#empires hero au

[siriannatan]

How To Deal With Bad Luck

fWhimmy heroes and villains AU

A little one-shot to raise the mood after that last thing...

A03

Jimmy expected to see literally anyone else when his doorbell rang in the middle of the night. Since when was it working again? If it were Scott, or Major as he was known as a hero he'd just walk in. He knew the lock broke ages ago and refused to be fixed. In all honesty, not many other people knew where the not-quite-villain, not-quite hero lived so he was shocked to see a sheepish Tinkerer as the minor villain was known as, standing there with a grocery store bag and failing to lean casually on a suitcase. He honestly recognised him only by his signature leather jacket. He never saw his face, and the thick-rimmed, rectangular glasses really threw him for even more of a loop. And he was pretty sure Tinkerer didn't use to have dragon horns and wings...

"Sorry for the sudden visit but... can I stay the night?" the villain asked. He did not sound fine. "Please?" that addition sounded a bit less forced than Jimmy would have expected it to be. 

"Sure," Jimmy almost shrugged. He was not about to kick him out. He was not quite as mean as some other villains. Not super nice but not super terrible. Somewhere in between. At least since him stealing Jimmy's mask gave his identity out to Major. Who, shockingly, used it to try and convince him to quit trying to meddle in the hero business. Be it positively or not. "I have only one bed but..."

"Sofa's fine," Tinkerer stopped him. "fWhip... by the way..." 

Jimmy blinked for a second before he realised Tinkerer just introduced himself. With his actual name... "Jimmy, but you probably know that since you found this place... And don't even think about sleeping on the sofa, it's uncomfortable even without wings. Umm...Why me actually? Doesn't your group have like a million safe houses around the city? I just don't want heroes randomly breaking my walls..." he could not help but ask as fWhip set his baggage in an empty corner next to the broken TV. He kept his wings really close to himself to not knock anything over. Jimmy was thankful for that. Everything he surrounded himself seemed to instantly half its durability.

"No, nothing to do with heroes," fWhip sighed. "I got kicked out... from my own villain group... that I started..." he admitted, curling up on Jimmy's small and possibly broken in several places couch. I couldn't really go to any of our safe houses since they were quite angry with me... I had no idea where else to go..."

"Aren't you worried about me causing stuff and all that?" Jimmy sighed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know why fWhip's group was angry with him. It could not be good.

"Not at all. I did an extensive study and fully understand what causes it to act. Sorry if it's weird..." he seemed to cheer up with that but his mood instantly fell right back down.

Jimmy was not sure how to feel. It was sort of flattering that fWhip spend his time... "Where did you even get any information on that?"

"It wasn't easy, but lucky for me all your worst outbursts took place during big events with heavy news coverage. And I was right there a few times," fWhip grinned fixing his glasses. 

"Okay... I hope you plan to share all that knowledge," Jimmy chuckled. fWhip was surprisingly cute... He should not be... He was pretty sure he had a crush on Scott (and Major but that...yeah...).

"Of course. You're letting me stay here and all," he nodded. "And it's quite fascinating. It's fully dependent on your emotions. If you're angry, sad, or anxious disasters happen," he explained with a sparkle in his eye. Jimmy could only nod as fWhip descended into a ramble. "It's kind of like canaries, back in the olden days, miners would bring a bird along and if it stopped singing it meant it died due to dangerous gases, I noticed you tend to get silent when upset and then boom, disaster," he finished and grinned, brandishing sharp teeth.

"Okay... Where did the wings and teeth come from?" Jimmy decided he's heard enough about himself. It was starting to freak him out how much fWhip knew. Even if it could be useful.

"Oh... part of why I was kicked out actually," fWhip curled up a bit once more. "When all these sprouted, Mythic and Moon decided that we should turn to bigger villainy than being mere nuisances for heroes since I finally had some superpowers... As if I wasn't good enough with just my tech. I was not interested in actually hurting anyone directly so I said not, stomped my feet even, and they decided I was not serious enough," he huffed shifting and wiggling to get comfy with the wings. "I'll only bother you until I find a place for myself..."

"Won't the wings make it hard?  To find a place I mean... But... where did the glasses come from? You look like a nerd and I'm saying it..."

"I don't know anyone with wings," fWhip sighed. "And I always needed glasses. Have you never wondered why I always leave if my goggles get damaged? They're much easier to fight in," fWhip explained, once again fixing his glasses. It was seriously adorable.

When his 'friends' weren't around fWhip wasn't so bad. Since neither of them wanted to sleep, both were too awake with the night's events. They chatted and had some snacks Jimmy had in his kitchen and some of the ones fWhip brought in his bag as a peace offering. Apparently, fWhip was planning to figure out his wings by watching early news coverage about Major. 'He's literally the only winged person I'm at least somewhat familiar with. Unfortunately, he's too important to deal with minor villains like me too often so I don't have much up close reference,' he said with that sparkle Jimmy called curiosity. fWhip was hiding quite the brain behind all his seemingly unhinged devices and other often exploding inventions. 

