#I don't even play trickster and yet again

[not-your-lifeline]

them Starstruck value man

[jazelock]

Nothing Lingers Just Out of Sight

Idea for a Fear Spirit that has the Special Rule:

Flinch Away from Shadows

Generate 1 Fear whenever you use a Power Card on a target land with your Presence. Generate 1 additional Fear if your next Action in the same Power Phase removes all your Presence from that land.

and the Innate Power of:

Paranoia Seeps Through the Land

Speed: Slow, Range: 0, Target Land: Any - This power may be Fast. - You may push 1 of your Presence. - You may repeat this power for each Moon element you have.

[pomefioredove]

OH MY SEVEN! PLEASE I NEED A PART 2 OF MC GETTING BOUGHT BY NBC (or maybe they get bought by rsa? By like Chenya or Neige?)

part two of the NBC ending is here! very intrigued by the idea of an RSA ending, especially since our knowledge is limited. I also kin snow white so maybe I have a little soft spot for neige.

bonus: I had to stop writing this to save another animal that got inside. second time this week.

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | 'bad' ending

summary: yuu transfers to RSA type of post: short fic characters: neige, chenya additional info: yuu is gender neutral, pretty platonic

This entire ordeal had been nothing if not shady.

From the purpose, to the "donations", to the absence of the prefect themselves...

...And now, the grand announcement- that of which Crowley had been hyping up for days- was cancelled.

"I don't get it," Epel murmurs, walking on a sideways footpath back to the hall of mirrors. "You really think he just took all the money and ran?"

Vil huffs, the disappointment heavy in his voice. "Well, it certainly seems that way. No one's seen him all day,"

Despite the sour mood over the trio of Pomefiore students, the day is bright and sunny. Birds sang, the sun shone, even the wind carried a suspiciously merry tune with it.

"We should not give up hope so soon. Anything could happen," Rook ponders. "Who knows? The day is not over yet."

"I'm starting to wish it was," Vil says. "It's far too jovial for such an underwhelming afternoon. And the whole purpose of this walk was to clear our minds... hmph."

Epel squints ahead, taking in the way beams of sunlight seem to shine through the foliage, casting rays of gold over the usually darker campus.

"Y'know, I betcha- I-I mean, I think you might be onto something. It is unusually cheery today, isn't it?"

Vil huffs. "Wonderful. Nature itself mocks me,"

"Non, it's not the climate which has changed... it's more of a presence. Monsieur Pommette is correct," Rook says. "Something has shifted here."

Vil rolls his eyes, not exactly in the mood to be playing word games with Rook again. He shoots a glare to Epel, warning the boy not to encourage him, and a silence falls over the three.

Though... he still cannot deny that something feels aloof. Something that isn't sitting right with him...

He sighs. "Perhaps we should check on the prefect. Just in case,"

And so the three stop in their tracks and awkwardly, though hurriedly, walk to Ramshackle.

Nothing is quite amiss about the building itself, though, still, there's something hazy and dreamlike about it. A warm, golden glow that turns the rough and brittle exterior into a quaint and charming home, full of light.

"I don't like this," Epel murmurs. Vil does not respond, but he understands. He's having similar thoughts.

Just as they're about to enter, someone tall and dark steps outside.

"Crowley!" all three snap, in varying tones of voice.

The man goes stiff and, for a moment, looks as if he's about to make a run for it- though he thankfully holds his ground. "Ah- good afternoon, dear pupils. Having a... studiful day?"

"That's not a word," Vil crosses his arms and glares. "Why are you here?"

"I was... well... just discussing some things... with... the prefect..."

He sounds utterly nervous.

Vil's eyes narrow. "What are you hiding?"

Before he can answer, the door behind him opens again, and you peer outside, giving Crowley a chance to escape. "Guys?"

"Trickster! We are relieved to see you in good health!"

"Hm? Why wouldn't I be?"

Epel shakes his head. "W-well, you just haven't been around much, and we saw Crowley- hey, where'd he go?"

Vil grumbles something indistinct, massaging his temples. "That man..." he sighs. "But back to business. Are you well? What's happened?"

You look away. "Well-"

Thankfully, before you have to explain it yourself, the door opens wider, leaving the Pomefiore trio face-to-face with the one person they least expected to see.

Neige beams. "Oh, my... hello, Vil! I didn't think I'd run into you here!"

The housewarden's eyes immediately narrow, and it takes him a moment to respond. "Yes, well, as you know, I go to school here. Would anyone care to explain this?"

A voice from behind the trio echoes. "Oh, I volunteer!"

Epel squeaks and jumps (much to his embarrassment) and the other two whirl around to an ever-smiling face they can't quite recall...

"See, we're on the moving squad," Che'nya giggles, slinking back to the front door of Ramshackle. "You wanna know why? I'm sure you're just dying with curiosity, aren't you?"

"I can put the pieces together myself, thank you," Vil murmurs. "But I do have a few questions."

Che'nya opens his mouth wide again-

"-Not for you," he turns to you. "How? And why, exactly?"

You shrug, looking to Neige for help.

Which he gladly provides, of course. "Well... it was more of a school decision. We heard what was happening, and held a vote," he says, speaking tentatively while under Vil's astute gaze. "We've heard lots about how much your prefect has helped here, and how unfortunate their circumstances are, and... well..."

"A person like that just doesn't go to NRC," Che'nya snickers.

Vil glares for a moment longer, and then sighs. "Well... this is certainly a turn of bad luck for the lot of us,"

"But I can visit!" you insist.

Neige and Che'nya both nod in agreement, though the latter's placid smile makes his approval seem less genuine.

"Well," Vil says, turning to the boys beside him. "Don't you two have anything to say?"

Epel clears his throat, trying his best to sound light and formal. "I think it's... it's... I'll miss you," he sulks.

"A magnifique opportunity! Think how much you will learn, how many new people you will meet- oh, you must allow me to visit often! I could not bear to let you make all these beautiful discoveries on your own!" Rook says, dabbing the corner of his eyes with a handkerchief.

"Why am I not surprised?" Vil sighs. "Well... I suppose I have a duty to inform the others. And, perhaps..."

He pauses, his watchful gaze fixed on you.

"...We might hold a vote of our own."

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦 max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff) “. . . you and max fall in love through your years together in f1.”

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Max propped up his cheek on his fist, sinking down in his chair bored. You who, was sitting beside him, decided to play trickster on him. Sneakily you quickly poked him under his armpit ( where you knew he was ticklish ).

The blond was quick to retract and curl away. You could only smile at him innocently as he glared at you. In an attempt to take revenge, Max reaches forward to poke you back but you recoil and dodge.

His glare and frown deepened as he tried again only to fail as you silently laugh at him, picking your tongue out. The two of you were starting to get the attention of the people in the conference room, even Charles who was answering a question paused to watch the little war between the redbull drivers.

In a final attempt to get you back, the boy jumped on you. The two of you fell back in your chair, laughing as he tried pinning you down wrestling style.

"OK! OK! I give in." You laughed trying to push him away from his face. "SIKE." You tackled him.

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"Hi. I'm Max Verstappen." You greeted as you looked into the camera lens holding a serious gaze. "And I'm princess Barbie." Max finished off in a thin girly voice, an extremely bad impression. You broke out in laughter rocking back in the foldable chair. "Oh shit-" you tried to reach forward to stabilize yourself, which was utter failure because you ended up falling.

"Are you okay?" Max asked in the thin voice, sucking at holding his laugh in. "Oh my God, princess Barbie." You wheezed getting up slowly only to fall back on your knees again wheezing as you held your stomach.

"I can't believe you right now." You laughed getting up and sitting on his lap instead now that your chair is demolished. He was quick to hug you around your waist and pull your back close to his chest.

"Wait, what were we doing?" He asked the marketing team forgetting what you were filing in the first place.

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Max leaned his phone on a tissue box with his selfie camera recording. You were holding his face still drawing clown makeup on him with purple lipstick.

"She got a higher position." He gave Context. "I got higher position~" You sang smiling brightly, continuing to draw the small circle on his nose. "He's going to dinner like this." "Wait what?! No. You're joking."

He tried to pull away but you only held him in place laughing evilly. "Hey hey, we had a deal. Loser does whatever the winner wants." You squished his cheeks. The boy could only pout to the camera as you draw an upside down triangle under his right eye.

"Aren't you a handsome cutie." You teased kissing his cheek making the Dutch boy smile brightly, forgetting all about his future coming embarrassment.

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"MAAAAAAXX!!" You ran through the paddock jumping onto the boy once you go to him. He luckily caught you hugging you tightly. "I missed you." He mumbled once he set you down, hugging you tightly which you of course returned.

