#DUDE JUST GOT BIT BY A GOBLIN

[gayclubsoap]

i clicked on this mpvie cuz it looked shitty in a fun way but it's actually... let's jusr say. the book is not thr cover

[bacchuschucklefuck]

one thing I really really appreciate abt riz gukgak as a character is that he is un-self-aware to the max. he inhabits his body so completely. the arc that would usually be run as "I'm different and unable to connect with my friends in this way that everyone seems to be able to do and so something's wrong with me and I don't like myself" when it comes to riz is actually like no! I have literally no problems or praises for myself personally. I don't stand outside of my own self and judge it. it's phrased as "other people will eventually find someone more important to them than you" rather than centering it on his self-perception. he doesn't know why he doesn't have the best social life on earth even though he's not afraid at all to talk to other people. every time he sees himself in someone else's actions or behaviour he gets startled by it. his latest epilogue is realizing seemingly for the first time that he's not just an agent of causes but an actual character. he's my hero and I want to be him when I grow up

[obsessed-with-stardew]

After His Show

After seeing the band play a gig in the city, you ride back to town on Seb’s motorcycle. But, you get a little distracted along the way…

Sebastian xF!Reader, Sebastian xAFAB!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tw: nsfw, mdni, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cigarettes, pet names, semi-public sex, oral male receiving

AN: This fic can be read as a follow up to Under His Desk or as a stand alone. I have been on the motorcycle thirst trap side of the internet lately and I thought that perfectly aligned with a fic idea. I have never ridden a motorcycle so if my descriptions are inaccurate, I’m sorry :)

Wc: 4400

It was another fall day and you had just finished a harvest which meant one thing - it was time to pop into Pierre’s for some more seeds. You head down the road that leads into town trying to decide if you want to focus on artichokes or if you have enough time left in the season to plant some fairy roses. You’re so lost doing the mental calculations that you would’ve run into Sam if he hadn’t grabbed you by the arms.

“Look where you’re going, farmer! You could’ve made a dent in me,” he jokes, squeezing your biceps. “No, but for real you’re strong right?” 

“Uh yeah, I guess I am?” you shrug.

“Well, we could use an extra roadie for the Goblin Destroyer show tomorrow night if you’re free,” he says. “I know Seb would be really happy if you were there.” Sam winks at you.

You flush, forgetting that Sam knows you and Seb have been fooling around since he almost walked in on the two of you. If you’d only grabbed your bra before hiding under Seb’s desk this embarrassment could’ve been avoided.

“Yeah, sure I don’t have any plans for tomorrow,” you say. “It would be cool to see y’all at a real gig and not just rehearsals.”

“Sweet! Okay, we’re meeting at the bus stop at 4, see you there,” Sam calls as he heads for home.

The next day you finish your chores around the farm as quickly as you can. You may be a roadie tonight, but you’re a groupie at heart and you want to look the part. When you’re satisfied that you look somewhere between halfway decent and slightly hot, you head for the bus stop. 

As you approach, you see Seb leaving. You try to catch his eye but it’s clear his head is elsewhere. When you get to the bus stop, Abigail whistles at you.

“Damn girl, you clean up nice,” she exclaims. You hadn’t really had a chance to dress up for a night out since you moved to Pelican Town a few months ago.

“Thanks,” you laugh. “You look great too, very punk rock.”

“Dude I wear this outfit literally all the time, but thanks,” she laughs.

You help load the rest of the equipment, looking around every now and then hoping to see Seb. By the time all of the gear is loaded, Sebastian still hasn’t appeared. You see Sam lingering by the doors to the bus.

“Hey Sam, is Seb… I mean I saw him heading to town when I got here and we’re about to leave,” you trail off.

“Oh yeah, he had to help his mom with something, he said he’ll meet us there,” Sam replies.

Disappointed, you board the bus behind Sam.

The ride to the venue goes by faster than you expected, and you spend the whole time laughing and joking with Sam and Abigail. Upon arrival you jump into your role as a roadie, unloading gear off the bus with the same focus you use to plant or harvest crops. When everything is set up, you head outside for a smoke break. You’ve always smoked off and on, but since hanging around Seb the habit has admittedly gotten a bit worse.

Searching your pockets for a lighter, you come up empty. You wish Seb was there, he always has one on him. As if in answer to your prayers you hear a motorcycle nearing. Looking up, you see Seb riding towards you. You had to focus to keep your mouth from falling open. Sure you’d seen him working on the bike and that was objectively hot, but seeing him ride up on it was another thing entirely. You weren’t sure if it was the confidence he rode with, but even with his face obscured by the helmet he looked sexy.

Seb pulled the bike up right next to you. He was surprised he parked straight because he had been looking only at you since he entered the lot. Seb knew you were going to be there tonight, but damn he didn’t know you were going to look this good all dressed up in black. He knows that it’s the traditional color crew wears, but he hopes you considered his reaction as you picked out your outfit - the thought makes him blush. Those tight black jeans seem to hug every curve and your top is cut just low enough to get his heart racing. 

Sebastian pulls off his helmet and runs a hand through his dark hair. 

“Need a light?” he asks, nodding toward the unlit cig in between your fingers.

“Yeah, your timing is perfect,” you say, as Seb dismounts the motorcycle and pulls a lighter from his pocket. 

You lean forward, breathing in as he lights the tip of your cigarette. 

“Sounds like you were missing me,” he teases, plucking the cig from your fingers to take a drag.

“Missing you or just your lighter, who’s to say,” you retort.

Seb offers the cig back to you, instead of taking it, you lean forward making eye contact as you take a drag while it’s still between his fingers, lips brushing his digits. Seb’s cock twitches at your brazen flirtation and he huffs out a laugh. Damn, you really know how to get him going.

Seb grabs your hand and pulls it up to his mouth. He kisses the inside of your wrist, causing you to draw in a ragged breath.

“Well I missed you, y/n…” he whispers against your wrist. 

You can’t think beyond his admission and his breath dancing across your sensitive skin. It makes your heart race and you’re certain he can feel your pulse quicken under his soft touch.

“Are you sure you haven’t missed me too?” he teases, pulling your body flush with his. Seb’s other hand captures your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his - the cherry of your cig reflected in his blown-out pupils. 

“You can tell me, baby,” he coos. “I know how to keep a secret.”

The back door to the venue opens with a bang.

“Yo Seb, you out here?” Sam’s voice calls. “It’s time for the final soundcheck!”

“Yeah man, I’ll be there in a minute,” Seb shouts back, not taking his eyes from yours.

Without warning, he pushes you back against the wall of the building, lips locking with yours, cigarette dropped forgotten on the pavement.

His hand travels to your waistband, fingers skillfully popping the button of your jeans.

“Seb what are you doing??” you hiss. “Someone will see us!”

“Not if I’m quick,” he promises with a wink.

Undoing your zipper, his long fingers find their way to your underwear. A moan escapes your lips as he brushes over the wet cloth barely covering your pussy. Seb is quick to capture the sound with his mouth.

When you quiet he whispers in your ear, “Can’t believe how wet you are for me already sweetheart.”

Gently he runs a finger through your folds under the fabric. You gasp, struggling to remain silent. Seb plunges the finger deep into your hole, covering your mouth with his other hand to keep you from crying out. 

He pumps his finger into you a few times, just enough to make you ready to beg for more when he removes his digit from you, bringing it to his lips. Watching Seb suck your juice from his finger causes your walls to clench around nothing - you can’t get over how hot and bothered this man makes you.

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanted a taste. Let’s call it a good luck charm,” Seb chuckles. “C’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are.”

As Sebastian heads onstage for sound check you grab a drink from the bar and join the waiting crowd. You’re not in the first row but you don’t mind. Positioning yourself in front of the keyboard, you look around, shocked by the number of unfamiliar faces at the show. The second the lights go down and the band takes the stage, there’s a palpable shift in the energy. Sure you’d been to rehearsals and a couple of local shows, but seeing the guys and Abby on a stage in the city, they look like they belong up there.

Seb had played it cool in front of you, but as he walks onto the stage he can feel his hands begin to shake. Shit, this is the biggest crowd they’ve ever had. He can NOT fuck it up now. Positioning himself behind his keyboards, Seb blinks through the spotlights to the sea of faces. Well maybe not a sea, but it’s a decent-sized lake. As soon as his eyes adjust, he sees you. He’d recognize your smile and bright eyes anywhere. He’s always nervous for shows, but locking eyes with you, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You mouth “you got this” and blow him a kiss. God you’re so cute, he thinks, shaking his head to himself as his heart swells.

Abby starts the count-off with her drumsticks and muscle memory kicks in. Seb loses himself in the music as he always does. Forgetting he’s on a stage in front of a crowd of strangers, his fingers know just where to go. As the first set ends Seb slowly comes out of his daze, guided by Sam’s voice distantly addressing the crowd.

“We are Goblin Destroyers, thanks for coming out tonight!” Sam shouts as the crowd cheers. He introduces the band, and as you hear him say “...and on the keys we have Sebastian!” a huge cheer erupts from the audience. It’s a little too big of a cheer for your liking, and you can see Seb trying to hide his flushed face behind his dark fringe. You feel a sudden surge of jealousy and mentally kick yourself for not having marked Seb’s neck with your lips and teeth before the show. You’ll have to remember that next time. 

The music starts back up and you surrender yourself to the sound. The bass thrums in your chest and your eyes are glued to Sebastian. You love watching him play. It’s as if all his worries melt away leaving just Seb and the music. It’s so hot to see him this way, totally raw - the mask he usually keeps up between himself and the world is replaced by a look of utter calm.

The only other time you’ve seen him like that is when he’s inside of you. Watching his fingers expertly fly across the keys sends a shiver down your spine as you remember where they were just an hour before. You try to keep your lust at bay and enjoy the show, but the only music you want to hear now are the sweet groans from Seb’s lips as he fucks you.

After a few more songs, the show is over and people begin filtering out of the venue. You head backstage to help pack up when a hand grabs your arm and pulls you into a dark corner. Just as you open your mouth to shout, Seb slots his lips between yours for a devastating kiss, full of tongue and teeth and the adrenaline high he still has from the gig. You pull back for breath and punch him in the arm. 

“Ow, what was that for?” he asks rubbing where you struck him.

“For making me think I was getting kidnapped,” you laugh, putting your hands around his neck. Leaning up, you whisper into his ear, “You looked really hot up there,” and you take his lobe between your teeth. Seb lets out a soft groan and cups your ass in his hands. 

“Ahem,” Abigail clears her throat. 

The two of you freeze, debating whether it’s too late to pretend you were doing something, anything more innocent than what she’s seen.

“Oh my god, chill out you two,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I know you’re fucking, Sam called me as soon as he left your little sex pad.”

You burst out laughing and Seb says, “Ew, Abs don’t call my room a ‘sex pad’.”

“Whatever, will y’all just help pack up the gear?”

You turn to leave, but Seb pulls you in for another quick kiss.

“If everyone knows, I might as well show you off,” he says with a wink before walking away.

Packing up is quick work and before you know it everyone is piling into the bus.

“You want the same spot?” Abigail asks. 

“Oh um actually Seb said he’d give me a ride back….” you say. 

“Ah, I get it. You two drive safe and use protection,” She says, closing the last door on the equipment storage.

You flush and stammer, “wha- we won’t uh-”

“Oh my god wear a helmet, dumbass,” Abigail laughs, punching you lightly in the arm as she heads for the bus.

You make a final sweep of the venue to make sure nothing is left behind. Emerging into the parking lot you see Sebastian, leaning against his bike. The lone streetlight above like another spotlight, and he’s putting on a show just for you. Seb’s lips curve into a soft smile as takes a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls up around him, obscuring all of his features except his gleaming eyes that track you as you approach. All his.

Finally alone, the desire that has built up over the course of the night threatens to overtake you right here in the parking lot. You reach for him as Seb puts an arm around your waist pulling you close. He leans down, kissing up your neck to your ear.

“Did you get all dressed up in black just for me?” he whispers, nipping at the sensitive shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath. 

“All for you Sebby,” you sigh.

His cock hardens from both the nickname and your admission. He pulls your body flush with his. You gasp as you feel his hard length pressing against you. 

“Let's get you home sweetheart, there’s so much I want to do to you,” Sebastian growls into your ear.

Taking one last drag from his cig, he drops it to the pavement putting it out with a twist of his foot. Seb reaches behind his back and produces two helmets. He hands you the smaller one.

“I thought you only had the one helmet,” you tease. 

“Gotta keep my girl safe,” he says with a wink. 

The two of you put on the helmets, and you watch as Seb straddles the bike. Ugh, he looks so hot, something about the helmet covering his features, only his neck exposed, really gets you turned on. He starts the bike and revs the engine. Seb reaches out a hand to you and you take it, straddling the bike behind him, you wrap your arms around his stomach. He reaches back, running his hand down your thigh, giving you a quick squeeze. And then you’re off.

God, you feel so good nestled behind him. Your arms hold him in a tight hug as your thighs squeeze him. Fuck he loves your legs and with your tits pressing into his back, he’s in heaven. Seb has always loved taking his bike out, he feels so free flying down the quiet highway under the stars.

