#canon verse: misc

[stormxpadme]

Whumptober 2024 No. 1 - Panic Attack

He woke up convinced, the tent roof must have torn. Sure, in the hurry of their departure, he'd probably been sloppy with the equipment check and reached for some old gear by accident which hadn’t withstood the test of heavy Canadian snow. Now his damn sleeping pad was soaked and by sunrise, he'd probably be down with some flu instead of helping his mission partner hunt down the deserted Weapon X armory they'd come here to check on after some alarming activity readings close by lately …

Only that couldn’t be quite right because he wasn’t freezing. At all.

The more, orientation tried to creep into his sleep-addled mind, the more he realized that actually, this felt more like his clothes and the paper-thin mattress were sticking to his numb-feeling skin sticky and salty instead of clammy and freezing. There was also the suspicious fact that his throat was burning with far too hectic, shallow breaths, every muscle in his body tense, his hands trembling so badly that even the weak attempt failed to push the cover, which also felt like he could easily have wrung it out to dry, off of his far too hot shape. And trying to shake off what had such an alarming grip on him, long after leaving an apparently far too intense REM state behind, only had those very same images in his head crash down on him all over.

Gritting his teeth, Scott rolled on his stomach and braced himself on both fists to force at least that tremor in his hands under control, gritting his labored breathing through his teeth with his eyes firmly shut behind his sleeping goggles as the disgusting sensation of cold sweat tried to keep stinging in them. More impatiently by the second, he waited for that newest wave of long-meaningless memories and slaughtered demons in his mind to pass, while he counted both the seconds and his blessings regarding his tent partner's absence, courtesy of Logan's hunting instincts having taken over before they'd even laid down. The last thing he needed right now was someone to baby him over what was nothing more than a couple of blurry images of a little blood and humiliation in his head. Not like Scott hadn’t had plenty of that long before the Orchis war already. Plus, he'd already had one embarrassing freakout over that shit after his little run-in with that asshole of a Suit in a certain diner a couple of days ago.

One panic attack a month, he could fit in his schedule if he squinted. That was already more attention than these latest bigot bastards whom mutant world had sent into oblivion, deserved.

He was pretty confident he'd gotten that message through to his rebellious body, feeling that unbearable tightness in his chest giving in slightly when he forced his thoughts onto the pleasantly intimate mission at hand that Logan had practically dragged him along to. Not least in order for the two of them to get some time to work out their issues. To find back whatever strength, harmony and stability they'd drawn from their feelings for each other on the moon at the time, and to move forward, finally, in this new, so much smaller mutant world, even without Jean by their side for the moment …

But that latest reminder that the woman Scott loved and had given his all and life for more than once, dwelled millions of light years away from him while he was busy keeping their mutual mission for peace on Earth together by the seams … That pain wrecked into the rusty wall around his messed-up emotional world right again, bringing back all that had haunted him in his dreams a minute ago. All that had followed his wife's latest temporary demise last summer, and a certain long fall, ending once more with Scott's body broken in more places than the Orchis medic hacks had managed or been willing to mend for many months … with none of those injuries coming even close to what had come after though. Close to what no one but the people present at the time knew details about, to what even Jean had only been able to guess at.

As the phantom pain throbbed through his still freshly relocated ribs, his scarred eyelids, his cramping guts, the acid of glycerine and copper and black powder burning on his tongue, he wondered, not for the first time, if this, right here, was why Jean preferred the vast open to the confined fucked up mess that was a marriage with him.

The shaking growing worse instead of better by the second, he found himself tearing at his soaked clothes without even really realizing it, brittle nails scratching faint stripes into his skin, his breathing hardly more than a wheezing, strangled hiss at this point that threatened to leave him dizzy instead of just lightheaded. Not that blacking out felt like the worst option right now.

Hell, whom was he trying to fool? He was a fucking wreck, pretending to resemble even a shadow of the once unwavering leader that whatever was left of the X-Men would have needed right now. It really was no surprise there were hardly any of their kind following his call to Alaska or that his own wife preferred not to be even in the same damn galaxy as him. And that the man Scott also happened to love couldn’t stand to be in one room with him for longer than an hour at a stretch and would probably fuck off from his life and team again as quickly as he'd shown up today …

Scott almost jumped out of his crawling skin when something ice-cold and wet suddenly grazed his neck, his hand – fortunately still quite uncoordinated – reaching for his glasses on pure instinct. Only when a familiar grip of faster reflexes pushed it back down to the ground, Scott spotted its familiar huge, hairy shape from the corner of his eyes, and his scrambled brain checked back in with reality.

Belatedly, he felt the soothing touch of a stiff fall breeze coming in through opened tent flap, filling his clenched lungs with a much needed sob of clear air, as a far gentler touch between his shoulder blades further grounded him, guiding him to lie flat on his stomach. His defensively clawed fists found another snow-filled piece of clothing somewhere in front of him to dig into, its temperature further helping to freeze the irrationally panicked reactions of his body bit by bit.

