#Zed Run Collection

[talentforlying]

i'm still mostly in waiting mode for the new hellblazer & queueing up a bunch of stuff for when school starts up again in a week & i'll get hellaciously busy again, so i am in & out around here this week. sorry everyone!

but in the meantime i AM poking around on my hellblazer npc multi (@debtsunpaid) if anyone wants to fuck around with the folks over there. i just put up an interest tracker, temp bios are in the pinned, and i'm working on full bios for everyone this week.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #headinhands.png #sorry for vanishing y'all this has been. a time. sick family & hospital visits & now a vet visit has me fried #and this ADHD is a real son of a bitch bc i simply Cannot focus i am too busy thinking about THIS TUESDAY #NEW FUCKING HELLBLAZER TO CHEW ON at which point i will once again be feral and rabid and writing #in the meantime i am throwing shit at the wall to build a very fun cosmic horror-ish oc based on the Fear Machine #who is basically the god born of all humanity's collective fears. supposedly defeated by zed & john in the late 80s #but now psychically chained to a wreck of a german man who thinks it's an alien he picked up in space #so if y'all want to hear me run my mouth about obscure hellblazer mythology again i'll be kicking around the multi #sched.

[ioniansunsets]

pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease i want to braid kayn’a HAAAAIR!!!!!!! I WANT TO USE CUTE HAIR TIES AND SANRIO HAIR CLIPS TO MAKE HIM FEEL SO PRETTY 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

✖ Braiding Kayn's Hair ✖

✖ Word Count: 715

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Reader is In the Shadow Order w/ Kayn

✖ A/N: YES I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND YOU. All I dream of is to play with his hair, is it soft? Tangled and coarse? Surprisingly smooth? WHO KNOWS I LOVE IT!

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- The first time you braided his hair it was because it came horrendously undone mid mission and it was a mess. With frustrated grumbles and complaints coming from your partner as he quarrels with Rhaast you were at your limit. You sat him down, ripped some cloth from the corner of your outfit and delicately braided his hair for him. Almost intimate as your fingers run through his hair, bits of dried blood flaking off, the tangled mess somehow calmed in your hands. Working magic you turned his messy long hair into a neat and tight braid. Both him and Rhaast quiet. Kayn only giving you a soft " Thanks..." before continuing on his way. The cocky, prideful man didn't know how to respond to affections or soft moments like that.

- The second time was much different. Coming out of the bath, his hair was wet and tangled. Excitedly he turns to you sitting in your shared room, towel still wrapped around his waist. " Can you braid it again for me!" It seemed like he was thinking about it the whole time he was washing the blood off his skin. Maybe he just realized how nice your hands felt playing with his hair and fought against his pride. Who knows. You accept of course. It was nice. Being innocently close to him this way. The few soft moments in your life in the Order.

- Ever since then, you being the one in charge of braiding his hair was the norm. Every opportunity, every fight that left his hair free, he runs up to you, smiling excitedly, expectantly. A boyish laugh. " Y/N~" He coos, expecting you to come to his aid. To entertain yourself more, you soon started collecting bits and bops to tie into his dark locks. A red ribbon braided in for when you two were out in combat. Small flowers placed in when in the safety of the order. (Kayn was scary honestly so no other member ever dares says anything about it to his face.) Colorful clips and shiny bits in the privacy of your shared room. Braiding his hair became a special shared moment between the two of you. Something you only did for him, and something he only allowed you to do. His hair was also so delightfully thick it was fun to braid, there was so much you could stick in it without it falling out. It amused the both of you.

- Rhaast complains. A lot. Making fun of him. " The only thing in your hair should be blood of innocents Kayn." You shoot the Darkin a dirty look but all Kayn does is laugh taunting the weapon. " Rhaast is just jealous. Should we tie a ribbon around his handle?" The two of your laugh harder as Rhaast grumbles angrily. The two of you did do it by the way, wrapping the scythe in a ribbon as Rhaast screams threatening to take over Kayn right there and then

- Over time you've learn other ways to braid your partner's hair. The simple braid was his default, but in the privacy of your room, sometimes you let yourself get creative. A fishtail braid for when you two sleep together. A lace braid from his blue hair across the back of his head when you feel like seeing him a little pretty. He never protests, sometimes even humming happily as your fingers brush against his scalp. Letting you do what you want with his hair was special privilege reserved for his lover and you enjoyed that precious intimacy. Sometimes you'd even give his forehead a little kiss when you were done. He protests, but honestly, he secretly loves it. How soft you were with him in private like this.

- Zed commented on it once, when he popped by your room to give Kayn a briefing. Kayn's hair was done to the side, a delicate braid with flowers and ribbons. He didn't like being seen like this but it was Zed, hearing his mentor making a passing amused " Well that's different." remark made his face flush. Kayn was embarrassed but at the same time proud that his partner's abilities amused Zed. You had to stifle back your laughter at his reaction and what was effectively your boss giving you a shrug before leaving.

#I DONT KNOW HOW TO END IT #so it will stop here #i love bullying rhaast hes like a screaming angry cat #Shieda Kayn #KaynLeague #Kayn x Reader #Shieda Kayn x Reader #Kayn LoL #Anon Answer #Im shy i want to braid his hair #also we mourn heartsteel kayn having short hair rn #League of Legends Scenarios #SCENARIOS

[stray-kaz]

Midnight Resolution : a Zed Necrodopolis x reader drabble : final sequel to Awkward Question

18 and up, y’all.

You walked off the football field with Zed’s arm around your shoulders. You leaned on him, still half stunned by what had just happened. You could still feel the warm imprint of his lips on yours. Suddenly you felt Zed shake your shoulder and you looked up to see him grinning lopsidedly at you.

“Sorry, did you say something?” you asked, eyes widening a little.

The grin expanded.

“Yes. I asked if you want to come and hang out? Watch a movie, eat some popcorn, the works.”

You nodded and bounced a little on your toes, knocking against him.

“Yes, please. With chocolate sauce?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, fine, with chocolate sauce. No cauliflower brains?”

You shuddered and he laughed.

“Not for me.”

“Okay, pixie. I’ll save it for later.”

You rolled your eyes a little and stuck out your tongue. As you walked on, your gaze landed on his Z-Band adorning his wrist that hung down just past your shoulder. You reached up to touch it, running your fingertips lightly over the cool metal. As your fingers lingered, a warm buzz vibrated into them and Zed’s fingers flexed out for a second.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, concerned.

He shook his head.

“Nah. It just tickles, really.”

“Do you ever go full zombie anymore?”

Zed glanced at you, a wry smile on his face.

“Not since I started college. I don’t want to get kicked out.”

“They would do that? You deserve to be here just like everyone else.”

His smile warmed.

“Thanks, pixie. But I don’t want to compromise any other monster’s admittance.”

You nodded slowly.

“I understand.”

You arrived at your co-ed dormitory building and Zed shouldered open the door to allow you to pass inside under his arm. He didn’t even ask about the elevator, knowing from personal experience just how much they freaked you out. Instead, he pushed open the door to the stairwell and led the way up three flights to your floor. Your room was only a few away from Zed’s, but you reached his first and he let you in.

He was lucky; he didn’t have to share with a roommate, unlike you.

You sat down at his desk and spun around on the chair. Behind you on the bed, he pulled his laptop out of his bag and started it up to look through his movie collection.

“Me Before You?” Zed asked, glancing over at you.

You stopped spinning and he chuckled when he saw your eyes light up.

“Yes, please!”

He set the laptop on the duvet and stood up.

“I’ll sort the popcorn, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and crossed the room to look down at the starter screen of your favourite movie.

Five minutes later, Zed came back bearing the biggest bowl of popcorn drizzled in chocolate sauce that you had ever seen. You unlaced your shoes and sat down on the bed, waiting. Zed kicked off his already loosened Converse and passed you the popcorn before climbing behind you and stretching his legs out either side.

You leaned forward to press ‘play’ before leaning back, a few pieces of popcorn already in your mouth and humming contentedly. Zed reached around you for a handful of popcorn, his eyes flicking between the side of your face and the movie.

“Why do you like this movie so much? It’s so tragic.”

“But it’s beautiful on the way there.”

Zed thought about that and figured you were probably right. He could feel your heart beating as you leaned further into him, your back pressed against his chest.

When you sat up straight and pulled your sweater over your head to reveal a pink tank top and the straps of your bra, he thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest and across the room. Your bare skin brushed his t-shirt as you settled back, another handful of chocolate covered popcorn at the ready.

Watching a movie together was a fairly ordinary occurrence for the two of you, but what was not was the heat crackling between you. You were acutely aware that his thighs were caging your hips and any wriggle or shift would push you further back against him.

The movie progressed and the popcorn dwindled, and by the time it was all gone, the main characters were kissing onscreen and you felt like a firework ready to go off. You didn’t realise your hand had clamped down on Zed’s leg until he carefully pried your fingers away and met your gaze, eyebrows arched high.

“Are you okay?” he asked, dark eyes watchful.

“Mmhm” you mumbled, and leaned over the side of the bed to put the empty popcorn bowl on the floor.

