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sharpedgedfool · 7 months

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i fucking love your monster au design for shadow could we have some lore abt him? (if you want to :])

Apologies for the essay I'm about to drop for your ask jddfgsdkgf, but here's a sketch as a peace offering and I'll drop all the lore I have for you under the read more! Glad people are interested in it cause I'm currently obsessed with it lmao

OK so basically Eggman in this universe is still the mad doctor type, he’s just obsessed with the occult instead of robotics. He’s a mortal human but hunts monsters for experiments and he’s obsessed with gaining supernatural powers to rule the world, and Sonic and Amy with their usual group are his main enemies.

He has a big following of humans (who think he’s trying to save them from monsters) and a rather large army of other monsters who work for him - so he has a ton of resources despite being a 'regular dude', and he’s slowly collecting spellbooks and teaching himself magic.

He finds a rare grimoire, and it unlocks a treasure trove of dark magics. Now his big master plan is to summon a demon to serve him and gain ultimate power, to do this he needs the seven emeralds for the ritual.

Sonic and Amy are the main hero duo in the story, Sonic was cursed with lycanthropy as a child when a pack attacked his village, he was spared because he was young, and went to find a witch in hopes of a cure. The witch he found was Vanilla, her daughter Cream, and Amy who is her apprentice. Before Sonic could be cured he made friends with a few other cryptids who live in the same woods and in the end decided he’d rather stay cursed with them as he had nowhere else to go anyways. He’s not in a traditional pack (all were-creatures) instead they have a rag-tag group with all kinds of different monsters that live with the witches (Tails and Knux are in there somewhere I promise jkfgdhdf). He likes having the werehog strength so he can fight back and protect his new family.

Rouge is a born Vampire, not turned. Her parents were killed at some point and she took over their coven after she avenged them and proved herself worthy. She’s like the Queen of sorts and rules over a majority of the vampires across the world - she has eyes (and ears) everywhere, there's very little she doesn’t know about. So Sonic and Amy ask her for help when they realise Eggman’s planning something big. She has a huge hoard of gems locked up in a big spooky cliffside castle, she’s obsessed with treasure still. She agrees to aid them to overthrow Eggman in exchange for the seven emeralds for herself. She doesn’t want to use them for their power, so they agree.

Everyone teams up to find the emeralds first, but Eggman outsmarts them, and the ritual begins before they can stop him, and once it’s begun it’s irreversible. The only thing they can do at this point is change who the demon is bound to, so Sonic throws himself into the curse (he already has one after all).

Shadow is the demon that’s summoned. Typical demon pacts imply that he’ll do whatever the summoner asks, granting them ultimate power, but he’ll get their soul in return. The catch is if Sonic never asks him to do anything, he’s technically not indebted and Shadow won't get his soul. It’s a game of temptation, but since Sonic was technically an unwilling participant, Shadow's more intrigued than anything - he’s confident Sonic will eventually cave and ask him for something (they always do) so he doesn’t attempt to trick him, he sees no need.

Sonic now has a demon chained to him constantly, and he’s extremely on guard (demons are as powerful as creatures get in this universe) and he’s off put by how genuine Shadow comes across. Shadow asks a lot of questions, and Sonic assumes he’s doing it to learn how to manipulate him - Shadow finds it amusing. Eventually they get used to each other, Shadow and Rouge get along well (though they both tease Sonic mercilessly together so he tries to avoid her but Shadow will nag him to visit) Amy tries to work on a spell to break the bond between them but it's a notoriously hard spell to break (perhaps impossible as they destroyed the grimoire in the fight with Eggman), but eventually Sonic and Shadow are both unsure if they want it to be broken at all…

Sonic starts asking Shadow questions too, and finds out more about Shadow. Originally he was an angel - thousands of years ago he had a mortal friend (Maria) and the two of them were inseparable. Unlike demons, angels rarely interact with the world so her village mistook her good fortune as witchcraft and assumed Shadow to be a demon. They killed her over it, and Shadow was heartbroken - in a fit of rage he lashed out, wiped out their town and proved to them he could be the demon they thought he was. He became a fallen angel, scorned and bitter - not born of pure evil but clearly capable of carnage all the same.

Unlike hellborn demons, Shadow doesn’t enjoy mindlessly committing atrocities - he has to feel it’s a necessary evil or he’ll turn it on his summoner (this makes him dangerous to summon, he’s normally considered off-limits). He’s one of the more powerful demons but he’s hard to reason with to make it worth it. Eggman targeted him specifically because he thought Shadow would side with him as Maria was a distant ancestor of his.

Once the annoyance of being forcefully summoned wears off, Shadow’s rather pleased Sonic isn’t trying to use him for anything - he’s secretly happy to have someone with decent morals to hang out with (he’s an outcast in hell for obvious reasons) but he’d refused to make mortal contact with anyone willingly after Maria for fear of resigning them to a bad fate all over again.

Again thank you for reading!! I'll have more art to share soon!! :)

#ask #monster au

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mythrilthread · 3 months

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Starting Binderary with my first commission!