His heart swells at the trust you place in him, to keep you safe as the two of you speed through the empty streets. He hopes you’re having a good time too when he feels you lean back and let out a whoop into the night air. Seb laughs and does the same. When he’s with you, it’s like gravity’s endless weight is lifted and he can dream again. You must sense this because you squeeze him tighter for a moment. 

Something no one ever told you about riding a motorcycle is that it’s basically one giant vibrating seat. And with your arms around the man you’re planning to fuck the second this ride is over, the sensation is making you extremely horny. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs and you try to adjust your position to get the vibration right where you want it. Seb must think you’re uncomfortable because the moment you shift his hand reaches back to squeeze your thigh again.

His worry for you makes you determined to let him know just how good you feel. You start to move one hand, running it down his stomach. Seb returns his hand to the handlebar, thinking your touch is to reassure him, but you aren’t done. Your fingers drift downward, searching and finding. His cock stiffens and his hands clench the handles. You give him a rough squeeze through his jeans and he lets out a groan barely audible through the sound of the wind. You tug on his length as you rock your hips on the seat.

Closing your eyes you begin a slow pace of jacking him off over his jeans and grinding your pussy into the vibrations. You’re so lost in seeking your pleasure that you don’t notice Seb has turned off the highway until the motor cuts off. You whine at the lack of vibration, not fully comprehending what’s happening until Seb pulls you off the bike. His helmet is still on but his visor is open. You can see the desire flashing in his eyes. 

“My needy girl, couldn’t wait to finish the ride before needing my cock,” he growls. 

“I- I didn’t mean to…” you whimper as Seb pulls off his helmet, and runs his hand through his hair. 

“What am I gonna do with you,” he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.

Setting down the helmet, Seb circles the bike. You take off your helmet, shaking out your hair. He drinks in the sight of you, the moonlight shining off your hair, the desperate look in your eyes, the way your black clothes cling to you and how he wants to peel them off. He pauses in front of you, hand palming his now aching erection. Your gaze is glued to that hand, taunting you.

Seb undoes his belt buckle, pops the button on his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper. Watching you squirm with every small movement, he could do this for hours, basking in your hungry gaze knowing that you want him just as much as he wants you. But he won’t keep you waiting. He eases his cock out, hissing as the cool night air trails over his hot length. 

“On your knees baby.” 

You oblige instantly, he chuckles at your obedience. 

“That’s a good girl,” he growls. 

He shudders as you grab him, pressing a light kiss to his tip before you flick your tongue along the slit dripping with precum. And when your warm, wet mouth wraps around his length he has to stop himself from thrusting into the back of your throat. You take your time, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your hand until he can’t take it anymore.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and rocks his hips forward. Forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat. The feeling of your tongue on the underside and the light scrape of your teeth on top force out a groan from deep within his chest. His eyes lock on yours, so full of tears just waiting to spill out. He thrusts a few more times, relishing in the feeling of his balls hitting your chin. When your throat squeezes him as you choke on his cock, he swears if he died right now at least he’d die happy.

And as much as he craves to chase his own pleasure and pump his seed into your waiting mouth, he has to make sure you’re okay. Pulling his dripping length from your lips, Seb crouches down to cup your face in his hands. You cough and take in a few ragged breaths before meeting his gaze. He strokes your cheek, “such a good girl for me” he sighs pulling you in for a searing kiss.

“Up you go,” he says, pushing you up to standing. You lean back against the parked bike, not trusting your legs to hold you. Now it’s your turn to look down at Seb, even though you know you have tear streaks on your face and drool on your chin, his eyes are full of adoration. It’s so cute you don’t know if you want to laugh or to cry.

He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your thighs. Then his fingers catch the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough for him to press a soft kiss to your stomach. He grabs the waist of your jeans, eagerly undoing the button and zipper he pulls them down to reveal your black panties. This pair has a little bow just below the waistband like you’re a present that’s his to unwrap. He stands slowly, moving his hands from your waist to cup your breasts. 

He kisses you softly then whispers in your, “Turn around for me baby.” 

You do, bracing yourself against the bike. He softly touches your ass. It’s fully on display, framed by the lacy black straps of your thong. He growls, slapping your soft flesh. You let out a moan as the cool night breeze instantly soothes the sting. Seb cups your pussy and chuckles when he feels the hot wet crotch of your panties. 

“If I knew you’d like the bike so much, I would’ve put you on it ages ago,” he teases, pulling the fabric to the side.

He teases your slit with a long finger, dragging it through your folds to lightly flick your clit. You gasp and arch your back. Fuck he loves how responsive you are, every touch eliciting a reaction. He plunges two fingers into you, pumping his cock at the same pace. He gets lost in watching his digits disappear into your warm, wet hole. 

“M-more Seb, please,” you whine, pulling him from his trance. Before you register the loss of his fingers, the tip of his cock is already teasing your folds. You moan, pushing your hips back. 

Seb chuckles. “Is my sweet girl ready for my cock?” he asks under his breath.

He knows the answer is yes, he knows you’ve been ready since before the show, but he likes making you wait. Teasing you until his cock is the only thing that could make you feel better. He notches his length at your entrance and slowly pushes into you. You groan, finally getting what you’ve been craving for days. Your toys at home can’t compare to this feeling. Being filled and fucked by your man. 

He slowly enters you until his entire length is sheathed inside your perfect pussy. Your walls clench around him causing his breathing to turn ragged. His grip on your hips tightens, as he eases out of you until just his tip is inside of you. Then without warning, he shoves all the way back in. You cry out, arching your back and Seb knows he’s hit the spot inside you that makes you see stars. He thrusts into you again and again, fingers leaving bruises on your flesh as he steers you closer and closer to orgasm. Your walls squeeze him tighter and he knows you’re close. 

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, “Cum for me, you can do it.” 

And you do, expletives and his name string together in a chant that he’s sure could raise him from the dead as you cum around his cock. He follows you over that cliff, pushing as deep as he’s able, sealing his body with yours as tightly as he can. If two souls could join, it must feel like this, he thinks as he empties himself into you.

The two of you stay in this position, you draped over the motorcycle like Seb’s wet dream and Seb still inside you, head hung low, trying to keep his legs from giving out as he decides if he ever wants to move again. And then your pussy flutters around his length and he’s sure if he doesn’t pull out now he’ll die from the overstimulation. Easing his cock from you he watches entranced as his seed drips out of you.

He’s never wanted kids but his mind is suddenly filled with images of your belly swollen as his child grows inside of you. He flushes and his cock twitches painfully at the thought. He pushes that desire down, your relationship (if you can even call it that) is so new, he’ll do anything to keep from scaring you away.

Carefully, he covers your dripping pussy with the thin strap of fabric that is your thong. You groan and wiggle your hips as he rubs you through the fabric. Seb slaps your bare ass, huffing out a laugh at your little yelp. After tucking his cock away and pulling on his jeans, Seb helps you up and turns you around. Leaning against his bike, he pulls you into his arms kissing the top of your head and breathing in the smell of your hair. You rest your head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

His heart is so full he fears it might burst. You pull back to see his face, the look in his eyes is so tender, so loving you have to hold back tears. You slide your hands behind his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss is long, full of hope and passion and all the things you are too nervous to say.

Pulling away from the kiss, Seb squeezes your still-exposed ass. “Let’s put this away before you tempt me to go again,” he says pulling up your jeans. You giggle, buttoning your pants. When you look up Seb is back on the bike, his arm extended toward you with helmet in hand. 

“What do you say, baby, let’s keep this adventure going?” he asks, hoping you understand the weight of his words. You know that after tonight, your heart is his whether he knows it yet or not. You take the helmet and climb onto the bike behind him. You whisper into his ear, “Lead the way Sebby,” and set the helmet on your head. He starts up to engine and with a whoop, the two of you speed off into the night. 

[serpenlupus]

About Wyll and his horns (and what they mean)

Let's say I was writing a part of my Tav's story with Wyll directly connected to the dialogue he has during the tiefling party, and while struggling with this bit, I've realized there's quite a few misconceptions floating around. I felt compelled to add information to the table that might clear them, so here we go.

First, what exactly happens to Wyll when he disobeys Mizora in act one? Well, he doesn't get turned into a devil, he certainly doesn't get turned into a tiefling, he's not a half fiend, not a demon, none of that. Wyll stays human, but he has horns and red eyes (and other features we can't see on his model as of now).

(Everyone has their race listed, Wyll's remains "Human")

This is because when a warlock fails to uphold some part of their contract they can suffer a certain number of consequences, Wylls is “The character grows horns, a tail, or some other devilish features that can't be removed by any means short of divine intervention. As long as these marks persist the character detects as a fiend when subjected to Detect Evil and Good spells or similar magic.” ( from Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus, page 214)

And I’ve come across some people that think it wasn’t so bad of a punishment, that he was being racist towards the tieflings, or just not being justified in being upset after having his body forcibly changed against his will. I think they are missunderstanding just how insidious Mizora’s actions were, and here I just want to give some context to maybe bring a better understanding to the situation. Your conclusions are up to you.

Gonna start by using a not exact analogy, but I think it’s going to make the explanation easier. Stick with me for a minute.

Remember Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean? He had a branded “P” on his arm that marked him as a pirate. A murderer, robber, criminal, etc. in the eyes of the society he was a part of. What did Jack do to earn the branding? (if you don’t know this I suggest you look up the “people aren’t cargo mate” scene) He refused to transport slaves and later freed them, and Beckett had him marked as punishment.

Then, in the first movie, he saves Elizabeth, a woman he didn’t know, from drowning. Right after however, when Norrington sees he has a branded “P”, he’s like “alright, off to jail with you, and then hanging”, no other option crosses his mind. Again, Jack doesn’t know Elizabeth, isn’t indicated to think he is going to be rewarded for helping her, he just sees a drowning person, sees that no one else is going to help, and chooses to save them. That is a pretty selfless/good aligned thing to do, for no other reason that he was the one able to do it, yet the branding in his arm overrides any good action he could ever do, marking him as a criminal for execution and no further thought.

In a way, that’s what Mizora did to Wyll; she forever visibly branded him as someone that has made deals with devils, and that in the world of DnD is a VERY BAD THING. Personally I really like the mod that gives him more devilish features, but at the same time I think there was something clever about choosing to leave him looking more human. He can’t be confused with a tiefling, he doesn’t have the ears, the claws, the tail, all those features that characterize them. He looks kind of uncanny, and that would be like a red flag for anyone in that world. (Beyond the already existing hate for tieflings that I’m not gonna tackle on here because it’s a complicated thing that deserves its own post). And Wyll wants to do good, he wants to help people, to be a positive force in the world so, so badly. This dude got abducted by a nautiloid, got tadpole’d, and the first thing he did right after that was come across the Tiefling refugees and be like “Oh you need help? No worries let me teach you self defense. Oh you being attacked by goblins? Let me blast them real quick”. His way of saying fuck you to all the awful things that have happened to him is being aggressively good and kind. Mizora knows this very well, wants to see him suffer for her amusement, wants to remind him he can't escape her claws, so her choice of punishment was to forever taint his future interactions with mistrust and suspicion. Some people can go real fast from “oh thank God they saved me” to “oh no, are they gonna rob me, are they trying to trick me, are they in cahoots with the ones that attacked me first?” just because of outward appearances. Especially in DnD world. And that deserves its own conversation, but we're focusing on Wyll here.

(Mizora, when I catch you Mizora)

“Well, maybe he shouldn’t have made a deal in the first plac- - “ He was seventeen, alone, preyed upon by Mizora and put in an impossible situation. Please PAY ATTENTION to the story you’re witnesing.

Anyway.

About the tieflings. I know it’s easy to think his words can be derisive towards them, but it’s less about the horns and more about his body being changed against his will. Imagine instead that he got half his face burned, or something that disfigured him. I think his feelings at the moment were closer to that, and yeah they are pretty insensitive words to say to someone with a similar condition (horns or disfiguration), but when feelings are fresh and raw like that it’s easy to say insensitive things. Not saying it was ok for him to say them, but there was no malice in his words. I’ve also seen some people share that they think Mizora wanted to change him more to make him unrecognizable to his original self, the Wyll Ravenguard kid, and I think there is some truth to that too. She wants to make sure that Wyll remembers that he belongs to her, there's no question to that.

(MIZORA, WHEN I CATCH YOU MIZORA)

Whether the Tieflings refugees would feel unsettled by Wyll or not? Yes. In a way, they would. From reasons aside from the ones I explained above, remember that these specific tieflings come from Elturel. If you didn’t pass the History check or don’t remember, Elturel is a city that was literally ripped from the land and dragged to Avernus, First layer of hell (it left a hole on the ground and everything) because their mayor made a deal with the Archdevil Zariel some decades back in the timeline. He sold the souls of all its citizens and the city itself.

This was probably one of the worst times of their lives. Some even got captured and forced to participate in the blood War, like Dammon as a mechanic. And after Elturel got returned to the surface, the tieflings lost their homes because they reminded the other citizens of the literal Hell they’d just gone through, and they kicked them out. And remember, they met and saw Wyll as a human, and then saw him with horns. It’s not unreasonable to think that by looking at him they would be reminded of all the events that led them to the awful situation they’re in. Because of someone that was making deals with devils, just like Wyll. Even if his situation is completely different. And Wyll knows that, that’s why he tells you the tieflings are unsettled by him and chooses to stay away during the party.