Eventually, they were tired enough to sleep and too tired to argue about who would sleep on the couch and who in Jimmy's small bed. Somehow they both ended up in bed. It was nice for Jimmy since fWhip seemed to radiate pleasant levels of warmth. He guessed it would be worse if he got angry. It was very much a guess as he was barely awake when he made it.

Jimmy woke up being very much cuddled by someone very warm... and poked by horns. Stiffing a groan he looked down to be met with a mess of auburn hair broken up by two dark red horns. He let out a sigh of relief remembering how fWhip got into his apartment and bed... He felt weirdly calm to have him here and all close and... fWhip was quite capable in a fight, powers or no powers. Certainly more than Jimmy. This had nothing to do with him thinking he was cute. No. Not at all. He still had a major crush on Major... Hahaha, Major... 

"I can almost hear you think," fWhip muttered cuddling closer to Jimmy. He took the lack of protests and pushing away as an okay to carry on. Sausage and Pearl... Gem even back in the day, were not big on the cuddles.

"Sorry? Did you sleep well? I think I can put some sort of breakfast together," Jimmy offered, not quite sure what he had in his kitchen. He should have stuff for pancakes. No promises about any toppings.

"Just a few more minutes... It's been ages since I stayed with someone who's fine with cuddles..." fWhip muttered burying his face further into Jimmy. He guessed the second part was not meant for him to hear.

"Okay, okay, just let me grab my phone," Jimmy yawned, his brain was busy stopping him from chuckling at how cuddly fWhip was. And his phone was making a lot of noise for a while now.

As it turns out, Scott was not going to be coming over. As he often did, likely on Lizzie, Jimmy's sister's, insistence since she knew he knew where Jimmy was hiding from her overprotective tendencies. And her title of mayor. Being a walking disaster was bad enough without being recognised as her brother...

[cooloperalawyerskeleton]

When I say that Voices! Shadowpeach is complicated and sad I mean it..

Also guys who would actually read comic about voices au or some scenes from it?

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain, God 7

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*Grian's pov*

You are in your Poultryman form, in the middle of the night, jumping across buildings. You could fly but it's exciting to travel like this, a bit more thrilling, and It's not like a fall like this is going to kill a god like you.

Along the way you do stop a bunch of crime, Poultryman would be a pretty bad vigilante persona if you didn't, nothing big though... ...Until the building on your left explodes out of nowhere!

The first thought in your mind is something akin to "yay! Explosion", It's part of being the god of chaos.

Your second thought is "explosions don't usually happen in mortal cities...something is very wrong", that's part of being a vigilante and that is the thing you decide to focus on right now.

You fly closer to the burning building, It's hard at first to not relish in the chaos and smoke but you force yourself to press foward. There are people inside, you can feel them calling out... it almost sounds like prayer... you fly in and you grab them and bring them out one by one. Soon you find aren't the only one helping, someone else is here grabbing people and flying out. Golden wings and a western aesthetic, this must be-

"Hello Sheriff."

"Poultryman, didn't expect to see you all the way here pardner"

You try to ignore the man of clear british descent attempts at a western american accent... You still cringe behind the mask.

"Oh you know, saw an explosion and just had to check it out"

He looks at you, it hard to gauge the emotion from the expression but you don't need divinity to hear the mental debate going on in his brain.

"... Good job on that by the way, we managed to get everyone out with no casualties... I...don't know if I could have managed that alone"

Huh, very different from HotGuy this one, you appreciate the compliment but it's weird to get it from a hero so high up in the rankings... You check him mind and it doesn't seem to be a trap which is ...even weirder. You are a vigilante after all and his job is to capture you, a compliment to lower your defenses should have been one of the first things to try... Perhaps he knows already it wouldn't work.

You look back to him, he turns to the burning building... You smirk.

"Are you saying that I'm ...better then you?".

What follows is ...silence, then the Sheriff turns so quickly.

Then sputtering.

"WHAT!? No! You just ...arrived earlier. That's it."

"Nah, I think It's just because I'm better"

"How.dare.you? I am the Sheriff, I am the law, you will respect me."

"Nuh huh"

"You can't just-"

You get up when he tries to lunge at you.

"Missed! Too bad"

"Gosh! I can't believe I thanked you!"

He shouts at you, he doesn't actually sound nad though. He's enjoying himself too... It is much more fun this way.

"I know, an horrible decision on your part really"

"Well then I'm taking back my compliments"

*Gasp* How could he do something so heinous to you? The great Poultryman! This will not stand!

"No! You can't do that! No take backsies!"

"Too bad, Poultryman you are no longer thanked"

"Noooooo! How could you Sheriff? So cruel of you!"

You both look at eachother and begin laughing, some of the people you have rescued look at the two of you like you have grown a second head ... You do check you didn't do that accidentally, revealing your godhood by growing an appendage like that would have been at the very least embarassing.

Suddenly a feminine voice, must be the Ocean queen, speaks up.

"Sheriff, I'm glad everyone is out of the building and you're having fun but did it have to be the vigilante we have to capture?"

Oh right, you forgot about that. Well time to take your leave.

"Right... About that... I might need to do a rain check on that! Bye!"

And you are gone. Thinking about it later, that building just going boom like that was pretty suspicious.

