#Spells and Ivy ship
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Sometimes I want you to wrap your arms around my waist and kiss me until I can’t breathe. (For Puck)
"Oooh! I like the sound of that! If I'm right an this is me Dove, I will gladly oblige ye!" He's grinning and his cheeks are a wee bit red.
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Things Anne Wayne has said since becoming Batmom - Part 2
"Don't come anywhere near me; you stink of Poison Ivy."
"I will give both of you a hundred bucks if you manage to hang out with each other without trying to kill each other."
"We have a perfect training area in the batcave. Why are you butchering my garden?"
"Should we create a secret handshake in case a clone ever appears?"
"Selina is coming! Hide my jewelry!"
"So when the bat signal pops up, you answer immediately, but when I text you to ask what you want for dinner, it takes you 3 to 5 business days to respond!"
"When I said you could bring in stray animals that we could temporarily foster, I didn't mean creatures from another dimension!"
"Alright, what's the deal between Hawkgirl and Green Lantern? Their tension is so thick that not even krypotanite can cut it!"
"So who's your work husband? Jim or Clark?"
"You already have multiple weapons; why do you need a flamethrower?"
"Honey, there's a space ship in our yard!"
"Put a jacket on; you're going to fight Mr. Freeze!"
"Why can't those big villains execute their world domination plans during the summer and not during the school year? I'm running out of excuses to give your teachers!"
"You survived the Joker. You can survive dodgeball."
"Can you ask Clark if we can use the fortitude of solitude? I can't handle this heat anymore!"
"I got so bored that I named the bats. Be careful with Sheila; she bites!"
"Use the stairs like a normal person! You don't need to use the grappling hooks all the time!"
"Did you know Harley broke up with the Joker and is now with Poison Ivy? Good for her!"
"Can I borrow a bat-pen?"
"Don't you dare use the bat voice on me! We're having a serious argument!"
"With the amount of Wayne buried in the backyard, I'm not surprised if this place is haunted."
"Oh, Alfred! I found one of your guns!"
"Can you guys hurry up? You promised to watch Grey's Anatomy with me before patrol!"
"Your ass looks fine today, Bruce. Sorry kids, I forgot the coms were on!"
"I'm sorry? Which of my sons did you take? The little one? Oh, God bless you! I hope you said goodbye to your loved ones!"
"I learn Arabic for two reasons: making Damian comfortable and cussing at Ra's Al Ghul."
"I wish I could gloat at Margie. Yeah, her son won the spelling bee, but mine saved the universe!"
"The Joker's laugh is more sincere than Margie's."
"Duke, I assure you, the t-rex is just a statue."
"Damian, is that your mother on the rooftop? I gave her my number to tell me when she was coming to visit."
"You have so many things on that utility belt but not chapstick for your wife?"
"Oh, thank you, sweetie, I mean Batman!"
"Do I need to speak the opposite of what I mean for Bizarro to understand me?"
"All of my sons are like orange cats. Not one single bit of common sense in their brains."
"I bet Lois doesn't feel anxious when her husband goes on a mission. His only weakness is glow in the dark rock!"
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Puppy
Summary:After finding a puppy in the Scorch Thomas, Minho, and Newt try to convince you to keep it.
Ship: Platonic Ivy Trio x female reader
The Scorch was excruciating for everyone. There seemed to be no good in the world. After Winston died that feeling has only intensified. All the death and destruction was bringing hopelessness amongst the group.
That's why when Minho and Thomas found a dog in the Scorch they got the same idea.
"Hey buddy. You wanna come on a mission with us?"Thomas asked, patting the ground. The scrawny thing just glanced at them before lazily laying on the ground.
"Come on. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"He repeated, waiting for it to come to him. It just stared blankly.
"Let me try. Here buddy,"Minho called, letting out a whistle. The dog still didn't bother to move. It wasn't that it didn't have the strength. Despite being so scruffy it was a fairly good size with patchy, golden fur and dark, brown eyes. It was a beautiful creature, and it was also rather stubborn as I refused to come to either of them.
"Yeah. That's working really well,"Thomas sighed as kept glancing at the puppy. The roles were reversed as he made puppy eyes at the actual dog. Only Thomas would think that something like that would work.
"What are you two doing?"Newt asked, appearing behind his friends after getting a feeling there were up to no good. When he saw the adorable puppy sunbathing his heart shrieked with a childlike joy. However, his logical mind reminded him that it was a terrible idea.
For once, he decided not to listen to that. A little bit of happiness couldn't hurt them.
"Here buddy. Here boy,"He called, joining his friends in their attempt to get the animal to just give them a chance.
"Come on. Why won't he just be our friend already?"Minho groaned.
"Who are you three trying to make friends with?"You ask, just having a suspicion that all three of them disappearing meant something idiotic or dangerous was happening. Then, you spotted the creature and realized what they were trying to do.
"No,"You said firmly.
"It's fine. Who's a good dog? Who's a good boy?"Thomas repeated as if it were a magical spell.
"It is not fine. A dog means less supplies for us. If it's been out here for this long it'll be fine anyways,"You shrugged, not fully believing the last part but wanting your friends to stop messing with the animal. Especially, since you have no clue of its personality. If it's loud and energetic it could very well get one of you severely hurt. That was not a chance you could risk taking.
"But Y/N. It's so cute,"Thomas pointed out, not understanding the point of why you couldn't just take a random dog with you.
"Doesn't matter,"You argued, staring right at him.
"Look at the puppy. I know you'll want to keep it if you look at you,"Minho taunts.
"I am not looking at the dog,"You repeat.
"But it'll bring us some happiness out here,"Newt points out. You figured he'd at least see reason, but the adorable animal had him under its spell.
"We are leaving right now,"You sigh. The boys all look at each other and accept their bitter defeat.
As they stand up and you are already making your way to the ground the animal jumps up and sprints past the boys and towards you. You try to pretend it's not even there until it lets out a playful bark. You give in and look to see it wagging its tail and bouncing on its hind legs.
"Aww. You're so cute,"You exclaim, kneeling down to pet it. It flops on its back as you rub its belly.
"So we can keep him?"Thomas begs.
"No. It's a girl actually,"You state as you pat her head. "And she's mine. Isn't that right? Who's a good girl?"You asked in your best baby voice.
"But-"
"You're lucky she's going with us at all. Come on girl. You want to meet the others? Yes you do. Of course you do,"You coo, scratching her ears. As you stand up and walk away she follows you with no hesitation.
"I think it worked,"Minho questions.
"I mean kind of,"Thomas agrees.
"Yeah. Besides, she won't say it's her dog forever,"Newt tries to convince them and himself.
How wrong that was. You don't choose puppies. Puppies choose you, and this one made it quite clear who her favorite person is.
But they did have a dog with them so that's kind of a happy ending. Maybe not the one they planned for, but hey. Life works in mysterious ways, and so do adorable animals.
#tmr thomas#tmr newt#tmr minho#minho tmr#thomas tmr#newt tmr#the maze runner#platonic love#one shot#fluff#tmr
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🪦 Graveyard Date 🪦
ship: astarifen
content warning: bg3 spoilers, kn!fe (dagger) mention
author's note: had this special scene in the game n i just had to write it down 😪 (meeks told me to do so /hj)
word count: around 1.2k
After Cazador has been defeated and the pale elf had regained his cool, the party went back to the Elfsong Tavern where they had rented the entire upper floor just a couple hours ago. They all were tired, exhausted and wounded by the numerous fights with Wolves, Werewolves, Vampires and other undead creatures. Astarion kept quiet the entire walk, and so did Fenren, wanting to give his lover the space and time he needed after reliving the traumatic events in Cazador’s palace. Once they reached their chambers, Jaheira used the last bit of magic which she had left to patch up her companions with a healing spell which led to everyone mumbling a “Thank you” at her.
The hours passed rather quickly, and by now the party had changed into their comfier clothes, their bellies full with delicious food from the bar of the Tavern and ready to get a good night’s rest. This was also Fenren’s plan. The day had been long and the young half-elf had been feeling tired ever since the adrenalin left his body, which was shortly after arriving back at the Tavern. He sat on his bed, staring at nothing in particular, yet his mind was full of so many thoughts and concerns. His head perked up as he felt the side of his bed lowering, seeing his lover sit down. The younger one’s eyes went big, like the ones of a puppy and he couldn’t help but stare. Astarion kept silent for a while, gathering his thoughts before he started speaking: “I should probably start getting used to the shadows again. Who knows how long I have left in the sun?”