"It's only been a week." Riccardo commented walking past the two of you laughing. "That's still long!" You defended, taking Max's hand walking with him to the Torro Rosso Motorhome. "Did you get a chance to eat yet?" He asked opening the door for you. "I was waiting for you actually."

"I sneaked in these cookies I got from Walmart, I don't know if they are good. I wanted you to try them first." He whispered quietly, making sure no one could hear, as if it were a drug operation. "You're the best." You giggled excitedly.

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"Maxie! Say cheese!" Max was taken by surprise. Turning to you, he smiled widely laughing ( and you couldn't help but snap a picture ). "Hold up the trophy and your medal." You told him and he did, adjusting his pose as you snapped another picture on your phone.

"I'm so proud of you." You pocketed your phone, pulling him in a tight hug. You rubbed his back as he relaxed in your embrace closing his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Maxie. That was an amazing drive. My race winner." He squeezed you in his hug smiling. "I couldn't have done it without the best teacher in the world. Thank you, Y/N."

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Max looked at you sadly as you packed all of your stuff from your driver's room. He sat on the couch where he spent cuddling you after sessions for months. "Hey, stop frowning. You're going to make me sad."

"But you're leaving." He sighed, propping his cheek on his hand. "I'm just changing teams. I'll still be around." You smiled, standing in front of him. He looked up at you with an expression you could only describe as grief. "Hey, Daniel will take my seat next year. He'll treat you well. I'll make sure to always be high up so we can share our podiums." You crouched down on your knees kissing his cheek, putting your hand on his free one.

"I'll spend all summer break with you." "You promise?" "I promise." You nodded smiling receiving a kiss on your cheek, the first one he's given you. You and Max had developed a relationship like no other. Being his first teammate, you welcomed him into the sport and treated him better than some other people *cough* jos *cough cough*. You taught him all your tricks and was there for his first win, which he was so proud to show you on the podium.

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"There he is!" You cheered as Max ran into your arms. The two of you shared a tight hug with loud laughs. "Championship contender! That's my boy!" You lifted him up spinning him, making the boy wheeze. "I'm so proud of you." You set him down cupping his cheeks. "I'm so so proud, Max. You deserve it. And I can't wait till you win the championship!"

He could only look at you smiling brightly. You made him feel so good about himself. You gave him courage and confidence, to do and preform better. And he did, all because of you. You were crying as you watched him raise the Abu Dhabi grand prix trophy. He pointed at it, gesturing for you to see. And you nodded proudly, wiping the tears from yours eyes. He found you soon after, smashing his lips into yours in a passionate kiss which you returned wrapping your hands around his neck.\.

"I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you so much! For everything. I would've never made it without you." He whispered in your ear, holding you in his embrace like his life depended on it. "Lets go out tonight." You whispered back smiling. "Lets have fun, you deserve it."

youruser

liked by pieregasly redbullracing and 67M others youruser I have no words to describe how happy i am for you, Max. You deserve the world 🧡❤️💙can't wait to see the number one on your car next year!!

[svtskneecaps]

oh yet another good purgatory moment i rediscovered earlier today, and i'm willing to bet i said something about this when it first happened, but day 3 i believe when tubbo came to bolas spawn and was chatting with foolish and asked to borrow their enchanting table and foolish was dodging the FUCK out of the question and refusing to clarify if they even had an enchanting table, meanwhile tubbo's noticing the evasions and calling them out

like foolish goes "idek how to make an enchanting table" and tubbo goes "so you do have one, but you didn't make it" and foolish goes "well i didn't SAY that" and they go back and forth and then foolish goes "listen i don't see an enchanting table in [the hole in the wall that is the bolas base]" and philza like stifles a giggle bc he has the enchanting table in his inventory rn and foolish def knows it

like the fucking mental chess that they're both playing like a fucking unstoppable force vs immovable object type beat. trickster meets trickster. every time i see that conversation i want to take notes holy shit. a dishonest person who never tells lies meets a guy who knows his tactics and unlike badboyhalo doesn't join the dance but smashes through the wall like a goddamn sledgehammer. i LOVE THAT SHIT it was like that time tubbo went circles around cucurucho the first time they met or whatever. amazing. 10/10

i'm also thinking about this now bc i noticed jaiden doing it too, on day 4 during all the spawnkilling (yes i watched that vod again lmfao it's too good not to). like when pierre is taking her over to the green base and she stops herself when saying "it's time for my revenge on green team" and corrects it to "my revenge on elquackity", and when bbh came back to red spawn to escort her safely to her body after she quickwarped via punching a whale, she didn't say outright that she was going to take him to her base when she started walking, just implied it and then took off.

like goddamn. i love that shit. i eat that shit up. i love when characters are tricky and manipulative. bbh and foolish talking in extended metaphors is an absolute feast for me.

[tangent101]

Fearne and Arcane Trickster

So. I've been considering Ashley's decision to go with Arcane Trickster for this level and honestly? I like it. I think it has some truly fascinating possibilities, the least of which is an Invisible Mage Hand for Fearne to utilize in more pickpocketing fun and adventures. Now, while some folk may be deriding her choice due to Fearne's below-average Intelligence, there are several spells that Ashley could choose that ignore that drawback.

First, let's consider her Cantrip options. She gains Mage Hand and two others. This effectively doubles her number of Cantrips, and while Level 10 Druid would garner her one additional Cantrip… she has a nice array of options here to build upon. Message alone helps improve the communication abilities of the group, while Acid Splash, Ray of Frost, Chill Touch, or Shocking Grasp all use attack rolls and thus ignore intelligence modifiers. In short, she can become more effective with spell attacks that don't use spell slots, while also having an invisible Mage Hand for all sorts of roleplaying mischief. ;)

Second, she gains three 1st level spells. Two of them must be Enchantment/Charm spells, but even here she has some useful options. Silvery Barbs has proven extremely effective with Laudna, and having Ashley able to join in helps increase the area in which this may be useful, especially if Ludinus tries to take her captive again. Given that they are also on an intelligence-gathering mission, Disguise Self can be quite useful in having her blend in in a truly alien environment. (Reiloran Fearne, anyone?) Likewise, Sudden Awakening is another spell that would prove quite useful in getting the group up if they are attacked while sleeping - even if Fearne herself is asleep, all that needs be done is wake her and have Fearne use it to rouse the rest of the group (which also has them standing without using any movement).

As for her third 1st level spell? There is one spell she could use that would prove extremely useful, especially given that Fearne doesn't have that many hit points and yet ends up being attacked time and time again… Shield. It would bring her armor class up to 22 for one round. Other possibilities include Longstrider (to allow any of her comrades or herself to move 10 feet faster), False Life, or even if she wants to be truly whimsical… Jump.

In short? Arcane Trickster is not a bad choice for Fearne. If anything, it's a brilliant move that Ashley should be applauded for, that fits Fearne to a T. And not every level needs to be for mechanical reasons. Ashley has proven a valuable and cunning player with her spell choices and usage on multiple occasions. I think this choice is going to be one she's going to have loads of fun with. And you can @ Ashley about my thoughts on that.

Addendum Note: @flashhwing pointed out that 5e uses Intelligence for the spell attack modifier for arcane types, so attack spells are likely out. Sorry, I'm a Pathfinder girl, and still play 1e. In that case, however... here's a list of Cantrips that could be quite useful: Blade Ward, Dancing Lights, Encode Thoughts (which she can use with Imogen and FCG seeing that Detect Thoughts can view it), Gust (for non-combat (targeting inanimate objects) purposes), Light, Mending, Message, Shape Water, and even True Strike.

In short, you don't need combat spells to be effective. Given that Dancing Lights is often used but Imogen increasingly needs her Concentration for other things and FCG may end up unavailable... then we have two different light-based spells she might choose from (besides Produce Flame), and several other spells that can also end up very effectively used in the future.

[vibeless15]

Could you tell me more about dusttale+ And dusttale- , I'm just wondering how they differ.

You have a very cool style

So to answer the Obvious question.

Who is D+ and Who is D-

Dust+/Damian

Everyone should know who D+ is and if you don't, then I'll be sure to put the link below to his respective wiki page(D- Will also be getting a Wiki page too).

Link -> -> ->

D+ is different than D- in a lot of ways, one of them being though. That unlike his shadow, he is completely physical and is known throughout the multiverse. D+ unlike D- dosent lust for more DT or LV either.

However, everyone knows a ton of the Dust Demon himself, but we all know nothing of his shadow.

Dust-

D- unlike D+, isn't a physical entity, infact he's entirely psychological and acts as D+'s personal demon that torments him and teases him on his weakness of rejecting DT.

Unlike D+ who has abandoned all common and uncommon tropes of Dust Aus around the Multiverse, D- embodies the Dust archetype and plays into it entirely while also embodying the trickster too.

