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that-ghosts-art · 2 years

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The Other Way Chapter 14: The Portal

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The fading light filtered down through the thick layer of leaves. How long had they been out here, Dipper wondered, searching the forest for the way home.

It had been at least a few hours since Alcor had brought them to the forest surrounding Gravity Falls in search of the portal, and now here they sat infuriatingly close. Unfortunately there were also a bunch of heavily armed, multiverse hating cultists in the way that wanted to destroy his and Mabel’s home dimension, and probably them as well if what Alcor said was anything to go by.

If there was one thing Dipper was taking away from his little interdimensional ‘adventure,’ it was that there were cultists quite literally everywhere here.

The three humans were waiting in a small clearing while Alcor went ahead to get a feel for the situation, with Wren keeping an eye on the twins.

Dipper glared up at the dusken light from his spot sprawled out on the grass, letting out an annoyed huff. “If I never have to deal with another cult, it’ll be too soon,” he grumbled quietly, mindful of the headache that had stubbornly remained after his last attack. It was like the dull thumping of a heart, beating in time with the unknown force that resented his dual presence in this dimension. An ever present reminder of the time limit hanging over their heads.

Looking up from cleaning her strange looking gun Wren raised an eyebrow at the sulking pre-teen. “Another? How many cults have you two met?”

“This’ll be my second and bro-bro’s third since getting here,” Mabel said, before looking thoughtfully at nothing in particular, nothing that Dipper could see at least. “Though I guess all up it’d be third and fourth if we include that memory erasing one from back home,” she added, shrugging and looking up at the demon hunter with that characteristic Mabel smile, if a bit smaller than it usually was back home.

“Damn, that’s a lot of cults for four days.”

“Three actually, and that’s including today,” Dipper corrected, slowly sitting up.

“Crazy to think it’s only been three days, with everything that’s happened it feels like it’s been ages since we got here,” Mabel mused, and Dipper silently agreed.

Since first falling in that hidden portal and appearing in that alley they had been captured, saved by Alcor, played an, in hindsight, rather ridiculous amount of DDnMD, temporarily believed Alcor murdered a family and stole their home only to then discover that actually he was an alternate Dipper, leading to him, the original human Dipper to run off and get captured again, saved by Alcor again, learnt about Alcor’s past, and finally ended up in the Gravity Falls woods where they met Wren and located the portal home. Just one more obstacle to get past and this would all be over.

There was a small feeling that could only be described as a ‘blip’ and the trio looked up to see that Alcor had returned, face scrunched up in thought and feet decidedly off the ground.

Putting her weapon down Wren got up and approached the demon. “What’s the status Alcor? Will I be needing to help out?”

“Probably,” he admitted, absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck. “There's only nine cultists total, three guarding the perimeter, two by the portal itself and three more going over what looked like data they had collected.”

“But?” Mabel prompted from her spot on one of the larger rocks in the area, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

Alcor sighed, running a hand through his hair. “While normally I’d be able to handle these guys easily on my own, I need to focus and put my energy into making sure that the portal’s safe and will actually take you two where you need to go.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Dipper grumbled, scratching the back of his left hand as he layed back down. He’d found that lying down made the throbbing in his head easier to deal with.

“How do you know about these weirdos anyway?” Mabel asked.

“An older faction of them summoned me a couple hundred years ago in the hopes I would open a portal for them,” he answered, beginning to pace back and forth in a manner Dipper recognised as being not too dissimilar to his own habit. “Honestly I’m surprised they even still exist,” Alcor added, almost as an afterthought.

“So, did you?” Wren asked, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. “Open a portal for them?”

Alcor stopped mid - step? Dipper wasn’t sure if it counted as such given his feet remained hovering above the ground - and gave Wren a deadpan look. “If I couldn’t open a portal now for two kids I actually want to help what makes you think I could, or even would, for a bunch of nut jobs that think they’re capable of destroying other universes?”

She shrugged, quietly mumbling “fair point,” before returning to cleaning her gun.

“Hey, wait,” Dipper said, sitting up again, ignoring the dull protest from his head at the sudden movement. “If they already have access to the portal, you don’t think they already-“ Breathing suddenly became very difficult, panic filling his lungs with each attempt. Surely these people would not have the ability to do any damage to his and Mabel’s home, but paranoid ‘what if’s’ consumed Dipper’s thoughts like a virus.

Alcor was already shaking his head though, feet landing on the ground. “Oh no no no! I highly doubt they have the means to destroy an entire universe,” he interrupted, kneeling down and making abortive hand motions. “Maybe give a couple solar systems some strife but no actual danger. From what I saw it looked like they were probably still testing the portal out, seeing what they can do with it,” he added with what Dipper assumed Alcor thought was a comforting smile, but it was difficult to tell with his shark-like teeth.

“You think so?” Dipper asked, uncertain but wanting desperately to believe it.

“Of course!” Alcor said, standing up again.

“I mean, you say that but we don’t actually know how long they’ve had access to that thing,” Wren interjected, mostly focused on the last part of her gun that had yet to be cleaned.

Alcor glared at her, crossing his arms. “Hey! I’m trying to be reassuring here! And besides, last I checked they were all still mortals without universe destroying powers.”

“Yeah!” Mabel said with a chuckle. “They probably don’t even know how to go through the portal,” she snickered.

“Oh definitely not.”

The two started laughing, much to Dipper’s frustration.

“Okay that’s great and all,” he said, “but do you think we could maybe get back to figuring out what our plan is? It’s not like we can just wander out there with all those cultists around.”

“Right, yes, plan. You guys have any ideas?” Alcor asked, sobering up, hand moving up to rub his chin.

“Maybe I can go ahead,” Wren offered. “Distract them while you three get to the portal and do whatever it is you need to do,” she said, waving in Alcor’s direction.

“No, as good a fighter as you are, I don’t think you can take on nine destruction happy cultists all at once.”

“Try me!”

As the two bickered about the general usefulness of a single stun gun against nine cultists, all with significantly more deadly weaponry, Dipper realised focusing on what they were saying had suddenly become more difficult than it should have been. He ignored the feeling of pins and needles that had appeared in his left hand as he tried to focus through the headache on what Alcor was saying.

“I guess I could go ahead and deal with them all beforehand but-“

Alcor paused, probably in thought, but for half a second it looked as if he might have flinched. Dipper knew Alcor had said that his presence there would not have an affect on him, but perhaps-

Mabel’s gasp interrupted Dipper’s train of thought - it was probably nothing anyway -, and when he looked over to see what was wrong was met with her terrified face staring down at him.

“Dipper your hand!” she cried out and they all looked at it, only to find the tips of his fingers steadily fading away. Dully Dipper heard the frantic and panicked exclamations of the others, but all he could focus on was the pounding in his head as he stared in terrified silence at his vanishing hand.

With that realisation his headache decided now would be a good time to remind him why they could not take things slowly as the dull throbbing abruptly became a sharp pain that spread through his head and down his arm to the hand that was now barely there.

A quiet “oh,” was the only reaction Dipper could manage before he felt his vision fade.

Soon the only thing he was cognisant of was a ripping sensation, like the individual atoms in his arm were fighting to leave his body. His head felt as if it was being split in two, or perhaps merged into one? Afterall there were already two of him there. As it was, whatever thoughts he might have had were drowned out by the burning, the pulling, and the crushing feelings overcoming his every sensation.

When the feelings resided to a more bearable level Dipper saw Mabel, Alcor, and Wren hovering over him, fear, concern and panic clear on all their faces.

“That, was definitely worse than the last one,” Dipper croaked.

“Screw this, we need to go, now,” Alcor said, eyes dark and shoulders tense. “Wren we’ll go with your plan you go ahead to distract the cultists I’ll get these two to the portal and make sure they can pass through it safely. Let’s get moving people!”

As Mabel helped him up Dipper was dimly aware of Wren running ahead and Alcor gently ushering them forward. All Dipper could focus on though, was his left hand, and the pain emanating from it. Well, where his left hand had been.

What had vanished leading up to the attack had not returned with its passing. It had only gotten worse.

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Mabel, Dipper, and Alcor moved as silently and as carefully as they could towards the clearing that gradually came into view. Wren had already run ahead to distract the cultists, and Mabel could just see her in between the trees.

“It’ll come back, right?” Mabel heard her brother whisper, still staring at the slowly fading stump where his left hand had been not that long ago. It looked, Mabel thought, like someone was trying to erase him, and she could already see other small spots and pockets where Dipper was starting to fade away, tiny dust-like specks falling away from him. She felt the hole in her stomach fall deeper with each smudged spot she saw.

Alcor’s crouched form stopped as he looked over his shoulder at the two of them, his eyes screaming worry and fear, and not a small amount of tiredness. As Mabel looked at Alcor, her alternate brother, she wondered how true his claim was that he would be fine. Had he always looked that exhausted? Not to mention that odd little moment he had immediately before Dipper’s last attack.

“Of course!” he whispered with a soft smile. “I’m like, ninety nine percent certain it’ll all be okay.”

“But, not a hundred?”

Alcor’s smile became softer still, as he cautiously placed a hand on Dipper’s shoulder. “I’m sure that once you’re both back in your own dimension everything with right itself and it’ll be fine, there’s no reason for things to not fix themself as soon as you’re home,” he said, looking at Mabel as well. She appreciated the effort to comfort them both, and gave him a small smile of her own.

“Now,” he continued, “please stay quiet, we’re almost there, and we need to be ready to run as soon as Wren start’s distracting these guys.”

Mabel nodded her head, a look of steely determination falling on her face, and she could see out the corner of her eye Dipper doing the same.

The trio stopped just shy of entering the clearing itself, staying just out of sight. Mabel could see five cultists from their hiding spot, but knew the other four must have been somewhere nearby. They hardly mattered though, because across the clearing, barely any distance at all, all things considered, the shimmering light from the portal was winking at her.

They were so close, after all this time finally seeing their ticket home was a welcome sight.

The large guns were significantly less welcoming.

They waited in nervous silence for Wren to make her move. Fortunately they did not have to sit there long, as less than a minute later she burst through the trees on the opposite side of the clearing, screaming and firing her weapon at the cultists, bursts of sparkling blue light knocking down three of them before the rest could react. The last of the nine cultists appeared as they all started firing at Wren, the tallest of the group barking orders at the others to get her.

In that moment of confusion Alcor started making his way to the portal, Dipper and Mabel following closely behind, staying quiet as they moved swiftly across the clearing. Before they could make it halfway though, Mabel heard a pained gasp behind her, turning just in time to see her brother collapse once more, almost his entire left arm already gone from view.

Panic flooded her system and froze her in place. “Dipper!” she called out, getting Alcor’s attention. He was by Dipper’s side in the blink of an eye, carefully picking him up and making his way to the portal.

Mabel forced her body to unfreeze - Dipper would be okay, as soon as they went through that portal it would all be okay, it had to be okay, he had to be okay - and followed behind at a slower pace, her legs shaking far too much to go any faster without falling over herself.

She could hear the blood pumping through her ears, the sound rising and she pushed forward, eyes darting quickly between their last hope and what little of her brother Mabel could see from behind Alcor. ‘Everything will be okay, everything will be alright, everything will be fine’ she thought to herself, a mantra she refused to let wander to the terrifying ‘what if’s’ that lurked on the edge of her mind.

Ahead of her she saw Alcor reach the portal, gently placing Dipper down before bringing all his attention to their only hope of returning home.

The sight helped Mabel to push past those stupid doubts and began to move faster as her legs began to feel more solid and less like her special brand of Mabel Pasta™ (like regular pasta but with more glitter and rainbow coloured yarn) when a rough hand grabbed her right arm.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” the cultist grumbled, their grip tightening.

Mabel’s eyes widened, her throat closing up, and sweat beading down her face. As the looming cultist yanked her closer to them, a knife glinting in their other hand, Mabel’s mind went blank, instinctive fear freezing her in place.

This could not be happening, she was supposed to go to the portal and stay by her brothers side and go home and this was not the plan this was not the plan what was she supposed to do she didn’t have her grappling hook as it was back home she didn’t have anything she could use to fight back she-

“MABEL!” That was Dipper’s voice, he must have woken up from his attack and she tried to force herself to focus on him but all Mabel’s panicked mind let her fixate on was the large hand holding her arm, and the shimmering knife that got closer and closer with each frantic heartbeat.

Suddenly an angry scream drew the cultists attention away from Mabel, the hypnotising knife pulling away it time for her to see Wren running up to them. Before Mabel - or it would seem the cultist - could realise what was happening, Wren punched them in the face, startling them enough to let go, Mabel stumbling to the ground in awe.

“Hands off!” Wren yelled as the two began fighting.

Alcor appeared at her side, his wings curling up protectively around her as he picked Mabel up and brought her over to Dipper and the portal.

“Are you okay?!” Alcor and Dipper asked in unison, bringing a smile to Mabel’s lips.

“Y-yeah I’m good,” she stuttered. “Let’s get this thing going!”

“Right!” Alcor said, concerned eyes lingering on her for a moment before returning his attention to the portal.

His hands moved over it methodically, his fingers twitching as if playing the harp, small wisps of blue flame dancing around them. A frown began to form on his face the longer he worked, his eyebrows coming together and nose scrunching up.

Mabel could see Dipper open his mouth, she imagined to ask what was wrong, but before he could a startled shout from Wren grabbed all their attention.

“Look out!”

Running their way was another cultist and surely, surely, there were not that many left.

Yelping Mabel jumped out of their path, seeing Alcor grab Dipper and jump out the way himself just in time for the cultist to skid through the portal, their angry cry cut short.

“Is that going to be a problem?!” Dipper shrieked, the three of them staring wide eyed at the portal.

“No, you won’t have to worry about them,” Alcor said, letting go of Dipper’s shoulders.

“Cause it’s connected to a different dimension now?” Mabel asked.

“Ehhhhhhh.”

“R-right?”

Alcor averted his gaze, scratching the back of his head as he seemed to look anywhere but the two of them. “Uhhh, yeah yeah totally!” he said, moving back to his previous position in front of the portal, hands starting to work again. “And definitely not because this thing currently has the same internal structure of a blackhole and ripped their fragile fleshy body into a million exponentially smaller pieces,” he muttered and wait what? That could not be right. Looking at the odd expression on Alcor’s face, Mabel figured it was probably for the best if she pretended she did not just hear that.

“What was that?” Dipper asked.

“Nothing!” Alcor said with a wonky smile. “Time to make sure this thing will, safely, get you guys back to your dimension.”

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It had not taken too long for Wren to dispatch the rest of the cultists after that. Alcor watched out of the corner of his eye as she tied up the last one before wandering over to the three of them huddled around the portal.

It was wider now, almost circular in shape, with a near hypnotic swirl of rainbow colours slowly spinning around its edge.

“Are you sure that’s safe now?” Wren asked, eyeing the portal with distrust.

“Oh definitely,” Alcor said, sticking his arm through it as if to prove so before pulling it back out.

“I realise given my powers that probably didn’t actually prove anything but I promise it’s perfectly safe now,” he added, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head with the same arm.

Mabel could not help but laugh at his sincere awkwardness. To think Alcor being an alternate Dipper had been a surprise when they first found out. She couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at the absurdity of that.

“So this is really happening? Can we really go home now?” she asked, the hope that filled her heart making her small smile grow ever larger.

“Is this actually it?” Dipper added, a cautious hope of his own seeping into his voice.

Alcor merely smiled and stepped aside, moving his arms as if presenting the portal to the both of them. “You guys ready to leave this dimension and finally go home?” he asked with a dramatic flourish.

“Yes!” the twins cheered in unison, making the two adults laugh.

“Good luck you two,” Wren said. “I still don’t a hundred percent understand what exactly is going on with all this but I’m glad I could help out. Here’s hoping Alcor isn’t lying about you getting better when you go through that thing.”

“Hey! I would never!” Alcor protested, much to everyone else's amusement.

“Thank you, both of you,” Dipper said, looking up at Alcor, tired and tentatively optimistic eyes meeting human ones, before sharing a small smile.

“Yeah! We couldn’t have done this without your help,” Mabel added, her smile the brightest it had been since this whole ordeal had started.

