#magical group au

[gamerbearmira]

Someone help them

I think their transformations would be different. Julieta's happens essentially all the same time, giving her not much time to react. The only reason she had time to slip off and hide was because the brooch started making a chiming sound, and it just kept getting faster, so she sort of knew what that meant. It was kind of muscle memory 😭

She by far reacts the fastest, again, muscle memory. I think it stemmed from the paranoia of when they were younger and Alma, on multiple occasions, almost caught them. So Julieta instinctively ran to the nearest alley 💀💀

For Pepa?? I feel like, in a way, she was most resistant. In this au, I wanna say she's not uoset with Bruno about the wedding, but more so about the disbandment of their little magical group. She doesn't place all the blame on him, but she's more upset with him than Julieta because they viewed solutions to defeating the monsters so differently. But she really does love him, both of them; the last thing she wanted was to split.

Anyway, she noticed it first cause the collar to her dress started warping and changing and her skirt got shorter. She sort of ignored the chiming, though it was an indication. She just thought she could stop it.

She was wrong lmao

Bruno had no time. Hardly a reaction. He heard a chiming, took it out of his ruana and watched as the chiming grew louder and faster and the light grew brighter. Energy collected around it and for some dumb reason, he brought it vloser to his face. He was almost immediately blasted with a surge of magic.

He was transformed the fastest, but that was mostly cause he was alone at the time 😭😭

[kenjo-arts]

magical boy au SBI doodles!

[lichenbug]

haha get friendshipped. idiot.

[carouselunique]

I have several villains planned already, yes! Here is Lyra who takes the place Starlight Glimmer occupies in the narrative!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 147

“It wasn’t my fault!” 

It really wasn’t. Natural portals open all the time, and it wasn’t like he was the one driving! They were just testing out some new gear in the Zone, and the motorcycle was for Jazz so she needed to know how to use it! 

So really, it’s not his fault they’re stuck in another world until another portal opens, nor is it his fault that they’re getting chased by a bunch of yellow-eyed undead. No Tucker, they aren’t your friends just because they have gold-eyes too- and Sam please don’t ask the plants to stab them, they don’t need ghost gold-eyed creeps after them! 

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weeee fantasy au scribbles look at these Guys

[revelry-in-severity]

In the world where Tsukasa passes his phoenix audition, I still think Emu meets Rui. She full on tackles him and drags him to the wonder stage before he could even think of escaping.

And of course Nene eventually joins, but it's just the three of them until the Christmas show

At which point Sakurako tries to show off Tsukasa as a new and already successful actor, but he falls off the stage or something, so no one believes her

[as-thra]

as, sommie, abi, n cassie become prefects and this happens

aslan asks to be jailed bc he doesn't want to say no to daniel's requests, cassie has to be the strict one, and abi n somer are her back ups

kyle and octavian get to watch this go down from detention jail

somerild is @sunglow-fae's, octavian is @itsachillesbtch's, and kyle is @cynosure404's !!

[lavendersartistry]

Finished the hierarchy of heretics so here's everyone:

Matron in the Playhouse : Heretics Hierarchy

CW/TW: mentions of murder, hysteria, cannibalism, torture, death

Overseers

- Overseers are those beyond Playcare that see who enters Playtime Co. and alerts all heretics.

- This group was Huggy Wuggy, Kissy Missy, Mommy Long Legs, and Daddy Long Legs.

- Kissy Missy and Daddy Long Legs remain as this group due to Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Long Legs deciding to fend for themselves after some time of The Hour of Joy and later being killed by Player in Chapter 1-2.

Brains and Brawn

- Brains and Brawn are those who are essentially the leaders of the heretics. They assign roles to others to keep all within the Safe House and those who are brought in are safe and taken care of, as well as make masks and weapons for the groups that go out and recover any information that the Bigger Bodies Initiative have left after The Hour of Joy.

- This group was Poppy Playtime, Eve Ewe, and DogDay.

- Poppy Playtime and Eve Ewe remain as during/after Chapter 3 events, DogDay is used as a Mini Critter skinsuit to chase the Player/Angel and is presumed dead.