This is a campaign-specific A4 notebook for the GM of our ttrpg group. We’re playing Monster of the Week, so the notebook is themed after the SCP Agency-type organization, B.R.I.G.H.T. (Bureau of Ratification of Idiosyncratic Genesis and Holistic Termination) that employs all the player characters.

The inside of the front cover has the Bureau’s covenants, and the inside of the back cover has an envelope attached (yellow envelopes are how the PCs in-game get their briefings and additional resources from the HQ). I printed out some handouts for the GM’s future players, and the smaller envelope contains some stickers with cryptids defeated by our group.

This was my first time using a foil quill, what fun!

#mythril thread books #bookbinding #ttrpg #monster of the week #gm notebook #binderary2024

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crystallizedtwilight · 3 months

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🎃 More Questions: Part 2! 🎃

(So I don't flood your dashboard!) PART 1 here!

They mark the general passage of time by how many Halloweens it feels like they've had together!

I named them when I drew them but I've completely forgotten them now. I'll leave their names a mystery I guess (to you AND me lol)

Jack's already so confused he might notice something is off but not be able to tell what it was

I feel like pokemon fits in there somewhere

mysterious, magical entity vs will bite

Rest assured each time I draw Lock I consider the emotions to tail relation haha

Shock came home like 😳 and Barrel just knew lol

Unlike ghouls or witches that convene in packs or covens, imps are strictly solitary creatures that live as cryptids in the human world. They're elusive stealth hunters and like their privacy.

yeah 🥲

Halloween Town does have antique stores! Often it's really neat stuff like old fashioned potion bottles and such, but sometimes they have a mysterious "from the human world" section and Shock's like dude this is a fidget spinner

#tnbc bulk questions

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storiesbyrhi · 6 months

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: We speak to those beyond. 3668 words.

1986

Time was not linear. Nor was it circular. It was an overlapping collage of everything that had ever happened. A compressed murder board. A grimoire swallowed whole. Eddie remembered it all.

A century of Eptesicus fuscus, a shell of consciousness. Hawkins. A sickness. A witch’s healing hand. Before that, the flatlands. A coven. You. Oh, you, his little witch.

“Those are not your apples.” Cleansing crystals by moonlight. Amabel, little witch. Lonely vampire. Collecting flowers and berries. Green milkweed. Unconditional good. A forest gate. “Bloodline magic, far and wide.” A bet, a kiss, and a name. “I envy your world of absolutes. And I love you so.” Marguerite du Bruyeres’ letters to Guillaume du Bruyeres. Unmistakably vampire carnage. Blood of my blood.

Eddie let you slip onto the pillow, then escaped out of the trailer and into the early morning. The sun would rise soon but he needed to move. Run. Scream.

The sisters – Sally and Gillian. Penelope, the spellcaster. “By your hand he is taken and I die on this night, or you let us go and free yourself of this burden.” Transformation. Walking through the grass. Black-eyed Susan, tansy, elecampane, yellow carnation, cyclamen. Blood of my blood.

He remembered who he was before you. And before Roanoke. His accent and gait may have changed, but he was the same sad, doomed soul he’d been then. Still a monster.

Eddie sobbed. He went to the forest gate on the outskirts of town and laid in the grass, looking up at the starry sky, letting the shame and horror and regret drown him.

What was he to do? How would he tell you? Should he tell you? Would you be able to see it on his face?

He waited until the very last minutes of night to return to Forest Hills. Eddie moved slowly through the town; slowly, at least, for him. He could picture it all now, how it used to be. The dirt roads. The vacuum of quiet that proceeded the era of constant electrical white noise.

You slept well into the morning, but roused yourself before midday. Eddie was watching Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope. He seemed immersed, so you went about making breakfast. Assam tea with cocoa husks. Oatmeal with sultanas and brown sugar.

There was an awkwardness to Eddie when you sat next to him, curling up close enough to touch. Your mind cycled through possibilities with rapid fire speed. The notion it kept circling back to was – did he regret kissing you?

“Chewie reminds me of the creatures that live in the woods. Have you seen them? Over in the north-west?” you asked, trying to break the ice.

Eddie nodded. “They are shy,”

“Yeah. The humans don’t know about them. Well. They do, but most of them think it’s a hoax. They’re considered cryptids… Which is like, an animal or creature that may or may not exist…” You were rambling. “When they see one, they call it Bigfoot… But Chewie definitely looks like one.”

Eddie didn’t answer. You hadn’t appeared to notice the significance of him remembering something, even something innocuous like the existence of things in the woods.

You finished eating, washed your dishes, and returned to the couch. Star Wars ended and you had no real choice but to address the atmosphere.

“Are you okay?” you asked Eddie.

He looked at you, something in his expression you couldn’t quite place. He nodded. “Yes… Perhaps on edge regarding what your Witches will tell,”

“Yeah… Well then, let’s not put it off any longer.”

Directing Eddie to sit across the room, you knelt at your altar and lit two candles. A pale blue candle for truth. A darker indigo candle for intuition and breaking through illusion. With paper in front of you and a pen in hand, you closed your eyes.

The Witches Who Came Before were always with you, so you needn’t call for them. Instead, you spoke to them with clear intention.

“It is not my place to question you. But it is your place to guide me. To offer truth. Long ago, you foretold of us leaving the flatlands. Then, you warned me of returning. What would have happened if I had heeded that warning?”

