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ria-writes-stories · 5 months

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The enemy of my enemy is my friend

Genre: Character Focus. Action + Cotton + Glass Characters: Uzi and Cyn

Description: Who's the true villain?

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As the elevator fell into the depths of the secret labs Uzi easily tried to hold onto N as her arm was still healing, but the poor boy was so shocked from the sudden loss of his friend and everything else that has happened that night that all he could to was shake and look emptily at the ground, falling as well when the elevator began to fall, sure he warped his wings around Uzi to protect her but the impact was too harsh, and the light headed girl was sent off to dream land.

Uzi jumped to her feet immediately, she was in this hollow dark place, looking around beyond puzzled. "Whaaaaaat the hell…?" The angsty emo teen asked as she looked around her baffled. She was in the elevator just moments before. She was with N, and that…human. Uzi couldn't feel her body. She would look at her hands and even tried pinching them but nothing, it made no sense. Was she…? No! She had to pull herself together and snap out of it. Maybe she was asleep? Yeah, that had to be it! There was no other logical explication. She couldn't just…die like that, plus, her system would heal her right back, or better said the AS would…

The moment Uzi thought about the horrible program, a bright yellow light appeared behind her. She turned around to see something similar to what she saw in N and V's memories. These many camera eyes, connected to one body, with claws and everything else. Cyn.

"Oh. Would you look who is here? Care to join my tea party? Light sip." The figure said as the claws moved it's hand and head like a puppet, but there was something wrong, the eyes.. Cyn's visor was pitch black completely shut off.

"Why you robo-satan!" Uzi said as she raised her hand, her symbol appearing faintly before turning yellow and disappearing. The girl looked at her hand puzzled with a shocked expression on herself. "Giggle. Look at you. Trying to use my very own powers against me. How funny. I will have fun tormenting you. Maybe you'll be my new little puppet. Just like your mother. Giggle. Giggle. Devious giggle." As the creature spoke those wards into the far distance, a hologram of Uzi's mother played. Her face was numb, her hair was purple, but her eyes were a bright yellow.

Uzi stopped in her tracks as she looked at the scene with as much shock as when she saw that fake hologram of her father being torn to pecies. "M-mom?" The girl asked sadly as she looked at the hologram of her mother sorrowfully.

Uzi's breath began to get shaky as her body started to tremble, looking at her hands as her vision became blurrier and blurrier. "That's right. Stand still. It is time to kill you in your mind and take over it." The robotic voice said as it snapped it's claws slowly approaching Uzi.

Wait…her mind… HER MIND! Uzi was unconscious most likely, and they were in her mind. Meaning that she had the upper hand, if only she fought. She no longer had that awful magnet on her head. If only she would focus…

"Hahaha! Yes! Suck on that eldritch hollow spooky crab!" Uzi yelled excitedly as she noticed her magnetic-calibrated extremely powerful railgun in her hands, but when she raised her head her face dropped as a crab claw threw her off her feet as her railgun flew in the air, and of course, another crab claw crushed the railgun, right before it got red and exploded. Uzi covered her face with her arms to avoid being damaged, but she was untouched and unharmed as instead a robotic voice was heard spiralling as a loud thud of a huge metal hand dropped on the ground, and that is when Uzi realised that she couldn't possibly be hurt by her own imagination unless she wanted that, but she didn't, instead she wanted to get this damned curse of an abomination.

Uzi thought of something more effective since her railgun takes 30 minutes to charge and she didn't know how time flew here, and soon, she had twin laser guns in her hands and with a mischievous smile she pulled them out and shot towards the figure. "Ow! Ow! Solver of the absolute fabric get a grip!" The voice said as it whined over it's fallen hand before all the camera eyes widened in utter shock as it realized Uzi had new weapons, and soon enough it was hit by the laser beams.

The figure scowled in pain as it used the AS to throw back some of the laser beams, that Uzi easily avoided as if it was just a game. "And they said playing VR action games was a waste of time!" Uzi said with a wide confident smirk as she ran into the distance going around the AS, circling it as she continued to shoot at it. You'd think the AS would be faster and slippery like eldritch J was, but it seems that the fact that it had one tiny body attached to it, on the ground, instead of being able to be a full snake-crab-centipede crawling on walls , was a huge disadvantage for the seemingly all powerful entity.

Uzi noticed one thing very clearly tho…every time she shot towards the AS it covered it's body, Cyn. A plan began to form in Uzi's mind as she got a determined look on her face as she began to fall back, creating more distance between her and this thing as she shot at it relentlessly until her gun ran out of ammo, moment where she looked at her twin guns with a pouty face. "Awwww, really? Why did I have to think of this?! WOAH!" Uzi didn't get too much time to be angry with herself as a claw grabbed her from the back and flew her in the air, slamming her on the ground roughly. Oh she felt that alright. She felt that real well. She groaned from the immense shock that was sent into her body, probably causing a few components to move from their place, and then before she could even take in all of the pain she was slammed again, and again, and again.

Uzi coughed out some oil as she looked at the claw that slightly let her go just to go to her throat to try and snap it in half. Uzi caught the crab claw with her arms as she groaned from the struggle and effort she was putting in, as the sharp pincers of the claw dug into her hands causing her oil to pour out from these freshly made wounds as she groaned in pain, squeezing her eyes closed as she tried to focus only escaping this death grip instead of the pain.

"Hnnnngh- let, go, you cheap off brand CRAB CLAW!" Uzi shouted out angrily as she kicked the arm off of her with her legs as she pushed herself out of it's grasp as the claw immediately snapped strongly once her palms were off from it.

Uzi huffed as she sat up, holding her side in pain as multiple hands rose above her ready to strike, all going down, when suddenly a…white-yellow glitching AS symbol stopped all of them.

Uzi was beyond confused. Was the AS fighting against it's own self? That wouldn't make any sense.

"H-h-ello." A weak glitching voice said, and Uzi's attention was immediately drawn to the more fragile body part of this monstrous amalgamation. It's drone body or better said… Cyn. Her visor was on now, her eyes a pale white fading into yellow. The girl's hand stood extended shaking and trembling as it kept the symbols as best as it could.

"I w-w-on't be ab-ble to hold it for t-too l-l-o-o-ng. H-how is big brother N?" The girl asked with a faint smile as she looked at Uzi with bitter tears in it's eyes as Uzi only stared at her speechless. "I-I'm sorry for w-what happened to V-V-" the girl said weakly as her eyes glitched as if she was showing the symptoms of an awful illness, a terrible error, a wretched weed. "I-I miss h-him." The girl said as Uzi began to slowly step closer. She heard the faint creek of the robotic arms. Looking up she saw how weak the symbol was and that the hands were moving towards her in slow motion, moving slowly and with all their strengths as the yellow cameras stayed focus on Uzi solemnly.

Uzi held her sides in pain as she began to walk towards Cyn. "What…happened to you?" Uzi asked as the realisation of the situation settled into her bones. Cyn was the first AS user there was…so the AS rooted in her.

So much so that you couldn't see where she began and where she ended, all you could see were the awful pincers and camera eyes. She was dying, and the AS, like a parasite was going down with it's host, reason why it was looking for a new one. Nori wasn't anywhere to be seen, meaning either she was already gone or the AS failed to bury itself in her.

"I-I was thrown by my old o-owne-rs. I woke u-up but, I could not s-see. Only hear and f-feel. When I woke up my eyes, so did it." The girl said weakly as she looked at Uzi. The purple haired girl made her way to the maid, as the arms slowly followed after her like hungry snakes ready to jump on her and crush the life out of her with their jaws.

"I w-was happy for a while. With b-iggg-G brother N. But t-t-heeeEEn I l-os-ST control more and mMORE." The girl said as her voice cracked in her speech, and Uzi could see the pain on her face, the struggle she was going through just to answer Uzi's questions, to keep the AS at bay.

"Y-you can't let it w-wiN. P-please don't le-e-ET-t-T-t-T-t it win." The girl spoke as more tears rolled down her cheeks as she begged Uzi to escape herself and others like her from the horrible fate she ended up in. She felt the AS deeply melted with her very own core, she felt sick, weak, and she knew the AS was getting weaker too. It was getting more desperate, more hands on and less rational, this was the best time to attack at full force and rid of it.

"It hu-ur-rrrTs. Please make it stop. N. N. Big brother N make it Sto-O-OP!" The maid began to cry as she closed her eyes, her grip on the claws weakening more and more as they began to chase after Uzi as fast as they could, trying to break free from their imprisonment.

"End it. P-leASE! END IT! I DI-D-Nn-'T mEaN T-T-TO H-ur-R-RRrT ANY-OAAA-NE! " The girl shouted in pain as Uzi looked at her thrown off guard. She was just a girl. Just like her. A girl who had a family once. Who cared for those around her despite her pain. Just like her…

Uzi looked at the sight bitterly. This wasn't fair. But what other options were there? "Take care of b-big brother N for m-me ple-e-ase. T-tell him that I mi-i-Ss him. I really d-do." The girl said with a weak smile as the white of her eyes faded more and more, slowly being replaced by that sickening yellow color.

Uzi shook her head. If Cyn lost control now, who knows when she'll come back if she'll ever return and lend them a hand. Uzi rushed to her, reaching her hand out, but Cyn's hand fell to the side at once. The claws were free and immediately attacked Uzi.

Uzi gasped for air as she sat up. She couldn't hear a single sound around her and she couldn't even look around her. She just looked at the ground in sorrow. Cyn used to be a girl. Just like her. It wasn't fair. What happened to her wasn't fair. And seeing her like that, struggling to save someone despite the unimaginable pain she was going through didn't feel too different from Uzi getting herself to pass out from exhaustion and agonising misery to save N.

Cyn was nothing more and nothing else other than a puppet and the AS was pulling the strings, and yet, she fought against the strings. She wasn't unable to cut them, but she was able to loosen the ones around Uzi slightly, it may not seem much but it was more than enough. Uzi could have been gone in that very moment, but Cyn bought her… them more time to stop this madness and get answers. Cyn didn't own Uzi anything, but Uzi owned her everything. Just like V, Cyn has untrusted Uzi with N and his well being. While V might come back just like J, there was no saying if Cyn would or not wake up again after this. She didn't sacrifice herself. She didn't manage to save the ones she cared for, but she sacrificed the last drops of life that she had within her to save Uzi instead.

Now Uzi had to carry this flame on. She had to put an end to the AS. She had to carry on this battle, for everyone that passed away from it.

The end

#murder drones #murder drones uzi #uzi doorman #murder drones cyn #murder drones fanfiction #murder drones angst

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indigos-shits-and-giggles · 8 months

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💓💖💧☁️🌟✂️ for neptune?? sorry if that s too many i just Like The He

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

The few moments at the beginning of a play where all the lights in the theatre dim, leaving the stage as the only source of light in the entire room. Whether he's in said play or they're just in the audience, it always makes hymns heart race with pure exhilaration.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

HE IS VERY SHOWY. NOT SUBTLE IN THE SLIGHTEST. WHEN THEY FALL IN LOVE HY FALLS HARD AND IT IS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS FROM THE GIFTS OF (HANDMADE!!!) PAPER BLUE ROSES TO THE INSISTENCE OF HAVING NEAR DAILY TEA PARTIES TO EVEN ALL THE PHYSICAL TOUCH SUCH AS HAND HOLDING OR HAND KISSES OR HUGS. WHEN HE FALLS IN LOVE, EVERYONE AROUND THEM WILL PROBABLY KNOW.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Neptune doesn't really know what hy's going to do with his life. They barely have much of an idea of what hy's going to do next year, much less what he's gonna do when they're an adult. It isn't that hy doesn't WANT to live, it's that he doesn't really expect to. I mean, when you live in a town like Hatchetfield, you were raised by an eldritch horror that literally ended the world in one timeline, you start to learn not to plan for too long, not to want too much. Plus, there's always that creeping anxiety that maybe Pokey will abandon them, that hy'll do something wrong or do something to make him upset, and he... doesn't really know who they'd be without him, without the first person who ever bothered to care about hymn.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

One of Neptune's fondest memories (that don't involve Pokey) was when he was the ripe old age of six, being taught how to play the piano by their beloved Uncle Hidgens (who is hymns mom's eldest brother, by the way. And when I say eldest, I MEAN eldest). Young Neptune wasn't off-put by his uncle's more kooky mannerisms in the slightest, and that, combined with Pokey's influence, was what really helped get them into musical theatre.

That's sort of the only reason why hy bothers to be somewhat amicable with Emma and Paul. Even though they defied his father figure's plans multiple times in an alternate timeline, even though Paul DOESN'T like musicals, they still don't want to upset Hidgens by revealing that hy doesn't like his favourite student, or her boyfriend.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

Sometimes, he thinks about just how vast the universe is, and just how tiny everything they know is compared to the sprawling dark expanse that stretches out before hymn, and he can't help but feel like a tiny speck of dust lost in the cosmos. Other times, they gaze up at the night sky, soaks in every last brilliant, shining star with eyes wide with pure wonder, and hy's reminded of how much his eldritch friend loves them. Hy knows deep down in his heart that Pokey's love shines brighter than every star in the sky combined, and stretched farther than the vast, ever expanding universe. And they know hy is going to be okay.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Neptune is, obviously, a very codependent person. I mean just looking at the way he clings to Pokey, and how much they hang onto his approval for support. Deep down, hy just wants to be wanted, to be truly cared about and heard, so even if someone is genuinely quite nasty to him, they'll probably still try to hold onto them if previously they'd been shown to care. The only way hy'd be able to instantly, truly let go of someone is if it's revealed that they don't like musicals, but people aren't usually inclined to admit that to hymn, honestly. Gee, I wonder why?

