#wip: godlings

[silent-creed]

WTW Valentine's Week - Day 2, Storge

Vannelada & Dainiv

"If I had one wish, it would be for you to be here and it always will be that wish. Always." After losing her baby brother, Vannelada closed herself off completely. Refusing to meet her parent's eyes to avoid the bitter weight of the guilt she carried in her shoulders everyday. If only she could trade places with Dainiv.

Spoilers below.

Vannelada & Kalaroz

"From time to time Death is not the end, for some, the rage within them is enough to fuel their body to continue on. To seek revenge." The creep of thorned vines and the chilling echoes of furious shrieks follow just behind Vannelada's steps as she travels. The pale gold hair, like sunlight on fresh snow, the leaf green eyes that should be the color of sea glass, haunt her dreams. And for some reason, unknowable reason Vannelada can't get over the thought that she should know this specter, this revenant like she knows herself.

Vannelada & Viti

"One soul, torn in two." The man with the pale eyes hates Vannelada. Why he hates her so viscerally she doesn't know. What had she done to him? Was it due to what she has become? Or who she was before that day in the cave? Some combination of both? Brother why?

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[phyrestartr]

Rhubarb | Zagreus x M!Reader (WIP!!)

#SFW, reader is a daimon, ik nymphs can't be male but let me have this!!!, reader tends to persephone's decayed garden, hurt/comfort, lots of fluff, COURTING!!!!!

“You wouldn't happen to be the one gifting me all these flowers, would you?” Zagreus asked. 

You cleared your throat as you scrambled for an excuse, a reason, an explanation to give the godling–it didn't feel right to outwardly admit to it (Gods, that'd be embarrassing), and you couldn't find it in you to turn the prince away; if you did that, what would be the point of your bashful little gifts? You wanted to show support, you wanted to try and embolden him when few else would. 

But still–

You tucked some hair behind your pointed ear and cleared your throat once more, never ripping your gaze away from the flowerbeds to look at your opponent. Nope. You wouldn't do it. You couldn't or you'd die on the spot (again). 

“I beg pardon?” You asked, willing your earth magicks to replace that which had withered in the garden. 

You swore you heard him smile. “Those flowers, the ones in my chambers? The ones that renew every night, or–or day, or what have you.” His cindered footsteps ventured closer to you. “Surely you must have some idea.”

“I'm afraid I don't, Prince,” you hummed, stepping away as he followed. “But I can keep an eye open, if you so wish.” 

“Oh, come on. Do you really think you'll be punished for giving me a flower or two?” Zagreus asked.

“Everything can be punished in this house. Anything in regards to the runaway prince, even more so.” And that was true. You'd heard of Megaera and Thanatos being promptly admonished for their inability to stop Zagreus, or their blatant refusal to even try to stop him. Most didn't give Zagreus the time of day. What would you, a mere shade, say in your defense if the lord of the underworld found out about the simple fondness you felt for the prince?

Before you could linger on that dread for too long, a hand caught your wrist, stopping your further retreat. It wasn't painful, nor did it frighten you–but it was odd. So, so odd. You'd not felt the warmth of another for decades. It reminded you of a warm summer's day.

“Look, I–I just want to thank you,” Zagreus said, sounding far too flustered and honest. You couldn't help but turn to him and meet his mismatched gaze, finally.

“Thank me?” You said, dumbstruck. A little because of the brilliant emerald and ruby eyes staring down at you, a little because of his words.

The prince nodded. He didn't release your wrist. “Is that so unbelievable?” He asked with a smile. 

“Not when it comes to you, no.” Your face heated, but you kept your composure calm and collected. “Well. You're, uh, free to speak. If you wish.”

“Thank you,” he said, not hesitating the slightest bit, “For taking the time to…well, think of me, I suppose. These days, it feels like everyone's against me, so the flowers, they--they're a welcome sight.” 

His smile melted your faux frigid expression, and you let the slightest hint of gentility peek through. “I worried they'd be a nuisance.”

“A nuisance?” Zagreus balked. “No, no, anything but. It's what keeps me going most days, if I'm being honest.” 

You raised your brows, despite a smile not following. “Well, that's depressing. To think few others are cheering you on brings a tear to the eye.”

The prince snorted. “Huh. Never knew gardeners could be the sarcastic type.” 

“Seems you haven't met enough gardeners, then.” You clasped your hand over the one holding your wrist. “Truthfully, I don't understand the extent of your quest, but I've no doubt you'll succeed. I wish you to know that I've full faith in you.”

Zagreus’ energy surged tenfold. His smile nearly blinded you, he who had become so used to the dark, and his eyes gleamed like polished gems. Cerberus probably bore the same look when he was a pup, you figured. Did he play tug with the prince back in the day? Probably. Or fetch, perhaps.

“Really?” The prince asked, now holding both of your hands in his and squeezing. “You think so?” 

You swallowed away your shock at being touched again and stared hard at the spot between the prince's eyes. “Well, yes--you're like rhubarb.”

He leaned toward you, leaning down and welcoming himself into your personal bubble. “I've not the slightest idea what you mean, but I'm eager to know.”

You almost smiled. Almost. But you wouldn't let him win, not that easily. 