It was never just about the horns.

And I know Wyll calls himself a devil but I think it’s because it’s the closest thing he looks as; devils are a whole different race with their own intricacies, although humans can be turned into devils ONCE their souls go to Avernus and they start climbing the power hierarchy there (Mizora and Raphael are cambions/ half-devils btw, which is a different thing,  there are plenty of videos exploring those details more in depth).

Do I think Larian should have made some of this information clearer/easier to access? Maybe? but to be fair, it's a game focused and dedicated to a crowd that was already somewhat familiar with the source material, that blew up waay out of what they originally expected to reach. Hopefully they’ll add some clarifications like they did to other quests. 

Anyway these are my two cents to the conversation, have a nice day, and don't hesitate to add your two cents if you feel like it!

[the-flowerwolf]

Let's talk about canonical Sebastian

For some reason Sebastian got a reputation of another dark Slytherin who's obsessed with power. Many added him to ✨the Slytherins✨ list. Although in fact he's nothing like Draco, Snape and especially Voldemort. So let's forget about fanons where he's obsessive and possessive and remember some FACTS about him. All based on his behaviour in the game.

He's a brilliant student. Professor Weasley and Scribner both said it. And teachers don't usually praise you for nothing;

He's the BIGGEST NERD in Hogwarts. "What I do with every book. Read it." Had me. He also mentioned his parents tought him to love books. Dude goes to the restricted section not to become another dark lord, but because curiosity in his nature;

He's loyal and protective. I don't even beed to comment on this one;

He is full of youthful maximalism. Which is completely normal at the age of 15. That's why he thinks he knows better than anyone else and hates ALL the goblins just because one cursed his sister (as he thinks);

He expects everything from his beloved. But just because he would do everything for them too. Like risk his life and soul to safe your life? So he doesn't use people, he just thinks it's normal;

He's understanding and supporting. Yes, part of him saw mc as someone who can save his sister. But he only mentioned it once or twice. Beside of that he saw them as partners. When mc said they can't tell him their secret, he understood. He didn't push or try to trick them into telling him. But when they decided to share he was nothing but supportive (although he didn't understand a thing);

Again, he's like super smart. Reading books isn't enough. He actually taught himself the unforgivables and could decrypt Slytherin's book;

He has a healthy self-esteem. He knows his worth and don't have a need to prove something to someone. You can see it in his reaction when he lost in the duel. He doesn't shout about how cool he is (cough Leander cough);

He knows exactly what he wants from life and does everything to get it. Like a good Slytherin he is;

He's not even violent. You heard him screaming? Me neither (expect this one time with Solomon but oh well). Usually he just says he needs some time to think and calm down. He's very mature (If not for his maximalism, but it'll pass). At least more mature than any grown up I know. He only called mc "arrogant", but never screamed or bit anyone.

That's just a few things I could think of! Sebastian is not only cocky boy, who would kill anyone to protect his family. He's a kind, decent person, who only tried to help. What happened was Solomon's fault and not Sebastian's. He was only a child, after all. It was Solomon's job to protect and support them. And he failed.

[rzyraffek]

You did a request on fainting in front of Brahms, so how would the Sinclair Brothers react to reader fainting? Thank you! Y’all have a good one! :3

Yay! My writing spirit came back! So now imma spam you all with fanfics!! I also wrote a bit more that JUST Sinclair bros

They/them, sfw, Request Open

Slashers with s/o that faints

Bo sinclair

Will immediately pick them up, check for any damage.

Will be stressed af, and get so protective i swear

Will overthink it, he kinda has anger issues so he might think he did something that casued it??? Idk

When s/o wakes up he gonna be so realived. They really gave him a scare

Will ask if anyone hurt them? Or is it like normal for them

Overall 7/10 probably died 5times while waiting for you to wake up

Vincent Sinclair

Tralala vibing with my love lala HU- WHY ARE THRT ON FLOOR??? UHH BO? BO! S/O IS IN FLOOR

Will knee and check breathing and heart beat. Of thank god at least they are alive

With bo's help carried them to bed room and he didnt leave their side! Holding their hand whole time

When they wake up he gonna shower them with kisses and hugs!!! Yay so you are alive!!! Yay!!

Will lay in bed with them, moving his legs in air while s/o turns into Wiki page and tells him all sympptoms, what to do ect

Overall 8/10 live laugh love Vincent

Lester Sinclair

S/o got to tell this man about their 'fainting problem' before it happends

Bcs this dude might cry, or have mental break down

Especially if it happend when yall where in Forest, AWAY FROM ANYONE THAT COULD HELP OR COMFORT

S/o probavly gonna wake up in middle of car ride home and this guy will be so relived

Guy will acually take notes of stuff he needs to know about their fainting problem, so in case he panics next time he has everything written down

Overall 9/10 boy is doing his best

Jason Voorhees

P.A.N.I.C

Immediately picks them up, so so worried, will check their heartbeat by putting his ear on their chest

Lays them down on the most comfy bed he could find in this god forsaken camp

Sits down next to it (probably in chair or if there's non he will just sit on ground)

When they wake up he will be so so happy but also so so puzzled? Did you ate something bad? Were you too hot? Too tired? Too worried? What happened! Tell him

You gotta to tell him step by step how to react, how to notice that s/o will faint and what to do afterwards

Man will be on full alert after every time they pass out. Like this guy will lay them gently down, put water bottle right next to them so it's close and litteraly stab anyone in 100meter radius (boi gets protective)

Overall 8/10 good care taker

Myers Micheal

... okay? So your sleeping now??? Weird

Nah but fr he was in ASYLUM for FEW years, he probably saw plenty of people who pass out, due to stress, emotions, self destructive stuff ect ect

So he knows what to do and how to do. But he simply doesn't want to lol

Hes sure that you will be fine. He will just make sure that you didht break anything or that you are laying in position that makes you able to breath of course

S/o gonna wake up with muscle pain and headache :(

Gonna tell micheal that. No babe you arent edgy, you are just an asshole

Next time he gonna sigh loudly and put s/o back to bed. Only because they gonna be mad at him afterwards.. its not that he cares! Pfff micheal? He totally doesn't care pfff

Overall 4/10 will judge the position you passed out in

Billy lenz

Will sit on their chest, litteraly he gonna choke them frfr. But he didnt mean to so it doesnt count!

Will talk to them while they are passed out

Will drag them to couch because no way in hell hes going to drag them all way upstairs

Will get bored and lonley >:(

When s/o wakes up they have to explain to him that, no s/o wasn't sleeping, they were timed out of life

Gonna bring them glas of water

Gonna look at them with his goblin eyes,and be like 'sooo can we play uno now?' 'Honey I see everything doubled now 'okay... so can we play uno now'

Next time they pass out he is gonna put them in so many blankets they turn into burrito (not only in looks but also its probably extremely hot)

Overall 6/10 would rather play uno

Asa emory

"Ooh honey..." picks them up✅, carries to bed✅, puts in right position✅, grabs water and mess from kitchen✅

He is so ✅✅✅

Will ask them about how they feel, do they need to puke? Maybe stronger meds? Are you cold? Or maybe too hot?

But he isn't very 'in your face' with all those questions, he asks them just like doctor would, with absolute no emotion or huge facial reactions. He knows it might be stressful or overwhelming

Will give space if needed

He also made sure to reread books and articles about people who pass out randomly to make sure to read theirs body language

Dont worry little butterfly you can rest now

Overall 10/10 but made you watch his beatle collections while you couldn't leave bed

[watercolorofthemoon]

i forced my roommate to watch both LOTR and The Hobbit with me. Here are some highlights

LOTR:

Roomie: I like this gandalf dude Me: Oh yeah me too. he's a bit questionable sometimes but we love him

30 seconds later, gandalf fighting saruman: Roomie: NO MY SKRUNKLY

Roomie: awe sam is a precious boy Me, internally: oh you dont even know the half of it

merry and pippin stealing crops: Roomie: ARE THEY THE BASTARD LITTLE BROTHERS?? me: I mean i gues- Roomie: FOUND FAMILY LETS FUCKING GO

Elrond being disappointed and having strong eyebrows: Roomie: i feel like i've let down my dad and i dont even have a dad

Roomie: i don't really like boromir that much- me, pausing the movie to explain why boromir is extremely valid: I WILL HAVE NO BOROMIR SLANDER Roomie: is this bc he's a himbo

Roomie: this thorin guy sounds pretty gay if he's given bilbo this thing thats worth more than the shire me, internally: YOU HAVE NO IDEA MOTHERFUCKER

gandalf dying: roomie: NO MY BOY

roomie: please tell me gimli and legolas are gay, because everyone else seems extremely straight me: they arguably one of the gayest duos, yes. roomie: oh good. i thought they straight-washed sam for no reason me: i mean. there are a lot of frodo and sam moments that have no heterosexual explanation viggo breaking his toes: me, practically bursting at the seams: roomie: oh god what is it me: DID YOU KNOW-

gandalf is alive: roomie: FUCK YEAH MY BOY

me, explaining the uruk-hai: roomie: fucked up of a yas character to do that tbh (referring to saruman's manicure)

theoden being stubborn at helm's deep: roomie: okay i like him BUT COME ONNN MAN

eowyn picking up merry before they ride to gondor: roomie: I KNOW I WANTED TO KISS HER FOr A REASON MWAH MWAH EOWYN me:...she gets a bf roomie: NOT ANYMORE

aragorn: for frodo roomie, bursting into tears: me: whoa whoa u good roomie: ITS HIS DAD. ITS FRODO'S DAD.

sam literally carrying frodo up a mountain: roomie:...thats a bit gay mount doom blowing up: roomie: thats unecessary and homophobic

frodo sailing to the undying lands: roomie: TAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH YOU YOU COWARD

The Hobbit:

the scene with baby bilbo: roomie: NAUR I LOVE HIM

bilbo and gandalf interacting as adults: roomie: this feels like it could go very wrong thorin finally showing up: roomie: listen im gay but i'd consider it me: he's probably also gay roomie: mlm and wlw solidarity okay we're bffs now

bilbo running out of the door: roomie: again. this feels like this could go very wrong. me, internally: oh fuck how do they KNOW already

thorin throwing down his weapon bc bilbo got caught by trolls: roomie:....thats....sus. me:...if this is sus...oh boy...

thorin's obvious dislike of elves @ rivendell: roomie: okay so. explain to me why thorin doesn't like elves again- me: did you not watch the entire introduction to thorin? roomie: NO WAIT I REMEMBER THE BLOND BITCH

saruman showing up: roomie: ew.

galadriel showing up: roomie: HELLO SAILOR AWOOGA AWOOGA

bilbo and thorin nearly falling off at the mountain pass: thorin: he's been lost ever since he stepped out his front door roomie: WDYM YOU'RE ALL FUCKED UP- thorin stop being mean to your husband

the entirety of the goblin tunnels and gollum: roomie: this does not bode well. at all. the ring showing up: roomie: I WAS RIGHT

azog versus thorin scene: roomie: dumb bitch...OH NO DOES HE DIE- bilbo to the rescue: oh no its chill, just gay

the iconic carrock scene: roomie:....this is incredibly gay bestie me: i'm aware.

the entirety of the beorn's house arc: roomie: ...i like beorn. he's feral and skrunkly. so is radaghast.

legolas showing up: roomie: *surprised pikachu face*

tauriel and kili's interactions: roomie: damn i was hoping she would be gay me: i mean with the right headcanons she can totally be a lesbian roomie: UR SO RIGHT OMG

kili getting shot with arrow: roomie: NO THE GAYS-

the laketown master existing: roomie: EAT THE RICH.

bilbo and thorin on the boat together: roomie: oh they definitely fucked in laketown-

tauriel healing kili and them holding hands: roomie: oh no don't make me feel sad for straight ppl me: again. they don't have to be straight. roomie: I KNOW BUT ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF IT

bilbo waking up smaug: roomie: oh bilbo...oh you sweet summer child...you stupid bitch.

thorin threatening bilbo initially: roomie: oh fuck. it got worse. me, internally: oh honey. oh no.

thorin's gold sickness and then nearly killing bilbo at the ramparts: roomie: NO THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GAY AND HAPPY HOW COULD YOU

*doesn't say anything almost the entire battle until the kili and fili die* roomie: noooo the skrunklies NOOOOOOO

thorin, fucking dies in bilbo's arms: roomie: *turns to look at me with the most murderous look on her face* me: *nervous laughter* so about it getting worse- roomie: IM GOING TO KILL YOU.

end for now, if we end up watching trop together ill let yall know <3

[silent-raven13]

Well, imagine that! 🩷💜💙 2

(Part 1)

"Okay, guys! Gather around, it's time for Spin the Bottle!" Gayatri giggles holding the empty bottle, her brown eyes spotted her boyfriend's friends and students from her school sitting around the circle. "Remember, 7 heaven in the closet, when you get picked!"

