#there is something magical in using the same indentation for altering

[quilveor]

the woes of making a piece of text that breaks the typical word positioning

is that it won't look right in everything that is not my .txt file

my demons

. culling white space

. fonts that aren't

. monospace

. wrap around

. [i'm using those spaces

. thank you.]

i will have to screenshot it

. i wonder if the dots help

...............i don't trust this site. so i'm checking.

[night-raven-dorms]

Hi Hi can I request the dorm leader's with a s/o that is similar personality as Luna Lovegood? you know unawarely honest and kinda a air head.

Dorm Leaders with a Strange S/O:

A/N: My apologies for quite the long wait. I did a bit of reading through the archives, and I was busy with some personal matters (after all potions don’t brew themselves). While I would love to write for each of the dorm heads, I thought it would be best to narrow it down to 3. I do apologize if it seems a tad out of character as well.

~

Riddle Rosehearts:

He has probably experienced stranger and weirder things, so they’re probably “normal” in his eyes

He will call them an idiot at some of the things they say (lovingly of course)

I personally would like to think Riddle enjoys the weird thoughts his s/o has. Mainly because they make him realize things he didn’t think of before. Other times however...

“Riddle, if your pink hedgehog bred with your blue one, do you think they’re offspring would be purple?”

He’s surprised his nose doesn’t have a permanent indent from him pinching it so much

That being said, Riddle would probably use his s/o’s honesty to help him improve and to help run the dorm smoother

“how was that?”

“Better. Your aim is a tad scattered. You’re also too stiff.”

He’ll never say it out loud, but the dreamy and airy tone to they’re voice really helps him relax. Especially when his boiling point is pushing itself. They’re voice is so delicate and gentle

S/o unintentionally spills secrets about their private time in front of others

“stop it” Riddle will say as he pushes your face away from his

“But you said you liked it when I kiss you. You didn’t have a problem when I kept- hmph”

When his s/o first went to visit Night Raven and met the other boys, they were very confused on why a student from another magic school was aimlessly roaming the halls with their head in the clouds

“Are you lost?”

“I’m looking for Riddie~”

If his s/o is interested, he’ll more than happily show them the Queen of Hearts rules

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Azul Ashengrotto:

His s/o was friends with the twins before they started officially dating

Initially he was more curious about you and wanted to crack you open, but seeing how you were so honest, he found that you really didn’t hide anything... more like you didn’t NEED too

Twins turn into the biggest wingmen for him

Being at a different magic school, he and his s/o write letters to each other and he will always prioritize their letters before anything else

“Hey Azul, we got more paperwork”

“Uh huh.”

“And a letter from (Y/N)”

“Give it to me now. You can put the rest on my desk.”

Said letters also keep him grounded if he feels himself getting too greedy or if he feels him losing himself with the pressure between being a student, dorm leader, and manager

They make surprise visits to the lounge because they somehow know when he’s about to pop

A cute ritual Azul and his s/o have together is letting his s/o fix and adjust his suit. Azul loves how they make everything look perfect and will sometimes “forget” to do something so that they can fix it

He finds they’re air headedness endearing because he knows you’re really smart underneath it all

They usually have a straight face on and often get lost in thought, so Azul gives them a quick peck on the lips to bring them back down

That being said, his gentlemanly nature makes them smile and he loves it

He can’t keep secrets from them since they find out anyway

“I’m fine”

“No you’re not. You’ve been staring at the same document for the past 30 minutes. Your right hand is clenched around your pen and you’ve loosened your tie a bit.”

They ask him a lot about his home town because they’re so curious about it

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Vil Schoenheit:

“How did you become a couple?”

Vil loves to dress them up, and his s/o wouldn’t mind at all

Vil calling his s/o “Doll” as an endearing nickname

His s/o has probably commented once or twice on his make up when it was too cakey or even if his eyebrows were ever so slightly different. While it irks him, he does take some of it in stride and makes alterations to his make up.

(his s/o smiles whenever he does listen to them)

As strange as they might be, Vil curiously adores his s/o’s choices when it comes to beauty because it’s something only they can pull off

Vil practicing new beauty routines with/on his s/o

At the beginning of the relationship, Vil used to get annoyed by his s/o’s blank stares, but now he just sighs and kisses their temple or forehead

Even as skilled as he is with potions, Vil does occasionally have accidents which lead to some injuries

“Don’t look at them, they’re ugly”

“I think they’re beautiful Vil”

“Why?”

“They’re a part of you”

He’s caught off guard at these words because they were said so honestly and with no hesitation

His s/o occasionally fiddles with his hair and he finds it extremely soothing with the way their fingers brush through his hair effortlessly

the delicacy and airiness in they’re voice makes him melt because he finds it so elegant

[violetngrey]

Scarred! C!Feral boys HCs 2

Helping him with his healing scars

SFW

GN!Reader

Description of injury/blood

Part 1 / Part 2

Karl

One day he just reappeared in the garden with blood splattered all over his clothes and a blank expression after being gone for weeks

The side of his neck was completely wrecked

Whatever it was had skimmed a couple of layers of his skin off at least

Looked like more of a burn than anything

The more you thought about it the more it could of been an explosion

Had taken a good portion of his neck and some of his shoulder with it too

As you took him inside his facial expression never changed

Even as he sat in your heated house under blankets while you went to wash his clothes in the stream he still couldn’t remove the expression of complete horror off of his face

Eventually he completely freaked out not remembering what had happened to him just hours ago

Took you more than a couple hours to completely calm him down

“Don’t leave” “I’m here for you now, I’m always here for you”

That night you went out into the forest to go find his book again as he showered

He always forgot it somewhere around there

When you got back he was confused as to why you’d went through all that trouble for him

“It’s because I love you”

Blushing profusely with a face and neck wound stings more than you would think

Couldn’t sleep on his normal side without being in constant pain

Finally got comfortable when you offered to sleep on your back so he could cuddle into your side

Didn’t want you leaving his sight just in case he disappeared again

You calmed his timetravel anxiety down tremendously

Clung to you in bed for weeks even when it was boiling

Cold compresses on his neck and face as much as possible

Is scared of opening his book to see what he’ll read

Keeps you in sight whenever you both go out together for something

Likes to keep as much physical contact with you in case you do disappear

Holds your hand 24/7 just to go and get supplies

Once asked you if you could shower with him

Obviously you said yes

Helped him with his dressings when they got wet after

The cut took a lot more time than it should of to heal

It was a deep purple/pink for a good couple of months he before it started to turn completely white

The scar tissue was a lot more sensitive than it normally would be

You concluded it was from gunpowder or hot water but it could of been anything

Struggles to wear any sort of fabric on top of it the first two weeks

Doesn’t like the way it rubs against his skin when the healing tissue is on sensitivity overload

Gets frustrated when his shoulder gets stiff a lot more because of lack of movement

He’s scared he’ll lose all of his strength because he isn’t as active anymore and can’t work out or put pressure on his scar just yet

Let’s you place kisses onto it even when it’s a little too sensitive

After it started turning white he started to gain his confidence back

It wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb so much

Could finally put a shirt on fully without it rubbing too much against the scar

Liked to brag that for the whole time he was shirtless it was a ‘show’ for you and you so liked it

You’d play into his jokes dramatically and make him giggle

“Ahhh, I secretly wish you never put a shirt back on” “Of course you do”

Starting only raising his right shoulder instead of both when laughing because it hurt

It eventually stuck as a habit

Gets itching pains on the left side of his throat

You figured out that drinking warm water helps it go away but Karl hates it

“Why did it have to be warm!” “Well do you want a lemon with it?” “Yes, actually”

You eventually asked Ponk for some lemons from his lemon trees and actually got lemon to put in his water

Fidgets with his peeling shoulder a lot even though he knows he shouldn’t touch it

As long as you never left his side he’d always be able to get through it

George

(He doesn’t have any supposed canonical scars or fan theorised ones so we’re going to have to use even more of our imagination for this one)

When you heard George let out a rather loud curse from the forest next to your house you knew something was wrong

He never cursed until something really did piss him off

You quickly took your apron off and fled out of the house and into the wood

To see George on his ass trying to stop blood flowing from his face getting into his clothes

By the time you both got back into the house he’d managed to tell you what happened

A piece of metal had eroded itself out of the grass and he tripped over it onto a rather sharp slab of stone

The stone has cut from the side of his nose all the way into the bottom crease of his eye on his right side

A small but deep cut also crept its way down his right cheekbone too

The fall had also gave him a nose bleed

Was horrified when you said it would probably scar

Didn’t think he’d alter his appearance permanently because he wasn’t watching where he was going

Had gravel indents in his skin for days

Found the stitches okay to handle and did all of his usual jobs the same as he would normally

About a week in, his nose was so unbearably itchy and he managed to reopen the barely closed stitch by scratching it

It brought him to tears the whole time you redid them

Tried to act tough but ultimately didn’t work

“I know it’s hurts George you don’t have to act”

You make sure you give him more hugs than he probably needs

You both have trouble expressing your feelings verbally so you do it out of actions a lot more

You make sure his dressings are always fresh as it’s in an awkward spot on his face

It doesn’t bother him as much as you thought it would

Goes out on adventures with Dream and Sapnap just as often if not more

You make a habit of kissing the other side of his nose as he laughs to take his mind off of the tight skin the scar left behind