#neptune rayner #indigo's Hatchetfield ocs #jingle jangle

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autistrope · 3 months

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…So, I haven’t rambled about my OC playlists here. I do them both “Fits the Character in some Way” and “The Character would like this genre!” because I like making things unnecessarily hard for myself. I also make them strictly 1 hour and 30 minutes long (according to spotify).

some of them are my OCs, some of them are my Girlfriend’s OCs, most of them I try to spin a story out of the songs but it’d only make sense if you already knew the character and what they did in both their own story’s canon and ‘Displacement’ canon (basically an excuse we both made for all of them, magic past, technical futures, and completely different timelines and worlds, to crossover) which i don’t usually talk about them online because I can’t draw and I think people would rip me apart for it asdkjnekajndkajnddkj

…not all OCs listen to music that I like, making this a bit finicky, that and spotify likes to remove songs sometimes which is annoying because I can’t keep going back and changing it!…

Anyways, Links (in the titles) and Descriptors below the cut!!

🔮💚Bewitched🩸🏵️

An Anti-Folk/Folksy playlist for a terminally ill elven mage who has no real ability to talk to others without her severe anxieties getting in the way. Ends up summoning something she really shouldn’t have.

(One of mine)

💡🛟Catharsis🫧💭

Kawaii EDM/Future Bass songs for the little therapy bot that could! Unbeknownst to him, both he and his creator will become a major point in history for Constructs everywhere.

(One of My Girlfriend’s)

🤡🌈 Confetti 🍭🤹‍♀️

A Circus Music Playlist for a genuinely friendly alien clown who loves to make cotton candy art, who ends up finding more people like her thanks to a homeless wanderer… even if they aren’t clowns like herself!

(One of mine)

🔥🌺Debauchery🦑🍺

A bunch of more rebellious rock/punk songs for a genuinely deplorable magic user who while being known for starting both parties and riots at every tavern, has broken so many laws in her desire for “Freedom” that people start to take notice…

(One of Mine, Unfortunately)

🐓🪢Depersonalized🧿🍲

More Vintage feeling tracks for a chicken rancher who tries her hardest in the face of adversities, such as her parents passing too soon, her brother becoming a murderer, and eventually her own mental health.

(One of Mine)

📔👁Discipline⌛️📻

An Electro Swing playlist for a Robot Construct History Teacher who’s (rightfully) developed some serious trust issues after everything that’s happened to him.

(One of My Girlfriend’s)

🍆🍑Eroticism🍒🍇

Psychedelic Trance for an Eldritch Entity taking on the form of a tentacle monster that eventually reshapes everything in it’s own image just by giving people what they want…

(Shared!)

📘🫖Etiquette📰💧

A playlist of Piano Pieces for a tea party loving woman who witnesses her sisters be taken from her far too young and, without outside help, may never recover from it.

(One of Mine)

🥁🦴Fermata💿🏁

A Ska Playlist for a Rudeboy Musichead who’s just as surprised as everyone else why he’s suddenly a skeleton despite previously existing in a world where that was thought to be a complete fantasy.

(Shared!)

🪄 🔳 Gramarye📓🌒

A Minimal Techno playlist for the exhausted royal mage who should have payed closer attention to their things before someone else got a hold of it.

(One of Mine)

🥃🍆Hedonism🪙🧚

Electro House for a drunken, party loving larcenist who would do anything for a chance to live a better life and get out of the criminal group he’s stuck with. (One of Mine)

👻🩸Hyperarousal🍒💀

Darksynth songs for an android sex worker who loves himself some horror movies! Was just having some playful fun himself before he discovered a collective that helps people like him.

(One of my girlfriend’s)

🫂🌙 Interactionism💫🦋

Mostly Neurohop and Neurohop adjacent songs for a lil guy who, despite how his species typically is, was raised to be so much softer by a member of a softer species.

(One of my girlfriend’s, but the species is mine.)

☕️⚰️Intermit🍹👿

A special playlist for a receptionist who has had e-fucking-nough.

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

🩸🔪 Juvenile ☠️🥪

a Nu-Metal playlist for an edgy boy with a much worse brother who, after escaping said brother, discovers that he might not exactly be as human as he thought through the help of a homeless man.

(One of Mine)

🔎💥Magnification👣💧

Indietronica for an aspiring dork detective who’s absolutely ecstatic about being brought to a world where a bunch of other more fantastical species have been suddenly brought, too… until he actually has a reason to try and ‘play’ detective…

(One of Mine)

🔸🔩 Malignance 🖥⚠️

Future Rock/Metal for an aggressive and unstable entity who is trying to understand and adapt to this suddenly far less life-or-death world inhabited by “Humans”.

(One of Mine)

💻👀Memetic🌚🏳

Filter/French House Songs for a… uniquely coded creature who studied the extinct species who invented the internet before everything goes downhill.

(One of Mine)

🥣💪Nurturing🚸👤

Mellow Gold/Soft Rock for a clumsy, definitely human caregiver who’s doing his best to help others despite having notable gaps in his own memory…

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

🎀🧁Premature🥀🪦

An odd mix of songs for a little girl who somehow woke up after being stabbed in the back by her own sister and vows to grow up to make sure people like her don’t get off scot free at any cost…

(One of Mine)

👽🪡Preservation👾🐁

a weird mix of funky breaks and weirdcore for an eccentric child who wants to be a taxidermist when he grows up, and discovers (much to his delight) that his best (and only) friend is secretly an alien!

(One of Mine)

🍻⛔️Protection🎯🍳

A Permanent Wave playlist for a Bartender keeping all of his secrets under his skin and most of his loved ones under the Pub itself, away from any prying eyes with hostile intentions.

(One of Mine)

💐📝Pseudonym🍵🥀

Cello pieces for a woman who wants to make her (pen) name known across every species for being the first author of her species to write thriller books here.

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

🖤 🍃Quixotic🔋🫥

A playlist of Angsty Soundcloud ‘Hyperpop’(?) for a dating simulation wondering where his ‘master’ disappeared to…

(One of Mine)

🖥 🐏Rootkit⚖️🎥

Acidcore for a vengeful hacker who’s discovered that her and everyone she’s ever known has a chip in their head, and wants to target whoever/whatever’s responsible…

(One of Mine)

🤪🧨Simulacra♟😈

Ragtime and Dixieland for a woman who’s (poorly and stereotypically) pretending to be ‘crazy’. So ‘crazy’, in fact, that she couldn’t have possibly done any calculated murders while stealing someone else’s identity! Not at all!

(One of Mine)

💉😈Stimulation🍄🔫

Industrial Metal for some scabby prick who’ll do anything for a fix, even convincing two teenage boys to steal for him in exchange for a place to stay. also he shouldn’t be trusted near woman fyi

…also he dies twice in the story this playlist is trying to tell heehee

(One of my Girlfriend’s)

💫🖌Supernova🪢🌟

Lo-Fi Jazzhop for a spray-painting stoner living in her buddy’s basement with a clown, a cat, and some british kid. Isn’t subtle with her love for all things space, which she believes might just be ‘home’…

(One of Mine)

🏹📓Valiance🕯🎮

Epicore for an archer who desperately wants to be the hero of not just her own story, but the story of the island! Has the skills for it, but having the personality of a golden retriever might get in the way of her dreams…

(One of Mine)

📸🍕Vignette🫀🐳

An Indie Rock playlist for a man who was kicked out of his house by his poor ol’ sister and is making ends meet with this fantastic device he had commissioned! What a swell and pleasant and innocent man!

(One of Mine)

🗺☕️ Wanderlust ☀️🛤

Rock songs for a homeless drifter who loves the earth and all of its rich cultures, but is secretly on a mission to rescue as many of his own… kind as he can…!

(One of Mine)

…also, i am making more! :}

#If there’s any TWs I should tag please let me know! I’ve never made a post like this before.#Character playlist #character playlists #oc playlist #oc playlists #spotify #multi genre

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spinspoon · 10 months

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i love how my interpretation of the guide is like this chaotic good little no thoughts head empty dude who has a 50/50 chance of having like a tea party with bunnies or committing great acts of terrorism on the weekends, loves organizing/cataloguing/ordering things and learning literally every fact about everything ever oh and is also a huge eldritch abomination sometimes

aka The Guy Ever

#spinspoon speaks #terraria #i take no criticism here /lh #also the cataloguing and facts thing is definitely not me projecting what are you talking about /lhj

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 2 years

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heyas! i'm your gifter for the tolkien secret santa :) just wondering if you've got any particular things you'd like to see; any favorite eldritch peredhel bits, especial character preferences, any hcs that are near & dear you'd like? (as vague or as broad as you feel like being! i have a few vague ideas cooking so far)

Hello! Sorry it took me a bit to answer this, I've been Sick this whole past week which put a bit of a damper on my holiday spirit lol.

I always use these event asks as a place to ramble and headcanon dump (here's last year's which might be useful? It has a bunch of headcanons on Doriath and Menegroth culture!) so I hope you find something that inspires or intrigues you, but no pressure to use anything! Also I Cannot Remember what specifically I put in my request, so apologies if any of this is repetitive.

I love worldbuilding and character building and generally making places and people feel alive in a very personal way. Good relationships and fluff in contrast to The Agonies Of The Plot are very much my general M.O. lol, and I tend to prefer my angst as hurt/comfort or bittersweet. I love love love the importance of choice and conscious decisions to the nature of Arda and its people. Sweet family domesticity is like crack to me.

One of my favorite parts about eldritch peredhil is taking these fairy-tale people Tolkien gives us and taking them to their logical extreme of magical Beings and Creatures while still being, you know, good, relatable characters. Fae vibes are top tier, always (circling the fairy-tale idea around!!), and some good animal-esque instincts and body language is just *chefs kiss*, whether as something lighthearted and silly (stupidly massive dilating cat eyes and bird courting instincts my beloveds) or more serious and dramatic (being a little possessive, for instance, hunting instincts, also getting Spooky when emotion runs high)

One thing which I have seen done well but is not my cup of tea is darker takes on this in relation to. Well. Relationships. It's important to me (for Beren/Luthien especially) that just because magic is involved it doesn't take away or minimize the choice of either party. Maybe they don't quite know what they're getting into, but it's more in a "Ah. My girlfriend is kinda nocturnal and doesn't always remember that I need sleep" way and not a love spell way, and that any possessive behavior is still healthy and agreed upon. Also related: they might not be perfect parents, but they try their bests and love their kid(s) and let them make their own choices and please Tolkien I need one mostly healthy and happy family in this legendarium let me have this just two-three generations is all I'm asking-

Ahem. Yeah. So I'd prefer something that isn't on the darker side for that lol. As for character preference, I'm happy reading about whoever! I do have a bias to the earlier generations of Melian's line (more concentrated Spooky!), but I love all the peredhil to pieces, I just haven't given them as much detailed thought, and haven't made up my mind on how some stuff is portrayed in my Arda, so go wild with whoever!

Some general headcanons: I love some good fluffy werewolf!Beren as seasoning after the undeath deal, I think he deserves headpats and belly rubs and also being able to full body shake out his wet fur to spray his wife and kid despite their protests <3

Luthien is so much to me honestly. I could go on for pages. She's mostly vegetarian, except for when she hunts down prey she kills with her teeth and eats raw. She's immutably human by her own choice and nature, she's incredibly inhuman via the same. She loves her parents, she hates her parents. She unfailingly adores the People she's chosen. If she'd adopted Turin his early life would have been much weirder but also much better because if anyone can dodge Morgoth's curse it's her. She makes me insane <3

Daeron is the greatest uncle ever and is super weird about everything (affectionate) and is permanently relegated to "Baby Brother" in Luthien's mind and vibes strangely well with Beren. He's little Dior's favorite person in the world because he travels so far east and comes back with awesome stories and taught him how to play instruments and gives him cool presents!

Beren & Luthien: What do you have there?

Dior: A knife! :D

Beren: NO!

(Luthien: We use our fangs and talons in this household sweetie

Beren, again: NO!!!)

Let's see... I've written a lot on Dior and Nimloth in other places, if you're interested in them, but! Because I will make everything end up ok even if it kills me! Dior technically counts as human in soul but by virtue of rules-lawyering and debating The Lord Of The Dead (and also being a thinly veiled trans allegory haha whoops I was oblivious) alongside Nimloth he gets to be reembodied and counted as an elf. E^2 1.0 are deemed too young to Choose but their parents are like "well they aren't getting any older being dead, reembody them with us and then they can make their Choice later" which to Namo's regret and amusement is perfectly valid logic

Speaking of Elured and Elurin. My dear, sweet, small children. My Frankenstein's monsters :)

Everything ends up fine by virtue of my "no permanent unhappy endings if we have them at all" agenda! But my take on their fate is that they end up pretty severely Changed by virtue of Doriath's ambient Maiarin Radiation And Not-Insignificant Sentience, turned into Something that lets That-Which-Used-To-Be-Elured&Elurin survive but as a fun, monstrous, eldritch cryptid! They end up dying probably because Doriath slowly drains of power as the Age moves on and lets them go- or maybe it's because Beleriand drowns, I don't really know, point being they're in Mandos and (mostly) themselves again and can now get therapy and reunions! I have many thoughts on them growing up in ~2nd Age Valinor and freaking the Amanyar out and being very frustrated that Elwing is the big sister now (until they finally get taller than her).

Elwing is all vibes and incoherent thoughts in my head. She's like 7 mental illnesses stacked in a feather-cloak. She deserves to go feral and bite stuff. She schedules mental breakdowns in her daily planner and abides by it to the minute while dressed up for brunch. She likes to scream for little-no particular reason in the same way that someone might idly use a fidget toy. I think she serves as a seagull mob boss and has a bunch of hitbirds to subtly and classily threaten to torment people with.

Elrond and Elros grew up in an apocalypse and came into their own in a post-apocalypse and they are simultaneously super weird and strangely well adjusted because of it. Elros settles into himself earlier, but Elrond fakes normalcy better. Also they have mary sue "everyone except the bad guys likes them" vibes.

So yeah that was my rambling, I'm so excited to see what you write!

