#AU fic DnD game

[yeehawpim]

a comic about my weird irreverence for canon

go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!

[thatdeadaquarius]

Imagine creator reader but no divine presence or aura that makes people crumble at the knees.

Reader just spawns in at wolvendom like a fly and meets diluc for no important reason i just love diluc then pow we can alter character builds then discover that my husband has the bell and instructors set on 😲

Creator freaks out cause wtf this is NOT the build i put on my diluc and hes standing there like ‘what psychopath did i just meet..’ so wow what no way creator reader just happens to have a 2 piece crimson witch in their inventory.

Reader: ‘You’re probably gonna leave me here but theres a hillichurl camp near by you dont want the knights of favonius to get to it first right’

Dilucs mad suspicious but hes a good civilian and puts his vision to use and absolutely destroys the hilichurls

Hes doing like 19x the amount of damage he normally would and word gets around that theres some random lady that makes people uncomprehendingly strong

BRO (genderneutral) I SAW A FIC LITERALLY ABOUT THIS SCENARIO UNDER THE SAGAU TAG AWHILE BACK- ACK-

FIC REC ASK!!

I CANT FIND IT- THEY WERE ACTUALLY THE OG INSPO FOR ME KEEPING A READER WHO COULD STILL ACCESS PLAYER FUNCTIONS

LIKE, DUDE THEY DID DILUC AND EVERYTHING

THIS IS SO CREEPY WTF R U SECRETLY THAT AWESOME WRITER??!!! DID U SNEAK INTO MY ASKS, BC IF SO HELLO I LOVE THAT FIC SM <3 ANYWAY-

I don’t know how to write this without plagiarising that person!!

Because this is such a specific scenario, I don’t see a way around writing this or at least I don’t have the skill for it lmao, as this is the same situation as that fic, so here you guys go!

My first fic rec!! Thank you so much @myrainycollectorpizza for finding this fic!! You're a peach tysm,

Here's pretty much a cooler longer version of what anon said by Muraar on ao3!

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Safe Travels Anon,

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Fic rec sorry my beloveds! Another ask will be uploaded in an hour or so! :] I lied i forgot to tag u guys in the new one hold on

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[twicethetrouble]

new chapter!

[fraymotiif]

Okay, I gotta know. What's the "oops I did it again" one about? 👀

that one actually has a bit of a misleading title bc the "i" in it refers to me, the author, and what i am doing again is putting the pokémon train twins through the wringer dhgfsjdds

it's for my dnd au which i reallllly should be posting more about bc i have Many Ideas. this wip in particular is a 3-part fic about emmet's search for ingo after he disappears through a rift on one of their excursions– finding him in the feywild, the aftermath, and the after-aftermath (i'm being purposefully vague because if i give too much away i'll lose my motivation to work on it lol. but i'm excited to post it!! eventually!!!) here's a snippet:

”If you require assistance in navigating the Feywild, I would be more than happy to conduct back you to your home.” “But…that’s…you.”  “I beg your pardon?” And Dragons help him, Ingo looked genuinely bewildered.

[hereforanepilogue]

They’re lying in bed when Eddie gets up the courage to say it - Steve can tell, he can always tell, because every time Eddie says his name like that -

“Steve -”

- he’s back in the field, on his way to losing everything. And every time, he does what he didn’t do then. He rolls over, his weight pinning Eddie to the bed, the blankets tangled between them. He buries his face in the junction of Eddie’s neck and shoulder for a second, breathes.

“What’s up?” He lifts his head. Eddie is staring at him.

“You know we’ll never have - the kids, and the house, and everything.” It’s 1992, and Steve has barely thought of that dream in years. But it’s March, too, and they all get a little fidgety this time of year. Eddie, especially, but he’s never brought this up.

“I know, baby,” he says. Eddie’s arms tighten around him, and he buries his head back in his neck. “I mean, I - I talked to Elena about it.” Eddie makes a questioning noise, so Steve goes on. Steve’s government-assigned therapist has been a part of their lives for longer than they’ve been together. “Ages ago, actually. Like, in the 80s.” He lifts his head to look at Eddie.

“Why?” Eddie asks.

“I - uh - when we first started dating, I didn’t want to like, ruin things. Before they even started. So I talked to her about it, before we made it official?” Eddie gapes at him. “Like, I didn’t want to start going with you, and then realize I was wrong and I really did want that, you know? And I was gonna talk to Nance about it, but that’s -” he trails off.

“You know I’ve been worried about it this whole time,” Eddie says. “I didn’t - you seemed happy, and you always said you were, so I believed you, but. Sorry, I don’t know why it’s been bugging me again.”

“And I’m sure the wedding has nothing to do with it,” Steve says, laughing. Eddie pushes his shoulder away, but Steve just clings tighter. Now that he thinks about it, Eddie has been off since Hopper and Joyce announced their impending nuptials.

“I guess. I just - I know we all thought we were gonna die, or I did at least, but it’s - most people don’t just change what they want,” Eddie says.

Steve pauses for a moment, presses his face into Eddie’s neck and breathes.

“It’s not that I don’t want it anymore,” he starts, and Eddie clings tighter for a second. “It’s just that I don’t think I ever really wanted it? I mean, when we talked about it - me and Elena - I realized that that wasn’t really what I wanted. I wanted, like, a family. And I just thought the only way to get that was to do what my parents did, but do it right, you know?

“I mean, I don’t think most boys were dreaming of getting married when they were kids - I used to tell my mom that me and my wife were gonna move in next door -” Eddie lets out a laugh, because he and Steve have spent long hours criticizing the Harringtons’ five garages and how ugly all the houses in the neighborhood are. “- I was gonna move in next door, so that my kids could know their grandparents, and maybe her - the wife’s - parents would move in on the other side, and I would never go on business trips and my wife would stay home with the kids, and -”

He stops again, looks at Eddie. “I have that, right? I mean, we might get marriage eventually, and I’d like that, but we have our kids, and we have the kids at the Center, and we have Wayne and the Hoppers and everyone. I don’t need to make myself into somebody else to have that.”

