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l-artemisia-del-secolo · 4 days ago

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You've been living a peaceful life for the last 100 years, trying to be off the radar.

You did help Strange a few times from afar, but becoming an active participant? No, you had enough of that.

Your owned ranch, your owned daily routines. You were almost healed from centuries of fighting for your life, ideals and power.

Until one day Strange broke his part of the deal.

"I need your help."

You sighed. He never cared about your garden. Always appearing when you were searching for escape with your flowers.

"No, Stephen. Whatever it is, I don't care. And please levitate. You're leaving traces."

"it's Agatha Harkness."

You looked at him. No emotions. He was waiting for your reaction. But you didn't give him any clues.

"Since when can't you fight a bound witch?"

You turned back to your apple tree. You knew in what state Agatha was. Not a threat, not an opponent. She was too deep in her illusion.

"Everything is going to change soon. There are… Entities who want her free."

"Name me one entity who would want to be betrayed by her."

"I can name you two. The boy."

"One of the twins. " Only the sound of your garden shears was heard.

It wasn't even a question. You already felt it. Stephen wouldn't be here if the reason wasn't so serious.

"And the other one?"

"Your old friend."

"Why don't you do this yourself, Stephen?"

"You know I'm not allowed to interact with her."

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WestView used to be a charming town. Before the Hex. You could still feel the remains of Wanda's magic. People were still scared, wounds were too fresh.

You quickly found Agatha. She was blissfully living through her illusion. Wanda definitely had style.

You knew Harkness when she was dangerous, now she was weak and vulnerable.

If it was the old you, her neck would snap in a second. But you changed. And she wasn't the one you were searching for.

If Stephen was right you were all fucked.

You followed Agatha to the police station, pawn shop, and her house.

The boy wasn't here yet. You had some time. You built yourself a charming backstory, you pretended to love bad coffee. In a month you were already a citizen of WestView.

What if Stephen was wrong? This happened before. Agatha was protected by her own dreams until the cracks the power of nature itself called for you.

You rushed to your hotel room. You needed protective spells. You were not the only witch in town.

___

Stephen was right. Unfortunately.

Someone knocked on the door, but didn't wait for the answer.

"I thought you could afford a better place."

Stephen was right. You were all fucked.

"I thought you're old enough not to play with food."

Rio laughed at the remark. You almost forgot that sound. You recognized her immediately. Sure the clothes were different, hair, eyes were greener than you remembered.

There was no point in the book you were holding. You started remembering that spells never worked against Rio.

"What are you doing here?" She noticed your gesture of peace. No fight tonight.

"Making sure that you're keeping the monster on the leash."

"oh, it's so much fun not being a monster in this scenario." Rio smiled like a child who finally got her approval.

"It's not about you." You suddenly felt tired. You had this talk before. Each century you were alive.

"It's about you." Rio chose to come closer.

"Is that a holster under your jacket?"

"Yeah, Agatha is in her Swedish crime show period. You like it?"

Rio got rid of her jacket, which simply disappeared in thin air. Brunette always loved theatricality.

"Sure." You were not planning for her to be in your space. You tried to step aside.

"No, no, no." Rio grabbed your hand. "You wanted to talk, let's talk."

You noticed the green light. No doubt her crown was a reminder of her power. Her cosmic power, her power over you.

"Leave the covenless witch alone." You whispered. Oh, but Rio heard every word. She smirked.

"or else?" you could feel her magic all over you.

You formed the fireball in your palm. Light was dancing in Rio's eyes.

"oh, isn't it our favorite foreplay?" witch mimicked your move with her free hand. Green rose appeared. "I missed this."

She let go of you and offered the flower. You took it.

You started remembering. Once it was like this. Every day. You almost forgot why you were here.

"leave Agatha as she is." You still were looking at the flower. It was flawless. Created by nature itself.

"really?" Rio groaned. "if I had known you'd care about her so much I'd lure her into darkness ages ago."

You could hear the hurt in her voice. It wasn't a distraction from her plan. She turned to the door. You flicked your wrist. Thin line of fire appeared around Rio's neck.

"I can't kill you. But I can definitely slow you down."

"till your sorcerer comes?" Rio laughed. She tilted her head and it was enough for you to hit the wall. If she wanted to you'd never get up again.

"Let's have a deal. You give me one date and I give you one more day of bound covenless witch."

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This idea was so wrong. With Rio you never had courtship per se. The day you met she stayed with you. It was always about the sparks that amplified the worst in both of you.

You needed to know Rio's plan. You needed to win yourself some time.

This time Rio didn't invite herself In. You opened the door. This time it was a bouquet of flowers that never even existed. No doubt, Rio created them only for you.

This time it was a green suit. Always on brand.

Of course she was driving. It was the most human thing you ever saw her doing.

"Where are we going?"

"We'll drink and watch the wolves howl at the full moon."

"There are no wolves here."

"I brought a few with me."

___

"Why did you leave me?" it was her first question after the awkward silence.

You were sitting on the branches that Rio lowered for you. Pack of white wolves was playing in front of you, occasionally asking for attention.

"Is that important?"

"don't mortals talk about their experiences, share feelings?"

"you're not a mortal."

"tonight I am."

You shrugged. You had to play this game.

"I was tired of being… A villain." whiskey was still burning your throat after all these years.

"I never asked you to."

"you never did. But you sure as hell were reminding me every day of who I was. With you I've forgotten the weight of my choices. With you everything was just a game…"

You felt her touch on your skin. Rio guided you towards her. You remembered this. She kissed you like this before. Many moons like this ago.

She was gentle. Always was. You just forgot it.

"You were never a game."

"And you were always thriving on chaos.",

You stood up. Immediately one of the wolves ran towards you. He was friendly, but like with Rio you were not sure he wasn't trained to pretend.

"Why do you need a covenless witch?"

"Is it important right now? It's always about the balance."

"Right. And a few witches you can take for yourself."

Greens started wrapping around your waist and arms. Rio was calling you. Slowly you let them drag you to her. You used to play like this. You used to allow her this.

"Give me another date and you'll get another day."

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The next day you went to her house. She recreated the garden you once had. With her powers it was so much easier.

"Remember how we used to play with reality?"

"Yes."

Rio remembered every single of your creations. She was attentive to details. You did play with reality. Both of you. You were luring your enemies into scenarios that could never be real. And after that Rio was feasting on them.

"Exactly like now you're playing with Agatha. You always protected your deal with her."

You preferred this Rio more. With the crown, with the flowers in the dress. It was her element.

"She's an effective killer. That's it."

"And what about the boy?"

"And what about your peaceful life?" Rio squeezed grapes and the wine poured in glasses. She offered you one.

"It is expectedly peaceful."

"Sounds boring. Maybe that's why you're here. With me? Missed the fun?"

What did she want to hear from you? You never cared about fun. You missed her. You missed your lover, your partner, your chosen one. You missed your garden. It was never fun. It was always you destroying everyone with fire.

Rio threw her Chalice on the ground. Wine turned into flowers. Again she was too close. She was behind you. She was seducing you with her breath on your neck.

"Rio…" You tried not to give in so easily. "I'm here because…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the greater good." She was playing with your hair, whispering right into your soul. "It's all about not letting Agatha and the kid get their powers."

Her fingers were studying your heartbeat. She always thought that this curious mortal sound was only for her.

You only inhaled sharply. When you agreed to Stephen's plea you knew all about the risk. But you thought you were stronger than this.

"Let go of me."

When did her fingers travel to your neck? You didn't notice. Your whole body was tingling. Your soul was aching for her. You were alone for so long.

"You don't want this."

Of course you didn't. But Rio had no right to say it out loud.

___

Your third date was an unspoken agreement. You cooked. More for yourself, than for Rio. Old book of recipes reminded you of the hardships of trying to live amongst ordinary people.

"Candles are not lit." Oh, that smug face. Rio always adored seeing your deadly powers in the most boring situations.

Table was between you this time. You hoped it would help. It would give you a chance to win some time.

You tilted your head. Instead of candles - the fireplace became playful. You disobeyed. In a very small detail, but Rio noticed.

This time the silence was longer, heavier. She wasn't eating. she wasn't playing.

"Do you ever miss your mortal family?"

"I do."

"What's it like?"

Rio never respected the concept of privacy. But those were the rules. You had to talk.

"Don't you know? Were you not there when both my husband and daughter died in my arms?"

You stood up for another bottle. Rio followed you to the kitchen.

"Did they… Did they give you what I couldn't?"

"They taught me once again to care about life. Respect the time. They reminded me that you're supposed to exist not only for your own sake."

You didn't admit that you barely remembered their faces. That the pain was almost gone. That for you it was just a fleeting moment. You already didn't remember whether it was real or not.

"Well, I remind everyone exactly this. But with you it's chaos, right?"

You could swear you saw a tear. Was Rio even capable of this? After all the time. all the damage. all the emptiness.

You pulled her closer. You wanted only to remind her that it was never her fault. You desperately wanted to remind her of that. You were clawing deeper and deeper into her. Biting. scratching, kissing whatever skin you could get.

You were tearing the silk. You pushed her against the kitchen aisle. It was always the chaos. But chaos that you wanted and were thriving for.

Now the chaos suddenly wanted to submit. You didn't expect that.

"I missed this." you were murmuring in her ear. You were ready to get on your knees for her. When did your hunger appear again? This time it was different. No burned land, no fallen trees, no skars and marks of struggle.

It was different this time. It took more than a hundred years for Rio to finally feel regret.

You didn't notice how you got into the bedroom. How clothes weren't yours anymore.

She took care of you. Rio always wanted only this.

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The next day you didn't want to open your eyes. What if Rio wasn't there? Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

"I'm here."

Rio was watching you. She looked tense. She was sitting in the armchair, which now resembled the throne. She pointed to the cup of coffee on your bedside table.

"Charming as usual."

"We don't have much time, baby." And there it was. Your nickname. "Kid is coming tonight. We need to be there."