#ask #my headcanons #peredhil

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inkdemonapologist · 3 years

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

Ep’s concept for Norman’s masquerade outfit (cheshire cat, OBVIOUSLY) was SO GOOD that we all just immediately declared it canon and also I had to draw it. ALSO THINGS AT THE MASQUERADE MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE GONE A BIT STRANGELY FOR HIM IN THE FINALE,

speaking of the finale, IVE GOT, A FEW OUT OF CONTEXT QUOTES, under the cut for interested parties!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Joey] *in the middle of magically tying himself to an eldritch artefact* Can I do something dramatic, because of that? [Henry] wHAT'S MORE DRAMATIC THAN TYING YOURSELF TO AN ELDRITCH ARTEFACT? [Joey] Can I hurry this along, by sacrificing some hit points to turn it into magic points? [GM] Oh, you're going to be doing that anyway. :)

[Joey] Time to fix EVERYTHING! Because I'm low enough sanity that I can't tell the difference between confidence and stupidity!

[Henry] We had a plan! And then Joey joey'd it!

[Jack] Jack just walks in with pizza, and everything's on fire. [Henry] Pete-za [Jack] “Jack would make this pun at Pete, definitely,” I say, googling the history of pizza in the US,

[Henry] *forlornly reviewing the disintegration of the plan so far* ....shoulda pushed a little harder...

[Sammy] It would be really funny... if Joey saw the sign at the last possible minute. Like, he's avoided it all this time, [Jack] That's it! That's how we stop him from doing the ritual! [Sammy] Just put the symbol in his face! [Jack] And then he'll be like "gee, doing a weird ritual sure is a great way to enjoy this party!"

[GM] The footsteps through the water stop, and then move in your direction! Peter is wondering how sure you are about this! [Jack] Not very!!! [Henry] (MARCO,)

[GM] And you soon see, a figure in the mist! [Joey] ...how big is it? [GM] It's normal person-sized, but-- [Jack] Is it normal person-SHAPED, [GM] Uhhh, most of it is! [everyone, nervously] hmMMMMMM,,,

[GM] Sanity check! People should not have trombone heads.

[Sammy] I have a question. If I knock out Joey... does he.... cease, this? [Jack] You knock Joey out, it counts as a miscast, you summon a mythos monster, [Sammy] It's Joey,

[Sammy] I just feel like there's not really a huge difference (in terms of blasphemy) between Joey having the stone, and the Yellow King having the stone, but Joey is easier to, like, defeat? [Jack] He's defeating himself! Right now!

[GM] You do feel... really weird. You feel like you've just poured a whole bunch of your, uh, physical and mental self into a rock! [Joey] cOOL,,,,, gOT A NEAT ROCK NOW...! [Sammy] Everyone keep Joey away from cool rocks, that's what I've learned.

[GM] We should probably jump back to Jack and Pete's, uh, Lake Date Mk. II? [Joey] (Shouldn't have eaten the crawfish)

[GM] *very sternly, to her cat* Okay, you need to stop playing with my dice, eating my food, and drinking my tea. It's not a lot to ask! [Henry] The Yellow King demands tribute. [GM] He's upset about this circle situation, it seems, [Sammy] I'm ALSO upset about this circle situation!!!

*discussing things Jack could throw into the water to make a distracting noise* [GM] Just need... a soup can, [Joey] Pull out your official JDS Can of Soup, everyone's carrying one, [Sammy] --that you always carry for emergencies-- exactly! [Joey] It's just to make sure Henry's fed, actually. Everyone has to carry one in case Henry becomes hungry around them. It's, it's the rules.

[GM] The trombone... thing, guy, person? does head towards the noise, though! [Sammy] (I'm so stressed out that he's going to drop his slide, I'm sorry,) [Sammy] (Like, if he's making noise and it's not all in one slide position, then it's probably unlocked, and it could just slide off, into the water!!) [Joey] I like how this is a thing that you are thinking of. [Jack] I feel like this guy has... bigger concerns! [Jack] Generally I feel like most musicians don't want their instruments, to become their head.

[GM] You can see the door now! It's, uh... very well lit. :) [Sammy] ...Thren. What's lighting the door.... [GM] Looks like a spotlight kinda deal? [Joey] H-hm. I was going to make a joke that there was a spotlight, but now, I'm worried,

[GM] And you see, a, uh, a taller boy! With a few lights coming off, but the brightest is coming from the head! Which looks... camera-shaped? Something like that? [Joey] *giggling delightedly* [GM] It looks familiar! :) [Jack] yEAH I THOUGHT YOU WOULD SAY THAT... [Joey] *more uncontrollable giggling in the background*

[Joey] Sorry, I'm still reeling, [Jack] You're.... reeling? [Sammy] *loud sighing*

[Jack] I'm trying to work out which of the skills on this character sheet "Befriend Projectionist" would come under!

[GM] And Henry is sprawled on the far side of the circle-- [Henry] Henry's dead, sorry.

[Jack] *looking at Joey's stat changes* Wow. Buddy. [Jack] ..... [Jack] Is this why he gets the wheelchair?

[Jack] It occurs to me that Joey might have to be quite persuasive if he wants to hire Norman as projectionist. [Sammy] Well I dunno what else Norman can do, right now!

[Joey] what if Joey tries to use the switching alliance spell on prophet... [Henry] JOEY?? Joey. [Joey] He can't do anything right now, don't worry about it. [Henry] I'm just trying to envision this! Are you going to make Sammy maniacally devoted to YOU?! [Joey] I mean, it's better than the Masked Messenger! [Jack] Is it...? [Joey] Yeah! Because at that point Joey can be like, "stop trying to sacrifice people, I don't want that!" [Jack] Yeah, and then Sammy will be like, oh, it's a TEST, from my NEW LORD!! [Jack] He's not gonna fall for these tricks, he's gonna sacrifice so many people, you're going to think he's the best prophet, [Jack] You're gonna give him SO many bottles of ink for this!

[Henry] Hey, y'all, should I do something stupid? [Sammy] I mean, everyone else has, so, feel free!

[GM] And Henry has 5 strength. [Jack] JACK CAN'T CARRY ALL OF YOU!!

[Joey] Henry's going to have a REAL hard time getting off the ground... I do believe that's a Strength check. [Henry] The floor is his friend! [Joey] Henry is here now. For the rest of the game. [Jack] I hate to break it to you. But the floor is flooding. [Henry] ...Uh, [Sammy] IM SURE THATS FINE

[Jack] At this point, freeing the family is not going to fix any current issues. [Henry] I don't know if Henry actually SUCCEEDED in expelling the Yellow King. Fowler might just get back up! [Sammy] Well if so, then we can do the family thing, but just, we don't need to pull them in and then be like, "Hi! Welcome to HELL," [Jack] I'm gonna be honest, I thought you were gonna say Chili's? [Joey] I was also waiting for Chili's.

[GM] He doesn't realise Peter's hurt, so he kinda pushes him aside, and Pete falls over. [Jack] *distressed* Jack's already holding a boy, he can't hold this many boys! [Jack] There's too many, he can't protect them!

[Henry] Henry's going to point to the thing, and-- [GM] Make a strength check! [Henry] mE? [Joey] To point! [Henry] *exasperated noises*

[Jack] I'm going to keep this out of a small child's reach, because it's a weird magical thing that small children should not be playing with! [Joey] (Or Joey) [Sammy] REDUNDANT!!!

[Sammy] I appreciate this small child who's like "eldritch artefact? DESTROY THAT!" [Joey] Admittedly, if you've been trapped in it for years, [Sammy] She's the most sensible person in this whole room! [Joey] She needs to be a protagonist.

[Bendy] You keep poppin' in and out, y'know? [Sammy] ...Yes, [Bendy] Maybe we could talk sometime; like, do this just to talk? And less stabbin'?

[Sammy] *whining* Henry's RIGHT there, he's SO sacrificable right now! [Sammy] I've been EYEING him this entire time! [GM] Just put a bow on him, why don't ya [Sammy] SERIOUSLY!!!

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #norman polk #when in doubt just keep drawing #since hes not in a cartoon world so much as the REALM OF AN ELDRITCH BEING BEYOND THE STARS i went with somethin closer to a real projector #everything went Really Well And Definitely According To Plan

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monster-bcrn · 3 years

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SPOOKY’S 100 FOLLOWER SHOUTOUT!

Okay for real this is the fastest growing blog I’ve ever had hehehe. Never expected Grundy to get this popular this quickly!

Freaking love this zombaby and I’m so glad y’all love him too! As promised, gonna shout out some fantabulous bloggos that helped get Grundy to where he is today. XD

@akasupergirl/ @azombieme (I FREAKING ADORE GRUNDY AND KARA AND LIV. I swear Grundy’s loyal to Kara like he was to Shayera and Jade and Liv is totally his baby sister and is gonna protect her from.....everything. :P

Even pigeons, because they’re legion.)

@thecatgoddessbast (A blast from the past! Glad to see you again after I rampaged and caused chaos as a certain deranged pincushion of a mushroom way back in the time before present. XD

Now I get to do that as a zombie. :D Win/win!)

@starcityvigilante (OLLIE. FFFFFF-okay for real I’m HYPED to plot wacky ideas with you. Grundy has a MASSIVE grudge against Green Arrow and I’m like......*push these two together* you both get along right now.)

@folcire (We literally just started talking and I’m loving your Ivy already! Can’t wait to see how Grundy grows to see her the more he talks to her because they’re both sassy plant people that way. XD)

@themartlans (FFFFFF-J’ONN. Everyone’s favorite green uncle :D I freaking adore him and I HATE how the most he ever interacted with Grundy was him being tossed into the bay. >_<

They really need to talk more, and MAN! That Injustice verse of yours is SICK. Definitely hyped for making Grundy into an insurgent and a good zombie instead of Supes’ lapdog.

( Look at this face....LOOK AT IT.)

@blackwingsbluedings (One of the best Dick Grayson’s out there and definitely loving seeing Grundy be less smash and more “......hug?” They both need hugs I swear.)

@marvelousdamsels (We haven’t talked much but I adore your muses and I just hope Grundy doesn’t come off as too weird or clingy.......wait.......that’s......literally Grundy.....

:D)

@theirfirstexperiment (GRUNDY ON A RAMPAGE YOOOOOO! Better run fast. XD)

@amazonexile/ @gothamprens/ @captainstevertrevor ( Freaking love your muses and I love seeing Diana and Bruce actually WANT to help Grundy. It’s too easy just beating on Grundy and I love seeing them actually bother to try to get to the gentler side of the Hulk’s crazy cousin. XD)

@justiceebound / @nighttfight ( *slams fist on the table* YOU ARE AWESOME! Your Shayera is awesome, your Bruce is a national treasure and I can’t wait to throw Grundy at Supes and Diana, because these guys need a big reconciliation thing after all the chaos from literal years of slugging it out.

And I LOVE it. >:D)

@ofamazonia

@theamazondiana (Both of you are AWESOME Wonder Women and MAN I love plotting ideas. I’m tired of seeing Diana being turned into too much of a warrior while negating her role as a peace-maker and y’all NAIL her kindness and wisdom and need to give everyone a chance. Freaking LOVE IT!)

@raininginkyxto (LOL I always love imagining Grundy in Marvel and now poor Weasel is kind of stuck with him. XD Man, if the Hulks meet Grundy then that poor bar is going to really get smashed.....)

@notatomo (GIANT. Man I loved that movie as a kid and I LOVE the subsequent giant robot and tiny kid works inspired from it (example being the CRIMINALLY under-appreciated Sentinel series by UDON.) Can’t wait to see what happens when Grundy talks more to someone bigger than him. XD)

@liminalstctic (GRUNDY HEARTS TINY GIRL. XD Yeah he’s trying his hardest to help her. ;A;)

@dolceclavier

@gobsnacc

@adrenalinesaint

@ninelivesruined

@yellowskinnedwackyman (CREEPER! I’ll forever ADORE these two butts because they’re team Tree Lobsters.)

@collidingxworlds/ @thecursedhellblazer (I. Love. Your. Constantine. I swear I have so much fun writing Grundy trying to get drunk (and failing) and learning to cuss up a storm while still being a mad lad ready to throw down with mega-zombies to protect his tiny friend.

DC, make this friendship canon or so help me Grodd...)

@chaosmultiverse (I love your Klarion so much! He’s so much fun! XD And Teekl for the epic win!)

@raichoose (Herbert West and Solomon Grundy? THAT aIN’T GOOD! D:>)

@gctjinxd (Freaking LOVE your Jinx! LOL how she manipulates Freeze and how Grundy isn’t even REMOTELY phased by her powers. Like he is TOUGH. Even bad luck won’t stop him.)

@killcrcroc (BIG BAD KILLER CROC! I love your Waylon and I adore how he has a collection of watches and that awesome suit. XD Croc definitely deserves more love since he’s much smarter than he looks, and tough enough to even get Grundy to back down in a serious fight.)

@babydxhl (Baby Doll is criminally underappreciated and I love how she’s the opposite to Grundy. She looks child-like but is very crafty, mature and knows how to get what she wants, while Grundy is physically strong and big enough to bully his way into anything he wants, but is very simple and child-like and would rather watch the birds. XD)

@theednygma (An awesome Ed Nygma and I love how Grundy is so unsure of everything yet still goes along for the ride as a support. XD)

@sleightlyoffhand (BUNNY MAN! Okay the idea of Josiah monching on carrots in Grundy’s pocket makes me smile so much. XD)

@thanagrian (BIRD-NOSE! Honestly every time I think of Grundy and Shayera I get the feels big time. These two definitely deserved more than just two episides to give them a unique friendship.

(I love that STAR Labs mission so much in Injustice. XD)

@the-arkham-librarian ( I love Eliza so much! She’s crafty, stubborn, sweet and kind and just cares about everyone so much when few don’t. Grundy grew so attached to her I swear she’s like his little sister at this point. XD And he’s totes the best uncle along with Eddie.)

