#cause he’s to busy with his interdimensional boyfriend

[valduin111]

Could Gaster ever travel to Gman's universe? Would he be able to?

Ooh.. what if something bad happens to Gman and Gaster is left alone in the dark about it for a good while

Gaster does not have the same interdimensional capabilies that allow gman to travel through universes and realities and all that, so no, he couldnt travel by his own volition.

At some point, gman gives him a tiny device of his own making, linked directly to himself, so wherever in the multiverse he is he will always be there in case of an emergency.

It's like a button of sorts, that alerts him when pressed. It's shaped like the vault in half life alyx (i dont quite remember what the shape itself is called) and is activated by twisting it. This is is not important but i wanted you to know anyways cause i thought it was neat lol

As for the second thing..... ooooohhh boy. Gman doesnt show up one day and Gaster thinks nothing of it (they are both busy men, sometimes things come up)

But then he doesnt show the day after either. Or the next. Or the next

And after a week Gaster presses the button, and hopes his boyfriend will show up and tell him it's fine, he was busy, and why would you use the emergency button, silly? Its okay, dont apologize, you were worried. Are you okay?

But he doesnt.

I dont know what couldve happened, tbh, some employer bullshit or a VERY powerful entity on one of his jobs managed to catch him off guard. The latter is more plausible i think. My idea of the employers is that they dont really care what gman does outside of his work hours; they wouldnt be antagonistic in this. Not to this level at least.

...oh my god im having ideas for an actual story for this. I. Would. Would yall read a fanfic if i did that?

[pixelation-is-real]

You ever think about why Dave's powers come back after a long while?

Hear me out okay?

What if Boyfriend is the reason why Dave's powers came back, do I have you attention? Now

You know how Boyfriend is described as a universal constant in Dave's logs? Dave mentions he met Boyfriend some time ago before the mod took place (I think he said months ago so correct me if I'm wrong).

So assuming it's months ago, we can also assume that Tristan's 9 birthday was also some time between those months (Tristan is still 9 in the mod), and Dave and BF met sometime before Tristan's birthday, BF's strange abilities triggering Dave's 2-year-dormant 3D powers when it was the birthday?

Think about it, Dave has only turned 3D near Boyfriend, once in his week, and another in Interdimensional.

This leads me to my 2nd headcanon:

2d people can't actually see 3D objects, they just see a super simplified 2D object cause that's all they can comprehend... expect for Boyfriend (and GF probably) cause he's a universal constant, that probably implies he can take on any extra-dimensional form idk.

Thank for coming to my brain splurges

Will I write about it?

..... I'm already busy with one huge thing and my motivation isn't that high

[lightwormsiblings]

35. "Do you regret it?" + Malec(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

35. “Do you regret it?”

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“Tell your Shadowhunter to stay out of our business.”

Magnus glares at Stephan’s back long after he’s vanished through a portal. He is and has always been a pain in Magnus’ ass.

It’s not as if Magnus had wanted to bring a Shadowhunter to a warlock fight. Alec had just been with him when he’d gotten the call and he hadn’t had time to explain.

And now he’s got one warlock pissed off gone through a portal to who knows where and another passed out on the ground of the alleyway where Magnus had to subdue him.

Admittedly, yelling about opening up interdimensional rifts may not have been the best way to de-escalate this fight. But he’s well aware that Alec’s presence had only added to the tensions between the two warlocks when he’d arrived. It isn’t like he can do anything about it now. Fucking immortals and their stupid petty arguments ruining his day off.

Magnus stares at the unconscious warlock, sighing internally. Well he has got to deal with that now.

“Stand down,” Magnus calls to Alec, who is still standing behind him, alert and ready to spring into motion if needed, “I just need to deal with this. I’ll meet you at home?”

It isn’t that Magnus doesn’t enjoy Alec’s company, quite the contrary actually. It’s just that he is agitated now and both warlocks are going to make a fuss now that they know a Shadowhunter was here, however uninvolved he may have been. Magnus just doesn’t want to deal with it.

Alec seems to get the message because he just nods. “Okay. I’ll see you at home.” He hesitates and Magnus feels slightly guilty for making him feel that way. “Be careful.”

Magnus sends Alec as much of a smile as he can. “I’m always careful.”

It takes longer than he’d hoped to deal with everything and the sun is setting by the time Magnus finally gets back to the loft.

Alec is curled into the side of the couch when Magnus walks into the room. He doesn’t notice him at first, so Magnus goes for the drinks cart, taking a moment to watch an unguarded Alec.

He has one of the books on magic theory from Magnus’ library on his lap, fingers careful as he flips the page and a furrow between his brows that is an indication that he’s engrossed in what he’s reading.

Magnus smiles. Alec doesn’t read the magical theory section of his library all that often, but he has been known to pull down a book from time to time and settle into the couch. It has always made something inside Magnus sing.

He pours them both a glass of whiskey and sits down next to Alec.

Alec doesn’t startle and accepts the glass without looking up from the book so maybe he had noticed Magnus come in after all.

Magnus sips his drink and then leans into Alec’s side, dropping his cheek to Alec’s shoulder and looking down at what he’s reading. “Interdimensional travel,” Magnus murmurs.

He really should have seen that coming shouldn’t he?

Alec finally looks up from the book. His expression is serious enough that Magnus stops leaning on his shoulder, instead opting to turn and sit cross legged on the couch, facing Alec’s body.

“I forget sometimes, that there’s a part of your life that I know next to nothing about,” Alec says, looking genuinely disquieted.

Magnus smiles slightly, affection bright in his chest. This man who cares so much. Who just wants to love every part of Magnus completely. Magnus wants to keep him forever.

Magnus brushes fingers down Alec’s jaw. “Would you like to know?” he asks.

Alec shifts so Magnus’ fingers lean into his skin. “I always want to know about you if you’ll let me.”

Magnus isn’t sure why he hasn’t come to expect things like this yet. Lines that should sound cheesy but somehow send Magnus’ heart reeling simply because of the way Alec says them.

Magnus turns his attention back to the book so he doesn’t have to deal with the depth of emotion whirling in his chest.

“So, lesson one: Interdimensional travel?” he asks, nudging Alec’s thigh with his foot.

Alec shrugs, “I wanted to know what you were yelling about.”

Magnus laughs, pressing back into Alec’s side and explains the downright idiocy that was happening between Stephan and the other warlock and why exactly it was magically irresponsible. Soon, that turns into Magnus sleepily regaling Alec with everything he knows about interdimensional travel, including how he came up with the portal because if he’s getting the opportunity to brag to his boyfriend, then he’s going to take it.

Alec listens intently and asks questions that surprise Magnus with how well he seems to pick up on everything.

Once Magnus is starting to trail off, the exhaustion from the day's events finally getting to him, Alec asks a question that doesn’t have to do with magic.

“Do you ever regret it?”

Magnus sits up a little, confused. “What?”

Alec huffs a breath and looks up at the ceiling rather than at Magnus. “Falling in love with me. Do you ever regret it?”

Magnus looks at him for a long moment. “Well, someone’s being dramatic tonight.”

Alec flicks his gaze over to Magnus and then rolls his eyes. “Answer the question, Magnus.”

“No.”

“No you won’t answer? Or no you don’t regret it.”

Magnus rolls his eyes this time, swatting Alec’s bicep, “don’t be a smartass.”

That gets Alec to smile. He huffs and swats Magnus right back. “I’m trying to be serious. I saw the way those warlocks reacted to me being there with you. I can’t have made your life any easier.”