As he has tricked D+ many times, forcing him or luring him down the wrong path.

Unlike Phantom!Papyrus, D- cares nothing for D+ and only desires to see him carry out being the best and possibly strongest Dust. D+ constantly fights back aginst D-'s constant tricks, influencing and manipulation. As if the two parts of D+ were to become one again. It would be scorched earth for the entire Multiverse, maybe even the Omniverse.

Some facts on D-

Unlike Alpha, D- cannot appear to anybody nor can be heard or seen. He can't even interact with others too. However if enough DT is around then D- can manifest as a hallucination or if D+ is in enough of a frenzy, can take over his body(Which would require a lot of mental strength. The act usually putting D- out for months of not a year.)

D- dosent have a name, its just D-

D- can manipulate small things in the world, like moving a small object or turning something on, but thats about it.

D- has no HP, unlike D+ D- suffers from no fatigue and never gers tired. This can also correlate to him as a physical entity.

A theory about D- that D+ once told Killer.JPG, is that he believes that D- might actually be his subconscious. That its everything he thinks about and yet never acts on.

[velvet-paradox]

Heartstrings (Part Four)

Pairing: Vessel x Female reader

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW, 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, in which Vessel tells you the truth.

Tagging: @synnersaintt @megangovier20 @thesoundresoundsecho @marmalademary

ENJOY!!!

It's quiet.

Everything is muffled, underwater.

Streaks of black stain and drip over the side of the tub like spiders legs. Vessel holds his breath under the water. It's surprisingly large enough to house his lithe frame, suspended in time, his mind reeling and with the weightless thoughts he's suddenly disrupted he nearly drowns. He opens his eyes under the murky water in time to see Sleep hanging over the shower curtain, red smoky paws propped under its' chin.

"Don't do that!" Vessel sputtered and wiped at his bare face, coughing up little hiccups of water.

"There's something you should know."

"Can't it wait? Jesus." Vessel huffed and sat up, splashing more water over onto the floor.

"I suppose it could but by then it will be too late."

"Too late for what?" Vessel pulled out the plug, the chain tickled his foot and he watched as the water disappeared revealing him in his glorious birthday suit. Sleep didn't care or couldn't be bothered to look away from his position, just watched with narrowed black eyes. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, host."

Vessel sighed, and stood up, wrapping his waist with a fluffy, actually an extra fluffy towel. He secured it then gave his full attention to Sleep, even if he did huff and puff about it.

"Now, what is just so important?"

"He's a liar." Sleep spat, as if the words held venom and by the look on the little creatures' scrunched red face, it just might be.

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

"Who do you think, sir? Y/N's fiancé. He's a phony! I'm surprised she didn't see it, he practically reeks of it. Foul thing to lie to the one you're supposed to love. He must be dealt with."

Vessel frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"Oh I do not think it my dear, Vessel. Oh no. I know it! I know a trickster when I see one," Sleep scoffed and swayed around the top of the medicine cabinet, sitting as politely as an otherworldly cat with six black eyes can. "I overheard him this morning, his conversation sounded promising so I went into his room and all was revealed."

Vessel started to panic. That awful ache in his chest made his stomach hot and his mouth sour.

"Go on."

"Well you see my dear boy…"

….

He hated it. Every second that passed seemed to linger a little too long, set the pace and tone for the dinner. Vessel was never uncertain about Sleep and what the red deity was completely capable of, always took his advice since the incident, had followed along its' path and yet he didn't have a single reason not to trust, right?

But as he sat, albeit uncomfortably beside you at some swanky restaurant in an industrial area of the city, he couldn't help but wonder if Sleep was playing tricks. Although he'd mentioned time and time again, much like old Louie had, that you two were destined to be together. Vessel could never say for sure but he hadn't been led astray so far and whether you knew it or not, the truth was in stone or so Sleep would mumble.

Breakable stones, apparently.

This guy, this Zeke guy, your fiancé was your soulmate. Not Vessel.

He poked around at the roasted vegetables on his plate, adorning everyone's features in this low lighting, the glimmer of your engagement ring. He clutched the necklace when III nearly fell out of his chair with his dramatic story, something new he'd learned about Elephants was very exciting to him.

You grabbed onto him and nearly toppled yourself over as well if it weren't for Vessel's turbo reflexes. He'd just grabbed the crook of your elbow, a mysterious white hot jab to his palm made him jolt. III settled down but when you looked at him, really looked at him, he felt as if you could see his whole life story (including the absent three year hiatus), a collection of thoughts and memories and the unknowns of the future.

"Are you really okay? You were so quiet at dinner." You asked, walking back to the hotel behind the others. Zeke was flowery in his own storytelling, II was eating it up like a fresh baked pie but IV had been skeptical. Looking over his shoulder and pretending to hang himself out of boredom.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Just tired you know. Jetlag and all." He said with a shrug. His palm still pulsed a bit.

"I'm glad you came. I don't what I would've done if you didn't." You admitted.

"You would still be getting married." That words filled his mouth dirt. He looked down when he felt your arm hook around his.

"I don't know. I feel like I need your approval for some reason. You wouldn't lead me astray."

Vessel didn't know what to say so he kept his mouth shut, patting your hand until you made back to the hotel and your respected rooms.

….

"She's gotta' know by now right?" IV asked the next afternoon, tapping his chin as he paced the room. "Sleep wouldn't just lie about something like that, would he?"

Vessel shrugged. All the blood rushing to his head as laid upside down on one of the stiff and scratchy recliners. III looked incredibly spindly from this angle, he thought.

"Oh shit! Is it here? Is Sleep in here, listening?" IV rolled off the bed and circled himself around, eyes frantic through the peep holes of his mask. If he didn't stop soon he'd be dizzy and sick and no one needed any of that mess, including housekeeping.

Vessel remained silent. Truth was Sleep never left his side. Well not exactly his side, he wasn't attached to the creature, not bodily, but Vessel would get little glimpses of those piercing, watchful inky eyes, wisps of crimson out of the corner of his eye. A few times Vessel had seen Sleep resting, unnoticed on one of their shoulders or at their feet.

"Well we gotta' tell her, right? We can't let this go on like this! She'll be absolutely heartbroken."

"Or worse." II chimed in.

"How do you mean?"

II sighed and slouched even further into the other recliner. "She could think were trying to ruin her big day. Alright so, say we do tell her 'hey Y/N by the way this chump is lying to you and isn't your true forever mate but because he see's how much of a catch you are and how lucky he'd be to lock you away, he's been pretending so.' Yeah, that sounds HORRIBLE. Or that we might be jealous. Ves should be the one to feel that shock, not that poser."

Blood pounded in Vessel's ears at II's words. Yes it would be terrible to hear something like that from close friends about your supposedly sacred mate. But… the shock part. Vessel squinted and sat up, shivering as he got a rush.

"What kind of shock?"

II snorted and crossed his hands over his belly. "Oh come now, you know. Didn't you pay attention in any of your classes?"

II cleared his throat and pretended to straighten some invisible tie before reciting the following:

Once one finds their mate,

Everything becomes white and clear,

For the shock of fate,

Makes them let go of fear

"Sheesh, you think you of all people would remember that!"

….

He hadn't. He must've forgotten it. Flashbacks of sitting in the back of his classes, doodling and filling the wide ruled pages of his notebooks with everything but lasting information. Back in the days of his "jester" make up, his happiness, reeking of coffee beans and tricks played. Eating SpaghettiO's cold, right out of the can as you and him would swing in gentle unison.

Zeke didn't come off as jealous as he sat with the guys, you'd banged on their hotel room door begging them to come out. You were desperate for a dance, like old times. Vessel even broke a smile as he watched III twirl you down the carpeted hallway.

You and III hadn't lost your rhythm or chemistry on the dance floor, the music of the club was smooth and easy enough to tap his feet to. Vessel looked over to see Zeke checking out some other girl in a low cut top adjust her cleavage. A wandering eye and a liar. Fucks sake.

IV and II noticed too, keeping their eyes on the new prey.

"Nice rack, right?" II's voice broke through the silence.

Zeke beamed like she'd actually flashed them, nodding with his bottom lip his teeth. IV grunted next to Vessel, he silently agreed.

"Not bad. I've seen better."

Vessel wanted to throw his drink in Zeke's face, cause a scene, expose him for all to see. But he didn't. You didn't need that. He instead slammed it in case he got the urge to follow through with whatever the man before him came up with.

"Y/N's are great, don't me wrong boys but… there's nothing like a fresh pair. The lead up to it, the adreanaline, the rush. She hates when I got to strip clubs, why get worked up to not fuck a stripper when I could just do her instead?"