@fatherdamned ( I LOVE YOUR RIDDLER OMG! He’s so snarky but man he is SO DAMN FUN to write with! Grundy is there for his green friend, no matter what!)

@fartemis-crockpot

( I freaking LOVE Artemis and Grundy, especially in the Injustice Society stuff. Yeah Grundy’s been a butt before but he genuinely likes and cares about her and the rest of the team and I’m like....

Look at these bunch of a-holes. Yeah they’re a family and even if they’re bad.....they’ve got each other. And that’s what counts. C:)

@powerhours/ @lastofmars (Green dad? Green dad. I love your J’onn so much and I’m like *throws Grundy at green dad* Here give this disaster some love. XD)

@gothamdad (YET ANOTHER AWESOME BATMAN. :D)

@redsleuthed (TIM! I love Tim and I swear these two should talk more because Grundy doesn’t WANT to fight and I think just letting someone hear him out would help him immensely.

Plus that stuff with Freeze? Poetic cinema.)

@themusespace

@12thlevel (On this blog we stan socially awkward green boi with angery grandpa genius mastermind. XD)

@pluckyingenue

@seekthedarknesswithin (SHADE! I love Shade in Justice League where he constantly throws Shade at everyone so you can imagine how excited I was to see Shade on Tumblr! We haven’t done much but man.....even Grundy was excited to see an old friend from the Injustice Society/ Injustice Gang.)

@youstolemycoat (Okay, hands down, Nick Necro is so much fun to plot with. His Robin verse is so fun too and poor Grundy tries to help but a certain birdy won’t let him. XD)

@ufotm (Tiny alien baby. :3)

@thetrigonborn

@kitfreeman

@partcfyouruniverse/ @diamondcladclown ( An awesome mun and my goodness her Harley is EPIC! I love the metas about Harley too and you just GET HER. And that????? Is the sign of an excellent writer and mun.)

@bigbadkillercroc ( I love your Croc and the brotherly bond he has with Grundy! It’s so refreshing to see these two bonding instead of Grundy tearing off Waylon’s face like he did in the Solomon Grundy mini-series. :C)

@blizzardmuses (I LOVE YOUR MUSES OMG. Your Batgirl?????? I ADORE HER. I love Freeze as a member of the Birds of Prey and I love tossing Grundy at your muses because the guy needs love and an excuse to smash.....and I really love both lol.)

@starfirechan (You’re Starfire is so freaking CUTE! I love how she and Grundy get along so well since they’re kind of two misfits that aren’t very well-versed in city life. XD)

@gotham-crusader/ @maximummuses (One of the best Batman and Damian Wayne RPers out there! I have a lot of fun with our threads and even if they fizzle out there is so much heart to them that they’re some of my absolute favorites no matter what muse I put on. C:)

@teufortsquidman (PRAWN! Okay, a giant mega-zombie and an Eldritch abomination? Yeah they’re gonna be good pals lol. XD)

@tragedybcrn (Hands down one of the BEST Batman RPers I’ve talked to and plotted with. I love how Bruce helps Freeze and even Grundy try to be better than just crooks. Grundy though has had so many bad experiences that he can’t trust anyone anymore unless there is some SERIOUS help. But he’ll learn to at least try to trust Batman.....because Batman was genuinely nice to him.)

@krygothite ( I freaking LOVE your Bane! We haven’t written much but FFFFF0yeah he’s epic. XD And Grundy is kind of nervous about bringing Bane to Slaughter Swamp because Bane is tough but not kaiju-sized gators and snakes tough....

Or....maybe he is.....let’s test him. >:D)

@batvvmn

@redwinefangs (VAmpire Batman? Vampire Batman. We have an epic trifecta of vampire Bats, Freezy-wolf and zombaby Grundy and I LOVE it. These three are so much fun to plit ideas around. XD)

@bclaur

@stcrshnes

@titanicscionofthestars ( I freaking LOVE Sara! All across my blogs I love her and the way you write her! And I swear her reaction to Grundy being impaled????? MY HEART. ;A;)

@jcinthedance (JERVIS! Okat for real I love the image of Hatter and Grundy just enjoying a tea party at the asylum and being weird dorks. XD)

@adventurepunks (I absolutelky LOVE your Zatanna! She’s so fun and I’d love to plot more with her! :D)

@shesquiinnsane

@laughter-in-white (YOU????? Are??? Like the BEST Joker. Hands down. Your Croptop J is so much fun to plot with and he’s funny and being dramatic for Bats. And Grundy is like ‘yeah he’s crazy but he’s my crazy.’)

@yourfavoritesidekick

@smartvulpix (* glomps on you for being epic*)

@thehouseofivo (Your Freeze and Julian are AWESOME! Love throwing my guys at them both lol)

@lil-miss-romano

@sweet-tea-solly

@slauhter

@occultsleuth

@wiisectrpillar

@wonderlandcarpenter

@gunborn

#Rave to the Grave (Out of Character)#TOOK ME HOUIRS BUT I DID IT #Even if I didn't mention you you are STILL VALID #Love you all!

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loveislattes · 4 years

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Take You Away (DarkXGN/AFAB!Reader) Chapter 1

Commission prompt:

Dark/afab gn!reader: the reader is naturally submissive with a praise kink to end all praise kinks—dark likes to fluster & tease the reader with praise until all they can do is whine and whimper needily? Mixed with- DarkxReader- Dark is a mythical, eldritch, being who lures curious souls into his forest. Similar to InfelixXReader.

Alright, if you know my writing by now, you know I almost always gotta come up with a back story. So this first chapter is all world building and fluff.

Only warning for this first chapter is it talks about the death of a grandparent.

@underthedark13

@moriimae

@oi-fischfuck

@beck384

@book-of-roses

@therealcap

It was fitting, empathetic almost really. Grandma had cried herself practically empty and so the clouds above were drizzling their own tears for the family. A melancholic smile turned your lips up the slightest bit as you watched your grandma get up from her second home in the dirt of the small garden, wiping her hands clean on her old apron. It wasn’t until you realized she was going to attempt to carry the over-filled basket of vegetables that you finally sprung into action.

“Hey, why don’t you let me carry that?” you offered gently.

At first, you thought she was going to refuse your offer, that familiar stubborn look coming into her eyes until she relented with a sigh.

“I suppose,” she grumbled.

After handing off the basket, she took a few of the potatoes and carrots off the top.

You offered her a grand smile and said, “It’s the least I can do after lazing around and just watching you do all the actual hard work.”

“Yeah yeah.”

She waved you off and started toward the back door but not before you spotted the little grin she now had. It felt like a victory of epic proportions after how down everyone had been the past few days. The toll of your grandpa’s death had dealt a mighty blow, which is why you were staying an extra week at home with her. Not that you minded. You needed the break from work and it had been a long time since you’d seen her in person.

“You coming or not, child?” she chastised warmly from the doorway.

Chuckling and giving her a little shrug, you replied, “Yep, sorry! Got lost in my thoughts.”

It amused you to no end that, despite being over eighteen for however long, she still called you child just like when you stood at her knee height. Some things never changed. Just like how she stood at that same spot every night to cut up the ingredients for supper, and how she always kept her coffee mug just a little too close to the edge for your liking.

Setting the basket on the floor by the pantry, you slowly worked to get all the vegetables put away while listening to the steady chopping of the knife on the board and the gentle sound of her humming. The instant you were finished, you joined her at the counter.

“Uh-uh. You know I love you dearly, child, but you’ve been clucking around me like a mother hen all day. You and I both need a break. Leave me to do my work and go get some fresh air. Maybe go see if that Walmart boy you used to like so much remembers you.”

At the mention of your middle school crush, the Walmart greeter who was at least a generation older than you, you barely managed to hold in a cringe-laced groan.

“Uh, no thanks. I’m good on that front,” you muttered, rapping your knuckles on the counter rhythmically, “But I’ll find something to do.”

Before you had even finished the sentence, you knew exactly where you were going. You’d been dying to explore the woods outside the house since the day after the funeral but didn’t want to leave your grandma alone too soon. You’d spent most of your summers there as a kid until your parents stopped bringing you here.

“Go. Have fun. Act like the young adult you are and get into a little mischief. Not too much though!”

You slipped your jacket on and called out a reminder to your grandma that you were only a phone call away before running out the door. You noted, thankfully, that the slow drizzle from before had lightened up even more into a sparse sprinkle so you had the option of keeping your hood down. As your feet moved towards the familiar path through the back gate, your mind began to wander.

You knew it was a stupid hope. It had been over a decade since you’d last visited, so logically you knew that the little meadow you had claimed as your own so long ago might not even exist anymore, but you just had to see. Every summer when you’d come to stay with your grandparents, you’d spend hours upon hours in the woods exploring. The plentiful greenery served to be your escape from reality. You imagined colonies of fairies and hollows of trolls, eternal life springs, and animated Ents. At the center of it all had been the one and only imaginary friend in your childhood; a man named Dark.

As you got older you realized there had to be some psychological reason you had imagined a distinguished eldritch being in the forest named Dark as your friend for many years but you never did figure out the reasoning.

“To be fair, my childhood wasn’t that great,” you muttered to yourself.

While contemplating the psychological impact a rough childhood might have on one’s psyche and emotional growth, you continued on the long-familiar path, somehow traipsing carefully around every root and limb with precise muscle memory that shouldn’t even exist.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Little Mx. Red has come to see me again after all this time?”

The sudden deep voice nearly sent you careening to the side out of pure shock and terror. Your eyes swept from the forest floor to the clearing you hadn’t even yet noticed in front of you. And there he sat, the perfectly imperfect being of your dreams, in the same delicately grown throne of vines and limbs that you remembered from so long ago. Just as stunning as the first day you’d seen him.

“Dark?” you asked warily.

A sly smirk parted his lips as he tipped his head your way.

“Mx. Red.”

As your brain fought your tongue to find some semblance of words, your eyes danced over him and soaked in every visible inch. You didn’t quite remember him being so… attractive. Then again, you were a child the last time you had seen him. With his pristine white suit and contrasting black shirt, he painted a portrait of class, but his unshaven face and messy black locks gave off the exact opposite vibe. It would almost be funny how human he looked if it weren’t for the fact you were utterly transfixed. When he suddenly lifted a wine glass to his lips and took a sip, it broke whatever spell you had been under.

“Wait, you remember me?” you finally asked in return.

“I remember everyone that I promise to save.”

A little bout of excitement and embarrassment wriggled through your gut uncomfortably as you thought back on everything you ever told him. So many secrets. Blown way out of proportion thanks to a child’s view on life.

“Yeah, about that. I thought some stupid stuff as a kid. I wasn’t really being treated as badly as it seemed, at least not as bad-”

At an inhuman speed, the eldritch being leaped from his throne and came to stand mere inches from you, interrupting your train of thought and forcing silence to blossom in the slight space between your bodies.

“Don’t. Do not compare your plights to others. Their pain does not lessen yours,” he demanded roughly, “Alas, you seem to have forgotten that I was able to see into your head and verify your fears.”

With the touch of his fingers to your temple, suddenly you were transported back a decade: Tiny little you standing face to face with the kneeling man whose face was screwed up in concern. The strange little twirl of magic that danced along your skin and billowed your hair around you. The exhilarating excitement of being allowed tea parties with playful imps and fairies. The twisting feeling of defeat when you’d have to leave at the end of each summer.

Your legs went weak beneath you and your stomach felt like it was dropped miles below as you were suddenly back in your adult body. You braced for impact with eyes shut tight only to be yanked into the firm planes of another’s body. Through process of elimination, your mind brilliantly deduced that the only person who could be holding you was Dark and immediately your face began to burn hot. You jerked away quickly and he relinquished his hold with grace but kept a steadying hand on your shoulder.

“My apologies,” he spoke softly, “Are you okay now?”

A little nod was all you could manage in return but that seemed enough to soothe his worries.

“It seems that it’s been long enough since I’ve looked into your mind that your body has built up a resistance.”

“That’s… interesting?” you murmured uncertainly, “It might also be the shock of discovering that you’re actually real and not a figment of my imagination.”

He watched as you shoved your hands into your pockets nervously but didn’t say anything in return. The weight of his eyes was heavy and built the intensity brewing in your belly to a boil. So many conflicting emotions were assaulting your mind and body that you physically couldn’t handle much more than staring back at him just the same. And at the same time, everything was suddenly serene, down to the muffled humming of the forest creatures around you.

You weren’t sure how long it had been before the first chirping ring of your phone went off but suddenly you were alerted to the fact that you were standing much closer than you had been originally, a trembling hand halfway up to his face. Said hand instantly shot into your jacket pocket and brought your cell to your face.

“Uhm, h-hello?” you answered meekly.

“Dinner’s almost done. You coming back soon?” your grandma asked, the sound of a pot lid banging in the background.

“Sure thing. Be there in a few,” you replied.

When you looked back up at Dark after shoving your phone away, you were surprised to find him with a little smile on his face.

“Go. I will be here when you return. I’m always here,” he coaxed.

You licked your lips nervously before giving him and slight nod and saying, “I’ll be back in the morning. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

#darkiplier x reader #darkiplier fanfiction #gender neutral reader #afab reader #fluff #world building #good stuff in chapter two

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peach-the-owl · 4 years

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New Friends (aka Meeting the Rest of the M9)

Child of the Nein (Mighty Nein & Child!Reader)

Jester

While on the road you had encountered a half-orc named Fjord who was headed to Rexxentrum, something about studying magic, you didn’t pay too much attention to the conversation until he asked about you. Jester explained how the two of you were travel buddies to a concerned looking Fjord, before long though he joined your small group, and about a week or so after that while on the Amber Road you three met Beau and together helped save a fisherman’s daughter from a vicious serpent. Well they saved her, you were mostly moral support and comforted the girl while the others took care of the giant snake. Come the next day the four of you now were looking to split the rewards when Jester caught sight of a stinky looking man and a halfling? You were going to join her but something much more entertaining caught your eye when the tavern doors slammed open and the most colorful tiefling you’ve seen struts in like he owned the place, advertising a circus no less. The tiefling approaches you and introduces himself as Mollymauk or just Molly, because now you were friends, you happily accept the flier for the show and go to show Jester asking if you could go. She of course agrees and by the looks of things everyone else you’ve met today seemed interested too. You couldn’t help but get this feeling that this was the start of something mighty.

