#mos: the overgrown

[minecraftbookshelf]

Honey and Beekeeping

This post is primarily about Pixandria and Helianthia, as they are the two empires with the largest honey sources/trade, but it does also have a nod to Rivendell and The Overgrown.

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Beekeeping is a a major cultural thing in Pixandria, and is most notable for being based out of the oasis city, rather than The Anthill. Pixandrian bees primarily feed off of desert wildflowers, supplemented by cactus blossoms and the vegetation of the oasis. (There are so many bees and their honey production is important enough culturally and economically that there are regulations about what foreign plants people can and cannot plant in the oasis city, because you can't just tell bees, "no not that one" bees do what they want.) Bees are also revered culturally, and Pixandrians take great pains to avoid injuring them as they go about their business, they are referred to in Pixandrian as "the little people/citizens."

The honeycomb is harvested in its raw form and is usually separated into honey and the comb itself, as the wax is as much of a desired and required commodity in Pixandria as the honey itself. The wax is often purified and shaped into its final use in Pixandria. It is used to treat copper and prevent it from aging, but candlemaking is also an art there, and wax is often used to aid in sealing and/or waterproofing (or sand proofing) seams in waterskins, clothing, lids, and many other things.

Pixandrian honey is known internationally for its light, floral flavor and light color. It is distinct but not heavy. It is one of their major trades and it is not unusual to find a dish of Pixandrian honey on the table or in the kitchen of any house among their allied empires. Crystallized honey is a very common candy in Pixandria and very popular with the children (and also certain semi-immortal emperors)

(Their mead production is also notable)

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The main difference between the way Helianthia and Pixandria store and sell their honey is that Helianthians usually leave theirs on the comb and it is sold and served that way, as they do not have the high wax demand that Pixandria has. They do process some wax and honey separately, but its much less common.

Beekeeping is also less culturally central in Helianthia, though equally as common. The honey has more variety as well, throughout the regions of the empire, depending on the local flora. Helianthian honey is the easiest to obtain, even outside the WRA. Helianthian honey butter is widely hailed as their greatest accomplishment of all time.

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Rivendell does have bees, but fewer hives and the majority of them live in an apiary/greenhouse combo specifically designed and maintained to protect them from the harsh weather conditions of the Southern Mountains. Rivendell honey has a very distinct flavor, due to their restricted diet, and its a stronger, almost nutty flavor and its color is usually on the darker side.

They don't really trade their honey internationally, due to the lower quantities of it they have, but it is not uncommon as a gift between royalty and there will definitely be some in Scott's dowry.

A significant portion of their honey is also turned into mead. Rivendell mead is both famous and infamous(ly strong).

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The Overgrown has bees and honey but their honey is Not Safe for mortal consumption. The magic of the Spring is too concentrated in the flowers that grow there and it gives the products thereof something of a...kick.

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AU Masterpost

[yinyuexuelei]

can any other MDZS fans pls explain to me how JC could basically name his sword “root of all turmoil” and no one in canon saw that as a red flag??? 

like can you imagine meeting a guy who’s like “hello my weapon of choice is greed, anger, and ignorance” and you’re like “hm, yeah seems legit and not at all like a villain”

[icypopz]

with an expressionless + calm s/o  ♡

↬ from anon ; if it's okay, could i request marius and vyn with a female reader who is mostly expressionless and calm and very hard to impress or fluster?

↬ notes ; marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; hihi first post of 2024 !!! also i switched it to gn!reader, i hope that's okay :> marius is so silly ueueue,,, also i'm not sure if i interpreted the prompt correctly i hope u like it ! T_T

↬ warning(s) ; none

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]

marius and you make quite a pair. while he's rambunctious and whiny, often acting like an overgrown child around you, you're his polar opposite - calm and quiet, watching his tantrums with only the barest hint of a smile. people tend to wonder how you put up with him, but the truth is that the two of you balance each other out and bring out the best in one another; you're the ying to his yang.

whenever he's upset about something like the old men in the pax board of directors nagging him, marius will always come rushing to complain to you. he adores how you offer him a listening ear and a third-party opinion, and your tranquility always helps chase away his irritation. he always says you're like the sun pushing away the storm clouds of his anger. as the heir of pax, he's grown up around people always attempting to gain his favour, so marius really appreciates your ability to judge any situation objectively, even those involving him. it's a breath of fresh air to actually get scolded by you whenever he does something nonsensical instead of always being praised no matter what he does.

as for you not getting flustered easily, rest assured that marius will still try his absolute hardest to do so. when his usual trademark playful smirks and winks don't seem to work, he has to up his game, switching to super lame pickup lines which succeed only at making you laugh instead of flustering you (he still counts that as a win). however, he loves seeing even the smallest changes in your expression, such as you being unable to meet his eyes after he peppers kisses all over your face, or you burying your face in his shoulder after his hands travel under your shirt... even if you aren't as audacious with your expressions as he is, marius loves you wholeheartedly for who you are.

more content utc !

[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]

vyn is actually quite similar to you, he's not the type to have wild expressions or wear his heart on his sleeve, so the two of you get along really well. he needs to be calm in his field of work in order to get people to open up to him, and you're just naturally a very serene person. even vyn feels at peace when he's around you, as being around you is a welcome break from his hectic life running the giannovyn mental health research center.

as a psychologist, vyn is well-versed in analysing body language or facial expressions to determine what someone is thinking. however, since you aren't a very expressive person, vyn becomes more attuned to your needs by communicating verbally with you instead of just assuming based on your body language. you both rarely argue as the two of you prefer to discuss your disagreements in a calm manner instead of getting too heated and saying things you don't mean. vyn also does his best to always ask you for your opinion on everything, from dates to presents, and in this way he manages to keep you as the world's happiest romantic partner.

you not getting flustered easily isn't something that bothers vyn, because he himself isn't someone who actively teases you that much. however, he adores seeing even the slightest changes in your expression when he does something for you, like when your nose scrunches up because you're trying not to cry happy tears, or your wide eyes when he surprises you with another grand gesture - it all feels like those are special sides of you only he gets to see. and that is exactly why vyn always goes over-the-top in extravagant preparations for you, whether it's growing your favourite flowers in his garden or baking you the perfect pastries - he loves you so much that he does everything he can to see your happy smile.

✧ thank you for reading ! if you have a request, feel free to send it in 🌠

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[the-californicationist]

Guile & Guilt (Ch. 11) -- Epilogue

Hello again! This epilogue was written using prompts 8, 12, 14, 20, and 29 of @glitterypirateduck 's January challenge! Hope y'all like it!

“There you are, thief. I've been lookin’ for you,” Johnny spoke quietly as he snuck underneath the crossbars that very obviously said “Keep Out!”, displayed in bright red across the gate. 

You smiled at him as he made his way through the castle’s ruins, his boots crunching on the gravel and stone, ducking through the ancient archways like an overgrown warrior, home from the front. He was wearing a tee shirt and his hunting kilt, dressed for the warm night air. 

You imagined what it might have been like back then to see him coming through your castle toward your hugs and your kisses if you were his lady of this sprawling manor house. 

If he was your highland laird, he’d pass by a glowing hearth, the orange fire shining in his eyes, casting long shadows over him. He’d be in a tartan, much like he was now, but perhaps in a shirt with more frills on the collar and sleeves, the expensive stitching reflecting his high status. He’d be in brogues, not boots, allowing him to step silently through the heath and the heather, hunting Englishmen in the night. Your servants would take his deerskin bag from his shoulder, and they’d offer him a clean handkerchief to wipe the journey’s filth from his brow. 

