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carnivorarium · 2 years

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✖. — [ @laplacemail / 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 ]

“We shall not give audience to an ill-mannered beast.”

*〔 🔪。〕——— Anyone who lived in Alkenstar and did not know of Aliah Margolus and his untimely death either lived under a rock or had a skull made of stone. A very select few with an air of permanent mystique (and, in Annabel’s mind, an annoying penchant for melodrama) would murmur in hushed tones ranging from abhorred to awed that the late ex-Scion Lord still walks. Whether they meant as an undignified zombie or as an unholy revenant, they didn’t know. Of course they didn’t know. Who in their right mind would? Anybody sticking their nose into wretched business such as that, be it rumors or otherwise, would not only have it cut off and fed to them, but would likely end up with much the same fate as Aliah Margolus– sans resurrection, if you believe in that tidbit.

Well, Annabel certainly did not live under a rock, and she mostly didn’t have a skull made of stone. Though she has not known of his legacy for quite as long as others have, seeing as this is not her homeland, she is still familiar enough for it to feel as familiar as any other tale she’d grown up with. During the peak of his career, she had dreamt of eventually becoming one of his students. And how she had loathed it. Annabel Clarice Eldred, daughter of renowned alchemists and archivists, gifted in all practical skills and talents imaginable, fair young maiden with more power in her doe-eyed glances than a seasoned wizard’s most potent spell, did not dream of anyone but herself. To dream of anyone but herself meant to acknowledge there were others simply born better than her. And why should she believe that? Why should anyone? But the fact of the matter was she dreamt of it. And then that fact of the matter meant that dream must become reality. Because the unspoken law of little miss Annabel Clarice Eldred’s world was that if she aspired to it, it must come within her grasp, and she must take it.

If that did not happen, it would prove what she feared most, and what the world need not know: that she was a magicless, meek damsel in need of rescue from the cruel jaws of life.

Then, who could fault her this monumental failure of never becoming a student of that renowned wizard? The man had gone and gotten himself disgraced before he had a chance to know she even existed– and then died, too! For shame, for shame! And now these rumors of him lurking about in the shadows have to trail in her wake like ghosts after their murderer, sighing and whispering ceaselessly. It’s irksome, really. Except–

Except she woke in the dead of night, a cold sweat drenching freckle-kissed skin, the coppery taste of someone else’s blood staining the front of her teeth and slipping down the back of her throat in a rich oily drip and known. And the taste like blood had sat low in her stomach, ethereally warm, filling up the constant hunger that gnawed and gnawed and gnawed day in and day out. Nothing had ever filled it, not even for a moment as fleeting as that one.

The three months since then are a blur the color of mist and vague bruised red. The omnipresent hunger stands behind her as a shadow would, peering over her shoulder at everything she does. Its saliva drips onto everything she holds, everything she touches. Its presence darkens her doll eyes when she catches glimpses of herself in the mirrors of inn rooms or along the crystalline edges of a river. It wraps her up at night, tender as a mother with her darling baby, vicious as a wolf tearing into the tendons of a rabbit caught in its wild jaws. Ever vivacious with possibility and voracious to the point of nigh-madness, the witch-to-be had toiled tirelessly. Endless reading, transcribing, navigating, bargaining, and a few rather unbecoming encounters (a proper young lady should never have to rip through the jugular of a man twice her age with nothing but her blunt teeth because he gets too invested in her journey, but bygones are bygones, and the blood had looked rather fetching smeared across her lips), all for this: a single callous sneer.

It’s impossible for her to hide her surprise. Cupid lips part into a little ‘o’, and cerulean eyes seem to glow from the whitehot sting of harsh rejection. Beneath a daintily embroidered traveler’s shawl, her thin hands clench into fists, nails creating angry crescent moons against her palms. A beast, was she? Nothing but a brute, a savage creature incapable of thought or rationale? Laughter bubbles up in her chest, burns her throat, presses against the back of her teeth. He does not know ill-mannered. She has not shown him ill mannered. If she’s a beast, what is he? Fodder for her to eat because isn’t this what it all comes down to–

And it rings out, an embarrassed little giggle that sounds as sweet as a silverbell. “What a fine way to talk to a lady! I apologize— you’ve just shocked me is all,” she explains herself, tucking a few fiery strands of red behind her ear. “And I suppose I’ve unforgivably been presumptuous.”

The gravity of the situation pulls, tugs, nearly forces her to her knees. He ought to be dead. He talks of himself in plurals. There is something else there. It’s a sense she cannot shake, something she cannot prove and something she wishes to ignore. It’s the hunger that tells her. The hunger wants it. Strangely, though, she finds there is less to want in the real Aliah Margolus than there was in the deluded fantasy of him. Her smile falls. The shadow kept primly and properly tucked into the furthest corner of herself sweeps out across her brow. Seraphic features become a canvas for an indescribable emptiness: the kind that does not sit but actively pulls more and more into it, until only the void of her dead eyes remain. If she’s aware of such a drastic change in features, she does not show it.

“...And what…” she queries slowly, voice equally as dark as the lightless, lifeless doll-eyes that dare to gaze directly into that of the resurrected, “would change that, Lord Margolus?”