The cut bought more attention towards his mismatched eyes

You always loved that about him and adored them

Gets shy when you point them out to compliment them to distract him

Loves you show you his appreciation to putting up with his dumbass self

Bought you roses to say thank you for everything

“I couldn’t of asked for a better partner” “Shouldn’t I be the one buying you roses to get well soon”

Blushes an uneven deep red on his cheeks

Get more occasional nose bleed if something hits his nose at a certain angle

Was more than a little surprised the first time it happened

He blew his nose and rubbed it a little when he was out with Sapnap and Dream and it just started

It went all over the nose before he realised it wasn’t just snot but blood

Somewhere near Snowchester there’ll still be a random patch of blood in the middle of nowhere

Went he got home and told you and laughed it off but it progressively got worse the more the cut healed

Eventually stopped completely when he’d accidentally walked into a door and unblocked something in his nose

Still doesn’t know what it was

“Y/n, do you think it was magic?” “Dumb luck”

Laughs and pouts at your remarks a lot more now

When it’s finally all healed up and gone he gets a bit anxious

It’s only just caught up to him after months that this is what his face’ll look like for the rest of his life

“I like this you better Georgie” “Oh really now?” “It reminds of how stupid you can be sometimes”

Laughs as he chases you around the house

Hates any slabs with the bane of his existence and refused to go anywhere near another one again

This also means the slabs in your garden that he used to love sitting on

Takes him a while to finally sit outside with you without worrying if you’ll trip over

Still acts like it’s going to kill him though

“What do you mean?! They’re evil little things!”

Eye twitches when he’s concentrated resulting in him laughing all the time

Distracts him from getting his work done when out

Thinks its absolutely adorable how you will always love him no matter what he looks like

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If you wanted to know what inspired me to write this;

[scarletaire]

homeland (Chapter 6)

A/N: Here we are at the end! And Cardan isn't quite done surprising Jude just yet.

Fandom: The Folk of the Air

Genre/s: Contains Fluff, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst, Smut

Rating: E

Tags: Post-QON, Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Protective!Cardan, Bewildered!Jude, Jude and Cardan discuss the Undersea, but they get a little Distracted

Description: 

Cardan’s eyes flash open.

“Why?” he repeats, and Jude feels the power shift between them. “Don’t you remember, wife?” he croons. “It was the Undersea who stole you away from me.”

And Jude has only enough time to think, danger, before he lunges at her.

or:

Cardan and Jude work on removing their armor. Taking off this particularly stubborn piece happens in varying states of undress.

Links: Masterlist | AO3

“This is a stupid idea.”

“Have you known me to have any other kind?”

He has her there. Jude tugs at the blindfold around her eyes. “Where are we even going?”

“To the beginning and the end of all this.”

“What does that –” Her voice cuts off as the boat rocks precariously beneath her. “I really don’t like the sound of that.”

“You like very little, Jude, and that is a problem of yours.”

I was stupid enough to like you, she almost says. Instead she asks, “Why did we have to take a boat? More importantly, why are you the one rowing? You’re the king.” The boat rocks again, and Jude finds herself thinking longingly for a ragwort steed. Steady, secure, reliable — or, well, as reliable as Vivi’s magic allowed them to be.

“Crossing the water myself proves a fine reminder of my position to those who yearn otherwise.”

“A power play? That’s what you woke me up so early for? Cardan, there are a thousand more things that need my attention back at the brugh.”

It was still light out when she’d felt lips behind her ear, nuzzling her awake. They had probably been asleep for a mere few hours at most. She’d woken up slowly and sweetly, like dragging a spoon through thick syrup, with Cardan curled around her — arms, legs, and tail — and his mouth soft on her neck. It was such a stark contrast to how she’d woken up the previous night that Jude melted right back into his embrace, her body heavy and worn out in the best way possible.

But then he was pulling away, coaxing her to get dressed, murmuring into her skin that he had something to show her.

Promising that she would like it.

The fae cannot lie, but that last part has yet to come true.

“I’m taking this blindfold off.”

“Jude –”

She can hear the petulance in his voice and that just makes her rip the stupid thing off even faster.

It turns out that “crossing the water himself” doesn’t much include actual rowing on his part. Instead, iridescent, aquamarine scales flash across the surface of the water underneath them, their movement rippling and propelling the boat forward.

Merfolk.

Pulling their vessel on his whim.

A power play, indeed.

Jude raises an eyebrow at him, impressed despite it all. He continues to pout at her and the blindfold in her hand.

Then, something catches in her mind.

“Salt and seafoam…”

“Hm?”

“Your nightmare.” She’s staring at him now, understanding how it fits together but not quite believing it. “You said that when you dove into the sea and couldn’t find me anywhere, it was because there was nothing left of me but ‘salt and seafoam.’”

“Yes.” The word is like water on burning coals.

“You –” The sentence is inconceivable even when she tries to form it in her mouth. “Have you… have you been reading fairytales? Human fairytales?”

He scoffs. “Nothing Faerie about them.”

A yes, then.

“So –” She’s known about him reading Alice in Wonderland and even wondered at the way he had kept the mortal book in his rooms. It boggles her mind like this next thought does. “So…” How does she say this? She has no clever ruse with which to coat her words, and so she gives up and goes for direct. “The Little Mermaid. That’s what caused your nightmare?”

He cuts her a look, like she’s being stupid. “No, Jude, your kidnapping and prolonged torture at the hands of my brother and the Undersea while I waited powerless and unable to help you was the cause of my nightmare. And many more of its kind before it.”

She doesn’t much like how he speaks to her like he’s explaining something to a child, but she holds her sharp tongue and wields her silence against him.

“But fine.” He doesn’t meet her eyes. “Yes. The mortal tale about the moronic mermaid and her wayward prince may have… exacerbated any woes I may have already been carrying. Don’t know why I bothered,” he grumbles under his breath. “I hate stories.”

“No,” she says, thinking of the way he fancies himself a villain even though he hasn’t truly been one in a long time, “you don’t.”

He looks pointedly over her shoulder. “We’re here.”

And Jude turns her head to see where it is that he has brought her this morning.

She has to shield her eyes a little from the amount of sunlight that refracts off the massive stretch of sparkling sand in front of her.

No, not sand. Ash.

She knows where they are.

Insear.

The beginning and the end of all this, he said.

When they disembark, Cardan holds out his hand to guide her from the boat.

She doesn’t need his help.

She takes his hand anyway.

There is still something of last night humming underneath their skin, and so if they lean into each other’s warmth and stumble across the shimmering shores of the Isle of Ash, a little lovedrunk while they walk — well. There is nary a soul to see.

It’s somehow even more beautiful in the daylight. And with Cardan here, the island seems to unfurl even further, coming alive just a little bit more the moment he steps onto the soil. The air turns sweeter the farther inland they go, the blues and ivories and blacks of the native flowers populating everywhere they turn. When Jude looks back at their footfalls upon the ash, she sees little sprigs of myrtle springing up from the indents they leave behind.

“There’s something I want to check on,” she says when they reach the thicker parts of the forest. “I’ll come find you again.”

“As you like.” Cardan’s gaze is caught on something up ahead. “Dally not, wife.”

When Jude returns to the clearing where they had encountered the fallen falcons the previous night, she finds no trace of them save a single, tawny feather in their wake.

A token.

She pockets it with a smile.

That same smile fades far too fast when she comes back to find Cardan reaching out a hand towards a shrub of suspiciously familiar, dark-petaled flowers.

She’s between him and the shrub in seconds, pushing him away a little too violently.

In that moment, she was more seneschal than queen. And in the next, when her fingers tighten around his lapels out of their own accord, she is more wife than seneschal.

“Did you touch it?” Panic raises her voice. “Did you get any of it on you?”

“No. I didn’t recognize the flora –”

“Idiot, that’s probably the flower that poisoned me.” She’s checking his hands, his clothes, for traces of shimmering, black pollen.

“Is it?” He plucks one and raises it to his face before she can stop him.

“Cardan –”

“Peace, Jude. It cannot harm its maker.”

And Jude pauses, because it’s true. This flower, this island and everything on it, is Cardan’s creation. He is the root, and as he has proven last night, he is also the remedy.

A beat passes between them, and then: “Did it really have to take a noxious, mood-altering flower for you to tell me about my brother?”

Jude scowls at the insinuation. “I was going to.” She weighs the next sentence in her head. “It’s just… easier to talk to someone when you don’t give a crap what they think.”

The human word is out of her mouth before she can reel it back in, but Cardan nods.

“Yes, I think I can understand that.”

She watches him twirl the flower in his hand. With his dark hair and eyes and clothes, it is without the shadow of a doubt that he created it, that it sprung forth from him and his magic. It belongs with him; it is him. She can imagine it pinned to his collar, petals of black glitter, an extension of his essence.

“We should inform the Bomb. Tell her that an antidote won’t be necessary.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Cardan grins at her like they are old friends trading a secret joke. “I can think of a few ways that an antidote could be useful.”

And Jude feels a thrill up her spine, because there is something conspiratorial in his voice, like he’s letting her in on his plan, like they are in it together, and maybe she enjoys that more than she thought she ever would. Having a partner.

“Scheming, are you?”

“I learned from the best.”

He is always more than what she thinks he is.

“That flower is connected to you. This whole island is, actually.”