The temperature of the room dropped and the air grew thick. Eddie felt his skin tingle and prickle, a frisson of fear and excitement running through him.

“I know you see him for what he is. Without him, Vecna would not have been defeated. Can you say without doubt that he would have been without my intervention?”

It was a challenge to them. If you and Eddie hadn’t destroyed Vecna, could your coven have stopped him? Could all the witches in the world have stop him? Maybe, sure. However, somewhere deep down you knew the answer. Vecna did not belong to this plane of existence. He wasn’t even of the world he inhabited. And a witch can only fight within the boundaries of the natural world.

If you had not come to Hawkins, if you had not found the bat and restored Eddie to his vampire form, Vecna would have taken the town, then the world.

The Witches were silent. It told you that you were right.

“You said that not all callings are sanctified, but that the voice calling me was coming into focus for you. Do you know what brought me here?”

The flames flickered and your hand picked up the signal. The words scrawled along the paper faster than you could read.

“Life and Death have no voice… They do not come calling in the night,” The Witches said. “Their siblings are to follow suit, yet they are wayward in their youth,”

“Which of their siblings called to me?” you asked.

“Destiny was formed in shattered ruins.”

The letters were so unfamiliar, you weren’t sure which witch was speaking to you. It didn’t matter. You had an answer. Destiny had broken free of the rules and reached out to you, urging you to come to Hawkins.

“If I was fated to return to Hawkins, then I was fated to find him?”

Y. E. S. was written over and over, the word tracing itself again and again.

“Why me?”

“Like calls to like. Fate to fate. Love to love,” they said. “History will not repeat itself,”

“A history I do not remember.”

For a moment, quiet. “Lore must be rewritten. You must remember.”

You looked over at Eddie, who could not see any of the words on the page. He was watching you intently, something so human behind his eyes.

“How?” you asked The Witches. “How can I remember?”

“By definition. Blood for blood. Magic for magic.”

You didn’t understand but it felt like enough information that you could figure it out. There was one more thing you needed to know. “The coven… Did I betray them or have they betrayed me?”

“Knowledge is… a creator’s prerogative.”

The pen dropped and the flames were snuffed by an unseen power. You breathed out and read the pages again. Eddie came to sit opposite you. He took the paper.

“Destiny is… a sentient thing?” Eddie asked.

“It’s not meant to be. Forces like fate and life and death shouldn’t… proactively… change the course of what happens on Earth. Not for good reason,”

“I assume we will not hear this reason from Destiny,”

“No… But… It’s an answer. I was called here to find you so we could kill Vecna.”

It was a hypothesis you had both considered. It should have felt satisfying to have it confirmed, yet it was a shallow kind of resolution.

“And, it had to be you,” Eddie said. He knew why it had to be you. No other witch would have saved a vampire. It pained him to see you confused and lost.

“When I get my memories back, I’ll know why it had to be me,”

“By definition. Blood for blood. Magic for magic,” Eddie read off the page. You nodded. “By definition, you are a witch, you are magic. Therefore, it is through magic that you will find your memories,” he reasoned.

It clicked into place in your mind. “And by definition, you are a vampire… blood… so… Through blood you’ll get yours back?” you guessed.

When you looked up at Eddie, you expected to see your own excited expression mirrored. Instead, there was restraint. He broke eye contact almost immediately and began to nod, standing up and walking away.

“Yes. Although I don’t-” he began.

“Stop,” you whispered.

You got up and followed him across the room, he took a step to move away from you but you grabbed him by the wrist. Eddie was helpless as you squinted your eyes and studied his face. When you figured it out, a small gasp slipped from your lips and you let go of him.

As you went to speak, your voice cracked and you had to start again. “How long?”

Eddie said your name with too much softness.

“No. No. Don’t… Don’t do that. How long have you remembered? Do you remember everything? When… When did you remember?” You felt like you were going to throw up.

It hurt.

Not the nausea or the sudden headache, but the deceit. You had thought you and Eddie were a united front. A team. But he had lied to you.

“Only last night, but-”

“Last night?! Was that before or after we…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Now that your face was contorted with fear and sadness, Eddie’s mirror yours.

“Please, let me tell you. I’ll tell you everything,” he begged. His hand reached out; he wanted to brush the tears from your cheeks.

You flinched and Eddie moved back in response.

Had you been stupid to trust a vampire? Was everything you felt about Eddie misguided? Were all your bad decisions going to lead to a reckoning, where excommunication was the best outcome you could hope for?

Eddie wanted desperately to spill it all out. To tell you everything that had happened in 1836. To warn you against trusting your coven. To help you find your memories, and maybe Kelsey’s too. But the more he pushed, the more you pulled away. He’d never had faith in anything, but he demanded it of himself in that moment. Have faith in fate. Have faith in his little witch.

Your mind was having trouble holding any one thought. Normally, you’d be cycling through them all, but it felt like your brain was empty. Long hallways leading to unfurnished rooms. Cavernous spaces. Haunted. You were frozen on the spot, watching Eddie watch you. Then, everything came into sharp focus at the sound of a knock on the trailer’s front door.