#laplacemail #ic | annabel #fantasy | annabel #🔪–;; messages┊( ANNABEL )#╳–;; a whispered omen┊( ANSWERED )#╳–;; of magic and monsters ┊( FANTASY VERSE )#* thank you for all your patience!!!#* finally... nasty people being nasty to each other... after working tirelessly in the lab #* just for clarification!!#* anna doesn't know anything about aliah's resurrection or details of his death or anything!#* the hunger that keeps being mentioned is as much an actual hunger #* (her budding cannibalism + her prey/predatory complex)#* as much as a slow eldritch manifestation of her magic (which is why she can't really use magic atm)#* aliah would probably be able to sense it/vaguely see it bc of his own little guy SNFSF but i'll leave that up to u!#* she just wants someone to teach her magic bc obviously nobody else is good enough #* c'mon she won't bite pwease mwister mawgowus

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shirecorn · 1 year

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Dude your mlp redesigns go so hard oh my GOD!! Question: does EQ still exist in your universe? If so, what would it be like?

it's exactly 100% like the show. Weird powers, plot holes, and songs included. But when humans cross into the Skyscraper Gods universe things suddenly get a lot more serious. Magic has consequences, creatures can and will eat you. You can die. You're also a horse or other sentient creature (usually on 4 legs with hooves but some guys are just destined to turn into seaponies when they cross over. get flopped idiot)

EQ is a very silly place and people who cross into the Skyscraper gods verse experience eldritch horror that their little candy colored minds can't comprehend. If you stay too long you are changed forever. You start freaking out when someone falls from the rafters onto the hard gym floor. You look up at the sun (flaming ball of gas in the sky) and wonder if it's watching you, wondering if you squint you can see the giant goddess who fills the sky and ferries the sun across the land.

Your school principle shares the name of God.

#skyscraper gods #skyscraper gods lore #ask #there is also a portal to the canon mlp equestria #crossing there is much more easily tolerated than in skyscraper gods #tolerated by the mind and body #so people don't usually go my world from the sillier universes #it's like going from playing sims to playing darkest dungeon

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fukmeintheassandcallmecastiel · 6 months

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I've completely forgotten how to make friends online and would like to start again after a years long tumblr hiatus.

In an attempt, I am going to try and list every one of my favorite shows, games and so on and have my DMs open for people to say hi if they'd like. No pressure to message, of course. You can also comment on or reblog this post if you're more comfortable with that!

-J

Shows: Hannibal, Moral Orel, Loki, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, Good Omens, The Boys, Invincible, Legend of Vox Machina, Gravity Falls, Inside Job, Bojack Horseman, Futurama, Over the Garden Wall, Cowboy Bebop, Shameless

Games: Baldur's Gate 3, Disco Elysium, Cult of the Lamb, Hollow Knight, Detroit: Become Human, Rimworld, Scarlet Hollow, the Stanley Parable (and sequel), Terraria, Transistor, Vampire Survivors, Hades, Oxenfree 1+2, Slay the Spire, Little Misfortune, Detention, Legend of Zelda, Geometry Dash, Norco

Podcasts: Malevolent, The Magnus Archives, Old Gods of Appalachia, the Silt Verses

Hobbies/interests: Magic the Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons (and PF2e), hiking, walks in nature, music, podcasts, Norse mythology, eldritch horror, writing, reading, pirates, the Salem witch trials, birds and plants

Music: MGMT, King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Tame Impala, Ween, Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Marina, The Amazing Devil, Fish in a Birdcage, Half Alive, AJR, Will Wood, Tally Hall, Cosmo Sheldrake, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, SEATBELTS, SKÁLD

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f4nd0m-fun · 6 months

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I keep coming up with cryptid!Batfam ideas, and @hallowsden is a very helpful coconspirator.

This is the Hell-touched AU

Constantine paused as the figure coalesced into a human shape, though his magic sight was privy to the multitude of eyes and shadows that stretched as far as he could see. "Bloody hell," he muttered, pulling out a cigarette, only to pause as several eyes bore into him, shadows slinking over, refusing to let him light the smoke.

"Perhaps I should have brought the swear jar." While the voice seemed normal at its most audible point, there was echoes and screeches buried beneath the words.

Before John could finish processing the jar comment, Batman stepped fourth and spoke in some language not of earth.

Constantine may have been magically versed in many languages but even he could only catch a few words, one of which angled somewhere towards 'caregiver'.

"Bats?"

"Not now, Clark." Part of his words dipped into the incomprehensible tongue, almost an overlay before he cleared his throat. "An issue has come up in Gotham, I am needed."

Gotham... somewhere the hellblazer refused to step foot in, the land reeking of sulfur and rotting magic, the air stagnant with pain and hopelessness, a city chained by greed and insanity.

The monstrosity's form layered over itself and Batman, before the two were gone with hardly a sound, no hint but the lingering scent and magic showcasing that they had ever stood in the room.

John shuddered and finally lit his cigarette. "Bloody Gothamites, the whole lot is cursed."

In this AU, Gotham is a part of hell, whether it was originally so and rose to the mortal realm, or because of the demon chained to its land - Lady Gotham. Whatever the reason, curses run rampant, and Lady was already weakened by being forced into the mortal realm. Because of this, she cannot do much, but nearly everyone in Gotham is demon-touched in some manner, but some also have inklings of being angrl-touched, some more than others.

The Waynes and Kanes are among the most hell-touched due to their long lineage in Gotham, but there are those Gotham tries to welcome with open arms and, in doing so, warps them to be more demonic than they should be as a newcomer. This does not always turn out well, as the chains on her limit her control

Some who are hell-touched have demonic traits, usually very minor and easy enough to excuse as meta traits if anyone ever asks. Others have much stronger traits, and there's the lucky ones who can morph their form, though they will never fully lose the traits of their demon-blood.

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Alfred seems the epitome of a normal butler from the outside, until you realize how unflappable he was towards Gotham's chaos, or hear his tales of being a veteran in years long gone. Perhaps he's yet another demon, right? But no, not even that fits him. And perhaps you'll never be privy to the full truth, but the Waynes and Gotham herself know. Alfred is no mere demon, he is eldritch, from before the world was even a speck in the Creator's eye. And while the children are physically fighting for Gotham, he is there for them, but he is also there for Gotham, spiritually untangling what he can from her.