“We’ll find a way for you to be able to continue walking in the sun. The ritual wasn’t our last chance, I’m sure.” Fenren said, being optimistic as always.
Astarion let out a quiet sigh, yet a small smile covered his face. “Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price for my freedom.”
“Even if it is, that won’t change my opinion about you. I’ll be with you either way, I promised you that.” The ash-blond held himself back from taking his partner‘s hand, not knowing with what he’d be comfortable by now. The pale elf stood up, making the taller one look up as he was still sitting. “There’s something I’d like to show you. Not far out in the city. If you’re alright with that, that is.”
Fenren agreed, and soon they were out walking around Baldur’s Gate. The air was rather warm, yet there was a slight breeze blowing through the streets and alleys, making it comfortable to walk around.
They soon reached the graveyard, the moon shining bright, lighting up the many different tombstones. It was silent, no soul being around. Fenren took a quick look around, remembering the place. They had been fighting some Kobolds here as they were passing through on their way to the Devil’s Fee. He didn’t speak, just looked at his partner who stood in front of a tombstone which was overgrown with ivy. Astarion didn’t speak either but he moved up to the gravestone and removed the plants carefully, revealing the carved-in letters and numbers. “Nearly two hundred years and it’s my first time being here again after what he did to me.” the pale elf spoke. “When I finally got out, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his. Until today.” His gaze was sealed onto the gravestone.
Fenren chose his words wisely, not wanting to seem like it wasn’t a big deal for what happened to Astarion. “You didn’t choose to become his. What he did was take you by force.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that he did take it, leaving almost nothing left of the person I was. All he left behind was a name on a rock. And now…now I need to figure out who I am and what I want.” The pale elf became quieter towards the end of his sentence, still looking at the tombstone.
Fenren’s gaze fixated on his lover, and he spoke with sincerity: “You’re the one I love. The one I want.”
Astarion smiled, almost instantly replying with a “I feel the same.” followed by a short pause before he continued. “You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do.” He paused again, thinking of how to word his next sentence. “I feel safe with you. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.”
The young half-elf has been listening intently, his partner’s words clearly touching his heart, meaning a whole lot to him. He smiled, his heterochromia eyes sparkling in the moonlight and his gaze full of love. “Whatever happens in the future, just know I’ve always got you. Just like I promised.”
The vampire’s gaze softened, an almost relieved “Thank you.” leaving his lips before he turned back to the gravestone. “I should probably fix this.” he mumbled, taking out a dagger and carefully carving in the numbers of the current year, just under the ones which showed his living days almost two centuries ago. Once he was done he put away the dagger and kneeled down in front of the stone. The ash-blonde remained silent, letting Astarion have his moment. He just kneeled down next to him, hands on his lap and his gaze on the gravestone.
“I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough.” The vampire broke the silence with those words. “It’s time I try living again.” Astarion turned so he was facing his partner, taking the younger one’s hands in his. “With everything that life has to offer.”
Fenren looked at his lover innocently, a small. confused smile on his face. “Meaning…?”
“You know what I mean, Darling.” Is all the pale elf said before sitting up straight again.
“I have to be honest with you though. When we first met, I didn’t care about you.” This made the young half-elf chuckle. interrupting the older one. “No, that’s valid!”
Astarion chuckled as well, shaking his head before he turned serious again. “But I do care about you now. Being with you is more than just…lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance.” He paused, just like he did before. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.” His words were soft and gentle spoken, but most importantly; they were the truth.
Astarion reached out, cupping Fenren’s cheek, his thumb carefully tracing over the scar which the younger elf had gotten during a fight back when he was a child, before leaning in for a short kiss.
As he pulled away, they both smiled, their gazes full of love. The vampire gently pushed the bigger one back so he now leaned on his elbows, watching his boyfriend intently, a smile still on his face. Astarion crawled so he was now leaning over the younger one before he kissed him hungrily yet still softly, pushing his partner more and more against the dirty floor, making both of them have a night they won’t soon forget.
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tagged by @forerussake, thank you!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs
It took me a bit because... my WIP list is too long RIP (assume it's Weilan-centric for Guardian unless otherwise specified)
Back In A Spell (Grimm TV)
Conviction (OT3 smut) (Grimm TV)
Daycare (Grimm TV)
Sweet Revenge (Guardian)
In Light Of Stolen Memories (Guardian)
Soulbond [redacted] (Guardian)
YOHE rescue Ye Zun (Guardian)
Meet Cute (Zhu Hong/Li Qian, Guardian)
In This As In All Things (Guardian) (currently being posted)
Shattered Sight (Vision MV fic)
Amnesia Weilan (Guardian)
Professor Zhao smut (Guardian)
Arranged Marriage Weilan (Guardian)
GYADL canon AU (Granting You A Dreamlike Life)
Claudia time travel (Assassin's Creed)
Warlord Kunlun (Guardian)
Death's Twin (Harry Potter)
Bio lecture 101 (Weilanzun, Guardian)
Lin Jing roof scene (Guardian)
AC2 x Weilan crossover cont'd
VP torture, Porsche talk (KinnPorsche the Series)
omega!Kunlun (Guardian)
kidfic snippets (Guardian)
First Kiss reprise (Guardian)
4+1 scentmarked (Guardian)
YOHE slave au (Guardian)
sense 8 au draft (Dragon Age 2)
Dead Dove Weilan (Guardian)
Ye Zun's pillar trap (Guardian)
Early Meeting AU (Guardian)
kink negotiations (Guardian)
Weilan case fic (Guardian)
Chief Zhao roleplay (Guardian)
Imperial Murder Mystery (ChuGuo + Weilan, Guardian)
Gu Xiang PoV time travel (Word of Honor)
Mystery sequel (Guardian)
Deja Vu (Castlevania)
Ye Zun pregfic (Weilanzun, Guardian)
Special Assignment (Leia & Darth Vader, Star Wars)
Poison Ivy Weilan (Guardian)
Heipaoshi Roleplay (Guardian)
ChuGuo first time (ChuGuo, Guardian)
Yashou Arrival Festival (Guardian)
Da Qing raised ZYL (Guardian)
Historical Era retcon (Guardian)
Ye Zun - Breeze (no ships, Guardian)
Double Date: cagefight (ChuGuo + Weilan, Guardian)
Juma future fic (Disney's Descendants)
Dark Canon Divergence (Guardian)
Mob Boss!Shen Wei (Guardian)
Himbo in Love (XuanLi Untamed)
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and honestly anyone else who wants to share their WIP list! I have more than enough tags left over 😂
#WIP list#I feel like I'm forgetting something#but oh well#ingno writes#feel free to send me asks about the WIPs!#I left my old RTAH stuff off#because I'm not sure I'm returning to it at this point#so no sense in adding it to an already long list#tag meme
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How about 34. — mint? 👀
Sorry for the wait and sorry this is so long and mostly uneventful but I have a second part started already heheh
It was originally going to be a little red riding hood au thing but it's only barely that now? It's fine, it's fine, it's just fluff
Herbal Remedies
Ship: Ulbrig Olesk x Aldis (AU)
Tags: Fluff, a little spooky stuff, very slow burn (nothing really happens yet but it's fine)
Words: 1563
The path ahead of Aldis is clear and maintained, the dirt road edged with cloudberries, mint, lichen and moss covered boulders, and the tracks of little animals that have made their way through the woods before her and who’ll come scurrying back after her. Birdsong punctuates the pleasant breeze that sweeps through the trees, the air is crisp and clear, and puffy white clouds roll lazily across the bright blue sky through the pines overhead.
Aldis leans down on the side of the path, bending at the waist to pluck handfuls of mint growing wildly on the side of the road. Good for anxiety, stomach aches, insomnia, she thinks, cool blue eyes looking over the other herbs growing nearby, just further off the road. She tucks the fistfuls of mint into a wicker basket hanging lazily in the crook of her arm, the leaves and broken stems staining the white cloth inside slightly. It doesn’t bother her. She follows the wild herbs, foraging through them. Ground ivy for colds, wood nettle for allergies and teas, linden blossoms and hawthorn and juniper and wild garlic and flowers and roots and sweet cloudberries all make their way into her basket, ready to be used in tinctures and teas and poultices. It’s not magic, not really, but it’s all useful in its own way–especially when made with love and care.