[catboyranulf]

love that minsc & boo journal of villainy has kivan and cernd MARRIED. like. i dont remember them ever meeting in bg2 canon? i know i have a mod to make kivan a companion in bg2 but can’t remember if you ever even meet him without it. anyway not saying it’s a bad decision i personally love it. they have so much in common: they love nature and both have a dead wife!

[jack-shadow]

Dnd Homebrew: Feywild Wyrm

Medium Dragon, true neutral

Ac: 17 (Natrual Armor)

HP: 60 (6d10)

Str: +3

Dex: +4

Con: +2

Int: +1

Wis: +2

Cha: +2

Speed: 45 ft

Skills: Acrobatics, perception, Stealth,

Languages: all languages it knew as a humanoid

Resistances: Posion, bludgeoning

Immunites: Fire

Condition Immunites: Posioned, charmed,

Traits

Gliding: requires a DC 10 perception check to hear the Feywild Wyrm Move

Climbing: the Feywild wyrm can Climb up any surface with ease, it has a climbing speed the same as it's walking speed

Telepathy: the Feywild wyrm can telepathically communicate with other dragons in 60ft radius

Actions

Multi Attack: The Feywild Wyrm can use clash slash on the same target three times per turn

Claw Slash: the fey wild wyrm will swing its claws at a target within 10 FT, dealing 1d8 Slashing damage

Misty cover: the Feywild Wyrm will breath out a layer of thick Fog covering a a 45ft by 45ft area, while in this Area The Feywild Wyrm is completely hidden and gains advantage on Stealth

Hidden Antlers: while hidden the Feywild Wyrm can attack a person thats 5 feet away with their antlers dealing 1d6 Slashing damage and 1d8 Raidant, they have advantage Agasint the targets AC

Breath Weapon- Green Fire: The Fey wild Wyrm will breath green fire in a cone shape, anyone caught in the way must make a DC 13 saving throw or take 1d6 fire damage and have their movement speed cut in half rounded up, this fire will not hurt plants, and fey creatures get advantage on the saving throw

Lore

Feywild wyrms are a result of a fey cursing a humanoid with a magic item called 'the Lind Wyrm scale'. the Curse takes anywhere from 3 months to a year to fully take hold but once ot does they become a Feywild Wyrm. they tend to be outcast by their pepole due to their Draconic appearance and tendencies, but they asl8 arent welcome amoung the fey so they temd to live in solitude, often by a gateway between the planes. the cursed individual's mind remains intact however they are now plagued by Draconic Instincts to hunt, horde, defend their territory from any outsiders. As such they can be somewhat dangerous to be around but one you have convinced your not a threat, or who has learned to deal with these Instincts can become a powerful ally. Fey tend to curse these pepole for numerous reasons, but most commonly is when a human didn't listen to their instructions or didn't play along with their 'game'vthey often curse their children to become Feywild wyrms as a 'Harmless little Scare' for the parent. Because of this most Feywild wyrms only speak Broken Common (or whatever thier native language was) due to their exile at a young age.Their have been cases of Feywild Wyrms not being exiled from their home lands and instead becoming a powerful guardians for multiple generations, watching over nearby feywild gateways and defending the locals from invaders.

Lind Wyrm Scale

Wonderous Item, Rare, Cursed

A simple white Scale that shimmers under moon light, touching it will result in it attaching itself to your skin and start spreading until the scales cover your whole body it will aslo start altering your body into you are a Feywild Wyrm. The process will take 3d4 months to be completed

So yeah that's the first of a new dragon type I'm working on which is basically Dragon curses (I have been playing Tears of the kingdom recently) this one being based on the fairy tale of the Lind Wyrm, I don't really know If it's balanced but I did my best. And for those who maybe want to play as one I am working on a race that'll basically be the half way point between dragon and humanoid fir the curse (that'll have variants for each dragon I make for this subtype)

If you have any ideas for more dragons of this subtype I'd love to hear them, feel free to comment or even send asks about your ideas, and if you have ideas on how this one should be tweaked to be balanced I'd aslo love to hear that.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

BG3 Fanfic Writers Ask Game!

cooked up a little something bc I wanted us all to chat! pls reblog if you want to get asked stuff about your writing! 🩵

☁️Do you prefer writing canon x canon or canon x OC? Why?

🌈Is there a ship you wouldn’t write a whole fic for, but love in the background?

💧Is there a ship you wouldn’t write yourself, but love reading?

✨Which is your favourite platonic BG3 dynamic and why?

☄️Which Act of the game do you most like writing for? Why?

💥Which BG3 villain is your most/least favourite to write?

❄️Which BG3 companion is your most/least favourite to write?

🌤️How do you interpret the game mechanics in your fic?

☃️Does the “tadpole” storyline interest you? How does it affect your writing?

☔️Do you care about wider DnD lore in your fics?

🫧If you were to write a BG3 AU, what universe would you pick?

🌊What moment in the game had the strongest emotional impact on you?

🔥Is there an aspect of the game’s story that you think it could have done better?

🌪️Is there a nugget of game lore that fascinates you, but you haven’t written about yet?

⚡️Tav, Durge or Origin to write?

🌋Tav, Durge or Origin to play?

🏝️Do your gameplay and your writing “match”? Are the characters you write about the same ones you play as?

☀️Are any of the characters’ endings “canon” to you in your fics?

💫If you’ve written multiple stories, do any of them take place in the same “playthrough”?

🪐Who’s your favourite non-companion character, and why?

🌙Has writing for BG3 created any challenges for you?

🌸Rec one of your fics and tell us what you like about it!

🌿Rec someone else’s BG3 fic and tell us what you like about it!