Bruce Wayne's appearance doesn't seem to relay his ancestry as much as one might think, but his fangs and claws are clear for any to see, as well a his piercing blue eyes, glowing life sulfur flames amidst a backdrop of black sclera. Batman, on the other hand, has stiffly curving horns arcing over his head, leathery bat wings and a sturdy tail, with digitigrade legs and talons, perfect for scaring enemies or for carrying what appears to be his young.

Dick Grayson was never truly one of Gotham's. She certainly granted him care and consideration and treated him as kindly as her curses would let her, but he was never able to accept more than the slightest blessings, if they could be considered as such. He never learned to fly like Batman did, but he became faster and stronger, his only visible demonic traits being nails and teeth slightly sharpened. Even so, he put forth as much effort as the rest of the colony, doing his utmost to help anyone he could.

Barbara may have lost her ability to walk, but that doesn't mean she's defenseless. She still has her claws and horns, and a unique affinity for technology that she's worked hard to hone after what happened to her.

Jason Todd had wings too small for much more than gliding, but his autumn rich curls hid the beginnings of majestic horns, his pale blue eyes shining with a hope few in Gotham could muster. But Robin had augments to his wings, enabling short flight to follow his mentor, at least until his grounding. Gotham could not let go of him for long, and dragged him back herself, but failed to do so completely, watching him be whisked away by Talia. Red Hood never regained his wings, not fully, more bone than flesh, what few feathers left struggling not to fall off. Pain arcs through his body from time to time, but he has a duty to Gotham and her people, one he would willingly choose any day. As for his pit rage, it is the equivalent of eating something you cannot process, as his system already had its fill of demonic energy from Gotham.

Tim Drake was born in Gotham, but his family's adventures dragged him throughout the world until the tender preteens. Before that only, he had been loosely tutored on the travels, but now his parents had deemed public school of importance, and also thought he could help organize their collections when he was not learning. One night, while cleaning up a gallery, he found an artifact he apparently had not put away yet, a statue that Catwoman would find quite fascinating. Upon interacting with it, pain ricocheted through him. When it finally stopped, his form had been twisted. For anyone else the statue would have merely given one the abilities of a cat, perhaps a curse to go with them, but his supernatural features were malleable enough for the power to take advantage of, turning him into a human feline. Eventually, he went to join Batman as Stray, knowing he needed a Robin but not wishing to take the name on himself. Many rogues seemed to think him a child of Batman and Catwoman, and they oft went uncorrected. He likes to perch on his family.

Cassandra is demon-touched primarily through the league and proximity to the pits, but nothing strong enough to truly take root until Gotham welcomed her to her new home. While her features are limited to black sclera and not much else, she is strongest in the ability department, able to literally move through shadows and hide in them at will, though she cannot speak while doing so and it can be hard watching for a shadow signing. Due to her past and being hell-touched, she is a bit stronger than Dick, though not as physically strong as those who grew up in Gotham.

Duke is more angel-touched than the others are, resulting in the enhanced strength of his light abilities and visions. That doesn't mean there isn't demon in him though, it just showcases itself more quietly.

Stephanie may very well have the sharpest claws and fangs of the family, but her razor wit is one of her best attacks depending on who you ask. Her and Cass sometimes seem joined at the hip, and, while their styles are somewhat opposite, they work quite well together.

Damien was created with the blood of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul, grown in a Lazarus Womb. He looks like a tiefling, with skin dark like Talia but tinted the slightest bit red like his father, burning green eyes like Talia but black sclera like Bruce, and the very same Wayne horns and talons that dominate the generations. He does not have wings and it seems unlikely he will ever have them, but that does not stop him in his tracks.

#hell-touched au #Batfam au #Batman au #batfamily au #batfam #Batman #batfamily #demon-blood au #cryptid au #cryptid Batman #cryptid batfamily #cryptid batfam #cryptid

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gabessquishytum · 23 days

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Wandering jack of all trades Hob (minstrel, storyteller, bard, handyman) wanders in to a village that makes sacrifices to the Terrible & Great Spirit of the forest. Hob can hear the all caps, even tied up as he is to this altar.

It seems, so the village wouldn't have to sacrifice one of their own this time, they choose (secretly,,, to Hob anyway) to use Hob as this years sacrifice. They might feel sad about it, because Hob seems like a nice guy, but him or them.

Dream (or Great Forest Spirit, "terrible" seems a bit much) has decided to visit the towns that he protects. It been eons seemingly since he walked among humans and his sister poked at him for being so removed -- yes, even Eldritch spirits have family.

Dream has never rightly cared how the villages under his "protection" work to secure that protection -- honestly it's been ages since Dream even cared about such "formalities," but he's on walkabout right now and encountering all the village rituals.

Dream can't say he likes humans any more than he did before, but the mead and dancing rituals in his honor are nice....(he might give those villages a little extra zhuzh.). The villages that choose blood rituals are less fun, but Dream gets it.

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When Dream first got to this new village it seemed nice and he met another traveling visitor Hob, please call me Hob, who seemed to make it his mission to make Dream smile (and laugh) with his ludicrous "stories" and silly songs. Dream was not used to a human who wasn't off put by his natural weirdness. More over, Dream didn't sense any bad intentions from Hob, just interest in Dream. Dream was charmed, despite himself.

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Dream stepped away for like a minute (it was more like a month or two), and comes back to find Hob naked, tied to an altar, about to be sacrificed to, well, him.

Unacceptable.

Certainly, Hob was Dream's! But not in a stabby way.