Medics

- Medics are the team that are responsible for the heretic's health and bodily functions. They deal with any damages and injuries and perform stitching surgeries for those who may have lost limbs that the Medics have pre-made as replacements. Medics usually alert the Brains and Brawn if supplies run low so it can be stocked up before it is completely out.

- This group was PrettyPanda and CraftyCorn.

- PrettyPanda remains as the only medical provider due to CraftyCorn going into hysteria and killing a fellow heretic for "more red paint".

Voyagers

- Voyagers are the team that helps keep the heretics within the Safe House going and remain alive. They scout out areas of the Playcare and other areas within the facility for any survivors, supplies for Medics, mechanical parts for weaponry and masks, retrieve any grabpacks left behind, and ward off CatNap's henchmen and sometimes CatNap himself.

- This group was Dee Dragonette, SillySquirrel, KickinChicken, Hoppy Hopscotch, and Bubba Bubbaphant.

- Dee Dragonette, SillySquirrel, and KickinChicken remain as this group as Bubba Bubbaphant lost his way during The Hour of Joy and Hoppy Hopscotch is put into a different role.

Barn Hands

- Barn Hands either travel with Voyagers or on their own accord to find and retrieve any type of edible food and Poppy serum.

- This group was PickyPiggy and Bron.

- Bron remains as Hoppy Hopscotch and Bobby Bearhug move to this role after PickyPiggy tries to commit cannibalism.

Hansel & Gretel

- Hansel & Gretel specialize in being with the Voyagers to make guides back to the Safe House or make a note of what place is best to scavenge material. They use webbing, paper red hearts, and cryptic messages that only those who reside in the Safe House can decipher.

- This group was Bobby Bearhug and Wally Webbs.

- This team is eliminated as Bobby Bearhug moves to being a Barn Hand and due to Wally Webbs being killed by CraftyCorn.

[sunriseindigo]

a drdt Magical girl au maybe?

it’s hard being a magical girl witch…..

[gamerbearmira]

Awww :(

The sisters are fighting :(( cause they miss their brother :((( will they make up :((((

Geh get geh

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Julieta hid in an alley as her clothes began to glow brighter and brighter. While her eyes didn't technically sting from the light, it jarred her so much she closed her eyes. There was a chiming sound and a bright, cheery voice.

'Gol—peteo!'

Julieta kept her eyes closed, before they fluttered open. She looked around. Nothing...nothing changed.

At least that's what she thought. She finally pushed herself off of the wall and immediately felt ruffles and a different pair of shoes. She looked down, and her eyes widened. She tugged at the clothes, unable to believes her eyes. She hadn't seen these clothes in decacdes! There was no way, absolutely no way that this was happening.

Her eyes fell to just where her collar was. "The brooch!" She whisper-shouted, tugging at it. No use. It wasn't budging at all. It was like it was attached to her. But that was it wasn't it? When she was younger, that same thing stayed, simply so that when she and her siblings fought, it wouldn't go flying.

"Julieta!" Hearing her name, she turned towards the source, blinking rapidly. As if to clear her vision; though there was nothing wrong with it. The sight in front her just took her off guard.

Pepa was stumbling in from the other side of the alley; near the fields, where she must've been watering crops. She was wearing a different dress, the same one from all those years ago. A storm was above her head; likely amplified by the power of the brooch. It wasn't a surprise.

Julieta rushed towards Pepa, catching her as she tripped up on her own feet. Her shoes quickly changed, going from flat soles to heels; Pepa had no time to react. She immediately began falling forward. Julieta caught her, and Pepa quickly tried to catch her breath.

"J-Julieta?" Pepa stared at her elder sister. "You're transformed? You're transformed! Julieta, you're transformed!"

Julieta blinked before holdimg her at arm's length. "So have you!" Pepa yelled, just as her hair was tied off with a small, yellow glowing hair tie.

"But we haven't in years!" Pepa said. "I think...I think they've started up again. I just don't know how!"

"We need to change back, we can't stay like this. I know people won't recognize us, but it'll only be a matter of time before people realize we're missing," Julieta said, slightly mummuring as she tried to pull the gloves off of her hands. They came off, but immediately came right back onto her hands in a small sparkle of blue light.