[plumadot]

thinking about the dnd au....

are ZITS a part of it at all? I could imagine Skizz as a paladin or a fighter, with high charisma stats. Tango would have to be some kind of sorcerer or maybe an artificer, and Impulse....hmmmm....im not sure for him yet. Zed would absolutely be an alchemist, making what he calls "experimental" potions and testing them by hurling them at enemies

anyway your au lives rent free in my brain and I'm gonna start writing the 5 + 1 fic this week :]

i'm not 100% sure about zed yet (because idk if i wanna include any non-life series people) but impulse, tango and skizz are definitely there!!!!!!!!

impulse is a dwarf-tiefling (which is possible because i say so) and a rune knight fighter!! i think it'd be so cool for him to carve runes into armor and weapons to keep his friends safe... to me it feels properly "technical" while also being sorta creative and artsy? :D

tango is a battle smith artificer!!! little robot maker!! mini game man!!! he's also a fire genasi because it's just perfectly him :D impulse and tango run a blacksmith together!!!

and skizz is an aasimar (basically someone with celestial ancestry) and a path of the ancestral guardian barbarian!!! i love the idea of a barbarian with a heart of gold,,, a protector,,,, his backstory isn't really developed yet, but he's basically a guard for hire at this point in the process :D

gkfjdgkgdfg ohhhhhhhh i'm so excited hehe

[bbybluemochi]

bbybluemochi's F.A.Q. ✧･ﾟ

Hi! Arun here! I thought that instead of answering your submissions one by one I’d gather all the frequently asked questions and answer them in a single post (this is a mix of art/OC/commissions related q's)!

Please note that I do read all your messages and I’m so grateful for every one of them!!!! I keep all your words really close to my heart, thank you for liking my art and loving my Ocs as much as I do, it means the world to me <3

What’s the name of your OCs?

They’re called Cotton (the blonde one) and Puppy (the dark haired one). The original idea for them was to make some silly wolf/bunny OCs (that’s why Cotton is called like that, it was supposed to be a joke about her tail…) but somewhere along the way they took over and became something completely different!

Is there a webcomic for your OCs?

Not currently! I don’t have the time or the skills (for now) but I’d love to give it a try in the future! 

I was wondering if you mind people using your OC art as character art/inspiration for DnD?Just games with friends that are for fun, nothing for commercial.

Go ahead! I find that really flattering.

Just out of curiosity, are any of your OCs bisexual?

Both Cotton and Puppy are lesbians. That’s what I feel comfortable drawing since I’m a lesbian myself. If I ever do draw a bisexual OC I’ll make sure to mention it! <3

I think you said Cotton was a dominatrix in a previous ask, but is Puppy on the opposite side of the spectrum or is she just glad to be there whichever way?

Puppy is very much a sub. They both switch (Puppy as a service top and bottom and Cotton as a top and power bottom), but the dom/sub dynamic never changes. Also I wanted to mention that these dynamics do not transcend outside of the bedroom that much, there’s more to them than their kinks but I do love to draw them deep in their submissive/dominant headspaces. 

Are one of the lesbian fairytale characters trans?

I didn’t design either of them with that in mind, but I’m super OK with people headcanoning them as trans!

May I use your art as a header/icon?

Of course! Remember to credit me tho~

Do you allow people to use your art freely?

I don’t allow reposts of my work (not that it matters that much, since almost all my art has been already reposted a million times ))): but I’d really appreciate it if you just shared my posts instead of reposting my art). As for phone backgrounds/wallpapers or stuff like that, yeah!

Do you have an instagram account or other social media, I would love to follow you there.

My main platform is twitter (same @), I post all my drawings there and I’m usually more active over there. Tumblr is kind of like an archive. I really like the community here but I find it easier to reply/interact with people on twitter! As for instagram, I do have an old art account (same @, again) but I haven’t posted in so long. I may start posting there soon if a certain rich guy decides to keep destroying the bird app tho. 

I’ve always thought about this… how do you think it’d look if the aesthetics/styles [of your OCs] were reversed?

I’ll have to explore that in a future drawing, I haven’t thought much about it! 

Do you write fics for your characters or has anyone else written fics about them?

Not yet! A couple of my friends have offered, tho! I usually like to stick to drawing because that’s what I do best, I don’t wanna subject anyone to my writing (it’s not very good,,,,). When I share some of my Ocs stories, I think it will be in comic format. 

What's the story behind your OCs? 

There are several, actually!! I like to put my OCs in different universes. As for now, there’s the Fairytale AU, the modern setting AU (this is the original one), and now the Werewolf/Vampire AU. I also did a drawing of them as spiderwoman and black cat but I don’t think that AU is gonna make a comeback for a while. I’m also planning a scifi AU but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull off that aesthetic with my current art style so I’m still working on it. 

The Fairytale AU is the one I’m working on most of the time. I wanna release a small artbook with their story + illustrations. That was my main goal for 2023 but life got in the way, so maybe,,, 2024??? *crosses fingers* 

Is your shop down? It’s saying that it’s not available.

I open my shop for 1-2 weeks every now and then, that’s why it’s closed most of the time! My plan is to open the store again in september, if i manage to finish all the merch in time! I’ll announce it on my twitter and tumblr account when I do. 

Would you ever share a tutorial on how you make your art?

Yes, of course! I’m not very good at explaining my drawing process but If it helps anyone I’d love to! Just let me know what part of the drawing process you’d like me to focus on, because If i try to make a full illustration tutorial it’s gonna be too long/difficult to follow. 

May I ask what brush do you use for your lineart?

I use a different brush almost every time I start an illustration, I’m not very consistent when it comes to that (I think it’s mainly because I haven’t found the perfect brush yet!). But let me know what illustration you’re curious about and I’ll try to remember which one I used!

Do you come up with poses off the top of your head or do you use some type of reference? I always struggle with them.

It depends on what I’m drawing! Some of my drawings are reinterpretations of paintings (I’m obsessed with pre-raphaelite painters and arthurian legend paintings in general), so in those cases I try to adapt the poses to my art style. Even If I’m trying to recreate an already existing painting I end up changing the poses/proportions a lot along the way to fit my personal taste/art style. 

Other times, I just sketch from imagination (this is more entertaining, I think, since looking at references can make the drawing process a bit tedious). If I find it hard to draw a certain pose/part of the body I will look up references on printerest, no shame in using pictures! If I still can’t find the pose I need I’ll just take a picture of myself (this is like, a last resort for me. I’m too lazy for this). 

My personal advice would be to use references for the pose and then tweaking the pose and trying to make it more personal 

I love the way the armor was designed and rendered! Can you share some tips on designing armor? 

Drawing armor is something I still struggle with most of the time. I think I’ve learned a lot in the past year (please don’t look at my armor drawings from 2022,,,,, sigh) but I still struggle to draw certain poses/angles. My advice is: don’t hesitate to draw non-functional armor!!! There’s always gonna be someone like “actually, that armour makes no sense :)” well !!!! it looks cool as hell so who caresssss !!!!! 