Aalsjdjdshahaj I have this mental image of Dream just. Growing. Taller and taller and more eldritch by the second. The villagers are flattening themselves against the ground in fear. Hob is watching and trying not to be horny about it (he's still tied to the altar and he's only 90% sure that Dream isn't going to like. Eat him).

Eventually once he's been rescued, Hob is like "so you're the Great and Terrible Spirit, huh? That's kind of a fancy title. Am I still allowed to call you Dream?"

And Dream (still eldritch as fuck, around 8 feet tall with long claws and huge black eyes and teeth) leans down and regards Hob’s still naked form: "you are mine, and thus may call me whatever name you like."

Hob gives up trying not to be horny. It's not like he can hide anything from this awesome, beautiful creature anyway. God, he can't wait to write a ballad all about Dream.... with a verse specifically dedicated to his massive magical dick.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #i think hob and jaskier would be besties. and also probably fuckbuddies.

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alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice · 12 days

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You're Not Versed in Magic, Are You?

(A/N: Consider this an introduction to one of my BG3 OCs, though anyone who has followed my other works may recognize her as a reflavoring of another OC, longer post about her to come but for now enjoy a scene between a Warlock and a Wizard)

“You're not versed in magic, are you?"

The question from Gale comes as they're entering the druid’s grove, having dealt with the goblins at the gate. Lyra blinks, taking a moment to realize that Gale is speaking to her, then chuckles. “Of course I am. Did you miss me casting Eldritch Blast at that worg two minutes ago?"

“Oh, I do apologize, I meant to ask ‘are you studied in magic?’ Namely, ‘are you a wizard?’ which you are not."

Lyra feels both the heat of shame and anger rise to her cheeks, and pokes at the wizard's chest with an accusatory finger. “Alright listen here, I may not be a wizard but I'll not have you insult my studies! I'll have you know that before all this, I was studying arcane mathematics as a Quandrix student at Strixhaven academy! I was studying the very movements of the heavens and the impacts a mere degree of misalignment from the stars might have on various rituals! I was among the top in my class!”

Gale quickly realizes the error he made and holds his hands up in surrender. "My deepest apologies, I seem to have offended you. I certainly did not mean to cast aspersions on your intelligence or accomplishments, I merely have a, uh… delicate matter, of a specific nature, with which I would like to discuss with a fellow wizard. You had given me the impression for a moment that you were one."

Lyra’s anger subsides at his apology, but the shame is still there at the surface, which puts an extra bite in her voice. “I, I might have been, once, in another life, but you're right that I'm no wizard." She turns away from him.

"Your studies do sound most intriguing. I… I do hope I have not ruined my chance to discuss them with you?" He looks up, attention drawn to the fight between the mercenary and the paladin, which appears to have nearly come to blows. “Perhaps though, at a later, more opportune time."

Lyra runs up to them, quickly diffusing the situation with a charming smile. A few years ago she never could have imagined being so social, but the benefits of an archfey patron go beyond just having certain spells at her disposal.

She doesn't catch how Gale’s eyes are repeatedly drawn to her throughout the day.

#baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #alls fair creations #my bg3 oc #lyra the astronomer #oc lyra #weaving constellations

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mx-information · 10 months

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If you like I Am In Eskew and The Silt Verses, why not try the Ambergris trilogy? We’ve got:

Mushrooms

Like so many mushrooms

A fucked up river full of fucked up squid

Tons of eldritch body horror

Unstable and obsessive artists tapping into unnatural forces in an attempt to communicate something that cannot be easily described in words

Magic-powered hell capitalism

Feuding historians

“I never lose my sense of the city’s incomparable splendor — it’s love of rituals, its passion for music, its infinite capacity for the beautiful cruelty.”

Names to rival even the great Chuck Harm

Awful cities that have something intrinsically yet indescribably wrong with them

Strange and unknown horrors that are omnipresent but uneasily ignored because to acknowledge them directly is too frightening to consider

Many, many characters who are sopping wet, pathetic, and/or unhinged in variously sad yet endearing ways

”it’s the silt, man! The silt!”

#the silt verses #tsv #i am in eskew #ambergris #city of saints and madmen #shriek: an afterword #finch

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darthstitch · 1 year

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Look.

It is not the Many-Tentacled Lovecraftian Eldritch Abominable Thing's fault that tonight's nightmare had a certain flavor of... cuteness.

The goal for tonight was to induce that nameless, awe-inspiring, near-madness inducing terror that only cosmic horror could bring. It would have inspired the dreamer, who happened to be a horror writer of some note, to begin that very interesting, best-selling novel that would be the talk of the year and earn itself a few awards.

In fact, the dreamer goggled at the black-haired, blue-eyed baby that the Many-Tentacled Thing was cuddling in two of its tentacles.

Oliver, the little Prince of the Dreaming, burbled a greeting. A pudgy hand waved hello. He also tried to impart some words of inspiration, much like his Papa would, but the dreamer was not well-versed in a nine month old's vocabulary of babbles.

The dreamer woke up. Bemused. Bewildered. But still inspired. He would still write a suitably terrifying novel, but one of his protagonists was a magical black-haired, blue-eyed baby boy.

Oliver's Dada was quite confused when his son was clearly demanding that he buy a certain horror novel. "I think you're a bit too young for this, m'lad. Let's get something else instead."

This caused Oliver's first Official Tantrum, which had surprised his Dada, as he was such a little bundle of good nature and was often described by his parents' students as a "sunshine goth baby." This was only sorted out when Papa ruefully explained what had happened.

Dada's brain broke a little bit at that but he was, in the end, terribly amused at this early proof of how much chaos His Tiny Darkness, Oliver Robyn Gadling, Prince of the Dreaming, could bring.