You lost your balance and started to fall, but Zed grabbed your waist and hauled you up, so you landed sprawled on top of him, your nose nudging the bump of his collarbone. You moved around awkwardly until you were straddling him, suddenly nose to nose.

“Hi” Zed murmured, his breath falling onto your lips.

You swallowed and to your embarrassment, a quiet whimper slipped free. Zed’s eyes darkened and for the first time you had an inkling of what he might be like full zombie, his gaze almost predatory and his fingers clawing at your hips. It sent a hot shiver up your spine.

“Oh, boy, look at the time! It’s dark outside! Time for bed!” you announced, pink cheeked and almost stammering.

You made a poor attempt to escape, but Zed drew you back and slid you both farther down the bed until your heads rested on his pillow and your knees were hooked in front of his, his hips pressing against your tailbone. You held your breath and waited.

“At least stay here and sleep with me” he murmured against your ear, and you shivered again.

You were afraid of what might happen if you stayed in his arms and of what might happen if you didn’t. Zed touched his lips to the top of your head, leaving a light kiss.

“I promise I won’t bite.”

You sighed and snuggled backwards, smiling slightly at his quick intake of breath. Maybe he wasn’t sure if you were going to stay either.

You closed your eyes and resigned yourself easily to the feel of his bare arms wrapping yours and the sound of his breathing evening out, every inch of you pressed against him.

You blinked your eyes open in the dark room to the red numbered glare of Zed’s alarm clock reading 12:00AM. You yawned and stretched a little, only to freeze as you felt a taut, insistent push against your backside. The lean arms around you tightened their hold and you craned your neck round to get a glimpse of Zed’s face. He was sleepily watching you, his dark eyes barely visible.

“Is it morning yet?” he asked quietly.

“Nope” you mumbled, facing away again and going still in his arms.

You pressed your burning face into the pillow, suddenly aware of the pulse between your legs and the violet urge to do something about it.

“Feels like morning to me” Zed murmured, anxiously shifting his hips against you. “I’m sorry, pixie. Sorry...”

Hearing that, you wiggled around to face him, shyly hooking one leg behind his to draw him closer just when he started to move away. He stopped, pressed right up against you. You slipped one hand free and reached for him, carding your fingers through his hair and curving them around the shell of his ear.

“Why are you sorry?” you whispered.

“Because I can’t control this, and I don’t know if you really want -”

You surged forward to kiss him, efficiently shutting him up. He felt warm and sleepy under you, but he woke up fast, coming wildly alive at your touch. He struggled to free his hands and pressed his fingers hard against your hip, his other hand bracing the back of your head to keep you close. His shaky breaths mixed with your own, his lips beginning to tremble as he set them on yours, again and again.

“Are we crazy?” Zed panted, suddenly pulling back, his eyes like liquid pitch.

You reached for the flat collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back in, noses colliding, teeth dragging at his lower lip.

“Probably” you muttered, and rolled him so you were on top, your hips setting an unsteady rhythm of their own accord.

You had no idea what you were doing, but you knew it felt good, and if the sounds tumbling from Zed’s mouth were any indication, it felt pretty good for him, too. His pale tinged cheeks were flushed, his lips parted on your name, his whole body straining to meet yours.

You leaned forward, your lips meeting the sharp line of his jaw, and his hands flew to hold your hips, his thumbs sneaking under the hem of your tank top to stroke the hot flesh of your stomach. You made your way down from Zed’s jaw to the base of his throat, where his t-shirt stopped you from going any further. Immediately, you reached down and dragged it up his stomach until it caught under his arms. He hauled himself into a sitting position and removed it, blinking a little shyly at you.

“I knew you were good looking with your shirt on, but dang” you said, your gaze straying over his naked chest and stomach.

Zed felt his face warm and wondered if it showed. Almost unconsciously, his fingers toyed with the bottom of your tank and his eyebrows slowly rose as his dark eyes threatened to swallow you whole. You nodded down at his hands and raised your arms so he could pull it off over your head, leaving you in just your bra.

He stared at you for a moment and then all of a sudden, everything was coming off. He scrambled out of his pants, shedding them in a crumpled heap on the floor next to the bed, before he knelt in front of you and thumbed the button loose on your jeans, his heated gaze fixed on you the entire time. He dragged the zipper down and then you lifted your hips so he could slide them down your legs and off over your feet.

Your bra and underwear didn’t match, but he couldn’t have possibly cared less if he tried. Zed’s black boxer briefs clung to his strong thighs, and you clamped down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him, suddenly nervous in your vulnerability.

His hands landed heavily on your hips, fingertips strumming at the band of your underwear. His eyes were hooded, his lips swollen from kissing you. Your blood buzzed just from looking at him and the throb inside your underwear grew steadily more insistent and difficult to ignore.

“Can I try something?” he asked you quietly, still absentmindedly tugging at your underwear. “I’ve heard some of the guys talking about it in the locker room, and I’m - I’m curious.”

You thought you might draw blood from your lip you were biting it so hard, but you nodded, wondering if it was what you heard other girls in your classes talking about in hushed whispers.

It was.

Zed shimmed your underwear off and dropped it on top of his clothing pile just as your back hit his mattress and your head thumped onto his pillow, your heart pounding. You trembled as his warm breath washed over your upper thighs and your legs fell open all by themselves, traitors that they were.

The first touch of his tongue was soft and tentative and had you clawing at the duvet, your back arching. Surprised, Zed clamped an arm over your stomach, holding you down like a vise, his mouth becoming more confident as you cried and mewled on his bed, chest heaving, something dangerous and unfamiliar heating you from the inside out.

And then he added a curious finger, the stars split open and an even bigger need roared to life inside you, an aching openness that yearned to be filled.

You snapped upright and grabbed his shoulders hard, surprising him with your strength as you dragged him up over you, both of you groaning when he brushed against your heat, your legs still as wide open as they could go. Zed stared into your eyes, pupils blown wide and his to match.

“What?” he panted. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head and reached down to pluck impatiently at the firm waistband of his underwear. It snapped back against his skin and he glanced cautiously down at you.

“Pixie, are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, trying to disguise his own desire.

“Yes. I want you. Now. Please, I - I need you.”

Zed took no time shucking off his underwear and climbing back over you, your eyes closing slightly at the sweet, warm feel of his bare skin sliding against yours. A gentle nudge against your exposed core made your jaw go slack and then, inch by careful inch, he was completely inside you, absent of pain.

He huffed out a soft moan against your chest, his forehead tipped against your throat, his hair brushing underneath your chin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you whispered, shocked by how okay you were.

“Does it hurt?”

You shook your head.

“No.”

He lifted his head to see your face, his eyes wide and amazed.

“Really? Not at all?”

You smiled shyly and shrugged against the pillow.

“Not at all” you repeated.

Zed started to slowly move his hips, testing. Your expression contorted slightly and he stopped instantly, panicked.

“Are you okay?” he demanded.

“Yes! Go! Stop stopping!”

You grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he began moving again.

The world funnelled down to just the two of you, everything outside of Zed’s room fading to black and disappearing. You knew it was his first time, too; he was hot, hard and heavy, and he was not going to last long.

His hips slammed into yours at breakneck speed, only just beginning to stutter when his mouth opened, his eyes closed tight and he melted into you, his chest sticking to yours as he collapsed, boneless and spent.

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling contentedly and stretching like a cat below him.

Not long after, you realised he had fallen asleep, snoring softly.

Later, when the rest of the campus had woken up, you ran into Eliza waiting for breakfast in the combined cafeteria. She wore a pained expression as you approached, hand in hand with Zed, wearing fresh clothes.

“Morning, Eliza” you greeted her, confused by the look on her face. “Are you all right?”

“Look. I told you to fix him, not f-”

Zed hastily covered her mouth with his hand, grinning bashfully at you. Apparently, you had not been quiet.

Tagging: @succsessions​

#zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #zombies #zombies fanfic #fan fiction #disney zombies #liss writes #x female reader

[cluemily]

Watching S6 from a new POV (that isn't Ren, Doc or Zed) and Grian really has been collecting Minecraft sons since the beginning, huh?

Transcript:

Grian: I see lovehearts! No! No no no no no, that's not how this works, you're don't get to just freeroam. Get back in there! I'm a terrible parent already. I wonder if I need to tell Impulse that he's a father now. Come on, stop jumping on the bed, I need you to behave. Can you behave for like five minutes?

So hopefully if I just give them six bread. And I've already lost my child as well. Where did my child go? He's not running around the system back here is he? Okay well I'll tell you what that- oh! This child, this child he just goes where he wants. Okay, right, you, off the bed, come on.

Moving villagers around is a nightmare but I can't even keep track of this child. Oh, he's in bed. What an angel. What a little angel.

I need to know something. Can you dispense Gri- Oh you can. That is amazing. Hello, son. You know, he looks a lot like his Dad he does. [Grian laughs.]

End Transcript.

#grian #hermitcraft #clue watches

[aliteral-ghost]

This is the piece I did for @thewildsalem for @mcyt-halloween! I hope you enjoy it!