"Spread out everyone. Oh Miles, you can sit with me." Gayatri said wanting everyone to mix into the circle.

Pav sat next to Hobie, "This is exciting and nerve racking! I feel my heart pounding so hard against my chest!" He turns to his closed friend as he touch his chest to feel his heart raced. "Do you get that, Hobie?" No response from the Spider-Punk, "Hobie?"

The Indian teenager spotted Hobie staring longing at Miles, no surprised there. "Hey," He pokes his punker friend.

"Huh, what were you saying, mate?" The punker snapped out of it for the moment.

Pav grins widely on his face, "Dude, you were staring at Miles, again. Why not ask him out?" He whispers lowly.

"Me, staring at Peter Pan? Nah, I was admiring that tacky painting over there." Hobie lies.

"Come on, man. Why do you deny it so much?" He quietly asked, noticing Miles busy talking to Gayatri. Then, saw Hobie softly smiling at the way Miles would shyly laughs or his big wide addicting smile while talking to Pav's girlfriend.

"It's not easy... I want him to be honest about himself." Hobie admits, "I rather wait."

"Are you sure?" His friend asked being skeptical, "Your the jealous type, dude. I saw how upset you got when he mentions about him and Ganke kissed. Also, will you handle it with this game."

"I'm all for Miles to experience as much as possible, mate. I'll be fine." Hobie casually said trying to shrug off the conversation.

"Okay, just letting you know there's a lot of cute guys and girls in this circle." Pav hums with his eyes around the group, he spotted Gwen talking to a random girl.

"Okay, everyone! We ready!" Gayatri asked out loud.

"Wait! I like to join!" The group looks over to where the voice was coming from, it's a very handsome student from their school, Hari Oberoi.

Hobie's body tensed as he saw Miles gawking at the guy. Hari Oberoi, Pav's Harry Osborn, in the world the teenager boy is known for his good looks and charming gaze. His brown hair in a lazy slick back with gel glistening by light in the room, he got taper fade and clean long stubble beard that suit well on his face. His skin tone brown, eyes almost golden and perfect white straight teeth, with expensive shirt, jeans and Jordans.

"Hari! Okay, just sit around. Guys make room." Gayatri smiles happily, she seems to know Hari through their modeling career, before she got with Pavitr. Many of the girls in the circle were excited to get the chance to kiss Hari Oberoi, he's such a handsome guy and a part time model.

Of course, Oberoi family are rich with all their powerful connections, they had to put their handsome son on a modeling agency. It's one way to keep the family's name on good terms, even if Nalin Oberoi is Green Goblin. But no one knows that except for the Spider Band.

"So, who wants to go first?" Gayatri started off checking to see who wants to go first, she saw know one brave enough. "Okay! Okay, I'll start." She offers, having to spin the bottle first.

It landed on a girl causing everyone to, "Oooohhh," at the two. The teenager girl blushes as she and Gayatri got up to go in the closet and kiss for seven minutes.

"Wow, Gayatri is so brave. I don't know I can do it." Pav said with awe, "My palms are sweaty."

"Lad, you need to relax." Hobie said in a calm tone as he took out a joint, then spoke out loud to the group, "How about some real fun, eh? Anyone do to share spliff?" He took out his lighter to lit up his joint, he did the first puff-puff then pass it to Pav.

Pav gasps, "Smoking! Hmmm..."

"Oh come on, Pav. You either do it or you don't!" Gwen groans.

"Okay. Okay. Fine!" Pav smoke a bit of the joint before passing it around, he started to cough out loud making Hobie laugh.

"You good, mate? Sounds like you took it good." Hobie teased already feeling his high coming, his eyes on Pav with a smirk on his face. The Indian teenager's eyes suddenly turned red already feeling it.

"Whoa!" Pav rub his eyes already feeling weird, "I never gotten high! Is this what it feels.. feeelllsss... fffffeeeeeeeeeellllllssssss...sss like? LYKE? LllIike? Why does that word sound so weird?" He lost his train of thought. "I feel so relaxed and giggles." He hugs Hobie's arm having to snuggle against him.

Miles' watched the two getting all touchy and close, he'll be lying to himself if he says he wasn't jealous. The way Pav happily wraps around Hobie's arm, slowly snuggling against him with his face buried in his crush's chest. The sixteen year old nibble the inside of his bottom lip, he's envious of Pav. To be so openly confident, and speaking his mind, Miles wishes he can do that. It's hard for him to do it.

Soon the joint came to Miles' hands, he felt Hobie's eyes on him. "Gonna smoke it, Peter Pan?" He asked with a gleam in his eyes.

Miles felt bashful, "Yea..." He placed his lips on the crutch of the shared joint, then inhale twice, before exhaling two smoke rings. The group were impressed at him.

"Wow, ain't that a lil neat trick, luv." Hobie smirks widely, knowing Miles had smoke before.

"Nuthin' special." He shrugs feeling a bit glad his crush is impressed.

"Wow, Miles. How do you do that?" Pav asked.

Gwen said, "That's new."

"Me and Ganke always smoke at parties." Miles said, tasting the weed on his tongue. He could feel his high coming- Whoa, Hobie carry some strong shit.

Soon Hari got the joint, then took the crutch around his lip inhaling the product. Soon he blew out a smoke shaped like a jellyfish. "Wow." Miles stood surprised with the other group.

Hobie rolled his eyes, "Show off." He thought. The slick back hair teenager gave sheepish smile as he passed it to the next person.

"How did you do that?" Miles finally asked the guy.

"You do the O method then push it with your hands then you follow it with the ghost method. It's much more cooler with a vape." Hari grins at Miles, having his eyes on him.

"Wow, maybe we need a bong." Miles said.

"Maybe." Hari chuckles showing off his charming smile.

Gwen looks at Hobie with a sly grin on her face, her punker friend looking mad-mad. The way he's glaring at Hari talking almost flirting with Miles.

Soon Gayarti and the other girl came out of the closet with their seven minutes up. The group grins widely at how bashful look. "What did we miss?" She asked.

"We passing around joint, baby!" Pav spoke out first, he noticed her lips swollen from all the kissing. Hobie ended up with the joint then offer to the two that didn't try, "We to give it a go, mate?"

"Sure!" Gayatri said as she take a couple of hits then passed it to the girl she made out. She coughs, "Ohh, wow. This stuff is strong!"

"Only the best." Hobie cooly said.

"Oh Miles, you wanna go next?" Gayatri passed by the joint to Hobie as she went back to her seat alongside the other girl.

Miles' eyes widen having a warm deep tint on his cheeks, "Uhhh- Sure?" He went over to spin the bottle, he's hoping to land at Hobie. He could feel his palms sweating from being nervous.

The bottle spinning around the group. "Who's it gonna be?" Pav asked being excited for his turn the suspends gets him so hype.

The bottle landed on Hari, causing everyone to gasp and oohed with a much louder tone. Some of the girls giggles seeing how two cute boys were gonna make out. "Ooh, Miles!" Gayatri nudges him with her left shoulder, "Look at you being lucky. I heard he's a great kisser."

Hobie's hear that having his body tensed up. Jealousy spikes through his veins, seeing the cocky bloke getting up as he run his hair trying to play it off cool.

Pav gasps, "Even the way he gets up is so cool."

Hari stood with a gleam in his eyes, a perfect smile on his face. Miles got up being shy, "You can do it, Miles." Gwen cheers for him.

Mile gave a weak grin when he got up he didn't realize how tall Hari was. "You ready?" Hari asked him.

"Ye-yeah?" He stuttered being overwhelmed by the part time model, he's more majestic closed up.

Gayatri giggles opening the closet room for them to go in. "Have fun, but not too much fun!" She chimes as the two walks inside the room. Hobie could only glare at Hari, watching their backsides going in the dark room. "Seven minutes in Heaven!"

Miles hears Gayatri after she closed the door behind them, he slowly breathe taking in the room's scent and Hari's expensive cologne. The two were quiet... too quiet...

"Come on, do something Miles! You done this before." He said to himself being nervous. His hands was going to take Hari's handsome's face, until he stopped hearing the teenager's voice.

"Hey, if you're nervous, we don't have to kiss." He finally said.

Miles eyes widen hearing Hari's voice, he sounds so kind? Really off putting with his face. "Oh, um... I'm sorry." The young Spider-man finally said unsure if Hari didn't want to kiss him, or is a straight guy. Good thing, it's dark enough that the other teenager won't noticed his expression.

"No! No, don't apologize. Actually..." Hari quickly turns to Miles trying to reassure him, "I never do stuff like this. I rarely go to parties."

"Oh... have you ever kissed a boy?" Miles asked, "Because I can get why-" Har said, "I've kissed people before, but doing this... it's all new."

"Hey man, it's cool. We don't have to... we can lie." He said hearing Hari sigh in relief.

"Thanks... it's just I thought I would look cool joining, but I didn't expect to be picked so soon. I should've stayed home and play my video games."

"Oh, you play? What kind of games?" Miles asked, he hopes there's games he knows in this world. "I like Street Fighter."

"Oh me too! I'm into a lot of fighting games like Mortal Kombat and sports games like NBA 2K22."

"Sweet. Those games are fire. Do you play Fortnite?"

"Yeah, I'm not good at it. I still have my first generation outfits." Hari chuckles feeling comfortable talking with Miles. "Say... what's your name? I haven't caught it."

"Miles! My name is Miles. Yours?" Miles asked, he already know his name but it's best to be polite and asked.

"Hari. I'm friends with Gayatri, because we have the same agency." Hari casually said, "You know her through her boyfriend, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm friends with Pav."

"How did you two meet?"

"Online. You know him, he's always social."

"Ha, yeah. I don't know where he gets it all. I get too nervous meeting new people, and I still get nervous around my small group of friends. I rather just stay at home and read my comic books."

Miles gasps, "You read comic books! I mean, sorry, man. I just- I'm a fan of comics too. I collect figures."

"Me too!" Hari's eyes widen finally meeting someone with the same taste. "I have five figures in my collection room. I'm planning to buy this expensive Chung Lee one, but I really want to buy some Copic marker set."

"Do you draw? And I collected some stuff like Power Rangers, G.I Joes, and Transforms way back but I do want to get some One Piece ones. Zoro is my favorite."

"You like One Piece!" Hari's eyes gleamed, showing his nerdy Otaku side. "I'm sorry, I rarely get to meet a fan. I normally don't talk to a lot of people... my dad is very strict."

Miles could hear the excitement of Hari's voice washed into a soft bit of sadness when mentioning his father. Yeah, no kidding, he's dad is Pav's nemesis, the Green Goblin! "Well, I can be your friend. Who's your favorite One Piece character?"

"Ugh, my queen, Robin!"

"Ah, nice!" The two sat on the floor talking to each other, then the next thing, they know- Hari cup Miles' face with his thumb softly rubbing against his plump lips. The young Spider-man let him lean over to kiss, soon they were tongue kissing.

Miles could feel his heart pounding against his chest, as Hari took control of their kisses. Their mouths not willing to let each other go, which made him more surprised. He likes this. "Wow, kissing Hari is so different than Ganke." He could feeling his body being excited like all of his worries melted away.

"Mmm." He let out a soft cute moan to breathe slowly pulling away from Hari's lip.

"Heh, that's cute, Miles." Hari went back to kissing him on the lips feeling their salvia parting on their lips. Miles merely took the kiss falling on his back, they were too into it at this point.

Outside of the door, the group waited for the two come out. "They been in there for ten minutes!" Gwen finally said.

Gayatri giggles, "I guess, they are having so much fun."

Pav nodded, "Wow, I didn't know Miles can be so- Hobie, what's wrong?" Noticing his friend going over to the closet with a beer in his hand, he had enough of this.

Hobie roughly kicks the door open without giving a shit, "Hobie! We're in Gayatri's home, you don't kick people's doors like that!" Gwen shouted.

"Gwen, it's fine." Gayatri actually liked seeing Hobie all jealous for his crush, she was hoping for him to do something about it three minutes ago.

Hobie turns to Gayatri, "Sorry, luv. Seven minutes is the rules!" He kicks the door open again having to breaking the latch using his Spider-man strength.

This caused Hari and Miles to jump by the sudden burst of the door being swung open. Hobie had a dark look on his face witnessing his crush being lay on the floor by that fucking wanker. Hari lift his head up being surprised still breathing heavily almost drooling, even his hair and clothes became a bit out of placed. "Huh? What's wrong?" He finally asked.

Miles cover his mouth trying to maintain his breathing after such an amazing heated kiss. He got all hot and bothered, forgetting this was a game. "Hobie?" He finally asked being embarrassed his crush had to look at him like that.

"Aye, you two get out. It's been ten minutes. Having fun, Peter Pan?" Hobie asked a bit more rudely, his tone sounded annoyed.

"Oh shit, right! The game." Hari smiles bashfully, he got up taking Miles' hand to get him up. "Sorry, didn't know it was a big deal."

"No, it's fine." Miles added, he finally show his swollen lips a bit plumper from all the kissing. "You're a great kisser, Hari."

That ticked off Hobie a bit more, he chug his beer, "Hah, right..." They're not together. It's okay for Miles to be polite and flirty with other men, still it pisses off the punker.