-end-

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #oliver robyn gadling #accidental baby acquisition #humor #i crack what i want #look oliver wants to do what papa does #he is also the little prince of stories #so he's helping to inspire them #shhh nobody tell neil

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 9 months

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I feel like miraculous will just do the most bare bones use of the Multiverse with evil heroes and good villains, Miraculous is a Franchise in which the multiverse is a great idea

They’ll probably just make say “they’ve always been evil” without making a explanation of why Hawkmoth is good and the Duo are bad, imagine if they gave the Re-verse a cool backstory like “marinette parents died in a accident and she became the worlds youngest top criminal which discovered about the miraculous, she stole the Ladybug and cat miraculous but master fu misinformed her about which miraculous granted the wish and instead making her go after the two miraculous Master Fu knows nothing, the butterfly and Peacock miraculous, and so Ladybug rampages trough paris trying to get her hands on the miraculous and even discovering Adrien agreste is a sentimonster in her pursuit for the Peacock miraculous making him he’s pawn which will use the cat miraculous [see that play of words? Paw-Pawn?] and Gabriel agreste has to fight Ladybug and save not only the world and the miraculous but also he’s son” but I doubt they’ll do that

Heck with the obvious Spider-verse inspiration I would have wished they would have gone through actually interesting Universes

Post apocalyptic universe in which the akumatized villain are like zombies and only the miraculous users are inmune

A world in which Queen bee got her redemption arc

A world in which Marinette got the butterfly miraculous (a fan favorite)

A world in which Marinette had the bee miraculous and Chloe the ladybug (scarlet lady reference?!)

A world in which Adrien is a Healthy teen with a happy family and nothing went wrong and nothing of the super hero related events of the series happen

A world in which the kwamis are evil and the Duo has to fight the eldritch monsters trying to take over their body’s meanwhile they try to find who is the poor man being used has a puppet by Nooroo which is trying to free the other kwamis to end the world

Chat blanc universe

A super futuristic world in which magic is dying and the villain is the order of the miraculous trying to resurrect magic even if that comes to a high price so they can keep existing and have meaning on their lives since they wasted hundreds of decades of their lives guarding the miraculous which will soon stop existing

A world in which humans don’t exist and instead the characters are creative monster designs

A world in which Marinette was bitten by a radioactive ladybug and Adrien has a eldritch horror alien goo named plagg which gives him super powers (yes like venom and Spider-Man)

A world in which Lila/Chloe and Marinette Swap places

The world of the movie!!! (which is very different from the series world might I mind you)

And the world of the comics (although the only difference I can remember is the American heroes and yes before you ask this is the comics the infamous Ghetto blaster came from)

There’s so many options yet I know they’ll only do the Evil universe trope instead of actually using the potential the world of miraculous has for parallel universes

You'd think for a special that seeks out to explore the multiverse, they'd do more than just your generic dystopian mirror universe where all the characters aren't made evil are part of some resistance faction judging from the trailer. There may be a chance that we'll get glimpses of other universes, but there's still going to be more focus on the "Re-Verse".

The idea of a world with Ladybug and Cat Noir being villains could work if you decided to focus on the circumstances that causes them to snap and turn to a life of crime (sort of like Spider-Carnage's backstory from the finale of the 90s Spider-Man cartoon), but given how the show handles the morality of its characters, there's a good chance that this universe's version of Ladybug and Cat Noir will just be evil for the sake of being evil. Either that, or the writers pull a cop-out and make them completely different characters, like Chloe and Lila.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #adrien agreste #cat noir #chat noir

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the-fluffy-folio · 10 months

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Scion of Magic - Tiny fiend, chaotic evil

The scion of magic – an otherworldly aficionado of wizardry and incantation; a visitor from a stranger plane unknown to even the most versed connoisseurs of peculiar beings. Pulled into the material plane alongside the likewise whimsical critter carnival, it immediately starts to absorb the eldritch energies of the feisty company it finds itself in. Eventually, the scion of magic feels sufficiently charged and wanders of – scheming and to put the evil thoughts that plague its eerie mind into action.

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#dnd5e #5e #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd monster #dnd creature #digital art #dungeons and drawings #dnd homebrew #worldbuilding #dnd community #dnd campaign #digital illustration #digital painting #ciritcal role #ttrpg #monster art #fantasy art #artists on tumblr

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I would love to see you write Alec courting Magnus warlock style vs Magnus courting Alec nephilim style

I think Magnus exploring those eldritch angel instincts and how that would translate over to gifts would be funny

Whereas Alec doing demonology research and warlock traditions bc Magnus is both a prince of hell and a high warlock needs to be taken into account

Honestly Alec being an heir and commander is important but being a leader is more important to him than being a lightwood, he'd become Alec bane in a heartbeat if given the choice!

tumblr ate this twice but i found it again and here we are! i hope you enjoy. this is in the hoarfrost kiss on lips aflame verse which is the cold!eldritch angel alec au

“I won’t be taking the Lightwood name.” Magnus remarks casually, because it’s something his boy needs to know, “or that awful ring you keep bringing by.”

Alexander freezes and sends him a pitiful pout, but from the gleam in his eye, Magnus doubts he’s actually surprised that Magnus doesn’t want the ring.

“That makes sense.” Alexander says slowly, nodding as he considers what Magnus said. “You hate my parents. They hate you, so I’ll take Bane.”

“Without the Lightwood?” Magnus asks, curious because he would have been fine if they’d kept their own names — even if the thought of Alexander belonging solely to him fills him with vicious glee.