She turns, starts to head back towards the path. It’s only when she’s been walking for a good 15 minutes that she realizes she’s lost. She doesn’t think that she’d wandered off the path that far, surely she just needs to retrace her steps, make her way back to the last landmark she remembers–but what landmarks are there really in a swath of wild herbs? She sees a patch of mint that’s been picked over already, did she do that? She takes a different direction from there this time. She still can’t find the road. She stops then, looking around, turning in place. The trees all look the same, maybe denser now, darker, brambles twisting and twining at their bases and catching on the hem of her dress as she turns. Had there been brambles before? She doesn’t remember seeing them, at least.
The air feels colder here, on the bitter end of crisp, she pulls her cloak up tighter around her neck and pulls her hood over her head, fitting her horns carefully through holes in the fabric. The soft mint-green fabric hangs in folds around her head and shoulders and billows out behind her in a sudden gust of wind that manages to make its way through the trees. She should have brought a guard with her. She can manage on her own usually, and usually Freyr insists that she bring someone with her when she goes on these little walks, but she’d managed to slip out on her own without an escort today. She’s a witch–even if Freyr doesn’t know that little fact about her–and she can handle herself just fine.
She feels the tips of her fingers tingle with frost as she prepares a spell. She doesn’t feel like she’s alone anymore. She knows this feeling. She turns again, brambles clinging and tearing at her dress, and sees a wall of white fog behind her. Shapes move in the fog, looming, massive but almost fluid in the grace with which they seem to phase in and out of existence in the thick fog. She hears a dry rattling sound, like dry sticks clacking against each other. The world around her starts to swim, and she feels like she might pass out, the corners of her vision starting to go black. A shape starts to emerge from the fog, tall and lean, an elk–
She turns and runs. Her dress and cloak snag and tear on the brambles around her, branches whipping at her face and arms and chest as she sprints through the woods away from it. She knows what it is, she owes everything to it, but she doesn’t want to face it. She runs until her lungs burn and her legs grow nearly too weak to stand, and when she finally collapses it’s nearing dark and she’s even more lost than she was before. Dark, quiet voices whisper in the trees, and the fog she’d so desperately been trying to outrun starts to filter into the clearing she lies in, and her heart races still even if she can’t even muster up the strength to drag herself away from all of it.
Aldis manages to prop herself up slightly with her back against the stump of a fallen tree, every breath dragging itself out of her lungs like knives against flesh and her vision begins to swim again. She squeezes her eyes shut, fear overtaking her and resigning her to flee in the only way she can now–by just not seeing what the beast will do to her.
The voices stop abruptly, and a warmth seeps into her chilled body. Birdsong returns to the woods (she hadn’t really noticed its absence until now). When she opens her eyes, a man is there, crouched in front of her, a hand outstretched and nearly brushing her cheek. She flinches back, thwacking the back of her head against the stump. Apparently, she does it with enough force to knock herself out cold.
When Aldis wakes up, it’s somewhere warm and comfortable–a bed that practically swallows her up, lined with furs and heavy quilts and plush pillows and more than a few large feathers. She sits up slowly, a hand coming up to caress the back of her head where a dull throbbing pain radiates out. The smell of woodsmoke and fresh bread fills the air, along with something unplaceable but distinctly masculine.
The room is comfortable, small with walls of cobbled stone and wood, a high arching ceiling with exposed beams above her, a large window in the roof letting in natural light–from a sunset. Or a sunrise, she can’t tell, but either would mean that she’s been here for far too long. Aldis sits up fully, swinging her legs out off the side of the bed, in time for the wooden front door to swing open and a hulking figure to enter.
Aldis tenses on the bed where she sits, blue eyes growing wide at the sight of the imposing man as he enters, his frame filling the doorway and his head tilting down just slightly to clear the top of it. When he straightens up inside and notices her awake, he smiles warmly.
“Didn’t mean to frighten you like that,” he says sheepishly, warm, slightly gruff voice filling the space between them.
“You didn’t,” she starts, noting the pitying look he casts at her. “I mean you did, but I was frightened already.”
He sets a bundle of firewood down by the hearth and approaches her. “What frightened you then?” There’s a hint of relief in his voice, the corners of his eyes crinkling faintly with a small smile.
Aldis stares up at him for a moment, then releases a breath. “Ijiraq,” she explains. “I ran into one years ago and it’s never very far away now it seems.”
His smile fades almost instantly. “So you’ve been cursed then,” he says, voice low and serious now, all warmth gone from it.
“Something like that. If you could point me in the direction of the road though, I can be out of your hair–you won’t have to deal with my curse at all, I assure you.”
He waves a hand, turning and crossing the room to a shelf lined with little trinkets. “Nonsense,” he says, large hands grasping a small wooden effigy. He spits on it, then rubs his saliva into the wood with the hem of his shirt. “This should help just fine.”
Aldis takes the effigy between two fingers, holding it out away from herself slightly. “Oh! Is this… Is this magic?” She asks, feigning curiosity. She’s familiar enough with ‘folk magic’, and more palatable kinds of magic like that. She always claims to partake in that, not in the witchcraft actually practices. Better to be safe than burned at the stake, after all.
“Nah, not exactly,” he replies, cheeks flushing slightly. “But it’s better than magic anyway. I can walk you back to the path too, if you’d like,” he offers, extending a hand out towards her. “Ulbrig Olesk.”
Aldis takes his hand gently, about to let him kiss it–like most men would–but instead he gives it a firm shake that requires movement from her entire arm.
“Aldis Monstad,” she replies, smiling broadly up at him. He helps her to her feet, and leads her towards the door.
“Well, miss Monstad, let’s get you home.”
The walk back to the path is uneventful, and the walk back to civilization is even more boring once Aldis is alone again. She’d invited Ulbrig to town with her, she’d like to treat him to a warm dinner at the inn at least, but he declines.
She carries the effigy tucked in a pocket on her dress, fingers prodding at it lightly as she walks. It’s useless, apart from reminding her of the gentle mountain of a man who took her in and saved her–but in that way, it’s priceless to her. After all, how hard would it be to get lost again?
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Your OCs are playing Never Have I Ever! What's the "never have I ever" that someone else would use specifically to target them? (i.e. something super specific that's intended to only apply to them)
Siv: "Never have I ever come back from the dead three times."
Jay: "Never have I ever tried to make a meth lab in a high school chemistry closet."
Cassandra: "Never have I ever fucked my fiancee on Director Hawke's desk."
Hailey: "Never have I ever been bled ectoplasm."
Esme: "Never have I ever caused at least four people to go blind."
Arya: Never have I ever been hunted by the Spanish Inquisition."
Gina: "Never have I ever inadvertently caused a person to erase themself from the timeline."
Ember: "Never have I ever flung Eobard Thawne thirty feet in the air by manipulating the ground itself in order to protect my employee."
Cat: "Never have I ever doxxed the Queen of England."
Max: "Never have I ever crushed a billionaire under my heel."
Kyle: "Never have I ever been shot by the boyfriend of some woman I've never even met."
Eric: "Never have I ever had all my hair go white at once because I refused to use another person as a conduit for a spell."
Jacob: "Never have I ever mercy-killed my own brother."
Antonio: "Never have I ever been granted insanely powerful psychic powers by my dying sister."
Reggie: "Never have I ever trapped my friends in a D&D campaign by accident while learning to use illusion magic."
Ameerah: "Never have I ever used my empath abilities to cheat in the Academic Decathlon."
Rania: "Never have I ever burned a serial killer mad scientist's lab to the ground."
Meredith: "Never have I ever misused time travel to go back and prevent my glasses from breaking."
Director Hawke: "Never have I ever started a human trafficking ring."
Cory: "Never have I ever dropped a TV out a third story window."
Kelsie: "Never have I ever been mistaken for Poison Ivy."
Torryn: "Never have I ever survived my own assassination."
Onnie: "Never have I ever disintegrated an entire crime family, all while recovering from major surgery."
Pippa: "Never have I ever been struck by lightning in the bathtub."
Jessi: "Never have I successfully faked my own death and continued to have a successful music career by brainwashing everyone to think I'm dead with my hypnotic singing voice."
Hyun-Ki: "Never have I ever lost almost three years of my life to be an insane pop star's hypnotized publicity boyfriend."
Marie: "Never have I ever forcibly become the queen of a malevolent cybernetic hive mind."