He climbed the stairs of your tower, a knight after his very own princess, meaning to rescue or to ravish, and you couldn’t help but be excited for either. 

“I cannae remember the last time I did this,” Johnny laughed softly, stooping through the refurbished wooden doorway to join you in the circular tower room. It was a small space, and the roof was missing. There were two wooden stools (made to look ancient) and a truly historic hearth, black from centuries of soot. There was a small sign plate pinned to the wall of an artist’s rendition of what the room may have looked like when it was new. They’d made it a bedroom, complete with a sleeping dog on the rug. It was only stone and a wooden floor now, save for the two small chairs. 

Johnny sat in the open one next to you, and you stared out of the window together, surveying your sprawling grounds. A family of rabbits chased each other in a small grove beyond, oblivious to any danger, leaping over each other in the dark under the quilt of stars. You watched their brown, furry forms, hop and jump, running to and fro through the grass, making it whisper as it ruffled against their fur. 

You felt his enormous hand cover yours, his thumb lingering on the shining ring you wore on your left hand, the one he had given you so many months ago. 

“I cannae believe I'm going to marry you, mo mèirleach,” your hulking soldier sighed, kissing your ring and the fingers that held it. 

He turned your hand over to kiss your palm, letting his tongue dart out to lick the spaces he was about to kiss, leaving cool little wet spots on your skin. You grabbed his chin in your hand, catching his attention, and brought his mouth up to yours, making him kiss your lips, letting him suck on your tongue and fill your cheeks with his own, plundering into you, licking you like warm cream. 

You broke away from his kiss with a sigh, resting your face against his, relaxing into his hands as he held you close, clutching you tightly in the small, drafty room. 

“Johnny…” you whispered, warning him and begging him at the same time. 

“Don’t tempt me, lass. I’ll have you right here in this bloody tower if you start makin’ me hungry for you. Sayin’ my name like that…” He whispered to you, rocking his forehead back and forth, nuzzling his face into your neck, letting his breath warm your skin. 

“Maybe we could be very quiet,” you whispered back, giving him a mischievous smile, kissing his cheek reverently. 

“What a naughty wee hen you are. Was this your plan the entire time?” He asked you, shaking his head and grinning like a wolf. 

“Could be…” you laughed, leaning your body into his mouth as he trailed hungry lips down your neck and collarbone, peeling the shoulders of your tank top down your arms, leaving kisses where the fabric lay. 

He stood and lifted you with him, hoisting you up to sit on the wide stone window sill, its panes long gone. His hands dug under the hem of your skirt and followed your thigh up to your warmth, nestled between them, wet and waiting for his appraisal. When his fingers discovered you, he broke his kiss, sighing directly into your mouth with a heavy need. 

Slowly, almost maddeningly so, Johnny sank a long, thick finger into your hole, groaning as he felt how deeply your pleasure had soaked your skin. He began to rub himself, a little absentmindedly, against your calf as he hiked up your skirt a bit more, and you could feel his hard length tenting his kilt, pressing through the pleats. 

“Give me your cock, mo chridhe,” you commanded, darkening your voice and pulling down your tank top to your waist, letting him see your breasts on full display. 

“Want me tha’ bad, hm, bonnie?” He smiled rakishly, teasing you desperate, fucking you languidly with just the one finger, pulling himself out and pressing himself back in without any urgency. 

“Please, John–” you were interrupted by the sound of tires on the gravel near the castle’s entrance. 

Johnny released you, and you bent down together to peer out of the window. You waited, holding your breath, trying to stay out of sight. There was a white sedan making a u-turn in the parking lot, and only after it turned to go back down the hill did you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, shit,” you laughed, sitting on the floor of the tower room, staring up into the stars in disbelief. 

“You’re the one who wanted to sneak into a wee castle and tease your man half to death. I cannae barely walk with this…” 

You looked over at him as he sat across from you, and you saw that he had pulled his kilt up to his hip to palm his cock underneath it. He was achingly stiff, and you could see the tip shining, leaking under the moonlight. 

“My poor darling,” you cooed at him, a little sarcastically, taunting him by playing with your breasts as you knelt in front of him, “You need me, hm? Should I put you inside?”

You straddled his lap and he fell backward, laying beneath you and letting you ride him however you saw fit. That smart mouth didn’t have anymore comments now. 

You hovered, stroking him with your hand, and he humped himself up into your grip, shamelessly. Smiling down at him, you decided to tease him just as he had done to you on the window sill. You fixed his head at your entrance and sank down just enough to let it pop in and out, not going down any further than that.  

His face contorted into a furious mess of longing and desire, his brow furrowing as he begged,

“C’mon, thief… just a little more. I dinnae think I’ll last much longer if you torture me like this… please…”

“Better be good, Johnny,” you sank down a little further, “Only good boys get rewards.”

He groaned, squeezing your thighs and turning his head away from you, wrenching his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from coming too soon,

“This already feels like a reward, mèirleach.”

“Stay with me, Johnny,” you coaxed him, “Be patient.”

“Fuck…” his eyes rolled white like a shark as he felt you purposefully bear down around him, settling down onto his cock and keeping him in you as deep as he would fit, resting there and feeling him pulse his muscles right back. 

You started to rock back and forth along his length, feeling him slipping in and out of your folds, long enough to penetrate you deeply, using his head to grind against your swollen spot just inside of your walls. You arched your back, staring up at the stars with him, bare to the night sky and all of its glittering constellations. 

Johnny’s hands moved up and held your breasts, plucking at your nipples and making you moan.

“Tha’s it, bonnie. You fuck me so damn good. Cannae believe it.”

He whined as you picked up your pace, holding you around your waist and helping you grind back and forth. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “Come on me, mèirleach. I wanna feel you.”

“Johnny… fuck, I just… I can’t…”

“You can, lass. I’m so close. Ah… I cannae breathe. You’re gonna make me come in you… so fuckin’ deep.”

You made a noise that caught in your breath as the shimmering crescendo of your orgasm washed over all of your senses, making your head spin with pleasure. You felt yourself go soft over his cock, relaxing into his steep curve, letting him sink even deeper than what you thought your body would allow. 

He felt your core give way, losing its tension, letting him sink further inside, and as he watched you come down from your high, he began to thrust himself into you from below. Johnny held you tightly to his chest, crushing you to him, and he fucked you with powerful, quick bursts, your bodies making pornographic slapping sounds in the deserted castle ruins. 

You heard him coming apart in your ear, and you suddenly felt the urge to kiss him as he whined for you. You slotted your mouth over his, and when you did, it was as if you had given him permission to scream. He cried out into your mouth as he kissed you, letting his screams of pleasure and joy be muffled by your lips and tongue. 

As he came in you, he called out your name, talking to you in your mouth, telling you what a good girl you were, claiming you as his, and only his. His woman. His thief. 

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[sixhours]

Morning Sickness

Rating: Teen Word count: 1.2k

Notes: Post-ep for season 11. That “season finale” inspired me to try to make sense of the nonsense, and maybe give Mulder and Scully a chance to start to deal with the shit they’ve been dragged through.