“Magnus, I want to bond with you because I want the shadowworld to be forced to acknowledge how much I love you, what you mean to me. I’m hardly getting my point across if my name stays the same.” Alexander rolls his eyes, “if the clave wants to argue that I can’t be a commander because of my name, then that’s a fight I’m willing to have. I’m a leader, first Magnus. My parents may have intended me to be the perfect heir, but they pushed the responsibilities of an entire Institute on me from a young age. The Lightwood name will survive my departure and my Institute won’t care what name they serve as long as it’s still me giving the orders.”

“I adore how competent you are.” Magnus admits and he gives a wistful sigh as he cups Alexander’s face. “But it would be so much easier if you were just a pretty face I could chain to my bed.”

Alexander laughs, lips kissing Magnus’ thumb as they part for his joy.

“Magnus, you would be bored. You like the idea of how much of a challenge keeping me chained would be.”

“You wouldn’t just let me keep you?” Magnus asks, teasingly but with also a hint of a dare.

“As long as I’m a Commander, then I’ll be what I’m needed to be for the people I lead and protect. Ask me again if that ever changes.” Alexander tells him, a promise that Magnus tucks away, “and in the meantime, I don’t mind playing hard to keep.”

Magnus laughs, because Alexander surrenders himself in his entirety every time Magnus touches him and his boy wouldn’t know how to play hard if he tried.

“I’ll just have to learn to distract you better.” Magnus promises and he slyly uses magic to grip Alexander’s thighs and bind them to the bed as he kisses him. “But first, let me warm you up before you go, Alexander.”

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Magnus waits until Alexander is gone and then he sits, and he stares blankly at his hand.

Alexander is so nonchalant about how much he wants to bond with Magnus and Magnus didn’t consider how much he wanted that until being faced with it in person. To know that Alexander will take Magnus’ name, that Alexander wants to be Magnus’ and be served under Magnus’ name, that his deeds will be added to Magnus’ name and not his family one.

It’s a deep and heady thrill, especially when Magnus knows how important names are to shadowhunters.

For Alexander to drop the name Lightwood for a non-nephilim name like Bane, when he’s the heir to such a prestigious family, it’s practically self-disownment.

It’s a way of putting Magnus into priority that could have been conveyed by the joining of their names but will ensure everyone knows how much Magnus means to Alexander.

“My darling Alexander,” Magnus murmurs as he runs his fingers over the warm indent left behind by his boy’s body, “whatever am I to do with you?”

He messages Ragnor, intending to find out just how to show a shadowhunter they belong to you, and you aren’t letting them go, and gets back an angry stack of books landing on his feet.

Magnus rolls his eyes; summons the long pipe he sometimes indulges in and lays out on his bed to smoke and peruse just how to stamp his claim all over Alexander.

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Alec stares at the books and piles of paper and he swallows down the last of a protein bar and activates a series of four runes that will help him maintain and organize the knowledge he’s looking for.

It takes three hours and he’s exhausted and worn by the end of it, but he has a place to start and as he stares at what warlocks consider to be highly valued courting gestures, he resigns himself to another long week. While intellectually, Alec knows that the shadowworld has extremely different cultures, he isn’t expecting the level of secrecy around higher ranked warlocks and their consorts. It means that the information he specifically needs is harder to find and that he’ll have to ask for help once he’s narrowed down his choices for gifts.

Which means Tessa, since she’s the only one of Magnus’ companions who owes Alec something and will respond to him favorably.

At least this week of research will be worth it; Alec thinks to himself as he slowly gets out his stele and his arrows and several pieces of platinum.

If Magnus doesn’t like the Lightwood ring, then Alec will just have to make him one, especially now that he’s realized how much warlocks invest into making courtship offers.

Which is fine. Alec’s not a warlock but nephilim have some similar customs, they’re just normally weaponry rather than jewelry.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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Our Flag Means Death

1. A Pirate Triptych (steddyhands, E, 82k) — When Ed turns into a monster and does some unspeakably cruel things, Izzy and Stede team up to turn him back into his old, gentler self and make him atone for what he's done. — finished ● losing my religion (i'm not my own) [Ed/Izzy, Spanish Jackie/Izzy, E, 9.5k] — The story of Izzy's relationship with Blackbeard, from their first meeting all the way until the birth of the Kraken. Izzy's POV ● it's beginning to get to me (no one knows what this fight's about) [Ed/Stede, pre Stede/Izzy, E, 24.6k] — Stede finds an unlikely ally in his quest to get Ed back. (It's Izzy.) Stede's POV. ● i don't know who i am (but now I know who i'm not) [Ed/Stede, Ed/Izzy, Ed/Stede/Izzy, E, 47.8k] — It's time for Ed to face the Kraken and take accountability for his actions. Ed's POV.

2. Three Men in a Boat (steddyhands, E) — a series for tying up loose ends from the Pirate Triptych and other steddyhands shenanigans. — unfinished ● love is a distant aroma at best (Stede/Izzy, rated E for the conversation subject, 3.4k) — a missing scene to chapter one of i don't know who i am (but now I know who i'm not) ● align my heart, my body, my mind (Ed/Stede/Izzy, E, 46.3k) — a follow-up to the Pirate Triptych, set a few years later. Mary and Doug go on a honeymoon, leaving the kids with Stede and his two not-quite-husbands. ● tell me we'll never get used to it (Ed/Izzy, E, 2.3k) — pre-Pirate Triptych. Ed enjoys pushing Izzy's boundaries. ● we make our choices and take what comes (Ed/Izzy, Ed/Stede, Stede/Izzy, Ed/Stede/Izzy, E) — ongoing — historical fantasy AU. Izzy is a famous assassin hired by the Badmintons to kill Queen Mary. Stede is the Queen's Protector (not because he's good at combat, it's just a shiny title he got because he saved her once) and friend. Edward is an eldritch deity who likes to mess with people and shares his magic with Izzy, helping him kill the Queen. But when Stede gets wrongly accused of regicide, Ed offers his powers to Stede as well, twisting the future until it brings Stede and Izzy together.