Nott

On your travels to help hide from guards Nott had taught you how to speak halfling and had stolen some porcelain masks to hide your goblin identity. Unfortunately this still didn’t always work, but you did make a new friend out of one of your prison escapades, a man who went by the name Caleb. Nott had gotten aquatinted with him while you squeezed your way out of the cell to find a key or anything to pick the lock, after the successful escape it seemed you now had a new member to your little party. With this new companion came new and interesting ideas, the most recent being to head to Trostenwald and find people to "join", however just before you reach the town you get attacked by some gnolls, but are able to take care of them quickly. Well Nott and Caleb took care of them while you scurried out of range, still not great at the whole combat thing. You find yourself curled up between the two of them the next morning as they also stir awake and head down to start the day. Not long after finding a place to seat yourselves, the sound of coin hitting a table next to yours draws Nott's and your attention, you both start discussing how to get your hands on it with Caleb trying to interject. Your little talk gets the attention of the blue tiefling at the table who comes over and almost immediately comments on poor Calebs hygiene, the other two occupants of the table are now also interested and question you three, and if that wasn't exciting enough then the appearance of a colourful tiefling and a well built woman strutting into the tavern promoting a carnival sure was. You duck your head down to avoid any sort of confrontation and just wait for everything to settle down a little, when it finally does it seems your other two party members decided checking out this carnival would be a good idea. Maybe it was, it did sound fun and if you were being honest you kinda hoped to see those other individuals you met, but who knows what the future holds.

Caleb

Over the years of travel Caleb's grown to appreciate your presents, sure you still had the tendency to be annoying to him but otherwise you were a good listener. Whenever he’d get into trouble he made a plan that you’d keep your distance but follow them to the jail, Caleb would also lend you Frumpkin to keep you company and keep an eye on you. When you find the window to the cell Caleb's in, you'd give Frumpkin back as well as anything small and sharp to pick the locks with. On one particular escapade you had a new friend sharing the cell with Caleb, you handed the metal wire you found to him and he gave it to the goblin lady who was much better at picking locks then he was. When the two were finally out of jail you got to properly meet your new travel companion, Nott. When she realized you were apart of the little group she instantly went from defensive to protective of you, you found this kinda funny, not fully up understanding why she was like this. With someone else to talk to, you and Nott were already forming a new bond together. These new bond you were making would only grow once you reached Trostenwald, it was there you first encounter a bubbly blue tiefling who introduces herself as Jester. While Nott and Caleb "acquaint" themselves with the two Jester was with you talk with the tiefling a little more, the two of you form a fast friendship. To make matters more interesting a very flamboyant tiefling and mysterious looking woman soon stroll into the tavern, the former making their way towards you and Jester. He introduces himself as Mollymauk but asks you call him Molly, handing you both a flier to a circus that was in town before strutting off to the other patrons. You show the flier to Caleb and practically beg to go to see the show, he seems to cave after a bit and agrees, you clutch the flier to your chest with a big smile on your face. You couldn’t wait for tonight.

Caduceus

What started as a normal day truned into something much bigger then you’d ever expect when a group of adventurers showed up asking for assistance to bring back a fallen friend and save the others from a group known as the Iron Shepherds. The female firbolg with them, Nila was her name, asked for a hug when seeing Caduceus who happily accepted, when she noticed your presence she asked you the same question as well. You of course also agreed and the two of you shared a silent moment of understanding, as she held you tightly in a grip only a longing mother could provide and you returning the gesture, missing your own mothers embrace. After some tea, a demonstration of Caduceus' skills and Nila promising to have those of her tribe watch over the temple it was time to leave. At first everyone thought it best to leave you at the temple as they were headed to dangerous territory but Caduceus put up the argument that the two of you were like a package deal and that you were skilled enough to hold your own, should the situation demand it. To your surprise they all seemed fine with this, except maybe Nila, and off you went following whatever path destiny had set you on.

Fjord

You were headed to Rexxentrum after Fjord discovered these newfound abilities he obtained, and let’s just say you your jaw dropped in awe the first time he fired an Eldritch Blast. While on the road you bumped into an excitable tiefling named Jester who decided to join you on your journey. After another week maybe, you sorta lost track of time on the road, you meet Beaureguard or Beau as she prefers. When it came to saving the daughter of that nice fisherman, you weren’t always good at remembering names, you stayed to the sidelines helping keep her and yourself out of the way while the others beat the giant snake to a pulp. Come the next day while splitting the rewards, Jester hobbles off to one of the nearby tables and acquaints herself with a shaggy looking man and a strange halfling woman. You go back to helping sort the reward, ignoring the stares of the strange halfling, what you couldn’t ignore was the appearance of a rainbow clad tiefling and their companion as they waltzed into the tavern. The tiefling walks over and introduces himself to you before handing you a flier, you accept the flier and chat with him a bit before he wonders to the next patron. You stare at the circus flier admiring the different colors and designs, having never been to one the flier alone captured your interest and you go to ask Fjord if you could check it out. After some thought he agrees as well as the others you’ve acquainted yourself to today. Tonight was going to be something magical, you could just feel it.

Beau

You’d noticed Beau acting more standoffish during training then usual, so you decide to do some digging and discover a letter from her parents explaining how they now had a son. Still a little confused you didn’t notice Beau enter her room until she questioned why you were invading her privacy. You in return questioned her about the letter and behaviour, it turned into a mini argument ending with Beau telling you she would be leaving tonight. Not wanting to be left without a teacher you decided you’d tag along, Beau refuses the idea but you were stubborn, guess her teaching method payed off for something. You played a little dirty saying she’d be abandoning you like your parents did, and that you could just tell the other monks. She was both pissed and impressed with your persuasion skills, mostly pissed though, but a part of her did feel grateful to have you come along. When the two of you reached the Amber Road after days of travel you encountered a half-orc named Fjord and a tiefling named (hilariously this got autocorrected to naked) Jester. The four of you soon after meeting a fisherman named Rinaldo who asked for the groups help to save his daughter from a giant serpent, this being your first real battle outside of training proved to be a bit tricky for you but your smaller size helped you maneuver around the beast easier and helped keep it distracted while the others finished it off. The next day you and Beau were sorting out how to split the reward while Jester went over to the next table to chat with a very filthy man and odd halfling who looked more like a goblin to you. Then enters the circus, no seriously a tiefling and aasimar burst into the tavern promoting a circus that was in town. It sounded interesting and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were a bit excited to go see it. With the reward money sorted out and something to do for the evening today was turning out to be a good one.

Yasha

The two of you had been wandering for a long time, how long you weren’t entirely sure but it’s been a long journey. It felt like this was how life was gonna be for the long haul, but oh how wrong you were, when moving from southern Xhorhas over into the Dwendalian Empire the two of you encountered a circus or carnival if you prefer. It was here at this carnival that the two of you met Mollymauk though he insisted you just call him Molly. Days turned into months and your travels had brought you to Trostenwald, when arriving Gustav asked the three of you to head into town to advertise the show. Molly suggested the greatest place to start would be at the local tavern, Yasha had no arguments and neither did you. When you arrive at the tavern, in all his glory Molly slams the doors open and walks right in, you and Yasha following closely behind. Since you still weren’t great with large, confined groups of people you decide to stick closer to Yasha as a sort of shield while she starts talking with a woman who seemed to be hitting on her. You do end up chatting a little with the half-orc that the woman was with but you keep your sentences short and sweet, making the goblin from the next table over comment on your cute demeanor, this making you feel a little embarrassed. You felt a little more relieved when you were finally done with the tavern and got to move on somewhere else to advertise, though as embarrassed as you felt you did kinda hope you'd get to see those people again at the show.

Molly

You’ve been with the circus for two years now and it was never a dull moment here since you and Molly had completed you little entrance exam as you’d referred to it. Molly worked as both a promoter and fortune-teller, and you worked as his co-promoter and a musician, having learned you have great skill in playing a flute. While traveling the vastness of Wildemount you come across a mysterious woman named Yasha, you and Molly instantly welcome her to your circus family, no questions asked, and are happy to hear when she agrees to join you. She was a bit distant at first but soon slowly starts to warm up to you. Cut to several months later and you’ve reached the town of Trostenwald, the three of you head in to advertise the show, starting with the local tavern. Molly makes a grand entrance, you playing your flute to add to its grandness before making your way around the tavern handing out fliers. While Molly starts interacting with another tiefling, you make your way over to a duo that looks like they’ve seen more time on the street then in a bath, not that you’d judge of course. You hand them the flier and try talking with them a bit, the man didn’t say much but did say his name was Caleb while the goblin, Nott defiantly struck up more of a conversation, asking some questions and even cracking a few jokes with you. Alas you had to leave and continue spreading fliers to the rest of the town, before heading out the tavern you give one last call hoping to see everyone at the show tonight.

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years

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Monitoring your every move, ready to strike when least expected, is this week’s talent swap! Introducing Myth, the Former Ultimate Chess Player!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Having an overly analytical mindset ever since she was a child, Myth solved the puzzles she was given quickly and burned through mental stimulation toys like it was nothing. It really put a dent in her parents’ wallet, and they needed to find some way to entertain her daughter before they become flat broke. One day, when Myth and her parents visited the toy store to find a new toy for her, Myth became enticed by the board games section, particularly a chessboard, which her parents managed to buy. Myth picked up on the rules of chess very quickly, and dominated both her parents and older sisters in the game. Eventually Myth signed up for chess clubs and defeated each and everyone of the other participants, and in turn, managed to reach grandmaster rank. One tournament, Myth decided to wear a chess themed dress to throw opponents off and make them underestimate her, before completely decimating them. She is still wearing the dress to this day.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Freelance Artist

Having garnered fame on the internet for her realistic drawings of animal corpses and dinosaur bones, Wyre has been Myth’s friend ever since childhood. In fact, Wyre was the one who came up with the original design for Myth’s dress. Wyre regularly attends Myth’s chess tournaments as a bodyguard of sorts, with Wyre’s intimidating glare and feral personality scaring anyone who decides to toy with their little friend. While Wyre is a great friend and everything, Myth is heavily concerned with her friend’s work schedule and the toll it has on their mental health and fortitude.

Outfit: A black ski cap with a skull pin on the front, a black leather vest with a white dragon design on the back over a brown hoodie with bone designs on the sleeves, black fingerless gloves with skull designs, black shorts, socks, shoes, glasses and piercings from original designs.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Grave Digger

Being the daughter of a mortician and a funeral planner, Scar has been interacting with the dead ever since she was a little girl, and is currently working in the funeral home as a grave digger. Being ostracized for both her interest in the dead and her middle school persona, (aka. Death’s Messenger) Scar tried her best to shake the facade, but she can’t help but fall back on that facade. Scar seems to be fully convinced that Myth is some sort of esper, for she managed to uncover her true personality within the first couple minutes of meeting her. ”The Pawn’s Empress” is one of Death’s Messenger’s biggest foes yet.

Outfit: Original outfit but with dirt stained boots and gloves and her funeral home’s logo on the back of her jacket.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Boy Scout

Having collected all of his scout troupe’s merit badges in record time, Fusion currently works on educating younger scouts in getting merit badges and even teaches his fellow con-mates the art of the boy scout. Ever since coming to the Kibo-Con, Fusion has established leadership amongst the younger Ultimates, a bit like a father to the group, and gives them seminars on scouting skills. Myth’s natural genius made her ace Fusion’s seminars with ease. Fusion’s happiness at showing off his knowledge and scouting skills seems to imply a less-than-stellar self-confidence/an inferiority complex.

Outfit: A green visor, a tanned cargo jacket with badges sewn in, bandages wrapped around his hands, a green sash with badges crowded on it, glasses, pants and shoes from original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Private Investigator

Despite her lackadaisical and sarcastic attitude off of the job, you would be hard-pressed to find a more capable private investigator. Fusion II claims that she went for a private investigator as her job as opposed to a detective, because she can turn down cases she deems too easy or not worth her time. But Myth eventually realized that underneath Fusion II’s memey, rebellious, and sarcastic demeanor, Fusion II is secretly very insecure about her detective skills, especially after getting an innocent man convicted once. Fusion II is currently working to uncover the mystery that is Myth.

Outfit: A light blue fedora with a black band and a red rose, a light blue trench coat over a white shirt and a red necktie, a long blue skirt, black and white laced boots, sunglasses from original design.

Just Anon, Ultimate Toymaker

Famous for his expertly-crafted stuffed rabbits, Janon usually spends all of his time either sleeping or insulting people. Within the first few minutes of meeting Janon, Myth has already uncovered a fear of failure, a perfectionist attitude when it comes to making toys and a soft spot for children, particularly the two Jr. Ultimates that are attending the Kibo-Con with him. Janon is sick and even more tired of Myth constantly exposing him like this. Janon is currently trying to make a voodoo doll of Myth to make her suffer, as revenge for constantly exposing him and making him seem like less of a jerk.

Outfit: A lazily buttoned up shirt, an untied red tie, a tool belt, a face mask with a “w” mouth and blushy cheeks, pants, boots and hoodie from original design.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Seamstress

Famous for being the scion of the ”Spectacular Threads” company, Sparkle is famous for her glittery and elaborate hand-crafted formal wear. While Wyre designed the original design of Myth’s dress, Sparkle was the girl Wyre sent the design to, to get it created, which means Myth and Sparkle go further back than one would expect. Myth knew Sparkle before they both reinvented themselves with new flamboyant personalities, and when Sparkle was just a shy magical girl and theater fanatic. Even as an adult, Myth can still see Sparkle is still the same nerd she was when Myth first met her, deep down.