That much was true. Being with Alec had caused many warlocks usually loyal to him to question his judgement. He’d heard his fair share of the gossip they spread about him and ‘his Shadowhunter’.

But he loves Alec and Alec loves him. That matters a lot more.

“Who said I wanted easy?”

Alec chuckles to himself, “even when that means you have to spend,” he checks the clock on the wall, “five hours tracking down a warlock that portalled away from the scene because he saw I came with you?”

The first question had been serious but he’s joking now.

Magnus shrugs, pitching his voice lower in a poor imitation of Alec, “Relationships take effort, remember? And I wouldn’t give up a day of loving you for anything.”

Alec’s face goes serious again and he looks genuinely touched. Magnus pecks his cheek and watches his face morph into a surprised smile.

“For the record, I wouldn’t give up a day of loving you either,” Alec murmurs, turning his head so they can press their foreheads together, “even if it means I have to hear people gossip about us all the time.”

“If anything,” Magnus says, tone teasing, everyone gossiping about it confirms to me that at least we aren’t boring.”

Alec laughs and Magnus kisses him because he wants to and he can.

[cinnaminsvga]

I wish you would write a fic about namjoon as a time traveler who is traveling in time from the future to stop you and your current boyfriend from getting together because your future kid will be a dictator of the world and joonie is in an underground uprising. But along the way,he falls for you. 😱😱😱

((the way i fucking laughed at this fucking prompt HSJADHJASHD STOP I CANT FUCKING BREATHE WHAT IS THISHDAHSJDHAJS I HOPE YOU’RE SERIOUS ANON BECAUSE THIS IS MAKING MY FUCKING DAY))

“So what you’re saying––”

“Yes,” he nods, urging you to continue. You stare at him, flabbergasted.

“The man I’ve sworn to marry, whom I have been in love with since I was a child––”

“Yes, yes,” Namjoon nods some more. He’s starting to look like a bobble head. A cute, dimpled bobble head that you would probably buy on Etsy or something.

“––is going to impregnate me tomorrow at 9:03pm exactly, and from that one specific fertilized egg, I am going to give birth––”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Namjoon is full on nodding like a buzzer at this point, his fervent movements causing the coffee table to shake precariously. Your cup of tea is beginning to teeter on the edge, threatening to fall.

“––basically I’m going to give birth to the next generation Hitler and you’ve come here, back in time, to kill me?”

“Yes––no, no! Of course not! My goodness, I would never kill you! That’s, like, against every universally accepted moral code!” Namjoon exclaims, hand to his chest in astonishment. You give him a wry look, unconvinced.

“Well, that’s pretty much what I got from your very unlikely story. Besides, how the hell am I supposed to believe that you’re some interdimensional timetraveller who has come to prevent humanity’s downfall? And with no evidence?”

Namjoon looks so serious, you’re almost afraid to hear his answer. You feel sweat beginning to form on the palms of your hands, already preparing yourself for whatever proof he might bestow upon you. Would it be photographs of war and destruction? Would it be documents filled with radical propaganda? Or worse––would it be videos of your supposed child, committing crimes against humanity?

Instead, Namjoon presents to you his hand. Confused, you allow him to take your hand, feeling his coarse skin against your softer one. Even though his hands have probably experienced the taste of war, they feel warm regardless.

He turns his palms downwards, pointing to his other index finger as if it is explanation enough. You notice a small tanline where a ring might be, but that still doesn’t say much. When you don’t react, he heaves a sigh, as if burdened by what he is about to say.

“Miss Y/N… I’m going to be honest with you. My mission here is not to kill you, nor your fiance. In fact, I…” he trails off, gazing away from you and outside to the busy Seoul streets outside the coffee shop. When you grow impatient, you snap your fingers in front of him, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Spare me the YA novel bullshit. Just tell me what you want and maybe I’ll tell the police you aren’t completely insane,” you say.

Namjoon swallows, hard. Then, “Okay so BASICALLY I’m gonna make you fall in love with me, and we’re gonna get married, then my sperm will fertilize your egg and INSTEAD of baby Hitler 2.0, we’ll give birth to Jesus 2.0.”

[authenticparanoidghosts]

here’s a very long d&d story about the time my party used volleyball skills to become a god.  for @komodoclassic, because she asked

this is a story in three parts

part i - a brief introduction of major characters and setting

okay so this was our big sophomore year campaign that lasted from first semester on over into part of second semester

really good campaign, our DM put a lot of work into it and we love him, but we had so many players that we had to split into two groups who both played the same world on the same timeline which was a huge fantastic mess

it ended bc the group I was in got a total party kill fighting a lizard with a magic eyeball (a totally different story - I was playing a hot tree and I might have killed him on my own after the rest of the party died if he hadn’t had that fucking entourage) and the other group killed the interdimensional asshole/refugee guy my party was actually trying to help

anyways, important characters in this story:

our DM, who I will not refer to by name even though I do tag him by name sometimes. I love to be inconsistent 

me, playing my first character for this campaign (who did survive! she had to be retired before the lizard TPK for other nonsense reasons), a dwarf paladin named Taxes

Taxes (real name: Ataxite Tellus) was from a family of swindlers and petty criminals and was forced to leave her life of burglary and scamming when her parents got paid off to have someone take the fall for murdering The Very Important Mayor Of The Big Island Of This Archipelago Country and decided to frame her for it

instead of going to jail like she was supposed to, she was like “fuck this” and fled to a different island where she dyed her hair and put on a bandana like an old west outlaw and spitefully decided to dedicate her life to Not Being A Huge Asshole 

obviously the way to do this is by taking some (k)night classes and becoming a paladin

Taxes is not a very good paladin

her god is Deimos, who does fire and war and justice and out of all the gods we met during the campaign (which was honestly a shocking amount) he was the nicest to us

our DM said he (Deimos) got briefly famous on the d&d reddit - partially because of this story and partially because of the stunts we were pulling immediately before it

anyways it’s important that you know that Taxes is from a family of criminals and just genuinely not very good at her job

one of my roommates, playing an elven wizard/lich whose name was Faenor but went exclusively by Gregg

good things to know about Gregg: she and Taxes had a classic straight man/banana man dynamic where she would try to do terrible ridiculous criminal things and Taxes would loudly protest but do very little to stop her

a friend, playing a dwarf paladin/cleric named Yule Marbles

Yule also followed Deimos and she and Taxes had an elaborate prayer handshake that they’d made up that gave them DM-sanctioned bonuses to religion checks

our party prayed basically exclusively to Deimos and eventually gained new player characters who ALSO followed him so after a point we just kind of paraded around the world as Deimos’ Favorite Idiots

part ii - volleyball

alright those are the people you need to know, let’s set the scene

our party needs to flee Dinosaur Hell Island where we have just solved the mystery we were summoned to help investigate and also accidentally started a war

quick trivia: Taxes (me) got mocked CONSTANTLY through the campaign bc she kept ACCIDENTALLY STARTING WARS

BAD PALADIN BEHAVIOR

but I did get a joke proficiency in starting wars which I later convinced the DM to let me use to benefit the party, so who’s laughing now, motherfucker