3. BBC (bellhands brainrot conglomerate) [Sam Bellamy/Izzy Hands, M to E] — a collection of various fics centred around the fine ship that is bellhands. — unfinished ● there's no me without you (Sam Bellamy/Izzy Hands, M, 8k) — Sam makes one more desperate attempt trying to convince Izzy to leave Blackbeard. Will it work this time? Sam's POV. ● a fable from broken things (Sam/Izzy, Ed/Stede, E, 24.8k) — In which the Revenge gets her mast broken in a storm, her captains have no choice but to stop at Hispaniola, run into Sam Bellamy, get invited for tea with him and Izzy, and realise that their relationship is really messy and strained in comparison to their hosts'. And when Izzy Hand's relationship seems healthier than yours, you know you've got some work to do. ● no one is born a hero (Sam/Izzy, E) — ongoing — modern au. Izzy gets dumped after seven years together with Ed and is not handling it well. so what are the chances of him not blowing it when Jackie introduces him to a man who seems to be tailor-made for him? Izzy's POV. ● someone has to leave first (Sam/Izzy, Ed/Izzy, background Ed/Stede, E, 11.1k) — Incubus Sam gets imprisoned by the British. Izzy teams up with Paul to save him. Edward, who's never shaken off the Kraken thing, is not happy about this double loyalty. ● call it courage (Sam/Izzy, E, 1.9k) — Sam asks to be choked during sex. Izzy is both turned on and terrified by the concept. ● leaning towards the sun (Sam/Izzy, E, 1.5k) — A very hard bike seat and a bumpy road leave Izzy embarrassingly hot and bothered. Thankfully, Sam is more than willing to help out with that.

4. vampire verse (Stede/Izzy, E) — a collection of loosely-connected one-shots. vampire!Izzy/human!Stede, post-season 1. — open ● drink me like a bottle of wine (Stede/Izzy, E, 2.8k) — Stede discovers that Izzy is a vampire and gets turned on by the ideas this gives him. Horny times ensue. ● a little broken, a little new (Stede/Izzy, E, 4.8k) — follow up to drink me like a bottle of wine; idiots in love (struggling to articulate their feelings).

5. birds of a feather (Calico Jack/Charles Vane, steddyhands, E) — everyone lives au, post-season 1, Calico Jack-centric. — unfinished ● blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) [Calico Jack/Charles Vane, E, 6.6k] — Jack survives the encounter with Ed and the Navy and starts a new life aboard the Ranger. His new captain turns out to be his kind of a freak.

● the forest is my cradle and it's where i'll die (Stede/Izzy, E, 2.9k) — Stede cuts some trees without making suitable offerings to the forest spirit, and now he has to pay for his crime. (Leshy!Izzy/human!Stede, inspired by Polish folklore.)

● landscape after cruelty (Hornigold/Izzy, one-sided Calico/Izzy, E, 1.6k) — Hornigold calls Jack to do the hard work for him while he sits back and enjoys the show.

● knives, singing for blood (Hornigold/Izzy, E, 1.8k) — When their navigator fucks up, Hornigold decides to take out his frustration on his favourite toy. Dead dove.

● you can call it anything (but that was love) (past Ed/Izzy, Ed/Stede, Sam/Izzy, M, 3.4k) — Izzy moved on. Ed thought he did.

● relax (we're in this together) [Jim/Izzy, E, 3.7k] — Jim helps Izzy work on his confidence after losing his leg.

● welcome to the new age (Ed/Stede/Izzy, E, 3.5k) — When they started this whole thing a year ago, Israel could only think of one rule for him and Stede — no romance.

● dangerous liaisons (Calico Jack/Charles Vane/Roach, E, 12.4k) — Roach gets a chance to do something about his crush on Jack.

● darkness, rewritten (Ed/Izzy, Ed/Stede/Izzy, T, 3.6k) — Ed & Izzy have a tender little moment together. post-season 2, everybody lives au.

● what holy men really mean when they speak of sin (Calico Jack/Charles Vane, E, 8.6k) — A priest and a sailor meet in a seedy bar in Saint-Malo. companion piece to we make our choices and take what comes

● pitch black, pale blue (Sam Bellamy/Izzy, Ed & Izzy, M, 6.6k) — after the Kraken nearly kills him, Izzy realises it's time to move on. post-s2ep06.

The Witcher

1. between the lines (Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Yennefer, M to E) — a series of short fics following the timeline of the novels — unfinished (on hiatus) ● on my knees and out of luck, I look up (Geralt/Jaskier, M, 3.6k) — Geralt rides into a small town in the middle of nowhere and finds Jaskier there. set post Shard of Ice. ● the wolf and the nightingale (Geralt/Jaskier, E, 2.5k) — Geralt discovers that he's not immune to Jaskier's charms and games. set during A Little Sacrifice. ● thief of fire (Geralt/Jaskier, G, 1.8k) — Jaskier writes a ballad and it comes true against all odds. set during Something More. ● verse. chorus. verse. (Geralt/Jaskier, E, 3.3k) — Geralt starts overthinking things because he feels guilty about the incident between Jaskier and Rience. set between The Blood of Elves and The Time of Contempt. ● when the world seems a dungeon (Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Yennefer, E, 3.9k) — Geralt feels guilty about leaving Jaskier for Yen, Jaskier is tired of this nonsense. set during The Time of Contempt.