Alcor let out a small chuckle. “Well I’m happy to have helped, and all things considered it was nice meeting you guys,” he said, ruffling Mabel's hair.

“You too!”

“I guess you weren’t that bad, in the end,” Dipper mumbled with a smile.

At that they all laughed, enjoying the moment.

The twins stood before the portal and gave each other a smile.

“Ready?” Dipper asked.

“As I’ll ever be!”

With one final wave goodbye, Dipper and Mabel stepped through the portal.

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Bright sunlight shone overhead, its light sprinkled over the forest floor through thick leaves, the subtle glow from the thin sliver of torn reality mixing with it. The portal rippled, suddenly growing wider as two small forms stumbled through, collapsing next to each other.

Mabel instantly jumped up, looking at her familiar surroundings, the same trees and rocks she had seen just days before. The deep pit that had previously settled in her stomach dissolving instantly with the growing sense of recognition, her true smile finally returning.

Dipper watched as his arm and hand rapidly returned, flexing his fingers as they re-materialised. He looked up at his sister who’s smile said it all.

“We’re finally home,” Dipper said, the realisation truly setting in as he spoke.

The two began rushing in the direction they remembered the Mystery Shack to be in, neither able to stop the smiles from pulling at their cheeks, not that they would have cared too. As their home away from home came into view, they knew it really was all going to be alright.

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A/N OH MY GOD I FINALLY FINISHED!!!! After almost THREE YEARS I can FINALLY say I've finished the Other Way :D Thank you everyone who decided to give my little fic a read and an especially big thank you to all of you who commented I love each and every one of you SO MUCH!! I can't promise I'll write anything after this cause if I've learnt one thing from my experience writing this it's that I do not have the patients to be an author haha, but who knows maybe in three years from now I'll appear out of the void and share something new ^-^ (but probably nothing with more than one chapter, at least for now, I've learnt my lesson haha)

Thank you all so much seriously if it weren't for all of you this thing would not exist and despite it's flaws and a chronic lack of proper editing or proofreading I'm really proud of what I achieved, so I truly cannot thank you all enough ^-^

#transcendence au #reverse transdimensional au arc #gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #alcor #fanfic #the other way #IT'S FINALLY FINISHED #Oh god I just looked at the post for the previous chapter and I joked about the next chapter taking 8 months #oh foolish me for thinking that was a long time #meanwhile 3 years later xD #If you're new the rest of the chapters are on AO3 under thatdisastrousfangirl #and on my now abandoned writing blog thatdisastrousfangirl-writes #both of which I have linked above :3

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peanut-tyrug · 1 year

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DS Fanfic: Finding Together

It seems the Survivors have found more campmates to add to their band against the Constant…

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Consider this a sequel to a previous fic of mine: “Banding Together”. Go read that if you’d like :)

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TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains mentions of death, a ghost, and Coulrophobia, or the fear of clowns. If you’re not comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

All is well among the camp. Everyone is doing their own little thing. Winona is working on a gadget of hers, while WX reluctantly helps. Wickerbottom is organizing her books. Maxwell was sulking somewhere, fiddling with the Codex. Wolfgang is training in his mighty gym, with Wigfrid and Wes cheering him on nearby. Woodie is in a nearby forest collecting firewood. Webber was sitting in front of the unlit fire pit by himself. Wendy wasn’t with him.

Wilson, Willow, and Wendy had left camp to go on a hunt. Wendy only tagging along because she and Abigail had been practicing combat with Wigfrid and they wanted to test their skills.

Webber sits alone, pouting a bit.

Winona looks up from her work to see the poor spider child. Her brows furrow. “Hey, WX.” She begins.

“WHAT.” They respond, annoyed.

“I’m gonna go help out the kid. Stay put. Do. Not. Break. My things. You hear me?” Winona asks in an orderly and stern tone.

WX looks over to the gadget Winona had been working on. They’d love to make Winona mad, but they’d never harm another of their kind.

“…FINE.” They say. “FOR MY BRETHREN.”

Winona nods confidently. She heads off over to Webber.

“Hey, little guy! What’s got'cha down in the dumps?” Says an approaching Winona.

Webber turns his head over to Winona as she sits down next to him. “…It’s Wendy. We’re worried about her. What if she gets hurt?” Webber says with worry in his voice.

“She may look dainty, but I’ve seen her fight! We all have! She’s got guts. So does Abigail. I’m sure Wendy will be just fine! Don’t worry your little noggin!” Says Winona confidently.

Webber smiles a bit. “…Yeah! Wendy’s tough! She can handle anything!” He says as he punches the air.

Winona chuckles a bit. “Yeah. Let’s hope the others come back safely too.”

Just as Winona says that, Willow and Wendy come through the camp’s entrance. Webber sees a slightly bruised, but still alive, Wendy. He runs over to her and hugs her tightly.

“Wendy! You’re okay! We were worried about you! And hi Ms. Willow!” Says Webber excitedly. “Where’s Mr. Wilson?” He asks Willow.

“Goober died.” Says Willow in a stern yet annoyed tone.

“He could not escape Death’s clutches. I am not surprised.” Says Wendy.

“Hah!” Winona cackles from afar. “Of course that egg-head died.”

“Stop saying that!” Says Webber, upset. “We need to bring him back!”

“We will.” Says Willow. “We just need a heart.”

“There should be some grass and spider glands in a chest somewhere. I’ll help ya find Wilson.” Says an approaching Winona. “Can’t wait to laugh at him.” She says to herself teasingly.

“Good. The sooner we find him, the earlier we’ll be able to bring him to Wigfrid to retake fighting class.” Says Willow, a tad teasingly. “Now let’s go make that heart.” She walks over to where the chests are, with the other three Survivors following her.

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Wilson, now a ghost, floats in the small clearing where he died, as Willow had told him to do. He’s flying above his corpse. Wilson can’t help but cringe at it. He thought he knew what he was doing!

And by the looks of it, he didn’t.

He wallows while he waits for his fellow Survivors to come back with a heart.

As he waits, bored out of his mind, rustling can be heard from a nearby patch of bushes.

Another creature? Possibly Willow messing with him?

Wilson slowly floats over to the patch of bushes, as if he’d get hurt anymore than he already had been. He peeks inside one of the bushes carefully.

Suddenly, something pops out from the bush.

An… imp…?

The imp had red fur and a long pair of jagged horns. It also bears a long red tail with a tuft of fur at it’s end.

The creature looks at Wilson in a way any Survivor would recognize as a desire to satisfy one’s hunger.

“Ooo! Lunch is here!” The imp says excitedly.

Wilson’s eyes widen and his brows furrow. He quickly moves back. “OoOOoooO!?” He shouts in ghost.

The imp then attempts to grab Wilson, but he evades the imp’s move. Wilson then charges past the imp into the forest behind the patch.

“Oh! A game you say? Then let us play! Hyuyu!” The imp giggles. He chases after Wilson’s ghost.

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Wilson hovers through the trees, not exactly sure of where he is. The imp is still hot on Wilson’s tail. With each turn, Wilson barely avoids the imp’s attempts to catch Wilson in his grasp.

Wilson then gets an idea.

He stops in a clearing and submerges himself into the ground. A full proof hiding spot.

The imp then stops once he realizes Wilson has disappeared. He looks around. “Come out, come out! Where ever you may be about?” He continues to speak in limericks.

Wilson stays underground, not daring to move up.

From within the soil, Wilson can feel the ground rumbling. It’s rhythmic, like something is stomping. Stomping very quickly. It was mid Autumn. Bearger wouldn’t be popping up for awhile. Whatever was stomping didn’t sound nor feel very big either.

A thought of what this creature could be then crossed his mind.

…The Werebeaver…?

On the surface, Woodie appears, although he has seemed to have transformed into the Werebeaver again. He sometimes gets carried away while chopping trees, much to Lucy’s dismay.

The Werebeaver keeps a firm stance, likely preparing to fight the imp. Woodie had possibly seen Wilson getting chased.

“Oooo!” The imp squeals a bit. “And who might you be?”

The Werebeaver prepares to attack the imp. He dashes forward and smacks the imp with his tail. The imp get smacked back into a nearby tree. His back hits the bark hard. He falls on his bottom, eyes wide and mouth agape. He wasn’t expecting to be attacked. He quickly puts his hands up, as if to defend himself. “I meant no harm, dear creature!” He pleas.

Wilson peeks his head from the ground. He watches as the Werebeaver creeps up to the imp.

“Woodie!” A nearby voice shouts.

The imp, Werebeaver, and specter turn back to see Willow standing front and center with a Telltale Heart in her hand. Winona, Wendy, and Webber are at her sides. “What’s going on here!? Where’s Wilson!?”

Wilson cautiously floats out of the ground and toward the four Survivors. The imp tries to run toward the specter, but the Werebeaver grabs and restrains him.

“Hah! Look at ya!” Winona teases Wilson. “I knew you wouldn’t last!”

“OOoooOooO!!” Wilson retorts back. No one can understand him, but they get what he’s trying to say.

“Heh, okay. I’m just pushin' your buttons.” Says Winona.

“Hold still.” Says Willow.

The heart floats into the air. Wilson’s ghostly form begins to flicker. His limbs reform and his fleshy body returns. He puts his hands to his knees and begins steadying his breath.

“I thought I told you to stay by your body!” Willow says sharply.

The four other Survivors look over to the Werebeaver and imp. “What happened here, bud?” Winona asks.

“Who is the demon?” Wendy asks.

Wilson then stands up straight and inhales deeply. He points over to the imp in the Werebeaver’s grasp. “THAT CREATURE— HE WANTED TO EAT MY SOUL!!”

“What!?” Willow shouts sharply.

Just as Willow shouts, Woodie’s form begins to contort. He quickly changes back into his human form. The imp is able to escape Woodie and rush toward the other Survivors. Woodie stays on the ground, tired.

As the imp approaches the Survivors, Wilson looks back and yelps. Webber quickly steps in front of Wilson as the imp approaches. “Stay away from Mr. Wilson!!”

The imp moves back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I meant no harm!” He says apologetically. “…I was hungry… I got carried away.” He says pathetically.

“How can I believe that when you were CHASING ME!?” Wilson asks sharply. “AND YOU WERE JUST HUNGRY!?”

“Spirits and specters are all I can digest!” The imp says. “I thought our chase was a game! I didn’t know our ideals weren’t the same!”

“YOU THOUGHT MY GENUINE FEAR WAS A GAME!?” Wilson shouts at the imp. The imp moves back a bit.

“I did not know! I knew not! I knew not of your distress! I meant no harm!” The imp pleas.

“Maybe you should’ve thought twice!” Says Wilson.

“Calm down, Wilson.” Says Winona. “He seems genuine.”

“Oh, I am, I am!” Says the imp. “I apologize!” Just as he says that, Woodie grabs onto the imp by the waist.

“YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY BUDDY!” Woodie shouts.

“Let 'em go, Woodie!” Says Winona. “He’s a good guy. He won’t hurt us.”

“What’re you on aboot, eh!?” Woodie shouts. “He was goin' after Wilson!”

“I meant no harm! I swear, I swear!” The imp pleas.

“Just let him go, man.” Says Winona.

Woodie’s brows furrow and he reluctantly lets the imp go. The imp cowers a bit.

Wilson sighs. “Let’s just… head back to camp and pretend this never happened.”

Just as each of them begin to walk out of the clearing, the imp speaks up.

“Camp?” He asks.

Each of the Survivors turn back to face the imp. Willow speaks up. “…What about it?”

The imp pauses. After a bit, he speaks again. “…I’ve been alone for quite some time. It’s a been some time since I’ve had company.” He says, not really even trying to rhyme, yet still having whimsy in his voice. “I lost my company long ago… could I be allowed among you, walking to and fro? How I promise I won’t hurt you and your kin. I promise, I promise.”

“…You promise?” Asks Webber.

“Yes, yes!” The imp responds. “Will you take my request?”

“Do you swear not to eat our souls?” Wilson asks.

“Indeed, indeed! I will try my bestest!” He says.

Wilson’s brows furrow at the imp’s uncertainty. Maybe the Survivors can help him with his cravings? He could just eat the souls of mobs couldn’t he? The Survivors look at each other. They huddle. They whisper to one another. The imp nervously watches. The five of them eventually separate.

“…We accept your request.” Says Wilson. “What is your name by the way?”

The imp smiles. “Oh! Hyuyu! My name be Wortox, a pleasure to meet you!” Wortox bows a bit.

Wilson smiles a bit. “A pleasure to meet you too, Wortox. I am Wilson. Wilson Percival Higgsbury.” He puts out a hand for Wortox to shake.

Wortox’s smile fades. “…Oh, I don’t like hand holding much.”

“Oh, sorry.” Says Wilson.

“Oh, it’s fine, fine.” Says Wortox.

Wilson smiles. “My companions here can introduce themselves to you on our way back to camp.”

“Oh, how holly! How jolly! Hyuyu!” Wortox says excitedly.

The six of them proceed to walk back to camp, Wilson leading the way. As Wilson is leading, and also not really paying attention, Wortox walks in front of Wilson and trips him up. Wilson stumbles. Wortox walks forward. Wilson grumbles. Winona walks to Wilson’s side. “He’s prolly just playin' around.”

Wortox looks back. “Indeed, indeed! I have no malicious need! I only have tricks up my sleeve! Hyuyu!” He says in a giddy tone.

Although Wilson is a tad disgruntled by Wortox’s actions, he’s aware he doesn’t mean to be mean. A small smirk appears on Wilson’s face.

—

It’s night time, the full moon is up. Wilson walks through a small field, hambat in hand, thinking about the recent encounter he and his campmates had.

It had been awhile since Wortox had entered the camp. It took a bit for everyone to adjust, but they eventually warmed up to the imp.

Wilson wonders if he and his campmates will come across anyone new in coming time.

Suddenly, a familiar barking can be heard.

Wilson is taken out of his world of thought as he sees a hound quickly approach. He puts his hambat in front of him.

The creature doesn’t go for him however.

The hound gnaws on Wilson’s hambat.

“Wha—? Let go of that!” Says Wilson. He begins to tug on the hambat to retrieve it from the hound.

Suddenly, a whistling sound can be heard.

It sounds as if it’s approaching from the sky.

Wilson and the hound look up to the sky to see a piece of the moon falling to the ground.

Wilson lets go of the hambat and watches the scene, mouth agape. The hound keeps the hambat in it’s mouth.

The moon piece then falls into the ocean near where Wilson was. A large wave is created by the impact.

And it’s quickly approaching the shore.

Wilson’s mouth shuts closed. He and the hound try to evade the wave, but to no avail. The wave quickly envelops both Wilson and the hound.

Everything goes dark and quiet.

…

Wilson suddenly wakes up. He lifts himself up and begins breathing quickly. He slowly begins to calm down. He then notices how soaked he’s gotten.

“Fair scientist! Art thöu alright!?” A familiar voice calls from nearby.

Wilson looks to his right to see Wigfrid and Winona rushing toward him. They come to his sides and help him up.

“What happened!? How in the world did you get so soaked!?” Winona asks.

“A… piece of the moon…” Says Wilson, still catching his breath. “A piece of the moon fell into the ocean… a big wave came by and… now I’m all wet!” Wilson says that last part in a whining tone.

“A piece öf the möön!?” Wigfrid shouts. “What hath caused this sörcery!?”

“I don’t know…” Says Wilson.

“Maybe we’ll figure that out if we can find that piece.” Says Winona.

“If it formed an island, possibly.” Says Wilson. “The moon is huge on it’s own. I’d imagine a piece of it could make up an entire island.”

“What’re we waiting for then?” Says Winona. She looks to Wilson. “Let’s get you dried up first. Then, it’s sailin' time.”

Wilson and Wigfrid nod. The three of them rush back to camp.

—

Wilson, Winona, and Wigfrid have set out from their mainland in search of the fallen moon piece, or as they had named it, the Lunar Island.

Wilson steers the boat as Wigfrid and Winona paddle the boat forward.

The current is low and gentle. The boat rocks a bit with the current, it’s paddlers keeping it steady.

Wilson keeps watch for any sign of the Lunar Island, his eyes gazing out into the foggy and dark horizon.

As they move further down the gray ocean, Wilson spots something in the distance.

Forms that resemble some kind of tree.