Outfit: Same outfit from her original design, but with sewing supplies attached to her clothes.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Ghost Hunter, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Police Officer

Despite their two different talents, Egg and Wet Sock have many things in common, with the biggest similarity between the two being their appearance, their uniforms, and above all, their penchant for cursed comments. Even Myth‘s analytical attitude is no match for the nonsensical and violently cursed comments of the freak duo. It’s very clear that years of dealing with violent criminals and supernatural horrors would take a toll on anybody’s psyche. Even Myth doesn’t want to think about what horrors the two have witnessed within their careers that twisted their minds to such cursed degrees.

Outfits: Gakurans, police caps, white gloves and a golden badge. Egg has a purple uniform, and Wet Sock has a black uniform, glasses from original design.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Tutor

Despite their age, Curious has college-level academic prowess and uses that knowledge to help tutor students of all ages, and can turn underachievers into overachievers with their infinite patience and flawless study strategies. It didn‘t take much time for Myth to realize one of the main flaws of Curious: their passiveness and willingness to let people walk all over and take advantage them. Myth would often organize tea parties disguised as study sessions to talk to Curious more, for they are basically an open book, despite what their vocal and facial range would suggest.

Outfit: Hair pulled into a small ponytail, fake glasses, a green vest over a white button up shirt, tie, pants and shoes from original design.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Lifeguard

Originally getting the job purely for some extra pocket money, Nerd quickly rose through the ranks and quickly became an emergency technician for beaches. Nerd’s good looks were seen as both a blessing and a curse by him, for many admirers purposefully drowned themselves, just so Nerd can give them mouth-to-mouth. This, along with poor pay in the early parts of his career, lead to his hostile attitude towards everybody, particularly people with a crush on him or people he has a crush on. Myth told Nerd the truth, and got thrown into the nearest body of water by him, and he didn’t save her.

Outfit: A tight grey muscle shirt, red swim trunks with black stripes on each side, red flip-flops.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Competitive Eater

Despite Eldritch’s small size, Eldritch has an appetite rivaled only by Fusion’s. Eldritch originally entered the competition as a poison tester, in order to prevent the participants from being sabotaged and perhaps murdered, but Eldritch managed to dominate the competitions. Eldritch has now participated in 255 eating competitions all across the country, and even outside of the country. Eldritch seems to be the first person to look past Myth’s little cutesy facade, and seems to want to avoid Myth at all costs, which makes it difficult for Myth to get a read on him.

Outfit: A purple jersey with “Poison Tester” on the front in yellow letters, dark grey cargo shorts, white socks, black and yellow sneakers.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Street Artist

Dream is famous for her paintings of rainbow clouds on random buildings and roads. Despite Dream’s rough life on the street, somehow she remains as bright and cheerful as her infamous murals. After being busted by the police for her vandalism, Dream got accepted by the Hope’s Peak scouts, and got to get out of jail, in exchange for food and shelter at her Hope’s Peak dorm room. You will bet that Dream would accept the offer full-heartedly. Myth totally didn’t expect someone as cheerful as Dream to have one of the roughest pre-con lives, but Myth now wants to adopt Dream.

Outfit: Wild hair, a denim jacket stained with paint over a pink shirt, black paint-stained boots, skirt and shorts from original design.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Child Prodigy

Having one of the highest IQs for a child her age, Iris already graduated college with several degrees, mostly in science. Iris’s determined attitude and love for learning made many universities consider her for their adorable mascot. While everyone else views Iris as a clumsy and dorky optimist who never gives up when it comes to her work, Myth knows the truth behind Iris. Because of her status as a child prodigy, lots of pressure was put upon her, which only served to arouse her already existing anxiety. From that point onwards, Iris and Myth gather for weekly chess games.

Outfit: A dark blue sweater over a white sailor uniform with a red tie and skirt, grey stockings, blue Mary Janes, glasses from original design.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Couples Dancer

Growing up in a high-class family that is known for their equally high-class masquerade balls, Purple’s skills on the ballroom dancing floor are unparalleled. Unfortunately off of the dance floor and deprived of her masquerade costume, Purple is superbly timid, regularly staying in her room, until Hope’s Peak accepted her. Purple’s vocabulary is about as elaborate and old-fashioned as her family’s masquerade balls. Luckily Myth is smart enough to understand her vocabulary. Myth is currently working on giving Purple confidence lessons, knowing that it could help her find her chosen one.

Outfit; Mid-back length hair, a mask that is black on the left and white on the right, a black sunhat, a matching black dress, black gloves, purple heels.

This series revolves around this enigmatic chess champion exposing people for their emotional problems, while some people (read: Scar and Fusion II) try to find out the secret behind her.

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PERSONALITY

The best way to describe Chess!Myth would be a more benign version of Celestia, right down to the fashion. She is very intelligent and analytical, which is how she discovered chess in the first place. Myth gets easily bored and needs constant mental stimulation, usually by competing with chess champions or buy simply kicking back and watching people interact. People are unpredictable creatures, after all. But perhaps the most prominent trait about her would probably be her ability to read people like a book. It’s very hard to lie to her face, for she will expose your lies to YOUR face. This helps a lot in chess, but this also makes her a very empathetic and kind-hearted individual.

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APPEARANCE

Myth wears her purple-dyed hair into twintails with a black and white scrunchie in each, and wears a black crown with red gems embedded into and on it. Myth wears an entirely black and white dress with asymmetrically-colored sleeves and dress tails. On her nails is black polish on her left hand and white polish on her right hand.

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I hope you like this version of you, Myth! Let me know what you think! See you soon, kiddos!

-Fusion Anon

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Two things! One, love this!!! Two, when you said “Celestia” I automatically thought of the MLP:FIM character XD I’m so used to calling Celestia Celeste, lol

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Session Eleven - Slathiel

And so, our adventurers completed their quest for the four items of power, and returned them to the entity known as Slathiel, as promised.

Or did they?

Something about this being rubbed certain party members up the wrong way. This, combined with the close personal connection each of them felt to one of the items, gave them pause.

Thus, a plan was hatched - each party member would speak to some of the friends they had made in town, and gather a little posse to speak to this so-called Slathiel - that way, if everything suddenly went wrong, they would have strong support in the ensuing battle.

Kadis makes the first move. Stepping into Jackie & Clutchstraw’s, he has a friendly chat with Drow artificer Aberron - who, understandably, still has a lot of questions. Kadis fills him in as best he can, and Aberron - after a quick consultation with his brass owl, Dominique - agrees.

Oddsock takes a more direct approach. Storming into the Dogwood Trading Post (Presented By Himself), he invites Jackie Face to come out and play. Jackie, though, has business in mind - specifically beer business. The market research has gone swimmingly, with the new hoppy brew going down especially well with the hard-grafting carpenters in town - in particular with the man who took the lead on building the Potions & Artifices shop: a man they refer to fondly as Jackies’ Hammer.

After agreeing that this would make a fabulous name for the beer, Oddsock gives Jackie Face a few more details about the upcoming fight. Face becomes uncharacteristically quiet, muttering under his breath about company values, teamwork and synergy, in a way the Dog finds strangely familiar. Suddenly, Jackie Face disappears into a large box of miscellaneous armour parts in the corner, and promises to see the team outside shortly.

Talion heads over to the Jaunty Skinner to speak to his new buddy and nighttime companion Freginald Biceppe. Being very well disposed towards both fighting and Talion - his two favourite things to do - Freginald needs very little encouragement to join the fray, and pledges his two meaty fists to the party’s cause.

On the other side of the pub, Julius finds Gyder at the bar with the latest in a line of foaming ales, and X at a nearby table, idly doodling couches with a distracted look on her face. Gyder has a new haircut - trimmed almost to the skin at the sides and back, with a asymmetrical fringe. It is the kind of cut that would look spiffy on an Elf, but serves mostly to accentuate the severity of her face. This may have been the point.

Julius approaches both with a panicked entreaty for help. X yelps and quickly hides her drawings, before asking what is wrong. After a brief, stuttering rundown of the situation from the Otter, X immediately agrees to assist, and turns to Gyder. The Half-Orc drains her ale in one swallow - game on.

Out in the town square, as everyone gathers, new companion Batch 38 Unit 12 is standing in conversation with Aberron Clutchstraw. The Helpforged cleric is going into extensive detail regarding their inner workings, while the Drow stands agog, in rapt attention.

Suddenly, from the Trading Post door, there appears a strange contraption: Half of a suit of armour, with raccoon faces peeking out from the neck and wrist holes, mounted on a unicycle. Jackies Left and Right clutch a katar and tea tray respectively, while Jackie Face shouts commands at Jackie Bottom’s madly pedalling feet. Jackie Middle is in there somewhere, doubtless horribly warm at the heart of the hastily-assembled Mecha-Jackie.

Standing in the deepening dusk and watching with a sense of bemusement as this all take place, Slathiel now commands attention. An agreement was made, a quest given and accepted, yet no items of power have yet been presented. Folding their six golden arms and flapping their wings, Slathiel requests them once again.

It is now that the party begins to ask questions that had been festering since their first encounter - specifically about who Slathiel is, and what they need the gems and lanterns for - but Slathiel is not in an answering mood.

Talion laments his lack of a Detect Good & Evil spell, and 38/12 - helpful by design - twists the spell focus on their chest to the left, lighting up several magical runes imprinted on their body. With a wave of their hand, the verdict is announced:

“This entity before us is... Evil.”

With that, Slathiel’s demeanour changes. Unfolding their mighty ruby wings and taking flight up to the roof of the Jaunty Skinner, their form too begins to alter: The six golden arms merge into two thick, grey, scaly limbs, their height increases and their head widens, with a mouthful of sharp teeth and two cruel eyes glaring down at the gathered people below.

The creature hunches forward on the roof, turning its hands about in arcane gestures. “I gave you the chance to do what I asked,” it says, “but you have chosen death.”

From its scaly hands it shoots a Fireball, straight at 38/12. The Helpforged dodges the worst of the blast, but Kadis and Aberron are less fortunate, finding themselves close to death.

Worse still, Dominique is hit full force by the flames, and is shattered to pieces - a pile of broken brass and a single bright gem lying where the owl once was.

38/12 does their best to apply healing, while X dashes over to assist and Aberron, recovering from the loss of Dominique, conjures up an Eldritch Cannon to imbue those nearby with bonus health. The Jackies make a decent fist of pedalling in roughly the right direction, whilst buffing themselves with the Power of Commerce.

Deeper into the fight, those that can fire projectiles do so, to varying levels of success. Kadis dashes round to the side of the inn with the intent to scale it, and Julius cast Faerie Fire on Slathiel, lighting it up like a festive tree. Having achieved this, he transforms into a giant Wolf Spider, and begins to climb the front of the pub.

Slathiel, infuriated by this affront, descends, in order to bring the fight to the party. Freginald takes this as his cue, and makes with the fancy footwork and fists to the face. Talion lends his rapier to the fray, Gyder strides forth with her greataxe, and X conjurs up a spiritual weapon to assist.

Julius, abandoning the wall plan, drops his spider form and brings up a Moonbeam of radiant energy upon Slathiel, while Aberron moves in to support, Oddsock makes ready with Blasts both Eldritch and Searing, and the Jackies roll out in entirely the wrong direction.

Kadis, hearing the decent of Slathiel around the corner, attempt to jimmy open one of the Jaunty Skinner’s windows, with little success. He does, however, attract landlady/mayor Tiatha Rowe’s attention, and asks her to fetch a lantern from the wall and bring it to him.

As all of this goes on, a terrible shout is heard from the south. The figure that appears is familiar, but somewhat worse for where - green-scaled Dragonborn in dirt-covered robes, with a ragged sword wound at his throat.

As he charges in, he shouts after the monk who took his lantern. The body may be Graindude, but the voice is pure Aberraton Mortesque.

He is a distant concern for now, out on the edge of town. There are more pressing matters, such as the giant lizard who is now bearing down on Freginald, to terrible effect.

Fortunately, 38/12 is on hand to provide healing, while X lets rip with a Guiding Bolt. Talion and Gyder cut away as Julius’ Moonbean shines down, and the Jackies nearly make it to the battle.

Back inside the Skinner, Tiatha has reached the window and hands a torch out to Kadis, along with a request that he try and keep the fight out of her pub. This request becomes harder to fulfil, as Barty appears from the back.

Seeing the carnage on his doorstep, something changes inside the affable Gnome. He pulls out his meat cleaver and carving knife, bellows several nautical oaths into the air, and charges forth with the rage of a sea storm.

Slathiel rears away from this new attack, and launches its fury at Freginald once again. Undeterred, the brawny fighter hammers a fist straight into its jaw, smashing its head with furious vengeance and showering the inn’s chef with gore - which he loves.

And Lo! What sight do we see here? Losing control of the unicycle once again, the Jackies charge, by accident more than design, straight into the advancing corpse of the reanimated Graindude. They set about his rotten head and shoulders with bites, jabs and tea tray slaps.

As this furious (and inadvertent) melee ensues, Kadis puts into action his torch plan. Sharpening the unlit end, he channels his apple-lobbing skills and smashes the torch in the direction of the corpse... and misses completely.

Another fine plan foiled by the Dice Gods.

Fortunately, his friends are on hand with less convoluted fighting styles, and before long the revenant falls under fist, axe, rapier, raccoon, cutlery, magic blasts, and a final scourging strike from the Moonbeam, showering everyone with rotten Warlock.

Finally, quiet falls over Dogwood square. Barty goes to draw a bath, and Aberron picks up the gem that used to be Dominique, promising to remake her better than ever.

The others simply stagger about, congratulating each other on a fight well fought, before becoming silent.

The whole world becomes silent. Then, it begins to fade from view, and nothing can be seen, heard or felt around our party of four.