So, Hobie did what he do best, he slouch on Miles' shoulder giving a dark glare at Hari already giving him a 'fuck off, he's mine' look. "Luv, are you really that impressed? I feel a bit cheesed off since you haven't got to try," his hand lift Miles' chin up as their lips get closed, "me."

"Huh!" Miles' eyes widen almost feeling Hobie's breath on his lips, their lips being closed until Gayatri playfully nudges Hobie away from Miles.

"HAHAHAHA! You wish! You gotta play the game, Hobie! Miles. Hari, sit back down! We're still playing." She grins widely cockblocking the punker. Miles pouted being disappointed he didn't get the kissed he wanted, but shrug it off having to sit back down.

Hobie grunts on Pav's girlfriend, "Aye, why did you do-" Gayatri's merely smiles having a sort of glare on her face, "That's for breaking my closet door, and you have to play the game to get to kiss Miles!"

"Ugh, hunky dory, mate." The punker grunts knowing she's pissed off at him, he rather avoid her lecture. Lips meet the rim of the glass bottle beer to take another swig of beer, his eyes on Miles.

The sixteen year old Spider-man gave him a sheepish smile and shrug. Better luck, next time! Hobie gave one last glare to Hari, who avoided his gaze. Geez, it's not like he knew Miles' was taken.

The game went on with more twists and turns!

[lesbii-enne]

Ghouls and Goblins

Dew x reader

Summary: you didn’t know what you were getting into after playing an old song by a band long forgotten.

Warnings: stalking, general fear, getting chased down by a dude wearing a mask in an abandoned theatre.

How did you end up here, goosebumps down your arms as you walked through the abandoned ‘Whiskey-a-go-go’? Good question, you had not a clue. Stumbling through the mess of papers scattered around, you nearly found yourself lost. This place was bizarre, it shut down in the late ‘60’s apparently after some concert ended in a blood bath. Musical sheets were littered everywhere, odd symbols and worst of all; those fucking masks.

Every corner you turned there were those weird masks staring you down. Rounding another corner you let out a shriek, nearly dropping your crutch.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Well that’s unsettling. Picking up the mask, you inspected it. It was a steampunk looking leather mask with goggles and white horns. Well, one horn the other must have fallen off. You shrugged and placed it back.

Pulling out your flashlight you flipped it on and ventured into a new room. This one looked like a dressing room, and it was thoroughly trashed. Great, just your luck. Walking further into the room you saw a symbol painted onto the mirror-in what looked to be like lipstick (you hoped)-it was a triangle?

‘Odd’

You thought to yourself,

Looking at the dust covered vanity you saw a music sheet. Picking it up you blew some of the dust off. This part was written for guitar. Now you wished you hadn’t stopped taking lessons after the accident. Looking around for anything more else you saw a cream colored guitar with that same symbol on it displayed on the wall, not a speck of dust on it either.

‘How weird.’

Taking the guitar off the wall you plucked a few chords.

‘Out of tune’

You thought.

After adjusting the pegs a little you slung the guitar on, laid your crutch against the wall, finding a pick nearby, you strummed the chords to ‘Griftwood ’ as it read and sang along with the lyrics scrawled out onto the old paper. Continuing to play, your ring finger caught part of a frayed string slicing your finger open.

“Shit.”

You muttered out, shaking your hand to hopefully rid of the pain. Flinging a droplet onto the sheet music. As you continued to play the song your flashlight flickered. You shrugged it off as you continued to play muttering out the lyrics.

“Are you righteous?”

“Righteous.”

Was that your echo? It didn’t sound like your voice reverberating through the theatre. You shuddered a bit. Quickly putting the guitar back you grabbed your crutch and began to head elsewhere.

Then you heard it,

a guttural growl.

What was that?

You began to limp towards the exit,

You could hear footsteps somewhere in the theatre, they were getting quicker and louder.

You weren’t alone.

Your heart began to beat rapidly, you tried to walk faster, but your mangled leg got in the way of that. Taking a sharp left you follow the hall past the atrium. Then the footfalls stopped, you paused and looked around slowly aiming your flashlight down the hall.

What the fuck is that thing?

Something was standing at the end of the hall looking at you. It was wearing that stupid fucking mask. Backing up, it began its pursuit. Walking slowly dragging its boots against the floor.

It knew you were in no shape to run, it was taunting you.

This was life or likely death,

you had to get out of this place.

You forced your self to walk on your twisted leg grimacing and clenching your teeth as you tried to make your way through the theatre.

It let out a growl once more, and began to give chase. You took off into a sprint of sorts seeing an opening; you ran through. It led you to the auditorium. You couldn’t hear its footsteps any longer. You slowed your pace walking through the rows of seats, and caught your breath for a moment. Jumping into the pit a few moments later to hide.

The stage lights were flickering it made you uneasy. Anxiously looking back where you had came from you saw nothing. Then you heard what sounded like a humming. The lights flickered once again and there it was, it stalked closer.

You let out a few shaky breaths hoping it would leave and look elsewhere. You peaked your head up to the stage and saw nothing. You sighed, calming slightly. Then you were roughly dragged up onto the stage by your arm. You shrieked. It’s claws digging into your skin made you drop your crutch. It was standing over you, slowly leaning down to you, you were paralyzed with fear. It smiled, showing off its canines.

Fuck.

It leaned in closer and you threw your hands in its face trying to push it away, with no luck it bit your finger. Yelping, you head butted the creature. Staggering back and shredding your shirt in the process. You had an opportunity to reach for your crutch. With shaky hands you grabbed it and swung at its head as hard as you could.

A loud crack sounded across the room. It fell to the ground with a ‘thump’ but no noise came from the creature. You took your opportunity to run. Sliding into the wall as you turned you ran through the halls turning randomly, you’ve probably passed the same room at least three times but you had no time to think you had to get out.

You wouldn’t let that thing kill you.

You refused to give it the satisfaction of killing you.

You found a door you had no clue what it lead to but you had to try. Just as you were about to reach for the handle, you were thrown to the ground. Gasping for air and groaning it landed on top of you. You continued to try to get away but it held you down. You thrashed around in its hold. Grabbing your face with its claws, you felt blood start to trickle down your chin.

Breathing heavily still, it leaned down and bit down into your shoulder. You screamed out in pain, flailing wildly you managed to get an arm loose and roughly shoved his face away. It ripped a chunk of flesh off of your shoulder in the process. Drawing a groan out of your throat. You scooted away from him trying to reach for the door handle. It tried advancing once again. Holding your shoulder trying to compress the bleeding, you kicked at it nailing him in the jaw.

Squinting through your welling tears, your lip quivered as your vision began to spot, you slid your back down onto the cold floor, bleeding onto the checkered tiles as your mind went fuzzy. You closed your eyes.

[sarenhale]

BTW did the goblin camp yesterday and Nine:

○ Ate a goblin's toe

○ Said he'd always wanted to know how his burning flesh smelled like!

○ Got axed in the back by Abdirak and was sad he wasn't rougher with him :( (they were both hard as hell)

○ Commented on roasted dwarf 'smelling like his childhood'

○ Killed like 7 goblins with one fireball and got inspiration from it :)

○ Asked the dream companion if his bloodlust and problems were because of the tadpole in his head and she went 'nah bitch that's YOUR OWN problem. Mindflayers got nothing to do with that' and it fucking killed me

○ Replied a bit too enthusiastically that it was a pleasure to spill blood for Halsin when he reported back on killing the 3 goblin leaders and Halsin went 😬😬😬😬 and probably instantly regretted relying on him for ANYTHING

It's so fucking funny playing as a bloodlusting weirdo that has 0 social skills. He just says whatever the fuck is on his mind and even goblins and mindflayers think he's a fucking weird ass. That's how you know you're probably fucked up beyond repair

And alongside all this, Astarion still wants him. It's hysterical. He just sees this dude acting like a feral animal that never learned how to socialize and still goes 😏👉👈 like dude.

[arisenreborn]

Finally did Phantom Oxcart on Olivia lets goooo-

All right having messed up and 'failed' and having to do this like four or five times on Reverie, I was educated on ALL that could POSSIBLY go wrong. (...probably.) Highlights:

Infiltration was a success-

But was mildly mortified when Alva (@dukeofqueers) came running up during the goblin part. GJAOIEGAW And then these chucklefucks were having a good time back here

BUT IT WAS FINE I made it, got through oki doki for Olivia to get slapped around a bit

I think Alvarus just pilfered the evidence in the first five seconds of combat??? 😂 Let's rewind a moment though for

Then I think? Alvarus just stole the evidence in like the first five seconds of combat idk?

But there was no way I wasn't going to kill all those dudes.

Which went well. This is always exactly how you want to be in a fight.

right in the gooch, dude.

Alvarus was, yet again, an MVP through this whole thing. But it was really touching that it was Emrys who got her out of that shit up there *points above* like he's an archer but he still came in and got close to help get her out of there 🥺

But after successfully wreaking vengeance upon them it was time to scoop the boys up and LEAVE.

My headcanon story for this whole thing is something I've looked forward to writing for a while (...still so far off). Fight basically goes as bad as you'd expect, and Olivia manages to drag Emrys away (like so) and ORDERS him to 'get out of here' (haha, the order he requested at the beginning at the excavation site haha). He does this, and is basically an anxious mess waiting for her to finally catch up to him and when she does she is a complete and utter bloody wreck.

😌 including her nice new scar he'll be fuming (see: sad) over

[cranetreegang]

The Boggart - Ominis x FemReader

AN: Hey so I got inspired to write this from... somewhere. I don't remember who wrote it, but please let me know if you do, but the Boggart in that story was the MC and corrupted and was goblin like and MC had razor sharp teeth. it was on AO3 and i think it was an Ominis fic??? idk it was cool and i loved the idea so here we are.

HUGE shout out to @roohuh. You're a legend for looking this over and you're kind of a big deal/the best <3

And dudes ChatGPT is so baller. I just plug in sections of my lil dumb fics and it tells me ideas on how to improve it. it's very epic.

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READ PART 1 HERE * READ PART 2 HERE

Summary: Everything comes to a breaking point, and Ominis is left with an impossible decision to make. But, the fear of losing his love is something he cannot risk.

Music to Listen to: Leta's Flashback 🎵 You Lost Your Chance to Be Beautiful (but like only the first 2mins the rest is so mid) 🎵 Corynorhinus 

Word Count: ~ 4,600 words

Warnings: angst^3 kajillion

Read my other Ominis Fics Here

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She’s gnawed her bottom lip into a pulp and, as she ascends the lacquered marble stairs, her stomach knots itself into a tighter ball. Even though her ‘outburst’ in Divinations isn’t a topic of discussion anymore amongst her peers, she still hasn’t spoken to Natty, nor to Ominis, about it. She closes her eyes and resists the urge to turn around and go far, far away. She climbs the final step and heads straight into the sunlit classroom.

Natty stands in front of Ominis, speaking with a terse smile and an inquisitive look on her face. Ominis is leaning against one of the desks with an air of ease, and the midday light filters through the tall windows onto him, causing her stride to slow. He reminds her of a polished marble sculpture, flawlessly crafted and utterly divine. But she senses a restlessness under his facade of cool composure. 

She lowers her gaze away from him. He’s been upset since her outburst. He tries to keep it buried deep within him, but she knows it’s there. She looks back up to him with a sudden longing. These past few days have been difficult. By keeping this secret from him, she feels a gap beginning to form and wedge itself between them. It’s growing harder and harder to make the leap, and tell him the truth. To tell him everything. 

She hesitates for a moment when Natty’s warm eyes land on her, pinning her in place, but ultimately continues toward them. 

“Ah, hello, my friend!” Natty greets with a tender smile.

Ominis turns his head towards the Fifth Year with a sweet smile on his lips. The restlessness within shifts to a warm relief. His hand extends out for her to take. She stares at his outstretched hand in a bit of disbelief. The knot in her stomach begins to untangle as soon as her hand grabs his. Despite everything, he still holds her so tightly and warmly. Natty smiles at the both of them, going along with pretending like everything is as it was. 

Once again, she’s grateful for their understanding and their patience with her. She squeezes his hand to keep the associated guilt which accompanies those thoughts at bay. 

“Hello, you two,” she smiles then glances around the lively classroom with a raised brow. Her classmates are talking with grand gestures while  others have grim expressions written upon their faces. There’s a certain spark in the stuffy air and she worries there’s an exam she’s forgotten about today. She chews her lip when she can't find their other friend anywhere. 

“Where’s Sebastian?” She wonders. 

Ominis’ lips pull into a tight line. His feet shift then his head cranes towards her. 

“Oh? You didn’t hear about…,” he pauses, his eyes illuminating with contemplation. “He wasn’t feeling well enough to come to today’s class.” 

“Oh. I didn’t realize.” She matches his frown. How careless of a friend she’s been - too wrapped up with herself to notice her ailing friend.  

“Such a shame, too. I have been looking forward to today.” Natty’s eager smile lightens her whole face. “It’s Boggarts.” 