Wilson’s eyes widen. He points toward the distant land. “Land ho!” He shouts.

Winona and Wigfrid quicken their paddling. The boat begins to quickly approach the land. It’s surface becomes more clear as they approach.

The paddling women slow their motions as they approach the islands shore. The boat stops against the land’s edge. The three Survivors step off their boat and soak in the area.

The surface has moon craters sprinkled throughout. Mostly barren trees with small flowers lay about, a few cobwebs having been spun by the bottoms of their trunks. Around the area are a few crystal formations in the color of turquoise.

“Get a load of this place.” Says Winona, astonished.

“Such a sight this be!” Wigfrid declares.

“Keep your guard up.” Says Wilson. “Who knows what hostile creatures could be lurking here. Ready yourselves.”

The three Survivors take out their weapons of choice and tread the area carefully, prepared for any threat that may be lurking.

—

They’ve been treading for hours. The island is awfully quiet. Too quiet. It’s as if every dangerous creature here was hiding somewhere, waiting to attack.

Or most of whatever was here had already been killed off.

“You’d think there'd be more monsters around.” Says Winona.

“They could be hiding anywhere.” Says Wilson. “Keep your guard up.”

“Let us pray that you don’t die again.” Winona says teasingly.

Wilson doesn’t respond. He only rolls his eyes. Winona can feel his eyes rolling in their sockets. She smirks a bit.

“These demöns cöuld be sulking in the shadöws, right under öur prying eyes…” Says Wigfrid dramatically. “SHÖW YOURSELVES FÖUL BEASTS OF THE MÖÖN!!”

Just as Wigfrid ends her lines, a being looking to be made of light appears next to her. She looks to her side a yelps. “AH!! A CREATURE!!” She shouts. She lifts up her spear and sneers.

“Wait!” Says Winona. “…I think they’re friendly.”

The light creature only looks at the Survivors blankly. It doesn’t really have a face, just a head and a body.

Suddenly, multiple copies of these creatures surround the three of them.

Wilson looks at the creatures intently. “I wonder what these beings are…”

“They… look like they’ve seen my sister…” Says Winona, sounding as if she’s in a trance.

She walks up to one of beings, her eyes blank and brows furrowed in sadness. “…Have you… seen my sister…?”

The being looks at her.

It then proceeds to faze through Winona’s body.

She quivers a bit before falling to ground unconscious.

“Dearest Winöna!!” Wigfrid shouts. She runs to her side and attempts to wake her, but to no avail. “Fair scientist—!” She looks over to Wilson, only to see that he has also fallen unconscious.

Wigfrid rises and readies her spear. She sneers. “Fear me, föul creatures! För I shall avenge my fallen friends!!” As she stops talking, another light being hovers behind her and fazes through her back. She quivers and falls to the ground unconscious.

The light beings only look at the fallen Survivors blankly. They don’t leave nor interact with the bodies.

They just stand there.

Leaving the island quiet and desolate…

—

Wilson begins to slowly come to. He slowly opens his eyes and groans a bit. He gradually rises and rubs his eyes. He looks around.

He sees Winona and Wigfrid sleeping on bed rolls.

Wilson looks down and notices he’s also on a bed roll. He looks around the area and notices that they aren’t in the same area they were in when they arrived there.

…Had someone moved them here…?

“Friend okay?” Says a soft voice coming from Wilson’s right.

Wilson looks over to his right to see a very peculiar and unfamiliar face.

The person has green skin that had a texture that resembles some kind of tree bark. Their eyes a seemingly soulless white void. Their head extends into a tipped shape with a leaf at it’s end. It’s body appears to made of the same material as it’s head. Leaves at it’s shoulders and for it’s hands and feet. The most intriguing part about the new person seems to be the large green gemstone inside their body.

Wilson yelps. “AAAHH!!!”

“AAAHH!!!” The face shouts back, appearing to be copying Wilson.

Wilson stares at the face terribly confused, not even able to form a sentence. This is a plant right? How in the world can it speak?

“Wormwood, mon ami! Is everything alright over here?” Says an approaching voice.

The new face and Wilson look back to see a more human-like person approach.

The man had an afro that was tied up into a bun. He wore a light blue sleeveless jacket and white undershirt. He’s also wearing black pants and boots. He’s holding a few platters with food on them.

“Ah! Friend Warly! Crazy hair man is awake!” Says the plant.

“Heh. I see that.” Says the man.

Wilson stares blankly.

Suddenly, rustling can be heard from nearby. Winona and Wigfrid have woken up.

“Ow… what happened?” Asks Winona.

“Agh… whö dares hurt me sö…?” Says Wigfrid, rubbing her head.

“Mon dieu, you poor things…” says the man. “I’m sorry.”

Wilson looks over to the man. “Sorry for what?”

“My friend and I saw you on the ground unconscious.” The man responds.

“We worry new friends were hurt.” Says the plant.

“We decided it was best to bring you all to our camp.” Says the man. “Have you all been here long?”

Wilson thinks about the question before answering. “…We’ve been on this island for a bit, but we’ve been in this world for longer. What about you two?”

The man thinks for a bit. “Oh my, I’ve been on this island for awhile now… my companion has been here for awhile too. We met each other here. I’m very glad to have company here. “He smiles a bit

“I’m glad I found new friend!” Says the plant, looking toward the man. The man smile doesn’t fade.

“What is your name, Monsieur?” Asks the man, looking to Wilson. “I am Warly. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier.”

“I am Wilson. Wilson Percival Higgsbury. It’s a pleasure to meet you Warly. And you’re fine.” Wilson smiles a bit. “And who is your friend?”

“I am Wormwood!” Wormwood says excitedly. “Hello friend Wilson!”

Wilson giggles a bit. “A pleasure to meet you Wormwood.”

Wormwood then looks over to the other Survivors sitting on their bedrolls. He points at them. “Who are they? They friends too?”

“I’m Winona!” Says Winona, looking over to Wormwood. “Nice to meet ya!”

“I am Wigfrid. A great pleasure tö meet yöu böth.” Says Wigfrid. She bows her body a bit.

“A pleasure to meet you all. You all must be hungry.” Says Warly. “I’ve prepared you all some dishes!” He says excitedly. He sets the platters down. The three is them begin chowing down. Wormwood watches Wilson as he eats. He’s a little perturbed by it, but doesn’t press on it.

Warly sits down in front of Wilson. “Where did you all come from? Are their other pieces of land here?” He asks.

“Oh, indeed there are.” Says Wilson. “My companions and I have a camp back on our home island. We have many others with us.”

Warly’s eyes widen a bit. “Mon dieu, there are other people out here!?”

Wilson nods.

“More friends?” Asks Wormwood. Wilson nods again.

“Can we go to camp with you?” Asks Wormwood.

Wilson looks over to Wormwood. “We don’t mind. We could always use more hands.” He says.

“The camp could use a cook too. This is some good stuff Warly!” Says Winona.

Warly looks over to Winona and smiles a bit. “Why, thank you Mme. Winona. I appreciate your words.”

“Don’t mention it.” Says Winona.

“Would you like to join us, Warly?” Wilson asks.

Warly looks over to Wilson. “Oh, yes, I would. I would love to meet the people of your camp.” He says smiling softly.

“It’s settled then!” Says Wilson. “We can all look around the island a bit more and gather some resources. Then you both can pack and we’ll be on our way!”

“Sure, I don’t mind helping.” Says Warly.

“Yay!” Wormwood cheers. “New friends!”

Warly chuckles. “Exactly, mon ami.”

Wilson can’t help but smile.

Once Wilson, Winona, and Wigfrid finish eating, the five of them set off to search for any resources Wilson’s camp may need or want. Once their search is finished, Warly and Wormwood pack up and head to Wilson’s boat. They begin to set sail back to camp.

—

It’s late Autumn now. It’s been a few weeks since Warly and Wormwood had entered the Survivors’ camp. Warly got along well with everyone, Wes especially. Everyone got along with Wormwood as well, everyone but WX unfortunately.

Now that it was late Autumn, Hallowed Nights was finally approaching.

A few Survivors, namely Wickerbottom, Wendy, Webber, WX, Wolfgang, and Maxwell, had all went out to a more docile part of a Merm village to get out of camp and celebrate Hallowed Nights.

WX, Wolfgang, and Maxwell didn’t really want to be there, but they couldn’t exactly argue with anyone.

“C'mon WX! Live a little!” Winona had said.

“It will help with yöur bravery, dearest Ströngman!” Wigfrid had said.

“What are you? Chicken? BA-GAWK! BA-GAWK!!” Wilson had teased, pretending as if he was a chicken.

Each of them walk through the quiet village. Maxwell is surprised there aren’t any Merms around.

Wickerbottom stops the group and builds a small camp fire. She places a few logs around the camp fire for each of them to sit on.

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS.” Says WX. “WHY MUST HUMAN ACTIVITIES REFLECT THEIR LOW INTELLIGENCE. IT’S STUPID.”

“Hm. It seems I sort of agree with you.” Says Maxwell. “We have finally reached a consensus on something for once.”

“I WISH I COULD FIND SOMETHING TO ARGUE WITH YOU ABOUT.” Says WX.

“Hallowed Nights isn’t stupid!” Webber argues. “It’s fun!”

“Is spooky!” Says Wolfgang, trembling a bit.

“It is an odd tradition… yet fun.” Says Wendy.

“See? Wendy gets it!” Says Webber.

“Settle down, everyone!” Says Wickerbottom. “Let us celebrate Hallowed Nights with my own chilling tales!” She chuckles a bit.

Webber excitedly sits on a log, Wendy sits next to him. Wolfgang, WX, and Maxwell all sit on a log together. Wickerbottom sits on the log directly in front of the camp fire. She pulls a book out of her inventory and smirks a bit. “Now… let us begin!”

—

They group hadn’t been doing much, Wickerbottom only exchanging stories to the kids and Wolfgang more than anything. Maxwell and WX weren’t exactly interested. They were irritated even.

WX could care less about the stories Wickerbottom was telling, but Maxwell still listened in on occasion.

“As they creeped through the woods, they could feel something was watching them… following them… practically breathing down their necks…” Said Wickerbottom, reading her book verbatim.

Webber and Wendy held onto each other. Wolfgang held onto Maxwell, who only grumbled quietly as a response. He could practically hear Wolfgang’s large teeth tremble and shake from fear. WX only daydreamed, wanting to leave, but not being able to. Winona had threatened them that she’d get Wolfgang to bear hug them if they left. They hate being hugged.

“…Their tracks slowed and creeks echoed…” Wickerbottom continues. “But no matter how quiet they could’ve been…”

Wickerbottom pauses. Three of the four listeners tremble in fear…

“BOO!!” Wickerbottom suddenly shouts. She lifts her arms up dramatically.

Wendy and Webber shout in each other’s grasp. Wolfgang also shouts. He grips Maxwell tightly. Both Maxwell and WX roll their eyes.

Wickerbottom lets her arms down and giggles a bit. Just as she is about to continue her story however…

Familiar sounds can be heard behind the group’s camp fire.

Wendy and Webber point behind Wickerbottom. “MERMS!!” They both shout in unison.

Everyone in the group looks back.

They see a large group of Merms slowly approaching them from the misty gray fog. They all look angry.

The Merms then begin quickly run toward the camp fire.

Wickerbottom, Wolfgang, and the children run off. WX and Maxwell only dodge the incoming mob as it tramples over the camp fire. The mob runs after the four runners while WX and Maxwell stay behind.

“I knew that would happen.” Says Maxwell.

“TO CAMP HERE WAS A STUPID DECISION.” Says WX. “WHY CAMP HERE WHEN THERE ARE HOSTILE THREATS ABOUND? IT TRULY SHOWS HOW MINUSCULE THE MEATSACK BRAIN IS.”

“Well, I must be an exception, right?” Says Maxwell pompously.

“CALCULATING… YOU ARE, IN FACT, NOT AN EXCEPTION.” WX responds in their usual tone.

Suddenly, the sound of a page being flipped is heard.

Maxwell and WX look behind to see a small Merm, likely a child, reading Wickerbottom’s book.

“What are you doing here?” Maxwell asks.

The Merm child doesn’t look up. She continues to read silently.

Maxwell sneers a bit. He bends down. “Hasn’t anyone taught you to respect your elders?”

The Merm child then looks up from the book. She looks at Maxwell. “Go away, florp.” She says. She looks back down at the book.

Maxwell lifts his body back up and places a hand to his chest. He gasps dramatically. “The nerve!”

From nearby, the four running Survivors, along with Abigail, chase down the Merm herd with spears in their hands. A few spiders are also chasing it. Maxwell and WX glance at the chase.

“WHY DON’T YOU ASSIST IN TAKING DOWN THE HUMAN FLESHSACKS?” WX asks. “I CAN ASSIST.”

“Don’t want to, flurt.” Says the Merm child, not looking up from the book.

“WHY NOT? WHY NOT SATISFY YOUR BLOODLUST?” Says WX.

The Merm child then looks up from the book, angry. “No business to scale-less!” She says. She looks back down to the book and flips to another page.

After a bit of silence, the four other Survivors return to their demolished camp. As the four approach, Webber’s eyes gleam with curiosity. “Oooo! Whose that?” He asks, referring to Merm child.

“Is dangerous?” Asks Wolfgang, trembling a bit.

“I think they’re fine.” Says Maxwell.

Wickerbottom kneels down to the Merm child’s height. “Who might you be, dear?”

The Merm child looks up from the book, but she doesn’t respond. She looks back down at the book.

Wickerbottom’s eyes furrow a bit. “Are you lost?”

The Merm child looks up from the book again. “No. I know where swamp is, florp.”

“Why don’t you go back there? Won’t your family wonder where you’ve gone?” Wickerbottom asks.

Wurt looks at Wickerbottom a bit blankly. “Don’t want to, florp.”

“Why not?” Wickerbottom asks.

“Pretty pictures, flort.” Says the Merm child, referring to Wickerbottom’s book. “Do scale-less have more?” She asks.

Wickerbottom smiles a bit. “I do, but my companions here can’t exactly stay here all night.” She says.

“Glort, why not?” The Merm child asks sadly.

“We have a camp to return to.” Says Maxwell.

“Glurph, didn’t ask you!” The Merm child says angrily, looking up at Maxwell.

“My companion is right though.” Says Wickerbottom. “We have a camp to return to by dawn.”

“Can come with you, florpt?” The Merm child asks.

Wickerbottom’s eyes widen a bit. “Are you sure? What about your home?”

“Want to learn more about scale-less, florp. I very open-minded, flort!” She says excitedly. “Will return to swamp whenever feel like it.”

“Will your family be alright with that?” Wickerbottom asks.

“Mermfolk won’t mind, florp.” She says. “Mermfolk trust me.”

Wickerbottom smiles. “As long as your family doesn’t mind.”

Just as she says that, the sun begins to rise.

“Oh! We’d best return to camp.” Says Wickerbottom.

“What’s your name? We’re Webber!” Says Webber peeking behind Wickerbottom. Wendy is next to him. “This here is Wendy, and the ghost is Abigail.” He says, looking over to Wendy and Abigail.

The Merm child smiles and stands up. “Wurt, florp!” She says excitedly.

Wickerbottom picks up her book from the ground. “I’ll introduce you to the others when we get back.” She says. “Follow me, everyone!”

“GREAT. ANOTHER FLESHLING.” Says WX.

“Hey!” Says Wolfgang suddenly. “Be nice to fish-girl!”

“Wurt!” Wurt corrects Wolfgang.

Wolfgang looks over to Wurt. “Heh, sorry.” He then looks back to WX. “Wolfgang meant Wurt!”

WX only rolls their eyeholes.

The group slowly walks out of the Merm village and back to camp.

—

The camp has grown a lot the past few months. Going from 12 to 15 members. Everyone is getting along very well. Wurt, Webber, Wendy, and Abigail have their own little friend group now.

Winter is finally coming to a close. Spring is starting. There are still a few patches of snow sprinkles around though. There isn’t any rain on this particular day.

Wes is strolling through a small field, picking flowers. He’s enjoying the start of Spring. He has a basket with him.

He picks a flower up from the ground and sniffs it. It’s delightful. Wes silently giggles. This is some of the happiest he’s ever been.