As vulgar as Zeke made his plight, Vessel did quietly agree. Even if he did a piss poor mock of your voice. If he had a beautiful woman (and not just any woman but his fucking mate!) at home who would do what he liked, why waste time and money?

Zeke sat back, confidently, a little too confidently by Vessel's standards really. "That's why I don't tell her anymore."

Thankfully the glass in Vessel's hand was plastic as it would've been in shards on the floor.

"You lie to her?" IV asked.

"A little white lie here and there never hurt anyone."

"But you just said--"

"I know what I said! Sorry. I uh, no harm no foul. What she doesn't know and I do expect you lot to keep those mouths of yours shut, won't kill her. You wouldn't want to ruin her big, beautiful day now would you? Didn't think so. I trust you guys know better than that so… I'm gonna' go get another drink and grind up on my fiancé. Excuse me, lads."

Zeke got up, patted Vessel's shoulder smugly and left the table.

"I'm gonna' get him." II growled and stood, only for Vessel to grab his wrist and drag him back down.

"Don't."

"Ves--"

"I know. I know. We'll tell her, I promise."

"Yeah when? The wedding is three days, man!"

Vessel knew that. He swallowed hard and saw you spinning with III, a take on Jack and Rose in Titanic. Though it looked incredibly strange for this long legged man to be twirling so quickly with a girl two heads shorter.

He'd be the one to break it to you. It would only be fair.

Right?

….

Vessel paced the long hallway the next night. Up and down, touch the elevator doors then walk back to the bay window and touch the cool glass that overlooked the pool. You swam lap after lap, languid and gentle as falling snow. Vessel paced the hall one more time. Two more times. Poor guy was trying to hype himself up to deliver the news.

"What are you doing up?"

Your voice alerted through the quiet of the hall.

Vessel turned to see you by the elevator bank he'd just left, standing there like a vision in black. You wore a sheer and lacy swimsuit cover up, your flip flops squished with water from the pool.

He should have just gone down there, he thought. What if you screamed, what if you cried, what if you wailed like a banshee in the night at the truth of Zeke's betrayal? Would you wake the whole hotel, cause rife and chaos, break out in fight?

Vessel panicked but let you walk up on him, allowed you and only you to touch his mask, cup his cheek, pinch his painted chin. To his surprise another hot jolt of electricity hit him in the gut.

"What's wrong?" You asked, lingering there and smelling of chlorine and whatever it was your wore or maybe it was just you he was smelling. Mates could scent each other after all.

"I uh, I um… can we talk?"

"Of course," you said instantly, taking his wrist and walked further down the hallway. "Zeke said he was gonna' stay out a bit longer, hang with his boys before the wedding."

Vessel bit his tongue, last nights' unscrupulous conversations sans your ears made him instantly picture your fiancé at a strip club, face deep in oiled tits. It made him hot.

"So, what you do wanna' talk about?" You asked once inside your room, the smell of your perfume or lotion or scrub or something Vessel wasn't even aware of reeked, in a good way of course. Just a bit more overpowering. Hints and wisps of Zeke wafted from the double sink vanity in the bathroom. You settled down your things and stood facing your former best friend.

"Zeke--"

"I knew it! You don't like him do you? Vessel he's my person; he knew my phrase, the zing thing. I was really hoping you'd approve." You sounded so sad as you moved away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Vessel hadn't even said anything and you were already distraught.

"It's not that its just… he's not right. The things he's doing, the lies, the betrayal, his attitude is just all sorts of wrong. I know love is sometimes blind but, you've got to see things as they are."

"Lies? Betrayal?" You gave him a quizzical glare and marched back to him. Your scent growing even stronger. "What are you talking about?"

He took a deep breath before unleashing all his knowledge about the situation. He didn't know how you'd take it. What your reaction might be.

It certainly wasn't a slap to his face.

Vessel didn't taste blood but he checked just the same, wiping his mouth, adjusting his mask.

"Get out."

"I'm sorry Y/N. But I'm not the one you should be made at."

"I said: GET OUT!" You shouted again, shoving him towards the door with tears welling up in your eyes, your face scrunched as you sobbed for air.

"If you don't believe me," Vessel took off the necklace, held it out in his palm as he stood out in the hallway then. "Game."

"I don't want it!"

"Take it," Vessel held back his own tears, thankful for the crafted mesh eyes, you couldn't see them pregnantly well up. "It's your turn."

You reluctantly took the necklace and shut the door in his face, making his cape billow with the force of it. He touched the door when he heard you start to sob behind it. He pictured you sliding down its' length, covering your face in your hands. Would you lock Zeke out? Would you confront him straight away? Would you--

"You did the right thing, Vessel." Sleep announced, coiling around his feet.

"Did I? She's a mess right now because of me." He sniffled, gripping his keycard.

"Ah ah, not because of you, because of what you told her. That's a big difference, my boy. You're surely bright enough to know that," Sleep leapt up onto Vessel's shoulder, even gave him a little pat on the cheek with his paw. "There there, host. Let her breathe. She'll understand."

….

None of them seemed to understand how you were going through with all of this. The rehearsal dinner goes on as scheduled, only difference is your lack of enthusiasm. You greeted the guys and everyone who was invited but you just looked at Vessel, he could tell you'd been crying still.

But he did see that you wore the necklace.

He moved II out of the way at the little buffet line, plating up food he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach.

"Game."

"What?" You whispered back to him, pouring gravy over some mashed potatoes.

"You heard me. Are you game?"

"Vessel please-"

"If you really love him you'll play."

With a huff you looked at him, holding up the line.

"I'm still pissed at you."

"I know." Vessel hushed his voice down and gave you a little nudge to keep it moving. "I promise I'm not trying to hurt you. I only want you to be safe, cared for. Don't you know that?"

"No, Ves I don't." Your voice paused, watery and once again on the verge of tears but you saved face and stared up at the popcorn ceiling of the venue before finding your table. "I don't know anything anymore."

That hurt more than intended.

You were lost. All those years ago ihe'd been the one to be lost, didn't know which end was up, if he was on an even path of destrcution or pleasure. You'd been there to guide him along the way. You were there for him when he needed it most and Vessel was damn sure he'd serve you the same dish.

The sudden slam of a SpaghettiO's can on the tablecloth made everyone jump.

Your eyes were wild when they met Vessel's.

III looked at II who looked at Vessel then to you. All their blue eyes were focused on you.

"The hells' that for?" Zeke asked through a mouthful of food.

You stared silently at the can.

"Honey? What is that?" He asked again, bumping your arm.

"Game?"

You straightened and reached for the can, another stinger to Vessel's fingertips this time when you touched. You locked eyes and slid the can towards you, looking at it fondly.

"Game."

"What?"

"It's her favorite thing, but of course you know that don't you Zeke? Being Y/N's mate and all o' that. Keeps them neatly tucked away in all corners," Vessel mused, remembering that one time you'd so conveniently stashed two cans of the quick meal above your stove like a trying-to-quit-one-more-time smoker. There just in case of an emergency. "Probably brought some with her."

"Is that a joke?"

II choked on his Redbull, knowing full well that ALL mates know their partners specialties of choice. Vessel tilted his head as you looked at Zeke. He should know that answer.

"You know I eat them all the time."

"Yeah and it's fucking weird but you're weird so I didn't think of it. I didn't know they were your favorite all time but I mean, I know what you like otherwise."

"I'm weird?"

"In a good way."

You scoffed and started to spin the can on the table. "Tell me then, what's my favorite dessert?"

The people at the table tried to pry, tried to listen in on "happy" couple as tension grew like vines.

Sleep poked his little head out from between the crook of your elbow, it winked one full side of eyes at Vessel the turned its' head upside down like an owl and peered up at you thoughtfully.

"Carrot cake. Duh."

You blinked at Zeke.

"What? Or is it German Chocolate…"

"I don't like dessert."

"What? Of course you do babe, I've seen you eat chocolate every month."

"Only for a week."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Babe come on it's not that--"

"What was my first car?"

Zeke was in a visible panic, Sleep was now totally invested and showing bleach white fangs in glee, III and IV had their hands on their glasses but stilled them in thin air.

"I don't-"

"You don't know?" As if Vessel was tuned into you like an AM radio, he could hear the wavering in your voice, the realization, the coming to terms that maybe just maybe he was right. He hated the defeated look on your painted up face. Hopefully your mascara was waterproof.

You shot him a watery look then across the table.

"Excuse me."

You abruptly got up, screeched back your chair and stomped towards the exit. The wedding party just stared and murmured what a shame Zeke couldn't remember his mates' particulars. Things that should come rushing to the surface. They went back to eating and chatting, while Zeke shifted and looked uncomfortable but not amused, Vessel noticed that the can of SpaghettiO's was missing from the table.

He found you by the pool.

Swaying your feet in the cool water, the can of food tipped towards your mouth.