If Ominis’ hand wasn’t holding her as tightly as it was, she would’ve turned right around and left. She glances at Ominis, understanding now why Sebastian truly isn’t here. His pupil-less, gray eyes nearly find hers and he has a somber expression. She sighs to herself. They’ll have to deal with Sebastian later. Right now, she has a more pressing concern to deal with. 

Sensing this, he squeezes her hand with a slight grin,

 “Don’t fret. Boggarts can’t hurt you. And you’ve faced things far more terrifying than a measly non-being.”

“Indeed,” Natty giggles with a slight nudge to the Fifth Year’s side.

Beginning to smile, her shoulders loosen and her hold on Ominis relaxes.

“Although,” Ominis drawls with a smirk, “I must admit, I am quite curious as to what scares you, darling. You are practically fearless. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Boggart just turned right back into that dresser at the sight of you.” 

He manages to get a full smile out of her, and she shakes her head with a slight laugh, 

“I doubt that.” 

He brings her hand up to his lips and places a tender kiss on the top of her hand. His smile is warm and she wonders why she was ever dreading coming to class - coming to him.

She tilts her head as she glances between Natty and Ominis, 

“Have you faced a Boggart before?” 

Natty nods, “Yes. I am hoping that I am more successful this time than the last. Last time, I froze. But, I am feeling far more confident today.” 

Natty’s head is high with a beaming grin. The Fifth Year can’t help but begin to match Natty’s enthusiasm. 

“And what about you, Ominis?” She wonders.

Ominis purses his lips and his eyes darken. 

“I have as well,” he replies quietly.  “I don’t believe it forms into anything you can see. But, the sounds it makes are quite… awful.” 

He forces a smile, feeling her concern. 

He squeezes her hand as he says, “One’s parents would frighten anyone though - what with their nagging and disapproval. Nothing I can’t handle, I assure you.”

She smiles at how strong he is, and not just for her. She leans close to him, and he angles his head towards her in silent questioning. His eyes widen when he feels her lips press softly on his cheek.

“I have no doubt. If I’m fearless, then you are undaunted, my love,” she whispers with a smile, making him blush into a real smile. 

Natty snickers at their exchange, 

“Ack! Get a room, you two.”  

The Fifth Year giggles at Ominis’ blush deepening; so much so, that it spreads all the way to his ears. Ominis tries to shoot her a scathing glare for such a public display, but it falls short at the smile tugging on his lips and the warmth she feels coming from him.

“Alright everyone!” Professor Hecat’s voice gets their attention and the chatter in the room comes to a silence. 

“As you may have heard,” Hecat comes down from her office’s perch and stands at the front of the class, “today’s lesson will be over: Boggarts. Now, what spell is used to counter a Boggart?” 

Natty and Leander’s hands shoot up immediately. Professor Hecat has a pleased smirk as she calls on Leander.

“Riddikulus!” Leander beams. 

“Very good. 10 points to Gryffindor.” Hecat raises her wand up. 

The Fifth Year is quick to bring Ominis towards her before Hecat shoves the desks away to the far sides of the room. Ominis smiles at her. The adoring look from him and the squeeze of her hand makes her flustered - which makes the corner of his lips turn up into a proud smirk.

“Everyone, form a single file line. Quickly. Quickly.” Hecat orders as she walks towards the wardrobe at the back of the classroom. 

Ominis gives her a parting squeeze of her hand before releasing her. The students are quick to form a clustered, unorganized mass which slowly files into a line. Those at the front, start to shove each other - one student in front of the other until it’s Leander who’s the one stuck to go first. 

She tries to stick with Ominis, or Natty, but she’s pushed away from them - with Natty and Ominis going before her. Ominis spares her a reassuring smile before he faces back in front of him. 

With the bustle settling, Hecat levitates the dresser over from the corner to be in front of the line. The Boggart slams against the door, rattling the tarnished mirrors and vibrating the wood floor - causing a few gasps from the more nervous students. The Boggart bangs and thrashes, knocking the wardrobe to and fro in a vain effort to escape its confines. 

Hecat stands next to the thrashing dresser with a smirk, “Are you ready, Mister Prewett?” 

Leander audibly gulps then nods - raising his wand up. 

“Now, remember,” Hecat says with a stern look in her eye, “picture clearly in your mind something which amuses you. Laughter is key to defeating a Boggart.” 

With the flick of her wand, the wardrobe’s lock clicks then the glass door slowly opens with a creak.

A vicious, growling, giant Chopping Cabbage bursts from the wardrobe - snapping its sharp fangs and snarling at Leander with such ferocity, it makes the whole line flinch back. Once the initial shock wears off, there’s stifled giggles at the overgrown cabbage. Leander glances behind him at everyone’s teasing and his cheeks turn a bright shade of red. 

“Concentrate, Mister Prewett!” Hecat reminds him. 

Leander snaps back to attention to the cabbage. 

“Riddikulus!”  Leander shouts. 

The nasty vegetable is suddenly wrapped in a bright pink ribbon and shrinks down until it’s roughly palm-sized. The sentient cabbage shakes its head in confusion, but it's all but tamed. A wave of laughter spreads through the line and the tense atmosphere of the room evaporates. Leander chuckles and goes to the back with a triumphant smirk on his face. 

“Very good. Next!” 

Snakes, spiders, whirlwinds, and werewolves - there’s a whole plethora of fearful things the Boggart transforms to and everyone easily turns them into amusing characters. She finds herself laughing and enjoying the lesson far more than she anticipated - her eagerness growing as she waits for her turn.

As Natty prepares to go next, the Fifth Year cranes her head around to watch her friend. 

The Boggart morphs into a tall man dressed in a tan robe with a piercing, cruel gaze. He snarls with disgust towards Natty, making her take a step back. The Fifth Year clenches her fists, sending a silent whisper of encouragement to Natty.

Natty takes a deep breath then raises her wand. 

“Riddikulus!” 

The man transforms into a black cat - emitting a pitiful meow. Natty nods her head in approval and goes back to join the others. 

“Nice job,” she whispers before Natty can pass.

“Good luck,” Natty whispers back with a wide grin. 

She turns back to watch just as Ominis steps up next. Her heart skips a beat as she awaits for his to transform. The black cat whirls and twists into a black blob hovering in the air. Then, a horrible cry of pure agony emits from the blob. 

“Please. Stop! It hurts! Stop!” The voice cries. “You’re hurting me! Please! Leave me alone!” 

She gasps at the voice sounding… like her own. Ominis is frozen for a moment and she fears he won’t be able to cast the spell. 

“Riddikulus!” He shouts with a sharp, whip-like motion of his wand. 

The blob surges and the cries of pain turn into giggling and laughter. Ominis turns on his heel in a quick motion and is striding to go to the back. His expression is hard and cold. She senses the lingering chill of dread gripping him.  

She barely catches his arm before he passes. She searches for words as he awaits her with a neutral expression.

“You did well,” she whispers with a slight frown at how lackluster her response is. 

He gives her an amused smile, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze, before he joins Natty in the back with the others. Hearing her own voice crying out in pain… it troubles her and before she knows it, it’s her turn. 

She can’t deny her curiosity as to what could scare her. What is her fear? She takes a sure step forward to stand before the Boggart. 

“Time to see what our ‘Hero’ is afraid of,” Leander teases to Samantha. 

“Must admit, I’ve been waiting for this,” Samantha whispers back.

There’s more whispers about their curiosity, and they take their best educated guesses as to what could scare the ‘Hero of Hogwarts’. Ominis’ fists clench at their excitement. He grimaces, sucking in a deep breath as he hears the Boggart begin to transform. 

It whirls and turns until it manifests. Her breath leaves her in a shaky gasp and she can’t move. Looking down at her, is something she only sees in her nightmares. Herself. The reflection floats above her with glowing red eyes - staring right into her. Pure magic surrounds it in a near halo and it’s intoxicating. The magic ripples and electrifies the air, but it’s merely a taste. The copy’s hand extends out towards her - in offering. Its haunting expression is one of certainty - as if it already knows the answer to the silent request. Her mouth parts in both awe and horror. Her mind blanks on what to do.

There’s a heavy stillness in the air as the whole room falls silent. Ominis can barely breathe. The longer it takes for her to cast the spell, the more his heart races. 

“What’s happening? What is it?” He whispers in a desperate tone to Natty. 

Natty’s mouth parts and closes, “It’s… her. But, it’s wrong. Her eyes… they’re so cold.” 

Ominis’ nails dig into his palm and he can feel her rising panic with every second that passes. He longs to go to her, but Professor Hecat beats him to it. With a smooth movement of her wand, Professor Hecat knocks the Boggart back into the wardrobe - locking it with a solid click. 

“I-I believe that’s enough for today.” Hecat says, sparing a concerned glance towards the frozen Fifth Year. “Class dismissed.”

Students shuffle around her and she finally breaks from her frozen state. Ominis shoves his way through the clustered students towards her, but she’s out of the room before anyone can stop her. Ominis doesn’t hesitate to go after her, making it all the way to the doorway. 

“Mister Gaunt.” Professor Hecat calls. 

Ominis wants to ignore the summoning, but he stops his pursuit and angles his head towards the Professor.

“Yes, Professor?” He does a poor job of keeping his annoyance at bay, but he doesn’t care about being polite at the moment. 

“A moment, if you wouldn’t mind.” Professor Hecat heads towards her office, not bothering to see if he’ll follow. 

Ominis grimaces while the rest of the students file out, all whispering about what they had seen of her Boggart. ‘Strangely beautiful’ is used several times and ‘I don’t know what was so scary about that’ is muttered, which only makes him more concerned for her. He grips his wand tight in his hand as he forces himself to see what Professor Hecat wants. 

As soon as he enters her office, she wastes no time - much to his relief.

“I know you and her are close,” Professor Hecat states, leaving no room for questioning nor denying the statement. “Which is why I felt it prudent to warn you.” 

Ominis’ brows raise and his eyes burn with curiosity. 

“Warn me of what?” Ominis questions. He walks more into the room and Hecat flicks her wand to shut the door. 

Hecat sighs, “I’m not sure if she’s told you about the events that transpired beneath Hogwarts. And her involvement.”

Ominis face falls and Hecat nods as if she had already anticipated his response.

“I do hope she does. Being so young,” Hecat sighs with a frown. “However gifted you may be, it does not shield you from witnessing such horrible things.” 

“What happened?” Ominis demands then winces at his biting tone. “Please… I would like to know what happened.”

Professor Hecat is silent for several seconds and Ominis can feel his patience beginning to ebb away. 

“You will have to ask her for the true explanation, as I only witnessed bits and pieces. And her subsequent return with the absence of Professor Fig. But, I can say - with utmost certainty - she has the look in her eyes of someone frightened. Haunted by the choices they made. I know it all too well that look,” Professor Hecat’s features fall and she adds in a quiet voice, “And the damage it does to someone, if left alone. I hope, as her friend, she will confide in you.” 

“But, she hasn’t. S-She refuses to.” His voice wavers and he clamps his mouth shut. Ominis’ brows furrow and his lips press into a tight line. “I’ve been patient. But, it only seems to be pushing her away.”

“Then, you must be more direct and less delicate,” Professor Hecat replies. “Being soft and gentle will do her no good. If she has not opened up to you on her own thus far, then she never will. Which will leave you with the unfortunate task of trying to extract what troubles her yourself.” 

Ominis remains silent, his dark brows furrowing together into a harsh scowl. Hecat sighs once more. She goes towards the window, placing her hands behind her back as she stares out to the castle ground. 

“I believe Salazar Slytherin was gifted in the arts of Legilimency. An arguably useful and pragmatic gift. And, I would imagine, such a gift would be passed down. Especially to direct, esteemed heirs, such as yourself,” she turns to face Ominis with pursed lips. “Perhaps, an ability like that would prove useful to glean what may be troubling your friend. Before it’s too late.”

“Do you not hear yourself?! Even if I did possess such an ability, I would never enter her mind without her express permission!” Ominis’ scowl deepens with a shake of his head. “You make her sound like she’s in danger.”

“She is. And she may already realize it,” Hecat says as she approaches Ominis. “She wields a power I have never seen before in all my years as an Unspeakable. And I have seen what a mere iota of the power she possesses does to those that are not fit to wield it. It corrupts them. Taints them. Until there’s nothing left, but a wanting, insatiable, hunger for more.” 

Professor Hecat says in a low, serious tone, “If she has had a taste of this, then she is in great danger. Not just to herself. But, to everyone. She must not be left idly alone. And we cannot be placid until we deem it fitting to intervene. The time to act is now.”

Ominis’ brows pinch and his nose scrunches as he hisses,

 “She is not some power-hungry lunatic, Professor. I’ve been around enough of them to know. She is nothing like that.” 

“Not yet,” Hecat whispers. “But, a disease is not always present at the early stages, until it is too late.”

Ominis’ throat tightens and Professor Hecat continues,

“If you wish to help her, then you must find out what happened. If not for her sake, then for all of ours. Before it is too late to help.”

Professor Hecat watches Ominis pale with her steely eyes and she relents.

“You may go. Thank you for your time, Mister Gaunt,” she spares him a final glance and a pitiful smile. “And, good luck.”

