#This is just one installment in the AU

[dickinfectionbez]

Brother Dearest, Boyfriend Dearest

"JUST GET TOMATOED FOR FUCKS SAKE" Guy screamed as he tossed tomatoes in Sweetheart’s general vicinity, missing and hitting a wall instead. Sweetheart phased in and out of view, a grin on their face.

Milo meets Sweetheart's brother and Guy bugs his sibling. Honey enjoys the company of their old roommate and their boyfriend.

SIBLING AU - Sweetheart and Guy are siblings. Featuring They/them Honey and Sweetheart.

“I don’t know about this Sweetheart,” Milo said, fiddling with his collar. “What happens if I slip up? What happens if I fuck up and accidentally shift?” Sweetheart walked over to their mate, enveloping his hands in theirs. Milo sighed as their foreheads touched, “you’re going to be fine. Think of it like a pack meeting.” He leaned back, face deadpan. They laughed before grabbing onto Milo’s collar, pulling him into a kiss.

“Kiss me like that again Sweetheart and I don’t think we’ll be able to get out the door,” he said, hands roaming their hips, fingertips dancing. 

“Milo Greer!” Sweetheart exclaimed, laughing, “don’t even try to get out of this dinner with my brother. Guy really wants to meet you. I want him to meet you.” Milo groaned before kissing Sweetheart softly, “okay baby, let me just put my shoes on.” They rubbed his left arm before heading off to put their own shoes on.

The car ride over was blissfully silent, the radio playing in the background as Milo’s thumb rubbed circles on Sweetheart’s thigh. 

Sweetheart and Milo stood in front of Guy’s front door, Milo looking at his mate fix their hair. He rested his hand on their cheek, pulling them towards him and into a kiss. Sweetheart carded their hands into his hair, not noticing the front door open. 

“EW!” Guy screamed as Milo and Sweetheart pulled away quickly. Guy continued to stare at the couple with disgust as Honey pushed their way under his arm, pulling their self-proclaimed sibling-in-law inside the house. Milo stood frozen under Guy’s scrutinising eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Guy said before ushering Milo inside.

The house smelt like onions and olives as Guy and Milo walked into the empty kitchen. Guy dragged a hand over his face, “So” he said leaning back against the counter, “you’re the guy fondling my sibling. So what are you, Daemon? Werewolf? Elemental? Vampire?” Milo choked on his spit. “Wha-what how?” Guy chuckled before opening the fridge, pulling out a bowl of tomatoes. “I’m guessing werewolf with the wet dog cologne. Don’t look at me like that, my sibling can become invisible, I may be ‘un-empowered’, but I got a good nose. Shame though, I was gonna make a bloody dick sucking joke.” He handed Milo the bowl, inspecting a tomato.

“I didn’t expect you to know, pretty dumb of me now that I think of it.” Milo mumbled looking at the bowl, “do you want help making tomato sauce or something?” Guy took the bowl back and started to walk into the living room, “no, just fulfilling a yearly tradition. Just some brotherly love.” Milo stood still confused, before he heard screaming.

"JUST GET TOMATOED FOR FUCKS SAKE" Guy screamed as he tossed tomatoes in Sweetheart’s general vicinity, missing and hitting a wall instead. Sweetheart phased in and out of view, a grin on their face. Honey held their head in their hands shouting, “MIND THE TABLE. DON’T HIT THE FOOD PLEASE.” Milo caught a stray tomato, jokingly offering it to Honey as he sat down on the sofa next to them. “Is he always like this?” Honey took the tomato, “are they always like this?” Milo smiled, nodding as Guy let out a frustrated scream. Honey spun the tomato, throwing it in an empty corner, hitting an invisible wall. 

Sweetheart materialised, seeds on their forehead and a scowl on their face. “Goddamn it” They said as Milo pulled them into his lap, lovingly wiping their forehead clean. Guy plopped himself into Honey’s lap with a huff. Honey shot Guy a look before turning to look at Sweetheart, “you can’t hide from the person who caught you stoned with a certain incubus when we used to be roommates.” 