“To us,” he corrects immediately, and she marks the strange note in his voice. “The island is connected to us.”

“Me, by extension,” she concedes. “But you raised this island with your own magic.”

He sighs then, as if a great burden has befallen him. “I suppose it now falls to me to name this flower, doesn’t it?”

“Well, you don’t have to name it now. We can always come back later –”

“Bitterblack,” he pronounces solemnly and somberly, and with a swiftness and surety that couldn’t possibly be borne of extemporization.“This bloom, flourishing upon the Isle of Ash, the land raised from my own bitterness, shall henceforth be known as bitterblack.”

“Um.” Jude blinks at his pomp. “Okay. Raised from your bitterness?”

“The birth of Insear marked the moment I deemed the crimes of the Undersea – against you, and against the crown — unforgivable. It was a bitter heart that sowed the seeds of this land. Perhaps it is only fitting that it was a full one that healed its poisons.”

Cardan casts her a sidelong look. He has a way of almost smiling, like the edge of moonlight peeking through the spidersilk canopy of their bed. A gossamer thing, but the light shines through.

A shame that this island will have to go belong to someone else, when she will forever remember Cardan here with her, looking at her like that.

“You brought me here to show me something.”

“Yes.” And oddly enough, his smile freezes a little. Jude narrows her eyes at it.

He leads her towards another clearing among the birches, tucking the bitterblack behind one pointed ear. There is more space here, and the air is crisp and clean, threaded through with the scent of salt and sunshine. The birches stand tall, but the sun reaches high enough to set the ash dusting the tops of the trees afire with crystal brilliance.

“What is this?”

His tail flicks once behind him. “The solution to the Insear claim.”

“What? Wait. You mean you knew how to resolve it all along? Randalin was right. You have been putting it off.”

“Not putting it off, waiting for the right time.”

“It’s been going on for weeks.”

Cardan shoots her a look. “I was supposed to ask you during the revel.”

The events of the revel — and the way it had ended, with Randalin bleeding in her chokehold — play out in her head. “Oh.”

He waves his hand. “No matter. It wouldn’t be the first time you caused a scene in front of the entire kingdom anyway.”

Jude crosses her arms. “Alright, let’s hear it, then. Tell me now so that we can put this whole thing behind us.”

He hesitates.

“Come on. Explain your solution.”

“This isn’t how I planned for this to go.”

“Planned for this to – Cardan. Just spit it out already.”

“Alright, fine,” he hisses. “I want to build a home with you. Here, on Insear.”

For a long moment, Jude wonders if she heard him right.

“Are you drunk?” Even though he couldn’t possibly be.

“I wish.”

“But the claim –”

“Is ours. Rightfully.” He raises his brow at her. “This island is connected to us, raised by my own magic. Isn’t that what you said?”

She stares at him.

“You know how this works, right?” Exasperation is clear in his voice. “I ask you to make a home with me on a new magical island, and you set yourself upon me, your acquiescence falling delightfully from your lips –”

“I do nothing delightfully, Cardan.”

“Oh, I could make a good argument otherwise.”

The entirety of last night, every sordidly delightful detail, flashes behind her eyes.

She clings to any rational thought she can find. “We already have a castle.” She thinks of the brugh, the entire sprawling mass of it. “A really big one.”

“Yes. And the Palace of Elfhame is the first place the High King and Queen should be. But often, it is also the last. A royal castle is just as much a royal warground.” He gives her a meaningful look. “As you and the rest of my family are well aware.”

Jude swallows. “What are you saying?”

“Our brugh will be the first place we make a home of, as monarchs. But it doesn’t have to be the only one.”

He turns her to face the clearing. His arms come around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as they gaze out into a landscape stolen straight from the pages of a book.

“We could build something. Right here, in this glade. Where we don’t have to worry about anything. Where nothing else can touch us. We’ll close it off. We’ll come whenever we want. No spies, no interruptions, no watching our backs.”

And Jude recognizes the way he is holding her, because it’s the same way he held her in their secret room behind the throne, confessing the truths of his nightmares. “This is about protection.”

She feels him shrug. “A part of it, yes. Mostly I just want us to never be interrupted again. But there is power in protection. Wouldn’t you like that, Jude?”

Her head is swimming, because he’s put ideas into her brain, of waking up to the smell of birchwood and of walking along a glittering, moonlit shore — and they’re wonderful, damn him. If she’s being honest, those ideas came to her the moment she first stepped foot on Insear, like something in her had taken root in its sparkling soil, but she hadn’t let herself linger over them, knowing that the land would soon be treatied away.

But now, it’s like Cardan’s words have opened the floodgates, and her entire being, connected to Insear through his magic – their magic – thrums with the song of I could live here, I could thrive here, I belong here, and she aches with the rightness of it all.

“It’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had,” she admits, and doing so feels like she’s left her flank vulnerable during an open duel. She twists around in his arms quickly, before she can dwell on it. “But let’s get one thing clear.” Her fingers fist into his collar. “This nonsense about my being your weakness, that’s your problem. Not mine. I refuse to be held back by your fears.”

He nods with more gravity than is probably required. “And I could never ask it of you.”

“Then what do you ask of me now?” And because so much has changed between the two of them, because of everything that has led up to this moment, she adds, “What do you ask of me now and forever?”

He cups her face in his hands even as her fingers tighten on his shirt. “That you stay by my side. Through it all.” His mouth crooks self-deprecatingly. “And that you do not begrudge it too much that I miss you when you’re gone. That I worry. That I fear. Not because you are human, but because I hold you in my heart.”

She hates how swiftly her breath leaves her.

“Okay,” she says, more to steady herself than anything else, because this is a lot, and she’s never been good with dealing with a lot of feelings all at once. “Okay. I –”

“The rest of the kingdom belongs to the crown.” He presses closer, as if he can see her weakening. He takes a breath. “This… this could be ours. Just for us.”

“This island is too big for just the two of us.”

“No, Jude.” The look on his face is a little pained. “Us.”

A breath. A slice of time separating this moment into a before and after.

He isn’t talking about just the two of them. He’s talking about –

“Oh,” she breathes. “Us.”

“Only –” He’s scrambling a little now, she can see it. “Only if you want them.”

Them. Plural.

Jude sways a little. She’s not prepared for this. He should’ve warned her or something, because she doesn’t know how many surprises she can take in such a short amount of time.

Cardan is looking at her funny and she realizes she’s been quiet for too long. Something moves at the corner of her vision, and she realizes it’s his tail, flicking back and forth with the nervousness that he doesn’t show on his face.

“I want –” she begins, and he stills immediately, as if he could live or die on the next words that leave her mouth. “Okay. I don’t actually know what I want. I haven’t really had time to think about it. I want to talk about this. I do. And we’ll have to talk about it one day. But today, I don’t know if — if I know how, today.”

“Very well.” He says the words like he’s learning the shape of them on his tongue for the first time.

“It’s not a ‘no,’” she says quickly, before he gets the wrong idea. “It’s a ‘someday.’ Someday, you can ask me about children again. And in the meantime, I’ll think about when I can say yes. Deal?”

He touches her cheek, gentle, too gentle. “Deal.”

And all too late, she remembers the rule that she’s lived by all her life, the rule she’s broken time and time again when it came to this bewildering, beautiful boy that has made a place for himself between the stained-glass shards of her heart — never make a bargain with a faerie — because really, really, he shouldn’t be smiling like that, not like she’s given him the world when she’s barely even agreed to anything.

“Did you really plan a revel just to ask me about all this?”

“Yes. And you ruined it by taking a slice out of the Minister of Keys.”

Jude can’t help it. She throws her head back and laughs. “You’re a disaster.”

He glares, but there is no heat to it. “Only because you render me into one.”

Then something clicks into place. Something Tatterfell said while lacing her up in the dress he designed for her. For the king’s sake.

“Tatterfell knows.”

“She was most knowledgeable in your living preferences. How you like your room. Your furnishings. Your floors. I decided that I might know them, too.” He glances at the open space before them, at the sheer potential of it all. “Just in case.”

“We’ve been married for months. You could have asked me.”

“Would you have taken me seriously?”

She changes the subject, because he has her there. “How long have you been planning this?”

“A while.” Another shrug, less carefree this time. “Almost as long as the nightmares have come to me.”

Something hard glints in his eyes, and Jude recognizes the sharp lines of revenge if only because she has worn it too many times on her own face.

“All of this was as much a scheme,” he admits, “as it was a proposal to you. For to take a land borne of bitterness and remake it into a land of bliss, it would be –”

“The ultimate power play,” Jude finishes for him.

He grins down at her. It is heady, the realization that only she knows the true, full depths of her husband’s wickedness.

“I don’t have a lot of experience with blissful homes.” She feels the sudden urge to make sure he knows this. That he understands. It’s as much of a promise as she knows how to make. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about keeping one.”

“Nor I. We’ll have to learn together. Knowing you, there’ll be plenty of knives involved. But I think it starts,” he says, gathering her closer, “just like this.”

And when Cardan kisses her, Jude is sure that this is what conquerors must feel like. Because for years, she has fought for her place in Faerie, fought and bled and killed to belong somewhere.

And here it is.

Here it is, and she could dream entire worlds in his arms.

But she doesn’t have to. She has a whole world spread out before her already.