“Once you accomplish your goal, perhaps I'll tell you.”

[wiltkingart]

Finished reading mouth to mouth to mouth last week and haven’t stopped thinking about it. Really fantastic work, thank you so much. Such a range of stories, but all with such a distinct sense of rich worldbuilding and full of squirmy visceral horror. It’s really hard to pick a favourite out of all of them, but Sting, Godling, and Mouth to Mouth to Mouth were probably my top ones, though bits of Crystalline have stuck with me, and Lambskin was just such a good one as well. I love body horror stories, and to read an entirely transmasc one was amazing. You have such a good sense of worldbuilding and making unsettling but extremely captivating stories. I hope you keep writing, I’d love to read more of your work. (Love your art too! Been a fan for many years!)

thank you very much! i've been writing on and off for quite a while but i finally feel like i've gotten my footing, or at least have a better sense of what i want to focus on and how to actually make it happen. at the moment i have a few wips (a t4t disgraced assassin x bare chested mercenary erotic story, a long medieval vampires novel, and most recently i've got sadistic fairies clawing at my brain). so i'm not sure which one you'll be able to read next, but no matter what i'm looking forward to writing a lot more next year!

[thebrigeedadraws]

For the drawing challenge thing, do the D3 mermaid + human with your favorite OC pair. It's still May for mermay

bridget o'brien/bob/electro-panther and hector devereaux/hector the godling from my supehero team/story the elements

in reference to this prompt from last year almost to the damn day (in which i just noticed what pose d4 is on the post godDAMNit)

look art has been hard for a long while and i was flip flopping on a pose + it made me want to update the elements references (which are still WIPs)

check out the process for this piece on my patreon

especially because hector himself needed a redesign overhaul most of all. i've narrowed down how godlings (potential new gods) work in the elements-verse since the last time i drew him. which just so happened to be...2013?! jfc that was the only time i inked/colored him

anyway

more on hector/godlings and a little bit more on bob/hector under the cut

name: hector devereaux

age: looks/is 19

occupation: godling (god in training, aspect/divinity-less), bard (buffs and debuffs people with songs)

preferred instrument: banjo

parents: euterpe (muse of music and lyric poetry) and genevieve "veevie" devereaux

natural abilities: bardic buffs (can play any instrument to empower or hinder people in their efforts), semi-invulnerable and mild super strength, limited teleportation, basic ancient greek combat training - sword, palette swapping (he changes the color of his nails/dreads/shirt whenever he wants), animal communication

i'm still trying to decide where exactly hector is from, but he's half-greek/half-black either from kentucky (home of bluegrass music) or louisiana (because any reason to visit new orleans + why not potentially add in creole/cajun roots as well, amirite?). he and bob would meet as part of a summer internship at GUARD, forced upon both by their parents/training (bob's dad wants her to beef up her college apps/keep an eye on her after an incident after a party; hector needs it as part of his godling training/working with other superhumans/gods/etc). neither wanted to be there for different reasons but end up enjoying each other's company in a very short while

believe me when in my head these two fucking morons take forever to get to the couple stage because the first few months they don't even realize they're flirting with each other (it doesn't count if it's not intentional, they will tell you that right away)

anyway

how hector come to be:

euterpe makes her rounds in different countries and one night in a little hole-in-the-wall bar, she comes across veevie devereaux and her banjo playing some of the sweetest bluegrass euterpe ever heard

enough so that it knocks up euterpe by the song alone and 9 months later, hector is born (euterpe is one of the few immortals who actually explains shit to mortals, so veevie is informed of the whens and hows well before the birth). veevie raises hector -named after her grandfather- for the most part, with euterpe visiting during the year + summers in greece. hector moves between both ma (euterpe) and momma's homes when he gets older/gets the teleporting ability

so while a good chunk of the gods still exist and are still making babies with mortals and all that, they are a lot more stringent with who gets to become a demi-god/full god status nowadays. any child of a mythological pantheon has to earn their aspect(s)/divinity, otherwise they just go through life as an average mortal. there's training/tests (quests)/schooling, and while hector has recently reached the bare minimum stage (minor strength/invulnerability), he's slacking on going much further. at least until he meets bob and decides hey maybe i should try harder at being a god or whatever

(it also gives them an excuse to hang out more since he's allowed to invite friends/partners/wahey on his god tests when a group is needed and what do you know he knows just the person who'd be game for that sorta thing)

the rest of the gang would welcome him in as well (even if he doesn't learn of their superhero identities for...a long while) and help out/hang out/etc when asked

hector has no full siblings (hector is veevie's only kid) and currently has 2 half-siblings from euterpe's side who are full fledged gods

song shuchun/susan song (looks 25-30, born 1897) goddess of the inspired lyric, and steve mcclanahan (looks 35, born 1950) god of backstage safety and mishaps. shuchun "came into her own" (found her aspect) in california during the 1920s, steve in the 1980s as a roadie for a metal band. their styles -whenever i get to them- would reflect that, or at least i would attempt to do so

hector came out being more inspired by greg universe than intended but honestly is that such a bad thing?

no

no it isn't

hector has no set color like the rest of the elements, so he'll constantly be changing the color of his nails/dreads/shirt to match or complement whoever he's around for the day (and multiple times per day, if he so desires).

he's pink-ish here to complement bob's blue

"when are you going to stop making octo-maids for your fat ocs?"