The tension was popped and you choked back a half-sob. Eddie hid himself in the bedroom, closing the door behind him, as you answered. He climbed onto the bed and curled up, regret washing over him as he closed his eyes and listened.

Sunlight poured in as the door swung open, Robin and Nancy’s shadows casting long across the trailer’s carpet. You frowned, at first, confused by their appearance. The grief was so intense that it was almost an entity standing beside them. You understood then.

“Hey,” Nancy greeted weakly.

“Hi,” you replied.

It felt strange following a normal social script with them. Yet, you all persisted.

“This is Dustin,” she introduced, taking a step to reveal a child standing behind her.

You knew who he was and nodded politely in his direction. He was already crying. Sighing, you looked away from them, out at Forest Hills. Life was returning to it, but you had been too busy with your own shit to notice.

“It might be too early for this,” you told them.

“It’s past midday,” Robin countered.

“No, I mean, too early in the grieving process. It’s only been a couple days,” you explained.

“Are you saying that… He won’t… Answer us… yet? Or that we aren’t ready to talk to him?” Nancy asked. “Because, no offense, but you don’t know us well enough to tell us if we’re ready,”

“We’re ready,” Robin added.

You sucked your bottom lip in, forgetting the split. You winced at the pain, tasted the blood. The blood. Was that how Eddie got his memory back? Had he kissed blood from your mouth and found history in it?

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” Dustin squeaked. The boy’s face was pure misery. His nose was red from rubbing it with tissues. His eyes were bloodshot. He was clenching his jaw.

Stepping aside, you nodded. “Okay. Come in.”

Eddie stayed where he was, knowing it was not his place to intrude on such a private event.

You cleared the altar in the middle of the lounge room and directed the teens to sit around it. They watched as you gathered items from around the place and mumbled to yourself while scribbling into a notebook.

“Where there is death, there have always been attempts to commune with the dead. It is not a practice that belongs strictly to witches. Since the beginning of time, humans have sought out methods to speak to those they’ve lost. Where connection has been made, it is usually more to do with the dead than the methods of the living, but nonetheless, it has happened.”

Nancy was listening intently, ever the student. Robin and Dustin both looked at each other, sharing inpatient expressions.

“It’s important to understand history. If you want to participate in the craft, you owe it at least that,” you told them. “Our way of bridging us and them is dependent on the dead. How they appear is dictated by them entirely,”

“What does that mean?” Nancy asked.

“It means, I can send them a message and open the doorway, but if and how they walk through it has nothing to do with me. They could send a single message back. Just an echo I hear. Their form may appear, ready to hold conversation. Alternatively, they may close the door and lock it. You need to be prepared for any of these outcomes,”

“He’ll want to talk to us,” Dustin said. “I know he will.”

You hoped he was right.

If the altar was at the center of an invisible pentagram, you placed an object at each point. A small plate of chunks of cedarwood, burning slowly. Black onyx. Sprigs of vervain. A bowl of moon water. Finally, a white candle burning at where the top of the pentagram would be.

You sat at the altar and used a pin to open a tiny wound in your finger. Closing your eyes and letting the blood roll down your hand, you spoke. “I offer my blood, the blood of a born witch, in payment of passage into the ether.” You opened your eyes and looked at the teens. “You can call to him,” you instructed.

They looked between themselves, silently figuring out who would go first. Naturally, Nancy took a deep breath in. Her eyes glazed over with tears. Her voice was small. “Steve? Are you there?”

She looked to you for guidance; you nodded for her to continue.

“Steve… It’s Nancy… Robin and Dustin are here too… We…” She had to stop to steel her nerves. “We miss you. And. Um. We… we wanted…” It was suddenly impossible for her to say the words ‘to say goodbye.’ Nancy started to cry.

“Hey- hey, dingus,” Robin took over. “Are you there? You’re probably busy… hitting on ghost chicks already… But, um, if you could just… just tune in for a minute…”

Everyone’s attention snapped to the bowl of water as it shook and spilled. You felt him first. Warmth. Steve Harrington felt warm.

“He’s here,” you told them. “He’s listening.”

They all focused, trying to sense what you did. Slowly, his outline was becoming visible to you. He was behind his friends, leaning against the trailer’s wall, by the door. Steve’s arms were crossed against his chest and one leg was folded, foot flat against the wall. He appeared casual, already at peace with his death.

“Your friends wanted to say goodbye to you,” you said to him.

“Are you like…” Steve waved his hands in the air. “Like a witch?”

You nodded.

“All this is… Are you a- a good witch?”

“Was that a genuine question or are you quoting The Wizard of Oz?” you asked him.

Robin covered her face with her hands as Dustin rolled his eyes.

“I thought dying, might, you know, level him up?” Dustin whispered through his tears.

“I can hear you,” Steve said.

“Does he know we tried… we…” Nancy cut through the comedy with her grief, getting stuck on her words again.

Steve nodded. He moved through the trailer, his form semi-transparent and snapping with residual energy. He sat next to you, looking over at his friends.

“He knows you tried to save him. He knows you didn’t want to leave him there,” you told them.

“Tell Dustin that he doesn’t need to feel guilty. I’m glad he wasn’t there,” Steve said.