This moment of bliss suddenly comes to a pause.

Wes hears rustling coming from a nearby bush. His brows furrow. He quietly walks over to the bush, being careful not to startle whatever may be inside it.

Once he approaches the bush, he peers into it.

It’s a boy, dressed in Boy Scout attire… and a dog?

Wes looks on in confusion, but genuine concern for the boy and dog.

Suddenly, the boy looks behind his back to see Wes looking at him.

The boy goes a bit pale in fear. He points sharply at Wes. “AAAAAHHHHHH!!! C-C-CLOOOOWN!!!!” The boy shouts.

He takes a slingshot out from his pocket and aims a small rock directly at Wes’ face. The boy lets the rock fly right onto Wes’ nose. Wes winces a bit and rubs the spot the rock had hit.

Once Wes recovers, he sees the boy and his dog quickly run out of the bush and dart to a small forest nearby. Wes follows them, not wanting them to get hurt and hopefully bring them to safety.

Wes follows the pair as best as he can, trying to keep up and not lose sight of the boy and dog.

The three of them eventually stop in a small clearing. The boy and dog look back at Wes. The boy’s brows are furrowed and the dog looks ready to attack.

“You wanna fight, huh?” Says the boy.

Wes’ eyes widen and he shakes his head and hands. He only wants to help.

“Challenge accepted, CLOWN!!” Says the boy. He then begins to rummage through his backpack. He takes out a slab of monster meat and feeds it to the dog.

Wes is confused, but he thinks it’s adorable.

Suddenly, the dog’s form begins to change. It becomes huge. Basically the size of a beefalo. The boy then gets on top of the dog, as if riding it. The dog beast snarls at the poor mime.

Wes’ eyes widen. Behind his makeup, his skin has gone pale.

“SICK 'EM, WOBY!!” The boy shouts.

The beast then charges toward Wes. Wes then dashes back toward the forest’s entrance. The dog chases after him the entire chase back to the entrance.

Wes finds the way out of the forest and runs off. The dog has stopped chasing him.

“Think twice before you face Walter the fearless, foul clown!” The boy shouts confidently.

Wes bolts back to camp.

He needs to tell the others.

—

Everyone remains at camp, either doing their own things or doing their tasks for the day. Everything is running like a clockwork. It’s peaceful.

Suddenly, Wes comes barging back into camp, flailing his arms frantically, a worried look on his face.

A few of the Survivors notice the movement, including Wickerbottom, who had been reading a book of hers to Wurt. “Hold onto this, dear.” She says as she hands Wurt her book. Wurt takes the book and reads it quietly.

Wickerbottom goes over to Wes. He stops flailing as she approaches. “What is the matter, Wes?” She asks.

Wes begins signing to her: 'There’s a child in the woods!'

Wickerbottom’s eyes widen in shock. “Are they alone?”

Wes signs again: 'He has a dog with him.'

Wickerbottom is glad the child isn’t alone, but she’s still worried. What if they get hurt? She turns back to the other Survivors. “Everyone! There is a child lost in the woods! We need a few volunteers to assist in finding them!” She declares.

Wilson steps up to the mime and librarian. “I will go! I am glad to help.”

Woodie also steps up beside Wilson. “I’m goin' too. The kid may need experience in those woods, eh?” He questions.

Wickerbottom nods. “The four of us will go. Prepare yourselves.”

They each agree and separate. They prepare to head into the forest.

—

It’s late in the day, around dusk. The four Survivors tread out toward the forest the boy had ran into. Wes leads the group while the others follow.

The group eventually stops once Wes points to where he had seen the boy run off.

“Here?” Asks Wickerbottom. Wes nods.

“I hope that child is still alive in there.” Says Wilson.

“Hey, Wes.” Says Woodie. “Is there anything aboot this boy we should know aboot?”

Wes turns back to Woodie and thinks about how he could explain what the boy looked like. He then gets an idea. He stands up straight and picks his lip up. He salutes.

The other three Survivors ponder what the motion could mean.

“A Boy Scout?” Woodie asks. Wes nods.

Woodie’s eyes then widen a bit. “Ah, a Pinetree Pioneer.” He says.

“I believe I’ve heard that name before…” Says Wilson.

“The Pinetree Pioneers are a Boy Scout group centered in Canada.” Says Wickerbottom. “But how in the world could one have gotten trapped here?”

The area around them begins to darken a bit. Dusk has come.

“Light your torches everyone.” Says Wickerbottom. “Keep your heads up and your eyes peeled.”

The group lights their torches and sets off into the small forest.

—

The group treads lightly through the forest. It’s dark and difficult to see, but the torches assist.

“This forest is pretty small.” Says Wickerbottom. “He couldn’t have gone too far.”

Suddenly, barking can be heard.

The Survivors point their torches in the direction of the sound. Wes looks terrified.

Out from the bushes, a small dog appears. She barks at the group. Wes moves back a bit.

“Awww, cute little thing.” Says Wickerbottom. She looks over to Wes. “Is this the boy’s dog?”

Wes nods, trying to hide his fear.

“Woby! Where’d you go!?” Shouts a voice from nearby.

The Survivors and dog looks back to see a boy in Boy Scout attire approaching the group from the bushes. He’s holding a torch.

He comes out of the bushes and rushes over to the dog. “Woby! Don’t you run off like that again!” He says.

The boy then looks up to the band of people in front of the dog. His eyes go directly to Woodie.

He points sharply at the Canadian man. “YOU!! I know you!” He says. “You’re that crazy guy who lived in that cabin!! You’re Woodie right?”

Woodie looks at the boy in shock. “Uh. Um—“ He can’t really formulate a sentence.

Wilson looks over to Woodie smugly. “I didn’t know you had a reputation, Woodie.”

“Can it.” Woodie sharply whispers to Wilson.

“Who are these other guys? Are they friends of yours?” The boy asks. His eyes then go over to Wes, who is trying to hide out of the boy’s view. “AND WHY ARE YOU WITH THE CLOWN!?”

The Survivors look back to Wes. Wickerbottom turns back to the boy. “He is a mime, dear.” She says. “Not a clown.”

“I know a clown when I see one!” Says the boy. “My clown senses are tingling THIS VERY MOMENT!!”

Wes then tries to differ himself from clowns by pantomiming various actions. Pulling a rope, driving a car, leaning his arm against a ledge, trying to see if it can help the boy understand how he’s different.

The attempt falls flat. The boy points. “You can’t fool me! I know your tricks!” He says. “AND I DON’T LIKE YOU FOR TRYING!!” He runs back into the bushes, his dog following him.

“AFTER THE PIONEER!!” Shouts Woodie. The four Survivors follow the boy through the woods.

The four of them eventually come across a little camp.

A fire pit in the center. A small tent nearby. He really knew a lot about surviving in the wilderness, which made sense.

The boy has stopped in the camp and is sitting in front of the fire pit, his dog next to him. He looks up to see the group of Survivors has returned.

“WAH!” The boy shouts. He falls on his back. He immediately picks himself back up. “What!?”

“We just want to help.” Says Wickerbottom.

“I don’t need help!” He says “I’m a Pinetree Pioneer!”

“We are aware.” Says Wilson. “But still, wouldn’t you like some company?”

“I’ve got Woby.” The boy retorts.

“We mean human company. It’s not good on one’s mental health to be without interaction.” Says Wickerbottom. “We don’t want you all by yourself. We understand that you’re a Boy Scout, but this place isn’t like Earth. It may be necessary that you need adult supervision as well. You are still a child.”

“I’m old enough to do things by myself!” The boy retorts.

“You look 14.” Says Wilson.

The boy tries to hold onto his confidence, but it falls flat. “Hm. Maybe it would be optimal to have supervision… and interact more with other people… this place really isn’t like home either.” He says.

“You are right.” Says Wickerbottom. “We wanted to ask if you’d like to join our camp.”

“Camp?” Says the boy. “You guys have a CAMP!?”

“We do, bud.” Says Woodie.

The boy’s eyes light with astonishment. “Woah… I can stay at your camp right?”

“Yes, you can, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “Everyone would love to meet you.”

“That’s great!” The boy’s eyes then go over to Wes. “Does the clown live with you?”

The three Survivors look back to Wes. Wickerbottom back to the boy. “He does. You don’t need to be afraid of him. He’s very sweet.”

Wes waves to the boy. The boy’s brows furrow. “…I’ll trust you… but I’m keeping an eye on him.”

Wes quivers a bit.

“You said your pet’s name was Woby, right? Do you have a name? I am Wickerbottom.” Asks Wickerbottom.

“Oh! Hi, Ms. Wickerbottom! I’m Walter! Nice to meet you all!” Says Walter. “And yes, her name is Woby.” He says, looking down at Woby. She barks.

“It is settled then! Follow us, we’ll lead you to our camp.” Says Wickerbottom.

The five Survivors, along with Woby, walk out of Walter’s little camp. Walter looks over to Woodie. “Mr. Woodie, have you heard of the Werebeaver?”

Woodie looks to Walter with slightly wide eyes. “Uh… you’ll learn when you’re older?” He says.

“Heh. I’ll find out soon enough.” Says Walter confidently.

There isn’t exactly much of a point of hiding the Werebeaver when it’s likely inevitable he’ll see it anyway.

—

It’s mid spring now. Everything is going how it normally goes. It can get monotonous after awhile. It can feel like watching paint dry. Like watching a clock endlessly tick.

It’s mainly Maxwell that feels this way. It’s better than being on the Nightmare Throne though.

Maxwell sits on a tree stump in the middle of the woods. It’s a full moon. Woodie has probably already turned into the Werebeaver. And Walter is likely geeking his head off about the sight of it.

Maxwell flips through the Codex, trying to find a way to spend his time. It’s incredibly quiet. Just about dead quiet. It’s so quiet that Maxwell can hear his ears ring.

The silence then quickly halts as footsteps can be heard. The steps don’t sound as if they’re approaching Maxwell though. They sound as if they’re walking across the forest, from one end to another.

Maxwell peeks over the Codex and looks in to the trees ahead. He sees a faint silhouette of woman with a black puffy hair tied into a bun.

He quickly recognizes the woman. He squints his eyes and his brows furrow. He gets up from the stump and tucks the Codex away. He proceeds to enter the trees.

He enters and quickly sees the woman in front of him. She looks directly back to Maxwell.

The woman has a clock attached to the band keeping her slightly white yet dark hair up. She has large glasses with a handmade magnifying tool on them over her eyes. Wrinkles adorn her face. She wears an buttoned up purple vest with a white undershirt underneath and an apron with clocks adorned on it being held up to her waist by a belt, with a black skirt underneath. She also wears black heels.

“Long time, no see.” He says.

The woman runs off. Maxwell grumbles. He doesn’t try to run after her. He pulls out the Codex and flips to a page.

As the woman runs, she’s suddenly halted by a Shadow Duelist. She falls to her bottom. She looks on in terror.

The Duelist then suddenly disappears. Maxwell quickly appears behind the woman’s tracks. She looks back over to the dapper man.

“You… you stay away from me, you DEMON.” She says.

“Relax, Wanda.” Says Maxwell. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just trying to say hello.”

“You call THAT a hello!?” Wanda asks.

“Yes, indeed.” Says Maxwell smugly.

“You’re just as slimy as I though you were when I met you.” Says Wanda.

“Oh, how long ago that was.” Says Maxwell.

“Why didn’t you try to get me again?” Wanda asks. “You seemed adamant on it.”

“I thought you’d come falling in eventually.” Says Maxwell.

Wanda groans a bit at Maxwell’s response.

“Did Charlie bring you in?” Maxwell speaks up again.

Wanda tries to remember who Charlie is. She eventually remembers. “Oh. The mechanic’s sister. No, she didn’t… this was all an accident. I never wished nor desired to be here. Especially with you after you tried to drag me here.”

“Hey, pal. At least those Shadow Creatures hunting you down aren’t from me.” Says Maxwell. “I let you go. Death didn’t.”

Wanda pauses. “…You have a point there, old man.” She says.

“You’re one to talk.” Maxwell teases.

“Oh botheration, just shut your mouth.” Says Wanda. “What do you even want?”

Before Maxwell can speak up, a voice calls out.

“Maxwell! You said you’d be sitting on a stump when I came to check on you!”

The person behind the voice then enters the forest.

It’s Wilson.

“MAXWELL!!” Wilson calls. “Where are y—“ He looks to his left to see Maxwell in front of a new face.

“Hello, Higgsbury.” Says Maxwell.

“Oh, I remember you. You’re the man with the silly hair? Wilson?” Asks Wanda.

Wilson internally groans. Alas, he can never escape the comments about his hair. He points at Wanda. “Who is this? An acquaintance?” He asks, looking at Maxwell.

“This is Wanda.” Says Maxwell. “I’ve known of her for awhile now. It wasn’t until recently she got dragged here.”

Wanda grumbles at Maxwell’s response.

“How long have you been here, Wanda?” Wilson asks.

“Only a few hours… I don’t exactly know where I’m going.” Says Wanda.

“Oh, um… would you like to join our camp?” Wilson asks.

Wanda’s eyes light up a bit.

She won’t have to constantly worry about her struggles. They can be but an afterthought. They’ll still be an issue…

But…

With company, the fear can at least partially slip away.

She doesn’t know anything about this place either. To be with a group of people that had likely been there longer than her would be optimal.

“I would love to.” Says Wanda. “You don’t need to introduce me to your friends by the way. I already know of all them.”

Wilson’s eyes widen. He chuckles. “Oh, really?” He says. “Well, I think they’ll be glad to see you again.”

Wanda cringes. Wilson notices, but isn’t sure why.

“I’ll lead you two back to camp. Follow me.” Says Wilson. He leads while Maxwell and Wanda follow behind.

As the three of them walk, Wanda looks over to Maxwell.

He’s looking directly into her eyes, directly at her soul.

A look that screams: 'I know you’re secret.'

Why wouldn’t he know the big million dollar reason as to why she chose to be with the Survivors? He already knew a good bit about her.

He’s basically just messing with her.

Why?

Just because he wants to.

—

Wilson lead Maxwell and Wanda back to camp. Wanda introduced herself to a handful of the Survivors, but none of them knew her like he thought they did.

Wilson wonders how Wanda seemed to know everybody, but no one seemed to know her.

…Was she a time traveler…?

Wilson wanted to doubt it. His scientific brain didn’t want to accept it. He had never heard of an actual time traveler in his entire life.

But after having encounters with the strangest people he’s ever met, why even try to deny that a time traveler was now walking among them?

Maybe Wanda will open up more about herself eventually.

For the time though, Wilson recounts the past while.

Having only started alone, now in a camp full of people with different backgrounds from different places around the world. It was astonishing.

Wilson had also realized for the first time that everyone’s name started with “W”. How did he not notice it before?

Well, every name save for Maxwell’s. Odd.

Wilson looks upon the camp with a smile on his face.

The Survivors have a bright, yet ominous, future ahead of them.

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superfluouskeys · 2 years

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35, 57, 69 for the fic writer asks?

Thank you for indulging me!!!

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

This is hard to answer LOL, like almost every fic is special to me for some particular reason, and ya girl has been blasting the internet with her nonsense for a solid 20 years at this point. I always have a particular fondness for fics that were especially difficult for me to write for whatever reason, especially when I feel they turned out well, because it's so satisfying to be able to see the work I put in paying off. But then again I'm looking at my recent fics and I'm like "okay but the hawkeline one was easy to write and I really love it :( and [redacted--i promise it's NOT the prisoner LOL] took 10 yrs off my life and i hate it :("

But with that said the fic that came to mind was New Disaster (portal chell-focused chelldos fic) because it was hard to write in the sense that it's so self-contained within one character who canonically doesn't speak. It's hard to strike a balance between heavy introspection/character-focused pieces and actual story progression, which I think I did well in that fic. Not to say it's my favourite ever bc I think that would just be impossible to choose but I still feel a lot of fondness for it and it's not like super recent!

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Extremely conscious--it's almost always very intentional! Although don't go looking too hard or you'll just notice that I love to put a scene in the rain and you won't be able to unsee it.