Only when the painful razor strokes in the back of his throat turned into a somewhat tolerable rhythm heaving his chest, the familiar weight of a smaller but far broader chest settled down on him, pressing him into the sweat-soiled mat, and Scott thought he should probably be disgusted. But for that, it felt far too good, at least not trembling away by himself in the dark anymore.

Not to mention that, while Logan was smelling of his unplanned sprint back to the tent, and of fur and blood of whatever he'd tried to cut them for a late-night snack, there was also that very familiar, comfortable fragrance of whiskey and tobacco and freshly cut woods surrounding him that Scott would always have recognized immediately in a million, no matter the meaningless escapades of the past that his messed up brain was caught in at any given time ...

And without him really realizing, the torturous tension in his limbs and spine finally left his stiff shape for good.

Finally, he could really breathe again.

Talk, even, though he knew his partner well enough at this point to be aware, that was usually pretty secondary to him. "I always forget how good you are with this."

Scott more knew the shrug to be there than feeling it or seeing it from the corner of his eyes when he arduously turned his head, trying to catch his lover's gaze.

"Routine." Logan nuzzled his face against Scott's still slightly feverish neck for a precious second of even more comfort, his thick beard scratching Scott's skin when just the hint of a kiss found his pulse line, drawing away as soon as his lover seemed satisfied with the pace there, enough to sit up again already.

Scott let him, though with the worst of the attack over, he was suddenly freezing miserably. But extensive cuddling was for victory sex, at most, or for those rare nights that they'd managed to spend together with the third in their relationship back then.

But he forced himself to turn around as soon as he could move again before his partner could vanish into the night again. This time, he managed to find the darkened look in those narrow bright eyes and immediately wished he wouldn’t have, seeing all reflected in there that the two of them had never worked out, even long before the fall of their last home.

Maybe they never would. Maybe in truth, they'd only come here, on this trip a couple of days apart from the others, to leave the past behind instead. To find a way to move on, somehow.

Scott just wished he had the faintest clue where to start. "What's routine saying, how long until the dreams stop?"

He didn’t need to specify, not with someone who'd been through his own plenty share of torture, of living with ticking bombs inside his body, of having been torn to pieces and put back together for sports.

Maybe Scott should take to nightly hunting himself.

Too bad that for an Alaskan, he famously lacked a real love for freezing his balls off.

A faint grin curled on Logan's lips as if he'd read his mind; Scott's reflexes actually were good enough again to catch when Logan threw him a flask with the good stuff and sat back against the still half-open tent flap. "Why do you think you never see me sleep, Slim?"

Scott let out an unhappy sigh and grimaced at the sharp taste in his mouth, happy to give the bottle right back. It wasn’t like he'd expected anything different. Logan wasn’t here to figure shit out for him. Only to support him while he tried to manage that on his own. "I lack the feral metabolism to get by on booze and passing out for an hour every other night. Can't run a team on coffee IVs and delirium speeches."

The hint of moonlight shining through the flap crack had Logan's sharp canines flash in a now broader smile. "Didn’t stop you couple of years back when we tried to kill each other at every turn."

Well, yeah, Scott had run into that one headfirst. "I like to think we progressed from there."

For a moment, Logan promptly looked as if he'd slip back outside immediately again at just a hint of that required but maybe not entirely urgent conversation in the air again …

When he saw Scott still slightly clumsily reaching for the covers again, he pulled the tent close from inside with an impatient sigh and got down on his own mattress, unceremoniously pulling Scott into his arms from behind. The ever-present heat of his mutation breathed a far more comfortable warmth into Scott's cells than those dreams earlier. No urgency of another kind, not out here, not when they were on the clock … But Scott thought, they might at least finally get to that once they'd return to the base, now that the silent awkwardness from the first few hours after Logan's arrival was beginning to fade.

"Us, maybe. The world didn’t. Not sure it ever will, Slim."

They'd had that talk before, too, not too long ago, so Scott just answered with a tired shrug. "Me neither. But if I gave up on it before we can tell for certain that it's hopeless, I'd become either Charles or Erik. Not sure either this damn piece of rock or I would go down first when it came to that. Is that what you want me to become?"

"If I did, I wouldn’t be here now, watching your thin ass for your wife until she comes back from her latest ego trip," Logan answered soberly, and Scott thought he should probably hate him a little for saying what he himself hadn’t even let himself think in such clear terms but couldn’t bring himself to.

If they were only holding on to each other for the moment, maybe this was a good time, making sure, that at least wouldn’t go to hell again anytime soon. "Maybe I don’t want you just as a placeholder. Maybe I want you to stick."

"Guys like us don’t do promises, Slim," Logan reminded him softly but pulled him another inch closer instead of pulling away, tree trunk-sized thigh bracketing Scott's hips, that possessive grip from earlier finding his lower stomach, and maybe it wouldn’t take longer than until dawn after all before they'd fuck away the last of the night's gloom. "But I've always been around when you said you needed me. Just get it in your thick skull that sometimes you gotta use your damn words for that. Can't always scent your cold sweat from everywhere, you know."