Originally posted to AO3, Mar. 26 2018

It's dawn when Mulder shifts the car into park. A drizzle mists the windshield, muddying the house’s looming form, the dim glow of the porch light their only welcome. Next to him, Scully sleeps deeply, his jacket tucked into the crook of her neck.

He reaches across the console to touch her cheek. "We're home."

She stirs, blinking, before fumbling at the door handle in a rush. She's out of the car before he can offer to help, making her way to the house. He watches with concern as she pauses at the foot of the steps, leaning on the porch railing for a moment as if to catch her breath, before disappearing around the side of the house. He winces when he hears retching.

Skinner was going to make it, they said; a lumbar spinal fracture and two broken legs meant he had a long recovery ahead, but he was alive.

Reyes hadn't been so lucky. Mulder found her slumped in the driver's seat of Spender's car, blood pooling in the corner of her eye. Scully had moaned softly behind him, turned, vomited bile onto the pavement.

It wasn't until later that he remembered; Reyes had delivered William, had held him as he'd taken his first breath.

Mulder shudders, stumbling forward to check on Scully, finds her crouched over the overgrown garden. There's a lone rhubarb stalk struggling to greet the day, leaves beaded with rain, a survivor among the bittercress and chickweed.

"You OK?" he asks, feeling helpless.

"I need to eat," she murmurs, standing. "The nausea is worse if I don't."

He reaches for her hand, takes it, guides them inside. She shrugs off her coat, then ducks into the bathroom and closes the door.

Mulder stands in the kitchen, unsure where to begin. It had felt good -- too good -- to put aside reason, to put his finger on the trigger, aim, and let the bullets do the rest. He thinks of gunpowder residue and blood spatter, pushes up his sleeves and scrubs his hands until they're raw.

When that's done, he opens the fridge. She needs to eat. Bread, lettuce, turkey; this, he can manage. As he works, he doesn't think about the water lapping at the dock, doesn't think about watching himself fall backwards, doesn't think about the bullet lodged between his son's eyes.

He cuts the sandwich in half and sets it on the table with a glass of milk. She doesn't like milk, but it's good for the baby, right?

The baby. Christ.

He sinks into a chair as the weight of the day hits him. When she comes out, bathrobe cinched around her waist, he's staring at the table with his head propped in his hands.

"Thank you," she murmurs, sitting down, picking up half the sandwich and taking a small bite. Her expression is distant and closed, the dark circles under her eyes betraying her exhaustion. It's a long time before she speaks again, and when she does, her voice is almost inaudible.

"I had a...a vision," she murmurs, sipping her milk. "I saw William."

Mulder's pulse throbs, a glimmer of hope expanding in his chest. "You...he's alive? You're sure?"

She nods, avoiding his eyes. Bite, chew, swallow, sip. Repeat.

"How...?" he leans forward.

"I don't know," she sighs.

"If it's true, there's still a chance we could find him," Mulder says, thinking aloud. "We could--"

"Mulder, stop. Not now, I can't..." She trails off, ducking her chin, and he thinks of the warmth of her stomach against his blood-flecked palm. "He can't be another quest. You have to let him go."

Mulder swallows. "But...he's alive."

She nods, pushing the plate back. "He's weak, but he's safe. For now."

"Then he'll find us," he says, more to himself than to her. "Someday. When he's ready."

She presses her lips together. When she answers, her voice is hollow. "I'm going to bed."

"Scully..."

But she's already on her feet, moving toward the stairs. He watches her go, feeling lost, unmoored.

He's alive.

Mulder wraps the untouched half of the sandwich and puts it in the fridge, pours the leftover milk in the sink.

He finds her in the upstairs bathroom, staring into the mirror, her reflection haunted and pale. Steaming water runs into the basin, unnoticed.

"Scully?"

She startles, meeting his eyes before reaching for a cloth, but doesn't answer.

"Talk to me, Scully," he says, wishing for a church, for the ease they found over a prayer candle.

"Everything," she frowns, rubbing at her face with the cloth until the freckles across her nose burn pink. "Everything I tried to prevent for him, everything -- it came true."

She dabs lotion on her chin, under her eyes, punctuating each word with angry, jerky movements. "I lived with the guilt of his adoption, but there's nothing I could have done," she says, turning and striding past him to stuff the cloth into the hamper. "I never had a choice."

"Scully--"

"They used me, Mulder," she whirls on him, voice rising. "They used my body to make monsters. And I loved them, and they were taken from me. How can I bring another child into the world with that on my conscience? What hope do I have of keeping them safe, when everything that's come before has been ripped from my hands?"

She breaks off, her breath ragged, swiping at the corners of her eyes.

"What they did to you is unforgivable," he says, approaching her. "But this...this is different. You have a choice."

"I can't do it again," she breathes, eyes pressed shut. "Damnit, Mulder. It's not fair."

"No. No, it's not. But you don't have to do it alone," he whispers, taking her face in his palms, searching her eyes. "Do you want this, Scully?"

"I do," she says, her voice cracking as the tears pool in the whorls of his thumbs. "I do, so much. But I wish I didn't."

He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "So we'll make it work."

He imagines he can feel her eye-roll against his chest, but she softens. "Just like that, huh?"

"Just like that. I'll trade in the Mustang for a minivan, we'll get a Baby Björn--"

She sniffs. "What the fuck is a Baby Björn?"

"I have no idea," he admits, chuckling. "But if the number of missed calls on my phone from Kersh is any indication, we'll have a lot of free time to figure that out."

"I'm fifty-four, Mulder," she sighs, her voice small.

"And your breasts will be the envy of every grandma at the AARP."

She barks a laugh into his chest, fists gripping the fabric of his shirt as her laughter dissolves into a sob. He nuzzles the hair at her temple, kisses it, sways with her until the storm passes.

"What can I do?" he murmurs when her breathing has calmed.

"Just...hold me."

"That's what got us into this mess," he says, nudging her cheek with his nose, eliciting a tired smile. He pulls back the covers and follows her into bed, pulling her back against his chest. His fingers trace the line of her hip.

Tentatively his hand slides forward to her abdomen, barely touching, asking permission. She places her palm over his in answer, pressing down, guiding him to the spot just above her pubic bone where a gentle swell has already formed. He swallows hard, overcome with love and sadness and fatigue.

"I don't have it in me to hope for this, Mulder," she murmurs, her voice rough.

He kisses her cheek, whispering a prayer to the nape of her neck. "Sleep. I'll find enough hope for the both of us."

[the-empress-7]

Well… I have always believed everyone who said they are basically broke and have thus resorted to her inherent scammer ways 🤭 The grasping dastardly duo are both grossly financially illiterate overgrown children, so those rumours always made perfect sense to me. And karma to MM in particular because we all know what a gut punch this is for such a lazy, sleazy, do nothing grifter, HA! HA! :)

But do you think them (Harry) actually being broke broke will finally get rid of her?

I can’t imagine still being here in ten more years waiting for everything to hit the fan when she’s literally a protected criminal and there’s so much evidence of it. She is sloppy AF and cunning, not smart. Harry’s astonishing stupidity and mental instability is the only reason why she pulled this con off. And I will absolutely die on that hill lol. I just desperately want to see justice, that’s all. Harry and Doria aren’t innocent either, but I know in my bones she is 110% responsible for/ the main aggressor behind the financial fraud. This is her MO. Harry’s status was just a tool to get access to the funds, IMO. I just hope to see her go away for misappropriation of funds one day because we all know she is guilty af.