Qiara: "Never have I ever done gender the literal weirdest way, as in my species doesn't really have gender but I do, so it's like you're trans but not kinda?"
Liah: "Never have I ever been casted for a movie and quit in order to become an engineer."
Soraya: "Never have I ever defied Starfleet orders and commandeered a ship to get home for Eid."
Laila: "Never have I ever fallen head-over-heels for an evil scientist who enjoys torturing people for fun."
Athena: "Never have I ever held a planet for ransom by implanting a bomb in their leader's chest while he was sleeping."
Reyna: "Never have I ever built a translation matrix to talk to my pet snake."
Thalia: "Never have I ever framed myself for murder."
Pyrrha: "Never have I ever hid from my doctor for three hours by somehow squeezing in under the hospital bed."
Samira: "Never have I ever been held hostage by someone born in the 1100's."
Aldrich: "Never have I ever graduated from Oxford in the class of 1832."
Sohelia: "Never have I ever wrestled two bears to the ground."
Victorie: "Never have I ever been kicked out of Canada by the British."
Matt: "Never have I ever dislocated my shoulder while running from a pair of diseased bears."
Dolores: "Never have I ever debated whether or not drinking expired blood was worth it."
Vanessa: "Never have I ever been mutated into a giant monster against my will."
Kayla: "Never have I ever moved in with an ex-assassin who I met while we were assigned to take out the same target."
Dori: "Never have I ever been stuck in the form of Ariana Grande for a week and a half."
Ellis: "Never have I ever punched an archangel in the face."
Gabi: "Never have I ever killed god."
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Hello ooc introduction! Last updated 4/12/24
I’m Coolcat101s (that’s where I follow from) I’ve been rping on and off for over a decade now, but this is my first time rping in the dc community. My response speed and length varies but I’m online often. I’m primarily a mobile user.
Much like dc canon the ‘canonical’ (for lack of a better word) nature of any given story line is decided by vibes especially since this is a crossover friendly blog I figure this approach will help make things mesh best so if I ever have plot holes or contradict myself maybe that was a different continuity
Along that thought line while there are plots happening and time passing, because rping takes time I won’t say there’s like a set matching timeframe if that makes sense? comic time logic you know? Sometimes a day takes 3 panels and sometimes it’s 3 issues.
It can take people a while to reply I get that ^^”
Posts are in character unless otherwise specified, but some posts are meant to be things that happen in the “real world” the stylistic chooses should make these posts obvious but I like to practice writing with my ocs so expect those sometimes
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I am okay with shipping/flirting with Artem I think it’s fun ^^ but be aware that they are pretty oblivious to many things
I’m okay with violence in rp but I’d like a conversation before we do anything that would need a content warning
Same with more suggestive content, conversions first, probably using a red/yellow/green check in system in the tags
Minors can interact but be mindful! Muse and mun are the same age (You should really be mindful anytime youre in a mixed age group but that is sometimes forgotten by many in online spaces) I tend to keep things pg 13 and anything not would be tagged as ‘suggestive’. Any minors caught interacting with anything tagged as suggestive will get one warning in case they didn’t read this post but after that you will be blocked if it happens again
Im crossover friendly but only for content that I know if I don’t know it Artem will act confused and will wrap it up to multidimensional shenanigans causing worlds to temporarily touch or whatnot. ( known crossovers that I’m chill with: Danny Phantom, Miraculous Ladybug I’ll add more as I come across them I guess)
Artem was a self insert at one point but they became their own thing after rotating them in different scenarios so now they’re their own oc
Ongoing arc(s):
Power suppression arc (hiatus kinda, abduction interrupted so might be done)
Magic experiments
Completed arc: abduction arc
Bread boy arc
-4’11 blue eyes, hair is naturally brown but they keep it blue
-birthday June 11th (whatever year makes their age match mine in whatever continuity also their chart isn’t mathematically possible but it’s what makes sense for them)
-they’re agender and pan/demisexual, also polyamorous in theory but single in practice
They have a boyfriend
-went to college on a full Wayne scholarship, they have a bachelors in English with a minor in folklore
-job hops between restaurant and goon positions
-the first goon they ever worked for was calendar man when they were 16 and they currently work under riddler, scarecrow, and ivy
-they get robbed a lot because they have a resting smile and generally give the vibe of an easy mark when not hanging out with scary people (subsequently they hang out with scary people often)
-lives in a building owned by Red Hood but it’s debatable if they know that
-Forcibly outed as a meta publicly during the abduction arc
Artem also has an easy time learning instruments and perfect pitch but they don’t equate those to a meta ability (it is linked to their power though)
-has a cat and an aloe plant
-soft spot for kids
-Artem is a witch but doesn’t have much time to study, does small spells though
-grew up going to an anti meta church/cult
-Joker killed their mom in front of them when they were 16, they aren’t really the killing type when at all possible so they don’t seek vengeance but they avoid him at all costs and will not work with him
— any joker rper, I’m cool with rping but it would be violent and grief filled so like before starting that rp dm me so we can have guidelines
This post will be edited as needed
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Crescendo in the Clouds Pt 1
Theme: Ivy’s Solemn Empire
This journey couldn't possibly get any worse! The elusive Amu Amu flower, said to help regulate the flow of aether and therefore make casting spells both easier and more potent has yet to be found! Leleni and Zoronado searched high and low, near and far for this plant only to give up empty handed. She didn't understand– she followed the directions of the locals perfectly! Did someone pluck them all before she could reach them? Are they extinct? Or did the Vanu Vanu lie to her as a joke?! The more the woman thought about it on their journey back to Camp Cloudtop, the angrier it made her; she will become one of the top magi of Heartwood and she will do anything to see her dream fulfilled! Yet… getting pranked by a big dumb cloudkin was absolutely demoralizing!
Clearly the Twelve weren’t satisfied with her suffering, as if Nald’thal himself made certain that her journey did, in fact, get worse. Leleni uses Zoronado as her own personal alarum clock, pulling him into a tight hug in the morning until his ticklish breath on her neck and ear stirred her from her deep sleep; but when she reached out to begin this ritual, he was nowhere to be found. Leleni eventually popped up to realize he was gone– he was not in their tent, nor was he anywhere around Camp Cloudtop! The only clue she had was a little note left beside her that read, “Going out for an errand! Please stay here Len-Len! XOXO” When she poked her head out of the tent, it was already past midday. The entire morning was gone and so was her faithful champion! Despite sleeping for half of the day she didn’t feel well rested at all, but at least the campsite was relatively peaceful aside from the occasional gaelicat swooping down to try and steal her breakfast. Leleni sat there in seething silence, angrily munching down her sandwich while rehearsing her tirade to Zoronado upon his return in her head. How could he leave her all alone out here? Where did he even go? What errand required him to sneak off in the morning?! Their tickets to the ship returning to Ishgard were still neatly folded in her pack, so he was still in the Sea of Clouds somewhere…
Her boiling anger suddenly turned to worry. These floating islands were dangerous to travel alone; what if he got attacked by some foul beast? What if he slipped and fell into the clouds below?! Leleni dropped what was left of her breakfast and shot up to her feet. There was no way to track him down if he was in trouble. The thought of him screaming and falling to his death or being crunched between the teeth of some monster made her stomach sink into her knees– the world is a dangerous place, especially for Lalafell. Now all she could do was worry, with eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears.
Thwip thwip thwip thwip thwip thwip!
The unmistakable sound of propellers caused her pointy ears to perk up. A shadow swept across the grassy field before the Lalafell, tempting her to look skyward; a flying machine circled high overhead before it began its descent! Leleni’s heart skipped a beat at the prospect of getting robbed by sky pirates or worse– kidnapped! Her spellstaff was neatly tucked away in her things, too far to get before they were upon her! Instead she tucked her shears intended for the Amu Amu flower behind her back and held her breath, deciding it would be best to get close enough to neuter one of them with an upward stab between the legs before they managed to-
“Hey hey!” Zoronado waved down at Leleni before quickly regrabbing the steering stick as the airship wobbled! Slowly but surely he reached the edge of the island, stirring up the wind with the large propellers mounted on the back. He reached between his legs and pulled at some sort of crank, and the giant white dorsal sail folded down as the ship went into standby. “Sorry I took so long, Len-Len. But I wanted to surprise you!”