(the final count was that at LEAST three (3) legitimate, real-ass wars could be traced directly back to my actions as Taxes, as well as a couple other events that I would prefer to call “skirmishes” or “battles” that happened more indirectly.  I refuse to count Malcolm’s not-so-legal battle for the deed to hell because 1) I did NOT help that guy, I just said I would, and 2) that was his problem and he started it)

we are leaving without telling anyone what we’ve found out

because they’re going to kill us, probably

you know. because of the war. that we started. on their already incredibly politically fraught island

the point is that we solved the goddamn mystery despite being absolutely terrible detectives and we FINALLY get to leave

we’ve been playing this part of the campaign for weeks and we’re all very tired of it

also the player who was intended to take point on the investigation (her hot mentor/maybe boyfriend? was the one who had called us there) had died pretty early on doing a pretty risky stunt involving a shark and an underwater cave, so we were just muddling through it

and we kept “”accidentally”” insulting people by stealing things (dinosaurs) and getting caught trying to break into things (sacred temples) and just generally being rude (Yule REALLY didn’t like the fey and I was briefly cursed by a swamp hag)

and, again, we started that war

we really need to skip town

a very unfortunate ship had crashed on the island a couple days previously and some of the people on it are very powerful sorcerers who we (really just Xenon, the half-orc fighter and everyone’s very best friend) have convinced to teleport us off the island

we just need to hide out on their beach and kill some time until the teleportation circle is ready

“do you want to take a rest?” the DM asks

“we should play beach volleyball,” someone else says, at the exact same time

resting is for suckers who are afraid of the very angry lizard people who want to kill us

we vote unanimously to play beach volleyball

the DM graciously decides that, in the interest of comedy, we have all the materials we need and won’t have to, like, sit down and weave a net

we break into two teams of four. team names are quickly decided to be The Hotdogs vs. The Hamburglars 

after the party split our group retained “hamburglars” as our group chat name because our threshold for what entertains us is embarrassingly low

there are eight of us, so we’re playing four-on-four

the makeup of the teams isn’t important (and I can’t remember them), but know that we’re a half-orc, a tiefling, a middle-school-age human girl, an adult human man, two dwarves, an undead elf, and a fishperson

we spend a decent amount of time coming up with rules necessary to let us play volleyball

it’s mostly dexterity checks and rolling a d4 to see what quadrant of the court the ball lands in

some of our group doesn’t know the rules to actual volleyball and they have to be explained

listen. this is possibly the nerdiest thing I’ve ever done. I’m willing to acknowledge that, you don’t need to tell me.

anyways, ultimately the outcome of the game doesn’t matter (the Hamburglars won) and neither does how good or bad anyone was at rolling for imaginary volleyball (we fucking crushed the Hotdogs)

the point is that we played it and were so charmed by it that we would not forget about our new skills. we would remember them in our hour of need.

part iii - now I am (accidentally) become (NOT ACTUALLY A) god, destroyer of pirates

imagine there’s a timeskip

like, uh, two weeks later in game time at MOST

the group has split in real life, so my group is now Taxes, Yule, Gregg, Roswell (delightful fishperson), and another guy who stopped coming regularly and then was later replaced by another guy who doesn’t really become important until later, when we try to help a dimension-hopping dicklick by killing a lizard and stealing his eyeball

his character’s name was Yashirou and he’s not in this at all but it’s important that you know that by the time he died he had been partially transformed into so many different things that he was achingly close to being classified as an abomination and also was probably going to be fired from his job as a space cop

anyways, it’s a new day and a new session

actually, it’s probably like 11 pm. this will be relevant later

Taxes, Gregg, and Yule are the only player characters present because Roswell was busy or something

we’re on a new continent, hanging out with Taxes’ younger sister, Olivine

Olivine has also split from their parents and now runs an all-female gang of pirates who steal from the two much BIGGER gangs of pirates and also the trading federation and then sells whatever they’ve captured to the anti-government faction of the civil war that’s currently happening on the continent

this civil war is the only war currently going on/about to start where the root causes are NOT my fault in any way because when the thing that caused the circumstances that are creating unrest happened, Taxes had her hands over her ears and was humming loudly bc she knew she’d be morally obligated to do something if someone told her what was going on

right now, both major gangs of pirates and the trading federation are also all currently at war with each other

this is my fault

nobody but Gregg and Yule know it’s my fault, though, so I’m only in danger of being mocked for it

anyways we’re hanging out with my sister

doing crime

well, Gregg is doing crime.  Taxes and Yule are paladins so they’re just protecting their good friend Gregg from people who might try to do her harm.  it’s an airtight excuse, thank you

we’re actually on the continent because we’re traveling to visit Yule’s wife and son

so my sister and her gang (and us) have recently stolen a bunch of supplies from a guy named Scipio who is, we’ve been told, a Huge Asshole

Olivine’s gang is going to pay some local sailors to run the supplies up to the northern part of the continent which is both where the rebels are based and where Yule’s family lives

so ofc we’re on one boat (chock full of magical items we have recently lit a perfectly nice wizard on fire to steal) and two of the girl gang members are on the other (full of, like, food I think) providing security and acting as Olivine’s representatives for the deal they’re trying to make with the rebel camp

things are going well

we’re just sailing, no big deal

except, you know, like the first rule of d&d is Never Get On A Boat

and we are definitely on a boat

undeniably on a boat

on a boat full of MANY stolen goods

so ofc a couple hours into our trip, a bigger, faster ship sails up behind us. a bigger, faster ship with very official looking flags

it’s a gang of pirate enforcers (from one of the big two gangs) and they are presumably here to rob the shit out of us

“oh shit” we say, and look over at the other boat where the only NPCs who can help us also appear to be mouthing oh shit

“well,” someone says (me), “I think we can talk our way out of this”

I like to think I’m optimistic (and sometimes I find combat boring)

I prefer to try to lie my ass off to get us out of bad situations

we let the pirates board

things to know:

previous to this adventure on this continent, Taxes had gained the ability to see the names of everyone she meets, Death Note style

also she has a new helmet

more on the helmet later

Yule, who had been wearing Custom Order Rose Gold Plate Armor with the symbol of Deimos (god of LAW and JUSTICE) inscribed in the front and a cake recipe on the back, had been persuaded to take it off and hide it below decks so she looks less like the paladin/cleric she is

Gregg and Taxes look sketchy as hell all the time so they’re not worried

“hey, uh, what’s the plan?” someone asks, moments before the pirates climb onto our ship

“we are also pirates now,” Taxes says

“what”

“we are specifically the same sort of pirates they are because they’re not going to rob one of their own boats,” Taxes says, because she has the actor feat and is willing to use it

“alright, sounds good,” Gregg says, because she loves deception and can just blast the shit out of anyone with her wizard powers if things go south

so we let the pirates board

guy #1 (the only important pirate in this story) is obviously in charge and probably wearing an outfit that makes him look like a douche

he’s a huge douche which we find out immediately and also again later

you’ll see

he starts in on us, threatening everyone, asking our business and clearly winding up to start demanding that we put our hands on our heads and show him where our gold is

“Harrison,” Taxes says

she can see that his name is Harrison with her magic eyes

“Harrison, please, you’ve got the wrong boat”

Harrison - and everyone with him - about swallows his tongue in surprise that she’s addressing him by name

later we find out from the DM that at work he goes by something incredibly silly like Inflammis or Incindior or Combustus or something

none of the other pirates know his name is really Harrison

“who the fuck are you” the pirates, rather reasonably, want to know

“representatives of Lady Blackwing herself,” Gregg says, because we have a hold full of treasure we’ve literally just stolen from this exact group of pirates the day before and nothing to lose

Gregg is basically impossible to kill and should not be allowed to make decisions for the party, but we never learned

we attempt to convince Harrison that we are, in fact, pirates and that we do, actually, work for his boss (Lady Blackwing)

our story is that we’re secret profiteers who are selling things on the black market to both armies in order to fill Lady Blackwing’s pockets with gold