Milo chuckled, arms snaking their way around Sweetheart’s waist. He leaned forward, whispering into their neck, “stoned with an incubus? How scandalous baby.” Guy gagged loudly, two fingers in his mouth. Sweetheart smacked his arm lightly.

“Did I ever tell you about the dog?” Guy asked nobody in particular all of a sudden. Sweetheart and Milo shook their heads. “So I deliver pizza to this one couple that live in the slightly haunted apartments in West Dahlia and they have a huge dog but I never see the dog and the guy together. It's so weird, the dog is like absolutely massive.” Sweetheart and Milo shared a look, “oh does he order chicken barbeque pizza with spicy wings?” Guy nodded, “yeah that’s Asher. He’s my pack mate, second in command of the pack actually.”

Honey’s eyebrows raised and Guy paused, “the dog is a man?” he asked himself. Milo nodded sympathetically, “the dog is a man who once cried after he forgot to get the name of a guy we played with on a Halo server last week. The guy was an ace though. Jammed to California Girls the whole time.” Guy high-fived Milo, the latter caught off-guard slightly, “DUDE!” Guy exclaimed, “that was me!” The two of them launched into a heated discussion of the game, Guy getting off Honey’s lap to start a quick round between the four of them.   

“Why don’t we have dinner first?” Honey asked hurriedly, hungry after a day of dinner preparations. Sweetheart mouthed a ‘thank you’ as the four of them moved to the table. Milo poured drinks and Honey served plates ladened with grilled chicken and roasted vegetables. “No pizza then?” Sweetheart said, kicking Guy’s leg. Honey groaned as they began to eat, light conversation sparking between bites. Milo reached out, holding Sweetheart’s hand, oblivious to Guy doing the same to Honey.

The night rolled to a close, Sweetheart leaning on Milo, half-asleep as they both stumbled out to the car. Guy watched him buckle them into the passenger seat of the car, kissing them lightly on the forehead before closing the door quietly to not wake them up. He waved to Guy and Honey before sitting in the driving seat.

“You happy?” Honey asked Guy, hugging him softly. He kissed the top of their head as he began to walk them both into their bedroom, “yeah. I’m happy.”

[strangersatellites]

AU where steve and eddie are neighbors and pet parents to furry friends who are near replicas of themselves.

eddie is a dog dad to a massive doberman named zeus who wears a chain for a collar and has a permanently angry face. despite his appearance and general demeanor, zeus is a scaredy cat when it comes to other animals. eddie is always worried leaving him behind with his friends. scared that their own pets are going to make zeus nervous the whole time he’s gone and that he’s going to get even more shy as a result.

steve is the proud owner of a beautiful white persian cat with the prettiest blue eyes named charlotte. she’s picky with her food and very selective with who she decides she likes. so far, steve and robin are her favorites and every pet sitter steve has ever chosen was quickly on her shit list. every other animal she’s even met is too. even down to robin’s fish. that lives in a tank. and can’t bother her.

one day steve asks eddie if he could pet sit while steve’s gone back home for the weekend. tells him he has a cat who is too prissy for her own good and will probably be so dramatic if she doesn’t like something that he does. eddie laughs and he agrees but warns him he has a dog that’s kind of shy, but says he can keep them separated for a couple of days. steve drops charlotte off with her pink floor pillow and her food and his fingers crossed that he doesn’t get a call that she’s not eating within the hour.

when steve returns, having heard nothing from eddie all weekend, he’s beyond surprised when eddie answers the door with a smile and a “you’re not gonna believe this.”

he walks into eddie’s apartment and finds zeus curled up in his bed asleep and charlotte curled against his side peeking at steve and eddie with her head tilted.

against all odds, zeus and charlotte quickly become inseparable and steve and eddie do too.

au august day 5: pet sitters

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[wifiwuxians]

hey! to any of you who are xuechao lovers or are simply enjoyers of the revival AU (that i have lovingly compiled over on @xuechao), it would mean a lot to me if you'd read this little ficlet here! it's an instalment of the AU that sort of flew a bit under the radar and i'd like for it to be given a little more love (: it's just a small domestic scene, but it features the two running scams and some casual nudity and closeness 😏 it's goofy, it's silly, and it's pretty darn cute!

let them into your heart!