It’s a land of magic, raw and untested, ready to be discovered. A land of possibility, of infinite potential, waiting to be shaped by their hands. A land where sunlight grows and wayward falcons find peace. A land where the future blooms in full color, one amongst the thousands of flowers.

And it is theirs.

Their homeland.

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Chapter Visuals:

Myrtle. (Love and partnership, marriage.)

End Links:

Everything: an edit.

His Door. (Cardan POV drabble, post-homeland.)

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End Note:

This fic represents a lot of firsts for me: my first completed multi-chaptered story, my first time (heh again) trying my hand at smut, but most importantly, my first time encountering some of the nicest, most thoughtful people as readers.

If you’ve read and followed this little fic of mine up until the end, let me thank you from the bottom of my heart. It’s been an absolute honor to have readers like you. ❤️ I've learned so much from writing this little fic that could, and I hope to continue to grow as a writer. Thank you for coming along with me on this journey and bringing so much value to the fic writing experience – kudos, comments, and your wonderful insights and all. 

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You know what? Just because you’d be able to talk my ears off with LuckyBoy!AU, I’m gonna keep asking you about it with long asks so I can get long answers (I love reading long answers since they give out so much info and speculation, while leaving room for discussion as well). So let's have a chat through asks so neither of us have anxiety(?) while talking to each other in messages.

Who would be some of the regulars when Ben is working at the cooffe shop? (I also love this au XD) Would Cooper, Rook, Gwen, Max and/or anyone else go at the same time as a group and have a casual conversation with the barista? Would Ben accidently gain confidential information about the Plumbers this way? I wonder if he would be famous between the aliens and humans near Undertown as one of the few humans that's actually chill with every alien regardless of appearances thanks to knowing Gwen with the Omnitrix from before?

I feel like Ben purposefully avoiding Cooper as his vigilante persona would start as a measure to avoid his identity being exposed (I belive it was Cooper who exposed him in UAF, right?), but later would develop into a troll play, waiting for him to finally find him and play a prank there.

Would Ben play pranks on Will Harangue for giving him bad publicity to the humans? I mean, it's not like he can just appear in front of a camera and tell his side of the story, he would be captured instantly, or interrupted at the very least; and he having his own social media wouldn't work too well since he isn't a tech genius and the Plumbers could track him down.

Also, what has Gwen done that they think they need Ben to protect them from her? Like yeah, in OV there's a lot of property damage, but they don't believe they need protection from him (at least I don't think so), so she must've done something big in order for that to happen.

And now an ask that isn't directly related to Ben XD Who would be some of the people leading an investigation against the vigilante, trying to discover his identity as well as species? Like I imagine Rook would be more of an addon to said investigation, being on the lookout but not actively investigating everything that Ben has been involved with, and Gwen has a lot on her plate, so let's not let her join said investigation.

Oh oh oh, I just thought about it, if Ben could be considered an Anodite in this AU, what happened when Verdona appeared in that one episode of AF? Did she manage to find Ben in the first place and almost but not quite take him away? Does the rest of the family know he's an Anodite and what are their thoughts about it? If they don't then how would Ben explain some of the magic things that he does and someone witness?

Ohohoh, buttering me up are ya? Well you're in for a brain dump.

Ok, first I gotta say: The alien cafe is separate to the plumbers (the plumbers have their on cafeteria, but like to indulge in other food sometimes, and non-instant coffee.)

So I was thinking, one of Ben's regular coworkers is Alan Albright. Reason for this is because Alan is not allowed to go on missions often. He's too young. I mean I know they definitely have child soldiers in OS- buuuut Max's influence has put a stop to that. He's seen how it affected Gwen. So, Alan is put on easy patrols in low crime area, in the city.

Alan, however wants in on the action, so Max had suggested the cafe. Ben and Alan have a very brotherly bond, and Ben (outside of his vigilante life) has been swaying Alan's opinion on both, the plumbers and his alter ego.

Manny, Alan, Helen and Cooper- When not busying himself with the tech lounge- (sorry, Pierce is still dead in this), will often come by the cafe, they sit in a booth and discuss things. Most occasions Ben is invited to sit with them.

When Gwen pops by their interactions are brief, Ben would try to tease her about anything and everything under the sun. "See Kevin lately?" "Oh, got beat by the walking glow stick again, huh?" "Geez, another jail break? 3rd time this week!"

Normally he gets a fiery reaction and a nasty retort.

Of course Ben would take every opportunity he can to get info. At first it wasn't intentional, he'd just eaves drop on a few conversations that interested him. As time goes by though, he's found that a lot of people, plumber, criminal and just outer space travelers, are more than happy to unload some gossip. Ben is very much delighted by that.

He's not exactly famous, he's well known for being a friendly person, yes. But not all throughout Undertown.

ain't cooper the blond dude with some kinda telekenetic power that ended up turning into an almost Kevin duplicate? (i'll fix that) NGL I forgot he grew up in UAF.

Pretty sure the one that exposed Ben was the nerd who was voiced by the VA of Robin (TeenTitans/Go). Now that you bring it up though, that guy... Jimmy, is someone to be avoided, cause he's a snoopy guy. Who also hangs out at the cafe a lot to get details. Always ends up harassing Ben cause he knows Ben has all the juicy gossip.

And yeah Ben would totally take advantage of it to mess with the poor kid.

Definitely. Ben would mess with Will Harangue as much as possible. Especially when he goes live. Ben won't confront him personally, or do anything that could possibly reveal his indentity. He's got a lot of unique mannerisms that his family could quickly pick up on, there's also his voice, although muffled by the mask, if it's recorded enough- it's another identifier.

So that leaves Ben with his sticker trail. They're very bright, almost blinding, so Ben's stickers are an annoying inconvenience. He could also use a weak spell that causes it's victims to yawn/sneeze. Maybe he'll hang in the background briefly and wave. Just some of things he does to get under Harangue's skin basically.

Gwen:

So, you picked up on what I've hinted at. Good.

Before I go into Gwen, I'll say this: The plumbers are stationed on Earth to protect humanity. That means the aliens who have immigrated are less of a priority. That doesn't mean that they're completely unsafe, the plumbers still patrol Undertown and look after the people- just less so.

Aliens that leave Undertown especially- Normally they're ushered back by a few Plumbers standing guard- those that pose a threat or seem to pose a threat are dealt with by the plumbers. Which isn't too bad, just a slap on the back, a fine, maybe jail time.

Unless you run into Gwen. Who is much more intimidating, much more brutish, she won't exactly hold back. So- she hasn't got the best rep with Undertown. She's still a hero. Known throughout the universe. Just not a kind one.

On several occassions, Ben(vigilante) has had to step in to get her to back down from dealing with criminals.

The plumbers don't have a lot to go on with the investigating. Ben doesn't leave any DNA trails, cause anodites have no DNA. No hair strands, no finger prints, no blood. Even his stickers. They got nothing, nada.

That doesn't mean it's completely hopeless. A clean hit to Ben has on more than one occasion shocked him out of his anodite form, reverting him back to human (which is why he has the glasses and face mask, as a just incase scenario.) Sometimes even spooking/shocking him can make him human again. If his focus is messed with he's human, kinda deal.

So the plumbers are aware of this. They do their best to be as violent and destructive when they see Ben. They're attempts usually fail unless they have someone competent enough with them, Ie; Gwen, Rook.

Villains are also aware of this. So risky buiz am I right?

In regards to Verdona; honestly, I feel like having her know about Ben's existence as an anodite would kinda nerf this whole thing completely. Verdona, I bet, would be a massive gossip. Although her contact with Max is limited, he'd hear about it eventually. Game over. There's also Sunny, who would take advantage of this information and spread it across the universe.

So instead maybe Verdona pays a visit later rather than now.

She'd also be less inclined to take Ben back home, I like how Verdona is indifferent to Ben but loves Gwen, I wanna keep that aspect.

To explain any magic happenings that his family or friends have spotted, he just says he's practicing to be an illusionist. Or he broke a glow stick, or his has glitter in his pocket. (He always has something retaining to magenta hidden up his sleeve.)

Hopefully that got all your questions answered for now!

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This is chapter three, to read chapters one and two on Tumblr click here. To read on A03 click here. 

Scully woke up in his arms.

For a moment, she experienced the brief confusion of a person who hadn’t been held in years; not like this, at least. That confusion melted into contentment when she saw Mulder, breathing gently next to her.

She watched him sleeping, studying his face. It was drawn up into a slightly thoughtful look, as if he were in the middle of a dream; his eyelids fluttering, his lips slightly parted. There was a tiny pi symbol indented into the skin between his eyebrows giving him that look he had on days when he was particularly exasperated with her.

He really was beautiful. It wasn’t that she hadn’t properly acknowledged it before; she’d just never felt like she had the right to. Any pretense they’d maintained over the past few years that they were strictly friendly, strictly professional, all of that had flown out the window last night. She was happy to look, to admire. Surely she’d earned it.

Vivid flashbacks coursed through her mind: the way he’d clung to her desperately when she threw her head back and moaned, his plump lips pressed against her breasts, catching her sweat. How he’d brought her to climax more skillfully and diligently than she’d ever imagined he could (twice). How he’d cried out her name when he came inside her.

How much she’d needed all of it.

It was still dark outside, but from the look of the clock on his nightstand it wouldn’t be for long. He hadn’t stirred, and she had an overwhelming desire for coffee, so she slipped out of his arms and crept into his kitchen.