I am afraid they will be stuck in this marriage just like David and Wallis. They have painted themselves into too many corners to escape now.

[magicalblgirl]

Ayo, so I see people are interested with the TianShan fic I was looking for. Anyway, I got some insanely good recommendations for all of you. There's some amazing story telling and plot going on here so bear with me...

I LOVE THIS FIC TO BITS! 🤧 I would coddle it if it was my child. He Tian is a brat but Momo would not budge, he's just as determined and won't back down. A glorified babysitter to an overgrown man child (please I love the jabs here 😝). Momo just wants to do his job but He Tian's stubborness is getting in the way *cough cough*. Also, there's violence, guns and knives. Read HERE

THIS, I love this so much 😭. Somewhat dark and violent in the beginning. Come on, He Tian beat Momo up in place of Jian Yi. But Momo is strong in his own right and it left He Tian puzzled. Momo and Jian Yi are like bffs here. He Tian and Zhang Zhen Xi are friends/mafia bros. Read HERE

This is friggin PAINFUL. Like angsty, violent, heart-wrenching, punch in the gut painful. BUT it is also one of the most AMAZING fics I've read. 🤕⚠️ LIKE YOU JUST WANT THEM TO BE TOGETHER BUT WTF. Mo got trust issues, He Tian got a truck load of em. It's bloody and kinda graphic especially what happened to Momo (nothing too gory tho imo, okay but some parts are kskskskdjd but for me they are bearable) so reader discretion, check the tags. Read HERE

This is ongoing so I am thankful for the author for updating it on New Year's eve 🎆. A friggin emotional roller coaster. I love to suffer, kick me in th b4lls with the angst but I also like the moments of vulnerability. Like for the emotionally constipated people like me, this fic is GOLD. And yeah.. SMüT (almost in every chapter 😏). Read HERE

Anyways...

Look at the update date. Look at me. Did I tell y'all it's UNFINISHED fics?? Cuz if I suffer, you suffer with me 😝 Also, I've read almost all TianShan fics in AO3 except those less than 1500 words lol. I prefer longer fics 5-10k and above, if there's a 100k completed fic I will errect a statue in your honor.

Anyways, if you read it, show the author some love or leave a kudos.

[unboundprompts]

Blue Prompts

-> writing prompts from songs that feel blue. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"I don't even know myself sometimes." - High Low by The Unlikely Candidates

"I try to wake myself but I can't run away from what's been hunting me in my dreams." - Nightmares & Flare Guns by Seb Adams

"I guess the devil did me a favor." - 98 Degrees by Arrested Youth

"I never needed anybody in my life." - Evermore by Tethra

"Nobody ever looks at me twice." - Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Rory Webley

"Everyone's a tragedy." - Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers

"You don't want to be alone." - What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club

"I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." - agoraphobic by CORPSE

"I wanted to feel wanted like I had a contagious soul." - Churches by flipturn

"I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush." - I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don't Wanna Die Anymore by Waterparks

"There's mo turning back after what's been said." - In Undertow by Alvvays

"Don't you know I'm no good for you?" - When The Party's Over by Our Last Night

"Memories of half my life are missing." - By Now by Will Jay

"I don't know why I'm intimidated by the thought of you loving another." - thor by push baby

"I told you to do whatever makes you happy." - Loved by FEiN

"I am not the way I ought to be." - Simply Simple by Mother Mother

"All I've got is the memories of us." - me & ur ghost by blackbear

"You're the best worst thing that's happened to me." - lost cause // (with grandson) by KennyHoopla, grandson

"Everything is overgrown and tired and I'm hanging by a thread on a vine asking for help." - Happier? by Volumes

"Life's another stranger who knows my name." - Ease My Mind by The Faim

"Sometimes I can't help but feel it'll never pass. I won't heal. It scares me to death if it's real." - OUT OF MY SKIN by Scotty Sire

"Come down to my level and hang out with the devil." - Jesus in LA by Alec Benjamin

"Who am I when this is done?" - Next Up Forever by AJR

"You put a sour flavor in my mouth." - Miss Jackson (feat. LOLO) by Panic! At The Disco, LOLO

"Every breath I would have taken, I give to you. I won't breathe again." - teresa by YUNGBLUD

"These days I've been nothing but a burden." - Moving Boxes by With Confidence

"I fell in love with you whether I wanted to or not." - fine by KAYDEN

[wolven91]

Hard & Soft

Graticus unlocked her front door and stepped inside as the door swept to the side. It was another fine day of being ‘security’ for the station with minimal issues. It wasn’t as busy as a station in taurian space, but in the shared or contested territories, depending on who you asked, there was enough to keep one busy.

Hell, when the ursidain in the marketplace had overstepped and started to wreck a stall in a tantrum, she even got to suplex the overgrown fat blob for a change. It was a far cry from her old career, but she enjoyed the little things. Like smacking around someone that deserved it. A good day all in all, she could ride this high all week.

"Pumpkin? I'm home!" She called out to her partner, a human, Don, someone she had known for several years now and who would be home by this time. A quiet sniff and a clearing of a throat before she heard a reply. She placed her toolbelt next to Don’s phone on the table near the door.

"Hey beautiful, I'm in the lounge." Came his light tone from within, although something was… off.

She pulled the scrunchie from her brown curly locks and slipped it down one of her horns to keep it safe in a smooth, practised move as she tromped deeper into their home. She frowned as she realised that she was hearing a wobble in her partner's voice.

Stepping into the front room she found her mate sat on the sofa with a game console controller in his lap.

"What have you been up to since you've got back?" She enquired with a soft smile, sharp teeth flashing. Graticus knew that humans were slippery. If you asked a direct question they'd clam up and no amount of prying would get the problem out. They may be one of the smaller of the known sentients, but they were far more resilient than many others. They’d shoulder any burdens they experienced on their own until they were eventually crushed.

She had to be careful about sniffing out why she could sense something was troubling him. She’d known him too long, had been through too much together for him to be able to hide his feelings from her. Even when he tried.

"Oh just messing around on the game." He said offhandedly. She glanced at the screen, then to the controller resting in his lap.

"Is that why you've been still long enough for the controller to go to sleep?" She asked in a firm, yet mildly accusatory tone, a fist rose and rested against her hip as she quirked an eyebrow down at him. She had only ever wanted what was best for him. And he, her, but he always seemed to put himself second. Those damned resilience and self imposed standards.

Unacceptable to Graticus. 

It was her job to protect her partner, it was more than just tradition for taurians, it was a comment on her abilities.

"Oh, no.. I've been messing around on my phone." He lied. She get a quiet snort to herself, she hated people lying to her. Even her Don.

"Mm, the one that's still on the sideboard near the front door?" She confronted.

He went silent. Dammit. She sighed and nodded, deciding how to help.

She walked back around to the rear of the sofa to a trunk that crouched there and retrieved a heavy, fluffy blanket. He was craning his neck round to watch her and realised her plan. He immediately tried to placate her as she walked back around to the front carrying the massive bundle. Graticus, both in her career as a security guard and as an ‘independent’ before, had no problem in taking her own actions to solve problems, Don wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out now.

"I'm fine, honestly, there's no need to-"

Putting an arm thicker than his torso around his waist and bodily lifting him into the air, she placed him over her shoulder, on top of the blanket. With her other arm she arranged the cushions that decorated the sofa to create a little nest for them both. His squirming did nothing to escape her grip.