It's Zedaph-centric and not terribly spooky although I did try my best. I was really inspired by the amount of skulk used to build Decked Out, the idea that it feeds on deaths, and the fact that there have been a lot of deaths in the dungeon already. Happy halloween!

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It starts as an average Decked Out run, after a long day of trying to die. It’s been on and off all day, especially since every Hermit and their mother has been running non-stop, which is hard on the system, but there had been five runs before Zedaph’s, so he figures it’ll work alright.

He makes it to level 2 just fine, nearly getting clipped by three ravagers on the way down but making it past them by the skin of his teeth. Even the artifact collection goes easy enough, since it’s just an early compass spot in the mushroom hallway. It’s coming back that’s the problem. 

The stairs up are no longer just the typical dark gray of deepslate, instead speckled with veins of a dark teal. The skulk lining the walls has somehow managed to leak into the stone of the floor, infiltrating every pore and open space in the rock. Every step Zed takes sinks a little more into the floor, and on the final step up nearly caves in on itself, so much so that he has to crawl out of the small sinkhole that’s been created. 

As he does, a tendril of skulk catches on his hoof, nearly pulling him back down the stairs. Zedaph manages to shake it off and climbs to his feet again, not bothering to look at the destruction that’s been caused.

“Tango, whatever just happened was not my fault,” he says, knowing there’s a good chance his friend is able to hear. “Your dang dungeon is defective.”

Zed slides through the door to his left, not wanting to bother with the ravagers he left in the crypt, and comes to an abrupt halt when he sees the crevasse before him. It too is crawling with skulk tendrils, wrapping around a loose key that had somehow managed to slip down into the ravine and slithering up the sides. 

When it reaches the top, it spits the key off to the side and slowly continues to build up until it’s taller than Zedaph, teetering precariously above the edge. The ice at the top of the ravine begins to crumble, opening the pit more and more. He jumps over it before it can get any bigger and force him to go another way, scrambling into the passageway on the far side of the room, snatching the key as he goes. It won’t do him much good, really, but it’s a sense of security that’s really, really needed right now. 

The skulk turns to watch him, almost, and making a horrid moaning noise stretches towards him. Zed winces and, almost on instinct, throws the key directly at the mass. He’s not expecting it to connect, the opposite, really (Zed has never been good at the sporty stuff), but the key slides cleanly through the skulk, cutting it in half.  

He watches in a mixture of fascination and horror as the skulk pillar begins to right itself again. “Interesting,” Zedaph mutters, hovering in one place despite everything in his body saying to move.  “It almost seems alive.”

If he were home–if he had his equipment–he would be taking notes, but right now he’s terrified. Tango said that the skulk was safe to be around, he said it was stable, and Zedaph had said it needed more testing. It was less because of safety, of course, and more along the lines of Zed wanting to know how it works, but the point still stands. 

And it’s coming back to bite him in the butt now, as the towering figure of skulk begins to slowly crawl forward into the hallway Zed has just run through. Whatever mechanism that the skulk is using to move spreads it throughout the room, building tiny pillars in its wake.

There’s not much time, Zedaph realizes, as his heartbeat grows louder and louder in his ears, faster and faster. That’s the only sound he can hear, which is concerning, because there should have been at least one Stumble card played by now. He scrambles down a side corridor, hoping that maybe it’ll be out of the way enough to break line of sight. In his panic, Zed trips on a block of ice slightly raised up from the floor, and sprawls out on the ground, limbs splayed.

He hears the squelching from behind him and scrabbles to get up, hands and hooves slipping against the blue ice. It only serves to make him slip more, and he falls again, this time hitting his chin and splitting it open. The blood dripping down on the ice slowly congeals into tiny brownish ice spines, which is then swallowed by specks of skulk sneaking in from below. 

Zed finally scrambles to his feet then, wiping the blood off and sprinting through the passage on the far side of the room. He desperately tries to ignore the suspiciously ravager-shaped mound of skulk around the first corner, and then the reflection of it around the next. 

Until finally, finally, he sees the exit. It’s always a massive relief to see, but this time it feels like a wave washing over him. He’ll get out, get his embers, and be outside. And maybe he won’t play Decked Out for a few days after this. 

The pressure plates aren’t working. The pressure plates aren’t working and the door isn’t opening. “Drat,” Zed mutters. “Uh… Tango? You there?” 

He’s trying to keep the fear out of his voice as the mound of skulk continues to make its rather slow, anticlimactic crawl towards him. Even if this is something no one will see, it’s still a little embarrassing to think about. 

It crawls closer and closer, still making that moaning, screaming noise, the echoes from the ice only serving to amplify it. Zedaph pushes himself back, pressing more and more against the door, slamming his hands on the pressure plates, only to realize that the doors are made of skulk too. He’s surrounded. 

The skulk crawls over his shoulders, wrapping loops around his arms, as the mass gets closer and closer, sending tendrils up his legs. Zed braces for the inevitable engulfing, but it never comes. Instead the door finally opens up and he tumbles head-first down into the powdered snow at the bottom of the chute. The tower of skulk doesn’t come with him, seemingly having lost interest. 

There’s no one waiting to go in when Zed finally dies to nothing and makes his way out again. In fact, aside from the odd creak and groan of the building, it’s dead silent. He shivers, suddenly much colder than normal, and messages Tango that his game is broken. Tango responds with a series of particularly angry emojis, and then a singular smiley face. The last one was for you, he sends after.

Zed tries to go about his day like normal after that. He tries to forget, tries to ignore the phantom tendrils still crawling up and down his arms. Yeah, that’s enough Decked Out for the week. The month, even.

#mcyt-halloween #hermitcraft #zedaph #decked out 2 #writing

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

#hermitcraft agere #sfw agere

[dmwrites]

The plan was to be back before nightfall. And Impulse liked to stick to his plans. The universe, however, rarely complied to his plans, no matter now well-laid and thought out they were. And so now Impulse was trudging through the quickly darkening Sahara with no bed (he’d intended to be back before night, after all), a broken elytra (he’d forgotten to fix it), and a dead communicator (never let Zed “have a look” at anything you love or need).

“Of course this was the week Tango had to shut down all the nether portals. Of course! Couldn’t he have waited one more week so I could get the terracotta I needed! But no…” Impulse muttered bitterly, hiking his bag further up on his back. He was still thousands of blocks away from home, and had no way back other then to walk. “Stupid… it’s all stupid.”

He decided to climb a tree for the night. Sure, dwarves weren’t particularly known for their compatibility with trees, but the idea of being in a two by one dirt hole all night was just downright depressing. At least if there were mobs he could shoot them with a bow and hopefully not die and lose all of the terracotta. So, with the light almost gone from the sky and the all-too familiar sound of monster groans, Impulse made his way awkwardly up the jagged branches of a nearby acacia tree.

It didn’t take elven eyes, however, to see that there was something out here in the far-off wilderness. With the little light he had left at his disposal, Impulse could see an enormous stone structure built into the side of a mountain. It was a bit of a walk to get to it, but there were lights illuminating the structure, which was a lot more inviting then the tree tops.

Impulse decided to run for it, eyes fixed on the lights and nothing else. He could hear the ever-expanding collection of mobs gathering to chase him, and he hoped beyond hope that the door wasn’t locked.

The building- the closest thing Impulse could liken it to was a palace- was even more jaw-dropping close up. Even Impulse, who was running for his life, could appreciate that. It was huge, neck-craningly so. The doors alone were probably fifteen Impulses high. Not to mention the whole thing was intricately carved, work which probably had taken decades to complete.

“Please, please, please!” Impulse whispered, pounding up the stairs and finally reaching the giant double doors. There was no knobs, but there was a small crack between the two doors. Impulse wedged his axe blade between them and pulled back, hard, grunting, while the mob noises got louder and louder. There was a painful sounding grinding, and the door opened just enough for Impulse to squeeze through. There was a leather strap on the other side, which he pulled with all his strength. The door ground closed, and abruptly, there was silence. Not even mob sounds from the door. Just abrupt silence.

Impulse bent forward, hands on his knees, wheezing hard. He put his battle axe back in its holder on his belt, easily accessible but out of the way for the moment. After a few minutes of recovery, he began to take in his surroundings.

Now, as a dwarf, Impulse was used to stone halls and beautiful precious metals adorning the walls. As a hermit, he was used to the outlandish and decadent nature of some builds. But this, this was in a class beyond all of that, all he knew. The hall he found himself in was just as tall as the front doors- taller, probably. It was a huge room with soaring ceilings, carved from the stone of the mountain, but so much more. There was moss everywhere. At first glance, it could have been gardens brought from the outside, but no, this was all man-made. Every block of moss was deliberately placed. There were bushes and trees, but they shone in a way that trees didn’t, because every branch was adorned with refined jewels. Diamonds, emeralds, amethysts, even gold. Candles illuminated everything, casting strange shadows in odd places. There was a big golden throne against the wall, facing him, caked in moss. And right in the middle was a long shining checker-board floor; must be a ballroom. The room broke off into several long hallways, Impulse could see them careening off into the distance as he stepped further in.