"Oh, no, no. I'm not letting you…"

"It's about the kid. Not a covenless witch. He needs to come with me. And you will make sure it happens. Isn't this what sorcerers want?"

"Yes."

"Well, then you'll have to join the road. Come baby, we don't have much time." she gave you a peck on the cheek. "It's gonna be like the old times."

You sighed. Yeah, this was going to be an adventure. You simply hoped that this night you saw the real Rio. And after this night you would stay the same.

#marvel self insert #marvel #agatha all along #rio vidal x reader #rio vidal #rio vidal x you

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thorough-witness-enjoyer · 21 days ago

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(Small, frivolous rant incoming, apologies)

One thing I wish the Destiny fandom did more of was dabble in the utter horror this universe holds, especially when it comes to portraying the vile atrocities committed by many of the cosmic level characters.

Destiny‘s T rating holds it back so much in my opinion (but it still manages to lay down excellent foundations for horror and more mature themes!!) and I really wish there was more fan works that explored the unimaginable tragedies that occur in lore!!

When you really dwell on the scale of many of the disasters that happen in lore, it really dawns on you just how sinister and monstrous many of the larger villains are. Antagonists like Eramis are much more grounded, certainly not saints though, but some of the antagonists we have encounter are truly odious in their behaviors, even if they are deluded into thinking what they are doing is correct (like the Osmium siblings ravaging whole star systems in pursuit of the sword).

For example, it’s no secret that I LOATHE the Witness like no other. This wicked entity has me fighting bile at the mere thought of it and I truly think the way it delivers cruelty with such a sense of compassion and righteousness to be the most stomach wrenching form of being baneful. I could not think of an entitlement more deplorable than the Witness‘ and it’s existence is a travesty that has caused irreparable harm that spans EONS.

Yet, in my experience, I never see much content that taps into the horrors experienced by those touched by the Witness and its pawns, such as the Noesis and humanity during the collapse. There are INCREDIBLE artistic and written works that tap into the psychological horrors of exos and the unethical hell Clovis was putting people through, but not as many on the more cosmic horrors from what I have seen!!

This may just be a me thing and the personal reasons why I want the Witness put under a hydraulic press speaking, but I often see plenty of depictions of the Witness being uncharacteristically soft and having deeper feelings towards its disciples, but works about its vengeful rage, simple mindedness, violation of the autonomy of others, and predatory grooming are quite barren.

I wish to see just how HEINOUS it is displayed in all its turpitude and how it leaves a festering rot on everything and everyone it touches. I love the Witness because it is so evil in it‘s actions and my heart SINGS any time I see people tap into the trauma it causes, especially for characters like Rhulk or Savathûn!!

There is so much room for exploring just how vast the Destiny universe is when you decenter perpetrators in stories and focus on the incomprehensible number of victims.

Destiny genuinely has a character running around with the title „The Final God of Pain“ haunting people and refusing to permanently die, but there is only so much a T rated game can do and I feel like Destiny enjoyers can go beyond what’s in game in such creative ways!! Just thinking of the fall of Torobatl has me going „Wow, I’m actually so sick to my stomach, I need to honor Caiatl and really capture the pain of such an event!“

The latest lore on the Qugu? My chest HURTS.

Some of the hive experimentations? The hive in general? Hell is not hot enough for what the Witness lead them into.

But you know what they say, be the change you want to see in the world! Create the content you want to enjoy and promote the content you do enjoy!! I wish to dabble into the darker areas of lore, and of course, promote Witness hatred any chance I get!! Hopefully I get more time to write about these things and really value the work the Destiny writers have put into portraying such strong feelings of loss time and time again!!

And also!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read The Garden‘s Witness by Titanmaster_117 !!! ESPECIALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER, I COULD RANT ABOUT THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF PROSE ALL DAY, IT GENUINELY MADE ME CRY!! PROMOTE THE CONTENT YOU ENJOY ALL DAY, EVERYDAY!!

But this is just something I’ve been thinking for some time now. This isn’t condemning anyone in the fandom or saying there is an issue, just a desire I would love to see (and hopefully fulfill if I ever get back into writing for Destiny!) If you guys have any recommendations for Destiny works that are horrific, focus on themes of loss and devastation, or hate on the Witness, feel free to mention them so other people can find them!!

Not enough Witness hate going around for my liking… this looks like a job for me.

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny the game #d2 #the witness #destiny witness #destiny art #destiny fanart #destiny fanfiction #destiny eramis #eramis #nezarec destiny #nezarec #im just tagging whatever at this point #maybe it’s just me being from a group of people on the recieving end of a lot of the atrocities committed in destiny #witness haters where are you I NEED YOU #this is not to hate on anyone who makes any content in the destiny fandom btw!! I love you all so much #the destiny fandom can be so talented and creates AMAZING works #i wanna write and draw as good as some of the people in this fandom!! you guys are amazing!!!#if destiny was M and focused more on storytelling with some rpg elements I think I’d die happy #anyways make sure to blow up the witness with your mind whenever you can #i need that entity blown up into a million pieces NOW #destiny savathûn #savathûn #savathun #maybe one day I’ll write that fic from the perspective of someone who lost everything #someone who fought back against the Witness and was abused by it horribly

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ohnoitstbskyen · 6 months ago

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What’s the difference between Ascended, Aspects, Freljordian demigods, Aurelian Sol, and whatever Soraka’s got going on? Are they all just different varieties of League gods?

Hoo boy, okay, so. First of all, Riot have been pretty adamant that there are no gods in Runeterra, every god-like being that exists in that universe is actually a spirit or just a very powerful being of some kind, but definitely no real gods, no matter how much it seems like they are definitely writing these characters to be actual literal gods.

I don't 100% know why they are so insistent on this, but I imagine it has something to do with censorship and ratings agencies, or maybe they just don't want to have to establish any actual theology on Runeterra. Volibear isn't the god of storms for real, he's just a super powerful spirit that can create storms in the Freljord, but not all of them, so please don't ask us whether every single thunderstorm in the Freljord was something he did deliberately. That sort of vibe.

To go through them point by point:

Celestials & Aspects

The Celestials are beings like Aurelion Sol and Bard, which exist as cosmic entities operating on levels of power and motivation beyond human understanding. They came into existence with the universe itself, and tend to busy themselves governing various parts of its operation. They are, again not gods (Riot is very insistent on this), but Aurelion Sol literally made every star in the galaxy, he's functionally the progenitor god of Creation.

Some of them, though, like to interfere in the mortal world of Runetera in various ways, and they tend to use mortal vessels to do it. That's where we get Aspects: Aspects are mortals who are chosen by the Celestials that live on Mount Targon to contain their power and be their avatars in the mortal world.

Leona is the Aspect of a Sun celestial, Diana of the Moon celestial, Pantheon is the Aspect of War (or he was, until Aatrox killed it, but he retains access to many of its powers), and Zoe is the Aspect of Twilight, and so on.

Soraka is another Celestial in mortal form, but she is NOT an Ascended. Rather than possess a mortal, she created a mortal body for herself and poured the whole of her being into it, which is causing her body to permanently burn up from the inside while she regenerates it with her magic. She lives on Runeterra and acts as a mysterious mystical wise guide and mentor to mortals who need it.

Ascended & Darkin

Ascended are somewhat similar in kind to the Aspects, but usually lesser in power. The Ascended are also human beings infused with Celestial magic and power, specifically with the power of the Sun, although as far as I know, that power is drawn not from the Celestial of the Sun who empowers Leona, but directly from the physical Sun itself. This means the Ascended aren't possessed by Celestials and retain full free will, at the cost (or let's be real: benefit) of being transformed into furries, which extremely coincidentally just so happen to closely resemble the gods of the Egyptian pantheon. but again, they are definitely not gods, please don't put it in the newspaper that they are gods.

I don't know exactly how canon Riot considers this anymore, but the lore was that the Aspects of Mount Targon gifted the power of Ascension to Shurima in order to produce Ascended that could serve as shock-troops in the war against the Void, which is a swarm of extradimensional horrors that are constantly trying to eat the world. Whatever the case, the Ascended DID fight the Void, and it traumatized and corrupted them so badly that they degenerated into body-horror blood monsters called the Darkin.

The Darkin fell into civil war and it got so bad that The Aspect of Twilight (not Zoe but her predecessor in the role) decided to use some magical trickery to imprison them all in their weapons, which is where they've stayed for a few thousand years, getting even more traumatized and mentally destabilized by the total sensory deprivation and solitary confinement. If any mortal touches a Darkin weapon, it immediately assimilates them and uses their flesh as a new host, and then goes on a killing rampage about it. That's where you get your Aatrox, your Varus and (eventually, once he devours Kayn) your Rhaast.

Gods, Spirits & Demons

This is the category for Ornn, Anivia, Volibear, The Seal Sister and so on. The Freljordian people worship them as gods, but they are, technically, only extremely powerful nature spirits, manifestations of the nature of the Freljord itself, which draw power from the land and to a lesser extent from their worshipers. There are many, many lesser nature spirits, which might be worshiped as gods by particular tribes or hold power over particular areas, but Ornn, Anivia, Volibear, The Seal Sister and the Iron Boar are the most powerful and most widely revered.

On a similar note, Ionia is absolutely choked to the gills with spirits, because those lands are soaked in magic. They are usually not worshiped as gods specifically, but take the shape of everything from dragons to living trees to sprites and will-o-wisps and which roam fairly freely in Ionia. This includes characters like Lillia, who is the daughter of a magical tree of dreams on whose branches the dreams of mortals grow and mature, and it includes Ivern, who is an extremely powerful and ancient nature spirit formed from the soul of a magical tree.

Demons are distinct from spirits, in that rather than drawing on the power of the land or fountains of magic, they draw on the emotions of living things for their powers. The most powerful demons are known as The Ten, who get their power from the most primal emotions that living things feel. Fiddlesticks is the demon of Fear, and Nilah somehow draws her strength from Ashlesh, the Demon of Joy, whom her order has imprisoned. We don't know who the rest of the Ten are yet, but Riot seems to have that worked out somewhere in their internal deep lore.