WHEN URSULA STOPS BEING THE BADDEST BITCH, GREATEST INSPIRATION, AND WHEN OCTO-MAIDS IN GENERAL STOP BEING COOL

AKA

NEVER

[sky-kiss]

WIP Wednesday (Almost. We're Getting Closer)

Thank you for the tag @flamemittens. I've been like...taking a little bit of a break from writing, so I don't have anything big or sexy to put here. So just have like. Some weirdness that I might refine down the line:

Excerpt:

Everything swims—his vision, his thoughts—a sea of red, dozens of shades, some outside the scope of the mortal eye, bleeding together. He is dying—and how apropos that it should end in red. 

Raphael scowls, pushing past the pain, clawing up towards consciousness and away from the beckoning numbness, the finality, of death. Someone screams his name, horrified and furious in equal measure. His Duchess, his Joi—it must be, and there is heat as she lashes out at his assailants. The air crackles, shadows writhe…more screaming…distorted, distant, like he’s underwater. Swimming, yes, it all came back to that. 

And then there are hands on him, pressing, pushing, warm and wet. Their fingers curl, and he tries to reach for them in the haze. 

But he slips. The surface is so far off. He’s drowning.

~~~~~~~~~~

Raphael floats, weightless for the first time in his long life. 

"Did I ask you for hypotheticals, servant?" His Duchess snaps. Joi's hold tightens, her arms linked under his own to keep him above the pool's surface. She speaks again, all archness and offended nobility. "His wounds are not mending. Tell me why." 

Ah, but your confidence is such a pretty lie, sweetling, he thinks. He hears the minor tremor in Joi's voice, feeling the thundering of her heart in her breast. The godling worries. 

"We cannot say, Duchess! We cannot say. The Duke…he ought…” 

"Your simpering is not an answer." 

I am dying, he thinks. Joi's grip tightens as if in response.

"Poison," the devil chokes out. "Aye, it must be of Mephistopheles' design. Engineered for the Duke." 

The water boils in response to her fury. "And the antidote?" 

"If it is of the Cold Lord's making…" the sentence drifts off. No, no antidote. No, he'll drown…back to swimming, back to drowning. 

"No." 

"My Lady?" 

"I forbid it," the godling snarls, more petulant child than a queen. Raphael wants to laugh—oh, he's shaped her well, greedy little beast. 

Whatever comes next is lost to him. The tide comes back in, washes over him, and thought ceases.

~~~~~~~~~~

He's flying. Raphael feels the wind in his hair, the distant stench of brimstone and ash. Talons curl around him. The devil opens his eyes, but it's still all red aside from a blurry swathe of black—concerning.  Why aren't you dead? A voice grumbles, and the Archduke wonders if it is his inner monologue or his Sire's. And the answer is obvious, if spiteful: you will not have the satisfaction of killing me.

_______

UH. I don't know who to tag who haven't been tagged already. So, I will tag @makesometime and anyone else who wants to play!

[idlebeks]

Masterlist of SVSSS Fic Recs

Updated Sept 2024. Mix of all ratings and themes. All Lou Binghe/Shen Yuan. A couple WIP but mostly completed works. This fandom truly is a treasure trove of great fic.

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

Lotus Seeds by Anonymous

Upon transmigrating into the body of a xianxia antagonist destined to die after being gruesomely tortured, Shen Yuan decides he won't give in to the demands of the System to meekly accept his fate. Instead, he runs away. (WIP)

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

-

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

Luo Binghe led the charge in the trial against Shen Qingqiu in < Proud Immortal Demon Way >. By all rights, the concept of a trial shouldn’t even be a glimmer in anyone’s eye until Shen Qingqiu’s blackened lotus has crawled his way out of the hell Shen Qingqiu tossed him in.

So why is Shen Qingqiu wrapped in immortal binding cables and locked away in the Huan Hua Water Prison?! 

[or: Luo Binghe is precisely one (1) year late getting out of the Abyss. This does not put a halt on anyone else's plans.]

Starstruck by Camorra

His phone buzzes again and Shen Yuan scoops it up irritably. It’s another message from DemonHeart.

DemonHeart: you seem to be a Luo Binghe fan

DemonHeart: we can get you access to him

Shen Yuan scowls.

PeerlessCucumber: do I look like I was born yesterday?

The response is instantaneous. A picture pops up on screen. Shen Yuan vaguely recognizes the woman that plays the drums, still in full stage makeup. Next to her, arm slung around her waist, is a face Shen Yuan would know anywhere. Luo Binghe, giving a wry smile to the camera.

DemonHeart: he’s a fan, you know

PeerlessCucumber: where exactly would we be meeting

Immortal Lamb Crusader Way by Mikkeneko

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade?

And why does he want to pet the Lamb's fleecy head so badly? He's not a furry, okay! He's not!