Yeetit @/yeetoryeet33

My office building exploded lmao and Poultryman started bantering with Sheriff. I am starting to think I was drugged.

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|Uhhhhh @/Wowzers3809What do you mean your office building exploded!?!?

OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls No, Sheriff is not romantically persuing a Vigilante, all and any bantering that happened was non-romantic, please stop flooding my buisness email with questions about my coworkers sex lives.

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| Sheriff ☑️ @/Canarywthagun Yes, I would never do that to my dear friend HotGuy. ||Hotguy☑️ @/HGofficial. Sheriff WHY must you do this to me? |||OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls Sheriff you nincompoop, do you want to create a PR nightmare?

Tdfyh @/randombullshitgo

Sooo, am I the only one to get siblings vibes from Poultryman and Sheriff?

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|OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls Back off Sheriff is my brother, Poultryman can get his own. || Tdfyh @/randombullshitgo What do you mean he's your brother!?! |||OceanQueen ☑️ @/AnarmyofAxolotls ... I shouldn't have said that.

Bluish @/blueishspace

After recent revelations I have made these:

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|Bluish @/blueishspace. Yes, I have no life. How did you know?

[willow505breaker]

Fwhip concept art

I did a little test by coloring this concept for fwhip on ibspaint. I want to know if it’s liked and if I should keep coloring my art like this.

This is just a quick sketch I’ve done on my phone so no special shading just flat color.

Just an fyi if I do start coloring my sketches not everything I draw will be colored and I’ll still post the sketch version of the piece

I have just fixed the second picture, sorry it was just dark before. It didn’t show up like that while I was making this post so I didn’t notice till after.

You should be able to see the sketch of fwhip now instead of the void

[pixlostinatos]

i finally sat down and started working on stuff for my and @fogwitchoftheevermore's empires hero au! if youve read the masterpost youve already seen my designs for scott and xornoth in civvies, so heres their hero and villain outfits, respectively!

also a pix because. [gestures at my url]

[marabelle5]

The street that all the Emperor's store/buildings that they run are on Empires street. And the towns folk call the the people who run the buildings on that street the Emperors. The kids of the town started to call the Emperors by titles like Queen Pearl or Grand Wizard Gem.

The names alternate usually between title-first name, title-store/building name, title-first and last name, and title-last name. Like Pearl's thing would be Queen Pearl, The Queen of Gilded Helianthia, Queen Pearlescent Moon, and Queen Moon.

[gentrychild]

For the ask game how about an au where a teacher in aldera feel that Izuku potential wasted for being quirkless so that they ask all for one to give quirk to Izuku?

1 - There is one teacher in Aldera who has the braincell but, as it's often the case with such people, no one listens to him. In any case, he doesn't believe that Bakugou is their golden ticket and would like the rest of the school to stop picking on someone with so potential. So he gives Izuku a safe harbor when things become too much. And he tells AFO about this young man who has a lot of potential.

2 - He takes his time before introducing the idea of getting a quirk. At first, he says things like "It's unfair how no one sees your potential just because you like a quirk." "You are so special." "You only need someone to give you a chance." And then, he explains that there is a way. That he knows someone, that he is only doing this because of how much he cares about Izuku, and so on.

3 - Midoriya gains a quirk. The teacher gains a favor (maybe money, maybe something else). All for One gains a pawn or even a spy. All is well.

4 - At least, it's what the teacher thinks.

5 - Izuku wasn't going to say no to a quirk and he is aware that he is being played but he wasn't going to let the chance of infiltrating a villainous organization slip past him. Working as a double agent will do wonders for his UA file.

[thetomorrowshow]

apologies

empires superpowers au masterlist (currently out of date)

a story that takes place during chapter 10 of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, anxiety, food

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“Hi, Major!”

Jimmy starts, looks behind them.

Blossom is standing on the curb across the road, opening up a mailbox to remove the contents.

Scott waves back cheerily, one hand still unlocking the front door. “Hey, Blossom! Your garden looks so cute today!”

“Scott,” Jimmy mutters, tugging anxiously on the hem of his own hoodie. “Scott. Can we please go in?”

“Aw, thanks! Hi, Major’s roommate! How are you doing?”

That’s Blossom. He can’t—he looks over at Scott, silently begging him to unlock the door and let him in so he doesn’t have to answer.

“We’re both doing wonderful,” Scott replies, in lieu of Jimmy saying anything. Blossom smiles widely, and Jimmy’s close to actually tapping Scott on the shoulder because they’ve been standing there with the keys in the lock for what feels like hours and he really doesn’t feel comfortable making small talk with Blossom, of all people.

“Scott, please,” he whispers, and Scott finally notices his distress and pushes the door open, stepping aside to let Jimmy in.

Jimmy pushes past him, uncaring of how rude it probably seems, as Scott calls another pleasantry across the road.

It wasn’t his first venture out of the house, but only his third, and he’d been on edge the entire time at the hardware store, had barely been able to give his opinion on the paint swatches he was supposed to be looking at.

They’re painting his room, as much as he insists he’s fine with the white walls. He’d decided on a pale green eventually, and now he sets the two cans of paint down on the dining room table and puts his hands beside them and just tries to breathe.