Swain has a lesser (but still powerful) demon of secrets called Raum bound in his arm through some sort of deal, Evelynn is a demon of anguish and pain, Tahm Kench is a demon of addiction, and Nocturne is a demon of nightmares.

Besides those, there are an untold number of lesser demons, who feed on more and more specific feelings, and thus are less and less powerful because there's simply less of that stuff around to feed on. They are often called Azakana, and may be demons that feed on feelings as niche as, like, noblemen's fear of their extramarital affairs with handsome commoners being discovered. Yone hunts the Azakana and collects their mask, although even he doesn't know quite what for.

Death

This is where we place the Kindred. Technically they are merely Spirits of Death, but more than perhaps any other category of creature, Riot keeps writing them as Literal Gods of death and I don't think it makes sense to think of them any other way.

The Kindred take on many different shapes all across Runeterra, seemingly influenced in large part by the expectations of the people or creatures who are dying, but their most popular visage is that of a Lamb and a Wolf, hunting together. Lamb's merciful arrow ends your life if you accept that your time is up and go gently into that good night, but Wolf hunts you down and rips you to shreds if you resist and fight to your last breath, destiny be damned.

The Kindred are there for every death on Runeterra, they are the mediators (as far as we know) of all forms of death everywhere, and by far the most classically "anthropomorphic embodiment of universal existence" style god in the lore that we know of. Where a god like Anivia only really has power in the Freljord, the Kindred have power everywhere there is life. Only the undead escape them, and even then, only temporarily.

In Conclusion

YES Runeterra has tons of gods, it obviously has gods, you can't walk five feet in that universe without tripping on a god, but they tend to be gods with hard limitations on their power and influence, and rarely have powers on the level of bending reality itself.

Even Aurelion Sol, who literally makes stars, can't snap his fingers and undo causality, for example, or suspend the laws of physics wholesale.

Riot's weird insistence on "no gods in Runeterra" is more of an affectation, a bit of a put-on, than an actual narrative principle, and most of the gods of Runeterra can be understood very comfortably through the lens of various non-Christian religions like Norse or Greek mythology, or the hero/god characters of something like Polynesian myth.

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sunderwight · 6 months ago

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crack scum villain theory: there is no "original" Shang Qinghua

how this works is, neither the world of SV nor the world of PIDW actually existed in any tangible sense before Airplane died. Airplane dying was actually the catalyst for the system, and whatever unfathomable cosmic entities are behind it, to recreate the world from the novel. that's why Airplane transmigrates into an infant, and also why the world mostly follows canon up until Airplane interacts too much with actual plot-relevant characters, and accidentally butterfly effects Shen Jiu into a fatal qi deviation. At which point the system determines that a dead Shen Qingqiu makes fulfilling the basic story requirements impossible or at least dangerously low in terms of odds, and brings in the second play (User 002, Shen Yuan).

SY is able to earn more points from the system than Airplane, but that's mostly thanks to his proximity to the protagonist not actual preferential treatment, and he seems to have more concrete restrictions on his behavior and limits on his mobility (OOC lock, entering into an already-established character, and of course being forced to ensure that Luo Binghe goes into the Endless Abyss) (this does make it ironic that he ultimately changes the most things). whereas Airplane seems to have more freedom to do as he pleases. the system doesn't even seem to dock him points for accidentally contributing to the death of a vitally plot-relevant character.

so the SV world was originally supposed to more or less just be the same as the PIDW world. it didn't change to any significant degree until Shen Jiu died.

I suspect, then, that the PIDW world which followed canon didn't exist as any kind of separate reality until Shen Jiu died of a fatal qi deviation and had to be replaced. at which point the system -- perhaps hedging its bets -- created two splintered timelines. one being the original sandbox for Airplane to play in and continue to alter, the other being a manufactured reflection of the story's original outcome, possibly to serve as some kind of emergency back-up character bank or reference outline.

which means that the PIDW version of this reality isn't a full and cohesive world. though of course the people there don't know that. it's mostly just a tool for the system, which is why we first encounter Bingge being utilized as an enforcer. Bingge and everyone else who exists in the PIDW reality, they all remember their past as the story and are at the end point of what Airplane had written, but none of it actually happened. they instead sprang into existence at their narrative end point.

since the Shang Qinghua of Airplane's novel died well before the end of the story, characters in the PIDW have various recollections of a "Shang Qinghua" and his death, but they are vague and ultimately do not reflect the tangible events of a world the way that the SV timeline does. they are artificial memories based on a story. PIDW Shen Jiu likewise never really existed, although SV Shen Jiu did. similarly, all the history of the SV world that supposedly happened before Shang Qinghua was born never actually happened either. that's all constructed as well, which means that in a weird kind of a way, no one in the world can actually be older than Shang Qinghua either. they can only have manufactured memories that give them that impression. which means Airplane is the oldest being in that entire universe. he'd even be older than his own parents, because they were created to be his parents the moment he was born.

so there's no other Shang Qinghua. everything prior to Airplane's transmigration in the SV world and prior to the last PIDW chapter in the PIDW world is like when a video game designer seeds a dungeon with a skeleton and a bunch of notes about how some lone adventurer got lost and died there. at no point in the game was there ever actually a live adventurer in place of that skeleton.

that's "original" Shang Qinghua. he doesn't exist, because in one reality he's only ever been a version of Airplane, and in another he's a skeleton in a video game dungeon.

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain

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technically-a-kiwi · 7 months ago

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Time to develop some story for the cosmic au y'all

Nah 'cause let's be honest to this day this au was just "ooooh look italian man and crazy gremlin with stars and pwetty colors OvO". Besides I promised I was gonna develop on this au's world, so let's get to it :D !

So, in this AU, Peppino and The Noise are beings known as "Cosmic entities", extremly powerful individuals above all laws of physics capable of shaping there environment as they pleases and travel between universes, they're mostly located in their own plain of existence know as the "Cosmic realm".

Cosmic beings are born out of mortal souls (dead people) who've been exposed to a lot cosmic particles and stars*(not stars like giant lumps of flaming gas but in the cosmic entity definition, wich is roughly huge amounts of high emotions)

Peppino and The Noise caused eachothers death. By punching him on the skull, Peppino killed The Noise triggering the "Bye bye italian man" system he placed inside Peppino's kidney, causing a particularly gruesome and unpleasent death. But due to the ABSURDLY high cosmic particles exposure both had as well as insane levels of high emotions (mostly anger), these two became cosmic entities and the newest cosmic duo of the cosmic realm .

Cosmic duos have the immense resposability of making sure that no universe breaks the established laws of physics, for exemple by fixing universes that lacks a law or by stoping beings from that universe to break the laws of physics*(by creating a time machine, a device that travels between universes etc).

Of course neather of them actualy wants to work with eachother, especialy on something as delicate as managing the cosmos itself, but hey they literaly have nothing better to do and they just have to occasionally stitch back the fabric of reality or stop a lunatic trying to stop the flow of time, it's not as if they had much of a choice either unless they want to answer to the cosmic court (and yes cosmic entities have a court, and they look absolutely horrendous, like a lump of eyes and stars, it's awful) wich they rather not.

And so, a newest and one the most unstable cosmic duo was born

This is just a first draft giving out the bases of this AU such as the presence of multiple universes, different plains of existance etc. Sorry it's ATROCIOUSLY wacky due to my lack of skill in basic writting and my latency in english...

But anyway I want to know what YOU think ! Do you like this draft ? Did you expect another kind of story ?

If you have any question on anything I've said so far please feel free to ask I'll be glad to answer any of them ! Okay see ya :D

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #the noise #cosmic au

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winged-self-indulgence · 6 months ago

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“What’cha got there?”

It was the first thing Z asked as soon as you sat down in the booth, and you paused briefly before settling fully into the seat. As much of a non-sequitur as the query was, you weren’t too surprised. After all, you had turned up at a bar with a book thicker than the table between the both of you held under your arm. That would have already been strange enough, were it not for the title.

The demon wrinkled his nose at the shiny Gothic-style lettering embossed on the cover. “The Dark Grimoire: The Art of Demonic Entities and Magickal Forces–? Human, what the fuck is that?”

“What?” You blinked innocently. “Is it wrong to want to find out more about you?”

“There is nothing about me that would turn up in that trashy abomination of a book,” Z hissed at the hardback volume, his tail whipping back and forth in agitated motions. “For hell’s sake, they didn’t even get the sigil right.”

You studied the silver shape on the cover; a complex array of loops, straight lines, and crescent moons all enclosed within a double-ringed circle. You decided to take Z’s word for it, but still pulled the book closer to yourself and out of range of dark claws that had gouged furious grooves into the table’s surface.

“Well, don’t you want to know what humans think about demons?” You pointed out reasonably, to which Z made a face like you’d crammed a lemon into his mouth – rind and all. You tried again. “I wouldn’t mind if you read up on what humans are like. Do you even know anything about us?”

The demon scoffed, puffing out his chest proudly. “Oh please. I have been around since before humanity was a speck on the cosmic horizon. There is nothing about you little beings that is beyond my understanding.”

“Cool. Quick question: how many bones are inside my body?”

“Fuck if I know. At least 10?” Z shrugged, ignoring your unimpressed stare in favour of a sly smirk. “Though it could be 11 if we–”

“Oh, look at that. It’s time to shut up and read!” You interrupted loudly. “No talking during reading time!” You cracked open the book and planted it in front of your face, perfectly obscuring your view of Z who immediately began to whine.

“Oh come on,” he reached over, clearly planning to snatch the book, but you leaned further away. With a sigh, Z folded his arms across the table and sank into a melodramatic malaise. “Seriously, Dove? You’re going to read a trashy, fake book about demons when you’ve got a real, bona-fide infernal entity in the flesh right next to you? I’m hurt. I may never recover.”