"Hey."

You pulled the can away, a ring of sweet red sauce around your bottom lip. You swallowed and gave him a sad little wave.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For ruining your night. Well… nights', plural that is." Vessel crouched down next to you.

"I should be the one apologizing to you. For three years ago, for reaching out after all this time. For slapping you when clearly you knew more than me. For thinking… I don't even know what I was thinking," you sniffed and looked down into the half eaten/drunk can of pasta rings. "I just missed you. The first thing I thought of when Zeke proposed was you. I wanted to share something major in my life, something eccentric was happening to me and I wanted you there. I needed you there."

Vessel touched your shoulder eventually. "I'll always be there."

"I am really sorry for dragging you into this."

"You didn't drag me into anything. You know you can't make me do anything I don't want to do."

You looked over at him with half a smile and an offer of what was left in the can.

"That's not true."

Your eeyes shone bright when Vessel wiped the corner of your mouth. You jerked and opened your mouth but thought against whatever it was you were going to say. Instead you got up, told him you had to go.

He watched you leave, shaking your head and mumbling to yourself. Of course you needed time to process your next move. Vessel's shoulders sagged when he saw you stop at the doors, look back at him one last time then disappeared into the hotel.

[the-broken-truth]

TWST Self-Aware/Overseer AU OC: Genesis

Name: Genesis

Age: 17 (Body Age)

Race: Deity/Human (Body)

Height: 6 Feet

Body Type: Slim yet Muscular

Personality/Nature: Caring but can be Cocky & Strict (Depends On The Person)

Current Occupation: Night Raven Freshman

Sorted Dorm: Ramshackle

Unique Magic: Ultimate Armor - Coats his body or certain areas in an unbreakable metal

Incantation: "My body is unbreakable, just like my will; allow me to show you my resolve. Ultimate Armor!"

Likes: Reading, Writing, Drawing, Making Potions, Caramel Desserts, Cooking, and Baking

Dislikes: Loud Sudden Noises (Instantly Puts Him On Edge)

Favorite Food: Beef Steak & Rice Bowl w/ Garlic Steak Sauce

Favorite Fast Food: Spicy Chicken Bites, Steak Fries & Root Beer

Least Favorite Food: Steamed Veggies

Favorite Class: Potions

Favorite Teacher: Professor Divus Crewel & Mozus Trein

Best Friend(s): Riddle Rosehearts & Trey Clover

Worst Enemy(s): Azul Ashengrotto & The Leech Twins

Signature Traits: A Ring crafted from White Gold

Favorite Location: Potion Class

Relationships w/ Key Characters Quotes

Riddle Rosehearts:

"When is our next study session?"

"I would be honored to attend your Tea Party."

"My sister & I made cheesecake. Would you like to come to Ramshackle for our study break?"

Trey Clover

"What are we making today?"

"Do you want to trade recipes?"

"Ace stole another tart? (Sighs) I'll make another."

Cater Diamond

"What is MagiCam?"

"You are never without your phone, are you?"

"Please, do not take pictures of me."

Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade

(Sees them collared) "You two angered Riddle again, didn't you?"

(Studying) "Will you two please pay attention?"

"Why do my sister & I hang out with you two, again?"

Leona Kingscholar

"Calm down, Kitty Cat. I'll handle it."

"Leo, I'm studying. I can't play Spelldrive today."

"Come to Ramshackle, you can sleep there and I'll make you lunch."

Ruggie Bucchi

"Ruggie, stop raiding my snack fridge! If you want something, I'll make you something!"

(When Making Food/Desserts/Drinks) "I need you to taste this."

"Ruggie, I made you a Bento. Just bring this with you and I'll make you something to take back home."

Jack Howl

"My sister is coming, just give her a moment."

"Jack, want a Beef & Rice Bowl?"

"How...How do you run so fast?!"

Azul Ashengrotto

"I'm not signing a contract with you, Ashengrotto."

"Not interested."

"Your silver tongue & honey words don't work on me."

Jade Leech

"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"

"Your gentleman facade is good...for all the wrong reasons."

"Keep your brother away from me."

Floyd Leech

"Try to squeeze me again and I will break your teeth."

"Find your 'Shrimpy' somewhere else."

"Stay away from my sister, Leech!"

Kalim Al-Asim

"Kalim, enough with the random parties!"

"You are Scarabia's Dorm Warden, Act Like IT!"

"Stop spacing out! It's time to study, not daydream!"

Jamil Viper

"You need a break. I will watch over Kalim."

(While Cooking Together) "Which is the best spice to use for this type of meat?"

(When Jamil Comes To Ramshackle For A Snack) "Here, try this."

Vil Schoenheit

"Purple is not my color."

"I'm a person, not a mannequin."

"Tell your Hunter to leave me the hell alone."

Rook Hunt

"Get out of my bushes, Hunt!"

"Stop calling me 'Trickster'."

"I get the feeling I am being watched..."

Epel Felmier

"Strength isn't just physical, ya know?"

"Do you have any more apples?"

(When Exercising) "Come on, Epel! Just 10 More!"

Idia Shroud

"What are we playing this time around?"

"Normies on our 6! Normies on our 6!"

"Idia-senpai, what is this anime/manga about?"

Ortho Shroud

"Hey, Little Brother."

"Little Brother, have you seen Idia-senpai?"

"Ortho, I need to get back to Rashackle; I cannot stay."

Malleus Draconia

"Good Evening, Hornton."

"No, you can't turn me into a Fae, Malleus. I am fond of my current body."

"Here. Something sweet for the road."

"You'll never TRULY be alone, again."

Lilia Vanrouge

"STAY OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"

"You're a great man, Lilia, but an even greater father."

"I have seen your sins...and I will not judge you for them."

Sebek Zigvolt

"Stop yelling!"

"Draw your sword and let us dance!"

"I let you win this time."

Silver

"Your father is trying to kill me with his cooking."

"Whose personal dreamscape did you invade this time?"

"ZZZ...ZZZ...ZZZ."

[dreamingticklee]

Squealing Santa 2023

Happy Holidays @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers !!! I hope you enjoy your gift and that I fulfilled your prompt to your liking! Hope you have had a wonderful holiday season and I wish you the happiest new year! Enjoy! 🎄

And big thank you to my dear @hypahticklish for another year of hosting @squealing-santa ✨️

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Ler!Gabriel/Lee!Sam

Words: 829

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"So, Sammy boy, what'll it be?"

The devious voice of the archangel teased it's way into Sam's brain, causing a bright blush to rise to the surface of his skin. Limbs spread apart towards all four corners of the bed by an invisible force, Sam knew he was in for it. (And maybe he wanted to be.)

"I, um...mhmhmhm...don't know."

Gabriel feigned surprise. "You don't know? Well, now, that just won't do!" He slowly sauntered closer to Sam's prone, vulnerable position on the bed and his expression grew into a tantalizing smirk. "Here, tell ya what, I'll be nice and help you figure it out. Now, let's see..."

Gabriel reached out and let his hand hover over Sam's unprotected armpit. He took one finger and tauntingly circled it around, just merely an inch above contact, to which Sam sucked in a breath trying to hold in his creeping laughter, the anticipation already too great to handle.

"Hmm, how about here?" The archangel landed a few ticklish pokes in the stretched hollow.

Sam gasped with a squeak. "No!"

"No? Not there? Then should I try..." Gabriel moved his eager hand to the side of Sam's ribs with a sudden quickness and squeezed in a pulsing succession. "...here? Is this what you want?"

Jolting up with a startled laugh, Sam balked at the tazering zips that shocked his ribcage. It wasn't fair that just a few accurately pinpointed squeezes already had him squirming like bait on a hook. "Stop it!"

"Okay, okay." Gabe took his hand away...only for it to come back seconds later for one more taste and Sam squealed.

"Aww, how adorable."

"Gabe!"

"Yes?"

"I-"

"You want me to tickle you so bad? All you had to do was ask!"

Not wasting another second, Gabriel's fingers started making quick work to skitter all over Sam's stomach. Sam's body began to dance with uncontrollable giggles brightly shimmering out of his chest, sounding like music to Gabriel's ears and fueling his fire. The tips of his practiced fingers knew just the right amount of speed and pressure to effectively dismantle his prey.

"This is one of your favorite spots isn't it?"

"Shut uhuhup!" Sam felt a wave of heat rush to his cheeks. Gabe wasn't wrong, it was just rude of him to say that out loud.

"You know what I think would make this even more fun though?" With a flick of the wrist, Gabriel tossed the hem of Sam's shirt up, exposing a strip of skin. Taking a big, dramatic breath, the archangel leaned down and connected his lips to Sam's quivering tummy and blew.

Sam busted out into loud laughter, arching his back.