The last time she’d stayed overnight at his place was only a few nights ago, after his mother had died. The coffee mug she’d used that morning was still sitting on the counter, a half inch of cold coffee and its own developing ecosystem inside, right next to Mulder’s. Typically she’d be annoyed with herself for leaving it, but they’d left in a hurry that morning, for obvious reasons.

She prepared the coffee and as she waited for it to perk, she washed and dried the mugs. Mulder had no creamer, or milk, even, at least none that hadn't expired. She had no idea where he kept the sugar and was afraid poking around his kitchen would wake him, so she drank it black.

It was bitter, and as it went down her throat, for the first time since she’d awakened a terrifying thought entered her mind.

What have we done?

***

“Hey,” came Scully’s voice as she gently nudged him. “I’m sorry to wake you, but… I have to go home.”

Mulder blinked as the world came into focus. He felt foggy, untethered. He didn’t think he’d slept so hard in his entire life and he was pretty sure finally getting laid by Dana Scully was the primary culprit.

She was sitting next to him on the edge of the bed, fully clothed. He was naked beneath his sheet and felt a bit vulnerable.

“Um.” He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Okay.”

“I made coffee,” she offered, setting his mug down on the nightstand.

“Thanks,” he said gently. Why was she leaving? Something felt wrong. “Is everything… all right?”

She smiled. “Everything is fine, I just have to go home. I have some stuff to do this weekend.”

He looked her in the eye and knew this was a classic Scully retreat. She always threw in the towel too early, before things could get real, before things could shake her. She was a master at it, and apparently even life-altering sex was no match for her skills.

He wanted to say something, to make her stay, to figure out a way to talk about all of this, but he couldn’t think of how.

“Okay.” It seemed to be the only word his mouth could form lately.

She smiled and looked down at him tenderly. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “Last night was…” he searched for a word that could properly encapsulate how transcendent last night had been for him. That word didn’t exist, so he couldn’t say it.

“Propitious?” she offered.

“I was going to say something more along the lines of... hot as fuck,” he laughed. She blushed, blushed, for god’s sake, he’d been buried inside her a few hours ago, and when she leaned down to kiss him goodbye he knew he was done for.

This was it, him and Scully, it had finally happened. He’d known for years there could never be another, not for him, which is precisely why he’d avoided this very scenario for so long. It had to be her decision, her push forward, and when she’d finally made it last night he felt as if his life had begun anew. Their timing had finally, finally been perfect.

So why did she have to go?

She pulled back and ruffled his hair in that way she did, only now instead of a friendly gesture on her part, he could almost pretend it was love.

“Can I call you later?” he asked, feeling stupid. He never asked to call Scully, he called whenever he wanted to, day or night. And she always answered. Everything felt different now.

“Yes, of course you can.”

She still sounded a bit off, a bit awkward. He felt resigned: of course things would be awkward. Of course this wouldn’t just magically be perfect. They’d been friends for so long and now this seismic event had occurred. Their worlds would be forever different, no matter how they decided to move forward.

She got up and began to exit his bedroom, and he knew this was one of the times he should definitely not follow her. But he didn’t want her to leave on an uncertain note.

“Hey Scully.”

She turned. “Yeah?”

He smiled, in what he hoped was a reassuring way. “I’m really happy you came over last night.”

She fingered the door frame in a nervous way, but her smile was the same Scully smile that made his heart melt every time. A sense of relief, however small, settled upon him.

“I am too, Mulder.” She walked out of his view and he heard the door open and close.

He believed her. He had to.

***

Mulder didn’t call that day, nor did he the day after.

Scully wasn’t surprised. It was their usual method of dealing with things, and although her ability to waltz around a heated moment with grace and come out of it unscathed was unmatched, Mulder certainly gave her a run for her money. Together, they were quite the pair.

The sex had been amazing, dare she say perfect? It all felt so right, almost fated. She didn’t regret what had happened, not at all. But she did feel like she’d been careless, perhaps, even irresponsible. Mulder had just been through such a trauma and maybe she’d taken advantage. It hadn’t occurred to her in the moment, even when she realized she finally wanted to do this: the possible ramifications of their actions and the effect it might have on his state of mind.

He’d seemed content enough when she’d left that morning, but her concern for him was real. It was strange that he hadn’t called her all weekend. She could only hope that things wouldn’t be terribly awkward when they saw each other again.

On Monday she showed up at work earlier than usual, anticipating seeing him but dreading it at the same time. She wanted to be there first, but she had absolutely no plan for what to do when he showed up. For all the times she’d imagined moving forward with him romantically, she’d never really anticipated how they would move forward as partners afterwards.

Could they, even? Had they started something that would put an end to the X-Files as they knew it?

She heard the elevator arriving, dinging, his familiar steps echoing closer. Everything felt like it was moving in slow-motion. She’d left the door open, perhaps a subconscious signal that she intended to let him decide what their next move would be.

He appeared in the doorway holding a cup of coffee and a sheepish grin. “I come in peace,” he said, with a high-pitched alien affect.

She smiled, wanting to put him at ease. Taking the coffee from him with a thanks, she sipped it. It was prepared perfectly, exactly the way she liked it.

They just stared at each other for several seconds, and it was hard to look at his mouth and not want to kiss it.

“So,” she said, setting the coffee on the desk behind her.

“So.”

“You didn’t call.”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to,” he admitted.

She looked at him from beneath hooded eyelids. “I wanted you to.”

The sexual tension in the air around them had always existed, but it was even worse now because it was rife with expectation. They’d done it before. They could do it again. And again.

Suddenly he was charging forward, and his lips were on hers once again, a hand in her hair, the other on her waist. It wasn’t a soft kiss, or a sweet one; it was insatiable hunger, and she felt it, too. She opened her mouth to let him in and he pressed her back into his desk as they devoured each other.

Well, she thought, I guess this is how it’s going to be now.  

His hand drifted to the bottom of her blouse, and he slowly began to untuck it from her skirt. His fingers spread across the soft skin of her stomach, up to her ribcage. She felt a familiar heat between her thighs that meant this was leading somewhere it couldn’t, not here or now, so she put her hands on his chest and gently broke their kiss. His eyes were full of lust, and she knew they had to stop but by God, she wanted nothing more than to find a supply closet or a bathroom stall to continue scratching their seven year itch. Every minute of every day was going to feel like this, now. The professional, ambitious part of her hated that.

“Not here, okay?” she told him, shaking her head with a smile.

He physically took a step backwards from her, appearing almost dizzy. She was in charge here, and they both knew it. He nodded his acquiescence. “Okay.”

“Look,” she said, knowing she’d probably confused him the other day. “I’m sorry I bailed on you like that the other morning.”

His eyes widened, perhaps in utter shock she would actually address what happened. Maybe they really were turning over a new leaf. “Yeah... I wondered what that was about.”

“It was just… a lot to take in.”

He nodded proudly. “Thank you,” he said, not missing a beat.

“Shut up, Mulder,” she said with a playful glint in her eye. “You know what I mean.”

“I do know,” he said, laughing, and he stepped forward, taking her by the upper arms, rubbing them a bit. “And you’re right, it is a lot. But I think we can handle it.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“We’ve handled a lot before, Scully,” he reasoned. “This should be a piece of cake.”

She nodded and gave him a small peck on the lips. She then moved around his desk and sat in his chair, folding her arms on the desk in front of her. He stepped back and leaned against the doorframe, shifting a bit, trying to adjust himself. She looked at the bulge in his pants, the bulge she’d naturally noticed many times before, but this time he was showing a bit more than was work-appropriate.

He saw her staring. “Just give me a minute, okay?” he said, putting a hand up.

She looked away, grinning, shuffling through the files on his desk. She pulled one out, read it over. “What’s this?” She held it up. “A werewolf, Mulder? Really?”

He stepped up to the desk, leaning forward in a melodramatic show of reading what he’d surely written himself. “Oh yeah,” he said playfully. “Skinner approved that one much quicker than I thought he would.”

“Six sightings of an unidentified assailant in the past sixty days,” she read. “And you think it’s a werewolf?”

“Each sighting occurred on a night where there was a full moon, and every victim that survived was unable to give an accurate description of their attacker,” Mulder explained.

“Well, then, I apologize. Of course it’s a werewolf.”

“...Until this most recent victim,” Mulder finished, tapping his finger against the file in emphasis. “He described a tall creature covered in fur with glowing red eyes. Which is exactly what we’re going to be looking for.”

Scully looked at him, of course, skeptically. “Skinner approved this? Travel expenses to Los Angeles? For a werewolf?”

“Stop saying ‘werewolf’ like that, Scully,” he said. “You’re going to give me a complex.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” she interrupted, rolling her eyes. She sighed and put her hand to her temple. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he grinned. “You don’t want to go werewolf hunting with me? Sneak around in the dark? Maybe make out a little under the full moon?”

She narrowed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head. Her feelings for werewolves were certainly lukewarm, but her feelings for him were getting stronger by the hour. Besides, it might be nice to chase something that didn't involve Mulder's demons.

"Okay. But not while we're working, Mulder," she warned him. He put his hands up in resignation and gave her that look, the one that meant he was listening to her, but not really. The one that meant he might run off to the Bermuda Triangle or jump onto a moving train in spite of her protestations.