The Scum Villain's Second Save File by the-night-gods-moon (HelloMyNameIsAlias)

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua's shroom scheme falls through in a big way, and Shen Yuan is forced to re-transmigrate into another world that revolves around half-demons and messy, convoluted romances. Good thing he's an expert!

anachronism of the moment by plutoisgay

daemon au that follows Shen Yuan through his transmigration and life in PIDW

Shen Yuan transmigrates to a world of demons, harem-politics, and the ineffable notion of being perceived. His daemon, at least, seems to share his concerns.

We Are Not Wise by Boomchick, Suzoomie

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme by cinnamonsnaps

(oh my god they were roommates)

"Thank you, valued user, for accepting the Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme. Your task: Ensure the protagonist's happiness."

Shen Yuan is convinced that his favouri... least favourite novel's main protagonist isn't really happy. He has babes, money and power, but does he have any friends?

Cue the system handily dropping Demon King Luo Binghe into his bedroom. Can Shen Yuan make him happy before the timer runs out?

(90% light-hearted comedy, 10% existential horror and fear because this is the OG PIDW Binghe we're talking about)

Can't we just skip to the end? by chaoticgoodlawyer

When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right.

A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past.

Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

Series

Sit With Your Soul by Tossawary

The original Shen Qingqiu suffers a severe deviation that unsettles his daemon, transforming them into a childish and inconstant creature, too curious and without any memories of the life that has made him so bitter. His soul is now unrecognizable to him and everyone can see his humiliation.

Shen Yuan isn't exactly happy to have transmigrated into Proud Immortal Demon Way at all, much less as this doomed scum villain's daemon.

A His Dark Materials Fusion AU. Knowledge of HDM not required.

Series

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash.

If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Tongfang by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly.

Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’.

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Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined.

[Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

In Service by x_los

Emperor Luo Binghe goes looking for a Shen Yuan of his own. The one he finds has yet to fully ripen, but Luo Binghe is used to turning adversity into advantage.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan

YOU can have a Shen Yuan

WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU

Genderswap AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Dragon Monster AU

Mermay AU

Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

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“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain.

The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass.

The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch.

And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe.

P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired

How To Stop Being Strung Along By A Guy & Get What You Deserve: 5 Steps to a Serious Relationship! by x_los

'Madam Meiyin said: “Milord’s fated lover pays very little attention to others. But the moment they come to care about someone, they will care with their entire heart and soul.”'

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way with a firmly-tied red string of fate. It takes Luo Binghe roughly two hours to notice this.

The Favourite by x_los

Demonic Emperor Luo Binghe's reputation precedes him. It's just not very accurate.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend 

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

[mountainashfae]

Frosty

So despite opening far too many wips, several of which are abandoned rambles, I just do not use this word. I end up using "icy" instead, which I will include a sentence with that word so that this one isn't for nothing:

“Wow, some godling you are! Can't even dispel a polymorph spell,” I say just as an icy cold hand—why the fuck are both these twins so cold—grips my face to stop me.

from a favorite I'm chipping away at.

[ WIP Guessing Game ]

[silent-creed]

WtW Character Event - Day 7 Wildcard

[phyrestartr]

Prisoner of the Coast | Sukuna x M!Reader (WIP)

#SFW wip, reader is a water dragon, sukuna is a ronin, lore, mythology, there's plot, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, probably sad ending?, AU note: I JUST WANTED TO POST SOMETHING IDK

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

Fear was not what he felt. Ryoumen Sukuna did not fear you who he faced; he was not a weak man. He was not a faint-hearted warrior. He was not a coward. But gleaming, ghastly eyes reminded him of mortality. Of the very human blood embedded in his veins. 

And the longer those round, moonlit eyes stared, the longer they sliced through the endless, empty blankness of the forgotten seaside palace, the louder that sound of drumming shook Sukuna's skull, against his ribs. But he was not afraid; he did not fear the gods. He would not fear one of their ilk in the flesh. 

The sound of water shifting echoed in the infinite void, dancing off distant walls as shards of light managed to catch on gentle, lapping wakes. Yet your head never moved an inch. Sukuna had seen other snakes do the same in his travels, keeping their heads still while their bodies squeezed and slithered–but their eyes were bound to fall closed. Yours stayed awake. Staring like the head of a Lion Dance puppet. Abnormal. Unaware of such abnormality. 

Sukuna gripped one of his swords tightly, ready to quick-draw if you'd chosen to strike. Gods were like that–hateful, horrible, honourless–and he expected nothing less from a beast like you; however, you'd been meandering towards him his entire stay, he realized too late. Slow. Quiet. Patient. The way one might approach a scared animal. 

I'm not getting paid enough for this shit. Sukuna found a smile, though. Maybe I’m getting paid too fuckin’ much. Who the hell does this thing need protecting from, huh? 

The question gnawed on his mind as your grandeur size became near-tangible–then, your eyes closed. Right when Sukuna started to make out the glint of scales against the moonlight of your eyes, the shimmering glow vanished, leaving only dappling sunlight streaming in from time-worn holes in the towering ceiling. 

“What do you want?” A man’s voice, your voice, asked from the shadows. The source was lower than before, ringing from a height so oddly human it gave Sukuna whiplash. 

“Ho? A shapeshifter?” Sukuna wondered, grinning. “You think you can take me on like that?”