He doesn’t hesitate to leave, rushing out of the Astronomy Wing until he’s outside. He fills his lungs with the crisp spring air and he lets himself fall against the bridge’s railing. He grips onto the stone beam, feeling indentions form into the flesh of his palm. Students pass by him with hushed whispers and he feels their eyes upon him as they pass. His intense scowl makes his brows pinch deeply together. He closes his eyes, struggling under the heavy weight of an impossible choice. 

Could her Ancient Magic truly be as devastating as the Dark Arts? He doesn’t know. And if he’s to help her, then she must speak to him. He turns his wand to where she is and heads towards her. 

Ominis’ steps are heavy, even as he nears her. She’s hidden herself away in the Clocktower, making herself so small, he barely recognizes her. He steps in front of her, shading her from the warmth of the sun, and she turns to look up at him. She shouldn’t be surprised that he’s found her, and she pulls her knees closer to her chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispers with no bite to her words. 

Ominis frowns then extends his hand out to her. She looks at his silent offer then up to his worried face. She lets out a small breath then she takes his hand and he helps her to her feet. He doesn’t say anything as he leads her away. 

They walk in silence off the school grounds and into the countryside. They climb up a hill and at the top she lets out a surprised gasp at what she sees. 

Below them, are fields of flowers covering the numerous hills. Pinks, oranges, yellows, blues, purples, whites - there’s no end to the plethora of shades and it spreads across the landscape like rolling waves. The colors and scents dance in the breeze and the sun-kissed blooms sway gently under the cloudy sky. The sea of flowers is a stunning tapestry of vibrancy and the embodiment of spring. And the earthy, floral aroma is all the more inviting as she takes a deep breath in. 

“I found this place my Second Year,” Ominis says with a warm smile as he looks towards her, giving her hand a soft squeeze. “I’ve been wanting to take you here once spring arrived. It may not be spectacular, but it smells pleasant enough and the breeze is nice.” 

He invites her to sit next to him in the plush grass, and she does - with him keeping a tight hold of her hand. She stares at the rolling sea of endless wildflowers, watching butterflies flutter between the blooms. She stretches her hands out towards one of the flowers near her, feeling over its velvety, delicate petals with a soft smile. It’s like a different world on top of this hill. She could stay here forever - holding his hand and admiring flowers.

“You still haven’t told me what happened.” 

He says it so quietly, it’s easy to pretend he didn’t say anything at all. So, she does. Choosing to remain quiet and stare at their interlaced hands.

“I wish you would,” he squeezes her hand, forcing her to acknowledge him. 

She closes her eyes, feeling the breeze upon her face and the sweet smell of the flowers it brings. 

“It was me,” she whispers. “Your Boggart. I… it was me screaming.” 

Ominis shifts in place and he furrows his brows. 

“Yes.”

She frowns, staring at their joined hands. He lets out a heavy exhale and his brows pinch together at her silent refusal to speak. He feels over the top of her hand, running his finger-tips over her knuckles. 

“I fear losing you,” he admits quietly. “And if pain were to come for you at my hands…,” 

His features contort into a stiff expression and she shifts to be closer to him. She places her other hand on top of his.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cause you such grief,” she whispers.

“You don’t,” he states firmly. His eyes search for hers as he shakes his head. “There are many things in my life which have caused me pain and suffering. But, never you.”

His features fall, “This fear - only means that I truly care about you. And I fear I would be lost without you. You’re important to me. And that frightens me at times - how close you are to me.” He raises his face to look towards hers, “But, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

She looks into his earnest gaze with a soft gasp. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Ominis,” she whispers.

“But, you are,” he hisses. “You’re slipping away from me, piece by piece and I can’t keep pretending you’re fine, when you’re so clearly hurting, my love.” 

The anguish and desperation written upon his face is heartbreaking, and she turns from him with a whimper. She’s starting to pull away from him again. He can feel it. The worries of Hecat whisper in his ear and he grimaces. 

“Please… just talk to me,” he pleads. 

She shuts her eyes with a near sob. She wants to. But, her tongue refuses to budge. Instead, she clamps harder on her inner cheek until all she tastes is blood. Her other hand balls up the fabric of her school robe draped across her thigh. She’s sure if the wind blows a fraction harder, she’d shatter into a million pieces. 

Her head lowers as she whimpers, “I-I need more time.”

He shuts his eyes with a grieved sigh. He hates these awful feelings within her. They’re tearing her apart. How long before there’s nothing left? 

He angles his face towards the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on his clammy face. He listens to the breeze as it passes through the grass and he hears the chittering of bugs around them. He takes a deep breath, smelling the floral scent of a hundred different flowers, then he turns to her. He holds her hand tighter. His decision, finalizing in his mind. This… is the only way. 

“Can you… show me the flowers?” He asks in a near whisper. 

Her brows rise in surprise, but nods with a soft smile.

“Of course,” she says while moving closer to him.

 She looks over the field, memorizing the scene before them. She looks back at him and reaches up to cup his cheek - guiding him to look right into her eyes. 

He hesitates, the taste of bile coats his tongue, but he glimpses into her mind despite it. He wades through her thoughts until the view of the flowers appears before him. He gasps at the bright, impossibly vibrant, colors. He’s captivated in her memory. It’s beautiful. Far more beautiful than he ever imagined this place to be. And she’s… happy. Peaceful. Even if this horrible, vile fear lingers in the distance like a persistent shadow. He sucks in a sharp breath. 

His hand reaches out to her cheek, stroking his fingers gently along her face. He promised to protect her… He presses his lips together into a thin line as he holds her head in place.

“Forgive me,” he whispers as he pushes deeper into her mind with her unable to resist. 

He views her memories of the battle with Ranrok. Reliving every detail until she emerges victorious. He presses on, searching for every instance of this fear which has plagued her. He catches glimpses of the nightmare in Divinations and finally the Boggart from today. It’s herself… staring back with a hauntingly beautiful smile and a terrifying offer as it stretches out its hand towards her. Her fear of succumbing to this incredible, dangerous power makes his heart break. She’s been suffering alone with this burden, all because she fears his response.

He parts from her mind with a gasp while she lets out a startled cry. She stares at him in disbelief, his hands still clutching onto her face in a once tender moment. 

He… saw. He knows. 

Her head snaps away from him, tearing herself from his grasp. She doesn’t want to see his reaction, nor does she want to process the betrayal she feels rising in her gut and gnawing at her heart. She summons her broom and Ominis reaches out towards her.

“Wait!” 

His hand grasps the air and he falls forward. He hears the thundering whoosh of her leaving and the air slams into his face. The grass and flowers rustle from a mighty gale and his heart thunders in his ears. He covers his hand over his mouth in horror as a  frightening chill settles onto his chest and seeps into his very bones.

What has he done?

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AN: Ah yeah. let's go. we got it all. Natty, Cabbages, Ominis Trauma and Comfort, and then BETRAYAL muahaha

I was wondering if this would be in character for Ominis to peer inside MC's mind, but i think it would be. mainly cause his fear of losing her far out weighs anything else in his mind. like a necessary evil type thing. And also Sebastian not wanting to see his boggart... hehe. AND i may have made Hecat a bit morally gray, but come on. she was with the ministry.

also, Leta's Flashback when she sees that Boggart heavily inspired me. I wanted MC's boggart to be beautiful. But terrifying. Much like power. (so meta. so deep. so wow). But idk just watching young Leta see that boggart and the lil gasp is just *perfect*

anyways, feedback welcomed and hope to have the next part out soon!!!!!! :D :D :D <3

[fitzs-space]

Watched Labyrinth last night with @galacticjay1, and my brain worms took over.

So woe, hermitcraft Labyrinth au be upon ye

Gem as Sarah, main character energy unfortunately but someone's gotta do it. she's the type to just end up in situations. that way the baby Toby can be her puppy Winnie. [alt option would have been Scott, cause Scott's got the vibe to just be in places, but he could not be bothered to actually go through the labyrinth]

Bdubs as Hoggle, just look at him. the tolken short guy whos forced to help and will complain every step of the way about it, and will completely kissass up to their boss. Also both having a prized possession always kept at their side [the Clock, and the bundle of jewelry]

Scar as Jareth the Goblin King, Yea. Who else.

Etho as Ludo, just vibes really. Quiet dude willing to help and can just do wild shit for no good reason. [alt option was Doc, cause he's got the tall brute force energy to him as well, by they said it didn't fit. Docs got more of a higher energy to him then what would fit]

Rens Sir Didymus, Dog Knight. eccentric mf who screams out soliloquys going on about saving the fair madden they have devoted their time and service to, is that Sir Didymus or Ren? yes. Ok those are the main ones, now onto the other characters met in the labyrinth in approximate order of appearance

Xisuma is the worm. look at that mf and tell me I am wrong, one of the lines is this dude asking Sarah to come in for a cup of tea. Id apologize to the Xisuma enjoyers, but this is tumbler and people know he's a bit of a wet paper bag kinda guy.

Impulse and Skizz are the door Guards, The guards have no idea what's going on and neither do those two. I know its Technically the "Four Guards" and It could be team Zits, but the vibe isn't there fully. the type of mfs to mislead someone by pure accident[Skizz], and also cause its a lil funny[Impulse]

Martin as the False Alarms, their entire roll is to dramatically shout false warnings at the people who pass. If I didn't make the man who abuses the voice effects on his GoXLR as the rocks who wait to shout at people, I'd be making a mistake. [listener ass bitch] Also there is straight up a line where one of them goes "oh please, we don't get to shout these very often, its only our job" in some posh voice, then go back to the deep dramatic shouting. and that's just Martin man.

Grian and Mumbo as the Door Knockers, vibes [its also funny to make everyone's favorite guys as characters only seen for five minuets at most] If any two guys are going to be subjected to living their life forever constantly shouting at each other barely being able to understand what the other is saying, it'd be those two. Grian would be the Left, would also scream if he couldn't hear someone [Watcher allegations also] Mumbo as right because the ring in his mouth could be drawn as his mustache

Tango's a Firey, look at him. Cartoon ass bitch, the entire scuffed greenscreen dance sequence is on par with his thumbnails. I know there are supposed to be five of the dudes, but shhhh Zedaph would also fit with these fuckers. the type of guy who could probably detach his head, but still knows that there are manners and its rude to throw someone else's head

Pearl as the Junk Lady, she's the cleaning lady and collects trash, was it ever a question? And Pearls gremlin voice is the exact same as the Junk lady's voice

Doc's the lil fairies at the beginning of the labyrinth, everyone say thank you to Doccy for butterfly truthing Doc.

Jellie as just all the goblins, Scar the Jellie king instead of the Goblin king. The threat of Winnie getting turned into a cat is kinda funny, also there's the Humongous? that's a Jellie panda

the only main characters Im missing is the Wise Man and the Hat, I just do not know who to put them as, maybe Xb and Keralis cause of vibe? or Xb and Hypno cause of the horsehead farms bit. I do not know.

All that will come from this is me maybe drawing Ren and Scar as the characters, feel free to do what you want with this, my brain just needed to scream about this really

[ineffabildaddy]

6, 8, and 21 for the soft asks <3

omg hiii hehehe

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

oh god okay, physical: my tattoos are sick, my beard's coming along nicely, and ermmm i'm stacked in the back lmfao

non-physical: i try to be a friendly person, i'm very organised and clean at work which i'm proud of, anddd i'd like to think i know a good amount about music

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good

this bit's gna be long so i'll put it under the cut dlfjlkdg

@raining-stars-somewhere-else he's an inactive king atm but he's my bestie and i love him<3 so so hilarious and observant and talented and kind. he's my dude and he means a lot to me go away

@sad-chaos-goblin i feel like i can be totally insane around you and you'll get on my wavelength immediately, it's amazing dlkkkljgfjkld. also i feel really lucky to be friends with someone so well-rounded and driven and fun, not to mention compassionate<3 i'm really really lucky to have met you and i hope we get to do irl adventures in the nearish future!!! until then we're great friends from afar!!!

@omens-for-ophelia we're just perfectly matched for our headcanons and kinks and shit and i absolutely love it. u get me, i get u, we get each other on this front and on many others!!! ur an extremely nurturing person too. i also love having u around bc ur full of fun facts and passion and energy, and of course ur art is absolutely incredible, i'm scratching at the walls just thinking about it dklkjldfgjkl. can't wait to create more absolutely feral works of crowley and aziraphale [redacted] in various ways hahahhkshjdf. and also hopefully have some london hangouts soon<3

@queer-reader-07 of course i've gotta mention ya because you're one of my fave blogs! i feel so warm and welcome reading all your posts and tags because you're a very lovely individual, and you've also got so many valuable things to say and i really look forward to seeing your takes on everything<3 also as i said before ur a very funny person and i enjoy that heh. i always get so excited when u pop up in my notifs i'm like little old me????