He’s fine. It’s fine. He lives in a neighborhood of superheros, of course he’s going to run into them at some point. It’s unreasonable to think that he can live in total isolation and still get better.

He’d just prefer they were strangers.

The front door closes. “Jimmy?”

Jimmy doesn’t look up, just presses his hands harder into the table. “I’m fine,” he lies, voice shaking.

Scott sounds unsure when he next speaks. “Was it—was it just someone talking to you? Or was there something else?”

There are some things that Scott will just let go. Things that he clearly doesn’t know how to handle, so he doesn’t push and accepts that it’s something Jimmy isn’t capable of and they leave it at that.

This is clearly not one of those things.

“I’ve hurt her,” he manages, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “Both recently, and . . . before. I’ve—I’ve hurt all of them, Scott, I’ve hurt Pearl and Gem and the Mad King and—”

“Do you want to sit down?” interrupts Scott, and Jimmy nods gratefully and lets Scott take him by the arm and lead him to the living room sofa.

“Jimmy,” Scott starts, glancing uncertainly at him, “they don’t . . . Blossom doesn’t know, you know? Most of them don’t know who you are.”

Most implies that some of them do, and that does little to calm Jimmy’s nerves anyway. The facts of the matter are that Jimmy’s hurt a lot of people whether he meant to or not, and some of those people just happened to be well-loved and extremely powerful superheroes, and if he tries to apologize and explain to any of them, he’s more likely to be killed or jailed than forgiven.

“Who does know?”

Scott bites his lip. “Gem, for sure. She knows just about everything, actually, and she’s a very forgiving person and is fine with it.”

Gem is one of the people he’s hurt the worst—he remembers hurting her so badly back when she first became a hero that she was out of commission for weeks.

He needs to apologize in person.

“And because Gem knows, fWhip knows, and maybe Mythics and Pearl, considering whatever weird friendship they all have.”

Great. That doesn’t make him panic any less. He knew that Mythics knew the connection between Solidarity and the Canary due to less than fortunate circumstances, and he’d had a hand in kidnapping Gem so that makes sense anyways. fWhip doesn’t particularly like him, but if he hasn’t said anything then hopefully he doesn’t have to reach out. Pearl is an unknown.

“Oh, and Joel, of course,” Scott waves off, and Jimmy frowns.

“Joel?”

Scott blinks, his face falling. “Forget I said anything?” he tries half-heartedly. Then he shrugs, grins at Jimmy. “Eh, you would’ve learned it eventually. That’s the Mad King, he helped a lot in getting you and Gem out of there.”

Okay, that’s not . . . that’s not too bad. His memory is, admittedly, blurry, but he can vaguely recall the Mad King turning up at the end of . . . that day.

At least it’s not the entire city. Jimmy knows that Scott had had to pull some pretty powerful strings to arrange for his identity to be kept a secret, which he’s forever grateful for. It’s just utterly terrifying, knowing that there are so many people who do know who he is, and those people just so happen to be those wronged by him.

He clenches his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. “I need—I need to apologize to them. If I can.”

Scott doesn’t answer at first, just surveys him with an unreadable expression. “You sure?”

Jimmy nods. It’s absolutely terrifying, but he has to do it—just like how he still has to apologize to Lizzie.

Maybe apologizing with other people, for less important transgressions, will make the eventual confrontation with his estranged sister easier.

“Well, there’s actually a neighborhood barbeque this weekend,” Scott offers, and there’s something—there’s something sly in his voice, something suspicious, but Scott’s face is open and innocent when Jimmy meets his eyes. “Masked, of course. We could go to that, and you could see those people in person.”

Already, a pit in his stomach opens, dread spilling out of it. It’s Tuesday. That only gives him a couple of days before he has to see these people. Barely any time to plan anything, barely any time to try to find the words that he’s been searching for for the past five weeks while he postpones Lizzie’s visits.

Scott’s been talking a lot lately about spontaneity.

Jimmy used to live his life based around spontaneity.

Maybe he can just . . . be spontaneous again. It’s been so long since he didn’t have a schedule (even if it wasn’t one that he planned out), so long since he just rolled with the punches.

Maybe this will be good for him.

-

Jimmy’s precisely thirty seconds into the barbeque and he knows it will not be good for him.

It’s being hosted in the Mad King’s backyard, just down the street, and he and Scott are early enough that they’re the second to arrive, just after Blossom.

“She’s usually on time to stuff,” Scott whispers to Jimmy as they help the Mad King—or, Joel—lug coolers out onto the patio. “Gem is too, but if she’s bringing fWhip along she’ll be late.”

Gem doesn’t arrive at six on the dot, so Jimmy assumes fWhip is coming along. Joy.

It’s not a large group that’s gathered in Joel’s backyard by the time a half hour has passed, but there are several unfamiliar faces—or, masks, rather. Scott mentions that they don’t necessarily all live here, but there are many upstart heroes in the city and inviting them to neighborhood events is a way to show that the city-sponsored ones recognize the good they do.

He mostly sticks to Scott’s side, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie, tugging at his mask every so often. It feels like everyone at the party is watching him, knows who he is. There’s no way they don’t recognize him. There’s no way they don’t see his hair combined with his frame and mask and see the Canary or Solidarity.