"I'll try," Scott murmured, his cheeks promptly an embarrassing shade of red not only thanks to the lingering heat of rising want in his cells.

They both knew he probably wouldn’t, just like they knew Logan would be around when it counted anyway.

It wasn’t a lot but that was already more light and stability than the rest of their kind had these days.

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@whumptober | @whumptober-archive

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

oh my god today last year was the day I “finished” Overmorrow. haha… ha ha……..

[ohsunshine]

❛  please don't leave me alone. i cannot do this without you.  ❜ / from dutch to hosea. because of course.

"You can," Hosea replies simply, with absolute certainty. The thing about Dutch is that he's the hardest-headed, most stubborn, pain in the ass that Hosea knows. He'll do it and he'll do it well just because he's too stubborn to even entertain the idea of failing.

Hosea loves him for it, has loved him for it almost since the day they first met. But, right now, they want different things. Hosea's got a way out, a fine woman waiting for him, and the chance to make something new. He's got dreams of peas shelled fresh from the garden, and an old hound snoring on the porch. Maybe a grumpy old cat hissing at him from its spot by the fire. A home, somewhere to rest his weary bones; a few more comforts than their hard life on the road affords them.

"Listen," he begins, and stops again. For all that he's excited for the future, he aches to think of leaving this all behind; he aches to think of a life without Dutch. "The next time you're out this way, you'll come and visit. Sleep in a proper bed without havin' to be locked in a cell for the pleasure. How about that, huh? We'll have... cherry pie or - and! - fresh strawberries. You just gotta stay alive until then. Anyway, I've taught you everythin' I know, I've got nothin' left to give. You'll manage without me. Ain't no other option."

[enruiinas]

SHIPPING PSA: PT. 2 (An addendum to my original shipping guidelines here).

           I've mentioned in my rules and PSAs to date that this blog is both multiship and duplicate ship friendly. This is still 100% the case, and as @climatact noted in her PSA this changes basically nothing, but I'm updating this now to say that this blog IS multiship but DOES feature a MAIN SHIP with @climatact's Nami.

           Generally speaking, all ships take place in their own verses regardless, but what this means as my main ship is that unless we're talking about potentially shipping or a specific verse is requested otherwise, it is to be assumed that in any memes, tags, or various interactions set in Law's Main/Canon verse, Law is either actively in a relationship with Bunny's Nami or set to end up one.

           This does not have to (& may not) feature or be mentioned in the threads themselves, but it is a canon/assumed thing in my main verse writings with him. This isn't an aspect anyone has to play into or acknowledge (though you're more than welcome to if you wanna because I love stuff like that - especially since *coughs* the likelihood of a Straw Hat Law is increasing by the day) and as I know the ship may not be everyone's favorite, I am happy to avoid particular focus on it in our main verse interactions if you'd prefer not to engage with that aspect. ♡

           This is not meant to take anything away from my other ships. I love each and every ship I have as well as all the muns who write them with me SO MUCH. I am still multiship and duplicate ship friendly, and would be delighted to discuss/explore ships with anyone who's read my shipping guidelines & is still interested in writing one with me! But as I got into roleplaying thanks to Bunny in general and specifically for the sake of writing this ship together, it holds a special place in my heart and it seems only right that this will henceforth be considered the main ship for my blog.

[muutosarchive]

☽𖤐☾ @imsobrooklyn (𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲)

"𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 -- 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 not talking to me, right now?" she groans in frustration, stumbling over a crack in the pavement as she struggles to keep up down the alley. jogging to get up to pace, & fall into step. her hood is drawn up over her head, with his jacket still wrapped around her. trying to gain some semblance of disguise, if any of their spidey-kin were sent on the lookout. "this really isn't the time to hold a grudge. we need to get you out of here."

[diminuel]

One Piece AU Comics Masterpost

Some of my AUs are somewhat interwoven as they borrow headcanons from each other. I'm doing my best to sort them into their respective AUs.

They're mostly Dragon/Crocodile and Crocodad comics.

Stinky Child AU

A canon divergent AU where Dragon and Crocodile decided to raise Luffy in Windmill Village while still being a revolutionary leader and a warlord. They adopt Ace and Sabo.

Crocodile meets Ace // Crocodile is taking Ace home // Stinky Child gets a bath (Illustration) // Ace gets a new outfit // Ace meets Baby Luffy // Dragon meets Ace // (little time skip) // Sabo interacting with Crocodile // Dragon has nightmares // Swooning over Criminals // ~ Big Timeskip~ // Logue Town // Impel Down // Luffy and Crocodile reunite on Amazon Lily // After Marineford // Ace and Crocodile are reunited on Momoiro Island // Post Timeskip // Mistakes were made // Momoiro Island Dress Code // Cross Guild // Cross Guild puts a bounty on Garp

Captain No Brows

A potential first meeting between a young criminal and a marine and their encounters over the years.

First meeting // Unexpected call // Taking care of two orphans //Doffy has questions // Dragon cleaning up messes // Doffy is fantasizing // Dragon leaves the Marines

Potentially set in the same universe: Crocodile meets Portgas D. Rouge // Crocodile takes his shirt off // Unexpected revelations

Surprise Baby

Dragon and Crocodile find themselves with a child and have to figure out what to do. I have not yet decided to which AU this belongs.

