a bonfire and his voice roars and smoke rises from his skin/feathers and he burns everything he touches. even as a human he still carries himself like a bird. like he's going to take flight at any moment. like he's lighter than air. he has red and orange feather patterns on his back and shoulders that everyone thinks are tattoos but no they're just his phoenix characteristics showing through

Jason is a werewolf. he was born, not turned. before his death he could transform into an ADORABLE wolf pup with big eyes and soft ears. he used that power for evil <3 (conning Alfred into giving him more cookies, for one). AFTER his death, he's like a werewolf crossed with Eldritch Horror. his eyes glow green his teeth lengthen and sharpen before your eyes his coat warps and fluctuates like a living shadow he can disappear completely into the darkness except for a pair of glowing green eyes leering out at you etc etc etc. he also has canines and after Lazarus he has inky black marks on his back and shoulders like the shadow fur fixed onto his skin, too. his coat started out pure black but now he has the White Floof(TM)

Tim is the Certified Normal Human(TM). at some point he is bitten and transformed into something but HELL IF I KNOW WHAT THAT IS

Cass is a werepanther. she moves with a very eerie Catlike Grace even as a human and her eyes reflect yellow in the dark. she was born a were but lives in fear every day that she'll lose control one night. she yowls when she's upset and her hair poofs up around her head like a cat's tail would. she keeps a scratching post in her room. she can jump incredibly high and balance extremely well and she always, always lands on her feet.

Damian is part werewolf (from Bruce) and part weredragon (from Talia.) as a human he has scale patterns on his back and shoulders, and sharp canines from his wolf side. he has two animal forms which is incredibly rare but they're mixed. his wolf form sometimes has reptilian eyes. sometimes the fur standing up along his neck looks more like spines. his dragon form can howl. sometimes he snuffles the ground like a wolf. when he's angry his ears lie flat and his growl rumbles and the very back of his throat begins to glow orange.

Steph is a werefox. a thinker. a survivor. she wraps her big bushy tail around herself to keep warm on cold patrols <3 as a human she has sharp canines and her hair looks Distinctly Orange in certain lighting. she has a tendency to collect things and hoard them in her room. when she's angry her hair puffs up like fur, and a low growl rises from deep within her throat

Duke is a werelion. he still has his powers so he's a GLOWING werelion btw. as a human he has retractable claws and canines and sometimes in certain lighting the lion shows through. in his eyes, in the way he's sitting, perched like he's about to pounce. regal, like a king. when he's angry his roar sounds like it can split the very earth in two, and light dances in his mane like flames

#i never know what to do w tim in aus lmfao #but yeah <3 these are my thinkings #were creature au #winter speaks #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #roTATING this rn....

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

💜💜 julie + fainting

Julie needs to take better care of herself and let her ghosts love her. Alex loves her. That's it, that's the fic.

Send me prompts!

It’s a bad day from the beginning.

Julie doesn’t know what it is— school or the band or trying to help four boys who’ve been dead for thirty years figure out how to live in the twenty-first century or (most likely) a terrifying combination of all three— but she’s been stressed out of her mind lately. She barely slept last night, she thinks she got through the school day without absorbing a single word anyone said, and the longer band practice goes, the worse her headache gets at just the thought of how much homework she has to do tonight.

She’s not sure if she ate anything today. That’s probably not a good sign.

She leaves the studio after rehearsal exhausted, her ears ringing and a constant throbbing pain at the back of her neck. She’s a little dizzy, too, so much so that she stumbles when Alex suddenly poofs in front of her, and she has to grab at the stone wall for balance.

“Whoa, hey, you okay?” Alex holds a hand out to steady her but doesn’t actually touch her— he, of all the former ghosts, has been the most hesitant in making physical contact with her, like he’s still not confident that it’s possible. “You looked a little pale in there, I wanted to make sure.”

Julie closes her eyes. Her head’s spinning a little bit. “Um. Yeah, no, I’m— I think I should just maybe sit down.”

She doesn’t bother searching for a low enough spot on the wall, just sinks all the way to the ground. She might, admittedly, black out for a second, because when she opens her eyes, Alex is knelt down next to her, holding her up. He looks terrified.

“Oops,” Julie says.

“Oops?” Alex repeats, incredulous. “Julie, what the hell was that! You— you fainted or something! Wait here, I’m gonna get your dad—”

“No!” Julie stops him before he can poof out. “Alex, I’m fine, I just. Didn’t eat enough today.”

“Well, then, I’m getting you a snack,” Alex insists, carefully helping her to her feet. “We could’ve canceled band practice, you know. You gotta tell us when you’re not feeling good, we’re here to help.”

Julie’s heart warms with affection for him. “Yeah. You’re right. Thanks, Alex.”

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