Gabriel smirked against Sam's skin. "Aha, that's the ticket, huh?" He blew again. And again. And again.

The tingling vibrated into Sam's veins and sent a thrill rushing through his system. It seemed like with each raspberry blown onto his sensitive skin, the ticklish feeling grew and grew, radiating from his glowing core.

"Ahahahaa!! Stop it!"

"No can do, Bucko." Gabriel continued blowing raspberries all over Sam's middle while also deciding to bring his fingers back into play, scribbling them up and down Sam's sides. He relished in the growing changes of pitch of Sam's laughter with each new raspberry placed.

A few moments had passed when, without warning, Gabe came to a sudden stop. "You know what? I think we're missing something." And just like magic, four hovering feathers appeared, two by each of Sam's feet. Under the Trickster's control, the feathers were put into position and made contact, two feathers stroking the sole of each foot while the other two feathers began sawing through both sets of toes.

The soft, yet torturous tickles sent a new wave of sensation through Sam's affected body. "NoooOOOHOHOHO!"

Gabriel let out a smug, contented sigh. "Ahhh, that's much better! Now, where was I?...Oh, yeah!" Pfffft.

Sam screamed. The combination of Gabriel's playful raspberries and nimble fingers attacking his torso with the new addition of the teasing feathers having their way with his feet was absolutely lethal. His nerves were alight with ticklish demise and he couldn't do anything but writhe around on the bed and laugh his heart out. But that's what was so thrilling of it all. Sam was used to being the hunter, not the hunted. And now here he was under the playful, silly control of his "predator" and it was always an exciting feeling.

Suddenly, a new voice coming from the doorway broke him from his thoughts.

"Need an extra set of hands?"

Sam gasped. "Dean, NO!"

Gabriel laughed as his tickling came to a pause. "Well, hey there, Deano! I think Sam would definitely love some help with his armpits."

"No problem." Dean made his way over to the head of the bed.

"Nonono NO! Stop this isn't fair!"

Gabe scoffed. "Since when do I ever care about being fair?"

Pffffft.

Renewed screams and laughter filled the room once again.

[leatafandom]

So, for the WIP Title Tag Game, I want I know more about the following:

Pinocchio and the Trickster Roleplay movie rewrite with spideypool VHS Cannibalism/Hunting Horror OG Story The Witch King Chronicles OG Water Dragon Horror OG Story Vessel Fic Trek-Expanse Verse

that’s a lot but I’m very curious. @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Hiii

Thanks so much for asking, I love talking about my WIPs especially my original works!

Pinocchio and the Trickster

This is a really new WIP that came out of a soulless Sam and Gabe smut fic I wrote, Choke Me Like It Matters, where Sam and Gabe have a history of being lets say frenemies with benefits. During Choke Me Gabe takes to calling Sam Pinocchio which is where I got the title and also suggests that he's sticking around for a while because he doesn't really have anywhere to go and a less uppity Sam is more fun even if he thinks he's an ass without his soul. Soulless Sam agrees if only for the fact that Gabe is better with humans and could make interactions easier. I haven't written much more than a diner scene where the two finally talk for more than an five seconds. Throughout writing it I really enjoyed playing a very morally flexible Gabriel who was a little dark, but still not too dark, and was much more Trickster than Archangel and Soulless Sam. Its been really fun to play around with, but I'm not a 100% where its going.

Role Play movie rewrite with spideypool

Oh yesss, this one, I am very excited for this one. I love spideypool. I just have a special place in my heart forever more. I miss writing them and when I watched Role Play (which I recommend if you want some fun, Kaley Cuoco was great) I instantly thought of Spideypool. The movie's about a family, where the mother has a secret job as an assassin who's went out on her own but wants to get out more and gets her cover blown, everything kinda spirals from there. It's funny, its cute, there is a lot of action, and I adore their relationship throughout the movie. There was this one part that just reminded me of Peter so much about how "killing is bad, and you should definitely not do that anymore... after we get out of this alive." Doing a rewrite with them has been slowly simmering in the background of my thoughts and hopefully, I'll have time to write it soon. It would be so nice to write for them again.

VHS Cannibalism/Hunting Horror OG Story

Thank you for asking about this one! I don't often get to talk about my horror stuff. This is an original short story idea that my friend asked me to write and I just haven't finished it yet. Maybe for the spooky season. She wanted a story about a woman who's father died. As she's cleaning up his hunting cabin, deciding what to do with it, and she finds a bunch of old tapes labeled hunting trips with a few years marked on them. She of course misses her father greatly and watches them. The more she watches, the more she realizes that all of those wonderful dinners with her father and his hunting buddies weren't the meals she thought they were. It's probably gonna be grisly especially since she said she didn't care if the woman lived at the end.

The Witch King Chronicles OG

Thank you for asking about Witch King, I need to find more time to flush this out. I originally planned it to be a fanfic but the more I worked on the lore, backstory, characters, and moral of the story, the more I realized it was its own thing. Its a bit of horror, dystopia, fantasy, and sci-fi. I'm pretty sure if I ever get it published it would be a series or a very long book, but it spans a very very long time and begins with the focus on a cursed spellbook found on a planet that seems to be driving the new colonist mad. No one really remembers who owned it, there are rumors since it's such a powerful book, but too much time passed, and it was originally made light years away from where its found. This is where everything starts, Terrence, one of the main characters, does remember and makes sure he is the one tasked with removing the book and taking it to the Collective for "safe keeping". He doesn't, and it starts a very long journey to find out how to properly destroy it relying on legends, old stories, and trusting an old alien he really probably shouldn't.

Water Dragon Horror OG Story

Oh I wish I had gotten further with this one. I'm pretty sure this one started based off a conversation on my discord server with @lucathepanman and @huntressandlioness1 maybe? It was about the biggest lake in the world that is so large and that there weren't enough water dragon stories out there. The doc is a lot of notes about lore for the lake, lore about water dragons, and the beginning of mapping out a story for a sacrifice gone wrong, but I really haven't had a lot of time to work on it >>"

Vessel Fic

This is a fun one! I answered an ask about this one, which you can find here. Hopefully I'll write some more on it soon since I've been fiddling around with it more lately or at least give it a proper title.

Trek-Expanse Verse

Oh, this one I haven't touched in so long, honestly kinda forgot about it. This is one I was working on with my husband, its a bit of mash up of the expanse and trek universes. I think the last time we sat down and worked on it we figured out the adjusted timeline for things and the ships we both wanted to see between both verses, and what people we really wanted to see, since I wasn't sure how many I would write of it and there are so many great star trek characters.

Thanks again for asking, it was wonderful to talk about these. <3

For WIP Title Tag/Ask Game

[aho-dapa]

hiraeth

part 36 of me explaining my fics rather than writing them

So, this is different from my rewrite lore, just a tamlin week fic I haven't written yet

TW: horror elements, gore mention, canon typical violence??, cannibalism because fae eat humans

Set UTM and Feyre goes after Tamlin like canon except it doesn't follow canon at all

Basically mashes ACOTAR and ACOMAF together

Feyre does her typical 'I love Tamlin, give him back to me' and Amarantha says 'sure, but kill these three fae first'

Sad, because Tamlin knows whats up but can't say anything because he's bound by Amarantha magically after the curse cemented itself

The fae are covered head to toe in black and mourning veils and cannot speak or move (which is formal wear in fae sacrifices)

Feyre kills them with an ashwood dagger and Amarantha basically orders Tamlin to go stand near Feyre because she 'gave' him to her (AKA Amarantha actually having the trickster traits of the fae and doesn't just make moves that could lead to her downfall plus explains the literal language of bargains)

Amarantha then reveals that the three hooded figures are actually Nesta, Elain, and Papa Archeron because Amarantha already had spies in the Spring Court (so she discovers that Tamlin and Rhysand were actually working together to stop her when Rhysand told her that Feyre was actually Clare Beddor)

AKA Tamlin and Rhysand have always been friends and were playing the long con ever since Amarantha came to Prythian because Tamlin warned Rhys about her

AKA Tamlin never betrayed Rhys, Tamlin's father killed Rhys's sister because she was Tamlin's mate (plus political shenanigans where Tamlin was already betrothed to Amarantha) and Tamlin actually orchestrated the death of his family as revenge (in this timeline, Tamlin's mother died young and he had bonded with Rhysand's mother as well)

Tamlin holds and comforts Feyre because that's all he can do at the moment

Amarantha then declares this her coronation and ascension ceremony with three humans as sacrifice and declares herself the Dark Mother

Amarantha then reveals the Cauldron and resurrects Nesta, Elain, and Papa Archeron using this moment to solidfy herself as someone who can control life and death

She then also resurrects both Jurian and her sister Clythia using more fae sacrifices because they don't have whole bodies