Late Realization (Illustration) // Crocodile tells Dragon about the baby // Bit coat hides big secrets

Former Kuja Empress

AU where Crocodile is a Kuja who got ship wrecked and saved by Dragon's small group of revolutionaries. (Crocodile presents female.)

First Meeting and misheard names // Haircut

After the Divorce

Canon compliant AU in which Dragon and Crocodile get back together after the events of Marineford and end up having another baby.

Crocodile's mysterious client // Too late for protection (Illustration) // They're having another baby (Illustration) // Suspicious Coworkers (Illustration) // Luffy finds out he's going to be a big brother // Luffy meets his baby sister // Luffy brings his sister to his ship // Another one

Little Dragon's (Mis) Adventures

Bringing up never to be answered questions: did Garp and Roger have sex (see this comic) and is Dragon maybe Roger's son?

Dragon ends up on Roger's ship // Dragon has no choice but to stay with the Roger Pirates // They get to know Dragon // Pirate Flag // Diverging Priorities // Treasure Chest Baby // Dragon is babysitting Roger's cabin boys // Shanks thinks about his babysitter

Mini Mingo and Grumpy Verse

An AU in which Dragon and Crocodile had more biological kids after Luffy, "Grumpy" (Kite) and "Mini Mingo" (Dulcinea). Mini Mingo is suspiciously blond but it might mean nothing. Grumpy also exists as the fifth baby in the After the Divorce AU.

New blonde baby // Mini-Mingo is visiting Cross Guild // Mini Mingo has a crisis // Asking Grumpy for advice // Doflamingo has a crisis // Doflamingo does not take hugs well // Usopp develops the "can't meet anymore of Luffy's insane family" disease //

Misc.

These are stand alone comics that could apply to multiple AU story lines.

Big Parents, Tiny Baby

Luffy's Birth // Tiny thing fitting into Crocodile's big hand

The No Brows Multiverse

Dragon is tired of people telling him he looks just like Garp. // Dragon shaves his eyebrows for his first wanted poster.

Chaotic Family Time (Various family related comics)

Toys for Luffy // Everybody wants to be a girl // The return of Captain No Brows // Sabo feels left out // The kids are meeting Pops // Alabasta Trip + Follow up

Rocks' Era (Various Comics about the Rocks Pirates as well as Rocks being thrown into the future.)

Pregnancy // No Doubts // Achieving Dreams

Spaghetti // Learning more about the timeline // Facing Whitebeard // Grandpa Mug

[stormxpadme]

OP ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT I NEED *cries*

[ohsunshine]

It's still dark out, a cloudless night, and thousands of stars dot the night sky. The moon is full and bright, illuminating the fine silver thread woven into their blanket. At the foot of their bed, Shadow huffs a low, grumbling growl: chasing rabbits, or maybe magpies.

Emily wakes with a start and tears in her eyes. The dream - nightmare? - clings to her, wrapping its cold, spindly fingers around her throat and stealing her voice. For several long, terrifying moments, all she can do is gasp. Wendell, she wants to cry, he's gone, we need to get him back. Why was I asleep when we're running out of time?

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜ (for Em - sorry not sorry) / ( @dryadologist )

His voice breaks the spell and she manages to draw in a full breath, albeit a shaky one. He was gone, but Shadow brought him back. That was weeks ago.

Blinking away tears, she dashes them angrily from her cheeks with the sleeve of her nightgown. She cannot cling to that anger, directed at herself for being so foolish, because her relief overwhelms it. Wordless, she throws her arms around him and clings, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She hopes that if he feels the dampness of fresh tears, he'll have the grace not to mention it.

"I know," she manages, burying one hand in the soft hair at the base of his skull. The other splays across his back so that she can feel his warmth, proof he's not dead. He's real, he's here, he's alive. "I'm fine. It was just -" her voice trembles and she swallows, then tries again, stronger this time, "just a bad dream. Go back to sleep, Wendell." Though she makes no move to give him the space to do just that; she cannot bear the thought of letting him go.

[jadeazora]

It's been said pretty much for years now that they planned a series for Netflix, and the leaks confirmed it. Eight episodes were planned for a release this year. It's live-action. This isn't Concierge.

Misc. HZ leaks. (Info potentially subject to change)

Liko and Roy are 13 and 12 respectively. Still canon to me.

Dot initially wasn't planned. Quaxly would have gone to Liko or Roy.

Friede is 20s-ish while Orla is 18. (Finalized versions seem to be older, just given the previous flashback in Ep18 has a 4-6yr old Liko, and Orla already appeared to be an adult there)

Friede betrays the RVT and joins the Explorers, something about a missing brother? (Which has never been alluded to, so doubt.)

Original six Heroes were supposed to be Blastoise, Pachirisu, Rayquaza, Entei, Moltres, and Zeraora.