“There’s no talking during reading time,” you mumbled again, surprisingly finding yourself more engrossed in the book. Most of what you knew about demons came from pop culture references and video games. Even if most of the book was made up nonsense, you still recognized some of the names.

Z hissed and clicked his teeth. Then he perked up with a grin. “Well, if you find that pile of rancid waste so interesting, then I can’t help but be curious,” he hummed. “Read to me.”

The look you shot Z was skeptical. “Really?” The request was so out of character that you felt the need to ask, to be certain. “You want me…to read aloud to you?”

“That a problem?” He asked, batting his lashes. Or at least you assumed that was what he did. His eyes were almost impossible to see beneath the mop of brown that could charitably be described as a hairstyle. “What can I say, I am an enjoyer of the literary arts.”

“Right,” you drawled. Your every sense told you that this was a trap, a trick of some sort, but how? You were the one who had brought the book, and Z was on the other side of the table. Reluctantly, eying him all the while, you slowly lifted the pages and returned your attention to the words on the paper. “And lo, the Seventy-first Spirit is Dantalion. He is a Duke Great and Mighty, appearing in the Form of a Man with many Countenances, all Men's and Women's Faces; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any – ngh!”

“What was that, Dove?” Z tilted his head, a beatific smile on his lips. Under the table, the tip of his tail slipped into the gap between your underwear and skin and pressed between your legs. It curled teasingly, the flat shape of it sliding further inch by agonizingly slow inch. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Something about being a nerd I guess?”

“Z–!” You tried to sound firm, but a flex of his tail dissolved the rest of whatever you might have said.

The demon clicked their tongue with a smile. “Hm, no I don’t think that’s what comes next, dummy.”

Tears beaded at the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. Your thighs twitched and shook beneath the bar, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the whimpers that threatened to pour out. The muffled sound of distant conversations sent a flood of red-hot mortification sweeping over you, and you quickly glanced around the bar to check that no one was watching.

Immediately, Z lunged across the table and grabbed your face, forcing your eyes to meet his. His tail flexed, pumping faster. “Don’t look at them, Dove. This isn’t about them. Keep reading.”

You tried. The book felt heavy in your clumsy hands, body sensitized and aching for release. The words swam before your eyes until, with a muffled gasp, you gave up – soaking your pants and Z’s tail before collapsing face-down on the table.

The demon had the nerve to tut with faux disapproval. “Aw, poor baby,” he hummed condescendingly, relishing your whine as he slowly pulled his tail out from your underwear. Your cheeks went hot at the sight of it, shiny, slick, and dripping with your juices. Z brought the appendage to his lips and – maintaining eye contact all the while – dragged his tongue over it, licking the flared tip clean as if you were a gourmet meal to be savoured.

“Such a messy human,” he teased, sitting back down and placing his chin in his hands. “How unfortunate. I suppose you’ll just have to start all over again.”

#favor vn #favour game #z the demon who needs to stop hijacking my brain #my fic #yandere smut

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writing-for-life · 7 months ago

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Dream’s Therapist

Insomnia

I have prepared for the session by pulling up the notes from the intake.

The client is very punctual again, albeit only 15 minutes early this time. I have made sure that my office is not too bright since this seemed to have caused a certain amount of discomfort during our intake session.

Like the previous time, he will not take off his coat, and he does not engage in friendly smalltalk at the beginning of the session. My remark about the terrible weather brings up, “You have no idea what terrible weather is,” or some such like, and I begin the session without further ado.

DT: I would like to start today’s session with examining your current sleeping habits, since you hinted you were suffering from insomnia during your intake.

Dream: Sleep eludes me. But truth be told, I do not have any need for sleep. I inspire, and I have dreams and nightmares to create.

DT: And why do you think that is?

Dream (I notice a certain annoyance in the way he leans forward in his chair): It is my purpose and my function. And I am quite certain I told you this the last time. (I notice the wish to be perceived). As I have already pointed out: I weave dreams and stories. But lately, I have been feeling... uninspired.

DT: Uninspired? Are you feeling particularly stressed?

(I notice he is still rather enamoured with the paperweight on my desk. He proceeds staring at it without replying).

Would you like to hold it?

Dream (I notice his eyes dart towards me, and he looks at me for a moment with rather wet eyes): May I?

DT: Sure.

(I notice the way he picks up the paperweight and then holds on to it not unlike a pre-schooler would engage with a stuffed animal. I decide to carefully explore childhood nighttime memories)

DT: Tell me about your childhood. Did you have a teddy when you were little, or a favourite stuffy that you took to bed at nighttime?

Dream (deadpan): I am the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares. Stuffies are beneath my notice. (I might have hit a sore spot since he puts the paperweight back on the desk rather unceremoniously)

DT: Have you always believed you are a cosmic entity?

Dream (I notice the way he sharply exhales through his nose): I do not believe I am a cosmic entity. I am Dream of the Endless. I walk the realms of imagination and story, and I conjure dreams and nightmares. How often will I need to repeat myself?

DT (I notice the wish to be perceived again): I am aware of your beliefs. Do you think that all of these… responsibilities are a bit much and might be the cause of your lack of sleep? And before we go any deeper, let me quickly check in: Have you tried the usual, like counting sheep or a warm glass of milk?

Dream (I notice a degree of exasperation): It is usually I who sends sheep to dreamers, even to the ones who would rather opt to count lost socks, and milk is for mortal stomachs. Strictly speaking, your kind shouldn’t even drink cow’s milk, but not to get too involved in human delectations. That is to say (he leans forward in his chair again and gives me a piercing stare): I exist beyond such trivialities.

(The delusion seems to run deeper than I imagined, but I decide to stay on the topic of insomnia for today’s session. A better sleep schedule certainly won’t do any harm and will aid in tackling the deeper issues.)

DT: During our last session, you briefly mentioned that you have commitment issues (I notice he looks at the paperweight again). Take it, please.

(I notice his eyes turn wet once more, and I will need to get to the bottom of why a paperweight made of rose quartz creates such a strong reaction in him, but not right now. He takes the paperweight and this time, he lets it disappear in his coat pocket. I decide to ignore the attempted theft for now).

Is it possible that your problems with commitment extend to other areas of your life? Like committing to a sleep schedule?

Dream (I notice a degree of confusion that seems to morph into annoyance): I assure you, I am extremely committed to my realm. I do not shirk my responsibilities and adhere to… rules meticulously.

DT: I don’t doubt it. Do you avoid the bed?

Dream (He straightens in his chair and looks me dead in the eye. I notice his pupils have dilated considerably, which suggests sympathetic innervation/a surge of adrenaline): No. However, I do not peruse it to… sleep. (I notice he is not sitting still as a statue anymore. His legs are crossed, and his supporting leg is engaged in a tapping motion originating in his foot)

DT (I try not to linger on the uncomfortable silence that is only interrupted by the slight squeaking of the sole of his boot and the accompanying tapping): Did you ever try a bedtime routine that is more to your liking than counting sheep? Warm bath? Reading? Chamomile tea?

Dream (I notice teeth grinding): Chamomile tea tastes like mortal tears.

DT: And smells like urine, not keen myself (I notice a fleeting facial expression I cannot quite place. His mouth twitches). Are you open to suggestions?

Dream (I notice slight hesitation, and I decide to shrug my shoulders and smile. Daring move. He furrows his brow): You may… suggest.

DT: I think journaling might be helpful for a while to see what keeps you from sleeping. Write down whatever comes to mind, from what you have experienced during the day to what you’ve eaten.

Dream: I do not eat.

DT: You do not?

Dream: Well, sometimes I do, but… (He seems to contemplate something for a moment). No matter, I shall… write.

DT (I sense a basic degree of cooperation, which is a start): All day, but especially around bedtime. We can use it the next time and see if we spot any patterns. It might also be helpful with the topic of emotion processing.

Dream (I note he engages in his habitual nose-bridge-pinching, and he closes his eyes. I am fairly certain he is also rolling them behind closed lids, and I wonder if his cooperation has just disappeared into thin air): I already told you I do not “feel”. It is a…

DT: Quaint human invention? Like love?

Dream (I notice his eyes open at alarming speed. He looks annoyed for a moment. He then quirks one eyebrow): You have paid attention to my words after all.

DT: Did you expect me not to?

Dream (I notice uncertainty): Perhaps.

DT: Then why are you here?

Dream (I notice a facial expression that hints at confusion): I… because I respect your… delusional expertise.

DT (I am not certain if that is a compliment or an insult and decide to pay no heed): That does not answer the question though, or at least not in its entirety. Because this is not about my expertise, is it?

Dream (He leans forward in his seat): What is it about then?

DT (I notice he is trying to engage in subversion tactics): You.

Dream (I notice he flinches and immediately leans back again. His eyes are wet, and he does not speak. I decide to give the silence space.

The silence lasts for 12 minutes. One needs to be able to sit with the discomfort on occasion.

He stands up all of a sudden): I trust our time is up?

DT: No.

Dream: Good, I shall leave then.

DT (I notice the same pattern to end the session as the last time. He begins to walk out): Are you going to keep that?

Dream (He turns around): Keep what?

DT: My paperweight.

Dream (I notice he looks flustered and reaches into his coat pocket.): My apologies. (He hesitantly comes back and places the paperweight back on my desk.)

DT: No harm done, we all forget things from time to time.

Dream (I notice he lifts his chin and seems affronted): I do not forget things. Ever.

DT: Well, you just did.

Dream: I… (I notice he blinks thrice in quick succession) Same time next week?

DT (I notice the reversed initiative compared to our last session and choose to reply accordingly): Yes, let us pencil it in.