I think it’s more important for you to get comfortable drawing armor before you start beating yourself up for not drawing accurate ones. It takes a lot of practice (I’m still learning!!!), especially if you’re trying to draw historically accurate ones, so start by having fun, and then work your way up from there.

Most of the tips I can think about are really hard to explain without a visual example, so let me know if that’d be a tutorial you would be interested in and I’ll try to make one (I’m cringing a little just saying this bc I swear, my armor skills are so bad compared to some amazing artists out there………..).

Do you allow cosplays your OCs?

YES…. YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOUUU ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!! *rattles my cage* 

Do you allow fanart of your OCs?

Again,,, PLEASEEEEEEEEE !!! Just tag me so I don’t miss it and remember to give me credits if you do !!!!!!!!!!! :D

I was wondering if you use procreate , clip studio, or similar apps?

A mix of both. I used to draw on procreate only until I got a tablet and now I’m a clip studio user (csp sponsor me please), and now that’s all I use. I’m so used to drawing on PC now that I don’t think I’d be able to go back to procreate, but I still like that app a lot! All my drawings (even the ones I do on csp) always get retouched on procreate because I like some of the effects (*dreamy sigh* chromatic aberration filter,,, love u). 

I wanted to know if the marks Cotton has on her waist are tattoos or like a scar? 

Those are tats! Puppy is a tattoo artist ~~~ (I’m actually not sure if i’ll keep the waist tats on Cotton or if I’ll end up redesigning them,,,)

I was wondering if you take commissions?

Not right now. I also don’t have any plans of opening commissions any time soon! When I do, I’ll post a google forms on twitter and here on tumblr with the prices and type of comms I do. But there’s nothing scheduled. 

Even tho I'm not doing commissions atm, I’m currently looking for illustration jobs (specially book covers), so don’t hesitate to email me at bbybluemochi@gmail.com

That's all for now, thank you for reading!! I think I covered most of the questions, I'll make another q&a post in the future! Bye~~

[jo-harrington]

Heaven - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie had written off ever finding his person. Yeah he could fool around and have some fun, but at the end of the day no one would look at him the way he wanted them to. Until you came along and, in the most unexpected way, changed his life forever.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader

Warnings/Themes: Fluff, Love at First Sight, Soulmates(?), Criticism of Religion/Catholicism, Implied Sexual Encounters, Implied Supernatural Encounters, Angst, Abandonment, Biblical and Other Literary References

Note: Set before Hell, we have our introduction to Reader/OC for my Van Helsing AU/Kas!Eddie series, As Above, So Below. Once again, this can be read as a stand-alone, but if you're planning on reading the eventual series, you might want to read the prequels.

That being said, this fic and the subsequent fics/chapters in the series will not be for the faint of heart. Please check the above warnings and ask yourself if you are in the correct headspace to proceed. I am happy to answer any questions via PM or Ask.

You can find the As Above, So Below masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

"Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it. Made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand."

—The Business of Heaven, Daily Readings from C.S. Lewis (1984)

March 1984

When Eddie met you, he had all but given up on finding love.

He had heard it all before.

He was young. He still had the rest of his life ahead of him. Maybe love wasn't in Hawkins. He just needed to have patience.

But it stung to watch the others receive affection, care, and understanding when he waited. Wanting, deserving, but never receiving.

Until you walked into the Hideout, wet and weary after a long drive to an unfamiliar place in unforgiving conditions.

You weren't some spectacular beauty, or otherworldly siren, or heavenly angel that he would expect in a fantasy novel or a DnD game. You were, quite frankly, a mess. But as you turned and nodded your head along to the music, Eddie swore his heartbeat was louder than Mickey's relentless assault on the drums.

He approached you at the end of the set as you sat at the bar nursing a cherry coke and circling want ads in the classified section of the Hawkins Post.

He asked you if you liked cheese fries before he even said hello.

And the laugh you made was loud and honking, but it was nevertheless perfect.

You were a disaster made, he hoped, just for him.

June 1984

“The trumpet shall sound and the dead shall rise,” Eddie muttered as he traced the words etched into your forearm. “That from the Bible?”

"Yeah."

“That’s pretty badass.”

While all of his classmates were dressed in their best clothes—their caps and gowns—being celebrated by the fanfare that befitted the class of 1984, you and Eddie were spread out in the back of his van in your underwear, studying each others tattoos after a day of swimming and skipping rocks at Lover's Lake.

It was a lazy kind of day.

You had sensed his anxiety in the days prior, when you asked about the end of the school year, about his plans after graduation. He initially wasn't going to tell you that he wouldn’t be graduating. He tried to skirt around it. But somehow you knew.

You always knew. Because you knew him.

You suggested a day out, just the two of you. Something special. As opposed to the many "dates" he had taken you on where his friends ended up tagging along. You promised you didn't mind, but he would have liked to kiss you freely without some doofus making lewd noises in the background.

But your idea had been perfect.

Graduation was played up to be some kind of achievement, something special. But how could it be when you were surrounded by a hundred other kids who all knew the same shit you did. Probably didn’t even know it, actually; they were just good at remembering it for a little while.

How could that feel special?

But this? Learning about you? It was more important than math or science or some other useless bullshit.

Knowing you—loving you—was the most special thing he could ever achieve. And he was proud to say that he was getting straight A’s.

“Listen," you started as Eddie pressed a kiss to your skin. "I know all of the love-thy-neighbor-Jesus shit is pretty lame. But…I don’t know, some things are cool.”

“Care to elaborate?” he asked.

“Some of the Saints…reliquaries, catacombs, the Book of Revelation,” you shrugged. “You can kind of choose what you want to believe in, I guess.”

“Isn’t that kind of the point of organized religion?” He huffed and rolled onto his back, pulling your arm across his torso so you could rest your head on his shoulder and your body could drape across his comfortably.

"Isn’t what the point?" You fished the sharp pendant of your necklace from between your bodies and laid it on his bare chest beside his.

His was simple, a guitar pick he'd caught at the first concert he ever attended.

Yours, intricate, a silver cross with flowers and vines intermingled around the arms. Hyacinths, you told him once. As though he knew what they were. But he made a mental note to try and find them for your birthday, since you seemed to like them enough to have a necklace with them.