“W-what is the meaning of this?!” Leleni demanded, quickly wiping at her face to hide her tears. “Where did you get that?!”
“When we first came to Camp Cloudtop I saw someone offering airship flying licenses…” Zoronado started, rising to his feet and proudly putting his hands on his hips. “I know you’re frustrated with not finding your plant, so… I thought maybe we could take a break from searching and fly around for a bit?” Leleni blinked a few times in silence. The fear of him being hurt or dead was washed away by the breeze, with her anger returning to fill in the space left behind.
She wanted to yell at him. She wanted to stomp her feet and berate him for abandoning her out here, unguarded, vulnerable, and unaware. She wanted to yank him off that stupid machina and give him a good slap across the face, but… she couldn’t. Seeing that big dimpled grin across his oblivious face melted her heart like heated butter, and those big blue eyes of his were deep enough to drown her fury in no time flat. She let out a defeated sigh, unable to keep up with this staring contest. “Oh-...” Her voice cracked, causing her to quickly clear her throat and stand up straight. “Okay…”
Zoronado offered his hand once she waddled over, and with a strong pull, he lifted her off the ground and into the vacation she so sorely needed.
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“Trick or treat!” Dis says, wearing a tight black jumpsuit she sewed herself, complete with attached tail and a hood with cat ears. “Do you have anything nice for me, meow?”
Puck decided to go with an owl costume this year because why wouldn't he think of a poem to match with Dis' costume. The Owl and the Pussycat of course!
"A merry Samhain to ye me Dove! I have tae say ye look Purrrfect!" He grins and pushes his owl hat a little higher. It was wont to slip down a little.
"Of course I do!" He pulls a bouquet of chocolate Roses out of nowhere and leans in to give her a kiss. Careful not to mess up any face paint she might have applied.
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Unexpected Reunion
It was completely unexpected. The Heartless had jumped onto the Gumni Ship as the four inside were traveling to another world. “Uh guys, we got company.” Goofy said.
“You think?!” Donald yelled. He held the controls for the ship, tightly in his wings. The ship had started to sway as he tried to rid the creatures off.
“Is there anyway we can fight them?” Selena asked.
“No, if we leave the ship then we’ll just be floating in the Lanes! All I can do is try to get them off!”
The ship started doing a variety of turns and loops as Donald tried to rid the Heartless. Sora and Selena held onto their seats when the duck started. Goofy held a hand to his mouth. “Gwarsh, I think I’m gonna be sick.” He mumbled. Before anyone could hand him something to contain the vomit, the alarms started going off.
“What’s happening?” Sora asked.
“The Heartless have damaged the engine.” Donald said. “We’re gonna crash!”
“But we’re not even close to a world!” Sora said.
That’s when Selena felt her Keyblade in her hand. Something in her was telling her to use it to open up a gateway to a world. Why? Why was her instinct telling her this? She had no time to think, she simply pointed the Keyblade ahead and fired a spell. A portal opened just as the ship started to plunge down. The next thing she knew, she and Sora were falling from the sky. Fast.
The two landed on the ground. Selena grunted when her body made contact with the ground. She groaned as she steadied her arms to lift herself up. “You okay Sora?” She asked as she looked at her friend. The pained groan confirmed that he is still alive. She got up and helped him into a sitting position.
“Thanks.” He said. He then looked around. “Where are we? Where’s Donald and Goofy?”
“I don’t know. We should get some answers.”
After making sure that they had no major injuries, the two stood up and took off. They were on the rocky ground of a mountain. They walked until they came to a path and followed it up. After some time of walking, they came across a gate. They saw ivy covering the bottom of of the metal bars and some pillars. On top of the pillars stood a raven holding a key in its beak, looking at each other. They looked at the top of the gate to see an insignia, a raven donkey a key and flying with black wings on the edge of it. Then they saw the name of the location, Night Raven College.
“A school?” Sora said in confusion. “Who could help us here?”
“The principal.” Selena said. “Let’s go in and find them, maybe we can get some answers.” She grabbed a hold of one of the gates and pulled. The metal swayed in her direction and the two entered. They walked along the cobblestone streets to find the campus. They stopped when they saw something particular. The street they stood on had seven statues, four on one side and three on the other. These weren’t ordinary statues, but statues of people they had defeated. Selena felt a chill go down her spine when she saw Malecent’s statue. She then looked at the writing. “The Thorn Fairy.” She mumbled.
“Why are there statues of—“ Sora started to say but another voice joined in.
“They’re called the Great Seven, and you shouldn’t speak bad about them here unless you want to be beaten to a pulp.” The voice said. They turned around and saw a girl with a cat like creature next to her. When Selena saw her, she felt the color drain from her face. She knew who this is, even though both had gotten older, she knew those eyes. They’re the eyes that’s shared between her family. The girl with glasses looked at her in confusion.
“What are you doing here?” The creature said. “We can’t hold any more people in Ramshackle!”
“Grim! Be nice!”
“Don’t tell me what to do Henchman!”
The girl rolled her eyes before looking at the guests again. “I’m sorry about him. Can I help?” She asked.
“Do you know where the principal is?” Sora asked. “We need his help with figuring out where we are and how to find our friends.”
“The Headmage here is a bit useless. I’ve been trying to find a way home because he can’t be bothered to do it. But, y’all are in Twisted Wonderland, a world full of magic.
“Okay.”
“What’s your name?” Selena asked.
“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.” The girl said. “I’m Estella.”
“As in Garcia?”
“Yes… how do you know that? Who are you?”
“Look, you may not remember me since it’s been so long but I’m Selena, your cousin.”
Estella’s eyes went wide and she took a good look at Selena. Memories started to resurface, the girls playing with toys, playing games with her and her brothers, watching movies at sleepovers they begged their moms to have. She softly gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. “Selena?” She mumbled. “My god, I-I can’t believe it.” She immediately ran and gave her cousin a hug. “I can’t believe you’re still alive.”
The long haired girl returned the hug. “And I’d thought I’d never see any of my family again.” She whispered. Both girls started crying as they hugged each other tighter. Never in a million years would either of them expected to reunite with each other in a different world. It was completely unexpected.
@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @anxious-twisted-vampire @achy-boo @abyssthing198 @yukii0nna
#estella garcia#selena garcia#garcia cousins#AND THE REUNION IS DONE!!!#they’re definitely gonna be swapping stories of their adventures later
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1. Yes, but what they know is not the full truth typically. Best example is in Young Justice, the world is made to believe their base is the Hall of Justice, when that’s just a ruse, the real base is an orbiting satellite in space called the Watchtower.
2. Yes the public knows about Batman. The degree of how much they know about him can vary by story.
3. Both? Definitely vigilante, but in Gotham that means hero.
4. Yes!! In fact, my favorite interpretation is that people think Superman doesn’t even have a secret identity, and that his “secret identity” is as his birth self, Kal-El, and that he lives in the fortress of solitude. Lex Luthor uses xenophobia to rally people, saying that an alien shouldn’t be a protector of/champion for humanity.
5. Nightwing!!
6. Oooof there’s a lot here.
Canon I’ll go: Clark/Lous, Batman/Catwoman, Bruce/Talia, Dick/Barbara, Dick/Starfire, Tim/Stephanie, Tim/Bernard Dowd, Barry Allen/Iris West, Wally West/Linda Park, Wally West/Artemis Crock (Young Justice), Jason Todd/Artemis of Bana Migdrall (cannot spell that haha), Green Arrow/Black Canary, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy, Raven/Beast Boy, and I’m definitely missing some but that’s what I’m thinking of rn.
Non-Canon (NOT INCLUDING BATCEST OR ANY OTHER INCEST/AGE-DIFFERENCE SHIPS!!): Batman/Superman, Batman/Superman/Wonder Woman, basically Batman/anyone on the JL besides Shazam, Dick Grayson/Wally West (love this one), Jason Todd/Roy Harper, Tim Drake/Kon Kent, Tim Drake/Kon Kent/Bernard Dowd, Damian Wayne/Jon Kent, Hal Jordan/Barry Allen, Ted Kord (Blue Beetle)/Booster Gold (practically canon lol), Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, and I’m definitely missing some but that’s what I’m thinking of rn.
7. Really really really really weird.
8. Jon Kent is the second main universe Superboy!! He is the son of Lois and Clark, and is Damian Wayne’s best friend. Recently, he was aged up for various reasons, so he’s roughly 18 I THINK, which puts him a few years ahead of Damian which made people Not Thrilled. He has operated (and I think technically still is operating) as Superman himself, and he is bisexual!!