The feelings of this place were ones like which Impulse had never experienced before. The candles were lit, so someone must be home. Right? But it felt so empty, like Impulse was at a party with silent watchers as the other guests. But there was no one, and no sound except his boots snapping against the floor.

He would call out, ask if anyone was here, but his voice felt almost stolen. He didn’t want to hear how it would bounce in this room; his imagination wondered if his voice would be saying something else back to him in echo.

He hesitated, now standing at the golden edges of the dance floor. Something deeply innate in him told him he needed to go stand in the middle of the floor. It was all so strange, like a call to a final scene. Impulse took out his battle axe just in case, admired the shine it had in the candlelight, and stepped onto the floor. He walked quickly until he was directly in the center. Still nothing. He turned on his heel slowly, taking in the room as it was probably made to be seen. Everything glowed dully back at him, neither ancient nor new.

“You are quite a ways from home, Impulsesv.”

Impulse spun back around, and there was someone lounging on the throne now, watching him. They was draped in green robes, almost like Scar’s elven ones but fuzzier. They had big eyes and a crown that threatened to droop over one eye. They stood and slowly walked towards Impulse.

Impulse cocked his head as the person approached. “Bdubs?” The word died in his throat, because it didn’t look… exactly like Bdubs. The man had darker skin then Impulse, and the same hair and affinity for moss (for it was moss on the dragging robes he wore). But the big eyes were a loud golden color, and the smile he wore was more of a smirk. There wasn’t that goofiness that Bdubs usually kept firmly all around him.

“Not… exactly.” The man Impulse knew as Bdubs said, now uncomfortably close to him. “I am the master of ceremony, the guardian of the tree of whimsey, the puzzle master, the moss king, the banisher of night. And, in these halls, I am the mountain king.” Bdubs raised his arms to the room. “So.” He continued, looking right in Impulse’s eyes. “What brings you to me, Impulsesv?”

“Uh, well, I was actually escaping the night myself. Mobs, you know?” Impulse chuckled nervously. “I didn’t know you were here, and I’m so, so sorry for intruding… I’ll just go.” Impulse took a step backwards, but Bdubs stepped with him.

“Dance with me. You are my guest, after all.” Bdubs said, holding up his hands. After a pause, Impulse stepped into the embrace, took the man’s hand, and they began a slow dance around the floor. There was no music. “Impulsesv. I know of you.”

“I- do you? I mean, I’m just some guy, really. A redstone innovator, if you wanna get technical about it.” Impulse tried to joke, but his voice shook a little. This was weird, this whole thing was weird. Like, boatem and moon big weird. Bdubs’, or this not-Bdubs guy’s eyes were so haunting. Almost blank, like staring right into a vat of molten gold. And he was smiling, almost too big for his face.

“No, no, Impulse, I’m talking about the man under this dwarven costume.” Bdubs nodded at him. “The demon.” For a second, Bdubs’ eyes flashed red. Impulse tried to step backwards, but Bdubs held him tight. They kept dancing. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Impulse said firmly. There was fear racing through his body, but also a deep, inherent need to keep up with the moss man. He took the lead, looking right into those eyes he did not want to see turn red again, daring the thing that was his friend to take back control.

“Oh, don’t you?” Bdubs chuckled. “Big boy like yourself, practically bursting with dark power? Oh, I’m sure you know nothing of that.”

He didn’t. That was the whole thing, this whole back and fourth and power struggle. He wasn’t a demon. This being that was holding him in dance was calling him something he wasn’t. But why would Bdubs lie? A golden-eyed man wouldn’t be interested in just some human man, would he? Impulse’s breaths were not coming as easily now. The lights swam before him, candy-colored blurs. Bdubs had to be wrong, right? There was no way-

“I have to go.” Impulse blurted out and pulled away from the moss man’s embrace. He had a feeling that he couldn’t place an origin to that staying in dance with the mountain king would be like a parasitic vine on a tree, killing it slowly from the inside. “Listen, great place you have here, and thanks for the dance, but I gotta go. Now.”

Impulse walked to the front doors without looking back, and they opened after a second of tugging. Bdubs didn’t follow him. It was morning out, thank goodness, and Impulse descended the steps quickly. He kept waking until he knew he was out of sight of the mountain, and then he broke out into a sprint. Ran away from the golden and red eyes, the confusing knowing smile. The word “demon” ran through his head like an alarm bell. He pushed it away, knowing it was just a lie. A weird, super specific lie to tell. 

Impulse paused by a lake, kneeled down to look at his own reflection. A troubled dwarf stared back at him. But under that he was just a man. Had only ever been just a man. But Bdubs had sounded so eerily confident in his words... Impulse decided that perhaps it was time to ask a few questions. Maybe even go to the Hermitcraft library, see if there was anything hidden in there. Anything to ease the quell of anxiety and wrongness that had permeated Impulse’s mind like fog.

#May 24 2022 #fic #hermitcraft #s9 #impulsesv #long post

[gazingstarsabove]

HELO CIULD YOU MEYBE DO LIKE. triky w an s/o who got zedified. ty

of course! I only saw this now, sorry if I kept you waiting anon!!

•Okay let's say you first met Tricky when you were still a human/grunt, with your fun and loving nature he had grown attached, since you actually showed genuine curiosity and interest in him. Then eventually, that friendship turned into something more.

•Besides the contrast between you two, both of you loved one another dearly. You'd always stick together and do the most stupidest things!! Like collecting & gathering stuff, scavenging the dumpsters, and going on a massacre. That was until one day, Tricky and you split up to scavenge for stuff, getting the (most) coolest things and bring it to each other later.

•Though unfortunately for you, you were murdered brutally(by Hank). And just your luck, Jebus had revived you along with the other corpses around your body, using them as some sort of puppets and meat shields against Hank. Using your opportunity to flee the situation without getting harmed, you took it.

•After meeting up with Tricky, not only was he shocked, he almost seemed.. ecstatic? He was certainly loud, louder than he usually was. He couldn't help but examine every inch of you, your green skin, the blood from your injuries, down to your deteriorated, unhinged jaw. His heart raced seeing your features so similar to him now!

•He had never felt so in love before seeing you zed-ified. He'd definitely call you guys twinsies, maybe even say that you guys are matching.

–“CLOWN IS TWINSIES WITH GRUB!!!”

•Since being a zed meant that your skin was a lot more softer and sensitive, he'd still hold you but not as tight as he did. He'd compare your green skins together, admiring yours a lot more, running his clawed fingers across your arm. He'd always cup your jaw, boasting about it so much so that he pinches your cheeks while he vibrates with excitement.

•It was actually hard for a zed to remain in conscious and self aware of their surroundings, overtime you had to keep yourself up from slouching over and possibly loosing your jaw. But with the help of your lover you still had your head together! Literally.

•When needed, you two go out and hunt other humans/grunts to eat! You had to get used to the taste of actual human/grunt meat, since your cravings had actually diverted to something a lot more.. well, exotic I guess. You need to be with him all the time so you don't get mistaken for a bloodthirsty zed that needs to be killed, but in truth it's just a stupid excuse to hold your hand everywhere you guys go.

•Would definitely have picnics with you, bringing your favorites like intestines, blood, and most importantly sandwiches!

•Grunt or zed, either way, he'd still love you and fall for you more as time goes on.

#madness combat tricky #tricky #tricky the clown #asks!! #requests!!

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

yandere emesis blue tho.. 😭 imagine you as a random citizen just get thrown in the mix

This is such a hilarious idea actually, I mean- in its own respect it’s horrifying!

They’re on a preset destiny and they are STILL going on about “What if I need them?!”

Babygirls, yall’re doomed by the narrative.

Characters: Conagher Brothers (Platonic), Dell himself, spy, soldier, medic

Tw: Yandere stuff, killing, time loops, feelings of general insanity, stalking and harassment, delusions, gaslighting?, bugging, mentions of skinning, incel vibes radiating off of spy.

Congaher brothers: Zed and Maynard love their younger brother, so of course when they’re told to get close enough with you they do so willingly. Though they aren’t expecting to get attached themselves. They genuinely approve of their brothers choice and make a point to try and hint at him. They fight for your attention a LOT. Which is difficult to get considering their predicament. But they gotta act fast because they know when Dell is gonna need you. Its gonna have to take some convincing from Maynard because Zed is too childish and whiny about you refusing to go. Maynard suggests that the ‘attraction’ they run is owned by their brother and you should go. They feel bad when they have to kill you and go on. They feel really bad, especially because what they were told to do was to make sure your conscious only was ran through the respawn. They however, refuse because it’s ducking rude Dell should have you only to himself. Becomes sort of a Persephone situation.

Dell: Dell can’t find himself getting mad at his brothers for getting attached, though this does mean he makes targeted alterations to the timeline. Some key to getting you near him. You’ve seen him in ‘dreams’ from what he can gather. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pleased with the look of fear on your face, as collected as he is he can’t deny himself that satisfaction. You talk to him more through ‘dreams’ and he’s proud that he’s been able to make you laugh on more than one occasion. He knows what he can do to get you through the respawn machine but here… here he can build a solid connection with you without infringing on his brothers time to build a platonic bond. He’s proud to have strategized this, and he knows when y’all get together, for eternity that you’ll thank him.