"I am at your disposal, Agent Scully," he grinned. And she knew he was. She only hoped she could exercise the restraint she'd been miraculously brandishing for seven years.

Maybe he was right. It could be fun. "All right," she agreed. "Let's go catch a werewolf."

A couple of hours later, they were headed to Los Angeles.

to be continued...

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New Island: FMK Island

This island was written by Mist-mun!

@cagedlepidoptera | @piccola-cara | @lest-i-forget | @carosellocafe  

(FMK as in Flirt, Marry, Kill-- it’s SFW here, folks. ♡ )

After sailing along on a bright and sunny day, your ship stumbles upon a small, heart-shaped island. While the island itself is rather small, there is a rather wide sandbar surrounding it. There is no dock, and you will have to wade through the shallow waters of this sandbar in order to reach the island.

When you do reach it, although there will be some bushes and even a few trees on the island, voyagers will find it mostly pare and grassy. The only notable feature here lies right in the center of the island. A large, 10x10 foot metal platform will be sticking out of the grass, no thicker than an inch or two above the dirt.

> I’m gonna stand on it!

> Seems like a trap…

After all voyagers stand on the platform, it will begin lowering into the ground. It will sink down slowly through a short metallic tunnel, before lowering into a room roughly 50 feet in all dimensions. Towards one edge of the room, there is a metal door. The red outline of a rectangle pattern outlined on the floor before it. On the opposite side of the room, a red outline of a square roughly ⅓ the size of the other rectangle is on the floor. On one of the walls, the words “Flirt! Marry! Kill!” are written in large curly font. 

The word “Kill” is written in pink, and in a font four times as big as the other two words, which are written in black. There also appears to be a stone tablet embedded into the wall under the words, just a few inches off the floor.

When the platform finally touches the floor, a panel will slide over the tunnel in the ceiling, barring any sort of exit. Voyagers will be unable to force open the metal door as well. It seems the only way out is to follow the instructions on the tablet.

The tablet’s instructions are rather simple. You are to play a game of Flirt, Marry, Kill. This room features the ‘kill’ portion. All voyagers must vote one person to kill. The person who has been “killed” must stand or otherwise be put in the red square, while all others stand in the rectangle.

Once all voyagers are in their proper locations, a trap door will open up under the feet of the voyager in the red square, and they will fall through. Other voyagers will be too far away to possibly reach them in time. There will be a horrific crunching sound, and the trap door will close up, unable to be opened again. The metal door will now open.

> The “Killed” Voyager

You will fall through the trap door. There will be a crunching sound, but although you have stopped falling, you feel no pain. The trap door closes above you, and candles light all around you. Just as you realize you’re hovering about a foot or two above the ground, gravity will begin to affect you again, and you’ll fall the rest of the way to the floor.

In this room, there is a stone archway that seems to lead down a long dark path, lit by the occasional candle. There will also be semi-transparent hooded figures standing in the room. The figures will explain that you are free to leave the game now. You weren’t killed- but the voyagers above don’t know that. If you wish to seek revenge on them, you’re free to take your boat and leave now, stranding them here. With that, the hooded figures will giggle and vanish.

If the voyager is observant, they may notice suspicious markings in the walls as they pass by. When they finally reach the end of the tunnel, there will be instructions written above a strange marking.

“Tap the marking three times, and say ‘open’.”

If the voyager does this, a panel will open up above them. Sand will come pouring in from above, as the door was originally hidden beneath sand. At this point, the voyager may choose to return to the ship- even leaving their fellow voyagers, if they so wish.

If the voyager wishes to return to other marks instead, they will find that performing a similar process will open up doorways into various rooms. One of them even has a bunch of security cameras, where you can see what is happening to your fellow voyagers. At any point, assuming you find the right door to open up a hidden panel, you can now wander into any room and interrupt the proceedings of whatever is happening there, saving your fellow voyagers from… whatever is going on here.

> The “Surviving” Voyagers

Walking into the next room, this time, the words “Flirt” and “Marry” will be written in pink large font. There are three circle outlines drawn on three walls- a blue, red, and yellow. Within these circles are two circular indents. Written above the first indent is the word “Flirt”, and written above the second is “Marry”. Below each circle, on the floor, are two round stone balls, which fit perfectly into the indents. In front of the yellow circle is a blue and red ball, in front of the red circle is a yellow and blue ball, and in front of the blue circle is a red and yellow ball.

There is a stone tablet in this room as well. The instructions explain that each person will stand in front of a circle, and use the balls to vote on who they want to “Flirt” with and who they want to “Marry”.

If when everyone finishes voting, there are two matches- one on “flirt” and one on “marry”, those will be used. If there is only one match on either “flirt” or “marry”, then for the remaining match, the person who did not match up with anybody gets their choice of person. If there are no matches, the pairings will be randomized (note: the pairing for “flirt” and “marry” cannot be the same two people.)

When the voting is finished, a trap door will open under everyone’s feet, and everyone will fall into what is essentially an enclosed slide. The slide will spit out the match for “flirt” into the same room first, while the remaining person for the “marry” pair will be spit out into a different room.

> The Marriage Room

The odd person out will be spit into a pitch black room. Immediately, they will feel hands on them, tugging and pulling at them and their clothes, yanking some sort of fabric over their body. Eventually, the hands will stop, and lights will come on. The person in question will look down, and find themselves in a wedding dress. Two hooded figures will appear, and tell you it’s time to prepare for your wedding. Come, get your makeup done, and help pick out the decorations. Pick out the flowers and choose what kind of rings you want to wear.

Sure, it’s all legally binding. But it’s the only way to leave.

>The Flirt Room

The two voyagers paired together for “flirting” slide into the room. A panel closes up over the slide immediately after spitting them out. This room is rather unlike the other rooms before it. It is dimly lit, with a plush carpet and red wallpaper. There a table set up for a romantic meal for two, with a lit candle providing the only source of light in the room. There is a comfortable looking couch, and even a bed, complete with an oak bed canopy and silky red sheets.

As one might suspect, the people in this room must flirt. A certain level of “flirtation” is required before a panel in the wall will open up, revealing a pitch-black hallway. (If only flirting, neither participant must feel as though they were snubbed or holding back on the charm).

Once entering into the darkness, the panel will close behind you, and you will feel hands on you, pulling at your clothes and hair, and pulling something onto you. When the lights come on, you’ll find yourself standing in front of an alter in the chapel. The person chosen for “marry” will be standing in the position of the groom, wearing a tuxedo. The other person will be wearing either a tuxedo or a bridesmaid dress, and will be standing a bit off to the side. Music will swell, and looking down the hall, you will see the “bride” coming down the aisle.

> The “Bride”

After all the wedding decorations have been picked out, you will be ushered in front of a set of doors. The veil will be pulled over your face by one of the hooded figures, and, just as the music swells, the door will open and you will walk through- or else, you’ll be pushed.

> The Wedding Ceremony

Without any sort of intervention from outside helping with your miraculous escape, there is no easy way for voyagers to escape without the “marry” couple completing the ceremony and saying “I do”. They will also be forced to sign a contract- which will be magically sent off to the Pelago Islands government. Yep, you’re really married!

> Leaving

If all goes off without a hitch, the hooded figures will guide you to a secret panel and let you leave. What did they even want in the first place? What a bunch of weirdos.

If voyagers are able to escape with the “killed” voyager’s help, it will be a mad dash to the boat. Who knows what these guys will do to you if they catch you and drag you back to play more games.

[the-stories-in-my-head-95]

Don’t Forget to Remember

Steve Rogers x Reader x Tony Stark

Summary- To save the Avengers from a threat that they don’t remember, the reader erases herself from their memories using the memory charm Obliviate. But it doesn’t get rid of everything. Will the loves of her life remember her?

Message- Kind of a harry potter crossover. I wrote this when i was tired so it’s not great, and some parts are a little ramblely!  Sorry if this sucks.        

Word Count- 1283

“Does anyone know whose shoe this is?” Tony asks as he walks into the common area. “I found it under me and Steve’s bed and it’s definitely not our style. Nat?”

“No, not my size.” Natasha says, as she inspects the shoe.

“Weird.” Steve says. The shoe looked oddly familiar, it was well worn, part of a favorite pair perhaps. It was after that day Steve had started noticing that something was off, almost like he was missing a piece to a puzzle. Like how there was a third indent in his and Tony’s bed, and why were there three sinks in their bathroom? There was an extra chair at the dining table and he kept finding little things that didn’t belong to anyone on the team. Then there were the dreams, they were fantastical and amazing. There was a woman in them, he never saw her face, but he felt as though he knew her somehow.

She was a witch- he knew that much from the wand she used. This dream woman had been with the Avengers from the beginning. She was strong, courageous, and powerful. She had been fun and playful as well, she had pulled jokes on him and Tony to. Those dreams were always funny.

Some of the dreams were different from the funny and sweet ones. These dreams involved the woman, Tony and himself falling into bed together, sometimes there were giggles and other times there were moans of pleasure. He always needed a cold shower after waking up from those dreams.

He became almost obsessed with these dreams, no longer did he fear sleep like he once had, every night he got a new piece of information about her, like last night, he had learned her name.

“ACCIO screwdriver!” She had laughed, then the screwdriver had disappeared from Tony’s hand and landed in hers.

“Y/N! Give it back!” Tony had huffed as you and Steve giggled.