Pepa's storm rumbled as she glanced around. "You know we can't revert back unless, you know. Bru...the Time Guardian is here," Pepa said, her voice barely a whisper.

Julieta looked at her, sad. Not even upset, just sad. "You mean Brun-" Julieta was cut off when Pepa's gloved hands covered her mouth.

"We don't say his name!" She said. Julieta looked shocked before she swatted Pepa's hands away. "We don't talk about Bruno!

"Pepa! You can't stay mad at him forever! You can't keep living like this! Being mad at him forever!" Julieta yelled and Pepa looked shocked. She was about to speak up, but Julieta beat her to it, her eyes filled with tears in her eyes. "It wasn't even his fault! It was mine!"

Pepa and Julieta stared at each other. Her words hung in the air. Pepa's cloud darkened as rain began to pour down. "...What?"

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Guys what :((((( she confessed...but to what??? Hmmmmm

I guess we’ll never know (a.k.a I can’t come up with ideas fast enough so I haven’t come up with it yet)

[sun-e-chips]

Per waterpark au, you mentioned that they were able to retain water in their frame to add to their weight. Do they have any other useful skills built in?

You've yet to mention any human employees, and we already know they double as Life Guards, so I'm curious if they're able to imitate breath for CPR as necessary or if there's a proper nurse of sorts on-site for these cases. I'm curious about all of it actually. The whole AU. Like every square inch of it in fact (<<< withholding 742 more questions, visibly frothing at the mouth)

Oh ho ho!!!! I see you caught onto that lil detail hehe

Yes they have that feature built in for heavy duty labor and emergency purposes only. One of those purpose being minor construction. As of currently there are no human employees so when the park needs maintenance the sun and moon are the brawn to get the job done! Lil fun fact the park did have human employees during the first two years of the park being opened, but not in the sense you might be thinking. The waterpark is a branch of the Fazz Company but it was a very experimental one. Having animatronics mixed with water, the chair heads weren’t entirely confident in its popularity so they didn’t focus much of their attention on it during it’s construction so a small team came together to build it as a sort of passion project that could function on its own without much leadership. Hence on opening 3 types of animatronics were designed to run and maintain the waterpark. The only human employees were designers, marketers, financial advisors and other outside overseers of the park.

After the two years Sun and Moon gained ownership of the waterpark under some minor agreements. The park still has an attachment with Fazzco and all of the shares that aren’t going towards the waterpark directly go to them, other than that they released all the other responsibilities to our two animatronics. It’s not the greatest deal but Fazco doesn’t stick their nose into their business and the boys are free to do as they please with how they want to run their waterpark!

(And yes the boys are able to perform CPR haha, they can blow up a tube within 6 seconds! They also can fool around and blow the hats off of guest, it didn’t take poor y/n long to find out about that)

[lichenbug]

chryssy is a sore loser. her n trixie have so much in common :3

[scoops-aboy86]

I've had a terrible day, comment to ease my turmoil?

Oh, and towards the end of this chapter, “Luck can’t fix stupid” is just Eddie being hard on himself. He is a good boy who is trying his best. 

Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 of the love spell no go au

By morning, Eddie wakes to find that he’s rolled over in the night and Steve has burrowed into his arms. Hair that smells of Eddie’s shampoo tickles at his nose, and Steve is warm. A tingling under Eddie’s fingertips where they’re draped across Steve’s back tell him that his healing spells are still working—maybe that’s why Steve is sleeping so peacefully that it’s already dawn. 

Nancy was supposed to have woken Steve for his guard shift, probably hours ago. Huh.

Eddie wants to melt into this and soak it up, just in case he never gets another chance, but… there’s too much going on right now to get caught up in whatever this might be. Better to take a page from Steve’s book and let it be, hold his tongue and wait until they’re not dealing with an interdimensional catastrophe. 

Careful not to wake the (beautiful, brave, captivating) boy in his arms, he extracts himself carefully from the bed. He can’t resist leaving a soft kiss on Steve’s temple before he goes, though, his heart clenching and expanding and basically exploding in his chest when Steve shifts with a sigh and presses his full body into the space Eddie just vacated, seeking the lost body heat and breathing deeply against Eddie’s pillow. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.