Medic: Medic himself is not amused with the situation he finds himself in. A person deciding to follow him around after he’s done with his job, en route constantly asking him about his day. But as he notices more, as the loop continues he noticed you more. He noticed how you’d always smile with brilliance. How you always remarked him so happily, even though he felt he didn’t deserve it. And what would happen if he just decided to- keep you? To keep tapes, to keep mementos. He’d get this violent itch, to wear your skin against his. To dance with you in the night but in the end, when your image flashed across his eyes he couldn’t. He couldn’t even fathom why he would do that. Or think that even. It’s creepy to you when at the same time a man who looks like your perfect stranger wreaks havoc on your streets, a flash appears outside your window. Something bright blue, almost neon. Then you hear on the news that your stranger was found dead.

Soldier: He’s an idiot when it comes to love but never to passion. He notices the familiarity you have. Rinse and repeat he can count on you giving him the order of the most eventful day of his life. He doesn’t know that of course. He keeps a small picture he was able to convince you to take with him. He keeps it in a band under his helmet. He loves the way you do everything, and he counts on you to make his morning more livable. He, having served in the Second World War just wants that stagnant comfort. You remind him of everything good. And that’s why he gets the exact same thing you recommended the first time he can to you. Coffee black, with one cream. Sausage Gravy and flaky biscuits, with fried chickens, and fruit. He memorizes it, and he carrys your voice like an anthem. (Going as far as to hide a Walkie-Talkie talkie in your house so he can tell what you’re doing when you get home.) he’s most calm when he can hear you breathe.

Spy: Jacques believed he was entitled to you before he even started working with Jane. He’d always seen you walking and constantly tried to woo you to no avail. He eventually decided he’d become very pissy with you when not offered sufficent attention. He’d become very very outspoken about his rejection, going so far as to track you til you threatened to tell the police. Not caring he’d advance till he managed to find where you lived. If you tried to change the place you’d stay it would only put you closer to him. And he liked it that way. Until he didn’t, until you started to feel off as well. The same song and dance skipped over and repeated and then where it ended it would start again. You’d change a tactic and he would ensure your day was hell until the day rewound.

….

#yandere maynard conagher #yandere zed conagher #yandere Dell consgher emesis #yandere Fritz Ludwig #yandere Jane Doe emesis #yandere Jacques Morneau

[selvie-blue]

Zed’s Not-So-Free Ride

“You think it’s funny taking other people’s property!?” the angry college student yells at Zed as he places the bike back against the pole.

Zed is laughing nervously, and honestly thought the bike was his. He thought it strange that it had no lock. But then saw his bike across the street just as the angry guy was running up to him.

Zed puts his hands up and is about to explain. He’s got his mouth open and is ready to speak when he hears another voice behind him.

“Why the fuck were about to go off with my friend’s bike, man!?”

Zed turns around and sees a group of guys approaching him. He doesn’t have much time to set things right.

“Look, gentleman,” he quickly says, “I thought it was mine.”

“Oh, you thought it was YOURS, huh!?” another guy in the group says.

They now have him surrounded.

“Look,” he turns to each one, “I, I’m sorr___”

“Can you believe this shit?” One of them says. “Thinkin’ that it was his? You believe that, bro?”

“I, I really thought…” Zed’s voice is shaky as he fumbles his hand outward to try and further explain.

“Maybe he’s right,” one of the group says.

“Yeah, maybe he is,” another one says.

This is interspersed with Zed trying to say something, anything, to make the situation better. But all that comes out is pieces of his voice as he keeps getting interrupted.

“Yeah. Since he thinks the bike is his,” the guy that was running up to him says, “maybe he’s got something that belongs to one of us.”

Zed looks back and forth between them. His eyes looking more desperate. His voice more anxious to speak.

“Yeah,” one of the other guys says as four from the group are getting closer.

It’s now or never, Zed has to say something.

As he starts speaking while saying, “Look, guys…”

Zed is still trying to explain himself as the four guys from the group grab hold of his arms and legs so he has as little movement as possible.

Zed is still trying to explain, words running quickly off of the fumbling curves of his tongue, but they’re not listening.

While they’ve still got him held in place, one of the other guys comes up to him and says, “Yeah, well, maybe I think this SHIRT is mine!”

As the guy says the word “shirt,” he uses both hands to grab hold of Zed’s collar and pulls his hands down in opposite directions. His body is thrust downward as the shirt quickly rips open. Splitting a quick tear all the way down to the bottom. As the man is angrily clawing at the sleeves, the fabric severing open beneath his grasping fingers, another person on the group comes to him from behind and reaches around his waist.

“And maybe we think these shorts are ours!”

Zed has no belt on, so the guy’s hands just blindly feels around on his shorts until they find the button. Then, as he’s unbuttoning the shorts and pulling the zipper down, the other guy tears the last few remaining strands of his shirt off. The fabric pulling from between his back and the backpack he has on.

Once the zipper’s down, his shorts are yanked down so hard that the skin on his legs giggle slightly while his butt bounces from beneath his underwear along with his still-covered penis.

They hold his legs up one at a time as they slide the shorts on the ground. Taking them away from him.

“Look,” Zed says breathlessly, looking around like a trapped animal, “You really don’t have to do this. It was a mistake.”

They collectively look amongst themselves and it appears an agreement has been reached. To Zed’s relief, the guys holding him in place let him go.

He smiles and crosses his arms over his bare chest and stands there with his back pack on and in his underwear.

“C-Can I have my shorts back?” Zed says.

No response, they just look at him. Zed nervously looks around and his instinct is to run.

“Dude, take the bike,” the original guy that approached him says.

“Mine is over there,” Zed quickly says as he darts in the other direction.

Zed’s heart jumps up in his chest when two of the guys grab hold of him again and walk him back to their friend’s bike. “Take it, man,” one of them says in this overly sweet, obviously fake voice.

“Yeah, you said you thought it was yours, so take it.”

He starts shaking his head no, but then sees all these college guys looking at him. They’re all eyeing him sternly, concentrating a hard stare that is practically shooting daggers at Zed.

“O-okay.” Zed agrees. At least he’ll have a way out of this situation.

“Except,” one of the guys says, approaching him.

Zed’s breath almost comes to a stop as he feels hands, again, grasping around his arms and legs. People have gathered, watching this situation unfold. “We just need one more thing which we,” the guy places his hand against his own chest, “Think is ours.”

Zed turns his head to the side. His eyes go wide and a gasp punches a hole in the back of his throat as it happens. A pair of hands are slapped either side of his underwear and then he feels his briefs quickly lowered, being pulled all the way down to his shoes. His now bare ass bounces while his exposed dick flops upward. They have him step out of it.

“Go on, get on,” they then say as they push him to the bike.

He puts one hand over his dick and nervously gets on.

He’s trying to balance himself with one hand as he rides off with not only the angry young college men looking at him, but many other people as well.

“If you’re going to ride like that,” one of them says as two come running up to him. They stop the bike from moving forward by putting their hands on the handlebars. One of them looks straight at Zed.

Zed looks back him as his eyes move slightly back and forth, afraid to fully look this guy in the face.

His eyes stay steely on Zed as he calmly places a hand on Zed’s hand covering his dick. He firms up his grip and then forces his hand up and out, revealing what he’s been trying to hide.

“Have an arm out for balance.”

He then leans in close to Zed’s ear and whispers, “Oh, and, ughhh, I called some friends, put the word out about you. They’re gonna watch to make sure you … get home safe.”

Zed gulps.

“And,” he leans in closer and lowers his voice to a hushed baritone, “if they see that you try to cover yourself in any way, we’re gonna not only report you but makes things a little more… difficult for you.”

The other person beside him coldly laughs.

The guy holding his arm pats him on the back and adds, “So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll make sure that dick of yours is flapping in the breeze and everyone gets a goooood fuckin’ look at it. Do I make myself clear?”

Zed nervously nods his head.

They let him go as he rides off, one hand out while the other is on his handlebar. His manhood bobbing in different directions as continues to use his legs to peddle the bike forward.

This same story with the pic fully uncensored can be found here.

#emn #enm story #enm fiction #losing clothes #men losing clothes #embarrassed nude men #embarrassed naked men #embarrassed naked male #men stripped #men stripped naked #men stripped naked in public #clothes ripped #men's clothes ripped #men's clothes ripped off #men forced naked in public

[zeafeon]

Hey there! I've heard about a PMD&D campaign you're a part of with @azurityarts using the PokéRole system and its PMD module through their various art pieces and a few asks they answered. If you have time, I'd love to hear more about how that's been going, and what you think about the system!

Oh thanks for asking about it! I'd be happy to answer questions about the campaign I'm hosting right now, but for now I'll just give a general recap of what's going on for the players and what the plot currently is.

So the plot so far has been about Shadow Pokemon suddenly appearing, and the players trying to find who is responsible for their sudden appearance. Shadow Pokemon tend to be extremely aggressive and will typically attack non-shadows on sight (with a few exceptions).