She laid down in the centre of the pillows lengthwise across the sofa, arranging her little Human so he fell against her front. Finally she flicked the heavy blanket, more of a weighted blanket to her mate's perspective, but it floated down to cover them both.

Curling her massive arms around him, she dragged him into her chest and squeezed him. She finally let out a rumbling, deep sigh of contentment. Although her favourite part of the day was laying down with Don, this was for him, to send a message that his resistance would not outlast his passive adorable-ness that drove her to protect and cherish him. She would lay here, holding him against herself, stroking his hair, until he opened up to what was bothering him.

His taurian would chase him down relentlessly until he relented. Time didn't matter. She wasn't paying attention to how long it took for him to begin speaking, but when he did there was that wobble again.

"A customer had a go at me at work again today. I know I shouldn't pay attention to it, they're annoyed at the business not me, but I'm really trying and I just... it gets to me sometimes..."

Her past bubbled immediately back up to the surface, her claws extended and a short, sharp snort burst from her nostrils.

"I will break them in two. Who was it?" She demanded, being deadly serious.

"I don't know, just a customer. It doesn't matter." Shaking his head as he lay across her.

A minute or two passed as the pair settled and the stress of the day bled away.

"...do you remember what they looked like?" The human immediately sighed dramatically.

"Graticus, I'm not going to help you hunt down one rude customer. As much as that would be quite nice..." he explained with a chuckle as he buried himself deeper into the blanket.

There's that little bloodthirsty streak; he can pretend he's a helpless babe all he wants, she knew he always had a quiet danger floating just under the surface. It was always fun watching humans with a grudge. That resilience would come back in the form of a long, patient memory.

Graticus reminisced about their meeting. As she did, she went back to running a hand up and down his back using the short sickle-shaped claws to graze his skin as she placed her chin on top of his head.

A silence followed as he believed she had dropped the subject.

"What time did they leave the shop?"

"What? Why?"

"There are cameras along that promenade." She stated firmly.

[minecraftbookshelf]

(Just letting you know you did in fact remember who asked you abt the guilded helenthia.)

But know you’ve given me power and I want to know how you think fae politics work in the overgrown, because kathrines title implies a lot about how it works. And I, at least, can just feel the complicated feudal politics, even more with how the job emperor works in your AU.

(This is asking how to become emperor of the overgrown, in case I wasn’t clear)

See, you say I've given you power, but you have asked, in quick succession, two questions about topics I really want to talk about, so who is the real winner here XD

And yes, the Overgrown and the fae courts absolutely win the "most complicated politics" award. (There is no prize for winning this, only pain.)

This one is going to be so, so long because i have thought about this a lot. Katherine's backstory is actually one of the seed concepts for this entire AU, her one-shot might actually end up being two or three chapters.

The official copy+paste context...

Also a general note relevant to the succession criteria of the majority of the empires. Remember this whole thing, where Pix kind of accidentally changed the formal definition of war in the empires? That had a lot of implications for how royalty functioned in the Empires. While they still absolutely have internal duties and responsibilities and privileges, ultimately their most important job is that they stand ready to defend their empire and its people at all times. Part of this is that they also function as international ambassadors in a way, while most empires also have official ambassadors, the relationships and interactions between the emperors themselves are a very important (sometimes volatile) facet of international relations. A country cannot be recognized internationally as an autonomous nation without an official Emperor/Head of State.

And Katherine's list of titles is actually a great place to start!

Because Katherine is fae and names are a Whole Thing with the fae.

There is no such thing as a casual name or title in the Overgrown or the fae courts, specifically, the Spring Court (as that is the people who live in the Overgrown and of whom Katherine is a part.) Not even their "day names" that they are referred to among the courts and by any mortals they allow to address them are completely free of power. (And yes, there is a bit of an arrogance problem in the courts.)

(Also just, massive shout out to Katherine Elizabeth herself for her character and lore who are so very, very fae it works so well whether or not that was what she intended XD)

Katherine's full, official list of titles and names is "Katherine of House Blossom, Lady of the Empires, Guardian of the Overgrown, Protector of the Great Grass Field, Collector of Heads, Breaker of Leads, and Mother of Sheep."

Now, with the disclaimer that we're getting creative with some of these, to accommodate the fact that I'm not actually incorporating a whole lot of minecraft mechanics into this particular au, lets look at each of these.

House Blossom is one of the Great Houses of the Spring Court. It is usually, not always, but usually, a member of one of these houses who is king or queen of the Court at any given time. The criteria, outside of one very specific scenario, for who the king or queen is, is whoever can take that power and keep it.

As a side effect of this, despite the longevity of the fae folk in general, there have been several kings and queens in the Overgrown, just in the course of a few decades. Fae politics are brutal and often involve magical manipulation and murder.

Katherine is the daughter of the previous Lady of House Blossom, who was actually never king or queen of the Court. By design. Lady Blossom was a kingmaker and a skilled one. Katherine grew up right smack in the middle of the deadliest court intrigue, and that is what it means to be of House Blossom.

Lady of the Empires is a title that has some layers, the primary one, and the simplest, is that it declares her as someone who has dealings outside the borders of the Overgrown, and who travels among the Empires. On a more complicated level, it actually has to do with the treaty mentioned in the copy+paste context. Because the Overgrown/Court, while technically part of said treaty, never involved themselves that much internationally on anything more than a personal level, with the fae who traveled and traded and made deals.

Mostly, the Overgrown minded to their own, and the other Empires were content to allow them to do so, since the few times they got dragged into Fae Shenanigans it didn't tend to work out well for them. So while the Overgrown wasn't entirely isolationist, they weren't the most social. And what interaction they had was mostly fae going outside their borders. Mortal folk who traveled to the Overgrown without taking the proper precautions tend to disappear.

(There were a few mortals, a couple of merchants but mostly scholars and poets, who did take those precautions and mind their manners and who had very rewarding encounters with the Overgrown and its people. Many of the villagers on the border of Helianthia and the Overgrown also have encounters, and they are usually just fine, they've learned the rules, over the generations, and also tend to be inoffensive to fae sensibilities in general.)

Rivendell actually maintained trade and occasional political relations with the Overgrown for the majority of its isolation period, though this was not well known outside the borders of the fae neighbors.

Guardian of the Overgrown is, at least to the people of the Overgrown, the most significant title. Because Katherine is technically the Queen of the Court, but she is never referred to as such because Queens can be challenged. Queens can be overthrown. But a Guardian is chosen by the Spring itself to rule and protect and that is a very different situation. The Spring only chooses a Guardian every few generations, and when it does so it usually means some kind of world-changing event is imminent. (The last Guardian ruled during the time that Pixlriffs was crowned king of Pixandria)

(Also yes, Pix is very much tired of living through "once in a lifetime historical events")

Protector of the Great Grass Field/Mother of Sheep These two are actually related. The Great Grass Field is the traditional holding of House Blossom, and their sheep herds are the finest outside of Rivendell. The main significance of these is to say that Katherine has chosen to retain her duties in her House and that she really likes sheep, to the point that it is a notable characteristic and part of Who She Is (which is important for fae). Katherine frequently raises orphaned and abandoned lambs from the flock herself and she has not lost a single one.