“Hi, Major’s roommate,” Blossom greets him cheerfully when he and Scott make their way to the drinks table. She’s getting herself some lemonade; Jimmy fills a red solo cup with water and holds onto it to try and stop his hands from shaking so much.

“Hey, Blossom,” Scott says for him, picking up a cherry tomato from the vegetable spread someone had brought and popping it into his mouth. “I’m not sure I ever thanked you for catching my shift last week. Did anyone give you any trouble?”

“Not at all! I think they knew that I was around, and I wasn’t playing games, Major,” Blossom teases. Scott scoffs.

“Yeah, right. More like they decided to go easy on you.”

“Hey, TJ, right?” someone says loudly from behind him. Jimmy jumps, spins around to be face-to-face with the Mad King, a mask crooked over his eyes and a plain apron thrown over his jeans and t-shirt.

“I—uh—”

The Mad King jerks his head toward the grill. “Don’t freak out or anything, just wanted to ask for some help.”

Jimmy glances at Scott, who gives him an encouraging nod, then follows, feeling almost as though the Mad King is leading him to the gallows.

Which is entirely overdramatic, especially since the man helped rescue him in the first place.

The Mad King hands Jimmy a pair of tongs and a plate of hot dogs, explains the segment of the grill he ought to put them on, and tells him when to rotate them, even as he seasons burgers already on the grill and flips them around. Jimmy’s not quite sure what’s happening—he’s never used a grill before, so he isn’t sure if Joel’s cooking is anything particularly talented, but he’s impressed at least.

“How’ve you been holding up?” The Mad King asks after a moment, voice low. Jimmy blinks.

“Um. I’m—well, I’m here?”

Joel snorts. “Yeah, I thought that was kind of weird, really. What’d Major have to do to convince you to come to the superhero barbecue?”

At some point while crossing the yard, Jimmy had set down his cup. He wishes that he still had it, so that both his hands could be occupied. Instead, he stuffs one in his hoodie pocket, and very carefully turns a hot dog with the other.

“I want to apologize,” he says eventually. “I—to the people who know who I am. S—Major said, like—like, Gem, and fWhip know? And maybe Pearl? But I don’t know . . . I don’t. . . .”

“Know how to, like, start a conversation like that?” Joel suggests, and Jimmy nods. Joel clicks his tongue. “Go for it blunt. ‘Hi, my name’s TJ, I beat you up a couple times. How ‘bout we let bygones be bygones, yeah?’ Like that.”

“Absolutely not,” Jimmy says instantly, horrified by the idea. “I can’t just—I need to do it right—”

“‘Hi, Gem, remember when I kidnapped you and submitted you to torture? That’s my bad. Want to play pin the tail on the donkey?’”

“Oh my gosh—”

“‘Oh, fWhip! Yeah, I’m the guy who broke your back. Good times. How’re the kids?’”

“You are something else,” Jimmy manages faintly, setting the tongs down to bury his face in his hands. “Does he really have kids? Did he really break his back?”

“Pretty sure he didn’t break his back, you know, but yeah, his back got broken. Not sure about the kids.”

“I’m never going to get through this,” Jimmy mutters, slightly hysterical. “I’m going to die here. I’m going to panic and break something and then Scott will send me away and—”

“Hey, hey, secret identities,” the Mad King chides. Jimmy presses his fingers into his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. After a moment, there’s a heavy pat-pat on his shoulder that he just barely doesn’t flinch away from.

“There, there,” Joel says awkwardly. It’s out-of-place enough that Jimmy laughs a bit, sucking in a long breath.

When he can, he lifts his face, picks the tongs back up, returns to watching the hot dogs cook. He glances around, checking to see if anyone’s watching. Everything’s going as normal, nobody seems to have noticed—even Scott, across the yard and lightyears away, is just laughing at some joke Pearl made.

“Sorry,” Jimmy says. Joel chuckles.

“How about you just start with apologizing to me?”

Well, the Mad King is on his apology list. But though he’d just been talking with him, though the conversation even seems almost friendly, Jimmy’s suddenly sweating from everywhere, heart jumping into his throat.

He has to do this.

“I’m—sorry,” he ekes out. He sets the tongs down, then doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and picks them back up. He avoids making eye contact with the Mad King. “For—for all the times I hurt you as the Canary. Or as Solidarity. I wasn’t—things weren’t going great. And also that time I hit you with a trash can.”

“Twice,” Joel points out.

Jimmy swallows. “Yeah. Twice.”

“Those are probably done, by the way,” Joel says, holding out the plate. Mechanically, Jimmy layers the hot dogs onto it.

“Honestly, TJ?” says Joel, flipping a burger and setting another one on the plate. “I’m really surprised you’re even here. It’s been, what—five weeks? Six? Since you got here?”

Jimmy nods.

“Right. Well, if I were you, I’d—I’d be bloomin’ terrified. I wouldn’t have even left my room. You just being here—even if you don’t talk to anyone else—that’s huge, in my opinion.”

Jimmy nods again, glances over to Scott, who is now alone. He starts to sidle away—he isn’t sure how to end conversations, really, he hasn’t had much practice and Scott never minds it when he just heads out to avoid the ending part, but Joel holds a hand out, offers him a small grin.