The cause of the Shadow Pokemon outbreak came from one of their clients early in the game, when the group was acting as a sort of rescue team instead of investigating the Shadow Pokemon problem. They were around an Absol named Seth, who suddenly became sick after grabbing a treasure deep inside of a dungeon. They escorted him to a town of herbalists who they believed could help cure his sickness, only to find the town wiped out during their time collecting ingredients that the inhabitants needed to cure his illness. They haven't seen that Absol since, but they did find some strange, shadowy feathers in the room he was in...

Since then, the group has been trying to find a way to combat the shadows, and perhaps turn them back to normal. To achieve this, they enlisted the help of a scientist and researcher, a Porygon-Z by the name of Dr. Zed. Zed is currently working on a machine that can be used against the shadows, one he claims will be able to return them to normal. However, the ingredients he needs to make this weapon work are difficult to obtain, so the group has been helping him gather what he needs.

As for the current situation, they are trying to reach Mesprit's lake, which she seems to have turned into a sort of night club beneath a once bustling city, one that has been overrun with Shadow Pokemon.

I can't share much more of the plot at this time without spoiling my players (who will likely see this post), but I will include a few silly doodles my players have made that might not have been posted anywhere!

As for what I think of the system, before this I was running games off of a completely homebrewed system, which, while it worked, it was a bit unstructured and somewhat loose with the rules. Using Pokerole definitely gives our game a more solid foundation for rules and mechanics, but the module itself seems geared around encounters being extremely vicious and hard to survive. The inclusion of things like lethal damage (aka, a move will straight up kill you instead of knock you out), among a few other changes has led to me needing to make adjustments on the fly just to make sure even more basic encounters aren't a wipe. I do like the system! I just feel like it could be better balanced against players dying so often. That being said, I must be doing something right if there's only been one "death" so far! (And by death, I mean the character's fate is currently unknown, they were abandoned and dragged away by a Shadow Luxray, but they didn't find any kind of remains when they went to look for him!)

Anyways, I hope that gives a general overview of what's been going on, I'm always happy to talk about my own projects!

#PMD&D #ask #Also making character sheets for encounters takes FOREVER

[c-rose2081]

Starchild || 2. Pancakes

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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Zed didn’t know what he’d been thinking.

Bringing an Alien into Zombietown? It was madness, and honestly not the best decision he’d ever made. After all, Zombies and z-patrol were already on a wire-thin understanding. If they found a…well, basically a fugitive, hiding out with them? It could spell disaster for all the progress Zed had made in the past four years. And yet…he couldn’t just leave her there either. So what was a Zombie to do?

“…do you think she’ll be ok, Dad?”

Zed glanced up from where he paced in the kitchen, peeking through the open doorway and back into the living room. Zoey insisted on playing Nurse for their new guest, and had been gently dabbing at any accessible cuts with a damp cloth. So far, their new friend hadn’t even twitched. This meant she either hit her head harder than Zed originally thought, or was hardcore sleeping off her injuries.

“I’m sure she will, sweetie,” Zevon said, extending a hand to her, “come on, it’s past your bedtime.”

“But Dad…”

“We’ll leave Zed to take care of our guest. She’ll be fine.”

“Oh, alright. Goodnight Alien, Goodnight Zed.”

Waving his hand as Zoey was taken back upstairs to sleep, Zed heaved a breath and ran a hand across his jaw. Thank god it was the weekend or he’d have to deal with the idea of leaving his Dad with an unconscious Extra-Terrestrial. But keeping her here wasn’t a permanent solution either; the z-patrol would be looking for their UFO pilot.

“Geez, Zed. What did you do this time,” he sighed, blowing a raspberry between his lips as he strode back into the living room. Casually, he sat on the sofa cushion near the Alien’s hip, staring down at her. She really was beautiful, what with her milky skin and sharp features. While most guys liked normal girls with nice hair or other…er…assets, Zed never found himself all that interested. He’d never even had a girlfriend before. Just Eliza, who was more like a sister to him, and would take his head off if he ever even suggested the idea. So Zed was Seabrook’s most eligible green bachelor, and that was fine.

Being struck stupid by a girl from an entirely different planet wasn’t on his ‘Life’s Surprises’ bingo card. Dropping his head into his hands with a groan, Zed didn’t mean to fall asleep sitting up. But he was out faster than he even realized, and was soon woken again by two hushed voices floating down the hall. Allowing one of his eyes to pop open, Zed found himself laying across the (now empty) sofa. His Alien was missing.

“Shoot,” he hissed, rolling to alertness and hitting the ground running. Thankfully, he didn’t have to go far to find out where his latest bad decision went.

Zoey, being the early riser she was, had already started her Saturday with stuffed animal dress-up. And joining her was a very curious looking extra-terrestrial. It was the most interested Zed had ever seen someone, especially regarding his sisters (massive) collection of stuffed things. She was leaned intently over her knees, tail flicking across the floor and head tilted in rapture. She listened to every single name Zoey rattled off, even picking up a few of the toys and exploring them with her hands.

“Do you want one?” Zoey asked her, “I bet you get lonely in space.”

“Oh, no. Not lonely at all,” the Alien spoke, slapping Zed in the face with her perfect (and sweet sounding) English, “I have my Family Unit to keep me company.”

“You mean there are more?” Zoey gasped in awe, eyes growing twice their usual size, “are they all as pretty as you?”

The Alien laughed lightly, her bright blue eyes sparkling in mischief and kindness. It sent Zed spiraling, and he had to keep himself from falling over by stepping backwards. Unfortunately, the floor squeaked, and both Zoey and their guest turned to look at him. The Alien’s eyes were even brighter than last night, and their keen attention made his chest knot up in a funny way. No girl had ever made him feel quite this tongue tied before.

“Zed! You’re finally up!” Zoey cheered, “come meet Addy! She’s so great, you wouldn’t believe how neat she is.”

“I…uh…” Zed swallowed thickly, too stunned as Zoey dragged him into her room. The Alien stood, revealing how small she was compared to him. But there wasn’t a shred of fear on her face; just a smile that made moths flutter under his ribs, “hi,” he greeted awkwardly, lifting the flat of his hand.

“Zoey has been telling me about you,” she said, “Zed, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah…Zed, me. Yes.” Zed nodded stiffly, “hem, and you’re…?”

“A-ddison,” The Alien — A-ddison — introduced, her smile once again dizzying and making him feel all weird, “thank you for saving my life, Zed,” she continued, “my landing was…a bit on the rough side.”

“Only a little,” Zed chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “how are you feeling?”

“Not entirely myself. But better, thanks to you and your wonderful Family Unit.”

A-ddison smiled again as Zoey hugged her leg, patting the top of her hair fondly, “your Little One was just introducing me to her friends until you woke up.”

“Oh wait, you still need one!” Zoey barked in alarm, “wait here! I have to go get it.”

“Zoey I don’t think…” Zed started, only to receive a very intense look from his little sister as she vanished between his legs and back down the stairs.

“She’s very sweet,” A-ddison said, “and speaks fondly of you.”

“Yeah. It’s uh, just been us and my Dad for a long time. So we’re pretty close.” Zed nodded, shoving both hands into the pockets of his old hoodie, “so…you’re actually from space? I wasn’t imagining the spaceship?”

“Not at all. I come from a quadrant of stars quite far away from here. My ship lost one of its engines while passing through an asteroid belt, and I…well…landed poorly.”

“That’s an understatement,” Zed laughed, nodding to the doorway, “do you wanna have some breakfast or something?”

“Breakfast?” A-ddison wondered, furrowing her brows as both antennae flicked backwards towards her hairline, “what’s that?”

“Only the most important meal of the day,” Zed insisted, “come on, I can make you pancakes that are out of this world…don’t give me that face, you’ll love it.”

“I wasn’t making a face,” A-ddison insisted, “I’ve studied Earth culture. Although, it made no mention of Breakfast or Pancakes…”

“It’s good. I’ll even put chocolate chips in yours if Zoey hasn’t eaten them all.”

“Uh…?”

“It’s all delicious, A-ddison. I promise.” Zed laughed, waving a hand as he guided the Alien downstairs with him.

“I do trust you, Zed,” she insisted, unaware of how that simple phrase made his undead heart beat twice as fast, “this place is just so strange to me.”

“You’ll pick it up,” Zed shrugged, pulling out one of the barstools in the kitchen and waving to it, “my lady.”

“Thank…galaxies!”

A-ddison jumped back suddenly, eyes widening in surprise.

“What? Something wrong?” Zed asked, fearing that the z-patrol had already found them. Instead, Addy got closer to one of the silver bottomed pots hanging by the sink and stared at her reflection.

“I look terrible.”

“A little bruised, maybe,” Zed drawled, only to gawk as A-ddison was suddenly changed before his eyes. Between one blink and the next she went from being ragged and beat up, to pristine and smelling distinctly sweet. Even her clothes had somehow changed, now perfectly pressed and lacking the holes they had previously. Even her hair, previously a shade of white, had returned to its blue color — but hardly as vibrant as the night before.

“That’s better,” A-ddison sighed in relief, running a hand over her tail to smooth out of the tuft at its end, “what a bad way to make a first impression.”