I’m sure you remember there’s a civil war about to get started

“what the fuck is a secret profiteer?” Harrison wants to know

“well,” we say, “we’d tell you, but how do we know you’re high enough up in the organization to have clearance for that information?” heavily implying that he’s a chump for not recognizing us

oooo, burn

Harrison is, of course, not fooled by this

so we send Yule down to the hold to get something to prove that we have our own cargo (that we definitely didn’t steal from them)

Yule comes back, arms full of Custom Order Rose Gold Plate Armor with the symbol of Deimos (god of LAW and JUSTICE) inscribed in the front and a cake recipe on the back, and we roll JUST barely high enough to convince him that we have our own goods and we might, in fact, be pirates who are on his team and he probably should try not to rob us 

so Harrison, a little dazed and definitely pissed off (we were not very polite to him), goes back to his ship

the pirates who have boarded the other vessel also go back to their ship

we start trying to sail the hell out of there as fast as possible

the other boat we’re traveling with sails up next to us and our NPC friends wave us over

“what the FUCK did you tell them?” hot girl gang member who can, like, literally smite things (she was clearly the muscle of the group) asks us 

“we convinced them we were also pirates,” we say

“oh shit” she says

their boat has convinced the pirates that they’re just merchants

turns out the pirates really are looking for the people who robbed them yesterday

for revenge

that’s us. they want revenge on us.

we decide to sail faster

it’s too late, though, because the pirate ship is sailing after us again and we already know they’re capable of catching us

“should we fire the canons?” someone asks, unsure if our boats even HAVE canons

“you should roll initiative,” the DM says, not at all like it’s a suggestion

we’re in combat

on Harrison’s first turn, he hits us with a level 7 fireball

turns out he’s a wizard and he’s very mad at us

Infernus, his work name was probably Infernus

we’re understandably furious about being on fire

there is some shouting that he probably cannot hear

now we get turns

two of us are paladins who don’t really have ranged attacks, and the other one of us is Gregg

the NPCs can do some cool shit but this has dragged on long enough so I will not mention them

“hm,” Gregg says, and tries to light them on fire back (it doesn’t work)

“oh dear,” Yule says, and attempts to fire a canon at them (turns out we do have them)

“I’d like to use my magic hat,” Taxes says, because she REALLY doesn’t want anymore 7th level spells being thrown around and now seems like a good a time as any to figure out what the hat does

“oh my god,” says the DM

“oh my god, really?” he looks delighted

this is the first inkling we get that Taxes’ magic hat is maybe more powerful than any item we ever should have been given

ABOUT THE HAT

previous to this adventure (after Dinosaur Hell Island), Gregg went house shopping and we ended up stealing a fortress carved into a meteor (located in a plane I think our DM might have made up that was basically space) from a Beholder 

after clearing the Beholder and most of its minions out from our future home, we went through it and found a whole bunch of loot.  most notably a rock with a weird marking on it, a shield, and a helmet

the rock went to Gregg who owned the house and when she picked it up the markings moved to her arm and gave her sort of a sick sleeve tattoo that I think boosted all her necrotic spells or something

goth as FUCK

Xenon, the fighter and our very good friend, got the shield and I honestly don’t think we ever figured out what it did

Taxes got the Helmet of War

she’s a paladin of the god of war (and justice and fire), so why not

it’s just a normal-looking helmet and it gave +1 to armor class and our DM had me roll a d4 to see how many charges it had

the helmet had 4 charges, and we did an arcana check but all we learned was that it would summon “an avatar of war”

cool, I thought, like a spirit or something that can fight with me in battle

well

we didn’t bother to investigate any further

“I’d like to use my magic hat,” Taxes says, thinking that an avatar of war might be able to fly and go attack Harrison from a distance

“oh my god,” says the DM, and from the light in his eyes you’d think one of us had just gotten down on one knee for him

“are you sure,” he asks in the DM Voice, and Taxes just shrugs because even if it doesn’t work, at least they’ll know what the hat does, right?

“yeah,” Taxes says, “I activate my magic hat”

“oh my god,” the DM says, and starts furiously writing something down

we wait with interest because we’re starting to get the feeling that the hat does something cool

who’d have thought

“okay,” he says, after a minute

“Taxes starts to glow and she steps off the ship,” he says

“what,” I say, because I’m wearing plate armor and don’t trust myself to roll high enough not to drown because of it

“a giant, 50 foot tall, glowing Taxes forms around her”

“what,” I say

“you’re standing on top of the water, piloting this giant spectral form from the inside”

“what,” I say

“your strength and dex are both 30 and you have 100 additional health,” he says.  “it’ll last for 10 minutes or until the 100 health are depleted”

“what,” we all say

“what would you like to do, avatar of war?” he asks

oh, I’M the avatar of war

THAT’S what the hat does

Taxes raises her arm and points at the pirate ship

HARRISON, she yells, in a voice that’s 50 feet tall and also glowing

the intimidation roll is a nat 20

Gregg does a perception check and the DM assures us that Harrison has peed himself

we all feel very smug

“I want that ship,” I say to the DM

“you- what?” he asks

“I want to have that ship. I’m going to pick up it up,” I say

“oh my god,” he says

“roll strength for it,” he says

Taxes rolls a nat 20 to pick up the ship

the second nat 20 in a row

all four of us are literally shaking with excitement

she scoops up the ship with one huge, glowing hand, and heaves it up to eye level

down on our boat, Gregg and Yule are going absolutely ape

Gregg is screaming encouragement, Yule is on the verge of ecstatic tears

this is also exactly how we feel in real life

“what do you want to do with the boat?” the DM says

“uhh,” I say, because I hadn’t thought that far ahead

we all contemplate the situation

“you could dropkick it,” someone says

“oh my god,” I say

we look at the DM

“roll something,” he says, because no one wants to see what’s about to happen more than he does

natural 20

the third one

in a row

this will probably never happen to me again, ever, in my life

all four of us are shouting at once, we’re on the verge of hysteria

I’m in tears

it’s nearly 1 am and we’re acting like we’ve won the superbowl 

this is the best possible outcome the magic hat could have had

“how do you want to do this?” the DM asks, which is his special ‘I’m going to give you gays everything you want’ phrase that usually means we get to decide the finishing blow for an enemy

“actually,” I say, “can I jump serve it?”

“oh my god,” someone says

that’s right.  beach volleyball, motherfuckers

“yes,” he says

50 foot Taxes tosses the boat into the air

takes a beautiful run-up

and spikes a boat full of pirates so hard that it soars over the coastline and crashes well inland

“wow,” the DM says.  “I’m gonna need some time to figure out how much experience this get you”

later, once he’s got it figured out, it will be enough to give Taxes two levels instantaneously as well as giving Gregg and Yule one each

Taxes goes back to the boats she’s been traveling with

EVERYONE on board is losing their goddamn minds

Yule and Taxes decide to ride the high and take a moment to make an extra big prayer to their god to thank him for the magic hat because it’s so incredibly baller

the roll is not a nat 20, but a holy fire descends upon Mega Taxes and the symbol of Deimos appears over her huge, spectral breastplate

Attack of the Fifty Foot Taxes decides to just pick up the ships she’s traveling with and carry them as far as her remaining 9 minutes of avatar time will get her

“what day is it,” I ask the DM as we’re doing this, because we’re tracking exactly what day it is in-game and it’s fun to know

“june 21st,” he says, after flipping through his notes

“huh,” someone says, “that’s the summer solstice”