@foolishlovers bestie your writing makes me so happy but chatting and things makes me even happier<3 you're a really enthusiastic friend to have and you've got so many wonderful qualities that i just wanna share the love as much as possible hehe. i'm very glad we're doing shhh it's a secret together and that we've become close in general uwu

@crowleyslvt ur a little lad who's always got something hilarious and insightful to say about literally anything i come to u with, whether it's fkn silly memes or an existential crisis lol. you have such a unique way of looking at the world and i really enjoy it. also having a giggle with u is always top tier and on top of that ur a very supportive king<3 and of course u writing's delish at all times in any context

@voluptatiscausa i can literally tell you my most redacted thoughts and you'll be like yeah this is just another day at the office dkffjddgl. you're a silly and goofy guy (gn) who's simultaneously very easy to open up to which is always a comfort<3 the fact that we both like mitchell and webb makes us collectively Not Like Other Girls and we need to capitalise on that more tbh. also i greatly enjoy ur writing ofc

@bowtiepastabitch you're jokes. also we're very different and yet somehow the same brand of fucked up which i love<3 the lore could not be more disparate but the vibes could not be more immaculate. pls continue to be my friend smh

some more legends i love @crowleyholmes @fearandhatred @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @celestialcrowley @sabotage-on-mercury @quoththemaiden @ineffable-rohese @crawley-fell

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

probably this - one day you're going to start sticking up for yourself, i promise<3

[what-gs-watching]

“Because  what is a coincidence but a form of accident?”

So I went home for Christmas for the first time in like four years, which was really nice. Sometimes it’s good to be surrounded by family. But try as I might, I couldn’t convince a room full of adults who have never actually seen Doctor Who to watch the new Christmas special. 

Clearly, my family is a little bit lame. 

Which means I was late to watching The Church on Ruby Road, but finally got into it the other day and y’aaaaall, that was cute. 

15 is gonna be his own whole thing, and I’m climbing aboard, for better or worse. Are we pandering to gen-z a little bit? Yes. But I think I’m okay with it. Sometimes you need to shake shit up. 

Wherein the Doctor meets Ruby Sunday, a ‘foundling’ born on Christmas Eve, that has been having a ton of weird accidents and/or coincidences. Hijinx and numerous outfit changes ensue. 

Everyone is talking about the fashion, and I love that 15 is just like ‘I’m gonna do whatever, why are we always wearing the same damn thing?’ Amazing kilt? Yes. Gorgeous leather jacket that seems like a callback to something Donna had worn with 10? Absolutely. Weird little zip up sweaters? For sure. 

Baby boy, you are gonna be SO interesting. 

Okay so, Ruby was a baby abandoned on Christmas Eve, and then adopted by her foster mother. Once again we get like a tiny baby companion, this girl is 19 because of course she is. But she’s just living her life and dropping shit and tripping over things and weird things are happening to her and she thinks it’s all good but we can see weird little hands causing all of her mishaps and the Doctor is following her a little bit because he’s got an inkling something weird is happening. 

My favorite part of his lurking is obviously when he runs into her in the club - beauty is DANCING IT OUT. I absolutely love it. He bi-generates and is like ‘yo I know what i need’ and he just tears up the dance floor. Sometimes you need to get sweaty and let your brain drift away because there’s pulsing music and people everywhere. ‘Dance it out’ is one of the best ways to get over things, to remember you’re alive. I felt that so hard. I haven’t danced it out in FOREVER. 

Anyway, we find out that she and her adopted mother are still fostering children, and on Christmas Eve, Ruby’s birthday, they get assigned another foundling baby who was ALSO just born that day, what a coincidence! All about coincidences, this episode. 

So Ruby gets left with the baby while her mother pops out for something and SURPRISE! The baby gets taken through a window. Ruby obviously follows out the window, up to the roof, and sees little weird aliens taking the baby up a rope ladder, which she immediately starts to climb. Gotta love a new companion going for it. 

The doctor sees her, and starts jumping from roof to roof to follow her, and he jumps onto the rope ladder too and they’re suspended precariously in the air. This little smartie pulls out a set of gloves - he says he invented them because he’s always hanging off of things. Each of them put one on, and they take the weight and the pressure and let the two of them dangle off the rope ladder, easy as anything. 

This dude comes out swinging with these gloves - gloves that would have let Rose hang on and not been sucked into the other reality. Righting wrongs all over the place, it’s sweet. 

So they climb up the rope and to a super weird wooden ship in the sky - we learn the creatures are goblins, and they’re immediately caught and tied up. But the Doctor can get out of that, obviously, and he’s saying that the goblins are gonna eat the baby and that coincidence is what makes the baby tasty, because that makes sense.

He says that the goblins went back in Ruby’s timeline and started weaving in her accidents and coincidences, entwining her and the baby, making a tapestry. He says it’s the language of luck, and it’s a new science to him, and he’s so excited by it. I always love how excited the Doctor gets when he comes face to face with something he doesn’t know. 

Ruby calls the goblins time travelers and he gets so offended, saying “They are not time travelers. Excuse me! Time travelers are great. Like, the best. Like, wow.” It’s adorable. But he doesn’t tell her he is one. He also doesn’t tell her he’s an alien, at any point in their adventure. And she doesn’t ask. Which is interesting. 

So they need to get out of the little hold they’re in to save the baby, and the Doctor realizes the ship is tied together with knots, so he has to learn that language too, and he does. They escape into some equivalent of ventilation shafts, and they stumble upon the main area of the ship where a ton of goblins are getting ready to devour a baby.

But FIRST, they’re gonna do a musical number? The lyrics of which explain what’s going on, and introduces the Goblin King? Because that’s something we’re doing now. I told you, I’m climbing aboard. So it’s hilarious when the Doctor and Ruby drop down from the rafters and the Doctor is like ‘I’m going with it’ and he joins in on the song, Ruby too. Like fuck it, this is weird and we’re DOING it. 

So they use their part of the musical number to distract everyone and get their hands on the baby, and the Doctor reverses the power of his new fancy gloves to pull them down out of the ship, and back to Ruby’s apartment. 

Nice and clean, right? Back in the house, the Doctor says he doesn’t think the ship will try to invade, that they thrive on accidents instead so they start running around the house making sure that nothing can go wrong. In the middle of it, Ruby’s mom comes home and they’re trying to explain the Doctor and reassure her that everything’s fine and the three of them are in the room with the baby and they’re talking about all the kids that Ruby’s mom has fostered, 33 including the baby. 

The Doctor says “I’m adopted”, so we really are going with the timeless child thing, but the point is it’s a coincidence and there’s a weird storm brewing outside and then there’s a loud CRACK and the roof of the apartment has a giant seam running through it and the Doctor runs through the house to make sure everything is alright, he thinks that maybe the goblins have gone and wrecked the apartment as a parting gift, but when he makes it back to the bedroom, there is only the baby and Ruby’s mom. Ruby is gone. 

And her mom has completely forgotten her. The pictures of all the foster kids she had on her refrigerator are gone, and she’s complaining about needing to  foster this random baby on Christmas Eve, she’s clearly not the woman she was, and the Doctor realizes the goblins have gone, but they’ve gone back to the night Ruby was left outside a church, and have taken her instead. 

Out to the TARDIS he goes to intercept them. And they’re there, the night Ruby was abandoned, singing again about how they’re going to eat her. So he uses his gloves again, he gets a hold of their rope ladder and he starts to PULL. Down, and down, and down. And the ship is directly over the church that’s got a nice pointy little steeple. And it gets impaled. And we see the steeple go directly through the Goblin King, and then boom, the entire ship disintegrates.

Super helpful, those gloves. Finding positivity in past trauma, and all that. 

So the Doctor grabs baby Ruby and puts her outside the church door like she’s supposed to be, and she gets scooped up exactly the way she had been meant to. And the Doctor sees her mother walking away, and Ruby had so desperately wanted to know who she was, but he doesn’t go after her. I can’t help but think that’s going to be a thing, later. That sort of situation is always a thing, later. 

Back in the present, the Doctor returns to the apartment and Ruby is fine, if a little confused. He tells her that they went back and she was gone and she doesn’t understand it but then he’s popping out again because he needs to help a woman who had gotten caught up in Ruby’s accidents and coincidences. Once that’s done, he’s  out on the street again, about to go back inside but he stops and he says “maybe I’m the bad luck” so don’t worry y’all, not all that trauma is gone. He’s still doubting Doctor a little bit underneath. 

Meanwhile, Ruby is putting it together a little bit. The stuff he had said about time travelers and how the goblins went back and how he mentioned spending a summer with Houdini and she grabs her coat and runs out to the street. And there’s the box. With its door open, just a bit ajar. And she peeks in, and then she circles it, touching the sides. She doesn’t SAY it’s bigger on the inside, but her face implies it. 

And then she gets in. And she asks, “who are you?” and he just smiles all debonair and he says “I’m the Doctor.” 

Basically, I’m bought in. Even if it was a little bit silly, and I never got an explanation about what the goblins really were or where they were from. Even if we’re using random gadgets now. Because each of them are their own thing, and that’s what’s so good about it. You have to let the last one go a little bit. You have let each one of them go, a little bit, and embrace whoever the Doctor is now. Which I’ve struggled with in the past, after Matt Smith I was devastated for a while and ended up just binging 12 and 13 a little begrudgingly, but I’m gonna follow 15 along his way, and it’s gonna be different and weird and good. It’s always good. 

15, let’s get it.

[lildoodlenoodle]

How I would have personally wrote the villains in Marvel Spider Noir

First my bias (that’s a little controversial), didn’t enjoy the carney gimmick. Now don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of critiques they could’ve made of the 1920-30s treatment of disabled people and ‘carney culture’ that they didn’t do that would have made me like it more. I could get into the ‘why’ more but for now I’ll just say I didn’t like it.

Black Cat/White Widow - not a villain, but she’s here. Honestly I just wish we got more of her, she is such an interesting character and unlike the majority of Felicia’s we’ve met. I would have definitely leaned more into the White Widow thing AND given her a storyline with Daredevil and Electra(Eliza).

Chameleon - No notes really. The like melting face scene was awesome, just wish we saw more of it.

Doc Ock - Let’s get it out of the way: Making the two disabled villains also nazis was very ableist, and very much villainized the disability.(I’m making a post going more in depth dw) And to be quite honest, dude did not need to be disabled. You could change very little and still have the same story with him not being disabled, the only thing is we’re less likely to get the multiple arms. So I also would have had him come back. I would’ve had his boat go down and him have a ‘transformation’. I’d probably keep it in the same mystical eldritch god vein, but like an octopus god so we get freaky octopus Octavious.

Goblin - The fake skin thing was kinda a stretch for me(of all things ik lol) but whatever. Again, leaning away from the carney stuff and leaning into curses and eldritch god horror. I think him making a deal makes the most amount of sense, cause in other comics HE HAS! I’d still keep him a freak and I’d consider not killing him off and actually sending him to jail in the first run. It just feels like a cop out by the narrative so Peter can avoid truly exploring his morality and the consequences of working with a corrupt system(sending Norman to jail). Would I also have Peter eventually kill him when he gets out of jail? Yes.

Huma - she’s an interesting character, not one of the typical Spider-Man villains… but that whole comic was kinda a mess so it’s kinda hard to pick apart what she actually was and what her relationship towards Peter was supposed to be. The concept of someone else who is embodying a god but using it for evil is a nice contrast to Peter and the spider god.

Kraven - honestly I feel like they kind of wasted the character. Like I do get what they were going for but there is sooo much potential there. I would have had him come in after Peter felt established as the Spider to hunt him. Maybe he was after the spider statue and came across The Spider instead? There’s just a lot you could do there with the whole mystical aspect too. Like he could’ve been a monster hunter and Peter is just another monster to him.

Lizard - Again with the disabled Nazi thing but whatever. His appearance was very much blink and you’ll miss it in EWAF. And I believe he’s one of the scientists who gets apprehended(?). I saw in a fic recently the idea that the US gov. cuts a deal with him where he can still do science but for them, and I agree with that a lot. It makes sense, cause the US actually did that A LOT before and after WW2 with Nazi scientists. And I could see an interesting Lizard story line coming from that, where he gets to be a freak of his own creation.

Mysterio - Making him a two bit magician who stumbles across actual magic and immediately uses it for evil is so funny to me.

Sandman - I liked this more than I thought I would. Making him just a condensed hulk of a man is so funny to me but absolutely brutal.

Shocker - again hard to judge but whatever, dude’s kinda meh. His steroid version tho was crazy.

Venom - We’ve gotten 1/5 of a comic of this guy but I do not care. I think what the comics have set up is super interesting, because this a symbiote that didn’t contact Peter before Eddie, AND Eddie is a priest. One who fully believes all the bad things he does, including his gambling addiction, is in service of god and the greater holy good. AND WE’RE EXPOSING A SYMBIOTE TO THAT? As it’s FIRST HOST? Not going to end well. Ik I’ve been saying symbiote but we don’t actually know if that’s what this is. With the things we’ve seen in this universe it is very possible that this is some form of mythical or eldritch creature rather than extraterrestrial. And personally I’d go with the former.

Vulture - … it’s weird in how many universes he’s a cannibal. But anyways, again I would have moved away from the carney thing and more into the mystical thing. We have god like creatures chilling in the wings in this universe, USE THEM. Maybe he was chosen, more likely he cut a deal of some sort and became a monster from that. I also would have made him more of a monster, not just the teeth but also vulture eyes and talons/scales, maybe even some patchy feathers on his shoulders and arms.