2yr timeskip after acquiring all 6 Heroes

Two Terapagos, the one from Laqua and the Area Zero one (The latter is deceased.)

Three year storyline intended, so perhaps ending in 2025? That said, Terastal Training arc wasn't originally intended so might go on for longer. According to the leaks, ZA was intended for this year, so they might have pushed back the anime a bit too.

Was originally intended to be a movie, with Ash returning for an SV series (with recurring characters like Leon and Goh), but that was scrapped and HZ became the full series instead.

Ash was intended to have a Capsakid, Klawf, and Fuecoco.

Still set in Ashime verse.

A new movie was planned too. Codename Bauer. Was set to be released in 2023, but might either be in development hell or be cancelled. New Pokemon named Aperon, with the main protagonist being a new character named Akari. It's set in modern-day Kanto and the featured Mythical Pokémon of the plot is Mew. The idea was that the film will touch modern society problems, like cyber bullying.

There was also sequel to Detective Pikachu called "The Great Detective Pikachu" set to be released this year. We don't know if the project is still ongoing or cancelled. I also don't know if this is like a proper image leak, or just something a fan threw together in response to the new information.

Another new anime, code name RELOAD.

This is an all-ages anime series co-produced with Twin Engine (TE), a planning and production company affiliated with Studio Colorido.

12 episodes over the course of a year, 21min each.

The 12 episodes will be split into 4 groups of 3 episodes each, with event screenings in Japanese theaters, and have a wide distribution across online streaming platforms.

Originally planned for release in 2023, current status unknown.

[klm-zoflorr]

Agnes Montague, the villain Phoenix :33

I used a stained glass filter on this one, looove how it looks. Also here are a few versions without as much editing so you can see the details.

Agnes is one of my favorites in this AU. And in general too I guess lol. So I made her entirely too overpowered! She's obviously based off Dark Phoenix/Jean Grey/The Phoenix from Xmen. Without as much of the hero-turned-villain vibes Jean has, Agnes can be nice but she's mostly a wrong-doer.

I'd probably say she's the most powerful super-human in the 'verse, or at least where the story takes place. Her and Magnus are buddy-buddies because. Um. I just want them to be.

So, her powers, right. She can control and

produce fire, lots of it. She can fly. The wings only appear when she wants them to btw. I think she has some form of telekinesis, sure why not plus I don't have a lot of people like that in the verse (and I'm quickly running out of canon characters anyways loool). I don't think I'll give her too many psychic powers? Maybe just some ability to block psychic attacks. Oh well nevermind lets just make her cooler let's say she can attack people psychically, as in not quite read their thoughts (even if I think she could grasp on some of the things you're thinking while she's there) but like, cause intense pain to her victim and maybe even kill them by hitting them with her mind.

Her hands are more like talons or claws, with tough nails and strong, too. She can rip someone's face off or hold herself up with them.

The nature of her powers make them somewhat incontrollable and ill-suited for precision work or limiting damage/casualties.

Despite all of that, Agnes is very tired and looks as such. Her abnormal body warmth makes her sleep poorly and not very much, if she isn't setting the room on fire or throwing objects around when she's having nightmares. She holds off from getting intoxicated in any way because she might level off the whole island if she did.

And the cherry on the cake... She can ressurect herself. AND others. Let the holy cleansing fire engulf you and be reborn anew with your sins scrubbed clean yadda yadda you know the deal. It resets people to a younger age and cures any ailment they have, so that's a rather extreme form of healing too if you will.

Naturally, with that sort of powers the Cult Of The Lightless Flame (named like that because Agnes hoggs all the light) treats her as a goddess. Which isn't that far from the truth actually.

Suffice to say in the story she is not the big bad our heroes have to take down because that would be straight-up impossible.

Design notes and misc:

-I usually imagine her with dark hair, but for this AU she really just had to be a redhead I feel.

-Yes, in the art she doesn't have feet but that's just because I got lazy.

-She wears practical gloves, a guilded shiny supersuit, impractical shoulder pads and a white flowy skirt and shoulder sash that both get set on fire very frequently. This is meant to evoke how she mostly doesn't care or need to be dressing appropriately for fighting, she's too powerful to need to.

-She doesn't carry anything on herself either, no pockets no bags no nothing, she has goons for that. She's just there to look impressive and deus ex machina everyone's asses to the ground if they get too annoying.

-She's lived a long life, done a lot, was in the military at some point which influenced a lot of how she thinks. Again, she CAN be unfrivolous and practical, she just doesn't want to and has to remain a symbol. She can shoot a gun pretty well.

-Her "crown" (it's a paper crown) is something children that admired her gave her. She's very very careful not to burn it, but can't wear it everywhere either

-She's not much of a strategizer or a long-term planner unlike Magnus, she just doesn't see the point in that and she already has everything she could ever want. She could have the potential to rule the city instead of having everyone vaguely follow her lead, but she's just not much of a tyrant.