“oh my god,” he says

you’ll never guess which patron deity’s major holiday is celebrated on the summer solstice

that’s a lie, you get one guess

it’s Deimos, god of fire and justice and war and being AWESOME as HELL

so

a giant, glowing figure of a dwarf in battered armor with the symbol of Deimos blazing on their chest was seen walking across the ocean just offshore of a major continent that is currently on the cusp of all-out civil war on the morning of Demios’ holy day

it’s just Taxes, who really only does these things on accident or on impulse in the heat of the moment

but the people of the continent don’t know that 

soon, after reaching our destination and starting off on foot towards the village where Yule’s wife lives, we start hearing rumors about the return of Deimos, the Real Ass God

this is what makes the third war my fault

the rumors are never disproven and people continue to believe that Deimos Really Did That until the day we called it quits

“oh my god,” Taxes, a very grudging paladin, says in horror, adjusting her bandana more firmly over her face

“oh my god,” says Gregg, who knows exactly how she’s going to be introducing her friend to the next person they meet

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay, I need more interaction between Sunset Shimmer and Flash Sentry, and since EQG isn’t doing much and any fan content I can dig up is /romantic/, I’m going to have to do this myself. (Minor disclaimer: I don’t hate the romantic content between them. It’s just not my cup of tea.) This is ended up as a lot of ‘Sunset’s past and motives’, but the relationship with Flash is explored in how that went down during their ‘relationship’ and also after the reformation. 

Anyway, headcanon time!

So, one of the biggest questions people have is ‘how did Sunset manage to get Flash to go out with her if she was so widely known for being terrible?’. The answer is that she wasn’t terrible for a while. 

Let me elaborate. Sunset, when she came through the portal, was about 13. While she was a bit entitled, she wasn’t ‘evil’. She.... 

okay, this is going to get into a ‘Sunset’s Past’ headcanon if I go on too long, but short version is that she hadn’t ever wanted power for power’s sake. It was because she saw small cracks in Celestia’s persona as ‘Princess’, and wanted to know more about the real Celestia. She decided that the only way this would happen would be to become a Princess as well, and did whatever it took to make that happen. 

The biggest problem she ran into was Celestia herself, as her ‘Princess Persona’ was a poor coping mechanism that I definitely don’t have time to get into here. The other problem she had was having to prove herself over and over to the Nobility who questioned her every move. 

So, Sunset Shimmer, being the rash teen she is, runs through the portal and gets trapped there for at least a few years. She’s 13, angry, hurt, but also quite lost and scared because she’s in a strange new world with a body she doesn’t understand and no usable magic. And above all, she can’t see the point. The one thing she wanted, to prove she was worthy of being Celestia’s equal, no, her friend, is shattered because she tried too hard. 

As the years go by and Sunset starts her life in this new world and makes it to Canterlot High, she’s not a terrible person. She’s not the ‘bully’. Sure, she’s not friendly, but she’s not purposely being mean or blackmailing others. Her need to be the best is still there, even if she doesn’t have somewhere to aim it. So she blends in, almost too well. Despite the more prickly parts of her personality, she’s pretty and charming. And there’s just enough of her past as a Unicorn slipping in to make others interested in her, though they don’t know why. She makes it to being Princess of the Fall Formal on her own merits, just with this. She wasn’t trying. 

Of course, she tries a little more after that. Again, she hasn’t hit the ‘bully’ stage yet, but she’s trying more to be ‘popular’, even if the love and respect she gets isn’t what she’d originally wanted. 

Now, since she’s trying, she want some sort of boyfriend to help her image. Sure, it would he oh so easy to seduce an upperclassmen, and that would’ve gotten short term points, but a long, stable(ha) relationship gets more points.But there’s also a conundrum: She doesn’t want to actually string someone along, and she definitely doesn’t want to have to actually engage in romantic activities. 

While she’s debating this, she meets Flash. Well, she’d met him before, since they’re in the middle of Freshman year at CHS. He was sweet, perhaps a little to nice in Sunset’s opinion, and quite popular. But that’s not the reason Sunset chose him. 

You see, some People and Ponies are more connected to their Counterpart than others. As in, they can on some level communicate with their Counterpart through Dreams. So far, the only two I’ve headcanoned with this ability are Flash and Pinkie. 

With Flash it’s just, well, flashes of memories. He can brush it off as just a strange reoccuring dream about being a Pegasus, but clear enough that he can tell stories of events. 

With Pinkie, she’s a Lucid Dreamer so she and her Other Self can actually talk to one another.

Anyway, this is why Sunset chooses Flash above other options. She overheard him telling his friends about the ‘weird Pegasus dream’ again. At first, she think it’s a coincidence. She absolutely chokes on her sandwich when he says ‘and our principal was some kind of winged Unicorn horse Queen!’

As for how she gets him into the relationship, she does kind of let him know she’s using him, but she doesn’t tell him the right reason she’s using him. Specifically, she corners him and puts on the act of ‘Hey, my parents found out I’m gay and want to kick me out. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend so they think I’m straight?”. To be fair, that’s only 1/3 a lie. Her parents know she’s gay, but they don’t want to kick her out. 

Flash, kind as he is, agrees immediately. He figures out pretty quickly that it’s at least partly a lie. They hang out at Sunset’s place to have the illusion of dating, and he notices her parents are never around. While it’s actually because her parents are in another dimension, she says they’re ‘always on business trips and never home’. Absentee parents aren’t going to be able to find out their daughter is gay. 

At first, he’s suspicious. Because why lie your way into a relationship? But as time goes on, she never tries anything. Their interactions remain entirely platonic. And while he doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, he sees that she needs a friend. 

And oddly enough, they do become friends. Whether or not Sunset acknowledges it as friendship, that’s what happens. While at School or around Flash’s foster parents they’ll play the romance, they’re dorks together. They have their own game tournaments where they kick each others’ ass at Mario Kart. Hell, Sunset even tries to convince him to ‘fake their breakup’ to go pursue someone he actually likes(like the cute bass player. Seriously Flash go for it. He likes you.)

Seriously, they learn as much as possible about one another. Sunset knows everything about Flash, and the only things Flash doesn’t know about Sunset are the exact details of her past, since she can’t say ‘I’’m actually a Unicorn’. 

It’s not until the beginning of Junior year that thing start to go down hill. You see, over summer break was when, in the other dimension, Nightmare Moon returned. Due to Flash’s weird dream connection bullshit, Sunset already knew she’d been replaced, but now she’s been outdone. Not only did Twilight Sparkle become Element of Magic, but she got Celestia to care as more than ‘Princess’. This starts the wheels turning, giving her an idea of how to get her original goal: Prove to Celestia that she’s worthy of her friendship. If she can take the Element of Magic for herself, if she can wield it, then it would show Celestia just how worthy she is. 

Her plan involves making sure that there’s no one to stop her. Very few would follow her through the portal(especially since her original plan was to be there and gone before anyone noticed), so she needs to counter threats from the Human world. She can’t find this world’s ‘Twilight’, but she managed to figure out the other five. So her plan is to break them apart. This is where she becomes the bully, because she can’t just break them apart, because others would help them. She has to break apart the entire school. 

At first, it’s subtle. It’s not even the ‘nobody can prove it’s her’ subtle, it’s legit ‘no one suspects her’ subtle. Anonymous blackmail to the right people, pretty words encouraging what she wants, that sort of thing. Yet, for all she’s doing, she isn’t being outright terrible. 