“And thanks. I accept your apology,” he says, before waving Jimmy on. “Go on, have a good time. Or don’t, more likely. At least eat something, yeah? Lizzie would kill me if she knew you weren’t eating.”

Jimmy doesn’t process that until he’s halfway across the yard, but when he does, he freezes in his tracks.

And it kind of makes sense, when he thinks about it. He’d witnessed the Mad King in battles teamed up with his sister, and they’d both gone with Scott to rescue him.

He tables that for a later date. Maybe Scott knows something about it. He doesn’t really want to strike up another conversation with the Mad King just to ask about it—as nice as he is, he is a little disconcerting.

Jimmy continues toward Scott, only to freeze again when someone taps him on the shoulder.

He spins around, and—fWhip.

fWhip offers him a toothy grin. “Hey, Major’s roommate, yeah? How long have you guys . . . you know. . . ?”

Jimmy stares back, mouth slightly agape. One of the people he definitely has to talk to, and the anxiety in his chest is bubbling up past boiling point.

fWhip’s grin fades. “Right. Um. Anyway, my sister and I—that is, Gem—we were wondering if we could chat with you for a quick minute? I promise we won’t keep you from Scott for very long.”

Which is an odd thing to say, but not exactly wrong. Jimmy thinks for a moment longer—for all he knows, they’ll lead him to a back alley somewhere and beat him up—but he’d deserve it, really, so he decides to go along.

Gem is waiting just inside the house, leaning against the kitchen counter. She smiles wryly, waves a little bit.

“Hi,” she greets him. “Are you still the Canary, or just Solidarity?”

Jimmy winces. “Er, neither,” he says stiltedly. “Just—just TJ. If that’s okay.”

“You weren’t mind-controlled, were you?” fWhip says bluntly. “The Mad King always said you weren’t. And—”

“TJ,” Gem interrupts. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. Mythics told us how badly you were hurting, and we never even noticed anything was wrong. It’s made me rethink my approach to being a hero. I want to help people, but I think I made things worse for you, and I’m sorry.”

Jimmy blinks. Tries to process that.

She’s apologizing to him? But—he doesn’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve it when he’s the one who hurt her over and over before he was even Xornoth’s, then kidnapped her and subjected her to torture.

His head feels a bit like it’s spinning.

“I mean, I’m not gonna apologize,” fWhip says, shrugging. “But no hard feelings, yeah? I think we’ve both been in some pretty bad situations recently. So yeah.”

Jimmy swallows a few times. At least fWhip hadn’t apologized, he’s not sure what he would’ve done if he had.

“I’m sorry, too,” he forces out. “I shouldn’t have—I hurt you, both of you, a lot. You didn’t do anything.”

“It’s fine,” Gem says at the same time that fWhip says, “Thanks for apologizing.” They exchange a look, then both turn back to Jimmy.

“I know Major pretty well,” Gem says. “I trust him to be a good judge of character. I look forward to getting to know you, TJ.” She smiles warmly, then slides past him and out the backdoor.

“I don’t really trust you,” fWhip says. “Or Major, really. But I trust Gem. So, just . . . glad you’re reforming and all that. See ya.”

And then Jimmy’s alone in the kitchen, and that hadn’t exactly gone as anticipated. It hadn’t gone at all like anticipated, actually.

He’s going to need a couple of days to come to terms with that.

Jimmy heads back out, making a beeline for Scott. This time, nobody pulls him aside, and he can get all the way to him with no issue. Scott raises an eyebrow, but Jimmy shakes his head, so Scott just points him to the grill.

“Go get something to eat, yeah? We can leave after that if you aren’t comfortable.”

Joel shoots him a grin when he takes a hot dog, and Gem passes him the mayo at the condiments table, and Blossom corners him by the chips to ask him if he and Scott have seen the latest episodes of some unknowable TV show (and when he says they haven’t, she gushes about it for a good ten minutes while he tries to eat, frequently giving him strange looks whenever she brings up the main character’s romance).

It’s a lot. It’s inevitable that something goes wrong—and it does, but nothing big, just Jimmy trips over a small crack in the patio that quickly becomes a very large crack as the corner of the paving splits off.

He looks over at Joel, who shrugs, then back to Scott, who calls out an apology to Joel. And that’s it. Joel turns back to his conversation with Pearl and that’s it.

For the first time that evening, the knot in Jimmy’s chest loosens a little bit.

And if he can handle this, then talking to Lizzie will be a piece of cake.

[emmettisqueer]

Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 is out

[dions-doomsday]

art dump part 1

hi im here from twitter dumping a bunch of old stuff lets get to it . i have no idea how to tag on here

December 2022 - January 2023

[siriannatan]

I found some, potentially spicy 🔥💥🔥, villain/hero prompts and now have thoughts... Villain fWhip thoughts that might need an outlet... But it's not certain 🤫

A completely unrelated thing:

"What was that?" Blaze asked as Canary tumbled to the ground. Unconscious. Everything around them ceased to shake dangerously.