9. Yep still Nightwing (Dick Grayson). Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, and Tim Drake are up there too.
10. I have a FEW: Donna Troy, Cassie Sandsmark, Duke Thomas, Carrie Kelly, and I’m definitely missing some but that’s what I’m thinking of rn.
11. Okay so the college thing I believe is a fanon thing, but I love it. She is a psychologist or psychiatrist (can’t remember which rn), though her license has probably been revoked several times over by now. She did leave the joker, and has an amazing girlfriend (Poison Ivy) now. She and Batman aren’t friends-friends, but they aren’t particularly enemies either. Fanon will fluctuate with that though. Take your pick!
12. Yes!! The secret Batfamily stuff is a non-canon compliant fanon trope (that I do love to read and see, but don’t want in canon)
13. Depends on who you ask. Truly. He has done some bad stuff to his kids in the comics, but that’s what happens when hundreds of writers and artists all give their own take on the character, over now almost 100 years. I personally prefer Good Dad Batman, and tenddddd to choose to ignore the terrible things he did in canon on occasion. Others don’t, and that’s okay.
(Also for the Jason Todd anon: literally just WFA for free)
Hi! i hope you got done what you needed to get done nad have been having a good day :)
anyway, omg thanks for clearing up some confusion, would love to hear your 'personal canon' is that like a collection of headcanons or fanon or is it a bunch of small canons that fit together? sorry if this doesn't make sense. Is it, like, something you have it nailed down or do you see something, think, 'oh thats neat' and add it to your collection?
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Have you ever considered Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd or Damian Wayne/Dani Fenton? What are your thoughts?
i like my ships healthy and mutual so good with these ships in a general sense.
i think jason would need to do a lot of work before he's ready to date. i am giving a firm no to jazz being his therapist in any official capacity because doctor/patient relationships aren't healthy or balanced. but the scenario i'm imagining for them is maybe jason after getting a better hold of his life and anger issues starts attending collage just because he likes learning and considers it a nice break. a place where he can pretend to be normal. and there he'd meet jazz who is attending for a semester to take advantage of their famous psych program and act as a ta. she still went to an ivy league this is a temporary arrangement. and they have some sort heroic meet cute where jazz places herself in his mind by having a level head during a crisis and being ready and willing to body slam a villain. they'll meet again after this as civilians and jason doesn't entirely trust her, because the schools psych department has a Bad history, and pretty ivy league girls don't belong in Gotham. she's also a touch too naive and chipper and far too observant for his liking. she notices that he's hurting almost immediately and probably puts together that he's jason todd a little to quickly for anyone's comfort. i imagine there would be an exchange where he tries to gaslight her like "jason todd is dead." and jazz just kinda waves him off because "who says death is the end."
i reckon he gets properly paranoid and does a background check on her and finds her crazy parents and her crazy town and ends up deciding actually the fact that she's so well adjusted is suspicious. crazy breeds crazy. where is she keeping hers.
so of course he enters full paranoia, and kinda stalking mode and jazz notices that he's stalking her and calls him out and he's genuinely startled that she notice she was being stalked at all. probably leads to an argument that has them not talking to each other until of course something goes wrong. i'm kinda imagining the sheer horror that would be scarecrow and spectra teaming up and trying to experiment on the psych students. so jazz ends up teaming up with red hood to handle the situation because she recognizes spectra and knows how to deal with her. jason is all hesitant and rude as hell to her but she doesn't care because they have lives to save. they end up saving each other back and forth and jason truly takes in the fact that jazz is a badass with some sort of training. especially because spectra is really bad for him and jazz handles that entire part of the fight.
afterwards jazz ends up revealing that she figured out red hood and most of the bats identity a long time ago. jason's slightly more willing to trust her, since it's basically been spelled out to him that her crazy is that she's been literally fighting ghosts for years. that's the kind of crazy he's comfortable with. but jazz is having none of it. just because they fight well together and he's decided to trust her doesn't make stalking her okay. she like her privacy and she wants her boundaries respected. and if their relationship is going to go anywhere he's going to have to learn to be less paranoid.
from their we could have a proper slow burn, healing fic, where jason has to deal with his baggage and earn jazz's trust and love. i absolutely see them having fantastic chemistry. bad boy/nerdy girl. jazz doesn't take his shit but can help him through the rough process that is therapy. the sass and affection would come out in equal measure. they argue about books. jason teasing jazz about being short and a perfectionist. jazz inflicted his family on him whenever possible (minus bruce because she can read the room). and that's not to mention the future plot moments, such as jason meeting danny and being faced with a protective paranoid little brother. jazz meeting the bats and dealing with seven paranoid protective siblings and their dad. ghost fighting. figuring out how the Lazarus pit relates to the ghost zone. comparing and contrasting danny and jason. jazz and harley meeting at some point. what happens when it's time for jazz to go back to her ivy league. i see a lot of potential in this pairing.
as for dani/damian. well my first thought is gremlin x gremlin dynamic. they're too young for me to think seriously about their relationship. but crushes and friendship possibly growing into something more when they're older can be a thing. for the time being though i see them as best friends who fight and tease each other constantly but who also enable and encourage each other to do the most chaotic shit imaginable. they sap each others brain cells and even though they're highly capable and intelligent and powerful, they will just do the dumbest shit. like they will do smart things to pull off the dumb shit. alfred deserves a vacation. you know damian is taking full advantage of dani's ghost powers. and dani's learning assassin skills from him. and she encourages damian to pull more pranks and he encourages her to be more ruthless. and they've stolen a concerning amount of animals. and they both struggle with issues of abandonment and inferiority. they're just chaotic and i love that for them.
you didn't bring it up but i could also see dani/billy batson being a ship though the dynamic would be a bit more fun and angsty. homeless kids bonding and going on brightly colored adventures. they would definitely bring out each others goofy sides. but also deal with identity issues and questions of mortality so angst potential is there to. family drama. friendship, having to handle things on their own. they have their lion's share of adventures. also just the mental image of this ten year old in an grown up costume introducing a 12 year old ghost clone as his girlfriend would be chaotic as hell. especially because they can't confirm dani's age without asking. she might be as old as shazam but look young because she's dead (the reality that she's technically only a year old). it's awkward. and just seeing their two figures next to each other is funny to me. meanwhile in human form they could pass as siblings. there's a dynamic here, i'm sure of it. still pretty childish as far as romance goes but fun - Hestia
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Homebrew Deity Conversions for Pathfinder 2e (Part 1)
I figured I’d just try the conversions from D&D 5e to PF 2eand see how it went. I think I’ll do these in blocks because they’re a bit longer and more involved than the D&D 5e versions, and I’ll leave out Boons/Curses for the moment to come back to later. So. Let’s start with six of my homebrew deities. Four of what I think of as the ‘primal’ deities of the pantheon. Not in the Pathfinder tradition sense, but in the ‘dawn of the world’ sense. Leithal, Iskuur, Nuissas and Ket. And the two equally primal deities of magic, Oromasdes and Immara.
(I should mention, Nuissas is a major god, not minor, she just got put at the bottom of the original list by mistake. I’ll get around to editing that)
(Reposting with some edits)
Part 1: Primal Deities, Part 2: Deities of Grave and Boundary, Part 3: Deities of Civilisation, Part 4: Evil Deities
LEITHAL, THE VERDANT SWELL
Chaotic Good Goddess of Earth, Nature and Life
Realm: The Green Well
Allies: Iskuur, Oromasdes, Deima, Doram, Heein-Sheein, Nuissas
Enemies: Iletal
Relationships: Deima (subordinate and friend), Oromasdes (a partnership of earth and sun), Iskuur (her partner in elemental might)
Worshippers: Druids, farmers, gatherers, healers, relief workers
Sacred Colours: Green, Gold
Symbol: Ivy Vine
Leithal is the font of life, the raw well of energy at the heart of the earth. She is the font, the upspring, the green outrush from the seed to the tree. Unchecked abundance, the chaotic bloom of vitality. She feeds all, she shelters all, she strengthens all. Her heart beats in earth and soil, her breath spreads seeds across the land. She is the vast forest, the ripe field, the tiny flower blooming among the stone. She offers boundless nuture. Life is her only goal, and all living things may beg healing, strength and shelter from her. Even the undead, should they only preserve themselves and not seek the destruction of life, need not fear her. She has unending patience and limitless strength. All will return to her eventually. She is the root of the cycle, life to death to life again. She fears nothing, only pours her strength and her joy and her vitality out into the world. Annihilation is her only enemy, and she fears it not at all. So long as even a seed survives the fire, all the world will bloom again at her command.