No, through all this, she’ still nice, she’s still Flash’s friend, she’s just doing terrible things to justify her goal. But it’s when he finds out that everything breaks. Because he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand what the point of it all is. She’s hurting people for what, popularity? Control? What is it? And Sunset can’t tell him, because how do you explain all that? How does she tell him that she’s an interdimensional Unicorn that’s so desperate to get what she wants that she has to do this? She tries, but she can’t tell him the full story. And it’s Flash that leaves. Because as much as he can see she’s hurting, as much as he still cares about his friend, he can’t stay around her if this is what she’s choosing to do. 

After that, she snaps. You don’t realize what you have until it’s gone, right? Even though it wasn’t Celestia, she had a friend, someone who genuinely cared about her, and once again, her need to be worthy of Celestia’s love made her screw it up. She doesn’t bother with ‘nice’ anymore. This is Sunset the bully, the terror of CHS. 

But it is not Sunset the Demon. She has lines she won’t cross still. So yes, she’ll tear someone apart with insults and threats, but she’ll never cause physical harm, and some secrets are best kept safe. She never tells anyone anything about Flash, even though it would be easy revenge. She doesn’t pick on people for things out of their control, and especially never does any sort of ‘threatening to drag them out of the closet’ thing. 

Sunset the Demon is different. Magic is so intertwined with emotion, especially the Elements of Harmony. She felt betrayed, like everything that should have been hers was taken from her, and it made her cruel, lying and manipulating her way to get back the one thing she though could make her happy. The Element of Magic reacted to that, and turned it up to 11. Emotions so powerful it turned into physical pain, and it overtook her and warped her ideas into something terrible. It took away the line to cross, and made her want more than just Celestia’s care. 

Sunset and Flash hadn’t talked since he left. And even after the Fall Formal, neither can bring themselves to talk, to try and fix things. And with Flash, since he let her, he’s wanted to hate her. Because he should, right? She became a terrible person, she turned into a literal demon. But he can’t, because he knows the real Sunset Shimmer. And he thinks he’s crazy, because that girl had to have been fake. 

And when the Sirens come in, and their magic pushes Desire into overdrive. He wants to hate her, because he should hate her, And he should love hating her for all she’s done. “There’s the bad girl we all love to hate!”

Even with their short talk in Legend of Everfree, in talking about starting over, it still takes a while to talk. And when they do, she tells him everything. While everyone learned about Magic and Equestria and Ponies and Counterparts, very few learned about her life there. Just her friends. And the time she told him, she went into everything. Every single instance she could remember that led her to this Dimension. And she told him about everything after, not just why she made terrible decisions, but the pain of her Demon form. She’d only told Twilight before, both Twilights, but neither was told because of her own pain. She broke down. While she’d cried at the Fall Formal, that was more due to realization and pain. Here, she cried because it was so much to happen. Because with the perspective, she realized how fucked everything was. And partly, because she was happy to have someone who cared, someone who had seen the worst of her and the best of her, yet never hated her, no matter how much she probably deserved it. 

After that, they work to repair their friendship. It’s just like it was before, sitting in Sunset’s place, kicking each others’ ass at Mario Kart, swimming, laughing at jokes both old and new. But there’s differences. Not only their closeness, but the fact that they have more friends. You should have seen them working together when someone dug out a gamecube and Mario Party 7. 

[andyl394]

ANDY’S MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Happy You’re Here: (Series) -Discontinued-

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avengers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.

Why: (One Shot) 

Request: tony is reader’s father and some angst? Bucky and reader a little conection but not fallen in love just like ‘hey i kind of feel confortable around you’. bye - Anon

10 Signs an Introvert Likes you: (Series) -Complete-

Summary: Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video; A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not.

Sleepy Birthday-boy: (Drabble)

Summary: You couldn’t spend your whole day with Bucky, but there was still a couple minutes left.

Introverted: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Request:  I love your introvert series so far and I’m looking forward to future chapters. I was wondering if you could do a one shot or something with a strong-willed introvert fem!reader x Bucky? A lot of introvert readers aren’t given very many dimensions and I was hoping you could make it awesome with fluff and possible smut ☆〜（ゝ。∂）-

Taken Care of: (One Shot) -Bucky x Reader x Steve-

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know

Blind Date: (One Shot)

Request:  Can I get an valentine’s day Bucky x Reader, pls? It can even be a drabble maybe some fluff or sexual tension? u choose <3  - Anon

Club Security: (Series) -Mafia-discontinued- 

Summary: Being an almost Chief of the Italian Mafia wasn’t all that good, sometimes things would get boring. That was one of the motives that made Bucky create a “secret” club; and just as every important and rich establishment, there should be someone to take care of it. And that someone happens to be you.

April Fools: (One Shot)

Request: is April fools and reader is a prankster and is playing pranks in everyone except Bucky and they go out on a date in the day to escape the results? - Anon

Problem: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: You weren’t a good girl, you were a problem - as the team always said to him -, and Bucky knew that, but he simply didn’t care.

Festive Prompt: (One Shot)

Request:  13, 47 and 42 Bucky x reader? - Anon 13. “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” 42. “Oi! That’s my hot chocolate!”47. “You made gingerbread zombies?”

Ashamed: (One Shot) (plus size reader)

Summary: Sneaking around with the Super Soldier wasn’t easy and all you wanted was to stop it, but what do you do when Bucky doesn’t seem to want the same thing as you?

Birthday girl: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: It was your birthday, and Bucky had a hell of a gift.

Hyphothetically: (Vday One Shot)

Summary: Not wanting to spend Valentine’s day alone, your friend convinces you to go out, ditching you in thirty minutes of chatter. Well, at the end of the night, you figured that being ditched wasn’t all that bad as you seemed to have found a new companion.

Oh no, that’s bad: (Social Media au)

Summary: You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it?

But it’s better if you do: (Social Media au)

Summary: Working as a dancer to pay for your college in the barely legal cabaret club that your friend helped run wasn’t as bad as it sounded like, especially when you get to meet a blue-eyed masked devil who is definitely much sweeter than your idiotic class-mate, James Barnes, who also had blue eyes and wait his voice sounds similar and his hair sure looks like- oh no.

Oh no, that’s good: (One Shot) -NSFW-

summary: Bucky had a plan: all he had to do was talk about his feelings for you, tell you how he felt and how he wanted to be loved. That was all, just talking, no action, just talking. But it was getting hard to follow the plan when you kept looking at him like that.

Steve Rogers X Reader

Light: (One Shot)

Request: Hey, could you do a 20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.” and a 21. “You’re like a heater!” Steve Rogers X Reader? Pls? - Anon

Yes: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Request: hellllloooo, i love your writing and i have a request. can you make something with reader X steve with this chat: “x1: wait, how do you know that steve is great in bed?” “x2: we share a wall, so either he’s amazing in bed or y/n just likes to agree with him a lot.” “x2: loudly, and a lot.” - Anon

Sick: (One Shot)

Request: Hi gorgeous! Can I have a Steve/Fem!Reader where she’s his girlfriend he realises something is happening to her from small details(like…Skin and hair colour fading,a strange way to approach food.),and the little things grow to big things when she moves in with him (she’s a lot skinnier than what seems healthy,faints constantly,never eats with him,hits gym more than necessary…) ‘til he find out she’s anorexic and decided to help her? But can you do it without the whole pity party angst?Without the"I’m ugly and I want to be beautiful"line that is in every F one of the stories with this theme,but with reader being a model(that’s how they met)and living under pressure to be 'perfect’ to the media and to Steve?I think of something in the lines of wanting to be in control and LOOK like she’s in control of her life.You could end with him convincing her of finding help, no unrealistic accepting herself for him. Thanks, love.