“It’s good you weren’t there, Dustin. Steve is thankful you were safe and that you didn’t have to see him in the end,”

“And tell him that he’s the coolest kid I ever knew. That I figured that out on the train tracks. He’s cool and he’s so smart. Twice as smart as me. More, probably. He’s gonna grow up and be the kind of man I wish I was.”

You watched Steve as he spoke. The way he looked at Dustin with admiration in his eyes. Like this kid who probably worshipped him was actually the hero of the group.

You relayed Steve’s message word-for-word. Dustin whimpered and let Nancy wrap an arm around him.

“Thanks, man,” Dustin managed to get out. “I love you.”

Steve looked to Robin next. “I don’t know how to explain it to her,” he told you.

“It’s okay. I think she’ll understand,”

“Yeah… That’s it though. She gets me. And I get her. Like… I feel normal around her. I can just be… me. She’s my best friend… I have a shit load of regrets but not knowing Robin sooner is right at the top of that list. Tell her… that she’s so much braver than she thinks she is. And that she’s smart in a way nobody else is… And that she totally deserves to be loved. And not by some girl who keeps it a secret. Nothing like that. She deserves the whole love story movie thing… romantic comedy with the happy ending. Can you tell her that?”

You could and you did.

Robin nodded to herself in a self-soothing action, then pulled her knees up to her chest and started to rock. Steve frowned at her.

“Tell her that she should still go on the trip we were thinking about,”

“He says you should still go on the trip,” you said to her.

Robin barked out a broken laugh. “Sunshine, beers, and babes,” she said.

“Oh! And tell her if someone pauses Fast Times at Ridgemont High at 53 minutes and 5 seconds, she knows what it means.”

Robin laughed again and nodded. “Noted.”

Steve nodded along with her. “Maybe she should take Nancy on the trip. They’d actually make really good friends if they got to know each other,”

“I think they’re doing that,” you told him.

“That’s good…” He looked at Nancy. “I had the chance to tell her everything, near the end. Got some of it… Tell her… Shit. I don’t know how to say it without sounding like I’m blowing smoke up her ass,”

“You’re up Nancy. He needs a second. Says he doesn’t know how to tell you what he needs to without sounding like he’s blowing smoke up your ass.”

Everyone laughed. Except Steve. He held his hands up in question. “What the hell, man? You said you were a good witch!”

You liked Steve.

“Okay… She needs to really believe what I told her. About how she really helped me stop being such an asshole. And that it’s okay how it ended between us. I was stuck in the present but Nancy sees the future. Big plans, you know? She should know that’s a good thing.”

As soon as you started to give Nancy the message, she burst into tears again.

“Tell her that I love that she always trusts her gut. And that she’ll always look so hot with a shotgun… And tell her that I’ll say hi to Barb for her.”

The room fell into silence after the last of Nancy’s goodbye was said. Nobody was ready to move on just yet. After a few minutes of reflection, Steve’s form began to flicker. He knew what it meant. When you sat up straight, the others all looked at you.

“I gotta go,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “Here. Hold my hand.”

Steve frowned, unsure of what would happen. Still, he thought it best to do what a good witch said. He took your hand and felt a zap of electricity or something magic.

“Any last words?” you asked him.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. The others all gasped. Steve looked to them then back to you. “They can hear me?”

Robin started to sob again. Dustin nodded.

“Oh, shit, okay. Shit… Hi… Shit…”

“It’s okay,” you told him, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah… Uh… Just… It’s okay, you know? It… it had to be this way. There’s already plenty of Steves in the world, you know? But there’s only one Dustin Henderson. One Robin Buckley. One Nancy Wheeler. The world needs you guys. So, it’s okay. I’m okay. I love you.”

The others cried and said goodbye. They held each other and let themselves feel it all.

Steve’s hand slowly faded out of yours, until there was nothing left but his warmth and the memory of him etched into his friends' minds like love letters swiped through wet concrete.

End Note: This chapter was written very much in collab with @dr-aculaaa, my resident Steve expert. Thank you so much! I hope you like how the scene turned out.

Chapter seventeen is a little bit of an interlude, it's an ode to both Steve and to the magic that runs through this story. But also... now she knows Eddie knows... yikes.

Grimoire updated!

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blackkatmagic · 5 months

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Yessssss worldbuilding~

Thanks for answering my questions!!!!! God I hope at some point we get an aside to how upset Palpatine gets about the giant coven of vampires he is responsible for causing!

I love when Jedi just, don't know what normal people can do anymore because they are basically lowkey cryptids.

I bet a clone could bite someone and suck their blood in front of them and the jedi would be like "man that's an odd feature for the kaminoans to think of, but I guess it fits the perfect soldier"

The clones, sweating: Don't worry, sirs, this is normal.

The Jedi, baffled but unwilling to push: That doesn't sound right, but we don't know enough about being normal to argue.

#kat answers

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the-cosmos-withinus · 6 months

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Does something interesting happen to you two during the Moonlight Conjuring?