“I don’t intend to ‘take you on’ at all, samurai.” You sighed and paced. Sukuna followed the sound of bare feet stepping on stones, coupled with the stiff drag of something scratching against the floor. Perhaps a tail? Perhaps fins? He didn’t know. The sunlight protecting him proved too stark against the shadows you dwelled within. 

“Someone has sent you here,” you decided. Sukuna felt your stare on him, though he could not see the twin lights. “My parents.” 

The grip on his blade lessened. “More or less. Said there was a godling that needed babysitting.” 

“Babysitting–?! The fucking audacity. Well, I promise you, this isn’t babysitting.” You snapped, bitter. 

Sukuna smirked. Never did he imagine a god-like thing would be so rough around the edges. “Then what would you call it?”

“Imprisonment.” You stepped toward the light when you said it, coming from an angle Sukuna didn’t expect, making him whirl in place and face the shadowed silhouette standing too close yet too far away. “And you’re my own, personal jailer.” Then, after a moment, you added, “Well. I guess it is glorified babysitting afterall. Expensive babysitting, at that. Congratulations on the easy money.” 

“That mean you’re gonna make this simple for me?” Sukuna asked. He tucked his arms into his sleeves as he waited for you to say something, but you only stepped back into the empty blackness filling your glorious cage. 

“Might as well,” your voice echoed, wilting, “I don’t care to leave this place anyway.” 

“‘N why the hell not?” He asked. 

But there was no answer; there was only the quiet splash of water, and twin ghost lights disappearing into the depths.

[cursed-and-haunted]

id love to hear about your other wips! are they all horror too?

Not all of them are horror. But most of them contain some horror/thriller aspects

My biggest wip that has the most work done on it, the most worldbuilding and lore, the most ocs (50+) is a fantasy titled the Nine Realms that takes some inspiration from Norse/Germanic and Celtic myths. It follows several generations of one family from the dawn of humanity to its fall as this family climbs to the hight of nobility and then eventually falls into obscurity. There's Giants and Elves and Dwarves and prophets and shapeshifters and spirits and dead gods that lurk in the shadows and whisper strange things in your ear.

My second biggest wip is This Is The Way The World Ends. It's about superhumans in a world where superpowers have been normalized and are now a normal mundane thing. It follows a group of thieves who steal something very important from a mob boss in Las Vegas and have to deal with the consequences of that. A lot of weird shit happens too because superpowers are weird, at one point they kill god and it's like a normal Wednesday for them. This one is more humorous than the any of the other ones.

Then there's Cosmic a low sci-fi about a woman's suicide mission to get revenge and it takes place on a circus themed cruise space ship (you know how we have cruise ships its like that but in space and with clowns... and a woman trying to blow it up). This is the web weaving for it.

Things Behind The Sun is a sci-fi about cyborgs and androids. It's also about bodily autonomy and disability and how corporations crush the poor and disabled just for a profit. Typical cyberpunk tropes.

Heaven Must Be Burning is about a witch who makes a deal with the devil but feels like she was cheated so she travels through the nine circles of hell so she can kill the devil and then god. Not sure if this one is a horror but it does have a lot of creepy stuff in it.

Now for my horror wips:

Godlings is the horror prequel to This Is The Way The World Ends. It is the villain origin story of the Big Bad of TITWTWE. It's about 5 superhumans who go on a killing spree together and then one of them turns on the other 4 and starts hunting them down and killing them one by one until he is the only one left standing.

Darkside is a sci-fi horror about a group of scientists who go to an alien planet and one of them gets possessed infected by some alien disease that makes her homicidal and makes her body rapidly decay and she tries to kill everyone.

Meet Me In The Woods Tonight is about a small town with a lot of secrets. One of them being that there's a fucked up deer creature in the woods that eats people. My icon is inspired by this wip. My hometown is also the inspiration for the setting in this.

Another wip (whose tilte I can't decide on) is about a true crime writer who gets the chance to write a book about an infamous serial killer and the during the interviews the two become obsessed with each other to the point of murder.

Between The Walls is about a haunted house that's haunted by the ghost of a cannibal and the cannibal's victims. This one started out as a uquiz which you can still take here.

[elizababie]

For the WIP title meme-- Omg you have so many great titles! It was so hard to choose, but I have to go with the first one you listed-- inscriptions on photographs we haven’t burned yet

It's so haunting! I am dying to know more.

(If I get to be greedy, I’m also super interested in, do not give your hair to birds, do not turn your heart to sea foam.)

I talked about do not give your hair to birds a little bit here, kudos to you for rooting out the two on the list that are nearest to my heart omg thank you so much for giving me an excuse to be rabid about them

OKAY, that said, of all of the titles on the list Inscriptions might be my favorite (biased opinion since this was my comfort project during a roughhhhh year)

so, it started out as two separate novels: Cassette Tapes for the Apocalypse (written in 2016, a dark comedy post-apocalyptic novel) and Sudden Oak Death (written in 2020, a character-driven mythological tragedy)—In 2022 I took the pieces I liked the most from the two books (the character dynamics of cassette tapes, the world building of oak death) and fused them together.