Edicts: Encourage life and joy, give freely and generously, foster strength and growth.
Anathema: Starve or deprive others, burn or blight the world, heal or help someone only to torture them further later.
Follower Alignments: Chaotic Good, Chaotic Neutral, Neutral Good, Neutral
DEVOTEE BENEFITS
Divine Ability: Constitution or Wisdom
Divine Font: Heal
Divine Skill: Nature
Favoured Weapon: Scythe
Domains: Earth, Healing, Nature, Passion
Cleric Spells: 1st Summon Plant or Fungus, 2nd Entangle, 4th Spike Stones
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ISKUUR, THE STORM LORD
Chaotic Neutral God of Storms, Seas, Freedom and Might
Realm: Cloud Galleon
Allies: Leithal, Immara, Weyloun, Orem, Yorm, Heein-Sheein
Enemies: Iletal, Borkh, sometimes Ineia
Relationships: Leithal (partner deity), Weyloun (blood brother), Immara (shared domain), Ineia (extremely contentious relationship, particularly where land-based civilisation encroach on the sea)
Worshippers: Whalers, spear-fishers, pirates, rebels, slaves
Sacred Animal: Kraken
Sacred Colours: Bronze and Grey
Symbol: Sea Wall Broken By Wave
Iskuur is a god of seas and storms and chaos, a sinker of ships. A god whose emblem is a shattered sea wall, a symbol of landbound authority sundered by his might. A god of sunken ships and broken chains, and freedom defended by might. He strongly opposes slavery, tyranny, and the restriction of free will, but also organised navies, sea defenses, and the rule of law. He has a mixed approach to fisherpeople, favouring spear fishers but violently disliking net/trap fishers, and many fishing ships pray to other sea gods for protection from him. Iskuur is a god who emphasises survival, endurance and freedom above all, and while he powerfully opposes physical constraints on a person’s will, such as captivity, that is nothing to how he opposes psychological or magical assaults on will. If you would impose your authority on another’s will in the presence of Iskuur or any of his devout, you may expect the storm, the lightning, or the wave.
Edicts: Preserve freedom, shatter bounds, strike down slavery. Do not fish with nets. Prove your devotion to freedom.
Anathema: Enslave others, overwrite another's will, attempt to wall and tame the ocean.
Follower Alignments: Chaotic Good, Chaotic Neutral, Chaotic Evil
DEVOTEE BENEFITS
Divine Ability: Constitution or Strength
Divine Font: Heal or Harm
Divine Skill: Survival
Favoured Weapon: Javelin
Domains: Air, Freedom, Lightning, Water
Cleric Spells: 1st Feather Fall, 3rd Crashing Wave, 6th Chain Lightning
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NUISSAS, THE EYELESS MOTHER
Neutral Goddess of Darkness, Peace and Shelter
Realm: The Night Road
Allies: Immara, Elaia Siveth, Yorm, Orem, Deima, Doram
Enemies: Sometimes Oromasdes and Gorbalune
Relationships: Immara (favoured daughter), Leithal (favoured daughter), Orem (adoptive nephew that she sweetly enjoys the antics of)
Worshippers: Dwarves, miners, healers, anyone in search of rest
Sacred Animal: Cave fish
Sacred Colours: Black
Symbol: An Eyeless Fish/An Eyeless Dragon/A Black Cup
Nuissas is the Mother Night, the primal darkness, the black void that cradled creation. Before there was anything, there was Nuissas, and after all light fades, there will be Nuissas still. She is Eyeless, for when she came into being there was not yet light. Yet creation, the seeding of light in her darkness, the eruption of life and light and magic, was not an affront to the Mother Night. Light and life are angry, energetic things, that must spend themselves until they fade. The darkness is eternal, ever-patient, and so is Nuissas. She coils herself around them, above and beneath and through them, and bears them gently up until they are spent. The Mother Night is the goddess of night, of primal darkness, of void, of shadow, of the blackness of those depths where light has never reached. She is the sacred darkness that shelters and shields, and the patient abyss to which all light returns. Her worshippers are those who dwell in darkness and those who revere the night, who ask for her protection and patience and the shelter of her shadow, for she is pleased to grant it. When she appears to them, her form is always eyeless, and rarely humanoid. Most commonly, it is said that she takes the shape of a vast abyssal fish, or a black, eyeless dragon, coiling around and beneath the world, through the depths where darkness lies deepest and most sacred.
Edicts: Embrace and embody the darkness, know and share peace
Anathema: Bring light or violence to her sacred places
Follower Alignments: Neutral, Neutral Good, Lawful Neutral
DEVOTEE BENEFITS
Divine Ability: Intelligence or Wisdom
Divine Font: Heal
Divine Skill: Stealth
Favoured Weapon: Spear
Domains: Darkness, Repose, Secrecy, Void
Cleric Spells: 1st Penumbral Shroud, 3rd Nondetection, 4th Private Sanctum, 6th Blanket of Stars
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KET, THE FIRST AND FORMLESS
Chaotic Evil Deity of Evil, Whispers and Desires
Realm: Unknown
Allies: None
Enemies: Unknown
Relationships: None known
Worshippers: Few open, but Ket urges limitless indulgence of your own whims
Sacred Colours: Red and White
Symbol: Red Dot On White Disc
The thing called Ket is the first and formless evil of the world. It is the first spark of malice, the first selfish thought, the first swell of violence. It is the whispering at the back of every mind, the nudge to embrace your urges, indulge your whims, feed your hungers. Ket has neither face nor form. It holds itself part of everything, the potential for corruption lurking in even the purest of souls. There are many that doubt Ket even exists, viewing those who claim to worship it as simply seeking an excuse for their own failings. But even gods have heard Ket’s whisperings, and trembled at the thought that they are naught but their own failings murmuring back at them. Thus even the purest might cling to the worship or at least acknowledgement of Ket, for if Ket is not a deity, if Ket does not exist, then where can these whispers come from? If evil has no external source, who is our enemy but ourselves?
Edicts: Act as you please, embrace your desires, put yourself first
Anathema: Sacrifice something you want for someone else, put someone else's desires before your own
Follower Alignments: Chaotic Evil, Chaotic Neutral, Neutral Evil, Neutral
DEVOTEE BENEFITS
Divine Ability: Charisma or Intelligence
Divine Font: Harm
Divine Skill: Diplomacy
Favoured Weapon: Sling
Domains: Freedom, Indulgence, Passion, Trickery
Cleric Spells: 1st Charm, 3rd Moth's Supper, 4th Suggestion
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OROMASDES, LORD OF WISDOM
Lawful Good God of Light, Truth, Knowledge and Magic
Realm: Sunstone Tower
Allies: Immara, Yorm, Ineia, Weyloun, Gorbalune
Enemies: Borkh (shared concerns but opposed morals), Ket (Oromasdes is one of the few deities truly searching for Ket and the truth of its existence)
Relationships: Immara (his subtle complement), Ineia (partner in civilisation)
Worshippers: Magic users, judges, truth-seekers, diviners, watchmen, sages
Sacred Animal: Hawks and Peacocks
Sacred Colours: Gold, Yellow
Symbol: Holy Fire
The Holy Fire, the Light of Truth, the All-Seeing. One of the first and oldest gods, Oromasdes is the god of the sun, of light, of magic, of truth, and of judgement. His is the all-seeing eye, the font of knowledge, the burning fire of inspiration. He favours the magics of divination and truth-seeking, and the cleansing fires of judgement and renewal. Those who seek knowledge, truth, or the wisdom to make good judgements pray to him. He is the god of diviners, watchmen, researchers and intelligence agents, and also the god of judges, sages and scholars. Oromasdes is not opposed to lies or trickery in the pursuit of noble goals, but self-delusion and the destruction or denial of knowledge are the greatest of faults in his eyes.