"A simple tranquilizer bolt," Tinkerer was obvious enjoying himself. "He always gets in the way, and I have a question... Dungeon Master."

Tango didn't have to see his face, hidden under mask and googles to know he was smiling. "Bringing up someone's past is a low blow..." He huffed. His brain was going overtime trying to think up an escape route.

"No need to be so worried, your little secret is safe with me as long as you do a little, harmless favour for me... Keep Canary-Boy away from Major. Our little angel is mine to break, not his," the villain said and left. Tango didn't hear or see him leave but he knew he was gone. And that he had no choice but to do as he was asked. No one could know he used to be a villain. Least of all Jimmy...

[cooloperalawyerskeleton]

Voices! AU ||Midnight awakening

[razzle-zazzle]

Can we hear about your aus? They seem interesting!

Okay okay so. For the first AU, Woodland Stan. If you haven't watched s08e14 "Woodland Critter Christmas" and s18e06 "Freemium Isn't Free", go watch them, bc even if they're not the best South Park episodes out there they're so so funny to me & the basis for the Woodland Stan AU. And also "Woodland Critter Christmas" has a twist in it that's genuinely more fun to experience watching the episode than reading about it.

this got long so i'm putting it under the cut

See, in "Freemium Isn't Free", Stan is briefly (and consensually) possessed by Satan so Satan can go kick the Canadian Devil, Beelzeboot's, ass. And I know that technically the woodlnad critters don't actually exist in South Park, and come from a story Cartman wrote (and also appear in the Imagination Land trilogy), but they appear in The Fractured But Whole so I say they do exist and are just as demented as in TFBW. So in the Woodland Stan AU, they somehow find out or figure out or just in general catch wind of hwo Stan briefly gave his soul to Satan That One Time, and decide that that means they just gotta adopt him!

Which means Stan is kidnapped by a bunch of talking animals. Who then heavily dehumanize him (both in a "you are one of us and thus an animal" way and a "your thoughts and feelings and rights matter less than us wanting you to join us" way), in addition to exposing him to, and in some cases forcing him to engage with, all the violence and gore they normally get up to. It's basically a lot of whump, with emotional abuse and other trauma. Fun! Plus they kill Sparky and reanimate him as a hellhound when he tracks Stan's scent.

He does eventually get rescued, and has to slowly readjust to not being Stanny, to not living in the woods with a group of animals who both see him as one of their own and as a useful tool. There's so much more I could say about this AU with regards to how each critter interacts with Stan, or how characters back in South Park respond to the disappearance, or just Stan's trauma and response to it in general, but that would make this post too long. So moooooving on!

The second AU, which is called Guinea Possession AU, is based on the season twelve two-parter, episodes 10 & 11 "Pandemic" and "Pandemic II: The Startling". You know how the Guinea Pirate escaped prison at the end as an end-of-episode joke? And you know how Craig shot lasers from his eyes, and everyone commonly headcanons Craig as Peruvian due to the whole prophecy thing?

Yeah. Yeah you know where this is going. The Guinea Pirate returns, looking for revenge, and possesses Craig. This is both to get revenge and because those laser eyes weren't a one time thing. But before Cavisuwa can truly take advantage of the powers he's trying to activate (which. to make it more fun. is basically electrokinesis. but not very much because Craig is a fourth grader + hasn't done anything with them), Tweek figures out what's going on.

Where Woodland Stan's story takes place over at least a month, the Guinea Possession AU would take maybe two weeks at most, with most of the action happening right at the end. Tweek and a few other kids confront Cavisuwa, and through the wonderful power of Tweek Bros Coffee and a punch to the gut Tweek makes Craig vomit. Which exorcises Cavisuwa. Because this is South Park. Craig ignores everything Cavisuwa said about "godly powers" and goes on with his life and everything is fine.

Which leads me into the third AU. The Bad End AU. Wherein Stan goes missing thanks to the woodland critters. But before anyone can get to the bottom of things, Tweek starts freaking out. "Something's wrong with Craig!" He claims, "Because that's not him!" He is correct. Craig just got possessed!

Except... Clyde's sure he'd have noticed if something was up with his best friend. And everyone else is more concerned with the fact that Stan is missing. So Tweek confronts Cavisuwa alone. On the playground. To everyone else it looks like Tweek just started beating up his boyfriend out of nowhere, so they get pulled apart. Tweek goes back to the drawing board, and Cavisuwa..... okay look I love Tweek and I really want to involve him more heavily in this AU. But currently.. yeah he dies at the hands of Cavisuwa, who then goes on to cause a blackout, start destroying Peruvian pan flute music however and wherever he can. Giant guinea pigs and guinea bees and guinea rabbits and guineasaurus rexes start to come back, Cavisuwa takes over South Park,

and because everyone in South Park is preoccupied with Cavisuwa's rise to power, Stan never gets away from the woodland critters.

So the Bad End AU sees a world ruled by a possessed Craig, with a greasy animorphic demon lurking in the woods. There's also a resistance against Cavisuwa's "reign" lead by Kenny, Wendy, and formerly Kyle, giving me three major factions to work with. There's so much I can say about this AU, but again this post is supposed to just be the synopsis so yeah.

tl;dr Woodland Stan sees Stan kidnapped by the satanic woodland critters, Guinea Possession sees Craig possessed by the Guinea Pirate, and both of those AUs combined make the Bad End AU where, because nobody listened to Tweek, neither the possession nor the kidnapping get resolved.