Oh, yeah, and Jude. Jude Perry is Agnes' right hand woman and closest friend, her villain name is Lampadarius and she can make anything that isn't organic matter melt/heat up (like those cans in MAG012: First Aid). One of her favorite tricks is heating up her gloves and burning people like that. It pisses her off when you call her Agnes' guard dog. She's been ressurected a few times by the Phoenix, so been around for a while too.

[alteregozowie]

𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟~

Art blog: @alteregozowie-art

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Rules:

⏩️ Zowie here! My portrayal is closer to the pilot version of Alastor: the fast talkin', animated, chaotic, infamous radio show host! I'm both canon/and canon-divergent.

Disclaimer here. And here.

⏩️ Discord: alteregozowie - chatting, plotting, art, anything! Don't be a stranger!

Character Sheet:

Headcanons/Traits/Misc info:

Traits #1 , Traits #2 , Negative Traits , Life Experiences , Night Terror ex , Pets , Hygiene , Education , Broadcasting , Weird Fact , Mother , Hunting , Weath & Entertainment

Broadcast:

The Walk , The Bar , The Broadcast , After Hour

Tags:

tuning into the dash (dash commentary)

station: muse (station: + a word, will always be in character.)

on the air / radio demon hour (radio show)

Romantic:

Romantic Misc. Traits:

Kink List , Sexual Preferences , Turn Ons

Verse tags:

ChainedMelody - @/top-shelf-tender (Husk)

Radio Fashionista - (Velvette) @/indulgentnine, The Banter War , Early Reflections

archangels and demons - (Michael) @/truearchangel, The Dance , The Request

Poor Unfortunate Soul - @/heiilari (Kiiva) (Hiatus), The Deal

Bubblegum Pop Radio - (Verosika) @/rainbowsouled (Hiatus/Moved to Discord)

BloodyVideo - @/cannibalxroses (Rosie) & @/screentimeoverlord (Finished), The Choice

Alternate Verses/Ships:

Al-tercation - @/Voodoodaaddy

Alternative Radio - @/radioiaci

Verses (Not Ship):

Vintage Radio - (not ship/Adam) @/dick-meister, The Visit

[dkniade]

Some misc fic recommendations!

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Teyvat scholar, Venti (ft. Traveler)

“Excerpt from the book ‘Brand New Verses From The Bard of Bards’” by threading_in_dreams (@/a-yarn-of-purple-prose)

G, 838 words.

canon-typical fragmented publication, Teyvat scholars have fun but also suffer, Poetry, pretend this is a book you picked up in-game, Traveler/Venti if you squint

Pages from a book in which a historian ponders about scraps of poetry found buried under Windrise, and argues they're part of Barbatos canon.

Very fun if you like Venti’s Archon/human personas, poetry, and piecing together information from in-game books!

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Aether & Paimon (ft. Zhongli)

“Those who share the memories” by liminalpsych (@/liminalpsych-in-teyvat)

G, 3225 words. Fluff and light angst.

Aether POV, scrapbooks, memories, canon complimant, Pre-4.0 update, Liyue Harbor

Stone erodes beneath the fickle breeze and relentless river. Plants wither to be born anew. A flame burns to smoke and ash, and water changes form so often that it forgets even itself. The wind tries hardest of all to forget, fleeing into the far corners of the world to outrun the sands of time.

In the void above, the stars bear lonely witness to mortal memory.

Or: Paimon gets Aether to help her make a scrapbook of their travels. Aether reflects on the weight of witnessing.

Scrapbooking summarizes experiences with many NPCs from World Quests and Archon Quests. This one is kind of structured like an in-game world quest!

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Cyno, Diluc, Rosaria, Kaeya

“It’s Time To Duel!” by StrangeDiamond

G, 6,688 words, humour.

Genius Invokation TCG, misunderstandings

When Sumeru’s General Mahamatra shows up in Mondstadt, announcing his intention to duel the Cavalry Captain, misunderstandings ensue.

Humour from knights and vigilantes taking things too seriously

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Childe/Lumine

“A meteor” by blood_orange_juice (@/blood-orange-juice)

G, 350 words, fluff, character study/analysis.

Childe POV, First Meetings, morbid fluff, morbid fluff should be a genre with these two

A white-clad figure carefully threads her way through the crowd below. She moves like flecks of sunlight on water, without bothering anyone. A sign of someone who is fun to fight and it draws his attention for a while.

Childe and Lumine's first meeting from Childe's POV. No plot, only vibes.

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Shenhe & Xiao, Cloud Retainer & Shenhe

“Like a Pair of Hunting Birds” by yelp

T, 5881 words, hurt/comfort, character study.

found family, trauma, feral child Shenhe, feral ancient Xiao, good and bad ways to manage emotions

"These were granted to me by Cloud Retainer," Shenhe explains, touching the ropes that he appears to be studying. "They bind away my murderous tendencies, as well as human emotion. Two dangerous traits for an adeptus, or for one who walks among them."

Xiao comes a little closer, and circles her. Obligingly, she lifts her hair aside, so he can see the intricate knotwork on her back, and he exhales a sigh or a scoff.

"Shall I unbind you?"