A note on the Conjuring Moon Belos has considered trying to use the Moon's power to free Astrophel, but a Conjuring takes at 3 magic users. While he and the Golden Guard count for two, he doesn't want to involve anyone who doesn't already know about the Collector in it, and since Astrophel is technically the object they'd be trying to animate, he doesn't count. Also after the incident when they tried to use the magic of the Wailing Star, Belos isn't willing to mess with it when the Day of Unity is so close. Astrophel has a reputation as a sort of 'Conjuring Moon cryptid' that most of the scouts don't believe exists, he especially likes to prank them when he overhears them whispering about him. A note on the Blight Siblings. Edric and Emira are full Coven Scouts, each on their way to becoming captains, and primarily live at the Bonesborough Coven Headquarters, but sometimes get summoned to the Emperor's Palace for Coven meetings. Rather than both of them starting in the Illusionist track, Edric was in the Beast Keeping track and Emira was on Oracle track like their mom. Amity is a sort of "Junior Scout" still in school majoring in Abominations but taking extra courses in other magic and living with her Mentor, Lilith, and going with her on missions during the weekends.

Being in the Emperor's Coven is tough work, but Edric and Emira prefer it to being home with their mom, neither of them wear the concealment stones Odalia forced them to, Edric even dyes his hair now that she can't make him color coordinate with his sisters, and encourages Amity to pick her own hair color later.

#shadow puppets au #philip wittebane #toh collector #emperor belos #Amity Blight #Edric Blight #Emira Blight

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cissa-calls · 1 year

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Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 425

Wanda: *slams newspaper on the table* “Do either of you happen to be familiar with this?”

Y/N, reading aloud: “Locals spot large swooping shapes in the night, could this be the famed cryptid mothman?”

Agatha: “MOTHMAN?! Why didn’t you tell me MOTHMAN WAS HERE?!”

Wanda: “No, look at the silhouette of the photo taken”

Y/N: “Oh no”

Wanda: “Looks suspiciously like a set or two of robes doesn’t it Agatha and Y/N? or should I say Mothman!”

Agatha: “Salem in hell”

Wanda: “I hope you’re proud of yourself for torturing the neighborhood”

Agatha: “I’ve been Mothman the WHOLE TIME and you NEVER thought to tell me?!?! Do I even know myself if I can’t recognize the Mothman in me?”

Wanda: *Hangs head in defeat*

#Agatha’s soloilquy goes on for several more minutes pondering her existence #yes this was inspired by my recent purchase of a mothman plushie #this is one my recent favs #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos counter #coven of chaos #incorrect marvel quotes

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jamscandraw · 1 year

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MURPH HEARTHSTONE PART 2 (PART 1/ PART 3)

The part where Murph ruins their best friend's life, sees their dad get killed, rips off both their arms and becomes a feral cryptid enemy of the state who lives in a cave. They're miserable, alone, and hellbent on revenge, and they will get it no matter how many coven scouts they have to rip to shreds (little do they know, under one of those masks is a very old friend...)

Part 3 (coming soon) will cover their time with the CATTs, getting reunited with Steve and what happens to them after the Day of Unity 👀

#the owl house #the owl house oc #toh oc #murph hearthstone #ref sheet #my ocs #digital art #ask me about my ocs

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jewishpangolin · 1 year

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Hi my name is Alice Healy and I have short blonde hair that's more often than not full of mud and a lot of people tell me I look like my mother Fran (AN (Alice Note): if u don't know who she is then get da hell out of here!). I'm related to the Covenant Healys but I wish I wasn't because they hate cryptids. I'm a Priestess to the Aeslin mice and they love me. I'm also a cryptozoologist, and I live in Buckley Township, Michigan, where I go to high school (I'm sixteen). I'm a tomboy (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly practical clothes. For example, today I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with hiking boots. I was walking into the Galway Woods. My father Jonathan stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

"Miss Healy!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Thomas Price!

"What's up, Mr. Price?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then I heard some sort of creature in the woods and I had to go and follow it.

#incryptid #alice price healy #thomas price #my immortal #seanan mcguire

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nzbookwyrm · 7 months

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Aftermarket Afterlife (Incryptid #13) by Seanan McGuire

Release date 5 March 2024

Mary Dunlavy didn't intend to become a professional babysitter. Of course, she didn't intend to die, either, or to become a crossroads ghost. As a babysitting ghost, she's been caring for the Price family for four generations, and she's planning to keep doing the job for the better part of forever.

With her first charge finally back from her decades-long cross-dimensional field trip, with a long-lost husband and adopted daughter in tow, it's time for Mary to oversee the world's most chaotic family reunion. And that's before the Covenant of St. George launches a full scale strike against the cryptids of Manhattan, followed quickly by an attack on the Campbell Family Carnival.

It's going to take every advantage and every ally they have for the Prices to survive what's coming—and for Mary, to avoid finding out the answer to a question she's never wanted to know: where does a babysitting ghost go when she runs out of people to take care of?