“Well, it's organized. That you all believe the same…I dunno. Stories? Lessons?” He rambled on as his hand gestured absentmindedly.

“It's all just…rules made by old men,” you scoffed. “Some stuffy guy in the Vatican says…I don’t know…don’t step on a crack or you’ll break your mother’s back and earn a one way ticket to hell? And I’m supposed to believe it?”

“That’s just a superstition.” He paused for a moment and snorted. “Kind of ironic that I, a supposed devil worshiper, am telling you this, Miss Catholic School.”

You rolled your eyes at him but still smiled.

“Pretty sure if someone knows more about Satan between the two of us,” you giggled. “It’s me.”

“Shhh, you’re gonna ruin my reputation.”

July 1984

The 4th of July fell on the most perfect day.

It might have rained a little earlier that morning, but Eddie had certainly slept through it, and it made way for perfect skies and just the slightest slickness to the grass as he and the boys ran around the open fields surrounding Weathertop.

The van was full of fireworks, and Jack's mom had set them up with sandwiches and a few coolers of iced tea and lemonade. Mickey brought the beers. Eddie had the good sense to invite some of the younger guys too, which meant Gareth's mom had sent him along with a few extra pies she had made.

Apple, Strawberry Rhubarb, and Cherry—Eddie's favorite.

His mouth watered for the tantalizing summer feast, but he craved you more.

You were a little late to the party, having worked the opening shift at Bradley's, but before long your clunky, hand-me-down Marquis pulled up alongside his van.

"The freezers went down at work," you called to the boys. "So I have, like, a hundred boxes of bomb pops. Can I get some help before they melt? I have no A/C, so it’s hot as Hell."

It had just reached the height of the day, and the boys whooped and tripped over each other to get to the sweet, icy treats.

"In the backseat," you reminded them. "Not the trunk."

“Why don’t you let me take a look at your car?” Eddie asked, snaking his arms around your waist.

“To fix the a/c? If you want.” You shrugged but beamed at him. “It was my grandpa’s car. It’s on its last legs anyway.”

"At least let me look at the trunk." Eddie offered and you rolled your eyes at him, pushing him away from you playfully. "What? Then you wouldn't have to shove, like, a hundred boxes of bomb pops in the backseat."

"I swear, the trunk is just rusted shut at this point," you supplied with a laugh. "There's no use."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he pouted. He knew you knew when he was fishing for a kiss, but you gave in to his pouting anyway and immediately chased after his lips to plant one on him.

That night after the feast is consumed and everyone is enjoying the fireworks, Eddie couldn’t ignore the feeling that things were about to take a turn for the worst.

His closest friends would be gone soon, off to college and leaving him behind. His band practically broken apart, dreams shattered, if not for Gareth and Jeff.

Everything was changing.

And the only constant he could count on now was you.

He couldn’t help but worry how long it would be before you'd leave him too.

October 1984

The cicadas chirped and buzzed wildly. A mourning dove that had nested on top of the trailer in the spring and was still there and cooed restlessly, calling for a mate that had left it behind. The cheap window units Wayne had gotten from the hardware store ages ago chugged and clunked away to keep the trailer just on the side of cool enough to wear clothes.

They were sounds of summer, not fall, and most certainly not Halloween. But it was an unseasonably, disgustingly hot week, and it did nothing to help Eddie get into a chilling, haunted mindset as he planned a special one-off campaign for Hellfire on the 31st.

His repeat senior year hadn’t started off too well. The teachers were unforgiving, the students unkind. But he had promised Wayne he would try.

Things like the band and Hellfire certainly made it bearable.

You made it bearable.

You’d been working a lot of nights lately, but still made time for him and promised him special incentives and treats if he did well in school.

If he showed up on time for a week, you could have a sleepover at your apartment. Pass a test with a grade above a C, you’d tell him a secret.

He hadn’t gotten quite so good of a grade on a test yet but he had written a killer essay in English and he had negotiated your participation in Hellfire for Halloween, since the roster was slightly lacking this year. It hadn’t even taken much negotiation, really; you were just as excited to learn everything about him as he was about you.

So you’d spent a lazy Sunday afternoon with him as he explained the mechanics of the game and helped you create a character.

“…I forgot to mention if you do pick a rogue, you have proficiency in de—what’re you looking at now?”

He’d paused his lesson to grab some drinks, and when he returned, you were frozen in place, staring intently at a page in his players guide, brow furrowed. One of your hands clutched the book tightly, and the other touched the words on the page almost reverently.

He set your sodas on the nightstand and then glanced over at the book.

“Ah, we hadn’t gotten there yet,” he laughed and flopped down on the bed. “Tsk, tsk, reading ahead. But don’t worry, paladins are really cool. They pledge an oath to a deity—devote their whole lives—and then get this…divine ability so long as they uphold it. They can heal or even smite—”

You slammed the book shut at that and Eddie jumped in shock. You refused to look at him for a moment, rubbing your hands over the cover of the book in contemplation, before you looked up at him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I think I’ll be a rogue,” you nodded. “That sounded really cool.”

“A-are you sure?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat and sank down into his pillows. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, nuzzled him slightly, and shoved the book back into his hands. “So what else do I need to play?”

November 1984

Eddie woke abruptly to frantic banging on the front door of the trailer.

It had been raining when he went to bed, which usually helped him sleep. At first he thought the storm had just gotten stronger. 

Until he heard your voice.

You had abandoned the front door in favor of the side door near his bedroom. You tripped over the bowl he left for the stray cats and swore viciously. He chuckled tiredly until the banging started again and his heart seized in his chest.

You weren’t knocking. Your hands were practically slapping at the door.

“Please, God, please, please.” He could hear you muttering desperately.

He kicked the soft comforter off and pushed himself out of bed to get to you. As soon as the door was open you crashed into his chest, your arms wound around his waist, and you sobbed. Great, broken sobs that made his heart break.

He was about to put his arms around you, to soothe you and ask you what was wrong, when he smelled it.

Smoke. Fire. Acrid and cloying, engulfing you.

He looked down and was shocked. You were filthy; covered in dirt and soot and muck. The edges of your clothes and the ends of your hair were singed. You were visibly shaking.