[crimeronan]

@meltedmercury jokingly saying princess AU luz is a covid puppy made me DESPERATELY need to go make a Separation Anxiety Compilation, so:

princess luz the covid puppy, with some bonus polyamory....

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and this one COULD be cut off after "this cannot be news to you," but i'm a Big Fan of whatever the fuck lumiter are doing here:

.....one of these days you three are gonna HAVE to DTR.

[phoenixcatch7]

The Wayne doll house

Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.

The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.

It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.

There was nothing there when he went back.

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The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.

The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.

So civilian it was.

Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.

"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."

"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.

"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."

Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.

"I think.... I would be best for that."

The team stared.

"Batsy?"

Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.

"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."

"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."

"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."

Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.

"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."

Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."

"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"

"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."

For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.

"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."

"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"

"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.

Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.

"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."

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"Alien?"

"No."

"Reanimated corpse?"

"No."

"Uh... Demon?"

"Hm. No."

"You're not just a meta human, are you?"

"No."

"Vampire?"

"No."

"Robot??"

"No."

"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"

"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.

"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."

"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."

Flash groaned again.

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Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!

'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.

So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.

With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.

"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."

The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.

He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.

The click of the door jerked his head up.

Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.

Flash screamed.

Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing

[nostalgia-tblr]

WE NEED MORE SHADY TRICKSTER SYLVIE IN FICS. THIS IS IMPORTANT. SHE'S LITERALLY THE HOT BADDY FROM THE FIRST AVENGERS MOVIE. LET HER FUCK SHIT UP. PLS. I BEG.

[tunastime]

CLASSIFIED

HASA Interspace Investigation Coalition Investigator Reassessment Team

For: the Mission Critical Event Occurring on Stardate 2104.119

Stardate: 2104.123, Location: HCS Influence

Responses recorded using the Automated Question and Answer System (AQNA) aboard the HCS Influence.

Recorded responses enclosed.

Begin transcribed data.

Interview for: IIC Employee #7717

Stated Name: Hels

SESSION BEGIN

AQNA [Generated Text Question]: Please explain the events of [stardate 2104.119]. Subject (Hels) [Recorded Verbal Response]: Well that’s an easy question. We got ambushed, that's what f—ing happened. It was supposed to be a standard datum extraction from a site that was supposed to be abandoned, because nobody decided it would be a good idea to check again. So we got ambushed mid-mission. That's what happened. AQNA: Can you elaborate on the event that triggered the call-back sequence? Hels: What, you want me to draw you a diagram? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Hels: So no diagram? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Hels: The drop-squad successfully made ground contact after about half an hour of survey on our end. We assumed based off of initial information and our scans, that the site was uninhabited. I mean—it’s a decommissioned testing facility for something way more boring than what we’re usually sent for. Why the f— would there be… things living there. Things. They weren’t human. They weren’t me either. We triggered the call-back sequence because I watched everything go white so fast I thought I was seeing the inside of my skull. Ex is the only reason I got out alive. I’m sure he’s… thrilled. AQNA: Were you unable to retrieve the body and equipment of [#7716]? Hels: I didn’t see him. On account of the pulse grenade. Did you watch the footage, or should I be playing narrator? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Hels: I don’t know where he is. I don’t know what they did to him. We lost all his vitals when the pulse fried our equipment at the site.  Interviewer: Can you elaborate on the status of [#7716]? Hels: What do you mean elaborate? What—he’s probably dead. Is that what you want to hear? He��s f—ing dead. He’s dead, you piece of shit machine. Go ask somebody else what they think. [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Interviewer: Can you speak to [#6763]’s competence as potential squadron leader? [No verbal recorded response available]