Dream: You may use ink…

< Previous Session

> Next Session

#the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #Dream’s therapist #morpheus #dream of the endless rp #morpheus rp #satire #or possibly still a #tragicomedy #and walking that line kills me

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isagrimorie · 7 days ago

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[fic] Marching Ever Forward

Title: Marching Ever Forward | AO3 Link Summary: Something was following Agatha. It was a silly thing to worry about since she was dead and a ghost–nothing should be following her–yet the feeling lingered, like smoke lingering in the air after it’s snuffed out. Note: This is not beta'd I just really needed to write this for myself.

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Something was following Agatha. It was a silly thing to worry about since she was dead and a ghost–nothing should be following her–yet the feeling lingered, like smoke lingering in the air after it’s snuffed out.

It could be nothing, but Agatha Harkness hadn’t survived for three centuries by being gullible.

“But you died,” Billy said in his usual breezy, carefree tone.

“I took a calculated risk and won! I’m still here!” Agatha countered with an irritated wave of her hand.

She was also getting a good handle on her ghost powers. She was able to stop looking as if she were always floating with a perpetual wind machine. Today’s experiment even let her change her clothes.

“I’m glad you got your coat back,” Billy said sincerely.

“It’s still destroyed, Teen,” she sneered, using the moniker whenever she was annoyed. “I’m just projecting these clothes. I think it’s my best look yet.”

“I agree.”

Agatha lifted her head and frowned. “I think that boy has a crush on you. He’s been following you for blocks now.”

“I have a boyfriend,” Billy said patiently.

“So? That doesn’t make you exclusive,” Agatha said breezily, concentrating on making her form look more tangible.

“It does, actually! Is that why Rio was so mad at you? You didn’t think you were exclusive with her?”

Oh no, the Boy Did Not. “I was the one who was angry with her! Jot that note–”

“The phrase is ‘jot that down’–”

“Second, she’s a cosmic being as old as Time! She could be anywhere in the universe and have a NUMBER of paramours!”

“Ew. Please don’t say ‘paramours’.”

“What was I supposed to do? Wait around while she does her ‘job’ like a good little wife!? No, sir, Agatha Harkness waits for no Cosmic Entity! I am not some little '50s housewife, even if it was the fifties! Also, we broke up!”

“Hello!”

Agatha’s tirade cut off when the boy, a young man, actually stopped lollygagging and approached Billy.

“Oh!” Billy looked startled. “Hi?”

“I was across the street, and I just wanted to…”

“I have a boyfriend!” Billy blurted out.

Agatha chortled, “Smooth, Teen.”

“Oh, congratulations?” the stranger said, then turned his attention to Agatha. “I just left home.”

It was Agatha’s turn to be startled by the attention. She forgot she had made herself tangible, and the average rank and file could see her. Agatha found herself blinking; there was something familiar about his eyes.

Whatever the stranger was about to say was lost as screams started rending the air.

Agatha turned and saw a rush of people, and a–what Agatha could only describe as a Hellbeast–chasing after them.

“Is that a demon?” Billy yelped, standing up.

“Probably,” Agatha said. “Oh, what are you doing?”

“Helping!” Billy said, determined. “I’m gonna trap it in the alley”

“Don’t do that!” Agatha said. “If you do that, I get involved somehow!”

Billy walked forward, changing into his Witch attire. “Do what you want, Agatha, but I’m getting involved.”

Then he flew up and started lashing at the Hellbeast.

“Uh, you guys don’t need to–”

Agatha didn’t bother with the stranger and willed herself beside Billy. One of the perks of being a ghost–no need for long walks.

Billy was having a surprisingly hard time tangling with the Hellhound. “A little help!”

“How!?” Agatha demanded. “I’m a ghost!”

Billy blasted the Hellhound, but it deftly evaded the blast and seemed to think they were playing.

“I hate dogs,” Agatha muttered. Then, she attempted to do something… Agatha watched with interest as the blast, a little wisp of purple energy, hit true.

“Oh, hey, I did something.”

The Hellhound yelped and then started shaking its head, faster and faster until–

“You gave it two more heads!!!” Billy screamed.

“How is this my fault!” Agatha yelled back, equally terrified.

The Hellhound growled and then leaped into the air.

A piercing whistle blew through the air. Suddenly, at the last second, the Hellhound changed direction and then sat down with a whumpf, its tail wagging.

“What happened?” Billy asked, as confused as Agatha felt.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t know Servius got loose when I left home,” a voice said. Agatha turned and saw the stranger from earlier. “Mother will kill me if she finds out.”

Agatha looked at the stranger, then at the Hellhound with three heads. “Wait, I know this dog.”

“You know this Hellbeast!?” Billy asked, a fountain of questions. Then to the stranger walking towards them, “Who are you?”

The stranger got closer, and every step felt like a vine closing in on Agatha’s non-existent heart. The brown hair, the familiar eyes, the cheekbones…

And as he walked into shadow, it was as if a skull was superimposed on his face.

“It can’t be.”

“Hi,” the stranger finally stopped. This stranger who wasn’t a stranger. “Mama.”

“Nicky!?”

His eyes crinkled through the superimposed skull on his face. “It’s been a long time.”

-- End--

Note: This is how I imagine grown-up Nicky, except he's NOT Evan Peters because that would be weird. The image is just inspiration for the look:

#fic: agatha all along #agatha harkness #billy maximoff #nicky scratch #agatha all along spoilers #mentioned: rio vidal

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ladygwyndolin · 4 months ago

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Hi! I have three Elden Ring lore questions, both of them are kind of big, so you can focus on one or the other if it pleases you.

So first, I still get somewhat confused on the connection between the erdtree and the greater will? Like, the erdtree (in its primordial form the crucible) seems to be the genesis of all life on whatever planet the lands between are on, but the elden beast seems to be extraterrestrial in origin? Is the erdtree an alien being, or has it merely been parasitized by something cosmic?

Second, the details around Marika's ascension to godhood and subsequent crusade seem hazy to me. We know she hails from the shaman village in the lands of shadow, and that after she ascended to godhood she sent Messmer on a crusade against the horned ones because of what they did to her people, but when did the crusade begin? Sometime after she became the vassal of the greater will, and before the night of black knives, but can we narrow down the time frame further?

Finally, what the hell is the Scadutree? A minor erdtree planted by Messmer's crusade as a symbol of the erdtree's dominance over the crucible? What caused it to become tainted and thorny?

Thanks, Lore Mom

OK HERE WE ARE! @morgcorr sorry for the wait. i'll try to keep my answers relatively brief for the sake of convenience.

The Crucible is NOT the primordial form of the Erdtree. The Erdtree was specifically a symbol of the Golden Order, Marika's regime while she was the god of the lands between (TLB.) She was not the first god or leader of a regime; Placidusax was at one point the Elden Lord of a different god who ruled over a dragon-led society from Farum Azula, for example. So the Erdtree was grown with Marika's power and isn't necessarily alien in itself, but the Elden Beast IS alien, as is the Greater Will. This was already my main theory but the DLC confirmed it as well with Metyr's lore. Basically the Greater Will was an all-powerful cosmic entity of some type that created life and such and upon doing so sent down some of its creations/children to guide new life, such as by having Metyr run the fingers and have the Elden Beast watch over the Elden Ring.

The crusade definitely took place after she ascended to godhood and before the Night of Black Knives because that was followed pretty swiftly afterward by her smashing the Ring. As for where it fits in the timeline, the general consensus is that Messmer is Marika's eldest son and that it took place before any of the other stuff we see post-godhood. However, I differ from my colleagues in that I believe the crusade actually took place LATER in her reign, perhaps near the end of it, and that Messmer was not her eldest child, but that's a much larger discussion.

The Scadutree is quite literally the shadow of the Erdtree (roll credits ding!!!!) but hidden away through the magic power of the Sealing Tree, the Suppressing Pillar, and Marika's manipulation of the Gate of Divinity. The Erdtree doesn't cast a shadow because Marika hid it from view, and in doing so hid away all the lands touched by said shadow. The tainted thorniness represents Order's decay and also possibly the twining of Godwyn's thorny roots. I have a lot more to say about this one but it's still percolating in the theory laboratory so I'll get to it later.

I hope this helps! Thank you for asking!

-Lore Mom

#elden ring #shadow of the erdtree #spoilers #elden ring spoilers #soulslore #morgcorr

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imtotallynotthere · 4 months ago

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There are about 91 MTF's (I don't doubt there are more I haven't found yet) in the SCP universe as a whole. When they were created and which existed in the 1970s can make that number lower. However, I did manage to lower the potential MTF task forces down too:

MTF Gamma-6 (“Deep Feeders”): According to the wiki this taskforce, specializes in investigating and tracking oceananic anomalies.

MTF Eta-5 (“Jäeger Bombers”): according to the official wiki it's a "...rapid-response unit specializing in the tracking, capturing, and containment of Large-Scale Aggressors (entities over 30m in height). Deploys from, and detains LSAs within Dimensional-Site-172."

(I'm unsure though if this taskforce would be deployed.)

MTF Eta-10 (“See No Evil”): this task force, "...specializes in the investigation, acquisition, and initial containment of objects or entities exhibiting visual cognitohazards, visual memetic agents, or otherwise require indirect or alternative observation in order to safely handle."

(The cosmic entity in Still Wakes the Deep does seem to emit some sort of visual effect when seeing it or even looking at it for too long.)

SCP fans and anyone else who's been (or even is) in this fandom and has been for a good while, please share your ideas on which would be deployed (or even deployed first). I'll take the help I can get because this is a lot.

#scp fandom #scp foundation #scp #swtd #still wakes the deep #crossover #scp fandom please help me out #i literally don't know #I wanna do proper research on this to the point where I can get an outline

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desultory-novice · 1 year ago

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There's two things about Dark Meta Knight’s reputation that I just can't understand. One is the Sectonia corruption thing. I just can’t, like, believe it happened that way? (And you know me. I’m usually very open to wild theories.)

It feels to me like suggesting Galacta Knight was responsible for Marx’s mad ambitions because Galacta was that game’s secret boss and also involved with Galactic Nova! (If, however, you happen to legitimately think Galacta Knight was responsible for Marx, please lemme know your HC. I wanna hear 'em!)