2. a modern bestiary (Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Yennefer, M, T, E) — a modern au (characterisation based on the novels, not the games or the show) — unfinished (on hiatus) ● of witchers and men (Geralt/Jaskier, M, 5k) — Geralt sees a singer in trouble and simply has to help. Geralt's POV. ● basilisk's gaze (Geralt/Jaskier, T, 6k) — Geralt might not be a streetwise Hercules, but he makes Jaskier feel safe and calm, even when everything goes wrong. Jaskier's POV. ● and the djinni said (Geralt/Yennefer, E, 3k) — He came to her with Jaskier's blessing. Yen's POV.

Dishonored

Children of the Many-Eyed God (Geoff Curnow/Slackjaw, Kirin Jindosh/Alexandria Hypathia, Daud/Thomas, M) — Slackjaw as the long-lost Prince of Tyvia, Geoff as the Prince Consort, Kirin as the Royal Inventor, Alexandria as the Royal Physician, Daud & Thomas as Spymasters, with a hearty side of worldbuilding and a brand new Tyvian god. — unfinished ● The Prince, the Guard, and the Many-Eyed God (Geoff Curnow/Slackjaw, M, 54.7k) — The Old Gods of Tyvia choose strange paths for their children. Slackjaw's path leads from the criminal underworld of Dunwall, into the arms of a Watchman, and to the throne that is rightfully his. ● The Heart of a Dead Thing (Kirin Jindosh/Alexandria Hypatia, M, 59.3k) — He's a refugee, an addict, an Academy dropout, a wayward child of his god. He's a loyal servant to his Prince, Tyvia's future Royal Inventor, the brightest mind of the Empire. He's young, and he's learning and refuses to let other people define him when he cannot yet define himself. (a.k.a. the redemption arc Kirin deserved) ● Sea of Regret, Knife of Redemption (Daud/Thomas, M) — ongoing — Daud and Thomas, the Royal Spymasters of Tyvia and Wei-Ghon, team up with Billie to save Sokolov and solve the mystery of Delilah's escape from the Void. The Many-Eyed Bird might be willing to help, too. (think Dishonored 2, but Daud is the protagonist and Jindosh & Hypatia work against Delilah and her her circle.)

American Gods

● A Little Prayer (The Jinn | Ifrit/Salim, T, >1k) — a fluffy little reunion fic set post-season 1

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Decided to go the traditional rough sketch route when it came to getting some tulum “wake up” visuals out of my head mm wanting to get better at depictions of that exposed muscle and parts of mummified scalp with thin hair remnants regrowing >:Tc LOVED drawing out the bat girl Alex for the first time tho, very fun design to play around with

Notes of interest: Did not expect seeing such odd variety in coatimundi skull research especially when it came to length and tooth protrusion! Characters: Hyden and Alex @chocodile, Theo @kwillow Rambling prose context read below!:

Main gist: (keep in mind this is all limited to whats revealed so far about the shadow in main amaranthine verse so AU fun otherwise)

Group research expedition into some far off location with the hope of some leads into combating/eradicating The Shadow goop problem plaguing the world, courtesy of Hyden (most likely due to credible reports of it behaving uncharacteristically in one particular area and amassing consistently there over the years despite complete lack of population density that it would normally be voraciously seeking out to feed on). This eventually leads to the group winding up somewhere far underground (we’re talking Atlantis: The Lost Empire movie level montages of occasional dynamite use to unblock passages and paths that were assumed nonexistent until closer inspection). Until the expedition finally reaches a very well-sealed chamber (magically and physically) they decide to forcefully open and it appears to be much like an ancient tomb complete with decorations and murals.Obligatory cautious and eerie exploratory sequence that obviously leads into a raised focal point of the room, a stone-carved container structure complete w/ heavy stone well cap. Cue The Shadow goop absolutely bum-rushing into that chamber in overwhelming mass to the horror and subsequent confusion of the group, as its’ singular point of interest is breaching the stone-carved container.

Surprise! As everyone there already assumed, It’s a coffin! Bigger surprise!! Hey, wow, that’s weird The Shadow kind of looks like it’s reanimating whatever remains were in there!! Hello Tulum! :•) asjdlkasjda oof thanks to a thumb adjacent hotkey on my mouse I lost about 3 pages worth of writing here I did in explanation regarding Tulum, her situation, and why her circumstances probably aren’t technically a case of Necromancy among other detail oriented things I can’t be bothered to redo from scratch again right now. LMAO If you’re curious uh feel free to reach out or reply asking more about those details;;

tldr bad short read: Mega specific series of contractual magic spells by an ancient eldritch deity tied for use with a specific individual’s (Tulum) base DNA for stupidly rapid controlled cellular regeneration/tissue growth/grafting/healing etc without repercussions of rejection or body shock. Caveat is that it only works when there is immediate proximity to biologically appropriate building block material to be used to make flesh. (ie, people fodder or the shadow sure sucked up a surplus of donor folk parts that would work for that sort of thing, huh? )

But that doesn’t account for the concept of the soul necessary in the body (soul in this context = consciousness, collection of individual’s stacked memories/experiences, basically all the pivotal formation points that made that person themself)

So before all that fun biology specific magic, this ancient eldritch being involved with Tulum first and foremost has a not really repeatable by anyone but themself magic involved in the ownership and perpetuity of Tulum’s “”soul/spirit”” via power of what dominion they have.

While Tulum is a character inspired by a combination of various Mayan civilizations of differing locations, timelines, and beliefs; The paired OC with her I keep referring to as the eldritch being/deity is a reflection of that who is inspired by Maya Mythology, rituals, and deities (particularly The Descending or Diving God)

I just haven’t fleshed him out too well yet beyond some basics as I’m still mulling over how they get on with one another;; but there’s, definitely some good messed up romance build there i keep knee jerking back to.

#cw // horror-gore-ish??#amaranthine #mindoodles #tulum the coatimundi #alex the bat #theo #hyden #fanart

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