Because she's not yet done with her performance, she has Tamlin 'sit and stay' like a dog as she orders the Attor to tear Feyre limb from limb as he watches unable to do anything

Amarantha then orders a celebration feast and orders everyone to celebrate their new divinity

She also orders Tamlin to clean Feyre up and feed Feyre to Amarantha as even more punishment for not giving into her

Tamlin goes up to Amarantha and the Cauldron, but instead of giving Feyre to her, he put her remains in the Cauldron and uses himself as a sacrifice to bring her back to life as 'all things that have been Un-Made must once again be Made, and things Made must be Un-Made in the Cauldron'

At this, Feyre comes back to life but not as a human, but as a beast that begins to attack everything in sight and she eventually kills Amarantha, releasing everyone from her curse and rule

At this, Feyre and Clythia fight but everyone else joins in so Clythia runs away with Amarantha's body to Hyburn by winnowing

Thus, this begins a whole new story where Rhys never SAed Feyre and was actually working with the people around him to bring down Amarantha

This also means that Feyre doesn't have the other High Lords' powers but she does have Tamlin's shapeshifting ability because of his sacrifice

Feyre ends up permanently staying as a beast out of trauma, grief, and guilt (and is helped later on by Rhys because he's the only one that can communicate with her via telepathy)

Jurian, Elain, and Papa Archeron remain human but changed by the Cauldron

Nesta had actually brought herself out of Cauldron and did the same as canon and took from the Cauldron so that's why she has the appearance of a fae

So Prythian now has to go against both the King of Hybern and Clythia instead of just the KoH

And so this is where I reveal this is actually a TOG and ACOTAR crossover fic where the Cauldron also acts as a Wyrdgate and Tamlin was actually sent to the world of TOG

Also small TOG rewrite that doesn't follow the canon of TOG / also CCITY doesn't exist in this because I haven't read it yet

Currently planned (crackship) pairings, lemme know what you think:

Tamlin / Gavriel / Maura

Rhys / Cassian / Feyre

Azriel / Fenrys

Gwyn / Nox

Balthazar / Eris

Amren / Nesta / Varian

Mor / Elide

Emerie / Ressina

Elain / Kashin / Yrene

Lucien / Arghun

Nesryn / Sartaq

Tarquin / Papa Archeron

Cresseida / Jurian

Rowan / Aelin

Nehemia / Pelor

Aedion / Chaol / Dorian / Kaltain

Lysandra / Manon

Lorcan / Endymion

canon has no power here

[dudadrawings17]

Disney first fanfic

ok, here goes nothing

Disney Villains: Next Generation

— x — x — x — x — x —

Introducing my OCs:

Azmodeus, Hella, and Dantalion: They are the triplets of Chernabog and Maleficent. Being babies, they don't have great personalities yet.

Hilary: The oldest of the group, 14 years old. Daughter of Cruella and Clayton. Ironically, and against everything her parents stand for, she is vegan and an animal protector. She always cries when her father returns with a new dead animal.

Zac: Son of Hades and Jafar, 10 years old. He has magical powers but doesn't know how to control them well yet. A trickster and liar, but when he makes a deal, he is bound to fulfill it.

Pietra: At 6 years old, she is the adopted daughter of Captain Hook and John Silver. She has a very creative and vivid mind, and dreams of becoming a pirate as famous and feared as her parents.

— x — x — x — x — x —

Chapter 1: An Adventure to Call Our Own

On a cold and dark night, the mist spreads and covers the dark sky. In the middle of a cursed forest, a massive stone castle houses the most hateful, wicked, and ruthless villains to ever walk the Earth. While the monthly meeting has not yet begun, the villains spend their time chatting amongst themselves. At a particular large table, eight villains are drinking wine and conversing.

Maleficent: It was a great idea to leave our children together while we are here. Jafar: Of course, it was a great idea—it was mine! Hades: Here we go again… Silver: But was it really a good idea to leave them alone? Cruella: Don't worry, my pirate friend. My Hilary is old enough to take care of herself and the others. Besides, it will be a good lesson in responsibility for her. Clayton: Yes, maybe this will curb her rebellious behavior. Hook: Even so, perhaps we should have left an adult with them. Mr. Smee, maybe. Chernabog: That old fool? It’s the same as leaving them with no one! Maleficent: Shhh. Frollo is about to start the meeting.

As soon as Judge Claude Frollo begins to speak, everyone else falls silent, and the meeting officially starts. Far away, in the eerie castle of Maleficent and Chernabog, young Hilary struggles to meet the needs of the triplets Azmodeus, Hella, and Dantalion.

Hilary: Seriously, how does aunt Maleficent manage to handle three little demons at once??

While she changes Azmodeus's diaper, Zac and Pietra are playing a board game. But the half-god, half-genie boy quickly gets bored.

Zac: This is so boring! Hilary: You could at least help me with the babies! Zac: No way! You’re the oldest one here, so you have to take care of us. Hilary: But you’re the one with magical powers. Stop being a selfish brat for once and help me! Zac: Depends, what do I get out of it? Hilary: (sigh) Forget it, I forgot you’re not even that good with your powers… Zac: Hey! I can do whatever I want, okay? Watch this!

Using his powers, Zac tries to levitate Azmodeus's dirty diaper into the trash can. Instead, it flies and hits Hella in the face, making her cry loudly.

Hilary: You idiot! Zac: Okay, I’m still learning, but you saw that I almost got it! Pietra: Hey, I know what we can do! Zac: Nobody asked you anything, brat. Hilary: Let her speak, you idiot! What is it, Pietra? Pietra: Let's hunt a crocodile! Hilary: Pietra, no! Hunting animals is wrong! Zac: Your dad hunts. Hilary: And he’s very wrong! Just because he does it doesn’t mean we should do it too. Zac: Aaaah, okay, but let’s do something! This boredom is killing me! Pietra: Oh, I know! I know! Zac: Here we go. What now?

With some difficulty, due to the weight of the mechanical legs her father made for her, Pietra gets up from the floor and grabs something from her backpack.

Pietra: papa John stole a treasure map from an alien! We could take his ship and search for the treasure! Zac: An adventure all our own through space? … I’M IN!! Hilary: Are you crazy?! No one is going into space! Not with three babies for me to take care of! Zac: Okay, then you stay here with them, and Pietra and I will go after the treasure. Hilary: What? No!

But before Hilary could protest, Zac grabs Pietra by the hand and flies out of the castle with her.

Hilary: NO!! Come back here, you brats!!

Desperate, Hilary does her best to carry the triplets in her arms and runs after the other two. The meeting in the villains' grand castle would continue for many more hours, and Maleficent, Chernabog, Cruella, Clayton, Jafar, Hades, Hook and Silver had no idea what their children were up to.

[sovonight]

Thoughts on vanilla BG2 companions?

these are pretty surface level, but thoughts nonetheless!

edwin: i've never actually traveled with edwin, i can never really justify taking 2 dedicated wizards and my limit is one mean person per party (that slot is usually taken by viconia). i can see his selling point though so i've been meaning to take him along

imoen: i feel the need to bring her along for story reasons but if i'm honest i don't see the need for a thief/mage, especially if i have aerie :'I also the way that they established a canon dynamic for imoen & charname in the bg2 intro always rubbed me the wrong way. in my head imoen regularly skipped class and still got top marks, and radri attended class dutifully and just isn't as good sefjkfsen. like--imoen's a scamp! she's a trickster! what do you mean she was content to sit in lessons listening to stuffy tutors all day?? she always struck me as someone who's kind of effortlessly, deceptively smart and learns on her own schedule

jaheira: i also feel the need to bring her along for story reasons loL but unlike imoen i genuinely like having her. she's obviously dealing with a lot in bg2 but i find her attitude refreshing & am touched that she'll defend charname against the harpers :')

minsc: he's always on thin ice with me, he's just too loud lmAO but i keep him anyway until someone better comes along. when the missing boo quest started (the one added by unfinished business, i think?) i very nearly sighed and ejected him because i didn't want to use my brain on the clues, but at the last minute i found a walkthrough that spelled it all out for me, so. he's still in the party. sigh.