The other thing, and I think this mostly surrounds the Sectonia corruption thing(?) is that DMK is some entity of pure evil that's just cosplaying as Meta Knight?

Dark Meta Knight IS Meta Knight's shadow. He’s literally Meta Knight with the limiters taken off. He's not “EVIL” Meta Knight. He is what lurks inside Meta Knight brought to the forefront, whereas all that makes up our Meta Knight is pushed to the background. Heck, Dark Meta Knight probably knows perfectly well how to be chivalrous and heroic and helpful, but he's as interested in that as Meta Knight is in throwing another military coup.

They're both really so much more interesting when you accept that they are mirror images of each other. It's literally built in to the lore!! XD

I have a lot of HC about the Mirror World being in general more brutal and chaotic than the main verse (”brutal” in a Kirby way, of course) and that DMK is mostly a distant, unfriendly, pragmatic veteran of the “stabs first asks questions later” variety. He’s seen his world’s monarch get corrupted by MULTIPLE cosmic horrors and is not even sure if he’s still IN there anymore, meanwhile, the person who was supposed to be his world’s shining star of hope grew weak without the support of his friends, becoming a coward and a sneak (at least when TAM is going on.) Shadow Kirby is unable to stand up to the evil that has been corrupting their world even if they wanted too.

No wonder DMK himself lost to Dark Mind.(1)

That he’s still kind of an aggressive, stabby-person after their world was saved I attribute to “lived this way so long he’s not sure how to stop” syndrome. Do you realize both how cute and how sad it is that he’s only able to (badly) draw his sword in the Wave 2 pic? He’s asked to be creative and he can’t THINK of anything except fighting anymore.

:holds DMK gently:

...Of course then I go and make my DMK mute so he can’t defend himself or express what he’s going through to anyone except Meta Knight. (And the more empathic characters/anyone else they taught their sign language to.) Oops! XD

(1) I also HC that DMK wasn’t being an idiot when he entered the main verse and attacked Kirby, splitting him into multiple copies. For one, he obviously didn’t split Meta Knight into copies when he attacked HIM, so that mirror refraction thing he does is not a power he has no control over.

I think that he purposefully made 3 extra Kirbys, each equally strong as the first, and lured them into the Mirror World, goading them on further and further, using the mystery of “what happened to Meta Knight.” (Notice how he doesn’t go out of his way to stop Meta Knight from interfering? Nor does he try to kill him once he’s got him trapped in the mirror.)

HIs goal? Dark Mind may have been his “master” but I think he WANTED Kirby to fight Dark Mind. To beat him.

I think his duel with Kirby serves the same purpose as Meta Knight’s duel with Kirby in Adventure. Meta Knight had to know about Nightmare from Dedede, so why did he fight Kirby? To TEST him. DMK did the same thing. “You’re not getting past here unless you prove you can defeat me.” (”Because I couldn’t stop him and if you have to be stronger than me to stand a chance.”)

Frankly, I think the fact that DMK risked death/shattering in that fight makes HIM the mirror world’s hero. Its jerkass hero, but still a hero.

#Kirby #Dark Meta Knight #Meta Knight #Team Dark Meta Knight Defense Squad #Dess Text Post #long post

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sarrsqz · 23 days ago

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Cosmic Attachments

AHS: Murder House

Tate Langdon x Death!Reader

Mentions of Violet Harmon, Chad Warwick and Sally McKenna.

This is a combination of both Murder House and Hotel, but the large majority of it takes place in the Murder House.

In this, the reader is an ambiguous character to takes on the common Grim Reaper trope of guiding souls to the afterlife. They struggle with doing this in supernatural hotspots such as the Murder House due to the stubborn, evil and traumatized spirits that live there.

But they especially struggle with Tate Langdon, a boy who refuses to accept his hellish fate. But Death just can't seem to grapple their strange attachment with him.

Word count: 2k

If you don't want to read the Hotel section, skip to the transition symbol ┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

The hallways of the Hotel Cortez were never welcoming. At least, for you they weren't. The non-human entities, most of whom contradict your existence, weren't keen on having you roam the building. You demonstrated the truth of their circumstances. The vulnerability they hid behind violence.

But you still saw it. How could you not? It's your job, after all.

The carpeted floor felt grimy, even through your shoes. The lights down the hallway flickered. You could feel a draft echoing through the unmaintained vents, or... screams?

It's difficult to tell when they all feel the same to you. A calling – more work to be done. Eventually, that is.

You heard footsteps staggering somewhere behind you. Turning your head down the dim hallway, you saw Sally stumble out of a darkened room. Her old, crimped and frizzy hair fell around her face while cigarette smoke curled around her figure.

She stopped when she saw you. She pointed at you, cigarette latched between her two fingers. "Well, look who's decided to haunt my hallways. What do you want, Grim Reaper?"

You smiled, glancing down at the patterned floor before meeting her eyes again. "You know that's not my name, Sally." The ghost in question scoffed, throwing her shoulders back to emphasize her distaste at your correction. "And it's not haunting, it's... monitoring. Making sure the lost know they have a choice."

Sally snorted, her feet dragging as she walked further down the dimly light hallway. "A choice? Please. You really think any of us would choose this damned place if we had any real options?"

You shrugged. "Some did. Some still can, if they want. It's never too late for those who haven't thrown it away." Your voice was gentle, but firm. It was a necessary precaution when speaking to spirits, especially those like Sally.

You watched Sally take a long drag of her cigarette. She had stopped walking, planting her heeled shoes into the dirty carpet. Her narrowed eyes never left yours.

Breathing out the smoke, "You mean, if they haven't been stupid enough to turn you down already." Her arm fell back down to her side, cigarette ash falling to the floor. She paid it no mind. "But we all know how that goes–regret and begging. You get off on that, don't you?"

You shook your head. "It's not about getting off on anything, Sally. It's about respect. It's about finality. I don't relish in their pain. I mourn it."

The ghost laughed bitterly. Your words, which normally cut through the fragile facades of the deceased, barely scratched her. "Well, yeah, keep your mourning to yourself. None of us are going anywhere. We're all trapped in our own hells, and nothing you say will change that."

"Perhaps. But I'll still be here, Sally. For those who might change their minds. For those who need to know that there's a way out, even if it's only once." You spoke softly, looking away from Sally for a moment. You nodded slightly, confirming your beliefs to yourself.

You need to stay in touch with your ideals. Your morals. Your job.

You saw her eyes flicker, hints of vulnerability poking through before they hardened again. "Don't waste your time." She brought the cigarette back up to her red lips but stopped before she inhaled the drugs within. "You know, instead of bargaining with the freaks here, you should really be having that talk with your boy-toy at that house."

Your face hardened whilst hers curved with humor.

She shrugged dramatically, tilting her head in the process. "Seems like you're not so good at your job after all." Her eyes widened in mockery.

"Tate's choices are his own. I can't force him to do anything." You defended your stance, shifting your body to fully face the deranged ghost. "My job doesn't circle around force. It's about accepting your situation and moving on."

"Hm. Well, good luck with that." Her eyes narrowed more, which you didn't even think was possible. "Places like this have a way of holding on to its ghosts." Her hand, cigarette still placed between her fingers, gestured around you two to the otherwise empty hallway.

You watched her turn heel and walk down the remainder of the hallway. Your eyes remained latched onto the cheetah print of her coat before she turned out of sight.

You sighed, looking down at your feet for a moment. Shit– you should really check up on that place.

┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

You walked into the house through the back door, noticing the emptiness in the air due to the absence of the living. Ever since the death of the Harmons, the large house has sat abandoned for the most part.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. You haven't been here in a hot minute– too caught up at the hotel in the city.

"Oh, look who it is." You looked over your shoulder at the kitchen area, seeing Chad Warwick leaning on the counter. "Back again, oh door-to-door Jehovah's Witness? Still trying to sell us all on that afterlife plan?" You watched his nose crinkle when he spoke and how his clasped hands gripped each other with more strength.

The man's reaction to you was common. He's always been like this. Originally refusing you to stay with his boyfriend, now existing in pure ignorance ever since the relationship soured with age.

You raised your eyebrows, responding to him anyway. "Your choice, Chad. But remember, doors to the afterlife don't stay open forever."

"Hm, do they?" He tilted his head, watching you as you walked by and towards the staircase. You knew his bitterness was just a reflection of his personal problems, so like the others, you didn't let it affect you.

The stairs creaked under your shoes. Dust and broken glass littered the wooden floorboards. Graffiti decorated the walls in various bold colors as you trailed throughout the familiar building.

Your fingers traced the cracked walls. The paint crumbled and fell behind them, hitting the floor softly. The only sound was the sound your shoes made as you navigated down the hall. You finally stopped when you turned a corner, opting to lean against the wooden doorway instead of fully entering it.

Tate laid on the old mattress in the room. It still sat on Violet's old bed frame, although you don't remember who owned the mattress. It's been too long to remember trivial details like that.

The boy turned his head to face you, dirty blond hair falling over his forehead. "What's the matter, Death? Didn't get enough souls today?" His voice was laced in sarcasm, arms crossed in a defensive pose. He became detached after learning of your true purpose. Cold.

You haven't decided if you should put that against him though.

"Just thought I'd check in, Tate. How's the afterlife treating you?" You raised an eyebrow. He's rejected your proposals of moving on more times than you can count. There's no point in being professional anymore. So why do you still feel so attached?

Tate scoffed, sitting up on the bed and crossing his arms in his lap. "Oh, it's great. Violet still hates me; the house is still a hellhole."

So hostile.

"Why are you here?" He added on at the end of his short rant. You watched his blue eyes, lined with redness, narrow at you.

You shrugged, walking in the room slowly. You lingered around the walls, quickly glancing outside through the window. "Just... doing rounds. Discussing the reality of the stubbornness you ghosts seem to hold for my proposal." You said it nonchalantly, but Tate could recognize your poor attempts at manipulation. You were a truthful, blunt entity. Manipulation wasn't in your blood.