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Xiao/Lumine

“Skin Hunger” by Mythicamagic

T, 2635 words, hurt/comfort, romance.

insecurity, intrusive and self-deprecating thoughts, some descriptions of violence and gore, body worship, established relationship, non-sexual nudity

When immortals fall in love with each other, they have all the time in the world to explore their relationship; but first comes the insecurities. Xiaolumi oneshot.

Has fun parallels with their wings

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familial Diluc & Kaeya, Adelinde, Klee, Lisa, Jean

“blinded by love” by li2

G, 6481 words, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending.

Kaeya POV, unreliable narrator, misunderstandings, temporary invisibility, familial kiss, fluff, skinship & physical touch, sharing a bed

Diluc suddenly becomes unable to see Kaeya. Thinking it’s just Diluc’s usual hatred for him, Kaeya doesn't suspect anything wrong.

Kaeya’s POV for the first half hurts so much but the second half is sweet😭

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Lumine, Paimon, familial Diluc & Kaeya

“Lamp Grass Guides You Home” by StrangeDiamond

Gen, 6387 words, fluff, light angst.

souvenirs. Chapter 2 has brief mentions of pain, starvation, and violence

After scrambling to cobble together a gift before their Jade Chamber visit, Lumine gets the idea to start collecting small gifts and souvenirs, so she'll always have something to give if she needs to.

Kaeya is the first one she goes to for advice, and he has a lot of good ideas for things she can collect and make, using Mondstadt's regional specialties. He even tells her about a certain souvenir he was once gifted - a charm made of Small Lamp Grass, encased in resin, that he unfortunately lost when he moved. There's a bit more to the story, Lumine learns, when she sets out to make one for him to replace it. There's history linked to the charm Kaeya lost . . . but there are also new memories to be made going forward.

A sweet one about making and receiving gifts

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Zhongli/Venti, Venti & Diluc (ft. misc adventurers)

“I need to tell him (I can’t tell him)” by asingleqingxin

T, 1949 words, angst, major character death.

Venti POV, mentions Istaroth, set during Chapter 1 Act I’s Rite of Descension, Venti doesn’t know Zhongli faked his death, misunderstanding played for drama, grief, dissociation, Venti loses grip on time period briefly

Oh, that's not good news.

He needs to tell Morax.

...he can't tell Morax.

OR

When the rumors about the Rite of Descension hit Mondstadt.

Angst and misunderstanding from the canon event written from Venti’s POV in Mondstadt

[ohsunshine]

"Handsome thing like you, I think you'd make a wonderful hero. I can see you now, rendered in bronze, or carved from marble, standing sentry in the square outside the palace." Astarion smiles, and it's unclear if he means it or if it's just harmless flirting. Maybe it's both. Either way, he certainly would feel better with Armand at his side, playing his dashing hero, although he knows it's an impossibility. What would Cazador say if Astarion brought home a strange vampire? Nothing good; the illusion of safety is shattered, and Astarion is grateful for the distraction of Armand's story.

"Those poltergeists of yours sound as though they made an awful mess. I, for one, would be furious." A well-rehearsed performance ruined by a few petty little spirits? Astarion sniffs haughtily.

He's seen the show now and can appreciate the artistry, the work that has gone into it. It was breathtaking, captivating, and he's been back twice since. He wishes that Cazador was more into theatrics; Astarion could imagine himself up on the stage, a different kind of seduction, drawing in just as many unsuspecting victims for his maker-master.

Astarion leans in conspiratorially, the tabletop candle casting a warm orange glow across his pallid complexion. He seems almost alive. "I would join you, if I could. Imagine, me, up on your stage. I'd be quite wonderful, darling, your audiences would double, your victims would be utterly charmed, and we'd have fun, wouldn't we, you and I?" He reaches for Armand, playing gentle fingers over the soft skin of his inner wrist. "I'd have taken care of those pesky poltergeists for you." Taking advantage of the candlelight, he strikes a pose, one he imagines makes him look dashing and dangerous. Why is he lying? It isn't as though this can really happen. Nonetheless, it's a fun little fantasy. "You might not be a hero, but I could be."

they all have their moments of melancholy. not all topics generate amusement and laughter. it's hardly astarion's fault for being honest and armand doesn't feel pushed from him. if anything, just a second of vulnerabilty is like an invitation. it's a glimpse beneath the personalities they present to the public. he wants to know astarion and all his intricacies.

but he doesn't want to press where he doesn't want him to, where their friendship hasn't yet opened the doors for.

vampires don't become vampires through fairytale stories. and their lives led are either shrouded in the pain of their pasts or in the pain of others. he's been of the blood long enough to believe they're all born from trauma. but as they move past, he finds himself smiling at the eagerness in astarion's voice, in the way that his eyes light up. he wonders if he knows the beauty in that side of himself.

❝ good, because i would make a terrible hero. i prefer to step out of the way of monstrous battles. ❞ he's too selfish to play at heroics. could he remember his childhood, he imagines even then, stories of great heroes wielding swords against monsters weren't his favorites.