"W-what happened?" Eddie asked frantically, prying your arms from around him, trying to see if you were hurt. He froze at the sight of blood caked on your hands and wrists. His stomach churned when he noticed the streaky stains it left below your nostrils. "Are you ok? Are you hurt? What happened?"

You simply shook your head and collapsed back against him.

He couldn't help the fear that overtook him, but he stayed strong as he pulled you into the trailer. As he got you into the shower and washed...whatever happened off of you. There were no cuts or burns or bruises. He tried to ask again, once you had calmed down enough that the tears fell silently and the only sounds you made were an occasional hiccup.

The next morning you were fine. You told him there was an accident at Bradley's. But there was no report on the news or in the paper. The building was fully intact. All of the staff were present and happily employed. You had no problem going back to work; in fact, you did so with a smile on your face.

Eddie never asked.

Because he knew you had secrets.

You never told him.

Because he never got a better grade than a C.

A month after that night, though, Hawkins National Laboratory was shut down and abandoned.

January 1985

"...can't I have anything for myself. It's unfair." Your muffled voice pierced through his dreams and pulled him into awareness.

He had been a light sleeper after that night in November, especially when you stayed over. You muttered in your sleep sometimes; it would wake him. You'd shift just far enough away; that would wake him too.

You had never had a full-on conversation before, though.

"Sins of the father, and sins of his father before that. Blah blah."

He blinked the bleariness from his eyes and watched as you paced at the foot of his bed. You wore nothing but your necklace. The cross swung wildly as your arms gestured and when you turned on your heel to continue your endless back and forth. Your voice was hushed.

It was half of an argument with an unseen adversary.

“I need a break…I know I haven’t been at this for long, but I’m sick and tired of it already.”

He vaguely wondered if you were hallucinating. A bad high. You’d always been reluctant to smoke with him but he had insisted tonight. After tangled limbs and quiet declarations in the sanctuary of his bedroom. Words of worship whispered to one another. The buzz beneath his skin had felt foreign and he figured the weed could mellow it out.

Maybe it had the opposite effect on you.

But then Eddie felt it.

As awareness settled over him, he felt an unseen, suffocating presence. It felt like the days where the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, only this time...the weight of the entire universe, every atom and every molecule, every moment--past, present, and future--existed all at once in his small bedroom and crushed him flat on his bed.

You continued on your one-sided rant and he didn’t know how you managed to move so freely when he felt so trapped, pinned in place by the weight of it. He tried to get your attention but he couldn't move, couldn't breath.

In the corner of his eye he swore he could see it. Blazing fire and wings and eyes.

He gasped and looked but saw nothing there. Still, the suffocating weight closed in on him further, pressing and squeezing, crushing him. And fear gripped him tightly. He wrenched his eyes shut and for the first time, probably in his life, he prayed.

He begged for it to go away.

Because if it didn't. He was going to die.

The bed shifted with your weight as you crawled to him and as soon as your hands reached him, he could breathe again.

“Eddie, oh my god please, are you ok?” You asked frantically, cupping his face in your hands. “Please say something.”

He gasped for air and sat up, clutching your hands to his face. You were his lifeline, his savior.

He closed his eyes and a million thoughts raced through his mind.What the fuck was that? Are you ok? Maybe he had a bad high, not you? Was it a nightmare? What the fuck was that?

February 1985

Your goodbye was expected. But that didn't mean it didn't cut him straight to his core.

You had been waiting for him one Friday night after Hellfire; he had driven the guys home only to find you waiting outside the trailer. Your car was packed with your belongings, similar to the way it had been the night you had stumbled into Hawkins.

He felt like vomiting as soon as he saw you.

You fed him some story about a sick, dying grandmother. How your mother had left a message on your answering machine begging you to come back home.

"She needs me," you told him.

"I need you," he replied desperately.

You couldn't do much more than shake your head and break down in tears.

"I'll come back," you promised. "It won't be long. Just wait for me."

In hindsight, he wished he had screamed and cried and begged you to stay. He wished that he had offered to go with you. Chicago wasn't that far. Wayne would have been mad, but then...Eddie would still have you.

Eddie was a good liar, though. He could fool anyone if he tried hard enough. He could even lie to himself.

He smiled and nodded and pretended to understand.

"Sure," he agreed. "I'll wait."

Your eyes started watering and you pulled him into the tightest hug. He wrapped his arms around you numbly, and as he did, he vaguely remembered some bullshit myth--

How humans were created...conjoined together. 4 arms, 4 legs, a head with two faces...but the Gods feared their power, split them in two. Condemned them to spend their lives apart.

--And he wished that he had some sort of secret, divine power to meld himself back together with you. Because surely, you belonged there with him. And if he concentrated on squeezing you just right, you would simply fuse together and you would never be apart again.

Life didn't work that way though.

You reluctantly pulled away from him and pressed a wet kiss to his lips.

Before you got in the car to drive away forever, you took off your necklace and pressed the cross into his hand. It practically burned.

"Don't lose that," you told him. "I'll be back for it."

He closed his fist around it and nodded, unable to trust himself with words.

He watched as you drove away, stayed standing outside until he couldn't see your tail lights anymore.

He let himself in the trailer, glad that Wayne was still at work--

You'd be back. You promised. You loved him. He loved you. You told him almost everything. You brought him hope. And care. And you made him feel complete. You'd be back.

--as he threw your necklace into the furthest corner of the room.

As he screamed in agony.

“Life moves very fast. It can go from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.”

—Eleven Minutes, Paulo Coelho (2003)

[silent-words]

Masterpost

Hello, friend! Let me introduce myself. I am a university teacher, a galemancer, a metalhead and a DnD player/DM. Here in this blog I mostly post things related to Gale from Baldur's Gate 3.

Long Fanfiction (Gale x F!Tav)

My long ongoing fanfiction about Gale and my OC, elf bard Laerie can be found on AO3:

You can find posts about it by #laerie x gale tag. I also call them verseweave now.

Modern AU with Gale and F!Tav (Kitani)

The Blue Flower (link to AO3)

An Unexpected Call

Coffee

Character analyses + Headcanons:

Thirst thoughts

Gale’s warmth

Tav waiting for Gale

Gale at the Blackstaff academy

A song I associate with Gale

Gale's mother headcanon

Gale and His Autonomy (+ a personal story of how I relate to him)

Drabbles about Gale:

Difference in Gods (Dark Urge spoilers!)