viconia: i don't know what it is about her but i like her T_T i also think radri sees kind of a connection with her & gives her plenty of chances because of it, even though radri barely survives talking to her. i don't think anyone else actively likes her in the party configurations i choose though so i do feel a bit bad whenever i bring her along

aerie: i was a little over her at the beginning but now i think she's cute! seeing her make all those missteps around jaheira really made me feel for her. i like viconia and anomen equally as much as her though, so i've never dedicated myself to traveling with her for extended periods of time

anomen: if xan didn't exist i'd be interested to delve into what his whole deal is. i think he has an interesting personal quest with interesting outcomes, though i think the decision making on the player's side could've been more subtle

cernd: i… never spent time on him… in my current paused playthrough i didn't even take him temporarily to do that whole animal trouble quest, purely because it's just a hassle to move equipment around to dismiss people. and maybe i've just let my dao experience color my impressions but i've always been a little underwhelmed by shapeshifting

haer'dalis: i don't remember anything about this guy either lmAO i'm sorry but i'm immune to tieflings and bards and i'm not into theater

jan jansen: i can see why people like to bring him along, but i'm already playing a thief, imoen is already a thief/mage, i can't justify the thief oversaturation. pass. also his other thing is he's talkative, right? i unfortunately already have a guy dedicated to talking my ear off

keldorn: i always recruit this guy, and i'm always sad when i have to let him go to reconnect with his family ;_; but it's the right thing to do

korgan: i'm sorryyyy i can't tolerate chaotic evil in my party. pass

mazzy: i've never taken her, but i should! honestly i should swap minsc out for her

nalia: i've never been interested in taking her because, once again, thief/mage. oversaturated. pass

valygar: the last time i traveled with this guy was back in 2014, and i remember nothing about him?? i should bring him along again

yoshimo: thief, oversaturated, pass. i would say something about his "betrayal" but i'm not there yet in my current playthrough and don't remember anything about it from 2014. i'm sorry yoshimo... i must've found you so inconsequential

bonus, sarevok: ok i said no chaotic evil but he's the exception. i can fix him

[plumbley-bee]

What if the brothers Grimm are affecting and partially responsible for the Time of Shadows but are not necessarily the bad guys

So hear me out, the fairies are the ones who want the fairytales to return to normal but we also know that the fairytales themselves are in their nature these horrible terrible things. And the things that have gone wrong have partially been because of the times of shadow but they've also been caused by the natural progression of the stories after they end.

So my theory is this. The Brothers Grimm saw the world they lived in being governed and almost controlled by the fate these faries desperately wanted to uphold and they saw how inherently awful these fates actually were so in their own twist way they started rewriting some of it to free the characters from these stories. Miss muffet is destined to be afraid? Well if she is the thing she fears she can't be afraid of it now can she? Sleeping beauty is destined to fall in love and be with a man who's willing to kiss an unconscious 18 year old girl without her consent? Well let's have the Briars who want to protect her be the type of love that wakes her up. I want them to basically be these story tellers who are not necessarily good, but not necessarily bad either. They see this world as already dark and twisted so they figure the only way to escape it is to twist them even more. Make them dark in a way that toughens up the people in them so they can learn to carve their own fate in the end.

But I don't think they affect every tale as I said before the stories themselves are inherently twisted. For instance Pinocchio can only be a real boy if he doesn't lie, but then he has to lie in order to save his father which turns him back into a puppet. This dark twist of fate was already woven into his story from the beginning. Same with Gerard. He was cursed to be a frog as a child until he found true love but you don't just 'get' love, it's something that requires upkeep and effort. Both of those stories were touched and caused by the fairies, and it was the nature of the fairies magic that made their stories eventually turn out like this in the end.

Then you have Pib, who is a trickster. A separate entity entirely from the storytellers and the fairies. He's literally just there to fuck shit up, and it's his own fuckery of making a miller's son a king that causes the kingdom to fall because this poor little farm boy doesn't know shit about ruling. Pibs story is eventually affected by the Times of Shadow, but its more just the side effects of it and his own fuckery that is his downfall.

What I'm getting at is I think there are more forces at play here than just one bbeg. The nature of the world was always wrong and you have the fairies who want it to stay the way it was, (which was still not great) and you have the people trying to change it in their own ways, aka the princesses, and the storytellers. All of these forces are acting within their own power to make the world right again but they all have different ways of doing so and it is clashing into one another as this sort of domino effect that is causing the times of shadow as a whole.

The biggest mystery for me though is the big bad wolf and his part to play in all this. Red and the wolf seem much more important then maybe we are at first led to believe and I still don't entirely know the wolf's role in all of this yet, but it's not farfetched that he is his own being, a representation of the repetitive stories and multiverse they live in. Because the big bad wolf always gets defeated, he always dies. And we know what happens to those who die in the neverafter sometimes. So how has that many deaths made the big bad wolf what he is now? And is that why he wanted red to kill him? Idk there's still so much left to learn and this is all speculation and basically just a fun what if bc honestly I'll love wherever brennen ends up taking the story in the end.

[alcohol1maid]

Sooo...yall remember when I said I'll make a sweetened chaos fic which I kinda forgot a out? Wellll.....

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A friendly encounter

The green haired girl giggled to herself as she played the girls hair.

The much younger girl who was minding her own business, had yet another encounter with the familiar green haired girl while waiting for a train...

The girl sighed, trying to ignore her, but secretly, she did like her company, just a little bit though. Better than being alone, which she's slowly becoming foreign to.

"Your hairs so pretty, miss umi!"

"Oh...t-thanks"

being called 'miss umi' did fill her up with a little bit of excitement, but she hid it easily.

"I wonder though...how are you allowed to have this kind of hair in school, don't they not allow it?"

"I...its just, it just has..smaller policy's...I think"

"Oh woow!! That must be amazing! There must be so many things you can get away with!"

"Y-yeah" kema umi blushed a little, deep inside, she kinda hoped that the 'trickster girl' would stay for a little longer, even if she was front face in denial about it.

Trickster giggled after this, she loved playing with people's feelings, kema was no different.

This made her smile, she didn't see kema any different then the other people she teased through out her years, all though she did find more enjoyment in doing this since...in a while. Stuff happened.

"But i must say miss kema, about that...friend of yours, what's his name? North...sky?"

Kema umi paused, she almost forgot that trickster knew about him, especially since its been a while since their first encounter.

"O-oh y-yeah...what about him?" She turned towards trickster, which had a grin on face, which kema felt off-put by.

"You see...that nerd friend? What do you...see in him, like are you to like, a thing or something?"

Kema almost gasped, she's never been told a question like this before.

"H-hes just...a sweet guy, that's all..."

kema umi got embarrassed by this question, did she think they were dating? She hid her face with her hair after that, she was hot as a pepper.

"Hmm...m'kay"

Trickster knew that wasn't just it, but she didn't want to keep going on with the question, since she knew if she did kema would leave early.

She simply just left it at that, however, she wanted to know about the boy.

"Ya know, miss kema?"

Kema umi was still hiding her face, overthinking every word she just said.

Trickster laughed at this

"Dawwhh, is my little strawberry embarrassed? Hehehe, it's fine kema! I was just goofing with ya!"

Kema let go off her hair, giving trickster a

'Really...?' Looking on her face, which trickster had to admit did look a little cute.

"Hahah!" Trickster laughed "oh kema, you always know how to make me laugh!"

Kema umi wanted to blow up, but simply but looked away, pounting.

"Y-yeah I was just...feeling ill...that's all"

Trickster obviously knew this wasn't true, but still played along for her entertainment.

"Oh miss umi! Your just the cutest, you know that?" She giggled " oh, I just wanna squeeze so tight!" Suddenly, trickster put both of her arms around kemas neck.

Kema umi was surprised by this, not really knowing how to react. But she found confront in this, which honestly surprised her a little. She felt...safe, and honestly wished it lasted longer.

But then suddenly, a phone started ringing.

It was tricksters.

Trickster let go of kema, and answered her phone.

"H-hello?"

It was none other than casimir, who rung the house phone.

"How's my master doing? Can you come back please...little miss penelope is misbehaving, master..."

Trickster was a little annoyed, but simply replied

"Oh, yeah sure, I'll be there inn..." trickster looked up at the trains clock. "10 minutes..?"

"Just hurry master! She's making a mess!"

"Okay! Okay! Jeez..." trickster hung up the phone and looked down at kema

" I would love to stay and chat but, my family needs me dear! I promise when we meet again, I'll bring you all the sweets you want!"

Trickster winked at her, before walking off to the train station exit.

Kema umi heard her entire conversation with him, master? Penelope? Kema umi had so many questions, was she a mom? Did she have a boyfriend?

So many thoughts were racing through her head, why would anyone call their family member 'master' ?

Not too long later, her train arrived. Kema umi got up from her seat, and walked towards it, mind still running.

Kema umi sat down on one of the seats, looking out at the window.

"Well...that's gonna be a story to tell tommrow" she told herself, just as the train was about to leave.

THE END

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Hope yall enjoyed this! Sorry for not making it till now! I kinda forgot about it till today lol. I hope you sweetened chaos fans liked your meal! <3

And also, trickster belongs to my dearest friend @boiling-potato ! Thanks for giving me permission to make this a while back, apologies for the extremely long wait! <3