“Y/N!” Steve screamed as he jolted awake. His girlfriend, how could he forget! Now that he remembered your name, he remembered everything about you. How you, Tony and him had fallen in love after the Battle in New York. You had shown them a hidden world filled with magic and secrets. You must have altered everyone’s memories somehow. But why?

“What was that, Babe?” Tony murmurs as he rolls over to look at Steve.

“Nothing, Darling, go back to sleep. It was just a nightmare.” Steve whispers as he pulls Tony closer to him. Where you-where you dead? Is that why no one remembered you? Was it a last mercy you had bequeathed on the team? Steve becomes even more obsessed with remembering.

It takes a month for him to remember all of it. You had told him about the how your second-cousin had fought the Dark Lord years ago, but he was coming back, stronger than before. You had been afraid, but he never thought you would do something so drastic. The memory of you erasing yourself from his memory was foggy, you had kissed him and Tony and then you had taken out you wand. He remembers that you had been crying and bloody. There had been an attack, but he couldn’t remember from what. He had been trying to remember as he walked into the common room, there he found the rest of the team sitting with each other.

“Steve. We need to talk.” Clint says.

“What is this?” Steve asks.

“An intervention- kind of.” Bruce answers, and Steve just gives them all a confused look.

“You’ve been sleeping so much a-and obsessing over something. But you won’t tell us what. Are you having nightmares again?” Tony asks quietly.

“No it’s not like that! You all just don’t remember!” Steve says.

“Remember what?” Tony asks.

“Y/N! Our girlfriend!” Steve says frantically.

“Our girlfriend?” Tony murmurs and Steve nods.

“She was a founding member of the Avengers! Fury recruited her! She’s a witch, a-and we fell in love with her.” Steve says.

“Steve, I think we would know if there was another member of this team.” Nat says and Steve just kind of deflates.

But something amazing happened that night, they all dreamed of you and the next morning they began to search for you. It was hard and basically nothing came of it after several months of no results the team had resigned themselves to never knowing what became of you. But Tony and Steve never stopped looking for their love.

***

(Y/N’s POV)

You had helped defeat Voldemort-hopefully the third times the charm- and now you were back in your home county and currently standing outside of your home- Stark Tower.

“Hey, guy, I know it’s been awhile. Oh you don’t remember me? I can explain that, you see I-I’m a witch and I erased myself from your minds! Oh why did I do that? To protect you.” You ramble to yourself. “I’m crazy, this is crazy!” You say and then you take a deep breath and let yourself into the Tower. You take the elevator up to the common floor. The doors open and you step out, as you do you hear a glass shatter.

“Y/N?” Steve murmurs.

“You know who I am?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Is all Steve says, then he runs to you and pulls you into a hug, lifting you off the floor. You both start to sob. “I missed you so much!”

“The others-Tony- Do they remember me?” You ask.

“They didn’t at first, but I-I got them to remember you.” Steve murmurs after he kisses your head. “What happened the day you left? I can’t remember, none of us can.”

“Voldemort’s followers found me- found us- they attacked, I-I was able to fight them off, but I realized I needed to leave until it was safe again. But I knew you wouldn’t let me or at least let me go on my own so-.” You explain.

“You made us forget you.” Tony whispers from the doorframe across the room.

“Tony!” You sob, as he walks quickly across the room, he puts his arms around both you and Steve.

“You left!” Tony accesses.

“I’m sorry.”

“You made us forget you!” Tony says.

“I’m sorry!”

“And it didn’t even work!” Tony huffs.

“I’m glad.” You murmur. “I love you both so much! It broke my heart to leave the two of you, a-and the rest of the team! But I was needed a-and it wasn’t safe for you all. Magic is a dangerous thing!”

“Everything is okay now though right?” Steve asks.

“Yes, we defeated Voldemort. Hopefully he stays gone this time.” You sigh, both of your boyfriends nod.

“You look tired, let’s go to bed.” Steve says, as he scoops you up into his arms.

“I haven’t slept a full night since I left.” You confess.

“You’ll tell us everything once you wake up.” Tony demands and you nod. “And restore our memories.” You nod again.

“I love you both so much.” You murmur as Steve puts you on the bed.

“We love you too.” Steve whispers, as he lays down next to you.

“Yeah, there’s no getting rid of us. Even if you erase our memory we’ll remember you and find you.” Tony teasingly threatens, as he lays on the other side of you. You pull Tony in for a quick kiss before doing the same to Steve.

“I missed you both, I regretted what I did almost immediately after I did it.” You slur in exhaustion.

“Shhh, you can tell us when you wake up.” Tony murmurs.

“Mmmm, I dreamed of you when I was away.” You whisper.

“We dreamed of you too, Doll.” Steve hums as you drift off.

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[grodymag]

Hic Incipit Pestis

by Lee Levinson

I.

A couple sits back to back straddling a chaise longue. Both are masked in their opposites soiled underwear, feet soaking in a miniature trash receptacle filled with beans, utensils taped to their genitals haphazardly, duct tape sutured to their public hair, a four-sided pyramid of eggs balance atop both of their heads threatening to topple. 

The Fugs' Kill For Peace plays from a speaker off in a corner somewhere, the song starts from the beginning each time one of the couple opens their mouth to speak. Man: Alexa sit and spin. Another domestic terrorist I've cajoled into my own personal prison pit by shaving the leather of my pocketbook with a wooden spoon. Too soon to speak, sayeth the marble mouthed.  Woman: Lady in red shirt drinking red drink.  Man: The Lovers which we reenact so thoughtlessly with bowels full have done more for clogging the toilet than our diets, wouldn't ya say so dear?  Woman: Nil to you and thoughts.  Man: Nil reign high above our mattress same as I.  Woman: The windows birthed more milk in the night, they’re whores for the sun, pamplemousse pedantries framing the most dangerous pederast to devote himself to anti-natalism. Your mother's bear trap would be proud of you for mapping my horoscope across the only god you allow a throne in this hedonistic so-called home.  Man: Hic Incipit Pestis! Woman regains her posture as the sun shines through the window allowing a forlorn opening. II. The couple has disjointed themselves within their living space, each in their own respective space, monologuing nonsensical absurdities to their preferential obsidian voyeurs. Woman waxing gregarious amongst a wooden enclave encased in mirrors surrounded by her perfunctory jaw in mobius, man half-hanging out the window with his mouth in a perpetual state of amazement/sheer terror as he addresses the deaf upstairs.  Woman: In defense of all dead houseplants, I hollow my non-existent womb to make room for abscess to take hold. The day at hand presents too much opportunity to acknowledge, my waste accounts for the mass of the hours. He doesn't dare call me Betty to my face for I'd charge my magic wand to the tune of destruction by way of nerve damage. Ah, but all forays into my deep space subcutaneous bomb shelter is shyed in respect to my abuser, that is to say he grants me reproach in every aspect of the word victim. The violence which spans the distance between sexes consists of nothing more than indifference, extending itself in tears of the latter over any actual action. Don't acknowledge a teardrop in the least, it's nothing but a waste product sent from within, not personal, not worthy of your undoing, not cognizant of any audience. My serotonin comes equipped with a grilled cheese sandwich, would you care for a bite of ooey gooey goodness? The alter dancing in the light of tuna can cum converted candles bequeaths this fleshen mortar I dare delay in immolation. With a stage set in permanence, all that’s needed for some good fun is the maze I starve daily.  The last man who compared me to a praying mantis in the sack ended up with more head than he started with. Listen here, my orgasms are all outdated. They reach as far back as my kegels allow before cramping takes its toll. Without the suicide of fluids backing up into their cubby holes, I’d burst the skylight with enough blockade to herald in another 40 years of darkness.  Man: I drink my weights worth in afterthought, humble each street corner with my presence. Can she ever even culminate our puss into something more effective than a blasting of the mirror? Take stock in the knife’s indent in my pointer finger for there will come a day when the callus stands tall amidst the scar tissue. I’ve come to known self love in a greater context of stains, with the irreverent fortitude of a voyeur permanently residing in vacationland. Let us minus all our hang ups over the human genome and get down to the nitty gritty, that is I mean to taunt the bear on my backside furrowing over the fur which shields my mainstay wound. Dance my bunnies dance, for copulation never saved a soul in this lighted world we don laughter. Murder sings so sweetly, the soul regains it’s actuality in flesh. Take for granted all which offers itself to your knees, as geneflucting with fervor is the simplest way to pearly indoctrination. Death, now that is a reality I can get behind flicking the clicker at in boredom.  Woman:  Ah men, all equitable with dangers Dante’d over a spin cycle. The brevity of a simpler time taking place between the philtrum and the gaping hole called a mouth longs for a stretch of desert incapable of perpetrating. Man: Hey, a little bit of miscarriage goes a long way as my grandmother used to say.  I will immortalize her in the pages of my afterthought. The cow to sow in retrograde seems more blood related to a hangnail than the eunuch flaunted publicly. Whoops my apologies, does daddy excuse himself for partitioning a soul patch to drag in tow with his terrible moustache. Aaah yes that's correct, a check from birth aims its naughts amidst the blues.  Woman: Har har har, substance abuse proceeds all. Growing fatty tissue quicker than the belly bombarding the room he saunters in solipsis. What's the hangup he's got with perpetration? Talk replaces anything he promises nightly with the sun in tow.  Come now, he's promised me crimson, there's a lot of land lickers holding onto a word like Christ cancelled Christmas.  III. Rent is due. Lee Levinson tweets @schlock_jaw and is looking for an enemy. 