“You just…” Zed couldn’t find the words, “how’d you…I…you know what, I don’t even want to know. Pancakes. We we need pancakes.”

Turning back to the stove, Zed shook away his bewilderment. Obviously there would be a lot of things he didn’t know about A-ddison. She was an Alien after all…one who only kinda looked human. And, hopefully, he’d get to know her a bit better than mere cautious strangers.

“I found you the perfect friend, Addy!” Zoey called, running into the kitchen excitedly with something big and reddish-pink in her grip, “I had to find it since our dog hid it under the couch again.”

Zoey extended her Cheer Shrimpy stuffed toy out for A-ddison to take, eyes glowing with excitement.

“Zoey, I don’t think A-ddison wants a shrimp with pom-poms. Especially not one that’s been chewed on,” Zed drawled in humor, still working his skillet magic for pancakes as A-ddison accepted the gift somewhat hesitantly.

“But she needs a cuddly friend. Shrimpy is perfect,” Zoey insisted, rocking on her shoes, “besides, I can absolutely tell A-ddison is a cheerleader.”

“What’s a Shrimpy?” A-ddison wondered, tail thumping against the bars of her stool as she examined the toy.

“Shrimpy is Seabrook’s school mascot,” Zed told her from behind his cooking, poking his tongue out in order to flip the batter currently sizzling over the burner, “it’s a shrimp. A type of sea creature we have here on Earth.”

“I…see,” A-ddison managed with a quirked lip, “thank you for the wonderful gift, Zoey.”

“Zoe, I’ll have breakfast ready in a minute. Can you go wake up Dad?”

“Ok!”

And Zoey bolted from the room, happy as can be. A-ddison stared at Shrimpy for another moment before folding him into her arms and tucking it up against her stomach. The sight made Zed’s gut twist with fondness as he cleared his throat, shaking pancakes onto a plate.

“So uh, A-ddison, you speak pretty good English for an Alien,” he wondered out loud, only to freeze in panic and hit himself internally, “that sounded super offensive, I’m so sorry…”

“Oh, no, Zed, I’m not offended. It’s only natural that you’re curious,” Addy said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “English is not a language we speak on the Mothership, but it is very easy to learn. I’ve studied Earth in detail, and have been practicing many of it’s unique dialects. English included.”

“Well, you sound great,” Zed laughed, “so, are you just visiting or…?”

“My purpose here is…unclear, so far,” the Alien admitted with a cringe, “I left my Family Unit without permission from my Older. I wanted to see Earth for myself, but didn’t think I’d actually get this far.”

“So crashing wasn’t part of the plan?”

“No,” A-ddison’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, “my Older One is going to kill me when they find out.”

“Older One,” Zed repeated, “that’s your…?”

“Sibling. I think that’s the right word in English. I have three Older One’s: a big brother, a big sister, and one other — my eldest — who chose not to decide.”

“I can’t imagine having more then one sister,” Zed admitted, “Zoey is cute, but she’s a lot.”

“I’m the Little One…the little sister…in my Family Unit too. I don’t get to do anything without permission.”

“So out of the entire galaxy, why Earth?” Zed wondered, passing his finalized plate of bready goodness to A-ddison, who looked a bit downcast at the question. She sighed heavily, slumping.

“Well, my Great One — my grandma — came to Earth when she was a Young One like me. She spoke so fondly of the place she had found while stuck on the beautiful blue and green planet. I just…wanted to see it for myself, since she’s part of the Universe now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Zed told her, knowing how hard losing a family member actually was, “you wanted to feel closer to her, right?”

“I…suppose I did,” Addy shrugged, hugging Shrimpy tighter to her, “my people are telepaths. We speak through our minds and our hearts. But emotions are messy, and can be painful. My Family Unit has the power to suppress them.”

“And you don’t?” Zed puzzled, sitting down across from the girl and leaning forward on his arms, “why?”

“I only just found out myself when my Great One returned to the stardust. She told me that my true parents are both on Earth. Another reason why I decided to come here.”

“So you’re part human?” Zed confirmed as A-ddison nodded haltingly, though her expression came off as something unsure.

“Yes. But I don’t really know what that means. It’s all super confusing, and I hadn’t planned on actually staying. I just…I…” A-ddison paused again, seeming flustered with her lack of words as she mumbled something incoherent (or otherworldly) under her breath.

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” Zed insisted, nodding to the plate still sitting in front of her, “have a pancake. It’s bread, butter, eggs, and some sweet stuff just for you.”

A-ddison poked at the meal curiously, antennae flicking back and forth again. Zed smiled, but turned as there were three knocks at the door.

“Eat,” he ordered again, “stay right here; don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

The Alien girl nodded her approval to eat her breakfast as Zed slipped out of the kitchen. Nervously, he went to the front door as the knocking persisted.

“Zed!”

Eliza and Bonzo stood on the stoop. He sighed heavily in relief at the sight of them and not the z-patrol. Though, Eliza looked ready to take his head off.

“Oh thank god it’s just you guys,” he managed, “what are you doing here?”

“What are we doing here?” Eliza barked, “there was an entire lockdown last night and you weren’t anywhere to be found. No call, no text. Nothing; nada,”

“Eliza, I’m fine. Just needed some time to myself…”

“Gar gat za, gargara.”

“I fell asleep on the sofa and forgot to call,” Zed deflected, “What’s going on?”

“Something fell from the sky last night, Zed,” Eliza whispered in a hushed manner, “there’s rumors that it’s…you know…a UFO?”

“I thought you didn’t believe in that sort of thing?” Zed teased, trying to swallow the nervousness in his voice as he glanced back towards the kitchen, “it was probably just a meteor.”

“It wasn’t. And you’re acting weird,” Eliza hissed, pointing a finger in his face, “cough it up, or I’ll make you.”

Rolling up a sleeve to reveal her fist, Zed groaned in annoyance as he lifted his hands in surrender, opening the door.

“Come in here.”

His friends looked at one another wearily but eventually passed the threshold, and Zed hurriedly closed and locked the door.

“What did you do, Zed?” Eliza assumed, hands on her hips.

“Zig,” Bonzo supplied, matching the stance in a far more humorous way.

“Look, you can’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Can’t tell anyone what, Zed?”

Zed pursed his lips, but nodded towards the kitchen. Curiously, the trio peeked through the doorway. Eliza’s eyes popped from her head as she turned on a heel to face him.

“Zed,”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a…”

“Yep.”

“It’s eating pancakes in your kitchen. There’s an…Alien…eating pancakes in your kitchen.”

“She’s not an ‘it’, Eliza,” Zed frowned, shoving both hands into his pockets and leaning against the doorway, “this is A-ddison; we met last night. And yeah, she’s an Alien.”

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Tag list:

@theredrenard

#disney zombies #starchild au #zed necrodopolis #addison wells #zeddison #alternate universe #fanfiction #writing #z o m b i e s #z o m b i e s 2 #z o m b i e s 3

[themightywolftiger]

List of AUs!

The list that I said that I'd post a day or so ago. This list will be an evergrowing list. I'll hopefully even use this as like a master post for the AUs (eventually) maybe).

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Rift Malfunction:

Something happens after the hermits pass through the rift. A shift that affects almost everyone between the two servers: The hermits become rulers of empires and vice versa.

It's up to Gem, the traveler between the two worlds, to fix all of her friends before they lose themselves for good.

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The Rift:

Grian is pulled through the rift, and the only clue left behind is a broken pair of glasses. Scar, Cub, and Jimmy (with Pearl and Zedaph monitoring the situation) venture into the rift to find him.

But what else awaits them within the shifting realms of the Watchers?

(AU also features ocs) my little guys)

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Limited Loop AU:

The Watchers are angry at Martyn being the victor of Limited Life. So, they use their magic in order to trap Martyn within a timeloop. Jimmy is also trapped within the loop as well.

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Limited Life Monster AU:

Something happens as the lifers leave the server. Their red lives have clung to their spirits and have morphed them into monsters.

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Masked AU:

An amnesiac wakes up in an bedroom that he doesn't recognize. He's instructed to put on the mask (and formal change of clothes) before exiting his room.

Once he leaves, he runs into a tall stranger in a cat mask. The two agree to stick together and solve the many mysteries that stand before them.

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Unwelcomed Guests AU:

The hermits arrive in the realm of empires, however, they aren't received as positively as Grian believed that they would be.

The empires people are hostile and suspicious of the hermits. Leading to some of the hermits being imprisoned or worse. The ones that escape this fate work with the other empires members to rescue their friends (and hopefully find a way home).

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Zed Collection AU:

Zedaph was obsessed. He wanted to collect everything on the server: From the smallest craftable item to the largest mob, Zedaph wanted it all.

But a problem arose with Zedaph's obsession. He wanted everything in the server. This 'everything' included the very denizens that lived in the world alongside him:

The hermits.

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Pokewhat AU:

Hermits, empires, and more but oh no! They pokémon now. Everyone has to find each other and figure out how to get home.

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Erased AU:

Back during the times of EVO, the Listeners erased Jimmy from the memories of everyone involved. But, something occurs when Jimmy moves on to other servers.