You leaned against the wall, shadows encapsulating your face as you looked at the boy. In contrast, the sun amplified his features. His expression of hatred, fear. Refusal to accept his fate. "Maybe," you started, "I'm just... attached in a way I shouldn't be."

"Attached? That's rich." He crossed his legs on the mattress, jaw ticking as his fingers traced the stained seams of the fabric. "I thought you were all business. Guide souls, move on. An eternal one-night stand attitude." He grumbled, eyes looking back at you.

You smiled. "It's not that simple, Tate."

He didn't respond. His fingers continued to trace the stitches in the fabric, trying to find a distraction to the situation he was in. An obvious detail that none of the ghosts here seemed to take into consideration when scaring the living away was the removal of any distractions or entertainment.

You looked down to where Tate – and also Violet, at some point – had stored his albums. The floor was empty now.

"You know," you heard him speak, "if I go with you, there's only one place I'm heading. Hell. Doesn't exactly sound like a vacation."

It wasn't a lie. You had been honest about that with him from the get-go. The boy was destined for Hell, and you couldn't help but silently pray that he'd just accept that.

"Tate, you've always known the consequences of your actions. But staying here, trapped in this endless cycle, isn't a permanent solution to your problem either. You remained natural, as best you could regarding the boy. Your stance was approachable, casual.

His eyes darkened. His finger stopped the movement against the mattress below him. "At least here, I know what to expect. Hell... that's a different kind of torture. I'm not exactly itching to find out what they have planned for me."

"Hm." You hummed, leaning your head against the cracked wall and staring off at the ceiling. "That's true. You don't. I don't even know."

He scoffed, annoyed by your attitude. He could feel his irritation grow the longer you intruded in his space.

"But think about it, Tate." Your nose crinkled as you turned your head to look back at him. "This house won't stand forever." You smiled. "One day it will crumble or be torn down. And where will you be? Trapped in the ruins, a ghost with no anchor. Your suffering won't end, Tate. It'll just evolve into a new kind of torment."

Tate frowned, a hint of fear flickering in his eyes as he quickly looked away from you. "Why does it matter? I'm already in Hell here. At least it's familiar."

Your voice was still soft, but sterner as you continued to fill his head with images of his fate. "Familiar doesn't mean safe. The ghosts bound to this place will scatter, their ties disconnected. Lost without something to focus their energy on. You have a chance to leave this shit hole on your own terms. Obtain a semblance of control over your fate."

"Fuck. Control, seriously? What kind of control do I have knowing what's on the other side?" His voice got louder, angrier as his head shot up to face you again.

"Hiding from what you fear will only make your existence more miserable when this place can't protect you anymore."

Your face went blank. You watched one of his eyes twitch, annoyed by the impending reality he was faced with. You stared at each other, yours a look of understanding, his of fear and boiling hatred. Suddenly, he whispered, "You really believe that, don't you?"

You nod. "I do. I need to. And I'll be here, waiting, for whenever you do too."

You stood up straight, not giving the boy another look as you left the room. Your hand trailed against the wall again, before you turned the corner.

Tate watched you leave, attempting to appear indifferent to your conversation. But he couldn't deny the emotions it stirred up inside him. He could take what the other ghosts said about him. He could push their words down until he either forgot about them or lashed out in a swell of emotions.

But you... you were different. You were an inhuman, cosmic creature crafted by the universe.

And his attachment to you wasn't going to save him.

#ahs murder house #tate langdon #murder house #ahs x you #ahs x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #reader pov #reader is death #ahs chad warwick #ahs sally #ahs hotel #ahs violet

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georg-prime · 13 days ago

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AaA finale wishes

Things I'm expecting to happen in no particular order:

Next trial is the last one, it's the earth trial but here it doesn't necessarily need a green witch to solve it

Agatha helps both Jen and Billy to regain the memories they lost after their own near death experience

Jen and Billy get out of the road without Agatha but not because they wanted to (either she push them out somehow for some reason, or Rio separate them on purpose then tries and keeps Agatha trapped so that she dies or something)

Timey wimey stuff happen because 'time is an illusion'

we see how Agatha was born/why her mother decided she was evil from birth

We see how Agatha and 'Rio' met and fell in love

How Agatha aquiered the darkhold

Some twist about Nick Scratch

Billy getting his full Wiccan appearance with a blueish suit and a red cape

Jen begins to teach other people, spreading good important witchy knowledge

Things I hope we'll get:

Part of the timey wimey stuff is that Wanda's kids were created from preexisting souls (at least pieces of them) who then went back to the body they were meant to be, hense Wanda's "thank you for choosing me to be your mother". Billy's reunion won't be with Tommy yet, nor Wanda, but with himself: he always has been Billy Kaplan he just also was Billy Maximoff for a bit too

We learn that an other teenager had a near death experience near Westview when the hex went down, but his powers suddenly manifested in a more violent way while he also had no idea who he was anymore. Tommy's souls might still be broken in two which could be why Billy can feel him in a way without really being able to know where he is. Or Tommy really is in a certain institution after he accidentally made things explode, and it's a place build to block all kinds of powers

Explanations about 'Rio', her origins and powers, and purpose. Is she really big cosmic entity Death, or a temporary limited to Earth jurisdiction, nerfed avatar of Death? Is she solidifying people's soul into flowers to transport them? Where does she take them, is it Mephisto's Hell dimension or Dormmamu's or an other - frustratingly - unspecified afterlife place. Would be nice if it was Battleworld for some of them so that we get a chance to see at least Alice again.

Speaking about Alice, if she isn't taken to Battleworld, a version of her from an alternate reality appears at the end.

Implied that Agatha starts or think of starting a magic academy like the MCU's version of Strange Academy

Someone drops the word 'mutant' - like they did in Miss Marvel - for Agatha, and possibly Billy.

Rather than 'Rio' getting Agatha to die in one way or an other, Agatha (maybe with Billy's help) 'frees' her from this Death job, and she just stays/goes back to being a green witch. She's very pissed and might try to/swears that she will directly kill Agatha but it is implied that they might now be more likely to reconcile one day - especially after also having here talked (screamed at each other) about Nicolas.

Billy goes home to his parents and tells them he remembers everything

America Chavez (and/or Kamala Khan and/or Kate Bishop) shows up in the credits

Somehow we learn Sharon "Ms Hart" Devis was using magic so that her flowers look perfect

The Bohner family reunion t-shirt was foreshadowing hilariously, and Ralph is actually Nick - is set up to be an antagonist in a sequel/spin off or something, it introduce Mephisto to the MCU like Thanos was before he appears in Ironheart

Just hopefully it's really as satisfying as they say it is, and not super depressing. In my honest opinion superhero fatigue isn't a thing, people just kept getting disappointed that those movies/shows rather than being cool and fun and safe entertainment, where the protagonist save the day and get the girl/guy, where now almost systematically full of tragedies or at best bitter-sweet.

Just give us some Halloween themed fun please haha 😅

#Agatha All Along #Agatha All Along spoilers #MCU Wiccan #Jennifer Kale #Agatha Harkness #Rio Vidal #Marvel #I'm probably forgetting things I thought about before but oh well #Long post #Wishes and half-assed predictions #Also praying for the fandom not to be toxic whatever happens #Please people I'm on my knee let's be calm and civil #If you're pissed about something don't attack other fans and the cast and crew pls #Okay wishing you all a good finale night!#Also please marvel future fight gimme at least Agatha and a new uni for Billy during Black Friday thanks

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adverbally · 2 months ago

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Adverbally’s Steddie Ficlet Masterlist

Curious about the collected works of the woman spamming the Steddie tag for the whole month of August? This is the place for you! All of my Tumblr fics are listed below the cut, grouped by the even they were written for.

If there’s an idea you’d like to see me try, my askbox and DMs are open!

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Microfic Challenges (ongoing)

Wedding Bell Blues

October prompt: dress | wc: 350 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: established relationship, getting married, wedding day jitters, eddie helping steve get dressed, very light angst with a happy ending

Let the Stars Fall

September prompt: shower | wc: 399 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: early established relationship, post-S4, Orionid meteor shower, stargazing, pure cosmic fluff

I’m Picking Up the Good Vibrations

August prompt: plug | wc: 437 | rated: E | cw: sexual content | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female Eddie Munson, female Steve Harrington, just a casual sexytime sleepover between friends

Take a Chance, Roll the Dice

Spooktober (ongoing)

It’s Been Comin’ for Some Time

prompt: rain | wc: 1,699 | rated: T | cw: mild internalized homophobia | tags: caught in the rain, sharing clothes, hot cocoa, emotionally fraught confessions, first kiss, getting together

We Know What We Know

prompt: woods | wc: 754 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: new relationship, making out

Here Comes the Really Scary Part

prompt: Did you hear that? | wc: 747 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: making out, suspense, scary movies, Wayne Munson cameo

There’s Something Weird (And It Don’t Look Good)

Your Bones on My Bones

prompt: skeleton | wc: 248 | rated: T | cw: medical recovery, discussion of weight (lost while injured, regained in recovery) | tags: established relationship, secondhand trauma, caretaking

You’ve Got That Hold Over Me

prompt: bonfire | wc: 760 | rated: T | cw: mild alcohol and drug use | tags: pre-relationship, pining, wingman Robin, Eddie & Robin friendship

Keep Me Coming Back For More

prompt: orchard | wc: 865 | rated: M | cw: none | tags: fluff, anniversary, long-term relationship, vacation, implied/referenced sexual content

Art Therapy

prompt: “That’s the dumbest looking jack-o-lantern I’ve ever seen.” | wc: 285 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: established relationship, teasing, art therapy for post-injury rehabilitation, seasonal crafts, sometimes the process is rewarding regardless of the outcome