Collector of Heads in the absence of the mechanic in question, this one gets a bit more macabre. The other Emperors (for the most part) do not generally mention how disturbing they find Katherine's decor of skulls decorated with flowers. Lizzie is the least bothered by this, as in, she is not bothered at all and finds it delightful, and the two of them exchange gifts of this nature fairly regularly. (Joel banned them from their personal rooms. It is the one single thing he has solidly put his foot down on and held out against the sad eyes in several hundred years of marriage.)

Breaker of Leads I actually haven't quite decided on this one yet. I have two possible meanings in mind, it will probably be one or the other, might be both.

Either Katherine herself and/or House Blossom have a long standing feud with wandering traders or

Katherine has a tendency to...liberate(?) animals. For herself. It's not theft exactly, stealing, like lying, is very difficult/impossible for fae to do directly, if only because then you owe something, which is generally a state to be avoided at all costs. But she does some very creative interpretation of circumstances and words.

And that is all Katherine's titles and I think that pretty neatly addresses the question of both "how to become ruler of the Overgrown" and "how did Katherine become ruler of the Overgrown"

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AU Masterpost

[its-stimsca]

Stimtober day 18

Stimboard of Dr Clef from the Scp foundation

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ID below cut

[Image ID:

Gif 1: A hand painting a green ukelele with white flowers.

Gif 2: A hand in front of a canopy of ferns, covered in three brown moths. The moths have eye patterns on them, and each one is about the size of a palm. The hand rotates, showing the moths off.

Gif 3: A green snake with a mottled, black pattern hangs on a vine. It’s head moves to the side as it looks around.

Gif 4: A shot of legs wearing brown pants and black, dusty boots. One of the boots is tapping the ground, as if waiting for something. The ground they stand on is gravel slightly overgrown with moss.

Gif 5: An animated gif of Dr Clef from the SCP Foundation, drawn in a black and white pixel-art style. He has a wide brimmed hat, and shaggy, short hair, with bangs that cast a shadow over his eyes. He has a lab coat draped over his shoulders, and a black shirt with a tie. A shotgun is slung over his right shoulder, and a name tag is pinned to his coat that has a music signature written on it, an alto clef. He’s smiling at the camera with teeth sharper than normal, his hands behind his back.

Gif 6: A brown cowboy hat rotates on a pedestal.

Gif 7: A scientist walks past in a white lab coat with a hand in their pocket. They wear a navy tie and pants, with a light blue shirt.

Gif 8: A slo-mo of a shotgun being fired. The shells eject with a brief burst of flame.

Gif 9: A jumping spider crawls onto the lens of a pair of glasses. Jumping spiders are small, about the size of a fingernail. They’re very fuzzy, with thick legs, big mouth parts, and very small eyes that sit on top of their head. They look much friendlier than regular spiders, since they’re fuzzy, small, and have soft mouth parts instead of pointy ones. Can you tell I’m biased I like these little guys!!!!

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[pan-cakes-makes]

WITCHY SWAMP

Things are getting spooky on Shadowmoss with this witchy swamp for our magical girlies. Baabara has her fortune telling area set up amongst abandoned ruins & seaside ritual sites. Our potion maker, Puddles, has an apothecary shack hidden deep in a dark bog.

Every inch of this area is decorated to the brim with glowing moss, overgrown vines, creepy crawlies, & magical vibes. If you’re looking to add a little mystique, a little spookiness into your game too, this is the build for you.

- CUSTOM CODES USED - Dirt Path: MA-4147-2454-4020 Cobblestone Path: MA-1170-1047-2974 Crop Circles: MA-0357-3870-5655 Fortune teller stand: MA-1466-4609-0419 Crystal Ball Print: MO-6X3R-57MH-CBW0 Herb Stand: MA-1420-0288-2947 Plant + Potion Shelves: MA-5947-2552-5111 Fall Dress: MA-9535-9526-1037 Witch Dress: MA-1492-2285-2428 Eyebrows: MA-1409-5733-1266

Get the full scoop on YouTube here

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patchy my love! I am in need of one of your potions for Katsuki Bakugou if you please.

Oh darling Meg, I do hope you did not travel far! I know visiting me is quite the chore all on its own - and I certainly appreciate you taking the do all of this for me.

Please stay awhile, I would love to hear all about what is new and happening with you. And, do not fret, afterwards I can help you deal with your little problem. Now, what kind of tea would you like?

Infatuation had nothing to do with.

At least not at first; that was what you kept telling yourself ever single time your mind started to wander, startled to slip into thinking about the village baker.

It was purely because he was the best around, the best you have ever found; is what you would argue with yourself as you would buy yet another loaf of bread from him; needing it to get through the week. It was purely because you wanted to know the shop was doing well, is what you would reason as you walked along the cobblestone path every morning to purposefully pass his shop. It was because you had a long day and needed some respite, is what your rationale would be whenever you would indulge in some of the rolls and stew he had available for your aching body was too tired to make your own dinner.

It had nothing to do with attraction. Just simply you being provided a service you needed and that was all.

But soon even you couldn’t deny how ridiculous it all was. How many coins you were spending simply due to an infatuation you had over the baker. Though gruff and almost unapproachable, could tell Bakugou had a passion for what he did; never turned a customer away over anything trivial - if they needed bread, he would provide them with it.

And he was handsome, one of the most beautiful men you had ever laid eyes on. And perhaps maybe, possibly, that was the reason you kept coming back over and over again; for you just wanted another peak at him. Wanted another chance to see his smirk, or to hear him thank you for your purchase, or slyly watch him as he kneaded dough

Whatever the case may be, you knew you couldn’t do it forever. Not only was it behaviour that skirted the line of appropriate, you knew one day he would catch on and confront you of it.  And rather waiting for that inevitability to come beating you down, you would rather beat it, and him, to the punch. 

You asked around, to trusted shopkeeps, to see if they had any advice or knew of someone, to help you with your slight predicament and they all pointed you in the direction of a small, almost rundown, little cabin that sat just outside of town; surrounded by overgrown bush.

Though the exterior seemed to waver your confidence, you knew that to judge sole on appearance would be a mistake; and with your resolved renewed you marched over to the little shop ready for a cure to your ‘ailment’

You didn’t even need to knock, the door opening on it’s own when you approached, as if already waiting for you; yet no one was inside. Instead you were greeted with a note, on a large table that sat right in front of you; attached was a vial, of intricate and beautiful design, that contained a dark liquid

Dear Traveler,

I do apologize for not being there to provide you with the proper aide you desire in your time of need; for other matters required my presence promptly - and I could not find it in my heart to say no.

Attached to my note it a potion you can use to help with your predicament; I suggest you mix it into whatever tea, or bake into whatever dessert, you wish to give to the man of your desires. 

You should not worry of any horrid effects befalling onto him or you.

The Peddler.

You read the note again, and then a third time, all while thumbing the vial you were presented; contemplating her words and the subsequent actions that would unfold should you decide to use her potion.

It was a long trek back to your home, followed by a sleepless night, as your mind raced with all the possibilities that could unfold. Fighting between your moralities about whether or not you should trick him into ingesting a potion you yourself have no clue about; the note claims no horrible thing would befall either of you, but what effects did it have?

Though you were only human, and temptation was a mistress that could persuade even the strongest of minds; including your own. And so, you spent the next day within your kitchen, carefully crafting small heart shaped chocolates you would present to him; the best use of the potion that you could come up with - for he only ate one he would not be as effected as if he drank it all within a tea.