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

Oh this is gonna be so bad I'm so sorry in advance. So I don't read very much fanfic anyway, and as I am currently in my first year of law school that pitiful number has been reduced to near-zero. Pretty much if I read something it's bc a friend wrote it/sent it to me or I stumbled upon it somewhere and immediately liked the writing style--like we're talking IMMEDIATELY like if you don't have me in the first sentence I literally have to go back to reading about the constitution or whatever.

The only time I usually search AO3 for stuff is when a particular pairing has made me insane and I want to see what's out there for it, and I'll just open a tab of anything that looks vaguely legible and go through mercilessly judging them on the first few sentences akjsndkjasdnad like I don't read tags at all and very often get absolutely BLINDSIDED by something I could have easily seen but that's part of the fun tbh.

So this has been awhile at this point but the most recent fic author whose style I was absolutely obsessed with is thepapernautilus/thenautilusknoweth--I stumbled onto her fics bc of wol/g'raha from ffxiv and her prose is just so evocative and gripping that by the time I realized what level of spicy fic I was reading I was too deep in and was just like welp whatever I'm along for the ride at this point LOL.

Another fic that never leaves my mind is April Come She Will by tetrahedron -- it's Hawke/Varric and Hawke/Fenris (set in da:i) and it's just......exquisite pain. I can only dream of writing angst so good. Altered something fundamental in my DNA.

And of course no such list would be complete without the incomparable menzosarres, known by many names, who totally 100% definitely doesn't write anymore and if I went looking for an anonymous fic that may or may not have been written by her as SOON as I had the relevant show knowledge to understand it well then that is a matter for history to decide.

Fanfiction Writing Asks

#like i'm sorry but it cannot be overstated #how BAD the tumblr text editor is?????????#wtf is all this??????????????#what are all these boxes why is the cursor jumping around what is this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#exciting tag for writing things #exciting tag for answered asks

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xiuhcoatl89 · 2 years

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Mewtwo fanfic PT 1

hello, this is a first draft and lots of errors so please be patient. I've never done something like this. but I've always wanted to try and I guess my favorite Pokémon will be a good start.

I'm just walking down the path and suddenly in a short free fall. I hit the ground hard and mumble and groan. Hearing a giggle I look up to see a small round portal just hovering in mid-air. it closes as soon as I see it. trying to sit up. Looking around I am in a huge room all washed in a slate grey. a large dining table sits to the side of the room. in the back, there are a few pools and a helix staircase. this all feels familiar… spooky familiar. I stand up and look for an exit thinking I probably shouldn't be here. seeing a large door behind me I get up thinking it would at least show me a different room or some route out. heading for it I jog into an invisible wall. "Owww FUCK" I hold my hand to my nose. wondering what the hell I hit. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUMAN?" Thunders through my skull. Wincing, I look around and see a large catlike anthro at the base of the helix. his large purple tail lashing back and forth. oh my god, it can't be… "it's Mewtwo?" My face paled and I try to head back toward the large doors. only to be grabbed by his telekinetic powers and yanked back. trying to move anything I squirm and try to fight his grip. I try to calm myself down as he turns me around to see the large pokemon. his purple eyes scowling at me "What are you doing here?" He asks again. I stare into his eyes for a sec "Well, I'm not sure maybe I took a wrong turn at the last island." I half chuckle. "If you just put me down I'll just head back off. no need to make a scene." I start to ramble. Mewtwo looks me up and down "But you have no pokemon. how do you protect yourself?" I grimace "I'm a swimmer, never felt I needed one." knowing that my clothes show I'm lying. I feel pressure behind the back of my eyes. I realize he's trying to read my mind. I try to fight it and he squeezes me tighter. My temper gets the best of me. I start growling to try to fight the panic. I hate being pinned down and this is much worse. not being able to move makes me focus on the energy I had in my body. "Let… Me… GO!" I yell pushing what energy I have into it. surprising myself as much as him, I drop to the floor. shaking my head I try to get a jist of what happened I look at him groaning on the floor not too far away. I spin around getting a baring of where I was and head for the large doors. I run past the table before Mewtwo grabs me again. I fall to the floor and I claw at anything to cling to. grabbing one of the table legs I stare at my hands in disbelief. claws had formed on my hands I jump at the sight and get dragged again. Mewtwo pulls me to his feet. not wanting to be pind I swing at him with my new claws… bad idea. his hand glows and I'm shoved harshly to the floor. he growls at me "You look human, but clearly, you are not. WHAT ARE YOU!" Mewtwo yells into my head pushing me harder into the floor. I groan in pain but I refuse to yell. "I'm confused as you are" I hiss through my teeth. Being pinned I try to thrash around again, hating the feeling I growl. "I don't want to be any part of this, let me go." I try to do another energy blast and I feel like I got struck by a tazer. I just don't have the energy to fight I lay panting on the ground from the energy use. Mewtwo stares down at me and lowers his hand. feeling the release I sit up though he keeps my legs pinned. "You are a part of it now, you oddly know too much for me to just let you go. but if you cooperate you may find it, interesting. you are bizarre and I'm, finding myself curious." he gestures his head in my direction. "Look down." I look to Mewtwo puzzled and then look down. I yelp "ahh the hell?" I see a long grey tail that wasn't there just minutes before. I hear Mewtwo move and I look at him again. I see I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I choose to run he'll probably control or kill me. I choose to stay, will it change anything that I know about the history that might need to happen? I think back on how I got here. a ring connecting this and my universe. Hoopla? why would hoopla drop a random human into this time and place of the pokeverse?

#Mewtwo #mewtwo oc #Mewtwo AU #Mewtwo fanfic #Fanfic #Pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon mewtwo #pkmn

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I'm curious, what other rare or unexpected ships you didn't think about at first but started liking because of fanarts and fanfics?

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask! 🥰

Since I've been mostly talking about Black Clover, I am going to take it that this is in reference to that series (I apologize if you wanted the ask to extend to others as well).

I’m sorry I couldn’t really think of any other out of the box romantic ships I like that I hadn’t thought of prior to joining the fandom. 💦Though to be honest with you, that’s probably only because I don’t have a lot of strong ship opinions as far as Black Clover is concerned and my sister (who always gets way more invested in shipping than me) and I went through this period of time where we were so fed up with all the Black Clover love shapes (and the fact that they just seemed to getting more complicated rather than getting resolved) that we just started throwing out/considering all the possible ships that we could be remotely on board with in a kind of ‘I don’t know anything any more so everything goes now…’ kind of attitude 😅😂 For the most part, I think that covered the rare ones that I like/could actually get behind (as well as some total crack pairings I have a weird fondness for)—especially for Vanessa (though we did not consider Vanessa x Nozel, and I could be okay with that one depending on the circumstances). [Honestly, some of the ships we threw out at that point were so out of the box that I’ve actually never seen/never really seen them in the fandom. 🙈So I’m not sure what that says about us… 😅]

Anyway, in all seriousness though, I was always so much more interested in platonic relationships than romantic ones in Black Clover (and honestly in most things), so the majority of the types of fanfictions I read are friendship or family ones. However, I found some really great BROTPs I would have never considered but am now particularly fond of and attached to through reading fics and through seeing some fanart too. Many thanks to the fandom for that! 💕

Short (and definitely incomplete 😅) list of friendships I discovered in the fandom below with some links to specific works under the cut:

Langris & Gordon

Finral & Luck

Finral & Noelle

Langris & Charmy

Finral & Grey

Langris & William (even though I knew they were probably friends, I had never really given much thought to their dynamic and how fun it could be before)

Yes, I am realizing now that each of these involves one of the spatial mage brothers… (either a funny coincidence or I have a problem 😂 It’s nice to imagine them having more friends though—especially Langris since he only likes like 5 people…😅)

There is a great series of "Rare Interactions" between Black Clover characters by Katiouahiru on AO3. My favourite is, "The Corner Table" which is about Langris and Gordon becoming friends (Rated T). I can’t imagine I would’ve ever thought of a Gordon and Langris friendship on my own, but I can really see them getting along together and becoming good friends now thanks to this story! 😊

I never really thought about the friendship between Finral and Luck either (since they both kind of have their "best friends" on the squad already), but I really came to love their friendship deeply through reading some great fanfictions about it, especially this absolutely lovely one ("Use of Portals" by eclipsingbinary on AO3. Rated G) which is a very sweet story about Finral helping and taking care of Luck when he's sick.

Finral and Noelle was another friendship that I never really considered until I read this wonderful story ("Too good to be true" by Bulls99 on AO3. Rated G) in which they bonded over the parallels in their backgrounds and backstories and Finral used his past experiences to comfort Noelle, really stepping into this incredibly sweet big brother role with her.

In terms of art, there are so many amazing fan-artists out there in the fandom that I wouldn't be able to mention them all in this post, but this artist (on Twitter) has wonderful work and a really fun piece about a Charmy and Langris friendship (on Twitter)! It’s just lovely! Definitely not a friendship I would have ever thought of on my own, but I am so here for it! 🥰

Oh and I would be amiss if I did not mention @the-black-bulls whose incorrect quotes gave me a new appreciation for the friendship between Finral and Grey, which I had never considered before!

And a final one from Tumblr, the series "Dandelion Wishes" by @lyranova has some absolutely lovely moments for Langris and William's friendship that really gave me a new appreciation for their dynamic. I knew in the back of my mind that they were probably friends on some level, but her story really got me thinking about how they'd interact with each other and made me more invested in their friendship than I had been before.

Those are the ones that come to mind off the top of my head, but I’m sure there are others! Many thanks to all the great fan writers and fan artists out there, and thank you, anon, for your ask! 💖

#answered anons #answered asks #black clover fanfiction recommendation #thanks for the ask!#black clover friendships!#black clover rare friendships #i really love all of these so much now #many thanks to the great fan artists and writers who gave me a new appreciation for all of these friendships #also yay more friends for my boys 💚💙#spatial mage brothers #acacia’s ramblings

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With the Inklings Challenge slowly starting to ramp up, I once again find myself musing about it as I start my own preparations for it. (Both for myself and what I intend to do for my sprints blog.)

I really do look forward to this each and every year since the first year that it's been held. Like I've already been counting down since last month and have been so grateful for the start of the figuring things out now that's been happening.

I've participated each year so far (and fully intend to do so again this year), and have enjoyed it each time. So far I have been on Team Tolkien (for the first two years) and Team Chesterton (last year), though I have written for each team (Team Lewis had a portal story from me for Christmas the first year, though I don't think that the story in general was overly Christmas in theme).

I was extremely grateful to have ended up on Team Tolkien the first year, just because time travel (beloved) is probably my favourite of all the genres. (I still think it's funny to this day that I thought that I would never write time travel, as much as I loved reading and watching time travel stories.) Which is how Tales Of A Frozen Sailor came about as an actual story instead of just a concept discussed between a friend and myself. (I always feel like I harp on and on about Tales Of A Frozen Sailor. But I'm really proud of it and the fact that I essentially finished it in a year, even if I'm slowly working on rewriting it now. For me, 30,000 words is a lot, especially for some of it which really hit well in the end. Anyways I'm still incredibly pleased with how it turned out and hope that others enjoy it as much as I do.) I was extremely happy that for the first time writing that I was in a comfort zone so to speak, though I did still challenge myself with Tales Of A Frozen Sailor.

For that first Christmas challenge, I wrote Of Rainbow Portals. Which I still like the concept of but not thrill with my end execution, but maybe I shouldn't speak about that because I haven't read it in a while. I think the idea is interesting but poorly explored and after rereading it again, definitely not my favourite piece of writing. But it's also not something that I'd like to go back to and flesh out more or try to get more in line with my original vision.

After that it was Team Tolkien again. I have to admit that I had been a little disappointed that I didn't end up on a different team, as I felt more ready to challenge myself a bit more and had a couple of story ideas that I wanted to try and explore. But I made the best of it and it in part lead to my decision to chose secondary world instead of time travel. The story being essentially what would be near the end of The Hidden Royals. With this story I had a hit with the little dragon Lalawa (honestly took a lot of inspiration from Toothless in How to Train a Dragon for her). I just knew that I wanted her to be intelligent and be able to recognize a family of the proper royal family. Again really quite pleased with the way this one turned out (and the fact that it didn't end up being another 30,000 word story). Also, Lalawa came kind of out of nowhere due to a very particular dragon post that had been going around at the time. There had been no thoughts about adding dragons to any part of this story before then, and then she ended up being one of the best parts.

For Christmas I dove back into Tales Of A Frozen Sailor, with a part that I hadn't managed to include previously, but I had always intended as part of the story initially. Don't have much more to say about that one.

Then last year I ended up on Team Chesterton. I was definitely grateful to get to try a different team. I tried to write three stories and didn't finish two of them. I'll probably try and go back to them at some point, but probably won't be for a long time currently as Tales Of A Frozen Sailor, The Hidden Royals (in thought, if not pen to paper), and different fanfic ideas are more of a priority to me currently. But the one story I did get finished for intrusive fantasy ended up better than I could have expected. Especially as I had never actually intended to write it and was written in one session. Minimal editing too. I was so nervous about it but it was exactly what I wanted to be like in tone. A story told almost like a tumblr post that you would come across in the wild. That it could almost be real and it's just a story that a friend is passing on.

For Christmas I followed in my path from the year before and went back into the story from the year before. James' Christmas locked up in the prison/dungeon cell. And how those a around him had dealt with it.

So it will be interesting to see what stories are created this year. I tend to read most of them every year. I'm sure this year won't be any different.

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valeriele3 · 2 years

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Distorted Party Theory Part 2

As always..The fanfic/series I'm making these theories from is made by @honeybeewhereartthee <3

Note: I won't say that much in this part and it's mostly just the decoded ALT texts. I might edit this tomorrow and add some of my thoughts. This is also a bit disorganized..

The following is from Distorted Party Chapter/Part 3

We will start off with these ALT texts

The first picture a.k.a the left one is most likely Aira talking. Why? Because of the word "flower" and "mad" (Mostly the flower for me though)

Aira calls MC his "flower" and we see him do that multiple times as the Mad Rabbit

Second picture. I'm not sure who it is but I'm just going with Aira again :D

In this chapter of Distorted Party we see the Rules of the Labyrinth mentioned again a.k.a the one where you can't mention/say someone's name

And now the fun part!!

On the glitched gif there's an ALT text with binary numbers! I loveee solving these things ever since I learned how to thanks to that one ff in wattpad I read

Note: There might be some error with my "decoding" since a lot of numbers side by side f up my eyes

"who is truly mad, you me or him?"

After that you will see the line Pseudo stops on his words as he saw a black cat with red eyes hopping from a small portal from another multiverse. this black cat is Ritsu from the MDD au

Not long after another glitched gif shows up with this

"I cannot believe he did that. Oh wait I'll do it too. Tehee"

Next ALT text isn't a binary (Not that much thoughts on this one and on who it is. Again, maybe it's Aira? Or it could be someone else entirely..I can't recall on who calls MC darling unfortunately..)

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Judging by the words of our beloved Ritsu the "Mad hatter"(Kohaku) is a dangerous person

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The last ALT text is this

"Don't believe his lies. his much of a liar like you are" not so fun fact: Helter Spider started playing when I was decoding this part :D I am bit offended sir. Wdym a liar??? >:(

But talking seriously..I'm not exactly sure on who is talking in these binary numbers. Maybe Aira?

Distorted Party Chapter/Part 4

I'm going to take a guess that in these pictures..It's Kohaku speaking because of the words "Gamble" and "ya" (since Kohaku has like an accent and the only other person who kinda speaks like him is Mika who almost never appears in all the different au's except for a short bit in MDD)

what is it with Crazy:B songs playing lmao its now Risky Venus full ver.

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<--there's no end-- there's no beginning-- only when you become sick of this game-->

I'm not sure what to make of this one since it seems pretty straightforward with what it means

When he went to search for honey to be able to use another ability of alternative doll self, which made him able to turn honey into any form of weapon he want. This ability is referring to the Kohaku (Probably) in MDD. If my memory is correct he asked MDD MC if MC wanted to see his abilities the Crazy:B or Double Face abilty in one of the chapters

In this part/chapter of Distorted Party the CH prequel Chapter 14 is connected said by the author

The best example I could find in Distorted Party being connected to CH prequel ch 14 is this line -> "I have seen you in my dream a couple of nights ago. You with ai. It was odd. So I have to look around, I don't know what part of the timeline you are in currently. Since I cannot read your fate..."