I Can Never Go Home Anymore

prompt: graveyard | wc: 974 | rated: T | cw: death of a parent, references to abuse and neglect by a parent | tags: Steddie established relationship, funeral and burial (for Mr. Harrington), Harrington family angst, Steve’s complicated relationship with his mom

A Spoonful of Sugar

prompt: superstition | wc: 637 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: fluff, domesticity, early relationship, getting to know each other, implied sexual content

Too Sweet

prompt: baking | wc: 867 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: established relationship, romantic gesture, domesticity gone wrong, a little bit of a fight, minor burn injury, happy ending

Bedtime Stories

prompt: “Would you please stop trying to scare them?” | wc: 783 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: kid fic, parenting, bedtime stories

Scarred for Life

prompt: bats | wc: 724 | rated: T | cw: canon-typical violence and trauma | tags: established relationship, Eddie’s tattoos, coping with trauma

Candy Corn Controversy

prompt: candy | wc: 321 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: established relationship, fluff, candy corn

Pick of the Patch

prompt: pumpkin | wc: 1,053 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: kidfic, family planning, A/B/O omegaverse (omega Steve and alpha Eddie), implied mpreg, minor angsting about how fast babies grow

Smutty September

Don’t Get Me Wrong

prompt: make-up sex | wc: 1,258 | rated: M | cw: sexual content | tags: misunderstanding, handjobs, sexy biting, the conflict and making up is pretty one-sided because I don’t like when they fight for real

Just Like a Prayer (I’ll Take You There)

prompt: pillow princess | wc: 751 | rated: E | cw: sexual content | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, pillow princess eddie, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, a touch of BDSM dynamics, c’mon you can’t tell me the prompt is pillow princess and not expect me to make it sapphic

It’s Gonna Take You Over

prompt: soft and slow | wc: 874 | rated: E | cw: none | tags: dom Steve, sub Eddie, cockwarming, riding, hickeys, teasing, orgasm control, begging

Lovers Forever, Face to Face

prompt: lingerie | wc: 1,851 | rated: E | cw: none | tags: Eddie in lingerie, body insecurity, mirror sex, body worship, dirty talk, buttplug, anal sex

Face to Face in Secret Places

prompt: sneaking around | wc: 1,576 | rated: E | cw: none | tags: set pre-S3, established relationship, in public (school library), fear of getting caught, exhibitionism (but no voyeurism), making out, dry humping, oral sex

The String to Strike Within Me

prompts: rough and aftercare | wc: 1,463 | rated: E | cw: | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, bdsm, dom steve, sub eddie, rough sex, strap-on, vaginal sex, light degradation, begging, subspace, praise kink

Sway Through the Crowd to an Empty Space

Just Leave It All Up to Me

prompt: service dom | wc: 1,842 | rated: E | cw: none | tags: stress relief, bathing, anal sex, light d/s, dom Steve, sub Eddie

Angsty August

Don’t Ask Me What You Know Is True

prompt: second chance | wc: 1,005 | rated: M | cw: none | tags: accusations of infidelity, relationship insecurity, angst with a happy ending

Conversations with Dead People

prompt: ghosts | wc: 1,159 | rated: T | cw: past major character death, brief passive suicidal ideation | tags: grief, not a fix-it, Eddie is Dead

I’ll Be Seeing You

prompt: “The sunset looks lovely, don’t you think?” | wc: 929 | rated: T | cw: traumatic brain injury, dementia, memory loss, degenerative illness | tags: grief for a person who’s still alive, caregiving

Wind Up Like the Wreck You Hide

prompt: angst with a happy ending | wc: 1,096 | rated: T | cw: hospital, heart attack, parental illness | tags: hurt/comfort, taking care of each other

Haven’t Had a Dream in a Long Time

prompt: Please Please Please, Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths | wc: 1,353 | rated: M | cw: canon-typical gore, sexual content | tags: dream life, you know when you have a really realistic dream and it feels so real? and when you wake up you feel the loss and sorrow of not being in that world anymore? it’s like that

Every Claim You Stake

prompt: “Who did this?” | wc: 1,364 | rated: E | cw: sexual content, slut shaming, unprotected sex | tags: friends with benefits, non-exclusive sexual relationship, jealousy, argument, not a happy ending

We Can Lock the World Outside

prompt: moonlight | wc: 979 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: migraine, chronic illness, hurt/comfort, author is a spoonie projecting onto Steve

Together We’ll Break These Chains of Love

prompt: miscommunication | wc: 1,599 | rated: E | cw: restraints, sexual content, traumatic flashback, references to past torture | tags: kink negotiation gone wrong, aka steve is way too confident in his ability to bounce back from being held captive and tortured, light BDSM, praise kink

I’m a Victim of a Bad Crash

Stunned by the Whiplash

A Shot Right Through Into a Bolt of Blue

prompt: temporary character death | wc: 605 | rated: T | cw: temporary character death, vomiting | tags: AU, canon-divergent, what if Steve took Eddie’s place, pre-relationship, canon-typical violence and gore, hopeful ending

Slow, So Slow, I Fell to the Ground on My Knees

prompt: Terrible Things - Mayday Parade | wc: 1,002 | rated: T | cw: dustin in peril, hospital | tags: canon divergent, what if Dustin came back to help Eddie buy time, no I couldn’t bring myself to actually kill Dustin, meditation on guilt and love and responsibility, not as sophisticated as that sounds, pre-steddie, hopeful ending

Promise Me Just One More Night

prompt: “Please, stay?” | wc: 1,248 | rated: M | cw: references to sexual content | tags: established relationship, moving away, last night together, hopeful ending

You Tattered Me, You Tethered Me to You

prompt: lake | wc: 1,728 | rated: E | cw: sexual content, use of the f-slur | tags: first time, experienced eddie, internalized homophobia, steve’s sexuality crisis, hints of what could be considered subspace and sub drop, set probably in late spring 1985 | follow-up snippet

Just Try to See in the Dark

prompt: childhood | wc: 1,263 | rated: T | cw: references to physical (nonsexual) child abuse and neglect, including description of injuries inflicted by a parent | tags: teacher steve, steve and eddie’s shitbag dads, hurt/comfort, shoutout to all the awesome teachers out there

I Put a Spell on You

prompt: Halloween | wc: 1,213 | rated: M | cw: minor discussion of the consent and self-determination issues arising from love spells (which do not actually apply to what happens) | tags: attempted magic, halloween costumes, eddie’s self esteem issues, this turned out more humorous (or even cracky) than intended but i figure i was due for a light angst day, happy ending

Think of the Tender Things

prompt: “Keep breathing, please.” | wc: 773 | rated: T | cw: hospital, premature baby | tags: adoption, new parent anxiety, hopeful ending

In Vain I Have Struggled

prompt: right person, wrong time | wc: 492 | rated: G | cw: N/A | tags: regency AU, historical fiction, epistolary, apologies and love confessions, period-typical compulsory heterosexuality, lavender marriage, hopeful ending

I’m Never Gonna Dance Again

prompt: Careless Whisper - George Michael | wc: 795 | rated: T | cw: description of knee injury, brief discussion of surgery and recovery | tags: career-ending injury, ballet dancer steve, eddie is also a ballet dancer but that’s less relevant to the story, I am not a ballet expert but I did my best

This Must Be the Place

prompt: “I didn’t know where else to go.” | wc: 2,262 | rated: T | cw: minor injuries, abuse | tags: steve’s shitbag dad, found family, wayne as a surrogate parental figure, steve is a munson now dammit, previous breakup, getting back together

Broke Apart My Insides (Help Me)

prompt: please | wc: 876 | rated: E | cw: explicit rape/non-con, vomiting | tags: dead dove do not eat, established relationship, vecna possession, forced to hurt a loved one, no happy ending

Whenever This World Is Cruel to Me

prompt: missing scene | wc: 1,609 | rated: T | cw: mildly graphic description of injuries | tags: set during 4x08, platonic Stobin, surprisingly calm and competent Eddie, it takes a village to take care of Steve

You Could Try to Get Closer to Me

prompt: Skull Rock | wc: 1,935 | rated: E | cw: use of the f-slur, sexual content | tags: overheard sex (unintentional), fantasizing, masturbation, oral sex (woman receiving), steve/OC with a side of eddie pining, set pre-season 3

I Still Got You to Be My Open Door

prompt: “Go, see if I care.” | wc: 662 | rated: T | cw: referenced parental neglect | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, steve’s parents suck, references to cutting off contact with parents

Together We Can Take It to the End of the Line

prompt: soulmates | wc: 1,031 | rated: T | cw: major character death | tags: AU where soulmates can feel each other’s pain, no happy ending

Searching for a Trail to Follow Again

prompt: The Night We Met - Lord Huron | wc: 1,111 | rated: M | cw: nonexplicit sexual content | tags: Eddie’s insecurities, not really breakup sex, kind of more like goodbye sex, at least until Steve knocks some sense into Eddie, hopeful ending

And If I Should Falter, Would You Open Your Arms Out to Me?

prompt: “I thought we agreed it was over.” | wc: 633 | rated: T | cw: n/a | tags: previous friends with benefits relationship, mutual pining (but mostly Steve), happy ending

I Can See Our Days Are Becoming Night

prompt: tomorrow | wc: 1,064 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: pining, friends to something more than friends but not quite lovers

Take Me Where My Future’s Lyin’

prompt: future | wc: 731 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: job rejection, hurt/comfort, heavy author projection

The Victims Have Been Bled

prompt: vampire | wc: 1,585 | rated: M | cw: canon-typical violence and gore, violent animal death (offscreen but the aftermath is discussed), non-con/rape vibes around a forced biting situation | tags: evil vampire Eddie, psychological torment, obsession, vampire lore in the style of Buffy the Vampire Slayer

We Gotta Hide What We’re Doing

prompt: “I’m not going to beg you to love me.” | wc: 1,161 | rated: T | cw: period-typical homophobia, fears of violent homophobia (mentioned only) | tags: physical touch as a love language, feeling rejected, heart to heart car conversations, happy ending

#mine #masterlist

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