Free (Laerie and Gale climb a tower in Baldur's Gate, fluff)

Gale pondering his life sitting in a cemetery

The Intricacies of Cherries (a bit spicy, but not explicit)

Gale kisses part 1 / part 2 / part 3

My Tavs (aka original characters from BG3):

Imogen Blackmoore (half-elf druid)

Laerie Haresque (elf lore bard)

Kitani Kuoroa (human Dark Urge necromancy wizard)

Miscellaneous from BG3:

Barbecue trip with the companions (not a fic)

BG3 City game (tag and ask)

NSFW asks about Kitani

Arrival of Scratch

[namig42]

Ok so! Bloodweave recs! I'm gonna apologize for lack of links because idk how to do that on my phone here 😹

Deprecation; DickBaggins This is Astarion's POV during the game while romancing Gale while we learn of his "Precious Little Plan." There's drug and alcohol use here. Pretty tame, but I personally love how the author writes Astarions' desire for heat.

Houses; bluebeebalm This is aaaaalllllllllll porn with some plot. Like, it goes from 0 to 100 in 0.5. It's a modern AU with AAstarion, so keep that in mind. I'm still anxious about the third installment, Courthouse, cause I DON'T KNOW WHEN I GOT ON A ROLLERCOASTER BUT SUDDEN I DID. But also bluebeebalm has GOOD BLOODWEAVE FICS.

I'd Burn Through the World; thisis_V I just started thus and the writing is VERY good. It's another Bloodweave pov of the game. They also supply their own art!

Seen; ayvaines This is a Modern AU where Astarion is engaged to Cazador (cringe). It's VERY HEAVY ABUSE. Like, I had to pause some times to take a breath cause unlike APS (which I absorbed), Seen is a monster that actually exists. But it is. So. Cute. And sweet. Also I want Gale as a DM. Oh! Yeah! The gang also plays DnD, literally retelling of BG3. Clever on the author.

Stumble and Fall; Lunarwrench This is a series and I've only read (so far) Stay Though My Arms Shake. This is after the game, and Astarion goes to therapy 😻 There's also sadness involved. Lunarwench also has great work too!

The Mystic and Sanguine; Pandoras_Trove A superhero AU. It's very straightforward but there is MYSTERY and I need MORE. Pandoras_Trove also has great work. 100/100 recommend them.

The Season; Linnetagain THIS FIC IS A VERY, VERY, VERY, V E R Y SLOW BURN. Have dental insurance. It's sweet as fuck. Gale's a famous musician and Astarion's an Olympic figure skater. There are three separate playlists and it's got Dancing with the Stars but with ice skating. I cannot remember the real name of the show. Also Mystra's a bitch.

Wrong Number; Roarshack, TheLemon_Squeezed THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT KILLS ME. Modern AU. It's a RP turned story. Soooo good. It goes hard fast, fyi.

The only one I've heard of on this list is The Season, but my interest is definitely piqued by multiple of these! Thanks so much for the recs!

[apomaro-mellow]

ST Fics Masterpost Updated 8/18/24

Walking in On Your Parents ONESHOT

Turkey Day ONESHOT

Supernatural Steddie Part 1 AO3 alt (has more parts)

Steve Disappears in the Upside Down: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 COMPLETED

Wingman Nancy: Original Post Pilot post Part 1 Official Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Steve being jealous of a guitar  spicy extra COMPLETED

Older kids and walkie-talkies ONESHOT

Welcome to Hawkins: Primer Main Body (AO3)

Newly Wed Game: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 COMPLETED

Dustin’s Nature Doc Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (COMPLETED)

Soul Eater ficlet ONESHOT

Steve plays Dnd in secret ONESHOT

Incubus!Steve x Vampire!Eddie ONESHOT

Argyle Babysits ONESHOT

Eddie and his Puppybats Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (COMPLETED)

Ronance Working together Part 1 ONESHOT

Demon!Steve smut ONESHOT Extra

Steve thinks their son takes after Eddie ONESHOT

Steddie vampires ONESHOT

Vampire!Eddie wants Steve ONESHOT

Rock and Rule AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Eddie being jealous of himself ONESHOT

Steve being the grim reaper of sex ONESHOT

Tommy watches Part 1 Part 2 COMPLETED

Eddie being alive ONESHOT

Steve seducing Kas!Eddie ONESHOT

Night at the Museum AU ONESHOT

Thumbelina AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Eddie and Kas body sharing Part 1 Part 2 Part 3A Fluffy Part 3B Smutty  Part 4 Part 5 COMPLETED

Wayne shows the baby photos ONESHOT

X-men au scene

King Eddie and Prince Steve Part A Part B Part C Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28

Reverse Little Mermaid Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Cindereddie Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Steve falling for Eddie's goofiness ONESHOT

Steddathan Fake Dating (Steve/Eddie/Jonathan)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 COMPLETED

Eddie drinking Steve’s blood ONESHOT

Steddie goes to Action Park ONESHOT

Short a/b/o scene

5 times Eddie singled out Steve at a concert ONESHOT

The Bright Side (sitcom au) E01 E02 E03 E04 E05 E06 AO3 alt E07 E08 E09

Steddie singing when they part ways ONESHOT

Mafia short scenes Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Steve and Eddie break out into song while giving Lucas advice

Steve seduces Eddie to catch some zzzs

Time loop scene

2 Eddies, 1 Steve ONESHOT

Noir detective Eddie on the case of who cut Steve’s hair ONESHOT

Stobin working as burger joint carhops ONESHOT

Steve being an offering to the village god ONESHOT Extra

Steve sacrificed in a cult Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Eddie’s search for the treasure between Steve’s legs ONESHOT

Steddie dimension hopping Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Dialogue Prompts Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5A Prompt 5B Prompt 6 Prompt 7 Prompt 8 Prompt 9 Prompt 10 Prompt 11 Prompt 12 Prompt 13

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human Version A ONESHOT

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human Version B Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 COMPLETED