Oh and I believe this part deserves to appear here bc why not? <3

"Omae ... "

"Omae? Like you? Or omae...

""Omae wa mou shinderu.""

Also can we appreciate that Kohaku chose Mad Hatter for the drip? 👏👏

From what I noticed..It seems like Distorted Party part 3 focused on Aira kinda and Distorted Party Part 4 focused on Kohaku!

Oh, and we also see Kohaku getting/unlocking a secret color outfit so yayy!

That's basically it! My brain isn't working rn and I still haven't reviewed for my exam tomorrow soo..Byeeee see you next time on..FANFIC THEORY

Sorry for the delay on this one! I completely forgot to eat and I got forced to eat dinner lmao

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars kohaku #oukawa kohaku #kohaku oukawa #enstars aira #ensemble stars aira shiratori #aira shiratori

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ayakoarchive · 5 years

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finished Blue Sky. didnt cry but probably will soon

#god DAMN if that wasnt a novel and a half #i love it so much #it was???? so well written??? i respect wafflestories so much holy shit #i will never be able to read another portal fanfic #and that kinda sucks since this one was the first one i read #but im not complaining since it was UTTERLY amazing #thank u portal fandom

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bcdrawsandwrites · 2 years

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[ID: A Psychonauts fanfic cover. The viewer is looking down at Oleander in the bottom center of the picture as he floats within water, with only his head and his left arm above the surface. His hand is close to the viewer in exaggerated perspective as he holds up his Psycho-Portal (which has green and brown camouflage colors). His expression is a mix of anxiety/worry and determination. The shadow of the hatch above is falling over him. The title, “You Can Help Them,” is in the top left in light yellow writing. /end ID]

Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: K

Genre: Gen

Characters: Morceau Oleander, Razputin Aquato, Milla Vodello, Sasha Nein, Lili Zanotto (plus a lot of mentions of and discussion about Loboto)

Warnings: None

Description: During their mission in the Rhombus of Ruin, Oleander risks swimming through the dangerous parallelogram in order to rescue Raz. But when he arrives, he decides to make a change of plan.

Beta Readers: @jaywings and @of-science-and-stars (ALSO @causticbicaudate helped me figure out how to handle the cover!)

Notes: Here’s another oneshot! This one has a handful of references to some of my previous fics but you don’t need to have read them to get this.

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Loboto was supposed to be dead.

Oleander knew that, because he was the one who'd made the plan to off him in the first place. He'd known the dentist would be trouble, known that as soon as the tanks were finished, he'd need to get rid of him. Even though he could subdue Loboto with his own psychic powers, there was always a worry lurking in the back of his mind that the dentist would catch him off-guard one of these days, or turn one of his own tanks against him, and... well, he'd planned for the possibility.

He'd regretted it later, of course, when the realization that he'd taken a life had set in thanks to some harsh words from Cruller. It was something that his mind had been desperately avoiding, as he felt sickened and numb whenever the memory of his actions returned. It was the one thing he would never be able to make up for.

Well, until finding out that the doctor had survived the same fall that Houston Thorney had not.

Relief had briefly washed over him when he realized the doctor wasn't dead—that he hadn't killed anybody, that he wasn't a murderer.

And then a wave of horror hit him, harder than the wall of cold water that had crashed over his performance. Not only was the doctor not dead—he also had Razputin in his metaphorical claw, and strapped to a literal dentist chair, where he planned to do who knew what to him. Given what Oleander had heard of Loboto before he'd hired him... it couldn’t be anything good.

To make matters worse, Razputin was inadvertently broadcasting his emotions over telepathy—no direct speech, but frantic waves and ripples of panic and terror.

The fleeting image of a goggles-wearing rabbit flicked through Oleander's mind, and he shook his head to dispel it.

What do we do?! Lili cried over their shared connection, leaving Raz out to keep from compounding his panic. I can't find a way out of this place!

Keep your psychic focus on him, Sasha answered with a wave of urgency. We can't reach him now. Our only hope is to lend him the strength to use some of his powers.

Morry, Milla called, can you help him?

Wha'd'you expect me to do?! Oleander sputtered. You think psi-punch is gonna help him when he's strapped to a chair? You think he can just talk-to-animals his way out of this?

Focus your connection on him, at least, Sasha said. It's his only chance—and ours.

"You're not wrong about that one," Oleander muttered, eyeing the cracked windows of the cruise ship. They were slowly but steadily leaking water into the cabin, so it was only a matter of time before he ran out of air. Still, he shook himself, fighting to push through the anxiety hammering in his chest and waving his new mono-propulsor to bring himself a bit higher in the rising water. Shutting his eyes, he focused on his connection to Raz, concentrating on lending whatever strength he could.

The telepathic links went eerily silent as everyone's attention honed on Raz. Even the sound of water dripping and fish creatures grunting seemed to fade. With the feeling of weightlessness from the mono-propulsor keeping him afloat, it was like nothing else existed but the psychic connection.

The calm was shattered by a jolt of dull horror from Raz that hit Oleander in the gut, accompanied by the kid's voice over the connection:

Procedure?

Another vision of a goggles-wearing rabbit appeared in Oleander's mind, this time with a clawed butcher's hand holding it down. Oleander clamped his hands over his head. "Now's not the time for that...!"

Oh my, Sasha remarked.

PROCEDURE?! Lili screamed. What's he gonna do to him?!

Did that bozo go back to stealing brains again?!

Fiery hot intensity burned from Lili's end of the connection. Just wait until I get my hands on that creep—I'll burn my way out of here if I have to—

Lili, darling, please don't try that! Milla cried frantically. You'll only hurt yourself, or you could drown!

Oh, I'll hurt someone all right!

Meanwhile, the horror from Raz's end was mounting. Occasional jolts over the connection indicated he was frantically trying different powers—ineffectively, given the gradually strengthening fear.

We have to do something!

Everyone, maintain your focus! It's our only chance of helping him!

Raz...!

They didn't have much time left. Oleander struggled to keep his mind on the connection; the vision of the goggles-wearing rabbit remained, huddled in terror beneath the butcher's hand as a knife hovered over its head. The rush of water around him intensified as one of the windows overhead cracked further, sending more seawater gushing out into the cabin.

If Loboto had had any more sneezing powder on him, he would've used it by now. And if he was really after Raz's brain, and he used... cruder methods to obtain it, he might wind up...

The butcher's knife came down, stopping just above the rabbit's neck.

But it wasn't the goggles-wearing rabbit beneath the blade—it was a much smaller rabbit.

You couldn't help me, its soft voice echoed, but you can help them, Oly.

Eyes snapping open, Oleander reached out with telepathy and grabbed one of the nearby fish creatures, growling when he found the action much more draining than he expected. He could only manage to tug the fish closer, but it grunted in surprise nonetheless, struggling in his grip. When he looked it in the eyes, however, it stilled. "You," he growled through clenched teeth. "Get me out of here, now."

The fish stared at him dully while a few of its companions waded through the rising water and up to its side. For the moment Oleander pulled his focus away from Raz and tried to get a read on the fish creatures.

Morry? What happened?

You'd better not be running off on your own, Coach!

He ignored their calls for now, straining to extend his connection to the fish; it didn't come as naturally as it did with mammals, and the nearby psilirium weakening him wasn't making things any easier. Their words were garbled and unfamiliar, but finally he managed to pick up a few: No... not yet... boss... mad...

"You're gonna be making a lot more of us mad if you don't listen," he snapped, and the fish all jerked their heads toward him with timid warbles. "Get me out, and take me to the base. Right now."

For a tense moment the fish exchanged glances while Oleander refused to budge, keeping a weak telekinetic grip on the first one. Finally they gave him a hesitant nod, and he let his captive go. It waved a clumsy hand at him before marching through the cabin. It didn't seem to notice when its head dipped completely underwater.

"Urgh..." Oleander hesitated, staring at where the fish had descended to a more sunken part of the ship. He'd have to swim the rest of the way, of course, and briefly he wondered if he actually could, even with his new swimming device. But the mental image of Raz in the hands of that lunatic pushed him onward. Pressing a hand to his temple, he sent a thought out to the others: I have a plan. Standby.

Is that plan "betraying everyone again”?

Lili...

Whatever you're doing, do it quickly, Morry.

Don't gotta tell me twice, Nein. Taking a breath, Oleander summoned a psi-shield around his head and dove beneath the surface.

The water was cold, immediately chilling him, but he kicked out with his mono-propulsor, speeding after the fish, which had now taken to swimming. It led him through the sunken halls of the ship, which would've been pitch dark had it not been for the glow of his shield, and out through a larger broken window. Another mutant fish, which had been about to swim into the ship, stared at its fellow with its arms raised in an incredulous expression. The other shrugged sheepishly before continuing to swim through the hectic crater that was the Rhombus of Ruin.

At first Oleander was grateful for the nearby yellow-orange glow lighting up the place... until he glanced downward and immediately grew dizzy. His shield nearly flickered out, and he jerked his head away, returning his focus on maintaining the shield. (No wonder they'd been asking about psilirium poisoning earlier...) But even with the shield covering his head, he quickly realized the air within it was running out. Taking in a deep gasp and holding his breath, he allowed the shield to fizzle out, and the water gushed in around his head. The sensation nearly made him lose his breath right then, and in a moment of panic he realized he'd lost sight of his fish guide.

The very real concept that he might become one of the Rhombus's many tragic accidents wormed its way into his mind. His heart hammered in his chest, his lungs suddenly desperate to breathe. Should he reach out to Sasha or Milla, or even Lili, and beg them to help? Should he reach out and apologize to Raz? Was this really what was going to happen to him after—

This way.

He blinked, spotting the fish a distance ahead, and frantically kicked his mono-propulsor toward it. It led him toward a large cave within the side of the crater that, he hoped, was an entrance to Charlie Psycho Delta, and swam into it. His lungs were burning as he darted after the fish, swimming into the cave and up through an empty area that must have been a place to dock a submarine. Had he not been so preoccupied with not drowning he might have stopped to ponder how on earth Loboto was here without a submarine. As it was, he saw dim fluorescent lights above in a narrow vertical tunnel and swam up toward them, finally breaking through to an air pocket.

With a wild gasp that tore through his throat, he leaned against the side of the tunnel, struggling to catch his breath and sending a telepathic thank you out to the mutant fish for not leaving him to drown. As his wits returned to him, he found himself looking up at the hatch above him, which he guessed opened into the main base. Reaching out, he could sense Raz just above him, as well as...

His stomach turned.

Back when he'd been seeking help for his last... project, he'd heard a lot of talk about Loboto and the things he'd done, some of which he would love to forget. And he knew for sure that Raz, strapped to a chair like that and surrounded by psilirium, didn't stand a chance against the mad doctor.

Keeping one hand braced against the wall, Oleander looked at his other hand, clenching it into a fist. If he focused, maybe he could muster enough energy to manifest a psi-punch and knock Loboto right off his feet, and from there work to free Raz. Loboto was tough, but he couldn't stand against a trained psychic.

"Hang on, Raz," he muttered under his breath, trying to pull his mental focus together. Just one hit, and he could get Loboto stunned, and they'd go from there. They'd rescue Truman, and then get that deranged dentist out to the police, or to some other loony bin—an actual one, not some run-down place. It'd be no less than he...

Oleander paused.

It had only been a few days since... everything. The looks on Sasha, Milla, and Cruller's faces when they saw him without his facade, when they saw what he'd become, still burned in his memory—looks of anger and disbelief. Razputin himself had worn a similar look, though the boy had known him for a much shorter length of time... but that hatred had eventually changed to horror and understanding when Raz had stepped into his mind. It was the same with the others—though they'd been harsh with him, they'd still come to understand why he'd become the monster they saw. They could have looked at only what he'd done and the mistakes he’d made, and handed him straight over to the police with no hope for a second chance. Instead, Raz had stopped him in his tracks, right in the middle of his world-domination plan… and even after all he’d done, he’d dove into his mind to help.

Though he couldn't comprehend how someone could ever get to the state Loboto was in, well... he'd certainly fallen a long way himself, hadn't he?

You don't go around planning to de-brain kids and take over the world for no reason. Oleander had had his reasons for getting to that point... so what were the doctor's?

You couldn't help me... but you can help them.

Biting his lip, he looked up at the hatch above him. There was a lever to open it, and he could easily hop up out of here and attack that creep. But... what if they tried something else first?

Oleander pulled himself as high up as he could, nearly pressed against the hatch, and reached into a pocket, taking out his personal Psycho-Portal. With his other hand, he tugged at the lever slightly to open the hatch wide enough to squeeze his arm through.

Coach Oleander! Raz cried through telepathy. That mermaid tail—er, mono-propulsor really worked!

Rolling his eyes, he held up the Psycho-Portal higher, waving it to grab Raz’s attention.

...Oh, Raz thought. For a moment he was quiet, then, finally, Oleander felt the Psycho-Portal slip from his hand.

He eased himself back down into the tunnel and quickly pressed a hand to his temple. Psycho-Portal has been delivered to Raz.

All right, Raz confirmed. I'm going in.

Are you sure about this, darling?

I'm sure this is what a Psychonaut would do.

"Good luck, soldier," Oleander muttered. He leaned back against the wall of the tunnel so he could rest a moment; if things went south, he could spring into action, but... hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

I never figured out what your deal was, Cal... but maybe he can. If he could help me sort my mess out... maybe he can help you, too.

#morceau oleander #razputin aquato #caligosto loboto #sasha nein #psychonauts #milla vodello #lili zanotto #my art #my writing #fanfic

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blueberrypossum · 3 years

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A Date Down Under (GN Reader x Leo)

OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!

If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). So, I decided to take out my oc in it and make it a reader fanfic so everyone can enjoy! @bootyyy-shaker9000 I know how much you love Leo so have some of the wonderful boy in blue!!

When Leo asked you if you wanted to celebrate your Friend Anniversary in the Lost City, you couldn’t refuse.

The feelings for the turtle though were getting tougher and tougher to maintain. Leo was always the flirt, and you tried to not let him play with your heartstrings, but now a blush would creep around your face whenever he would fire a one-liner or when he would push the physical contact to the extreme.

You weren't used to so much affection, nor letting the addiction of being touched take over you like a drug.

But you have seen the way Leo fake flirts with others, and just believed that he was just doing the same thing to you, because you were just friends, right?

You were brushing your comb through your hair when your phone started to vibrate on your desk. You brought it up to your ear as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Hello?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

There were a few knocks on your bedroom window.

“Me.”

You giggled and walked over to the window and pulled back the blinds to see the one and only Leonardo Hamato, a sly grin on his face as he hung up on the phone. You placed your phone into your pocket and unlocked the window to reveal yourself to him.

The blue bandana turtle looked a little taken aback as he took in the sight of his best friend. With the season turning colder, you wore something that suited the chilly wind yet sunny season, the cloth clinging to you gently. What caught him off guard the most was the dazzling smile you presented to him, the pure excitement of seeing him causing his bandana to feel tight around his head.

Leo almost lost his balance as he hopped into your room, sweat growing on him as he tried to find anything else to look at other than you.

“Hey, how's your fever?” He asked, his voice drowned with no confidence, his heart still pounding as he finally glanced over.

You were picking up your bag and you frowned at the question.

“Hum? What fever?”

“Oh, yeah, you just look hot to me,” he replied, pressing a confident smile on his lips as he hoped that you didn’t catch him almost slipping up.

Your cheeks went pink and you playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh hush up and let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s burning.”

“Oh my gosh, get going, Red Kamon.”

The tall turtle chuckled and pulled out his sword, swiping it around the room until a portal was created. Leo moved to the side and bowed his head towards you.

“After you,” he purred and you rolled your eyes at him and took a step into the portal and was led right at the center of the Hidden City. The colorful and mysterious city was weird to say the least, nothing but weird creations and magic lingered in the air as yokai walked past you. Leo stepped through the portal and was at your side as you both walked over to the city map.

Leo used your shoulder as a rest while you gazed over at the map.

“Where do you want to go, shorty?” He asked as your eyes scanned the different areas and pointed towards the Witch Town.

Your mind seemed clouded from the close contact and you pointed to the spa.