The round red gem and silver lantern rise from their keepers, and float in the air, joined in this negative space by the blue gem and green lantern. As they float, they begin to dance in a slow circle above the party’s heads.

And then a voice. A slow, calm, pleasant voice.

“Well done. You were very good, very entertaining, wonderful to watch. You were not fooled by that creature, and you have forged a beautiful bond as a party.

“We will meet again, I’m sure, elsewhere in this world. But for now, I will leave you with a gift.”

The gems and lanterns begin to change form in the space above their heads. The blue gem shrinks into a perfect blue pebble, and attached itself to Julius’ necklack, next to Pa McGinley’s charm; the green lantern becomes a small black and green egg, and sets itself next to Kadis’ cursed idol; The silver lantern flattens itself into something that could be a plectrum or a silver dragon scale, and hangs beside Talion’s jagged onyx charm; and the red gem becomes a gleaming red bottle cap, which hangs on to Oddsock’s leather tunic, at his neck.

Finally, the remains of Slathiel swim into view, and a perfect golden gem emerges from its skull. This too undergoes a transformation, into a tiny golden gear, which lands in Kadis’ hand.

“There is one more,” says the disembodied voice. “Make sure this gets to them.”

The world then rushes back into view, but not quite as it was. The dusk sky is subtly different in colour - more vibrant than before - and way off to the south stands a tall spire.

It is completely unfamiliar to Oddsock, though Julius may once or twice have seen it on the far horizon, and Kadis and Talion will have heard tales of it - the tallest tower in Els.

It is Barty, though, who speaks.

“Monthend Spire,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “Now I know where we are.”

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Vengeance

"A reservation for two under Duchess de Noir."

For Minerva Valdis, slipping into the character of the evilest villain ever felt...rather comfortable after four years. The host looked down his nose at her- right now, he saw a blonde woman with fair skin and hazel eyes, freckles dotting her cheeks. She made sure to keep her smile wide enough to be charming but also show her canines. Psycho had dubbed it her 'I'm a lady and I can rip your face off' smile. "And the other members of your party?"

Minerva waved her hand without care. "She's coming in a minute."

"Of course, madame. If you would come with me."

The host led her through the tables of villains and heroes, the lights 'rich person' dim. This restaurant was a neutral zone, powers banned. However, what wasn't banned was staring at the woman in a black tea dress. Minerva tried to keep an air of confidence as she walked, listening to the dull mutter of the little worlds at every table. She was led to a table in the darker corners of the restaurant, perfectly positioned to keep an eye on everyone.

Sliding into a chair, Minerva made a calm request for some water and a bottle of Merlot. Smoothing down her dress, she managed to casually push the other chair out with one of her heels. The back was caught by a gloved hand.

"Hello, m'lady." a smooth voice said. When first hearing it, it sounded like what Minerva thought midnight sounded like. Now, it was like crushed velvet.

She managed a nod. "Medea."

Her boss smiled a toothy grin at her. She caught the scent of hot metal and burnt wood before the eldritch being across from her sat down. She was dressed in a black Victorian-style gown, wearing black silk gloves. The light around her seemed to be almost sucked into the silk.

Lowering her voice, Medea asked "Any problems?"

Minerva shook her head. She felt more confident with the boss around. "No, m' lady. Everything was ready when I got here-"

"Valdis!"

The restaurant went silent. Minerva turned as casually as she could in her chair. A man had stood from a nearby table, dressed in a tux. The air around him was freezing, probably due to the ice forming like gloves around his hands.

That was Blizzard.

A professional hero.

The woman at the table rose up as well, her hair and eyes both neon yellow. There was the hum of electricity in the air. It was dead silent. All eyes were on them.

Minerva swallowed back her urge to run. She made a blank face. "Can I help you?"

"You bastard! I can't believe you had the guts to stick your face in here!" Blizzard yelled. He looked furious. "After what you did to Shatter!"

Minerva's mind drew a blank. "Who?"

"Shatter!" Electric Majesty yelled, electricity increasing around her. "I know your reputation revolves around being a murderess but you didn't have to skin her alive!"

Oh.

Now that rang a bell. (Hey, you couldn't blame her. She had killed a lot of people.)

Shatter was a heroine whose main power was a sonic scream. Minerva had used her in the demo of a mobile torture chamber, stocked with hundreds of torture methods. It also had the ability to keep the subject alive for months in agonizing pain. Unfortunately, Shatter had died quickly.

"I'm going to kill you." Blizzard snarled. Snowflakes had started to form in the air. "But first? I'm going to torture you like you tortured Shatter!"

Tensions built as everyone else stood up quickly, powers at the ready. Handfuls of heroes and villains alike, glaring at each other, ready to fight. Sparks, growls, smoke, and other assorted signs of power filled the air. Minerva's fingers twitched and she was reminded of the ray gun in her purse. But she didn't rise. Neither did Medea.

She took a breath. "Now, now. Let's not start a fight." Minerva rose to her feet, holding her hands up in a sign of defenselessness. It was false. "This is a neutral zone. We don't want to give the staff any issues. We're all just here for a pleasant meal." She couldn't help but bare her teeth in a grin. "Right?"

The surrounding heroes and villains all murmured to their partners and colleagues, sharing glances that spoke volumes more than their words. One or two even cast a disdainful glance at Blizzard and Electric Majesty before returning to their seats. Only the two heroes remained standing, glaring at her with unabashed loathing.

"Sir and madame, if you do not withdraw your powers and return to your seats, we will be forced to ban you from the premises." The manager and several of the waitstaff had appeared. Along with the security forces, who were all brandishing rather unpleasant looking devices. They were meant to incapacitate any unruly guests.

Blizzard sized them up. And, like he hadn't been ordered by an oversized man, he sank back into his seat. Electric Majesty soon followed. With one last glance, she glared at her and made a motion across her neck. Minerva couldn't help but pull out the gun in her purse. She threw it and caught it before stowing it back.

The message had been communicated.

After a moment, Minerva sat back down. "Well, that went well."

"Indeed."

"Your Merlot, madame." A waitress said, setting down two glasses and the bottle. Medea aimed a toothy grin at her scientist.

The night passed on without incident. Dinner was delicious. After boxing up the leftovers and giving their waitress a good tip, the two left. They made a stop at a ball that a large group of rich people was throwing.

It was time to kick the hornets' nest.

At dawn, the two left with blood on Minerva's dress, a few injuries on the human, and a new lab rat.

-_-

Rarely did anyone approach the house.

Rarer did heroes approach. There were a few halfwits who wanted to make a name for themselves. Those skirmishes ended with them dead or as Minerva's newest lab rats.

Nobody touched Medea and Duchess de Noir or their own.

Minerva- today's form being dark-haired and dark-eyed- couldn't be surprised, however, when the alarms started going off before soon falling silent. The silent alarms, powered by something more than electricity, were still flashing. Peeling off her chemical stained gloves, she sat down and rolled over to the bank of monitors. Tapping a few buttons, she let out a groan.

"Oh, in the name of the old man."

"Who is it?" Medea had appeared out of nowhere again. "What idiot is trespassing on my property?!"

"Blizzard and Electric Majesty, my lady." Zooming in, she rolled her eyes. "And it looks like they brought back up."

"Weak mortals. Valdis, get your things."

"Why me?!"

Medea leaned down so they were eye to eye. "I want you to crush them under your foot like the pathetic maggots they are. Take Psycho. Show that you should never cross Medea." She turned and stormed away.

The company’s insane assassin Psycho wasn't hard to find when there was trouble afoot. He was usually heading straight for it. Thankfully, she managed to stop him from breaking another window with his mace to get out. At the mention of orders from Medea, he stopped.

"So, what's the plan, Minnie?" He asked eagerly, rocking on his heels with a toothy grin. "Frontal assault? Sneak attack?" His grin grew wider when Minerva pulled out one of the guns she had created.

"Neither."

She pressed a button to deactivate the security system. A wide grin spread across her face.

"We let them come to us."

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evien-stark · 4 years

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 73

Happy made quick time back to the office. Both a blessing and a curse. You needed more time to yourself. To clean up mentally. To prepare for whatever the hell this meeting was. It was probably important- even though you had no idea what the hell it could be. But for Pepper to have to prep you this much that it needed something more over the phone- and who just showed up an hour early to a meeting anyway? The pinnacle of rude. Did this person really expect you to just drop everything for them and see them?

You were a busy woman. You had things to do. Someone who came an hour early demanding your time was going to get very little of it. That much you were already certain of.

Stark Industries seemed to be abuzz as you walked just behind Happy while he escorted you in. Every person that walked by him he flashed his own as he said, “Badge.” Over and over. Trying to ID people as the two of you were walking in. It kind of made sense. Pepper was nervous over a strange meeting- and you saw a slightly sketchy looking guard sitting in one of the chairs outside your office. “Badge? Do you have a security badge, sir? I’m talking to you-”

You gave him a little pat on the arm. “I’m going to go talk to Pepper. Try not to… scare our guests.”

“They clear? They don’t seem like they got cleared.” He was being very tough. You weren’t sure why. Perhaps it had something to do with Tony’s episode outside the restaurant. Happy hadn’t brought it up, but he wasn’t stupid, either.

Maybe everyone just had a sudden case of anxiety today-

Ah. Oh. That was you wasn’t it? You were infecting him.

“Why don’t you look into it and I’ll be right back.” Giving him one last gentle pat, trying to seal yourself off. To lessen the damage you’d already done. He just gave you a curt nod and you walked around the other way to catch Pepper in the break room.

She had a mug of tea in her hands which she nearly dropped with a startled gasp as you appeared. “God! Don’t do that!” Yelling at you.

“I’m- ...I’m sorry. You called me. You weren’t expecting me?” Trying not to sass with her too much but everyone’s nerves were frayed. And that was a recipe for acute disaster. “What’s the matter with you?” Even if this was somehow your fault, she seemed a little more out of it than usual. Even with your assistance.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Breathing in and then out on both those apologies. Then she looked over your shoulder, maybe trying to see if anyone was around? Listening in? This really must have been serious. Then she waved you closer, so you moved further into the little kitchenette. “So- this guy… when I was booking the meeting a few months back, it didn’t really register. But. Now that he’s here- you remember, when I was working at that small startup? Before here? And my boss-”

“The one who used to hit on you all the time?” You suddenly did not like where this was heading.

She nodded. “Yeah. And ask me out on dates. And had a hard time understanding the word no. I mean- he was harmless- for the most part-”

“Your boss constantly bearing down on you to let you fuck him isn’t what I’d call harmless, Pepper.” Sometimes you really wished she’d look after herself better. Think more of herself. You’d told her as much when she’d come home every other night and tell you all about- “Eldritch?”

At this she nearly snorted into her mug of tea. “Horror. Yeah. Aldrich.” The inside joke the two of you used to laugh at in your dinky little apartment seemed to soothe her nerves, even if she’d corrected you after. And there was only one reason that could be-

When it clicked you held your hands up. “No. Absolutely not, Pep. What’s he want from me?” Why would she schedule a meeting like that? What a fantastic time to throw her power around and shut him out in the cold? A creep like him deserved at least that.

“His secretary at the time booked the meeting, I think. His little start-up isn’t so little anymore. He looks different now- way different than I remember- And, hey, I might not have had the greatest interactions with him but-”

A knock came on the side of the door frame and her chatting died as the two of you turned to look. A tall, lean man with sandy blond hair, tan skin, and perpetual five o’clock shadow put his hands in his pockets. Soft blue-grey suit with brown undertones. “Sorry to interrupt you.”

As you stared at him, soft big band music played behind your ears and the memories intertwined.

You look absolutely divine this evening. Would you care for a dance? I know social climbing is frowned on at these sorts of events, but I was hoping you’d give me a chance.

I have a little thinktank that is doing wonders with gene therapy. We heard- well, everyone heard about what happened at the Stark Expo a couple weeks ago. I know there are some people laid up in hospital beds with injuries they may never recover from.

It’s remarkable, the lengths you’re going to to help everyone. To fix things. I was hoping to have a sit down meeting. I think my company could partner with yours and do some extraordinary things. Really help people.

We’re called AIM-

“You.”

“You remember me. I’m very honored.” He put a hand to his chest and gave a little forward lean. “Sorry for coming so early, we heard Stark Industries’ security measures were quite stringent these days… I’d wanted to get a jump on things.”

That was Happy’s department. Ever since you’d promoted him he’d really taken it all to heart. But it seemed like this Eldritch guy- Alrdich you quickly corrected yourself- made it in just fine.

Pepper, however, seemed confused. “You two have met?”

You crossed your arms, not liking this at all. There was just sort of a funny feeling about it. Then again… he had been requesting a meeting for a while, and you’d put him off and then kind of forgotten about it. Ellis had banned gene therapy, so you’d thought that had probably snuffed the light out of this little thinktank. What was he doing here now? “We met at a party.”

Aldrich leaned his arm against the door. “One of those terrible events the rich cavort at to make themselves look even more glamorous.” Clearly trying to be charming, this one.

And while you might have felt the same way, you aimed a bitter smile his way. “What’s that say about us?”

“We know the right place to be at the right time.” He was quick, you’d give him that. Probably not much else.

Since he was already here, and apparently all badged up, and the meeting was practically taking place… there was no way to get out of it. You gave Pepper a small wave. “We’ll talk later.” Then turning to him, “If you’ll step into my office, Mr…?” Realizing Aldrich was his first name. And you had no idea of his last.

“Killian. But, please.” He stepped aside you, a little too close for comfort. “Call me Aldrich.”

As he opened your own office door for you, you gave a little down low wave to Happy, who was sitting across from the other man that you had no doubts by now must have been Killian’s bodyguard. He gave you a little curious shrug back and you just shook your head. No idea what the two of you were saying, really, but hoping to impart to him that you were fine. And that you had this handled.

While you moved to sit at your desk, you noticed that he closed the door for you. ...and then stayed there in the front of the room. “So. Mr. Killian.” Determined to let him know you were not fazed by his lathered on charm. “How can I help you?”