You wrapped each one carefully, placing them in a beautifully crafted box, one you meticulously decorated in the colours that adorned his shop, and tied it all together with a bow. The perfect little present, on you, hoped Bakugou would accept.

With unsure steps you made your way down that same cobble stone path, almost as if you had never walked it before, as you slowly made your way to that familiar bakery. The door was open when you arrived, a kind patron holding it open for you with a smile, leaving you no choice to back down and turn away as you took a deep breathe and stepped forward into the shop.

You were the only one there, you could thank the gods for that, as you heard his gruff voice asking you want you wanted; watching dumbfoundedly for a moment as he started to prepare and gather for you the items you normally got.

“A-actually, I didn’t want anything.” You stumbled out, voice a little rushed as you approached the receiving counter “I wanted to give you this instead.”

You carefully placed you present upon the counter, sliding it towards him every so slightly, before taking a step back; hands fidgeting as you waited for him to take it; legs twitching as your tired desperately not to run away.

You could tell he wanted to ask you what it was, the expression on his face clear he was confused by your action, but nonetheless he carefully opened you present; not wanting to tear or break it. Those little gestures made your heart flutter in hope as you anxiously waited for his reaction. His quiet ‘oh’ made you anxiety grow as he started down at your gift; not sure whether or not he liked it

“Can I have one?” He finally mumbled out after the a few agonizing moments of silence; fingers reaching out for a small pink heart that sat in the middle of the box.

“Y-yes of course!” You chimed, a smile small gracing your face “They are yours after all, I just hope you like them.”

You waited with baited breathe as he slowly brought the chocolate to his lips, watching as he chewed on it with a furrowed brows as he assessed your creation; licking his lips once he had finished.

And for a moment you didn’t know what to expect. You weren’t sure if the potion would work, and if so how, or if he would just shrug his shoulders and send you on your merry way. Whatever it was, you were not expecting the small smile to stretch across his face.

“These are really good, thank you” His smile widened at your surprise stare as he popped another chocolate into his mouth. “Uh, wait here, I have something for you too.”

You merely nodded, still stunned in place at the fact he finally smiled at you; and so brightly too. Your own incredulous smile graced your lips as you breathed out an airy laugh, waiting for his return.

“Here.” He mumbled handing you a small booklet for you to take, as blush dusted his face and eyes adverted yours.

“Is this….” You began, eying the contents of the paper, noting it was an invitation to a grand celebration within a weeks time “Are you asking me to go with you to this?”

“Yeah…” he shrugged, doing his best to not seem nervous “Been wanting to for a while now. You don’t have to though, I know these things are lame and whatever, but if you do wan-!”

“I’d love to!’ You interrupted, a giant smile plastered on your face, one he mirrored, as you held the invitation to your chest

“Then it’s a date.”

I should probably let you know now, I think I might have gotten my vials switched up and accidentally gave you merely a small sample of vanilla extract.

Though, lucky for you, things seemed to work out fine ;)

[derpdino34]

Secret legacy Pt:1

Chapter 1

Moving was hard for Robby. They were fine in Philly. Why did they have to move to Witwicky out of all places? Robby was pulled out of his thoughts when Mo started talking.

“Aren’t you excited Robby?!” Mo jumped.

“… yep” Robby didn’t even look at his younger sister.

When they got to their new house, it wasn’t bad just plain. It was a simple 2 story yellow house with a barn right next to it.

“Like the new the house, kids?” Their dad was excited.

Robby thought the house was okay, but wouldn’t say it out loud. It has gotten late so Mo and him were going to bed. Well, Mo was, Robby was busy trying to get back to his home. His real home, Philly.

Mo woke up when she heard noises from outside. She peered out of the window to see her older brother get on his bike and ride into the night.

Robby was deep into thought. Should he be doing this? Should’ve he brought his sister along? “No she wouldn’t understand” he told himself “she would be better off in Witwicky.” He snapped out of his train of thought as he heard someone behind him. It was Mo on her bike , trying her hardest to keep up with her brother.

“We’re not supposed to be riding after dark” she shouted “Where are you going?!”

Robby was peddling faster “to my real home, Philly!”

Though he was trying to stay on the road, he was compelled to go into the woods. He stopped hearing his sister’s voice he felt slow sluggish even. Then he heard it.

“Robby~”

A voice, a dark smoothing voice called out to him.

“Follow my light to fulfill your purpose, MY purpose. Follow my light.”

Robby wasn’t noticing what he was doing, he was riding into the woods. Closer to whatever it was. Mo didn’t know what her brother was doing. He was saying he’s going to Philly but they’re riding in the woods at night. She shouted his name so many times but he still kept peddling.

Until he stopped right in front of a cave.

The cave mouth was hidden well with overgrown foliage with a sickly red decay. It looked like the cave was sucking everything around it and it wasn’t helping that there was red glow coming out of the cave.

“Robby?” Mo quivered “ We should go home, it’s getting really late.”

Robby didn’t even respond. It was like he was in a trance. Slowly he started to walk into the cave. This is not the brother Mo knew. Her brother wouldn’t ignore her let alone walk into a creepy cave. Mo grabbed a big rock and chased after her brother.

“Yes~” the voice called

Robby slid down into the cave mouth and landed into the cave. It was big and spacious with a red pool in the center. There was a path on the water that lead to a podium with a red crystal on it . It was calling his name.

“ Robby Malto, I have chosen you to make my legacy of hope.” The voice commanded.

Robby couldn’t even breathe when he started walking to the podium.

“You are a perfect vessel to me~” Robby was right in front of the rock. "You can control gods~”

Robby was about to touch it until-

SLOOPSH!

Robby was snapped out of his trance. He was confused why he was in a cave. Wasn’t he riding his bike to Philly? How did he end up here? He was snapped out of train of thought with his younger sister yelling at him.

“Robby what were you thinking?!” Mo screamed“ You were going to touch a creepy rock in a creepy cave which was probably going to possess you o-or turn you into some kind of creepy monster!”

Though he was annoyed that she followed him, he was thankful that his sister broke the trance he was in. He started to walk away, when a voice roared through the cave.

“NOOOO! My vessel, my chosen one!

The cave shook causing several stalagmites to fall and almost hit the children.

“There is another one . . .you two will suffice~”

The creepy rock started to glow.

“Come, you two will be my legacy of hope

Then two glowing tendrils shot out of the rock and grabbed Robby and Mo’s arm.

“Robby!”



[theresattrpgforthat]

Hmmmmmm what about games that give heavy-metal vibes. If that's too vague, maybe TTRPGs that have the same vibes of DOOM or Quake? Thanks for being an awesome Tumblr page, btw <3

THEME: Hellbusting Games

Thank you so much! I haven't played either of those games, but my roommate sure has! here's what I found.

Warrune, by CurseNightGames.

HELL IS TOTAL FUCKING WAR

WARRUNE is a brutal gridless tactical RPG inspired by Doom, God of War, and extreme metal. Play as badass warriors who have gone to hell to wage eternal war. Vikings vs. Space Marines vs. Demons. DOOM SHIT!

An eclectic system that combines aspects of tactical RPGs, story games, and board games that emulates the frantic combat chess of the latest Doom video games. Warrune is 42 pages, and comes in an easy to read black and white PDF, a red PDF for that old school metal zine feel, and a black and white booklet format to print your own zines at home.