SESSION END

Interview for: IIC Employee #6763

Stated Name: Exania

SESSION BEGIN

AQNA [Generated Text Question]:  Please explain the events of [stardate 2104.119]. Subject (Exania) [Recorded Verbal Response]: We failed to complete our extraction procedure. I was able to reach the data site within an hour of touchdown, alongside the rest of the team. We successfully retrieved the abandoned facility data within our allotted time frame, but on the way back to extraction, we were ambushed and caught in the line of fire of the inhabitants that had taken over the facility. I was able to successfully extract the bridge crew and one other member of the drop-squad. AQNA: Can you elaborate on the events that triggered the call-back sequence? Exania: We were attacked? Someone started shooting. Someone threw a magnetizer and a pulse grenade. The two other drop-squad members took a majority of the flash, but it was bright. Everywhere was... painfully bright. I don't have much more to say on that. I just acted in the best interest of the team as second in command. AQNA: Were you unable to retrieve the body and equipment of [#7716]? Exania: He’s dead. What did you want us to do? Retrieve a handful of charred up equipment? I don’t think so. AQNA: Can you elaborate on the status of [#7716]? Exania: He’s dead. That’s it. AQNA: Can you speak to [#7717]’s competence as potential squadron leader? Exania: #7717? I can't.  AQNA: Can you elaborate? Exania: I can't. AQNA: Can't? Or won't? Exania: Does it matter? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] AQNA: Please elaborate on your specific involvement with the events of [stardate 2104.119]. Exania: I successfully extracted information from the facility on [REDACTED]. I successfully extracted my drop member #7717, Hels. We were unsuccessful at a full extraction of the entire crew. Look, did I not just say all of this? What's not clicking for you? I know you're just recording this answer looking for keywords. I'm not daft. I think we’re done. AQNA: You're excused. Exania: Thank you.

SESSION END

Interview for: IIC Employee #7716

Given Name: Wels

SESSION BEGIN

AQNA [Generated Text Question]: Please explain the events of [stardate 2104.119]. [No verbal recorded response available] [No AQNA Text Question Generated]

END SESSION

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ough....the laughingstock In My Head... im unwell....

[itsjaywalkers]

guys i've been writing the iwtywmm sequel all day but i haven't stopped thinking about the overprotective james series like . at all . not even for a single second

[destinywillowleaf]

read @iliketrainmen's fic, got inspired, now this exists =) someone should probably get napkins before the Stack melts too much (seriously go read it, it's a treat)

bonus versions below the cut with cameos and different lighting because that's who i am as a person

[crescentmoonrider]

Help(less)

Summary :

Senjurou works at Douma's office, and learns to help. Senjurou works at Douma's office, and learns that he can't do anything at all. Senjurou works, and learns that closure is something only some ghosts can give. (He wants to become more like Kyoujurou, more like Douma, more like Michikatsu. Wants to be someone the dead and the living can rely on.)

>read on AO3

>AU tag

[darlingsart]

Do you have any HCs on Achilles' piercings in a modern AU? And Pat as well? The last art you posted got me intrigued😊

Oh, I forgot to draw it in but Achilles is supposed to have one sleeve of tattoos too bc my modern AU is also a band AU lol and naturally the band is other tsoa/Iliad characters, Odysseus on the drums, Diomedes playing bass and Ajax (the greater) playing guitar. I’ll get more into in the fic I’m writing but it’s just my headcanon that in modern times, Achilles would be a musician so of course he’s gotta look the part, and in my AU he started this band when he was 16/17 ish with these older guys and that means getting fun (stupid?) tattoos and piercings to try and look cool and fit in lmao

As for the piercings, I think Achilles would have on both sides the first and second holes pierced which he got done probably when he first started his band and Thetis flipped out bc her baby ruined his ‘perfect little ears!’. And he’s got his septum pierced which he got around 17 once he left home (we’ll talk about that later too 🤫) so naturally a kid with freedom is going to do something stupid like let his band mates shove a needle through his nose. It was Odysseus who did it and the piercing is actually a little crooked but you can only tell if you really look.