❝ they did, ❞ he chuckles, ❝ it cheapens it, i suppose. then all their antics, in front of a living audience, become our effects. it's all a part of the great undead show. it started small, darkening our stage mid-show, hurling props, and slashing through the rigging. but poltergeists don't calm down, they only escalate. ❞

[ameibousa]

ameibousa — an epithet to greek goddess hekate, meaning one that transforms. a study in man vs self, in conflict, in tearing apart geode flesh to see the crystalline guts inside. examined by luca, he/they/, 25+. ameibousa is an independent, private multimuse rp blog featuring both canon characters and ocs from kingdom hearts, death note, jjk, love & deepspace, dungeons & dragons, and more. most muses have multiple verses. highly likely you will find several dark themes such as murder and psychological torture on this blog, proceed with caution.

blogroll: @alloprosallus, xiv blog @nymeianthreads. informal, temporary muse list below the cut. especially for any ocs, i will be making detailed pages in the coming days, as well as a nicer way of organizing. temporary rules page is here, with the addendum that you must specify muse when sending memes and such, or at least fandom. this is a sideblog, i follow back from @alloprosallus, where i house caleb from love and deepspace.

love and deepspace —

kingdom hearts —

caleb. (@alloprosallus).

nero.

viper.

tara.

dr. armaros glasya-labolas. (oc, engineer for ever.)

luke & kieran. (will, in time, be getting their own blog)

tekken —

riku.

xemnas.

saix+/isa.

xion.

terra.

jujutsu kaisen —

hwoarang.

lili de rochefort.

jun kazama.

lee chaolan.

dungeons and dragons —

satoru gojo.

shoko ieri.

inumaki toge.

itadori yuji/ryomen sukuna.

(maybe geto? he's also so interesting to me)

therai, lone priest to the exiled moon god. warlock.

kho'li, mountainous protector, soul of vengeance. paladin.

bellamy, golden-tongued serpent in the bushes. warlock.

merihem, forgiven decay shining everlasting. paladin-warlock.

nil'agh, weeping destruction. oathbreaker paladin.

original characters based on the lore of sleep token —

strahd von zarovich. (curse of strahd).

the abbot. (curse of strahd).

death note —

iii, martyr.

vessel, pariah.

vocaloid —

light yagami.

oc loading.

misc —

vy2 yuuma.

megurine luka.

nam seonho. (my country: the new age).

yoon jongwoo. (strangers from hell).

[stormxpadme]

Smutty One-Liners Part 1

6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.” (Tony/Emma)

15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” (Scott/Logan)

Smutty One-Liners Part I “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.” | Tony/Emma

Posted the story for this prompt right on Ao3.

Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse), Iron Man (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emma Frost/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Emma Frost, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Scott Summers, Logan (X-Men) Additional Tags: Minor Logan/Scott Summers, Because fuck canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, i ship scott summers with happiness, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Paranormal, Ghosts, Illusions, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Telepathy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Depression, Denial, Horror, Mystery, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Captivity, charles xavier is not a nice person, water parks, Amusement Parks, Concerts, Traveling, Musicals, 5 Times, Light Petting, Wakes & Funerals Summary:

After the war with Orchis has ended, Tony tries to fix his relationship with Emma. For some reason, every time they try, they get rudely interrupted. Soon, Tony begins to realize something about Emma is not what it seems ...

Or: 5 times Rhodey crashed Tony's date with Emma and 1 time he didn't.

[ohsunshine]

"You don't have to shout," Daniel grouses, squinting at Wendell as his fangs retract. He likes letting his fangs down because he enjoys the sound of a heart rate stumbling over itself as it races up to a gallop, but he'd earned no such reaction. Disappointing, but perhaps not surprising considering... well, everything about Wendell.

He's on Wendell's heels as they head out the bakery, though he's got no interest in the contents of the box that he carries.

"Yeah, I'm gonna crash on your couch. Reminds me of my younger days, couch surfing --" Daniel waves his hand to swat the memory away. "D'you know how hard it is to tour a coffin, Wendell? Fuck that. I've got a hotel room with a normal bed." And thick curtains. Nonetheless, the idea of being an inconvenience is an appealing one. "What are you gonna tell your students?"

Wendell hears a scoff come from the woman who had been behind him in line until Daniel so rudely pressed himself in. He has half a mind to assure her that he's with him and he's unlikely to be purchasing the last of her favorite flavor of croissants, but determines he doesn't particularly want to claim Daniel in that moment.

"Something having to do with high blood pressure, isn't it? Increased risk of heart attack and stroke?" Though his thoughts are typically kept to himself or, worse yet, broadcasted in a language unknown to all vampires, he makes it a point to lock eyes with Daniel in the reflection and loudly think, 'These poor mortals. How delicate they are.'

"Good morning! Yes, I'll take a dozen - Eleven strawberry and one salted caramel for my friend here. It's his favorite." As much as he'd love to linger inside the shop, he begrudgingly gathers his box and heads out the door, only pausing long enough to hold it open. "Are you going to follow me to work, Danny? In an hour or so the sun will rise and you'll have to nap on the settee in my office instead of what I can only assume is a lovely coffin."