SUMMARY:

All hail the wrath of the gods. Witness the death of humanity. Rah-Rah-Rah. Echo Lalia is a liar. Echo Lalia is a survivor. She watched the pantheon try and try again to snuff humanity out under its boot. She watched humanity turn on the gods and claw them from their thrones even as the fever burned them from the inside out. She watched. She only watched, because Echo Lalia is a survivor and rule number one of survival is to keep other people’s shit off of your shoes. she’s also a demi-god that might be on the run from what remains of the pantheon. maybe she’s also directly working with the godling that’s directly responsible for humanity rotting around them. maybe, just maybe, her lies catch up with her and wrap around her throat. maybe echo has to fight for her freedom when the consequences of her (in)actions catch up with her.

It’s a character driven dark comedy with heavy themes of found-family and the lengths people will go to for security, as well as generational trauma and breaking the cycle of abuse etc. etc. + all that fun stuff.

BONUS: echo’s photo taking is a background feature in the plot and integral to her “running from the past” themes SO each chapter is named after a specific inscription ON one of her photos (my title was not overly creative) eventually they'll all be illustrated as the chapter headings, some of my favorites under the cut

the (unfinished) character portraits ^

+ favorite photo headings ^

aaaaand, an excerpt:

inscriptions on photographs we haven't burned yet. ch I, s I:

Leandra Vahara is dead and it’s all Jowan Vahara’s fault. It’s always Jowan Vahara’s fault, except when it’s Millicent or Kieran Vahara’s fault. There are some precious, precarious days when it’s Amel or Amikus or Amelia Worthington’s fault instead, but when the blame is laid that way it dances too close to things best left buried. It could be Mercury Lander’s fault, depending on when the story starts, or Maud Amberling’s, depending on where the story ends. It is never, never, never Echo Lalia’s fault. Nothing is ever Echo Lalia’s fault. HERE are two universal truths: Leandra Vahara is dead and it is not Echo Lalia’s fault. Leandra Vahara is dead and Echo is the one who carved and bludgeoned and snuffed the light from her eyes. HERE is a fact about the death of Leandra Vahara: it was ill-advised and impossible. HERE are Echo’s favorite words in the English language: ill-advised. Impossible. Listen man, it’s not like she did it just to prove that she could, Leandra really just had to die. It was necessary. More than anything else, it was necessary.

[dorylinae-supremacy]

🐜 Masterlist 🐜

Last updated: 17/12/2024

Update: Edits won't save if I hyperlink, currently working on a solution for this. I’ve hit the 100 link limit lol

Key

Keys for details / what appears in a fic. Snippets will not have keys on them. Character keys are for characters actually present, usually in order of appearance!

If you follow the links to read the fic then still read the tags.

✅ - Complete

❎ - Incomplete / Ongoing

♾️ - Part of a series (hyperlinked)

🖼️ - Art (hyperlinked)

🌕 - Dark

💖 - Fluff

🩹- Hurt / Comfort

💔 - Angst

👻 - Horror

🦇 - Kristin

🐦 - Philza

🦊 - Wilbur

🐷 - Techno

🦝 - Tommy

Kristin Centric

Fics

You Are Love Itself ✅♾️🌕💔🩹🦇🐦🦊🐷

See That You're Mine ✅♾️🌕💖🦇

Superstition ✅🌕💔🩹💖🐷🦇

Snippets

Full Of Imperfections

Misc

Wither Nail Polish

Evil Queen / Werewolf / Vampire Brainrot

Philza Centric

Fics

Brighter Than Gold ✅♾️🌕🐦🦇

Our Devotions Deepest Ocean ✅🌕💖🐦🦊🦝🐷

Everybody Lied to You ✅🌕🩹🐦🦊

My baby, my baby ❎♾️🌕💖🐦🦊

Devour Every Hour ❎🌕👻🐦🐷

Baby's First Claw Clipping ✅♾️🌕💖🐦🦇🐷🦊

Demigod Kids ✅🌕💖🐦🐷🦊

Demonic Dealings ✅🌕🐦🦊🐷

Snippets

Unnamed Evil Wizard AU

Into The Depths AU

Our Devotions Deepest Ocean

Dr Malpractice AU

Surprise Godling Adoption AU 🖼️

Shroompocalypse AU

Pig Feed AU

Harbingers AU 🖼️

Feralblade AU

Skrunkle Vamp AU

Accidental Vampire Foster AU

Vampire Hunter AU

Invisible Villain AU

Midas Touched AU

Necromancer AU

Fallen Angel AU

Misc

Four Seasons Phil punishments ramble

Technoblade Centric

Fics

More Than Perfect ✅♾️🌕💖🐷🐦🦇

I Let Myself Go ✅🌕💖🐷🦊🦝🐦

Ask For Nothing ❎🌕💖💔🩹🐷🐦🦇

Of Life and Chance and Death ✅♾️🌕💔🩹🐷🐦🦊

Swallowing Your Doubt ✅♾️🌕💖🐷🦊

I Don't Feel Right ✅🌕🩹💖🐷🐦

Don''t Leave Me Here Alone ✅♾️🌕💔🐷🐦

The Green Striped Hat ✅🌕👻💔🩹🐷🐦

Potion Lessons ✅🌕♾️💖🐷🐦

Crash Landing ✅🌕♾️🩹🐷🐦🦇

Get Pig'd Idiot ❎🌕♾️🐷🦝🐦🦇🦊

Snippets

Henchman AU (Of Life and Chance and Death)