Edicts: Learn and spread knowledge, discern the truth, shed light on falsehoods
Anathema: Destroy knowledge, lie for anything less than a righteous cause, deny the truth to yourself
Follower Alignments: Lawful Good, Neutral Good, Lawful Neutral
DEVOTEE BENEFITS
Divine Ability: Intelligence or Wisdom
Divine Font: Heal or Harm
Divine Skill: Arcana
Favoured Weapon: Staff
Domains: Fate, Knowledge, Magic, Sun, Truth
Cleric Spells: 1st Share Lore, 2nd Comprehend Language, 3rd Fireball, 5th Mind Probe, 8th Unrelenting Observation
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IMMARA, THE DREAMING OCEAN
Neutral Goddess of Dreams, Prophecies, Mysteries, the Moon and the Ocean
Realm: Dreaming Moon
Allies: Oromasdes, Iskuur, Nuissas
Enemies: Borkh, Gahlingeir
Relationships: Oromasdes (her sweet partner), Iskuur (passionate brother-of-the-soul)
Worshippers: dreamers, poets, oracles, sailors, explorers
Sacred Animal: Octopus
Sacred Colours: Black and Silver
Symbol: Moonrise Over Ocean
Immara is the dreaming goddess of the deep, the goddess of moon and tide, of dreams and prophecy, of shipwrecks and forgotten mysteries. She is the goddess of mist and storm, of flotsam and jetsam, of messages in bottles. She is the dreaming ocean, the tides of history moving across a fathomless, forgotten deep. She is the siren call of the sea, stirring souls to seek hidden things. Immara is not a goddess favoured of sailors and fishermen, her call too strange and entrancing. Instead, she is the goddess of omens and tides, of seekers and prophets, dreamers and explorers. Those who dive ocean wrecks, seek sunken cities, or dream strange dreams in the ocean mist. Her worship is scattered, and individual, her prophets and her priests coming to her often through their dreams, but many who hope for good omens or fortune on the waves might still give an offering of rice wine or moonstones in her name, spilled or thrown into the sea at moonrise.
Edicts: Travel. Dream. Experience. Learn. Whisper.
Anathema: Refuse to learn or explore, ignore instincts and dreams, refuse to acknowledge fate.
Follower Alignments: Neutral, Neutral Good, Chaotic Neutral, Neutral Evil
DEVOTEE BENEFITS
Divine Ability: Intelligence or Wisdom
Divine Font: Harm or Heal
Divine Skill: Occultism
Favoured Weapon: Sickle
Domains: Dreams, Fate, Magic, Moon, Water
Cleric Spells: 1st Anticipate Peril, 4th Phantasmal Killer, 5th Mariners Curse, 7th Retrocognition, 8th Dream Council
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sonic boom season 3 valentines day ep where orbot and cubot are out picking flowers and end up discovering a rare alien plant that they try to take back to the lab with but when theyre by the village it starts spraying fumes all around them and they get scared and throw it away even though theyre robots and thus cant breathe whatever that stuff is
in the next scene two villagers (havent decided who yet) are randomly getting married and everyones invited and by that i mean EVERYONE. each member of team sonic gets their invitation in the mail and theyre like "huh thats weird. didnt know that those two even knew each other" but they decide to attend anyway for the free catering from meh burger and amys the only one genuinely excited because shes a romantic. eggmans attending too and not in a "im gonna break them up for the evulz" way hes attending as a legitimate guest because hes also a romantic. they get to the venue and orbot and cubot cant help but notice that the wedding flowers look awfully familiar......
it turns out that the two getting married arent actually in love and instead had breathed in the chemicals from the flower that the two threw away the other night SURPRISE those fumes actually stimulate the love chemicals in peoples brains and in other words function as a love potion. also it has since multiplied so now instead of just one plant the entire area is covered with the things like ivy on a wall which is bad because love potions are inherently messed up. thus the characters have to work together to kill the damn weed and free the villagers from their spell except when they start tearing them out the plants turn out to be sentient and fight back. namely they start spraying more chemicals that cause more people to also fall victim and hinder them from battle. eventually amy is the one to put a stop to the mayhem as she yells about how romance shouldnt be forced onto people who have zero chemistry between them because its weird and borderline obsessive (eggmans in the background hyping her up and saying "also dont ship real people wtf"). she then crushes the plants into a goopy mess with her hammer and the day is saved
#sonic boom#amy rose#doctor eggman#orbot#cubot#episode idea#if i do this concept justice (which i absolutely did not do in this post) this will be a tongue in cheek satire on shipping culture#and its amy centric because i love that girl#ive had this idea for a while but i didnt have the courage to post it until now because i feel like im swinging at a hornets nest#its not that deep ok im just having fun here#oh and just to reassure people#youre not gonna see any weird or uncomfortable pairings from me ever#even as a joke
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anyways here's the list!
books on this list range from things i read from around 2013-2020 i think :3 anyways. not all of these are recommended but they are mostly nostalgic sooo.
also note that this is not a complete list cause my memory sucks. anyways check some of these out maybe if you want to know a thing i like/liked
- holes
- the giver
- hatchet
- the kane chronicles*
- stargirl*
- the phantom tollbooth
- smile*
- drama
- ghosts
- little house in the big woods*
- the fog diver*
- unusual chickens for the exceptional poultry farmer
- the inquisitors tale
- maybe a fox
- all's faire in middle school
- baby sitters club (graphic novels)*
- 5 worlds*
- the pals in peril*
- the witch boy*
- the one and only ivan
- the mysterious benedict society*
- circus mirandus
- iron hearted violet
- the witch's boy
- the girl who drank the moon
- the mostly true story of jack
- the invention of hugo cabret
- savvy*
- echo
- down down down
- zita the space girl*
- the neptune project
- upsidedown magic*
- the girl who circumnavigated fairyland in a ship of her own making*
- flora and ulysses
- cleopatra in space*
- the heros guide to saving your kingdom*
- the ghosts of tupelo landing †
- roller girl
- space case
- a handful of stars
- nightmares!*
- hamster princess*
- the great shelby holmes†
- friday barnes*
- the key to extraordinary
- the last kids on earth*
- the bicycle spy
- me and marvin gardens†
- the miscalculations of lightning girl†
- the cardboard kingdom
- shadow weaver†
- gallagher girls*
- nimona
- from the mixed up files of mrs basil e frankwiler
- tiffany aching*
- coraline
- my side of the mountain
- the war that saved my life
- hilo
- amulet
- bone*†
- mr lemoncello's library*
- misty of chincoteague
- serafina*
- the wolves in the walls
- cinnamon
- the day i swapped my dad for two goldfish
- fortunately the milk
- the incorrigible children of ashton place*
- judy moody*
- goddess girls*
- dragonbreath*
- babymouse*
- a snicker of magic
- york: the shadow cipher*
- the lost treasure of tuckernuck
- the twenty one balloons
- the secrets of eastcliff by the sea
- the ordinary princess
- the tale of emily windsnap
- calpurnia tate
- the frog princess*†
- foxcraft†
- the number devil
- good omens (i read it in 6th first, i can count it)
- percy jackson*
- the heroes of olympus*
- magnus chase*
- awkward (svetlana chmakova)*
- theodosia and the serpents of chaos*
- the serpent's secret*
- starry river of the sky
- where the mountain meets the moon*
- the storm runner*
- revenge of the flower girls*†
- raymie nightengale
- the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy*
- jeronimo stilton*
- lumberjanes*
- the wizard of oz*
- ivy aberdeen's letter to the world
- the mighty heart of sunny st james
- thaw (elyse springer)†
- sidekick squad*
- the wrong side of magic
- the selection†
- the princess in black*
- the school for good and evil*
- the jumbies*
- animal farm
- pax
- the wild robot
- wishtree
- aru shah*
- sal and gabby break the universe*
- akata witch*
- the library of ever*
- the graveyard book
- the afterward
- bloom
- keeper of the lost cities*
- last night at the telegraph club
- a wolf for a spell
- beetle and the hollowbones
- komi can't communicate*
- scary stories for young foxes*
- martin mclean, middle school queen
- etiquette and espionage*†
- autoboyography†
- redwood and ponytail†
- the prince and the dressmaker
- the lost coast†
- geography club†
- spinning†
- every day†
- two boys kissing†
- the fire never goes out
- the very nearly honorable league of pirates*
- the gay teens guide to defeating a siren†
- loveless
- time bomb
* means there's a sequel/more books
† means i might not like it now/don't remember it SUPER well
#book list#like just nostalgia for a lot of these#and yes some i have read more recently than others
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