Taken Care of: (One Shot) -Bucky x reader x Steve-

Request:  Can you take a request for me? Reader is sick and Steve or Bucky (or both, omg) take care of me/her? It can be short. I just need… You know

Wipe the Machines: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: Captain America thought you hated him, but you just wanted him to wipe the damn sweat off the Gym’s machines.

Cutecumber: (Vday One Shot) -soulmate au-

Summary: A normal day at work was rather busy, even more so when it’s Valentine’s Day. Always playing Cupid, you never thought that you would finally find your soulmate on such a chaotic day.

Tony Stark X Reader

Father!Why: (One Shot)

tony is reader’s father and some angst? Bucky and reader a little conection but not fallen in love just like ‘hey i kind of feel confortable around you’. bye - Anon

Peter Parker X Reader

Familiarity: (Part 1 | Part 2)

Requested:  a one-shot or something like that about the reader being Peter’s classrommate but for some reason being called to the avengers, and he is there in his suit and he keep seeing her in the school wondering why she was there? pls? - Anon

Not enough: (One Shot) -plus size reader-

Requested: Well, I’m shy and this is a weird request so… Yeah. Well, I was wondering, could you do a Peter Parker X Reader with angst? Like. ANGST. STUFF THAT FIC WITH PURE TEENAGE ANGST OR SOMETHING AND THEN IT ENDS WITH SOME FLUFF? Thank you! - Anon

Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Clumsy Little Thing: (One Shot)

Summary:  It was Valentine’s Day, and yet, you would have to stay inside the Avenger’s Tower. But would you be alone, though?

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Oblivious: (Vday One Shot)

Summary: Wanda just wanted to call you on a date, but as Stark says, you’re really oblivious to someone with 8 PhDs.

Loki Odinson x Reader

I read it in a book: (One Shot)

Summary: When you start to avoid the God of mischief, he asks himself what had he done to cause that.

Steve Harrington X Reader

Festive prompt: (One Shot)

Request:  From the festive prompt list, 1, 2 and 35 Steve Harrington x Reader? 1. “Is that mistletoe?” 2.“Are you- are you pulling down mistletoe?” 35.“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??”

The Hargrove’s Sister: (Part one | Part two | Part three)

Summary: All you wanted was to protect your step-sister when you found yourself in a junkyard helping a bunch of middle schoolers to fight an interdimensional slug that turned into a dog and was thirsty for blood. Oh, and Steve Harrington was there too, not that it was a big deal.

Little Matchmakers: (Vday One Shot)

Summary: It was movie night and coincidently, Valentine’s Day, and it seemed as if the kids had decided to take the Cupid’s job.

Billy Hargrove X Reader

Fuck Away the Pain: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: All you wanted was to forget your excuse of a ex-boyfried for one night, you just wanted a distraction. Luckily, the new kid seemed more than willing to help you out.

Tutor: (One Shot)

Summary: With your failing math grades, your boyfriend decided to take it on him to tutor you. All you had to do was follow the rules of no kissing until you learned the material. You could do that, right?

Diana Prince X Reader

Festive Prompt: (One Shot)

Request:   Hello, I’d really be happy if you could write something with 12 and 18 DIANA X READER, in which reader really loves Christmas but Diana never really thought about it and she has a crush on reader, so she goes the extra mile and decorated the whole League’s mansion. Thank you! - Anon 12. How on earth did you get tinsel there? 18. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, you know.

Dean Winchester X Reader

Stretching: (One Shot) -NSFW-

Summary: It was hard to keep your body relaxed between hunting and researching the whole day, but you found your way, and - apparently -, so did Dean Winchester.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You: (One Shot)

Summary: Your birthday was coming up, and living in a world with Soulmates, turning 22 without one wasn’t always a good sign.

The Marauders 

Sneak out: (One Shot)

Summary:  Ok, I can’t be the only one that when read that junk called Cursed Child thought how they tried to escape and why, soo….. YEP. Hope you like this drabble <3

[ecotone99]

[SF] WAR DECISION BY SKYLER WOODS

Hi guys, a few of my friends on Facebook pointed out a few mistakes in the first draft of my short story. I decided to post this story again using their corrections. I hope you like it.

War Decision

by Skyler Woods

Jenny Holloway was a New York police officer, but she was also not human. Jenny had a husband and a son, but she adopted them. Jenny's husband knew that his wife wasn't human. He knew about her secret and how she was part of a crime syndicate from another world. Jenny's husband, Tom, knew that his wife used to be an off-world gangster girl who ran from her crime organization past, and was trying to turn her life around by blending in with human society and joining the NYPD.

Jenny loved living her human life. She loved her husband and her son, Zachary. But Jenny had a decision to make. A decision that could possibly cause her to lose everything, including her life. Jenny had powers, but she had to keep her powers a secret so that she could avoid being detected by a crime lord who sent his men to Earth to kill her. Jenny had a dark past. She worked for a ruthless crime boss who ran drug operations and underground gang dealings on her planet. Jenny thought she could run away from the corruption on her planet, but she had to realize that she couldn't run away from anything. Jenny discovered that Earth wasn't as different as her planet. On Jenny's planet, there were still drugs, prostitutes, pimps, crime bosses, and corrupt businessmen. Jenny still saw herself as a woman on the run. She had to live out the rest of her life as a human being and avoid using her powers. Mortius was looking for her. He sent his men out to hunt her down. Mortius was an interdimensional crime lord and Jenny didn't want Mortius to find her. She knew that if he found her, he would kill her for leaving him. Jenny used to work for Mortius. She was his girlfriend and co-owner of his drug cartel business. But Jenny was sick of living the life of a criminal.

It took some time, but Jenny found the courage to pack up her things and leave Mortius. She wanted to live a new life. She found her family. She found two people who she cared about more than anything in the world, which was her husband and son. But now, Jenny had a decision to make and she knew that Mortius would find her and kill her if she made her decision.

"You have to keep your powers a secret or this fucking guy will kill you! You understand what I'm saying?" Jenny's husband, Tom, spoke sharply over the phone to his beautiful, non-human wife. "Think about what you're doing, baby," Tom added with a distraught tension in his voice.

"I have to save this woman's baby. The poor thing died because some crazy motherfucker was spraying bullets and he shot and killed this woman's baby. The mother is crying and I want to do something to help her. This gunman killed her infant daughter and I just can't sit here and do nothing. I want to bring this mother's baby back to life, " Jenny told her husband. While talking to her husband, Jenny was sitting on the hood of her squad car. She could hear her rap music softly booming out of her police car. Jenny liked listening to rap music because it would relax her and helped her do her job. It didn't matter if it was Kendrick Lamar, Drake or Post Malone. Jenny loved every rap star old and new. She loved all kinds of hip hop, and her rap music helped her deal with the stress that came with being a police officer. Sadly, not even Jenny's rap music could relax her, tonight. Hearing her husband's voice over the phone couldn't relax her either. The policewoman was holding her phone and staring at a grieving mother who was down on the ground, sobbing and cradling her dead baby. The mother was surrounded by paramedics and police officers who were trying their best to comfort the young woman. A few minutes ago, Jenny held the woman's dead baby in her arms and she still had the infant's blood on her hands and on her uniform.

"I know that telling you not to resurrect a dead baby sounds heartless. I don't want to sound like a heartless prick, but I don't want to lose you." Tom paused for a minute, taking a deep breath. "I want you to do whatever makes you feel comfortable, but if you resurrect that baby, I know that son of bitch is going to find you. I want you to resurrect the baby, but I don't want you to die."