Eddie steals a diamond for Steve ONESHOT

Infinity Train AU Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3

Barbarella!Steve Part 1 AO3 Steddie chapter

Steve’s Doppelgangers Part 1 AO3

Eddie gets his tonsils removed ONESHOT

Steve’s parents play matchmaker Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 COMPLETED

Wrong Number au Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 COMPLETED

Random word blurb

Fruity Four Sense8 ficlet

Ask Meme Prompts Prompt 1 Pining co-workers ficlet Tattoo shop ficlet  Artist!Steve Eddie gives some milk Mermaid/Pirate Baby Ollie Loneliness Steve sets up a scavenger hunt  Fantasy outcast sanctuary Grimm/ST crossover Steve had a puppy Bad barista Wayne makes the vest Frat Boy Steve Kiss Prompt Kiss of relief Eddie realizing he’s married w/kids Stobin graduation Stobin wedding dance Paintball date Geocaching

Passenger princess Steve ficlet

Stargyle ficlet

Pregnancy fluff a/b/o

Every Baby Needs a Daddy (sugar baby au) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue Extra COMPLETED

Pre S4 Rivals (Gift Fic) ONESHOT

Steddie parents think their kid might be fighting monsters ONESHOT

Forest Guardian WIP

Steddie Bingo 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 -

Hot for Teacher(s) AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

Trans Eddie smut ONESHOT

Steve goes on a trip and Eddie misses him ONESHOT

Steddie make love in a church before their wedding ONESHOT

Family Planning (a/b/o flour baby au) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Historical omegaverse oneshot

Buckingham oneshot

Merfolk a/b/o / Steddie POV

Demon!Eddie x Priest!Steve Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Eddie travels back in time ONESHOT

Whatever Stevie Wants (sequel to Every Baby) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Messages in a bottle ONESHOT

Dr. Munson assists Steve with omegan hysteria ONESHOT

O!Steve talks A!Eddie through knotting a sex doll ONESHOT

[auspicioustidings]

Brain rotting in concepts rn cause i wanted to continue “Committed to the bit-“ and in the process i thought of such a fun concept that i just had to share-

Briefly in the “mandatory Dungeon’s and Dragons” oneshot (which btw- such a good fic one of my fav’s after going through like ur whole blog lol) You brought up TF 141 in paintball. And i’ve just had such a fun idea.

Consdier: Reader who is corralled into going to paintball with their shitty friends, who are only really going with the intent of ganaging up on reader. They go in an uneven number tho- (cause they were all gonna be on one team and have reader by themselves-) When the workers there are like- “Oh well- there is another group here.” Dunno why the 141 would be there, maybe another situation like the DnD one-shot where they’re being forced. And so, poor sweet reader who clearly was expecting this to be a liebe experience, gets to have the joy of 141 seeing them and deciding “yeah, you’re pretty and your friends are assholes- you need more ppl for a proper team? Cool, we’ll be on yours.”

Just image the pure shenanigans of it all, reader getting some well earned revenge and the whole debacle ends up them them losing their friends- but gaining (1)4(1) more <3

I kid you not I have had 'Airsoft AU - you keep beating military men at airsoft and they are going to lose it' sitting in my phone notes since September :') Just one of those concepts that I love to think about but cannot write.

I prefer having the reader be their bitter rival because wtf why is this civilian rocking out shit? This is so humiliating oh my God Kate WHY DID YOU TELL FARAH WE LOST TO A CIVVIE TEAM STOP IT WE ARE NEVER LIVING THIS DOWN :( Only way of redeeming themselves is obviously to ruin your winning streak in any way they can.

It would be really fun to then have your take on it follow that, when they already view you as their arch-nemesis they show up on a surprise visit thinking if they can take you off guard with a game they might have an advantage (that's just psychological warfare bby, totally legit, it is not CHEATING Farah shut up). And you are sad? And getting ganged up on by the people you have been carrying any time you are played against them? Like you are the one that is beating them really, the team has always just been benefitting from taking orders from you.

Absolutely not? Are they fuck going to let anyone beat you that isn't them. So even though you are so embarrassed at first when you see them because your most fun games have been against these guys and the banter is always so good and oh my God they're about to find out that you are tragically uncool, they immediately are joking around with you and offering to take you on their team.

"Aye, come tae our team and we'll show ye how the professionals dae it." "Wild thing to say when you've never beaten me but sure thing Suds." "My real name is John. Johnny if it's you. It's nice tae actually meet ye bonnie."

[starsfic]

Summaries:

So Tang, excited about getting some first hand accounts of the JTTW now that he knows about the library, takes a bunch of Tripitaka's writing, including this diary back to the city and his work at the museum. He and his coworkers get busting on translating it and writing it down and Tang starts making a book. One day, however, his book is published. By him, supposedly. Tang has no idea how bc it's not finished yet but the main thing that draws *everyone*'s attention is the fact that Tripitaka's entire writings on Wukong is in that. Including the untranslated diary. And none of it is good

After the events of Lady Bone Demon, it's kindly but firmly suggested by everyone that Qi Xiaotian takes a break. He and Long Xiaojiao (Red dragged into it) decide to use this break to fix up the ancient monkey village.

College AU: Cole's life is going to shit. Nya and Jay have been acting weird around him since that carnival game decided that he was Nya's soulmate. Hoping to ease the tension, he asks the cute waiter at his favorite restaurant to act as his fake date on a double date with Nya and Jay. The waiter's only stipulation? That his boyfriend watch the drama from another table.

Red Son gets turned on by Qi Xiaotian's hero speeches. Xiaotian notices. Smut.

DND AU: Azure Lion and Sun Wukong run into each other again and Wukong, on a whim, decides to invite him to DND that night.

While Abuela prides herself on making matches good for the encanto, Casita is the best matchmaker in the family.

A thought that occurred to me was that if Tripitaka has made a bubble while Wukong was flying him away from the Monster of the Week, was there ever like a moment where they ended up accidentally clanging around like a pinball?

AU: The Six-Eared Macaque, out of spite, curses baby Qi Xiaotian to a forever sleep.

Apparently, there are rumors that Ao Lie's descendants came from his and Sun Wukong having a relationship. Long Xiaojiao finds herself confronting Wukong after hearing this rumor.

AU based on this: YouTubers Red and Xiaotian do a Collab.