You don’t have any stats in this game; you roll d666 for everything, and count the 6’s vs 1s. More 6’s? You succeed. More 1’s? You fail. Combat is for theatre of the mind but still tactical, with an armoury’s worth of weapons, equipment, and special powers that will help you absolutely obliterate your enemy.

If you want a solo or GM-less option, this game has it! Enemies can be fully automated, giving you a chance to dive into hell either by yourself or without a leader.

qvke borg, by Bird Silhouette Games.

"In a land dying a slow death at the hands of irrefutable prophecy, the thread of reality unravels. As the universe-that-was frays at the seams, more horrifying truths manifest.

Writhing with eldritch hatred is the QVKEMOTHER:

SHUB-NECHURATH reaches out across the cosmic void. Her infinite armies stand poised to bring this realm under her sway. She has heard rumours of the Two-Headed Basilisks and seeks to unseat their power, disprove their apocalypse and usher in one of her own."

QVKE BORG is an unofficial expansion compatible with MÖRK BORG. It’s inspired by the atmospheric, action-packed shooter videogames of the early 1990s. If you ever wanted to bring ROCKET LAUNCHERS into your bleak fantasy role-playing game, this is the book for you.

If you want to play this game you’re going to need MÖRK BORG as well, in order to know how the rules work. Immediately diving into this game will give you a bestiary, followed by character options and lore. This is directly inspired by the game Quake, so it should be able to easily replicate what you’re looking for! If you want an adventure to go along with this, the author has released one called Doorway to Blasphemy, about hunting a heathen down through a vile and overgrown keep.

Hell Grinders, by Bannerless Games.

Another beautiful day of brimstone, heat, fire, blood and guts. You and your buddies buckle your gear, and get ready to shred the forces of Hell’s faces off. 

HELL GRINDERS is a turbo-charged boomer shooter-inspired roleplaying game about killing demons and angels as the baddest bastards around. If you want to flashback to the '90s, ripping and tearing your way through hordes of hideous beasts with your besties while knee-deep in radioactive slime, all to the sounds of heavy metal and industrial guitar licks, this one’s for you.

LUMEN is such a good system for combat, especially if you want your power to feel powerful and competent. Even though there’s only 4 classes, you can mix and match skills and abilities to make a unique character who can kick ass in a way completely unlike your teammates - and LUMEN is also great for team synergy, setting each-other up for success. 

You can die in HELL GRINDERS but that doesn’t mean the fun stops for you - pick up another Grinder on your team and keep going, and hope you can finish the mission before all of your backup team members run out!

Aether Operations, by World Champ Game Co.

Traverse the realms in a forever struggle of imbalance, defeating powerful warlords and cleansing corrupted artifacts. Brutal and dangerous, even the most routine beasts spew damnation at the mere presence of you: the Manipulators. The unique denizens of each realm aspire to purge you in whatever malicious possible ways available in an effort to gain more power and bring the imbalance of reality towards a coming doom.

AeOps is for 2-5 players including a gamemaster with optional rules for gm-less play. Players, as Manipulators embodying Spirit, Brain, Bone, or Meat, use up to seven six-sided dice while the GM uses a diminishing Balance Die, downgrading from d12 to d4 with each stage representing further destabilization of the Realms and a quickly approaching reality cataclysm.

You’re fighting more than demons in this one, but they still want you dead. With GM-less options, this might be a good game to look at if you’re not sure who’s up to GM, or if everyone wants to be a player. Will you be able to prevent a cataclysm? Or will the realms come crashing down around you? You’ll have to play to find out.

HellGuts: Imp Scout Edition, by Mitchell Daily.

Hell is unleashing its demons through unholy rifts between our dimension and theirs. These demons exist only to torment, profane, and destroy human life. They are a powerful scourge that threatens to overwhelm the entire solar system and beyond should they not be stopped. 

Enter the Hellslayers, those exalted to the task of rending fiendish flesh and bathing in blasphemous blood. The Hellslayers are forces of nature standing above the easily slaughtered masses and taking the fight to Hell itself.

HELLGUTS is a gory romp through brutal hellscapes. Go kill some demons, Hellslayer. 

This game depends on dice pools of d12s, with action difficulties ranging from 2 -12. The more successes you get, the more bonuses you get, with your character attributes represented by three “organs: Muscle, Spine and Brain. This is a combat with abstract range and room for description, so your characters can describe how they brutally decimate the legions of hell. 

Right now HellGuts is in playtest, but it already has a couple of adventures, as well as character and enemy keeper resources linked on the page. Tack on some safety tools and you’re ready to go!

24XX Breach, by Adam Schwaninger.

Hyperspace is a back door through Hell, and still the desperate line up for the Company jumpships. You were one of them, back before Hell spat you back out. Now when a jump goes bad, you go in. Breach the derelict, identify the incursion, eliminate the threat, and hope to hell the money’s good.

With quick character generation and quick story generation, you know I gotta recommend a 24XX game. Your character doesn’t just have as specialty that bumps up their skills, they also get Blessings, that give you really cool abilities, such as control over fire, acidic blood, or the ability to teleport through hellspace. Pick up an interesting piece of backstory or two and jump into Hell, ready to kick demon ass and get out as many people as you can. Simple, and sweet, that’s 24XX Breach.

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Camp Shallow Lake

Jet looked on at the faded sign as he listened to Kourt on the phone. She was taking little Mo to her soccer game, Jet would meet them at the field, once he collected their youngest from camp.

Jet had called ahead to ask Dewey for permission to steal away his child to attend her sister's soccer tournament. The old man still ran the camp with all the enthusiasm of a toad in winter, claiming he was happy to be rid of the gremlin for the day.

"hey, Kourt? Monique plays in game 2 right?" He asked as he spotted his daughter coming out of the Honeycomb.

"yeah? Is there traffic?"

"no, no traffic, I think we just need to take a detour"

"......today? Are you sure?"

"yeah, I think so."

".....ok, see you soon"

Jet pocketed the phone and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Hey Squirt! Come over here!"

"DADDY!"

Jet laughed as he stumbled back with his daughter. She took the opportunity to scramble onto his shoulders, resting her head on his.

"Soccer game!"

"Soon kiddo, Dad needs to show you something first"

And with that, they began the short hike to the old Susan Fine shrine, long since decommissioned and overgrown. No amount of time on earth could erase the path from behind his eyes though. Looking around, he could almost make out the shape of his own frolicking and chasing. Following the spirit of his childhood here, he trekked forward.

Past that stone, around that tree, down this ledge, before long the clearing appeared, flat stones stacked in the middle, just as they were years ago, if a little more mossy.

"Dad?.......Forest?"

He looked to where he had placed his daughter. He'd entertained her along the way with trivia about the flora and fauna around them. But she had a knack for reading him, always had. Just another similarity to list.

The nature of children lends to plenty of comparisons, her mother's skin, his hair, her Grammy Greene's taste in music.....

But those eyes.....those eyes gazed back at him now just as they did twenty years ago. Asking to explain, he's acting different than usual. He didn't answer them then.....

.

.

.

Today he will. As he gently took her hand and directed her around the stone pile, to the backside that housed a new stone. Clean and sturdy, not stained by the Ash from the fire that closed the camp for two years. Each inch meticulously and lovingly carved and cleaned, so that the inscription is as clear now as the day it was placed. He looked at her namesake.

"Maddie......this is your Aunt"

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