For a brief moment, Jimmy exists and everyone knows him (with those from EVO having blurred memories). But eventually, Jimmy is erased from existence and set to wander aimlessly once again.

But eventually, a ghostly Pixlriffs finds Jimmy and remembers who he is.

#hermitcraft #empires season 2 #trafficblr #limited life smp #evo smp #mightyswolf #Mighty's AUs #Will update as I develop more AUs #Hopefully I'll remember to edit this list.

[themculibrary]

Steve/Bucky USO show Masterlist

Captain America Has a Fella (ao3) - PR Zed (przed) G, 2k

Summary: "Welcome to the USO," the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she's in.

Six month she's been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she's finally got a job dancing. She's ecstatic.

She's not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.

Or how one showgirl finds out there's more to Captain America than meets the eye.

I'd Know That Face Anywhere (ao3) - Shay081793 E, 2k

Summary: The 107th never got captured. Instead, Bucky Barnes is in the audience when that clown "Captain America" performs to rally the troops, and holy shit, that clown is Steve Rogers.

If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me? (ao3) - aprofessorstale T, 1k

Summary: Prompt: What if Bucky didn't get captured and was in the audience with the 107th to see Captain America?

La Libération (ao3) - hermionesmydawg M, 3k

Summary: All the blood rushed to Bucky’s face. An uncharacteristic blush from him. “I don’t recall that story. You know, I do have well-documented memory problems.”

Natasha tsked. “He knows the story.”

“He does,” Steve mused. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell it.”

“Okay,” Bucky agreed quickly.

“I’ll just tell it,” Steve said. “It was-“

“August,” Bucky interrupted, shooting a scowl at Steve. “August of ‘44, the liberation of Paris. And I was fucking miserable.”

Let's Hear It for Captain America! (ao3) - JJK T, 4k

Summary: Steve lost his virginity to a USO girl in 1943? Sure he did, if you mean he lost it to Bucky dressed in a USO girl outfit.....

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Love confessions post-Azzano lead to a discovery of Steve's Captain America costume and the USO girls help out when Bucky decides he wants to dress up for Steve.

Mama Tiger Knows Best (ao3) - darth_stitch T, 415

Summary: "All right, Rogers, that handsome fella of yours better appreciate how we’re keeping you safe for him."

Riders In The Sky (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky M, 3k

Summary: Bucky time travels back to 1943 to watch Steve perform onstage as Captain America in the USO show. (He likes the outfit, okay?)

Then he continues on to the late '40s, pays Arnim Zola a visit... then swings back around to help the Steve from his timeline as he returns the Infinity Stones.

Once he rights the main timeline, Bucky heads back again, rescues Steve from 1949, and takes him on an adventure.

Steve's USO Tour (ao3) - roe87 M, 9k

Summary: After Project Rebirth, Steve has his brand new body but Col. Phillips and the Army doesn't want him.

Senator Brandt, however, offers Steve the chance to do his part by promoting war bonds... in tights, in a USO show.

Lucky for Steve, he meets some new friends to keep him company, including a chorus girl named Bucky.

Sucker Punch (ao3) - yellow_crayon E, 15k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not the blushing virgin everyone thinks.

(Five times they almost get caught and one time they do.)

To A Girl in 1943 on the USO Tour (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist E, 4k

Summary: Steve is questioned about how exactly he lost his virginity. Technically he's only lying about the "girl" part. After all, it was someone in 1943, and it was at the end of his USO tour, and they were wearing one of the dancer's costumes. Close enough, right?

Upskirt Angle (ao3) - zetsubonna M, 315

Summary: Anon requested: During the war, Bucky gets his hands on a USO girl outfit, wears it, and makes Steve roleplay.

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What If Things Were Different (ao3) - ceealaina G, 1k

Summary: What if Bucky wasn't captured by Hydra, and instead was sitting in the audience with the rest of the 107th while Captain America took the stage?

In my head Steve and Bucky are so in love it's ridiculous, but it can be read as just two best friends if that's how you prefer it.

#themculibrary #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky masterlist #uso show #uso show masterlist #masterlists #m/m

[souls--flowers]

1.) The monster of the cave

TW! murder, 'test subjects', semi detailed gore,

Doc didn't react when the hermits were told what happened. Doc just walked away and collected seeds and animals [since it kinda was the end of the world] he had stayed in the premier, mostly just making sure everything was living. It wasn't until zedaph and hypno came stating Ren tango and mumbo had gone crazy from being stuck. Hypno told him that they could create something to help them not go mad and kill other hermits. Doc agreed and was brought into a lab that made my zedaph. In 3 cells. It was the 3. A dog. A shapshifter. And a blaze glaring up at doc causing the creeper to look away. Not long him and zed got to work, creating what they touch was the cure and giving it to the three. They were them released. Doc continued his normal life after words. After a few months, he realized.. he was low on water and went out to find some. He stumbled into a cave and smiled, seeing the water. The smile faltered when he realized he was followed into the cave. Turning, he saw what was looking to be ren 3 heads snarling at him and one what seemed to be rotting dragging on the ground. Doc tensed and quickly tried to run away. [REDACTED] grabbed doc and dragged him I to the cave and ripped him apart, ripping him open and leaving him there. It was maybe a month later when he awoke looking around he tried to leave the cave, and he stopped when he left. He looked around and realized his organs wouldn't let him.. he was basically a head with arms that barely moved..how was he even alive?

Doc can be heard growling when someone approaches the cave creating fear and horror. Only one has entered the cave but they didn't come back..normal..

#docm77 #meow #hermitcraft au #theabandondau #zedaph #hypnotized #doc #hc mumbo #renthedog #tangotek #hermitcraft mumbo #mumbo jumbo

[beta-adjacent]

Cursed Z-o-m-b-i-e-s x Spiderman AU or Cursed Descendants x Spiderman AU

………..Ok, fuck it, I’m giving this my best shot

Zombies:

The zombie outbreak was actually more like… an arachnid outbreak maybe??? Zombies and spiders though. “Zombies made by a spider disease~”, whatever ok you get the idea. And the genetics passed on have an Insane variety of powers. Zed just happens to be one who gets web with extremely strong tensile strength. I just. Spider-Zed. SPIDER-ZED C’MON MAN WE CAN’T NOT USE THAT SOMEHOW— this one for me Has to be set in a grimier Seabrooke, like it’s Zombies mixed into Spiderman

This is kind of like the Spider-Man mixed into Zombies. All of the events of Zombies basically occurs the same, except somewhere we get an arc where Someone (don’t know who yet) gets bitten by a radioactive (or moon crystal infected whatever, you get the idea-ish) spider. I’d also heavily agree within this category the existence of just. Spider people. Arachne are just another type of monster and that includes Peter and Gwen and Noir and whoever else from Spiderverses we want. I mostly want that so Addison is bitten by a regular spider and has her usual crisis, hahaha

Descendants:

The Isle has stopped relying on magic in the 20 years away from it. Does Disney have evil scientists????? Does Professor Callahan from Big Hero 6 or the villain in Meet the Robinson’s count? Is Meet the Robisons Disney??????? Ok who cares you get the idea, maybe the kids just learn the power of science. Point is we pull a Garfield!!!! That is, the webbing is synthetic. It’s something all the Isle kids have? This would almost be a war movie by the end I’m realizing, where the Isle has incidentally created this army of radioactive children…

I want Carlos to be the star in this variant for some reason. Carlos the one with the bite, and it happens in lieu of the events of D1. Maybe Carlos does the web as a side project (Garfield-esque), like he originally makes it so he can grab things from his mom’s insanely weird little mansion faster. He’s already been super sensitive when sensing she’s been near, but he always thought it was just trauma stuff. When he gets to Auradon, he starts using it in secret to zip around the city to learn more about it and it’s really helpful. With his tech, Carlos feels useful for once, like he’s not always running away. To the Core 4, he’s the scouter with ~mysterious ways~ of collecting intel. Ben notices him zipping around first but doesn’t tell anyone, but Evie quickly catches second. She uses it as an excuse to sew Carlos his own Spidey suit!!! Soon though, with Auradon’s advanced labs, Carlos can make wayyy stronger tech. And from there I can’t decide if he just makes stuff for the Core 4 or if Mal & Jay steal it (to abuse it for petty crimes and/or schemes to stalk Ben), or really just where to go generally

I guess there’s always the thought too that someone other than Carlos gets these powers, but they’d have a far less tech-y approach. Mal and Jay would absolutely use it from the get-go whereas Evie would hide it because “gross” spider glands make me ugly. I’m even considering Ben now. He’d sneak off into the night with his powers to do some rebellious-ish things, anything to escape the pressure of kinghood so young. I’d kind of love it if Mal began finding/admiring these weirdly unique spray paintings in town and they’re Ben’s

If you have any ideas anyone, PLEASE let me know, I am DYING to see what the hell we can do with this insane prompt because there’s potential!!!

#omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o blog #spiderman into the omegaverse #spiderman #spiderman mcu #spiderman marvel #amazing spider man #disney zombies #disney descendants #zombies dcom #descendants au #zombies au #spiderman au #disney zombies au #liu asks