"I don't think I'm going to die. If he can't find me, then he can't kill me," Jenny softly said to her husband. "Don't worry, baby. I know that what I'm telling you sounds dangerous, but I believe that everything is going to be fine. I don't think he'll find me." Jenny tried to comfort her husband.

"You told me that this guy was a psycho. You told me that if you used your power, you would be exposing your location to him. If you use your power, it becomes a tracking device. You told me that this guy already sent his assassins to Earth and they're looking for you. I'm pretty damn sure he's mad at you for taking his car. You had sex with the guy and then you waited for him to fall asleep. You know guys don't like it when you leave them after having sex with them. Not only did you leave him after sex, but you took his car. You told me that you drove his imported Mercedes to the nearest space airport, you boarded the shuttle and you left the planet. You came to Earth, hoping that you could hide from this asshole." Tom chuckled a little but he only chuckled to keep himself from panicking. "I still can't believe that I married a woman who came from another solar system. I can't believe that my wife was the girlfriend of a guy who's a crime boss from another solar systen. It all sounds like a fucking Hollywood sci-fi movie." Tom couldn't believe what he was saying to his wife. The man had a sense of surrealism and he was also in a state of anxiety.

"I know it sounded like a movie when I was telling you about my life." Jenny giggled. "It was my life and I had to tell you the truth, no matter how unbelievable it sounded. I wasn't sure if you would believe me."

"I had to believe you after you beat up those three men who broke into our house. I'd never seen a woman fight like that." Tom's voice was filled with astonishment. "You didn't even need my help. I knew you weren't human when you beat those guys up in our living room. You broke one guy's nose. You threw one guy across the room. I remembered we had sex that night and you were wearing the negligee I bought for you. I knew that your negligee wasn't bulletproof. Those guys had guns and you disarmed them after they shot you multiple times. They even shot you in the head and you were still standing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. You handled those guys. You were kicking some ass. Like I said, I'd never seen a woman fight like that. I knew you weren't human. I thought you were an angel at first. You've always looked like an angel to me. I compared you to Taylor Swift, but you're more beautiful than her. I was scared the night you beat those guys up, but I also thought it was sexy watching this beautiful woman handle these guys in my living room." Tom relived the whole experience while explaining how he felt to his wife.

"I beat those guys up and I didn't even have to use my powers. I just used my strength," Jenny said to her husband with an amazed tone in her voice. Jenny thought about how she handled the three men in her house. She thought about how she almost killed one of the men by gouging his eyes out. "I didn't even have to use my powers and I beat those men." Jenny repeated herself feeling an essence of reminiscence.

"I don't want you to use your powers. You'll be giving yourself away. Your former gangster boyfriend from another planet will kill you if he finds you. Those men he sent to Earth will find you." Tom kept taking a deep breath in order to keep himself calm. "We've been married for three years. You changed my life and you changed my son's life. Lung cancer took my first wife away from me. It took Zachary's mother. Zachary loved his mother a lot. He was so depressed after she passed away, and then you came into my life a year later and put a smile on my little boy's face again. I knew that you could never replace his mother, but you've come mighty damn close to being a mother to him. That's why he loves you so much. If you get killed tonight, Zachary will be losing his mom all over again and I'll be losing another wife. I lost Samantha to cancer. Please, I can't afford to lose you." There was a brief silence after Tom gave a speech to his wife. Tom was conflicted. He wanted his wife to use her powers to resurrect a dead baby, but he didn't want her to be found and killed by the most notorious crime boss in the universe.

"I love Zachary," Jenny said, breaking the silence. "I always wanted to be a mother. Zachary's not my baby and I'm not his biological mother, but that never stopped us from loving each other. If I get killed after doing this, I want you to tell Zachary that I love him. Tell him that I loved being his mommy." Jenny hesitated and her voice trembled a little. "I know this sounds morbid, but if I die, promise me that you'll take Zachary to Hawaii. I've been taking him to the beach, but I promised him that I was going to take him to Hawaii. If I don't make it, promise me that you'll take him to the Coral Crater Adventure Park in Hawaii. He wants to go there." Jenny waited for her husband to reply. She wanted to hear his promise.

"I promise, I'll take him to Hawaii. But I don't know how I'm going to tell a six year old boy that his stepmother is dead. After Zachary's mom died I had to tell him what happened and that was hard for me to do. You're going to make me tell my little boy that his mother died all over again? If you use your powers and get killed I'll have to explain your death to Zachary. You know that. I can't do that again. I don't want to put my little boy through that again." Tom pleaded with his wife.

"I love you, baby," Jenny told her husband through a somber half whisper. "Tell my little angel that I love him too and you better take him to that park in Hawaii. You better keep your promise."

"Wait a minute, Jenny! Don't hang up!" Tom fought hard to keep his wife on the phone. He could hear in her voice that she was determined to use her powers to resurrect the dead baby. Tom wanted his wife to reconsider, but he also felt guilty for not wanting his wife to save a baby.

"I have to go now," Jenny spoke slowly to her husband.

"If you use your powers, he'll find you! He'll kill you, baby! You told me yourself that this guy was a cold blooded murderer. I know that a killer is a killer, and it doesn't matter if they're human or not. This guy will kill you and I just want you to stop and think about what your doing."

"I won't be able to save the baby if I stop to think about what I'm doing. I love you and Zachary." Jenny gave her love to Tom for the final time. It pained the policewoman to hang up on her husband while he was still pleading with her. Jenny took her phone away from her ear. She slowly stood up with her eyes fixated on the mother and her dead child. Dark thoughts were flowing through Jenny's mind. At first, Jenny was determined to resurrect the mother's baby, but after talking to her husband, she lost her feeling of certitude. She thought about how her stepson would never see her again. Jenny wanted to approach the grieving mother, but she hesitated. At first, it was her husband who was fearful. Now Jenny became ensnared by her husband's fears. She began to wonder if it was a good idea to call her husband before making her decision.

Jenny was having second thoughts and she hated second thoughts. She wanted to resurrect the baby, but she would be blowing her cover and getting herself killed in the process. Jenny kept seeing the faces of Zachary and Tom. She knew that she would never see them again if she activated her powers. Jenny knew that her crime lord ex-boyfriend, Mortius, was waiting for her to show up on his radar screen. Jenny had to ask herself if she was willing to die. She knew that Mortius would kill her slowly. She witnessed him torture countless victims before killing them. Jenny even had to watch Mortius torture and kill human victims. She knew that Mortius hated people who betrayed him. Working for Mortius meant that you had to be loyal. Jenny broke that loyalty and she imagined what Mortius would do to her once he found her. Mortius was the only one who could take Jenny's power away from her. He could take Jenny's power from her since he was the one who gave Jenny her powers using an experimental, artificial drug.

It was a tough decision to make. Jenny didn't want to lose everything and her husband and son meant everything to her. She thought about her husband telling her how Zachary would be losing his mother all over again. Jenny didn't want to break the little boy's heart. She also didn't want to be tortured and killed by Mortius and his men. However, Jenny also didn't want to see a mother suffering from the death of her baby. Jenny wanted to resurrect the mother's dead infant daughter. She wanted to help, but at the moment there was a war decision going on inside Jenny. The policewoman took a deep breath while wiping her sweaty palms against her police uniform. It took a few minutes for Jenny to make her decision. It was Jenny's final decision and it would either change Jenny's life for better or for worse.

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