Feralblade AU

The Green Striped Hat

Vampire Hunter AU

Midas Touched AU

Misc

Tusk bruises

Hyperdontia

OSMP rambles

Mindwipe AU

Wilbur Soot Centric

Fics

I Love You Like The Ashes In My Cigarette Box ✅♾️🌕🦊🐷🐦

I Loved You Like The Sun ✅♾️🌕🩹🦊🐷🐦🦝

A Pretty Winter Night ✅♾️🌕💔🦊🐦

Stealing Glory From Afar ✅🌕💔🦊🐷🐦

Hadal Zone ✅🌕💔🩹🦊🐦

Snippets

Magic Mitosis AU

Unwilling Immortal AU

Unnamed Angst Snippet

Single Dad Angst

Zombie Dadza

Midas Touched AU

Misc

Climbur

Tommyinnit Centric

Fics

Your Hand In Mine ✅♾️🌕💔🦝🐦🦊

Eyes Shut Tight ✅🌕👻💔🩹🦝🐷🦊🐦

Living All Alone ✅🌕🩹🦝🐷🐦

Snippets

Post Exile Dark Bedrock Bros

Phillip Crafts Orphanage for Troubled Children

Nothing Could Go Wrong Snippet

Misc

TBA

Other

Random snippets from random WIPS

Fundy Visit

Skrunkle DSBI Sandduo Royalty AU

Mafia Mer AU

Naga AU

Home Safety Hotline AU Poll (closed!)

DELG Pizza brainrot

Demon Twinsduo ramble

Octo Mer Au

Backyard Full of Bones Plot Ramblings

Secret Zombie

Royal Hunt

Fae Brainrot Megapost

Piglin Lore Rambles

Miscommunication kidnapping

Objective Fae AU

Vague Four Seasons Plans

Dinotaur AU

Misc naga AU's

Fae brainrot 2 electric boogaloo (fae face stealing)

Soulmate bodyswap AU

Villain twinsduo + Kristin

Murderous Heirs AU

[lovelythethingsbrainrot]

Fandom Things

I'm in a TRC mood, and I think I'm going to reread (probably listen) to all the books again (and finally Greywarren).

BUT I do want to say I probably won't be writing any more Gangsey fics other than The Dark Lady, which is Declan-centric anyway. I'm in my early twenties and even though I'm pretty sure all the characters are 18 by The Dreamer Trilogy, I think it is safe to say I've outgrown them as a smutty fanfic writer.

That means I have to get all my narcissistic need for aggressive validation here once and for all.

My TRC Fics:

Masterpiece - Jordeclan Femdom fic (Rated E) Godling - Part 1 of the Summer Magic Series - Gangsey (minus Noah) beach vacay (Rated E) And It Was Good - Part 2 of the Summer Magic Series - What happens in the Pig stays in the Pig (Rated E) Otherworldly Devises - Part 3 of the Summer Magic Series - Ronan uses his powers for sex evil (Rated E) Hurt Me More - Declan/Jordan/Mr. Gray angsty 3some (Rated E) Fuck The Patriarchy - Blue/Gansey/Henry get ready to crash a political dinner (Rated M) The Dark Lady - WIP/Hiatus pirate-y 1800's possessed art fic (Rated E)

I started most of these when I was about 17 and took years to finish any of them. Maybe I'll start writing cozy fics so I don't have to say goodbye to writing these characters. Oh, and you can expect more Jordeclan ❤️

[in-the-gardens-of-inspiration]

From @alpharaposa

Rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner receives.

Not all of these are published yet ;3c

Below the line is a sentence spiel abt each of the fics~

(defenestrate the) window of opportunity : A post-Final-Getsuga-Tenshou Kurosaki Ichigo is tossed into HeroAca'verse, this impacts a lotta people- Midoriya Izuku, Shinshou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta, Yagi Toshinori, Sasai Susumu- but more than impacting the lives of the people around him, Ichigo finds he still is connected to both halves of Zangetsu (as well as some extras.)

glass prisms : lmao second verse, same as the first, no be serious Lilac. A post-versus-Future-Byakuran Sawada Tsunayoshi and a post-Final-Getsuga-Tenshou Kurosaki Ichigo wake up in a hospital in the HeroAca'verse, and eventually three skies (>:D) walk into U.A.'s 1-A classroom.

Be A Hero! : A slow burn crossover, wherein Marinette Dupain-Cheng makes bonds, breaks bonds, saves godlings, gets kinda-sorta-maybe adopted by godlings, gets a partner she can rely on, a new Order is established, (and also lionised,) not necessarily in that order: and, have I mentioned the dimensional instability yet?

halfway between the black and gray : I like aliens, I like wacky crossovers, I like wacky crossovers involving aliens, and snark-to-snark combat; aaaaaand I also think I could make Voltron: Legendary Defender a little more interesting/a little less worse with the addition of Ben Tennyson.

worth two lions (yet here i am) : A giftfic for Wolfsrainrules; posing such a question as 'what if Sawada Nana was the daughter of the Arcobaleno Fon?', worth two lions is my answer- featuring kiddo shenanigans, arson, and the beginnings of a beautiful (terrifiying) team between half-feral cousins.