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Hero, Villain God Santa Perla's interlude.

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*Pearl's pov*

It was six thousands years ago.

You walk through a field of flowers, child of abundance and farming, goddess of verdure and sunflowers... You step on muddy soil and revel in the sound of warm wind and brushing leaves. The birds sings and the warm light of the sun kisses your skin. You hear stories from other deities, that humans spent the last five millennias with minimal change and yet that now so much is starting to change in the mortal realm... that's why you, still only recently born, went to look for yourself.

You sit down in the middle of the field and take a more unassuming form, there is much you want to do and try but you decide to start easy, you walk towards the village in the shape of a merchant and bring with you vegetables and fruit to sell... They let you in and in return for the products you are traded meat and eggs and leather and a scruff looking mortal even gives you a cluster of copper metal, you have no need for it but you accept it and once you leave to go back to your domain at the end of the day you bring these gifts with you as if they were offerings.

You come back to the village in the same way the next week, then the next... You begin to grow close with the people who live in the settlement after talking to them again and again and after a few years of routine you begin to make your form look slightly older each time... After a few decades you become young again, introduce yourself as your own child and announce your own death... The surviving people of the village do a funeral rite for you and the older ones grieve you as a friend... Eventually the first ones you met all leave this plane and you welcome them with open arms before sending them and your well wishes to Lady Kristin.

The name of the village never mattered to you, in your mind you have always called it Helianta for...personal reasons...but in the end that wasn't what mattered.

It was five thousands years ago.

After a few centuries the village began to grow bigger, the fields more vibrant with your blessing, the people stronger as a result of good nutrition... The village becomes a city and they begin to mix clay and hay, to put into bricks and heat it in ovens for stronger and bigger structures. It grows and you are aware it isn't unique, you hear stories of lands between two rivers not far from here, soon you are one of many many many traders passing trough.

You are less close with the many many citiziens and eventually begin to wander more, explore more, you travel trough desert sands and frozen steppes and you walk and fly around the world. You see a lot of truly beautiful sights and gift new fruits and vegetables to the mortal that in those places live. Still, every few decades you check on that village, It's in a way nostalgia that brings you back or perhaps it is attachement to what it represents... It is hard to forget the place you first interacted with humans, your first try at interacting directly with the world... ... It is through that once village and now city that you first recognize how much you have still to learn.

The water dries and you put so much power into the soil to make plants keep growing, it works for a century and then the rain comes ... dirt becomes mud that forms avalanches and buries many.

The illness comes, the gift you gave them made them stronger but it also made them many and many made the sickness spread.

Then comes war...you weren't there for it, not until it was too late. Your actions had cursed them and you tried inaction instead.

It was four thousands, two hundred, forty three years ago.

There's nothing left...you kneel as once bustling roads are covered in debris and flames... nothing is left except for maybe Ruins.

You have nobody to mourn, not at this point, and if you did you know Lady Death would be kind to them... It hurts in a way that's new, you fell short and the smoking ruins in front of you are proof of that. You took this city under your wings and they were doomed by your inaction.

Yet there is acceptance that you were never going to be able to save them, if you did now it would have happened again in the future...You see it happen to the survivors, it takes them decades at most to turn on eachother and begin their own war. They don't learn from the destruction and it returns again and again.

You become distant, you fold in yourself, you undo your gift and the world suffers for it. You feel it as the fields die and societies fall because of your storming thoughts. The land between the rivers you once heard stories of becomes dry and so do many other of those you have visited. (After millennias they'll name it a great calamity, the 4.2 kiloyear event... You aren't proud of it.)

And as you continue tonretreat into your domain you begin to change....

It was little over three thousands years ago.

You wake up, you are different...you have changed, you have grown into something more. Power is wasted without a way to use it for good, you have learnt so trough failure.

You wanted to do more then just blessing their crops, you wanted to allow them to learn and improve and use their experiences to do better, to grow like the sprouts you generate, to grow and learn like you did. Someone gifted you with what you wanted all along, you have changed in a way you didn't know could be possible.

Goddess of verdure then goddess of sunflowers and now goddess of wisdom too.

You descend onto the Earth once more, you still bring with you green fields and plentyful harvests but now you bring another gift with you for mortals to cherish.

[willow505breaker]

I’m back! And with designs for my hero sheriff au!

I’m not happy with how fwhip looks but we ball

These are Jimmy and Fwhip’s hero and civilian designs. Curious why Fwhip can look human? It’s magic, I haven’t fully thought out how magic works in this au but I intend for disguise magic to be commonly used among hybrids like Fwhip who stands out a lot

On another note, I am making a google doc for this au that I will make public once I’ve got enough info down. Right now it’s just basic stuff like names, alias’s, powers, hybrid kind if any, and and if they are hero/villain/ect.

If you have any questions please ask, I would love to answer them. About this au or otherwise

[littledevilmobby]

something lgbt just happened to me (visibly shaken & covered in blood)

+version w/out text