#on the tbr #aftermarket afterlife #seanan mcguire #incryptid

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torchstelechos · 2 years

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I wish TOW wasn’t cut down like it was, because I think Hunter should have been the unknown Hexside school cryptid for like, a month or something. Luz and Gus are absolutely for sure there is a ghost of a dead student haunting the halls and the reason there is horrid sounds coming from the stage during the night is because they’re reliving their death. While Amity and Willow are 100% sure its just an upper classman (cough Edric and Emira cough) playing pranks on everyone. The School just thinks they have a real, REAL, shy student that helps out when they can by stopping people from getting hurt, pointing out mistakes in essays, and handing out notes to the people who fell asleep in class. Bump is just trying to figure out why his office keeps getting vandalized whenever one of the Bad Girl Coven members get in trouble. He thinks its Eda, but Eda would have left her signature... also, she wouldnt have taken all of his snacks without leaving a note. Its a very confusing time for everyone

#the owl house #toh hunter #luz noceda #willow park #gus porter #amity blight #principal bump #Yeah I might write a short thing but this just kept popping into my head teh entire time I was watching Labyrinth Runners

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foxens-den-of-divination · 2 months

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years

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Strange Magic

Pairing: implied Edward Cullen x Reader

Warnings: none really, basically wrote this for shits and tickles

Words: 1926

Summary: Edward couldn't quite place his finger on it, but there was something different about the stranger that sat in his living room. One thing was her wonderful scent, the other was that he couldn't read her mind.

It was hard for any of them to take her seriously when she showed up at their doorstep.

She looked like any other regular mortal teenager, except for the dead serious expression on her round face.

Once Carlisle invited her in though, he realized that she was anything but an innocent teenager. She had introduced herself as (y/n) and seeing that maybe she might be a child of a patient of his, Carlisle decided to let her in and sat her down in their grand living room. Very professional, she sat down and crossed her legs while unlatching her book bag.

“The Organization has seen a spike of activity in Forks. You do realize how dangerous it is for so many cryptids to be in one location. Especially shape-shifters and vampires.”

Carlisle was speechless as the young girl took out a manila folder, fingering through several sheets of paper. Esme who had been lingering in the hall came into the living room at the word ‘vampire’.

“And it looks like there has already been several incidents where humans have been killed in this area due to vicious attacks.” (e/c) eyes look up, half-lidded and accusing.

“I’m sorry. . . which organization?”

“The Organization of Jupiter. We’re a group that aims to keep the mortal public ignorant of the supernatural world. We keep tabs on other groups like the Volturi to make sure that they are kept in line. Not killing too many tourists to the point where it would cause suspicion. I’m here to get your story. So far I have found that there are five other members of your coven, correct? I’ve already spoken to the shape-shifter pack and they assured me that none of them have had anything to do with the sudden peak of deaths in Forks.”

She was indeed one to be taken seriously. How could he have missed the odd air around her? She wasn’t a regular mortal. Human blood ran through her veins but there was something else mingling.

Hesitantly he glances to his wife who appears equally horrified.

“And I feel I don’t need to mention what will happen if your coven turns out to be the cause of all this.” (y/n) had lowered her voice. No, she didn’t need to say anything. They may have not been mind readers but they knew what would happen. She looked like someone who had killed vampires before. Even if it was one mortal against two vampires, Carlisle didn’t want to think about having to fight her. There was something more to this young lady. Something he didn’t want to find out if it came to fighting.

“Perhaps you should wait until the others come home.”

“Of course.” She nods and leans back in her seat. “I have nowhere to be.” *

Alice didn’t have to tell him that something was up. He had read her mind as she went through one of her visions. There was an unwelcome guest in their home.

“We need to get home.” Alice stares at her adopted brother, already grabbing the keys from within her purse and handing them to her partner. “Jasper, start the car.”

The blond nods and is already sprinting for their car.

“What’s going on?” Bella asks, looking from Edward to Alice for an answer. Unfortunately she wasn’t like her boyfriend, able to read minds. Then she lowers her voice “Does it have to do with Victoria?”

Students passed by them as they went to their respective vehicles or waited for the bus to take them home.

“No. Well. . . Sort of.” Edward tried to explain but even he had a small understanding of what he had seen in Alice’s vision. He touches Bella’s arm, hoping it would bring her comfort so that she didn’t worry about them. “I’ll drop you off, but I have to go home. Carlisle and Esme are alone with this person and I don’t know how dangerous they are.”

By the expression on her face Edward could tell she wanted to tag along. If this person was dangerous though he didn’t want to expose Bella to them.

Cupping her cheeks with his cold hands, Edward tilts her face downward so he could kiss the crown of her soft, chestnut, hair. He had to restrain himself from inhaling deeply. “I’ll tell you about it after I we deal with this.”

Bella didn’t like that she was being left out yet again, but she melted into his touch. “Okay.”

After dropping Bella off, Edward sped off way beyond the legal limit. It was urgent that he got home quickly to deal with this new predicament. From Alice’s vision he didn’t see what the visitor was there for. Only that her presence was a serious one. That much he felt in the air around Alice.

In front of their house Edward could see Alice and Jasper’s car in the driveway along with an unfamiliar one. It wasn’t the strange car that caught him off guard. He was trying to gauge the situation from reading other's minds from inside the house. Except he couldn’t read the thoughts of the stranger. Absolutely nothing no matter how hard Edward tried to concentrate, there was nothing coming from her.

The couch was occupied by a young girl when Edward entered the living room, the rest of his family standing in front of her.