(don't you ever for a second get to thinking) you're irreplaceable : There's something going on in Paris, and halfway-incompetant emotional terrorists, temporary disappearances, lying liars who lie, and unreliable superhero partners are only the half of it- ome thing's for sure though, Marinette Dupain-Cheng's got her work cut out for her.

per ardua ad astera: on supervillainy : Let me pose you a question, 'what makes a villain?'- is it the acts (atrocities) one commits, the thefts, the fraud, the debasement of the sanctity of peoples lives- or how often is it that a villain is a villain because they come into ideological conflict with the heroes or the authorities? As history tries to repeat itself, and people have to live with the consequences of the fallout, more and more people, who once buried their heads in the sand, start asking questions that will take months, if not years to unravel from a tangled web spanning almost 3 decades- civilians, heroes, and villains alike.

murky reality : Disappearences, mystery ailments, and people whispering of spirits, this is not unknown news to the Gaang- the sleepy hill town in the Earth Kingdom almost begs to differ.. as Aang, Sokka, Katara, Toph, Zuko, and Suki investigate, the shadows grow longer.

Thunderhead : During Cloud Strife's mako coma, Gaia bestows a boon- a gift and a duty all in one, becoming a weapon, yet not a WEAPON against the Calamity; as the time for the final confrontation between the Planet's Champion and the Son of the Calamity draws closer, a storm brews- then all too soon, a thunderstorm breaks, and Cloud must face "Sephiroth", and JENOVA with his dying will.

balance-maker, balance-breaker : Finding out that having saved Paris is simply not enough for some people, and the Pocket God Collective of Marinette Dupain-Cheng feels that their hands are forced, and it's now the time to take drastic measures to protect their (child) human; and so Marinette wakes up a child in body, in another dimension, there are shenanigans afoot; but then the developing peace is knocked down a flight of stairs by a monster that leaves most, if not all, of the kwami deeply afraid of what might happen to their Marinette and her new found family.

at full speed through the stubborn night! : When the kwamis of Precognition, Evolution, and Constitution come to you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, grim-faced and a breath away from paralysed with worry aboit your well-being in the very near future, well, you listen, and with the rest of the pocket godlings that decided along the way that freeing them made you their perfect-yet-human Guardian, you plan; if only they told you about the interdimensional instability that would serve as your cover for getting the hell out of dodge-- so 'you' drift in and out of clarity for a few years, before everything meshes and Tailor D. Fortuna Rinne opens her eyes to her hidden memories, and powers-- but rumours fly fast o'er the seas, and not one, but two thought-lost overpowered Paramecia Devil Fruits just reek of bad news to the World Government and Navy.

[scottishhellhound]

I'm back ( kind of) and I jumped on the pic crew bandwagon for my Godling kids.

I loved how all of them turned out, although Drakon looks a bit too young. I might try and find another and one and play around with them.

From left to right:

Aislinn: Godling daughter of Zeus.

Drakon: aka Drake, immortal son of Hades and Persephone.

James: demi god - parentage unknown

Diana: Mortal

[scottishhellhound]

Godlings short shenanigans!

Hermes could only stare in wonder as the purple hued flames reached the ceiling of Aislinn's bathroom. He moved his gaze from the flames to the other occupants of the bathroom.

Drake and Aislinn both stood off to the side, each holding an empty water jug, as they stared in awe at the flames.

Hermes glanced back at the tub once more before turning to address his sister and cousin.

"......Is there a particular reason that the bathtub is on fire?"

Aislinn and Drake both jumped at the young looking god's voice, not having heard him arrive. They turned their heads, wise excited grins spreading across their faces.

"SCIENCE!"

Hermes blinked in the face of their combined enthusiasm, feeling himself starting to grin. "Fair enough." He turned back to the happily crackling flames, smiling softly. "So why call me?"

Aislinn at least had some shame, and looked sheepishly at the floor, Drake looked completely unrepentant.

"We can't put it out."

"Is that what the jugs were for?"

Drake nodded. "Yeah, as much good as it did, it just made the damn thing bigger."

"Really!"

"Yeah," Aislinn nodded and approached the tub, sticking her hands into the flames, and it's not hot at all."

Hermes eyes narrowed as he watched Aislinn weave her fingers to the flames. "Do I want to know how you discovered that fact?"

"The flames kind of erupted when we threw the water on it." Drake explained, examining his nails absently. "They didn't burn anything when we protected our faces just in case."

Hermes nodded as he moved to stand next to Aislinn in front of the tub.

"Doesn't burn, grows when you put water on it?" Hermes grin bled from calm to mischievous. " I know exactly what to do with this!"

Drake and Aislinn shared his amusement, and Drake gestured at his older cousin. " And this is why we called you."

Person A: “…..Is there a particular reason that the bathtub is on fire?”

Person B and C simultaneously and excitedly: “SCIENCE!!!”

Person A: “……Fair enough.”