“What about here? Sounds interesting.”

“Can’t do. My idiot and less attractive twin got us turtles banned there,” Leo commented and soon his arm snaked around your neck and was completely over your shoulders, bringing you close enough that you could feel his breath over your cheek.

“What about here?”

“Nope. They banned me there.”

“How did you get banned from a spa?”

“My dashing good looks were just too much for them.”

You let out a gust of air and knew the real reason, Donnie told you the whole funny scenario of Leo needing hair to get into the spa, totally backfired and threw him in jail.

“What places are you not banned from, blue?” You asked, turning over to him with your arms crossed.

He gave you his signature smile and leaned down till you were face to face, his beak just a few inches from your nose.

“Here, just those two places. Your heart? Never.”

“Then what about the Pirate Bazaar?” You mumbled, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as Leo’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Ohhh, I’ve been there! But only for a little bit, let’s go!” He squealed and took your hand and led you through the crowd of animals and other subjects of yokai. His three-fingered hand was cold against your warm one, and you knew Leo and his brothers like closeness to you and April since you were the only warm-blooded creatures; Splinter was too but hugs were hard to get from him. Still, the hand holding made others look over and gush at you two, as if you were a couple.

If only.

He didn’t let go as he took you into lesser crowds, bringing you closer till your arms were touching. You then realized he wasn’t wearing an outfit, but then remembered most of the yokai’s were clothesless as well. His muscles bounced as he walked and you had to do everything to not wrap your fingers around the growing muscle.

STOP STOP STOP THINKING LIKE THIS! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!

His thumb started to brush against yours as he turned to you and you swore you saw a red dash against his cheeks, and it wasn’t his stripes.

“You’ve been friends with me for a whole year! Please, do tell how great it must’ve been to be called my best friend,” he said slyly, wiggling his non-existent eyebrows, causing you to laugh. The joyous melody made Leo weak in the knees.

“You mean, me always having to save your shell from dangerous bad guys, having to endure all your jokes, and then the constant-CONSTANT- marathons of Jipiter Jim and Lou Jitsu to the point all I could do was speak quotes from the movies.”

“Oh yeah, may I remind you that you would text me excited about every movie date? Didn’t someone make their signature hot chocolate just for me when I showed this specific someone their now favorite movie? Ring any bells?” He replied back.

“Pffts, you know what? Your one-liners stink.”

The sword yielding turtle let out a gasp and grasped where his heart would be over his plaston as if he had been shot as he looked down at you.

“My one-liners stink like Raph’s victory stink!”

You laughed and took back his hand and Leo felt his heart flew as your warm hand was gripping onto his cold one. You took the lead and finally made it to the entrance of the pirate grounds. There were booths of stuff that were related to the pirate theme of the area and some were just random selections of things to sell. The smell of seafood and other fried foods drifted into your nose and you led Leo to the entrance.

After getting Lost City Cash at a money machine, you both took a selfie at the front entrance, Leo bringing you close and him having to lean down due to your height.

There was a goblin looking woman in the booth at the entrance and the woman took your money and gave each of you a bracelet to get on rides and such.

“For an extra 20 dollars, you can have a custom pirate outfit that you can switch on and off with ease,” she explained and you and Leo shared the same look, giving the worker a simple nod. She pointed to where single bathrooms were after she got the money.

“Last one there is a rotten turtle egg!”You challenged out as you raced over to the bathroom stalls, the mutant turtle schoffing and charging after you.

With a little bit of magic, you were able to think up your very own pirate outfit with a second band around your wrist so that you could switch it off and on with ease. Leo picked the same outfit he had when he first came to the pirate utopia with Hueso, but didn’t pick an eyepatch this time since he didn’t want to trip in front of you.

You quickly raced out of the changing room after saying thank you to the worker who helped you and looked around, your eyes trying to find the mutant turtle in the crowd. You spotted the long strands of his bandana and felt yourself shudder at how good he looked in a pirate outfit, how the white shirt clung to him and how he had his sword hung against his side instead of over his back. You swallowed the saliva that was swimming in your mouth and quickly dashed over to him, clearing your throat before you spoke in the worst pirate accent.

“My, my, isn’t ye the best booty I’ve ever seen in these vast oceans!”

The red slider turtle quickly turned around but you moved out in front of him.

“Aye, wanna shiver me timbers?” You laughed, throwing another one-liner at him and he turned, his eyes going wide as he almost told you that if you were a pirate, you would be the most beautiful treasure that no man or woman could handle or capture. If you were a pirate he could definitely walk the plank.

“Those jokes are so lame, that they need a peg leg,” he replied, almost hating himself fully for using one of Huesos jokes instead of his own. But you flashed him a smile anyway and motioned him to follow as you made your way through the crowd.

The teenage turtle felt his heart leap after you and gave chase as you made it to the center of the pirate theme park.

Once in the middle, you pulled out the map the woman at the booth gave you and started to read over the activities that you could do.

Leo leaned down close, still a little out of breath, but his confidence had awoken him as he said: “Ya certainly put a shiver in my timber!” he said in a deep pirate accent. You booped his beak away from your face and he blew a raspberry on the index finger.

“So, there is a treasure adventure we can go on, a booth section of stuff to buy, a pirate show of a reenactment of pirate history-Oh! They have timed dances throughout the area! And you can join in!”

“Are you going to join in?”

“Maybe. I could finally dance with someone who doesn’t only do fortnite dances and dabs.”

“Hey, my moves are almost like a work of a pirate ship.”

“Old and needs remodeling?”

“What?! No! Unique and cool.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around Leo’s and led him to the show since it was the closest.

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You stood on the pier as ships and flying creatures dashed by, the glowing lights of the underworld turning into a creamy orange to signify that the day was coming to an end. You leaned your arms over the railing as you scrolled through the photos that had been taken throughout the day. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing your goofy pictures and would scroll past the ones you took specifically of Leo without him knowing.

Speaking of the turtle, he leaned in close to your shoulder as he noticed that your attention was not on him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” He asked, his head slowly getting closer. You felt your body grow warm and quickly turned your phone.

“Bruh,” you giggled and he gave a quiet chuckle and tried to snatch the phone.

“If you’re looking at something, then as your best friend I have a right to see.”

“Fine, hang on.”

You quickly saved the single photos of him into a secret file and moved the phone between them, his head still on your shoulder as he scrolled through the photos, both of you laughing at the one where you fought the pirates and failed.

“What about you? I know you took photos of today for your social,” you commented as you placed your phone into your bag.

Leo took out his phone and hid it out of sight since his home screen was a picture of them together at an abandoned skatepark and he had you in a piggyback ride and he just had to capture the moment. He handed his phone without thinking and started to go through your bag due to boredom.

You scrolled through the photos until you stopped at a specific one. You didn’t remember him telling you to pose for this photo; it was when you had stopped to eat dinner and you happened to watch one of the kids getting a fake pirate hook from a vendor. Your head was supported by your hand as a breeze caused your hair to ripple around your face in an alluring photo. A blush rushes to your face as if you had been hit and soon you started to scroll faster and found more photos of just you; of you waiting in line, in your pirate outfit, several were taken of you during the pirate treasure hunting, when you grabbed a candle from one of the booths in excitement, he even got a cliche photo of you holding his hand while you led him through the crowd.

You felt your heart stop in your ribcage and looked over at the ninja turtle, who was still looking through your bag as if he was hunting for treasure. You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but exit out of his camera roll and looked through his folders on the right side; there was a folder for comic books, shopping, epic moments, even a puns list, then found it at the bottom. It was labeled with a first letter of your name and a heart, and with twitching fingers, you opened it. It wasn’t many photos but enough to where you almost dropped his phone into the water below. There were pictures of you whenever you both hung out, and some he probably got from your social.

Holy Hot Soup, he liked you.

“Okay, now you really look like you have a fever,” Leo commented as he reached for his phone, causing you to swallow and quickly turned off the device and handed it back to him.

“But don’t worry, Doctor Neon Leon will help you get all better,” he said in a baby voice and wrapped his arm around you and brought you close.

“Maybe you need some Vitamin ME,” he whispered and you laughed at yet another ridiculous one-liner made by him. He grinned at the sight of you laughing and rested himself against your side, taking in your scent and warmth.

“Maybe I do, where do I get my prescription Aka Kamon?” You asked slyly, a shit eating grin on your face as Leo blushed. Whenever you could, you would fire back a one-liner and was overjoyed to see him be the one to get flustered and a stuttering mess.

“ Oh, um, well,” he stuttered and mentally kicked himself as he couldn’t think of something to say back and then a question he always wanted an answer to.

“Are you ever going to tell me what those words mean?” He asked.

“Are you ever going to open a book and find out for yourself.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I don’t know how to read. And also, there are phones now, boomers.”

“Then look it up.”

“JuSt GiVe Me A hInT.”

You released a sigh and gave him a look while he returned to you his huge puppy dog eyes look and placed his hands together as his bottom lip wobbled as if he was trying to get out of trouble.

“Finnnne, but only because it’s our best friend’s day.”

You poked the red stripe against his face and then pointed upward, a smirk growing on your face as he gave a confused one.

“WHAT KIND OF HINT IS THAT??”

“A pretty good one in my opinion.”

The red slider turtle let out a large groan as he crossed his arms, his face growing tight as he tried to think of what the hint meant.

“Are you just calling me stripes but in Japanese?” He said with a groan.

“Leo you insult me, it would be kind of stupid to call you stripes in both English and Japanese.”

He mimicked your talking right as you finished and he received an eye roll as he continued on thinking.

So, it wasn’t the stripes, maybe the color? Or the shape?

“Man, this is hurting my brain, this best friend day sucks.” He said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Okay, okay. The two words are a color and a shape. Is that better?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

You continued to watch as Leo tried to put the pieces together and you wished you could get this on video, but it would be too obvious, so instead you painted it into your mind.

“So, the color is totally red, but the shape I’m lost at. Why did you point at the sky? Is that a clue? Why did you make this so difficult?”

“Because I’m a difficult person.”

“I do like a challenge.”

“One more hint, it’s the shape of something in the sky.”

Leo looked up at the fake Lost City sky and squinted as the fake sun started to set and the moon would start to rise.

“Red Moon?”

“Close. It’s Red Crest.”

The blue bandana turtle searched the horizon for an answer for why you called him that as you looked away due to embarrassment.

“Why?” He simply asked as he looked over; he could always tell when you were nervous, your eyes would always dart around and your left foot would start to shake. You rose to a tallen stance though and looked over at his hands.

“I just find your marks...alluring. In Japanese culture, the red moon is respected due to its power. I just thought you deserved to have a nickname that represented you.”

Leo felt his face go completely red that it could put Raph’s mask to so much shame that it would go bland. All this time he thought you were just calling him something insulting in Japanese, but it was a nickname that you made up for him. Not like Raph’s, Donnie’s, Mikey’s or April’s, it was one you made up for him and only him.

“Stop looking at me before I throw you off this dock so I can live the rest of my life without this embarrassment,” you laughed nervously as your fingers combed through your hair and let out a shaky breath.

Leo started to get his little shakes as he let out a confused laugh.

“All this time I thought you were calling me a stupid turtle or somethin in Japanese, whoa oh boy was I wrong.”

You both looked away from each other and the atmosphere became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, I still don’t know, you thought, but then you felt his finger poke your elbow and looked over at him, and the soft expression on his face almost made you melt.

“But how can I stop looking at you?”

Your breathing immediately hitched.

“Are you blushing? It’s a good feeling to know that I do it.”

You could only cover your face as you leaned against the railing on your elbows and looked between your fingers at him. You hated being so flustered up, but with Leo dripping with confidence, it made you want to curl into a muttering mess.

Leo watched you with amusement and went to touch you, but then fell back. He remembered how he started the physical touch between you two, holding your hand, always leaning on you, every movie night you would be his cushion. But you two couldn’t kiss, couldn’t cudde too close, he couldn’t tell you he loved you more than just a best friend.

He hated how the day went by so fast and now he wanted to do what he has wanted to do for months. But he couldn’t work up the courage, he had a ton of one-liners to ask you out, to ask if you returned the feelings, even though he was mutant turtle that lived in the sewer and fought enemies that could destroy the whole world and wholly Ōdachi he can’t ask you to be a part of that life.

But, the way you would smile at him and how you always gave him credit for the growth into someone you wanted to be. How you saw something in him that he didn’t even see, and he wanted to keep being whatever you saw.

He just wanted you.

So, he worked up the courage, tried to make the sweat stop rolling down his body, and looked at person he had fallen for

“Y/N.”

You tensed up, you had never heard Leo sound so serious in his life.

“Yeah?”

“With this being.....I mean if I’m wrong. Would you consider this a date-date?” He spilled out, and he wanted to climb into his shell like Mikey and never come out. He let out a gust of air and didn’t look over at you, his fingers messing within each other. It was silent between you, the city life buzzing around them as yokai’s came and went. You wanted to scream out in joy and say yes a hundred times, but you also had to be careful, along with if Leo was being a bubbly mess, you wanted to take advantage of it as long as you could.

Spotting a red and blue flower with a bright yellow center growing on the side of the deck, you wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it from its roots. To Leo’s surprise, you pushed your way under his arm until it was back over your shoulders. The blush on his face was noticeable and with being against his chest you noticed his uneven breaths.

“I do. And I would like more of them, if you want to.” You answered and handed him the flower. He shakenly took the flower in his hand and his confidence came crashing back to him, knowing that the feeling was mutual. As quickly as you gave him the flower he leaned over and placed the flower over your ear. Your eyes widened with surprise and quickly averted them away, a nervous but sweet chuckle escaping your lips. But the Red-eared slider never averted his gaze away from you.

“I would like that too,” he answered back.

You both stood there for a while, your head curled into Leo’s chest as his own head rested on yours. You were used to being close, but this was different, this filled you up with knowing and it made the physical connection much more warmer and scarier. Little lights started to flicker around as the city started to get dark, even with no sun or moon. Leo brought you closer and buried his face into your hair, a long sigh escaping his lips in content, his mind slowing down for once and just taking in this moment.

But the moment went quicker than expected as a low yawn escaped your mouth and the red slider turtle remembered that it was getting late.

“Alright, sleepy head, I think it’s time to raise anchor and set sail for home,” he joked as he lifted himself off of you and then held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you gladly took it and let him lead you back to the entrance of the Pirate Bazaar. He could just use his sword, but he wanted to juice out every moment with you.

The hand hold was different in some way, you gripped his hand tighter and when he came to a stop you would use your other hand to lightly touch his biccup before continuing on.

You gave the booth teller their costume bracelets back and walked a few feet ahead before Leo pulled out his sword and created a portal.

He once again bowed his head as he moved to the side.

“After you.”

Through tired eyes she gave him a smirk as she was halfway through the portal.

“Thank you.”

He followed you through the portal and took the step onto your apartment’s fire escape, the flashing lights of New York City spilling over your side as you opened your bedroom window; throwing your bag inside before turning to Leo. You both turned to each other and then quickly averted eye-contact with each other.

“I had a lot of fun today, Leo. Thanks for being a good fri-” you stopped yourself since you didn’t know if you two were still just friends, or more.

He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, chief, it was,” Leo said and then let out a groan at the terrible execution.

You knew that you had to make the first move now or else you both would accidentally place yourselves into the “friend zone”.

“Leo, can you bend down a little bit?”

“Why? Tired of being the only short one?”

“You can say that.”

He bent down till he was on your level, a smug smile on his lips. You let out your form of a chuckle as you curved your fingers under his chin. The teenage turtle instantly felt weak in the knees and thought that his legs would give out from under him and became a stuttering mess as you both made eye-contact.

“Um, haha, is it hot or did you know that, uhh,” he mumbled as you tilted his head to the side and placed a small kiss against his red stripe, instantly making his whole body, for once in his life, burning.

Your lips were soft against his skin and he stood there as you leaned away and climbed back into your room.

“Goodnight, Leo,”you mumbled, your hands shaking against the window.

“N-night.”

You closed the window and walked away while Leo stood there, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He got a kiss from you, from you. He never felt so much adrenaline rush through his body and all he wanted to do was go back in time so he could’ve moved his lips over.

He took a step towards the window and then took that step back. What should he do? What could he do? Were you both dating now? Or were you two at the very edge of the line of a relationship?