(e/c) eyes move up from the clipboard she had in her hands. “Edward I presume.”

“What do you want with us?”

“Calm, Edward.” Esme says in a soothing voice. “She’s merely here to ask questions about the deaths in Forks.”

He turns to his adoptive mother, from her mind he knew it wasn’t a normal human journalist. This girl knew everything about the supernatural. She knew what they were. Even from her eyes Edward could tell that there was a lot of wisdom in them.

It still frustrated him that he couldn’t read her thoughts. Just like Bella he received radio silence.

“Yes, there’s no need to go feral.” She sighs. “Come join us. My name is (y/n). As I have told the rest of your family, my organization concerns itself with the activity of supernatural creatures such as yourself. There has been a lot of concerning activities popping up here in Forks, which is unheard of for this small town. The shape-shifters led me in your direction. Saying that your coven might offer me more help as to what exactly is causing these deaths.”

“Miss (y/n), we’re actually vegetarian of sorts. None of us drink human blood.” Carlisle began politely. “I can tell you for certain it wasn’t us but rather another vampire.”

Eyelashes flutter down as she jots something on her clipboard. It’s brought to Edward’s attention how soft her facial features actually were. She looked innocent when her eyes weren’t looking at him full of accusations. “How many other vampire covens live in Forks?”

“It’s just us.” Finally deciding to speak up rather than stare at her, Edward steps in and tells her about Victoria, James and Laurent. James and Laurent were dead but Victoria still posed a threat to them. She was stalking the Cullen family and Bella; Edward reluctantly mentioned Bella, not wanting to have dragged her into this but it was inevitable.

After the whole retelling of their situation, (y/n) leans back on the couch. “A vengeful vampire is never fun to deal with but we’ll deal with her.”

“Pardon?”

“We’ll deal with our own mess.” Edward insists.

“And look how good that ‘s going for you.” (y/n) stares at him. “There are innocent people dying by the day because of this vampire. She needs to be exterminated right away.”

Alice tells her “She’s excellent at hiding though. How will you find her?”

She regards Alice for a moment before nodding to herself. “You doubt me because you think I’m just an ordinary human, yes?” (y/n) digs around her bag until she brings out a brightly colored cloth pouch with a drawstring decorated in beads. Pulling at the mouth of the pouch she opens it enough to where (y/n) can bring out a small, palm sized mirror. “You must not have a lot of experience with other supernatural beings. It’s understandable. Many covens choose to keep to themselves or to other friendly vampire covens. The supernatural world is bigger than you ever thought.”

A sharp inhale from Carlisle has the rest of his family looking at him. “You’re a witch.”

“Very good Mr. Cullen.” (y/n) genuinely smiled sweetly. “As are many in our organization. Witches, Alchemist, you name it. We have many other beings in our employment. All working together to make this world safe for humans and our kind alike. In order for us to live peacefully among them we must keep our real identities a secret. Humans aren’t ready for such things like us. They still think your kind is the stuff of stories.”

“That’s incredible.” Jasper breathes out.

A light flickers in (y/n)’s eyes. “Indeed it is. Which is why my promise to get rid of Victoria is that of utter certainty. We’ve been able to find sneakier vampires before. Especially with all the killing she’s been doing. We have eyes and ears everywhere.”

Esme purses her lips. “So we won’t have to deal with her at all?”

“Precisely. Just leave it to us.”

“You make it sound so easy.” Counteracts Carlisle.

She leans forward with a mischievous smile on her full lips, the mirror shines in her hand as it catches a stray ray of light. “When you have the resources that we do, everything becomes easy. Of course I’ll come back to let you know when she has been apprehended.”

“You’ll kill her?” Alice whispers, already having checked the future to see if (y/n) and her organization would in fact succeed.

She nods. “As is fit for what she has done. That’s what we do with all creatures that get out of control.” That last part sounded like a warning to everyone. Now that they knew what she was, no one doubted her.

With business having been finished, (y/n) stands up, professional once again. As she walks closer to the Cullens, Edward catches a sweet, fresh, scent waft through the air. Utterly invigorating and one that makes Edward swallow hard. She smelled fantastic. More so than Bella, but in a different way. It must have been the smell of her magic, at least that’s what Edward was trying to convince himself and that he wasn’t slightly attracted to this mystical stranger.

Holding out a card to Carlisle, (y/n) smiles up at him. “If you ever need me or have any questions, I’m always a phone call away. I need to get going though.” Her eyes briefly dart to the mirror in her hand. “I have work to do.”

Edward watched as she walked down the porch and to her car. A bit lightheaded as he watched her open her car door, (y/n) catches his eyes briefly. In that brief moment there was a spark. Both physical and mental. Like lightning had struck the air.

She smiles then ducks her head inside. For the first time that day, Edward heard her thoughts. “A herald of the divine, Mr. Cullen. We’ll be seeing each other again.”

What he felt was a betrayal to Bella, but Edward was excited for the next time he would see (y/n). He wanted to further explore this strange magic she had over him.

#reader insert #twilight fanfiction #fanfiction #twilight saga #edward cullen fanfiction #twilight #edward cullen x reader #fanfic #twilight fandom #reader insert fanfiction

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