I think Achilles also has an industrial (or bar) piercing in one ear too that he got when he was 19 ish, and both helix piercings but sometimes he forgets to put those in. He’s also got the stud nose piercing and he switches between that and the septum sometimes too. He tried to get a web piercing (under the tongue) but it rejected and he didn’t try it again bc the first time was painful and he’s a baby when it comes to pain.

As far as more intimate piercings, I think he’d be too scared to actually do them lmao like he’d talk a big talk about getting a nipple piercing or a more private area pierced and then when the needle comes out he’s just like ‘ACTUALLY—’ 😂

Okay now onto Pat; he’s only got his ears pierced lol just the first and second holes, which he probably got done as a teenager (Like 18 ish?) just because he thought they’d look neat, and because Briseis egged him on and said both would look cool. Sometimes he remembers to put them in, sometimes not and if he does, they’re usually just little black studs. I just don’t see him with a ton of piercings, or any tattoos. He appreciates them from a distance, and always admires the ones Achilles has but it’s not for him and that’s okay 👍🏽

Hope I’m not forgetting anything for these but yeah these are basically what I can think of right now! ❤️

[celestial-toys]

crawls out of my writing cave on all fours, disheveled and holding a twenty-four-thousand-word-long document between my teeth

[fionnaskyborn]

for the longest time i was a loss as to what to bring to the potluck because i thought i should bring something good and of high quality but then i realized that i was supposed to be having fun and that the whole point of the event is to have fun. so here i am, smiling at you, handing you a doodle of Guys From My AU because, let's face it, if i were to make a full illustration for any of them i'd only be able to participate in Potluck 2027. look at the itty bitty bastards :)

(the lineup is missing the team's AI but he was too darn itty bitty to draw next to the already ittybitty-fied Big Dudes)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

guys wait hold on. what if because eclipse had basically no information about the pendant and no idea what it looked like, what if he just has this huge hoard of pendants that he's grabbed thinking it was the right one.

aherm.

Witch Eclipse's Pendent Collection consists of (this isn't all of them, just the really dumb or interesting ones that I thought up of at 1 am):

Pendant that loops the last three thoughts in your head before you put it on. Nearly impossible to break this loop yourself; user is advised to have others present for assistance.

Pendant that allows you to see heat signatures but only at random intervals of the day. Shopping? That's great, everyone around you looks red and you can't make out any distinct figures for like, 2 hours.

Pendant that's basically just a magic 8 ball: extremely vague and does absolutely nothing to help with prophecies or fortune-telling.

Snake Pendant: Congratulations! Every snake within a five-mile radius now knows your exact location.

Pendant that allows you to talk to one specific species of salamander, which is most commonly used in potion making.

Pendant that gives you one glimpse at another person's life. However, it usually isn't a terribly important moment in time; just a passing thought or a short memory.

Summon a demon! :D (Only valid one time, runes not included.)

Spawns snowglobes into your house randomly (he has a TON of these thanks to this. He didn't even notice at first and thought the thing was just busted when nothing happened before he started finding snowglobes randomly around the house).

Tells you the most recent joke that everyone you can see has made; the joke usually floats over the person's head. Most of them aren't funny.

Gives you the most inconvenient skill depending on the situation. Landed in prison? You now know how how to shuffle a card deck! Lost in space? Welp, no luck there, buddy, but at least you can do some sick bicycle tricks now.

Tap into another person's magic reserves without losing much of your own.

Random quacking will sound from one spot in your house, but a duck spawns in another spot completely.