He wanted to call his brothers or April for advice, especially since she would slap some sense into him. His shakes were coming back.

He let out a grunt and rubbed his eyes as he tried to decide what to do. He looked back at the window and saw that you had turned on your lights. He walked up to the window and knocked.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the light tap against your window and your heart started to race faster than it already was. You were already shaken up by having enough courage to kiss him but if that was him then what if he didn’t want the kiss?

The knock came again and you took a few deep breaths before you moved the curtain aside and there he was, his face all flustered up as he gave a small wave as she opened the window.

“Yes?” You questioned as you leaned your hands over the window seal. You hoped that the silky night of the sky hid your flustered face.

“I honestly didn’t think this far ahead,” he spilled out as he let out a nervous laugh as he leaned against the window.

You looked up at him and Leo blinked several times in wonderment at the startled expression that crossed your face. Leo took a deep breath and gave you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Knock knock.”

“Wow, you’re doing jokes in the same place now are ya?”

“Just do the joke.”

You giggled and fluttered your eyes mockingly at him.

“Can I who?”

“Who’s there?

“Can I?”

“Can I...Can I kiss you?”

Even though it was a terrible joke, you felt like you could throw up all of your guts for how fast your heart rate was. Kissing him on the cheek was a challenge but at least you didn’t have to worry about his lips against yours. Do turtles have lips? Or beaks?

The word yes slipped out before you had a second thought.

Before you knew it, Leo’s hands were slipping into your own, the tip of your fingers shaking but Leo reinsured you with a stroke of his thumb You looked up at him and was taken aback at how handsome he was, how his stripes glowed in the moonlight and his blue bandana flew behind him as he leaned down.

Oh you were glad he didn’t have his lips puckered or drool hanging out of his mouth like in the cartoons.

Swallowing any other signs of panic that were trying to build in your body as you leaned in.

The city of New York continued on around you both as the kiss ended; it was soft and sweet, not a full one, but it left both of you speechless. You felt as if your stomach was falling apart and Leo thought he could slip off the stairway. He was still holding your hands before you both departed, but with your free hands, you grabbed his face and brought him in once again. The red slider turtle’s eyes went wide as moons as this kiss much more, more than he could ever dream of.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly lifted you up, burying his face into yours under the moonlight. He tangled himself around you as your hands wrapped around his neck and Leo felt his stomach flip at the actions. Your shirt was warm against his chest and he tried to focus in on that instead of the worry of messing this up. He leaned more down as his hand slipped into the back of your neck. Due to the lack of experience, the kiss was sloppy and messy and anxiety swam between the connection between the two of you.

But it was a tender memory of a kiss between the two of you, to remember as your first.

You both finally separated, your chest heaving as you tried to get your feelings under control. His arms were still wrapped around you and your hands had slipped down onto his plaston, the hard material rising and falling under your fingers. Leo felt himself lean back, the shock setting in that he just had his first kiss and it was that deep and romantic and that….

The teen turtle felt his shell bump against the railing and you quickly latched onto him to stop him from falling, a horse laugh coming out of your mouth.

“Guess you can say that you’re falling for me?” You asked, Leo knew now that he had to have a fever for how hot his face felt. He let out a few breathless laughs as he tried to calm himself down, longing and fear still lingering in his heart.

All he could do was pull you into a hug and whisper out, “I just want to stay here and kiss and hold you and Y/N I can't feel my heart.”

He buried himself into your neck as he once again slightly picked you up, hoping that your warm body would calm him down, but the organ in his chest raced on as you hugged him back, your arms barely going around his shell.

“Leo, will you be my boyfriend?”

My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words rang in his head like chimes as he slightly pulled away to look at her, the harsh blush on her face giving him an ego boost as he grinned at her.

“Being called a boyfriend, eh? Neon Leon already has so many cool names, but boyfriend is probably the best name to be called, especially if it’s only you saying it.”

“Probably? I guess I should just give the boyfriend title to someone else, then.”

“What?! No, no, no. I already called it, I’m your boyfriend capiche? Now come here.” He pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a little spin, a laugh escaping your throat as you held on.

“Leo! We can fall, and my back cannot handle cement like yours!”

#ROTTMNT #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x leo #rottmnt leo #ROTTMNTXREADER #rottmntleo #rottmnt reader x leo #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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Just finished reading A Witch in Wartwood and I have to say it's really good! Aside from the excellent characterization and writing, it's nice to see a role swap AU that's more willing to break with the stations of canon and go off into it's own direction.

Hmm, odd thought, since they're so similar in a lot of aspects yet starkly different in others, what do you suppose would happen if Marcy took the place of Luz in The Owl House? Actually quite easy to set something like that up, the plot of Amphibia just... doesn't happen and Marcy's parents happen to move to Connecticut.

Thank you! I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far. And yeah, I think an important element of any AU is to explore how things could have gone differently. Cause otherwise what would be the point.

Speaking of Anon, I kind of wish you had sent this in the morning cause the second half of your question straight up dug into my brain I can't stop thinking about it and it is now 4am. (or it was, I passed out after about 1000 words can came back the next day. )

But since I don't have time in my life for a second massive retelling fanfic staring Marcy Wu, here is just a rough outline of the first 4 episodes + Prologue of such an AU

Prologue: Calamity Trio

Okay, so there are 2 ways to handle this, both I think are good, not sure which I would go with if I had to choose, but luckily I don't so here are the options

The move has more or less destroyed the girls relationship. Without Marcy there to mediate Anne and Sasha hit a breaking point and when Marcy refuses to choose a side, she ends up losing both of them as friends. This as an option is interesting because unlike Luz it would give Marcy less of an incentive to have/find a way home once she goes to the boiling isles.

The move was very recent and Marcy is still in contact with Anne and Sasha and after getting trapped in the other world wants to get back before a scheduled trip to visit them in LA for the summer. This I think gives her some interesting motivation vis a vis Eda, (which will make sense in a moment) but I like less because it gives her a lot of active baggage to carry into this AU.

Chapter 1: The Castle

I think we start out with more or less the original set up for Luz. Marcy spots a strange species of owl she can't identify stealing trash and just follows it out of curiosity. She ends up following owlbert through the portal gets spooked by Eda and ends up right at this moment ···

Which is where we hit our first Major change. And it. Is. A. Doozy. Marcy fails to stop herself at the cliffside and just plunges over the side cause she be clumsy like that. She breaks something, lets call it a leg for old times sake. She gets taken in by the Guard to the healing coven, and while she is resting, a report that there is a human on the boiling island makes its way to Belos.

Belos immediately takes an interest in Marcy and has her brought to the castle. He is extremely pleased to meet another human for the first time in centuries, but is put off Marcy makes it clear she is fascinated by this world of magic and wants to learn some herself (cause of course she does). So he sets to disabusing her of these wants by assigning her to the most prickly, uptight, and generally unpleasant Witch he has under his employ: Lilith "Punched me in the face 3 centuries ago and I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN" Clawthorne.

Believing that A. Lilith would resent having to look after a powerless human and would push Marcy to put more value into listening to Belos. Belos gives Marcy a gift of an illusion stone that will subtly shift her appearance to be more witch-like, so that she will draw less attention to herself.

Chapter 2: Black Magic

Marcy, like Luz, is extremely excited to learn magic, but her expectations are crushed when Lilith coolly informs her that, as a human, Marcy has no bile sack and will never be able to do magic. He then just sets her down in her office and leaves her there when a report on Eda's actions comes in and Lilith decides to go handle it.

Marcy, without much else to do decides to start reading Lilith's history books. By the time Lilith comes back, probably humiliated by Eda again, Marcy has QUESTIONS. Just incredibly curious about the history of the isles and magic in general. Lilith is taken off guard at first, but tries to keep herself distant, still resenting being charged with babysitting Marcy.

Then Marcy asks about a theory made by one of Lilith's historical rivals and she just goes off on an academic tirade about how under sourced and garbage his conclusions are. Eventually getting so annoyed incensed that she insists the two of them go on an expedition just to prove Lilith's old school rival wrong. Marcy is down cause, hell yeah, adventure. They have a fun romp in some ancient temple where at first it seems like Lilith is proven wrong at every turn, but eventually uncover that her rival was just forging evidence to shore up her bad theory.

They both return to the castle, Lilith more than satisfied to prove her rival a fraud. She's also genuinely happy she had a chance to talk about history with someone and wonders why Marcy, a human, would be so invested in the history of witches.Marcy forlornly states that if she can't be a witch herself, at least she can learn about real life magic vicariously through the history of witches. Lilith, feeling a pang of guilt for the way she dismissed Marcy's dreams earlier gives it some more thought.

Lilith then voices that there is one coven track Marcy might be able to do. It will be difficult, since she won't be able to easily gather her own components, but that it was possible potion making might be within Marcy's capabilities even without magic. (We know this is possible because in season 2 Eda and Lilith both keep creating potions despite having no magic. )

Marcy is of course psyched and hugs Lilith, extremely grateful to be given the chance to learn magic. During the lesson, Marcy voices curiosity as to why, if potion making can be done without magic, is it one of the 9 covens. Afterall, if anyone can do potioncraft regardless of sigil, why even try to limit it with one? Lilith can't actually answer her beyond the 'titan wills it' thing, and this is a seed of curiosity that will eventually sprout into doubt for Lilith.

Chapter 3: Hunting for Glyphs.

We get Hunter early, cause of course.

Marcy has been having weekly meetings with Belos, and Hunter is extremely distrustful (and jealous) of Marcy. . During one of these meetings Marcy admits that while things were going alright with Lilith and she appreciates Belos taking time each week to talk to her, it is a little lonely without anyone her age to talk to. On a related note, Belos is a little annoyed Marcy has begun to learn potioncraft, but is comforted when Marcy compares it to the human pursuit of chemistry.

After said meeting, Hunter ambushes Marcy about her intentions, making wild accusations of her wanting to pursue wild magic!

"What's wild magic?" Marcy asks, understandably.

Hunter then goes into maybe a little too much detail about it and Marcy just keeps feeding him questions until he lets slip that there were even demons without a scratch of magic to their name who were said to be capable of wild magic. Then that witches used to gather by the knee cause it was a great source of power.

Marcy now armed with knowledge that it might be possible for her to learn even more magic, thanks hunter and sets out for the knee. Hunter is a bit bewildered on how the conversation had gotten away from him but decides that she'll probably die out there all alone and is satisfied. Worse comes to worse, he could have her charged with heresy for her now genuine interest in wild magic.

This is when Belos calls Hunter in and basically sets Hunter up to be Marcy's playmate, explaining that Hunter should consider Marcy distant family lost in a new world and needing their guidance to stay on the correct path. He asks that Hunter keep an eye on her and to keep her safe. Brokering no argument.

Hunter now scared out of his mind of disappointing Belos by getting Marcy killed races off after her. Marcy is fully outfitted for the snowing environment (cause she studied the geography of the islands) Hunter finds her as the Golden Guard and insists they return to the castle together. Marcy refuses and the two basically get into a slap fight over it, and Hunters staff gets thrown down into a canyon. When he panics Marcy asks why he doesn't just use magic to summon it back to him or something, and Hunter is basically forced to admit he can't do magic without the staff.

Hunter is in no way prepared for the cold environment and now basically needs to rely on Marcy to not freeze to death up on the knee. They travel down into the canyon to retrieve Hunter's staff and discover the ice glyph in frozen ice crystals. Hunter is wary but Marcy has proven all the way down to this point that studying and knowledge is nothing to fear. Ignorance is where danger lies, and if they wanted to really be safe from wild magic, they would have to understand it.

They discover the staff has been taken in by some clever predator (demon probably) and Hunter is forced to use the ice glyph to save Marcy, coming around to Marcy's way of thinking. The two make a secret pact to study wild magic, Hunter so he might find a way to cure his uncle and Marcy who just wants to learn.

These two will basically develop a bickering sibling relationship.

Episode 4: Ridealong

So context for this requires a headcanon of mine. In Covention its implied that Amity is a student of Lilith's but that's never really elaborated on or explored after that episode. So my headcanon for that is that Amity was basically a part of a Emperor's Coven internship program that Amity earned and includes spending time with the head of the emperor's coven (Lilith). Canon!Amity backs out of the program after being humiliated at the covention.

Alright! Back to the Au

so Amity shows up to shadow Lilith for the day, and there's this... other girl there? For some reason? And Lilith who is usually this unshakable rock of cool demeanor is laughing at this girl's cringe-y niche history jokes? And worse, Lilith is returning them?!? With worse jokes?! Also before they set off Lilith gives Marcy a bracelet of Clumsiness Token, which acts as a kind of featherfall charm, so that Marcy stops injuring herself by tripping over her own two feet. Amity quickly sees the necessity of this and is again utterly bewildered as to how Marcy could be in the same lofty position Amity had to earn.

Amity immediately becomes suspicious of Marcy, thinking she must have some kind of hold over Lilith. Marcy is totally unaware of this animosity as the group goes about their day.

At some point Marcy offers Lilith one of her concoctions and Amity smacks it out of hand. Lilith explains that Marcy was just trying to recreate 'soda' some far off beverage and Amity is embarrassed(I don't remember if there is witch soda in the Owl House). Marcy offers one to Amity for their mid morning break, and Amity takes it reluctantly complimenting the flavor.

A second misunderstanding occurs when they are trying to apprehend some demon in the name of the coven. Amity, eager to upstage Marcy summons an abomination to grab the demon and restrain them. Marcy, nose in a book, then tackles Amity to the side and Amity goes off on her for trying to sabotage the capture(loud enough for Lilith to hear). only for the demon Amity's abomination is grappling with to explodes spikes everywhere and the place Amity had been standing is absolutely pincushion. Marcy explains that type of demon had a defense mechanism when something tries to hold it down. Lilith commends Marcy for her quick thinking and Amity is again humiliated.

The third misunderstanding comes near the end of the day, when Amity notices the illusion stone on Marcy's wrist. Amity rips it off and reveals Marcy as a human 'revealing the truth' to Lilith, explaining how Marcy was tricking her. Lilith, already knowing Marcy's circumstances is exasperated with the young Miss Blight. She snatches the illusion stone and hands it back to Marcy. Lilith explains that she had hoped today to serve as a meeting between her two protégé's prior to Marcy's enrollment into Hex side, but that perhaps she didn't need two protege's if today was indicative of Amity's attitude.

Amity is extremely frustrated, but Marcy makes a show of digging through her bag and just before Lilith officially does away with Amity's internship interrupts her. Marcy sheepishly explains that she thinks she might have given Amity a potion of paranoia by mistake during their break earlier. Lilith horrified and starts lecturing Marcy on how irresponsible it is to keep potions unlabeled like that, and begs her to consider what might have happened if she, the head of the Emperor's Coven had received the potion in place of Amity.

Amity meanwhile is perplexed cause she felt this suspicion towards Marcy prior to the potion and didn't feel like anything had been enhanced.

Marcy apologizes but explains that she still has the antidote and hurries over to hand it over to Amity. Amity takes it hesitantly but Lilith insists, saying any hesitation she feels is likely the remains of the paranoia potion in her system. Amity drinks, confirming it is not an antidote and instead more of the sugary soda. Marcy gives Amity a little wink, letting her in on the lie.

Lilith is disappointed in Marcy and apologizes to Amity for mix up. Marcy gives Amity a little wave as they depart on Lilith's staff. Amity returns it, feeling a confused sense of gratitude.

Alright out of my system, I would probably refine this more if I was full on going to write it, but the basic idea would be Hunter, Marcy, and Amity becoming our main trio with Eda as a kind of light hearted season antagonist. Right up until the finale when the gang finds the graveyard of the Golden Guards and Belos is revealed for what he truly is.

Also Marcy "I employed Chemical Warfare in my first onscreen appearance" Wu absolutely wrecks Boscha in a witches duel after an episode of Amity and Hunter both stressing over it, thinking Marcy couldn't be ruthless or malicious enough to take on the school bully. I'm not sure how I would justify getting Hunter into Hexside, but I think it would be fun.

#awiw #the owl house #amphibia #au #Marcy in the Boiling Isles #I don't have a better name than that #god this kept me up all night #fun to think about

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Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat, back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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