Reaching up, he lowered the dimmer on your lights. As if that didn’t evoke even more red flags. “I’m just gonna dim your lights here.”

“Excuse me-”

“After years dodging the President's ban on "immoral biotech research", my think tank now has a little something in the pipeline. It's an idea we like to call Extremis.” Completely talking over you. You were getting less and less impressed by the second.

This was all so unimportant. Tony was at home doing who the hell knew what. Suffering most likely. You were just at the cusp of doing so yourself, if not for this pompous man. “AIM?” Remember the name very vaguely. Probably a mistake to ask at all. You should have gone on pretending you barely remembered anything about him.

He grinned, pulling something out of his pocket to stick behind his ear. “Advanced Idea Mechanics, yes. Here.” Stepping closer into the room, finally, he held up three decently sized metal balls. “Regard the human brain.” Tossing them in a little roll, they clattered atop your coffee table, and then lit up, casting quite a light show towards your ceiling.

Yet. All very unimpressive, considering. Tony had nearly every practical patent on holotechnology on the market. This was child’s play. Even if it was beautiful.

Still, since you were stuck here for at least another five minutes, you did as you were asked. And regarded. “Mm hmm.”

He held a hand up. “Oh- hang on, hold on. That’s the universe.” Throwing wonder into his voice. “My bad- but. If I do that…” Raising a remote and clicking a button. The image changed over to a much more recognizable shape of a brain. Although it had beautiful blue lights running through it, with just a little touch of yellow. “That’s the brain.” Looking up, catching your eyes, he smiled. “Strangely mimetic, wouldn’t you say?”

“It’s very… interesting.” Trying your best to at least not be rude.

He seemed to take it in stride. “Thanks. It’s mine.”

“Your?”

“My brain.” Reaching behind his ear to tap at that thing he’d placed there. “This is a live feed. You’re inside my head.”

Without your permission, your eyes wandered back up to the lights, casting a deeper look. His brain? So the magnet on his ear was… taking a live scan? Surely Tony had already perfected this type of tech- it was kind of what was used to check vitals in the suits. Right? ...a little beyond you. This sort of stuff wasn’t your forte.

“Here.” He cut through your thinking, standing from the couch and taking a step up onto your coffee table. “I’ll prove it. Come up here.”

Although you stood, you ushered your hand back the other way, directing, “Please get off my glass top coffee table.” What the hell was wrong with this man?

“Come on. I promise I won’t bite.”

Instead you stood next to him, crossing your arms. “This work on everyone else, Mr. Killian? Because I gotta say-”

He rolled his eyes in that soft sort of way, playing perhaps at fond, but then he reached up, turning his wrist over, and with his other hand plucked at the inside skin. The lightshow sparked to life, sending a flurry of yellow and orange sparks scattering. It effectively drew your attention away from his antics as you looked up again.

“What is that?” Damning yourself for asking.

“It's the primary somatosensory cortex. It's the brain's pain center.” Effectively proving the live part of a live feed? But why? Instead of giving him anything more, you let him continue. A poor idea, as he stepped off the table, pulling the hologram with him. Closer to you, stepping just behind you. “This is what I wanted to show you.”

You cast a wary glance up his way, he was too close for comfort. But he redirected your attention as he raised that little remote, bringing the back part of his brain closer up in front of the two of you, then reached into the air to expand it further. Zooming deep in.

“Now, Extremis harnesses our bioelectrical potential and it goes...here.” Stopping the zoom when he arrived at what looked like a hole in the back of his brain. “This is essentially an empty slot, and what this tells us is that our mind, our entire DNA in fact, is destined to be upgraded.”

And while this stuff would probably always be beyond you, you couldn’t help but say- “I don’t think that’s what that means.” He had a hole in his brain matter and he was telling you destiny meant for him to stick a chip in it?

What koolaid had he been drinking?

“Then what do you think it means?” He was looking down at you. Still too close for comfort.

“I think if you have a hole in the back of your brain, you probably need to see someone- and… wait- you’re telling me your tech goes in there. Yet… yours is empty. You’re trying to talk up tech to me you don’t even trust to use on yourself?” So unlike Tony, for example. Who was the primary tester of almost all of his tech these days. That was someone you could trust. Not-

He just chuckled. “You’re very astute. I’m not surprised. Trust me, I’m on the docket for an upgrade.” He nudged you just a little with another unwelcome touch, and got you to sit down on the couch, where he sat down with you, and finally turned the light show off. “I’ve been struggling with the idea myself, for quite some time. I have a lot of research, I’ll leave it with you.”

So with that, “LUNA can you turn the lights back on, please?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her voice rang in the office, since you had company, and the lights indeed came on seconds after.

Killian was still smiling at you. “I’m just asking you to think about it. Imagine if you could hack into the hard drive of any living organism and recode its DNA.”

Finally he made the point he was trying to make. “Mmn. Before when we first met… you talked about gene therapy. To help injured people. Now it sounds like your motives have shifted.”

“How so?”

“Recoding DNA. To- to what, exactly? In what way?” You knew already where he was going with it.

You just wanted him to say it to your face.

Still, he kept that smile. “Where are your thoughts right now?” Ah, so he wasn’t going to admit it.

Fine. You’d do it for him. “This sounds highly weaponizable. I think what you’re trying to get at is that you want to make perfect humans. And I don’t know if you’ve ever read a history book, but that doesn’t always work out great. Tony and I-”

His rumbly laughter stopped you in your tracks. “Tony. Right. Tony. You know, I invited Tony to join AIM thirteen years ago, he turned me down.”

Somehow this didn’t surprise you. Not because Tony would have had an inkling of what this guy really wanted to do that far back, but because that far back Tony absolutely would not have given this guy the time of day. You imagined it happened just like that.

Reaching out, he put his hand over yours and it jolted you back into cold reality as he gazed at you. “But something tells me now there is a new genius on the throne who doesn't have to answer to Tony anymore, and who has slightly less of an ego.”

With as much poise as you could muster, you pulled your hand slowly away from him and settled it in your lap. “I don’t know what you’ve heard but I don’t answer to Tony, you’re right.” Giving him a light smile, letting him soak in the moment before you blew it apart. “Tony and I are a team. We work together. And because I’m confident that he’d agree, I’m giving you a no. From both of us.”

The light fizzled out of his hopeful gaze, lips pressing together before his head dropped in a nod. “Well. I can’t say that I’m not disappointed.”

Now that this meeting was effectively over and done with, you stood, holding your hand out to him. “I have something else I have to attend to. It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Killian.”

Rising to meet you, he took your hand in a firm shake. “Really, Aldrich is fine. And- just because you turned down one business proposal doesn’t mean I don’t have others.” While you wanted to turn him down flat, he continued, “Let me walk you out.”

Sensing he wasn’t taking no for an answer, and you really were heading out anyway, you gave him a careful shrug. “If you want. You’ll have to link up with Pepper. She’s in charge of my schedule.”

The two of you walked out of the office and took the left down the hall. You’d noticed both chairs out front had been vacated. Happy and Killian’s body guard had disappeared somewhere. As you walked, you felt the unpleasant feeling of Killian’s arm lightly ghosting around the back of your waist, guiding you as you walked towards the entrance. “It was nice to see her again. Good to know someone is making good use of her talent. I’m sure you two practically run this business.”

Outside, the both of you stopped, and you saw just in the distance, Happy was pulling the car around. You took a second to reorient yourself, pointedly stepping out of Killian’s zone. “You know, for someone with such disdain for Tony, it’s a wonder you wanted to meet in the first place.”

“No wonder at all. You’re cleaning up Stark Industries. Let’s not both stand here and pretend it wasn’t in trouble before you showed up.” He really was trying to lay it on as thick as possible. Just behind you two cars pulled up- one for you and you assumed one for Killian. “It was nice seeing you again, too. I can’t say I haven’t wondered when our next dance would be.” Then, without warning, he leaned straight into you.

And was about two seconds from planting a kiss on your cheek. You held your hand up, pressing him back. “Excuse me-”

“Oh- I’m sorry. I think I misread the situation.” He held his hands palm outwards to show he meant no harm.

But the harm had already been done. You stood back solidly. “I’ll say.”

“Please. Accept my apologies. Can I make it up to you over dinner?” Putting his hands up again, “A friendly dinner. I promise. No undue surprises.”

This guy was a real fucking piece of work. That was for sure. A tenseness settled in your chest. Uncomfortable to your core. No wonder Pepper never wanted to date him. You’d never met him before you’d joked around with her, calling him Eldritch when she told you so many of these stories.

Now you completely understood. And it made you want to go home all the more. It was like this guy just thought you ran the business. And Tony was… unimportant. A second thought. Even though the night he’d met you- similarly to this, putting himself in your space- was the night you and Tony had announced to the world you were dating.

But none of that seemed to matter to him. He seemed not to care at all. Like he could just reach out and take your hand and you’d just accept.

Happy came up right behind you, his strong presence grounding you. Not that you needed it for this. “No thank you, Mr. Killian.”

“I really didn’t mean to offend you-”

“I’m not offended. Just embarrassed.” On your behalf. You let the thought linger before turning away without a goodbye, feeling a small swell of relief as Happy stepped in line with you, held your door open for you, and safely got you into the car.

Killian was still waiting as Happy pulled the car from the curb. Peering into your windows as you drove by. Watching. Happy looked up into the rear view mirror. “That guy bothering you?”

Funny. That was what Tony had asked, that night so long ago. And where was he now?

“Immensely. But. It’s fine. It’s over with now. Pepper will never take another meeting with him.” So that meant you never had to see him again. “Can you please just take me-”

“Home. I know.” His tone was warm. Reassuring. Letting you know he knew what you wanted. And was keen on delivering.

“Thank you, Happy.”

“Hey, I don’t like that guy either. Or his bodyguard. Very shifty characters...” Happy started going on and on. Always trying to keep an eye out for you.

You just needed to go home. Take a shower. Wash this ick off of you. And…

Try to finally have a long conversation with Tony. After all that… maybe it really was time.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter Seventy Three

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the year is indeterminate. its quarantine at the ua dorms. heights alliance. three months or seventeen years have passed - judging by the size of the eldritch being that had begun residing upon midoriya's head during the most recent days, or hours, itd been many an unwashed day. as far as one's memory could go back, it was a hair dye prank gone wrong during their more energetic months. their more innocent months. or yesterday.

someone sneezes. like cthulu hesitating, a burst of motion, and then stillness.

coping methods included but were not limited to: screaming in groups at exactly 1:09 am; coloring; sewing; cleaning; abusing one jirou kyouka's instuments; knitting; gardening; cleaning; taking up osu; taking up writing; taking up drawing; starting a podcast; cleaning; cooking; panicking when somebody coughs; breaking your computer because you logged 7777 attempts on a particularly popular osu beatmap and still couldnt get a full clear; cleaning; gardening; wondering where youre unused underwear went; trying to catch the sock fairy by paying too much attention to the laundry cycles; taking charge of the laundry cycles; cleaning; finding that your unused underwear was being broken down for more sewing material; throwing knives; throwing darts because a knife got stuck in midoriya's hair; cleaning; trying new tea flavors; having nightmares about midoriya's hair; hosting seances; sewing; skipping multiple meals and having thirds of thirds at 11:47 pm; working out; cleaning; meditating; taking out your anger, frustration, and existential horror on your friends (commonly referred to as "sparring", a mutually relieving process for all involved parties); summoning demons; sleeping for 20 hours and saying up for three days afterward; cleaning; overconsuming coffee; overconsuming tea; overconsuming; underconsuming and becoming a Buddhist monk for a day; overconsuming; and much more.

yaoyorozu was a prime source for entertainment once everything was overconsumed, because boredom was the antidote to rational thought on both sides. multiple bands and/or orchestras were started within the period between aloe vera-watering days. none of them were dissolved. many a student learned break beat through sheer boredom and frustration. many of the bands were metal bands, and an orchestra was to be accompanied by screaming vocals.

rabbits could be trained to play drums. six students figured out how to be a one-man band. harmonica solos were played with the soulful sorrow of isolation with the same 19 other people, day in and day out. one student had no semblance of rhythm and his name was todoroki shouto, so he was on stylish triangle, cowbell, or dulcimer duty. he played with passion.

friendships were broken and remade and many students didnt talk to each other for every or any reason between hatred and overfamiliarity sufficient enough to eliminate the need for words. often a day would pass without a spoken word. hell was afoot in heights alliance.

a student named denki was on a month-long probation for the hair dye prank. there were many laughs and some hysterical sobbing over this.

classes continued, however, aizawa sensei was the only teacher anyone saw because keeping as immobile as possible negated the spread. there were many students in this school. and six confirmed cases. one wrong move could spell an entire student body down.

so aizawa sensei hemmed and hawed for an hour or so, and the other teachers actually tried to teach things (kudos to them) but was it ochakos fault that watering the hydrangeas felt more real and more urgent than ancient literature?? no. it wasnt.

so classes were kind of ignored by everyone except midoriya and bakugou because their rivalry kept them alive and sane and it was more fun to watch than to actually participate. iida really, really tried, but even he clocked out for the day at reading aloud over a fucking half-functioning video call. everyone did, really.

sometime during may a disco was hosted in the whole dorm for several days straight and everyone owed aoyama fifty bucks.

everyone who had a birthday was hailed as god, because new things were precious and they had to mentally and emotionally support each other and keep each other from trying to figure out how to cultivate weed from lavender.

all in all, quarantine was taking a toll on all of them and they really needed therapy anyway, but they lived and kept themselves together. mostly.

#every now and then i get an absurd idea and just #you can see which part i had the most fun with #bnha #bnha quarantine #quarantine #covid 19 #covidquarantine #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fanfic #bnha fanfic #bnha quarantine fanfic #coping mechanism #angst?#angst #i will die with 'todoroki has no rhythm'

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