[callumreyesfutureworks2]

XB2002 Blog

For assignment one I decided that i would make a telescope. The idea of modelling a telescope came to me due to my interest in pirates and the lore and myths surround them. Telescopes are something often associated with pirates and so I decided to make one. However once I began my research I started to like the appearance of old fixed, mechanical, telescopes. My initial idea of a pirate themed telescope changed to creating one of the mechanical telescopes.

I felt that their silhouettes were more interesting and I wanted the challenge of trying to produce one with the limited polys I had available.

Creating the model

I started to create the model by first creating a cylinder . I then used extrudes and edge loops to generate the shape of the telescope.

Looking at images from my research I liked the appearance of the extra lens that was present on top of the main telescope in some of the examples. I decided I would incopporate this into my model.

To achieve this I created a secoond cylinder and matched up the various edges to the main telescope. I then used extruding and the bridge tool to connect the two pieces of geometry.

I was also attempting to create a base and a hinge system that would allow the telescope to be moved up and do and also rotate.

After I had created the main portion of the telescope I felt that the model wasn’t very visually interesting and it had also taken a good portion of my poly budget. For this reason I decided to start making the model again but make the acctual telescope part simpler whilst making the mechanical structure more complex.

I created a new simple telescope shape which left me with a good amount of polys to use on the other parts of the model.

An image from my research really stood out to me and so i began to create a version of that telescope. Its silhouette was quite eye-catching and I knew it would be more impressive than the model I had created so far.

I used pipes, extruding and bridging to generate most of the mechanical parts. This process took me some time and I have since learnt of a way to achieve the same outcome in  a faster time, I am pleased with how the model turned out however, regardless.

I completed the model and cleaned up the models topology. I also removed any geometry that wasnt needed in order to reduce the poly count.

I am pleased with the way the model turned out and I feel that its silhouette is interesting which I am happy about.

The decision to have a more basic telescope component but a more detailed stand and mechanical structure, was a good one I feel.  The stand created more of a challenge and that is something I have benefitted from  in terms of developing new skills and learning new techniques.

In order to achieve the texture I used multiple brushes inside photoshop with varying colours and opacities. It was a trial and error process to get the surface texture that I was aiming for.

To save polys I decided i would create the appearance of the screwheads through texturing. I did this by making the area underneath the circle darker and the top part lighter.

Duplicated components were overlayed on the UV map to save space.

Assignment 2 Next Gen Asset

At the start of this assignment I decided to make a replica of Tiger 2 tank which served during WW2. I researched blueprints of the tank so I would be able to create an accurate model to the best of my ability and poly budget.

I created the model but before I started the process of texturing I decided to do something different. Although I was pleased with the model, I felt because of the poly limit it wasnt the best for demonstrating my new knowledge of PBR. I felt that a simpler or more focussed asset would be better for this.

Research 

After I decided I wanted to make a new model I began to think of what I could do. I quickly decided to do a weapon as it was something that I hadnt had any experience making and I thought it would be interesting.

Military history is one of my biggest interest and passions so I had good background knowledge of weapons from various eras, including how these weapons were constructed. I considered making a historically accurate melee weapon but I decided that I wanted to have more freedom to be creative. Therefore I decided that I would make a Sci-fi/ fictional hammer.

I began to research sci-fi hammers as it was something that I hadn’t encountered much in the games I play.

Creating the Model

I first started creating the handle for the model. I had yet to decide if the hammer was to be one or two handed. I began to generate different versions whilst trying to make sure each one was visually interesting. Eventually I decided that I would make the weapon two handed and started experimentng with the various handles I had already made.

The handles were all made from a simple cylinder which I then altered using various tools, mainly extrude and bridge.

I had created a shape for the handle that I was quite happy with so I began work on the Hammer head. Although I was making a fantasy hammer I did want to make sure that the proportions weren’t too extreme.

I generated a base shape that I was happy with, always bearing in mind that I wanted the hammer to have an interesting silhouette.

I used soft select to add the appearance of damage to certain edges of the hammer head and I was happy with the end result.

I then started to add details to the hammer head for a more interesting appearance and also for subtle framing of decals that I intended to implement later on when texturing.

I worked more on the hammer head adding spikes and other features to increase the visual  impact and also make the silhouette more interesting.  I was influenced by medieval halberds in terms of the core layout of the hammer head.

Whilst making the hammer head I was constantly bearing in mind my plans for the texture of the model and the idea I had for the final outcome.

At this stage the head was coming together and I was happy with the way it looked.

I was using the bevel tool in many parts of the object to remove sharp right-angles and give the model a more realistic appearance.

The model was almost complete but I still wanted to add more details and alter some aspects that were not sitting right with me in terms of form.

I worked on the rear of the hammer head making indents and making the area more visually interesting.

One part of the model I decided to alter was on the handle. The central piece which connect the bottom and top part of the hanfdle was too big I felt. I experimented with different shapes and sizes until I created something I was really happy with.  This alteration is something I am glad I did as it was playing on my mind for quite some time.

Once I was happy with the model I generated the differences between the low and high poly versions. I needed to remove some indents on the low poly model and I also added nail heads to the high poly model.

Creating the Material

This was my first experience using substance painter and following the PBR workflow. I was really looking forward to learning this new method of texturing.

It took some practice to understand the software but after a while I became pretty confident with using it.

After baking my model I started to learn how to use things like AO maps to generate effects in specific places. Making substances like dirt appear in more logical places for example.

To create the hammers core material I started off with a base colour of black and then proceeded to use generators and masks to create my desired appearance.  Channels like height/ roughness were intergral in making the base material look the way I was intending it to.

Once the base material was finished I began to add things like decals, markings and damage.

I wanted the hammer to be themed around, and take influence from, Anglo-Saxon and Norse cultures.  I started to research the symbols and writings of these cultures so I had a better understanding of what I could place on the model. Firstly I downloaded some symbols from google and used them on the model. I had to make them suitable for alpha use first however. When implementing these I altered the roughness on them so they would shine when light hit them.

I then recreated runes in photoshop and made them suitable for alpha use. My research meant that I could make the runes spell out actual Anglo-Saxon/ Norse words (or at least a translation).  These runes I indented in the model using height adjustment and roughness altering.

The next step to completeing the model was to add emmisive details. This is something I wanted to do becasue of inspiration form research and also because it was something I had never done before and had no experience with.

I chose the colour green as I felt it reflected the cultures I was taking inspiration from and to me it also gave a sense of magic that I was aiming for with this fantasy hammer.

The center of the hammers handle features an inscription in runes that I added. The hammer head also features runes relating to the names of gods and thrases.

Assignment 3 Modular modelling

Research

For this assignment I wanted to create assets influenced by stately homes in this country. I wanted to make the modular assets that would allow me to create a level that could be either large or small. I planned to use the assets I created in this assignment for my level in the Games Development unit. So my main focus was to create assets that could be used to create a central library room with two other adjacent rooms.

I began to research stately homes and these are some of the images that stood out to me.

I began to develop the models for the walls. This involved a base wall model which I then created various assets for that would add details and would also serve as connector points for the ceiling asset I planned to make. I made wall trims for the top and the bottom of the wall and also made corner pieces to allow for the walls to be modular and connect together. The corner peices of the wall trim were a challenge to create but I eventually managed to combine two seperate wall trim models via bridging and edge and vertex manipulation.

The next set of models I created were to do with the bookcase. I made the bookcase model so that it would be as wide as a wall piece. This would aid modularity in terms of space used. I mainly used exrtude and edge loops to create this asset along with edge manipualtion. I then created a simple model for a shelf seperate from the bookcase model. This would allow for each bookcase to be more unique. Then I created two book models of different sizes that would be used in the bookcase. I made these using extrude from an initial basic square shape.

I kept the ceiling and floor models simple as I would use textures to do most of the work in terms of visuals. However the challenge was making these assets the correct size and make them able to connect with their adjacent assets correctly.

Next I began to model the chairs. I created one of the chairs as a complete object and two other chairs as objects made up of seperate objects. I did this so that some of the components could be used with other models in the level.

The singular object chair was a challenge to get correct. Extrude and bridge were the most used tools along with edge manipulation to get the desired curves.

I then started work on the tables. I made the components of most of the tables seperate objects so they could be interchanged with each other.

The main challenge was making sure the tables looked balanced and were also the correct size in relation to each other and also in relation to the character model.

Bridging and extruding were used again. I also beveled certain edges when I felt it relevant.

I started to create objects that could be used to add decoration to the level. Objects included candlesticks, ceramic pots, small boxes, clocks, table books and paintings.

There were some key objects that I needed to make that included a large mirror, a door, a small stand a fireplace.

needed to make a chessboard and chess pieces. First I made a small table for the chessboard to go on. I then made the chess board.

Once these two objects were done I then began to make the individual chess pieces. This was a challenge as I wanted to keep them as low poly as possible whilst still making the different pieces easily identifiable.

Overwall I am very pleased with the way the chess piece assets turned out.

Texturing the models

I started to take my models into substance painter after I had unwrapped them. I created two verisons of almost all models. A clean version and a decayed version. I used different techniques to achieve the final outcomes of the models utilizing different tools like smart materials and generators.