Instead of crawling right back into bed like he wants to, Eddie slinks out of the room and down the short hallway to the living room, eyes averted from the fleshy gash in the ceiling. Nancy is standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed as she stares up at it—but her eyes are clear, and she refocuses on Eddie as soon as he clears his throat. 

“So, uh,” he croaks, throat still rough from sleep. “Watch system kinda broke down, didn’t it?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Nancy replies, too quick not to be at least a little defensive. 

Eddie peers past her to Robin, who is asleep face-down on the couch with his uncle’s scratchy wool blanket draped over her. “Not saying I blame you there, Wheeler, but. Did you try?”

After a pause, Nancy lets out a breath that seems to come from all the way down to her toes, stiff shoulders slumping just a little and world weary in a way that no teenager should have to sound. “No.”

He flashes her a brittle smile, because yeah, he gets it. The only reason he’d managed any shut-eye was probably thanks to Steve’s reassuringly steady breathing at his back. “Fair enough. Instant coffee?”

There’s only the slightest twitch of distaste in her expression (he’s betting the Wheelers can afford actual coffee beans and shit) before she nods. “Coffee would be great.”

Which kind of makes him feel like a waiter, but he did offer. Eddie puts his back firmly to the gate and pokes around the kitchen for a pot to fill with water, pours it into four different mugs once it’s come to a boil, and dutifully stirs in the shitty off-brand Folgers. 

He sips his own somberly, pensive. All his life, it’s been drilled into him that magic is to be kept secret, cast in the shadows and never so flashy that it would draw too much outside attention. That’s what had gotten his dad locked up. 

But this group already knows about magic, even if they only refer to it as such using dnd metaphors that are actually more accurate than they think. Hell, maybe psychic powers are just a different method of spell casting—that’s deeper into magic theory than he usually ventures to go, though, so whatever. Not important right now. The point is… they could all die. It’s a very real possibility, especially for Max, and Eddie’s seen how that goes twice now. If there’s anything he can do to help, he has to try. 

Which means… he has to tell them. 

After Nancy recounts what Vecna showed her, after they formulate a plan that makes Eddie’s stomach clench and roll with dread, Eddie opens his mouth and says, “Guys, I have to tell you something.”

They sit patiently if a little incredulously through his explanation. A little more credulously once he gives a demonstration, turning an apple from the Mayfield’s kitchen blue, then, purple, then neon orange, then back to red and slicing it down the middle into an even seven pieces without so much as touching it. 

Dustin speaks up first, because of course he does—interrogating him about what offensive and defensive spells he knows, leading with examples that Eddie recognizes almost word for word from the Monster Manual. Lucas joins in after a minute, the boys’ enthusiasm snowballing until suddenly they’re drafting a list of things they want to see if Eddie can do. 

It’s Steve who ends up putting a stop to that, snapping. “Hey shitheads, he’s not a show pony and he’s not going to do tricks just to satisfy your scientific whatever, alright? You wouldn’t do that to Eleven, we’re not doing it to Eddie.”

“Scientific method, Steve,” Dustin grumbles, but relents. Eddie shoots a grateful look to Steve over the kid’s shoulder, and the smile he gets in return makes his heart do a flip. 

“I can’t do big shit like Vecna,” he cautions everyone, now that he can get a word in edgewise again. “But I can do smaller stuff. Protection charms on clothes, spells to make sure we don’t miss what we’re aiming for, that kind of thing. I can help, I’m just… not your point guy. I’m no Supergirl.”

Max snorts at the Supergirl part, but speaks up with a grave, “As the person sticking out my neck for this crazy plan, not missing sounds nice.”

That seems to clinch it. And next up, they need to stock up on weapons, so…

It was waking up to a cuddly Steve Harrington that did it, Eddie swears. That, and adrenaline from staring down the barrel of the balls-to-the-wall insane plan the group has concocted, because Eddie is surrounded by fucking heroes aparently. He doesn’t feel very heroic. 

Because he says things like “It’s not exactly a car, Steve” with a devilish smirk, and not asking but telling Steve that he’s driving the stolen RV, the words big boy tumbling out like his mouth has a fucking mind of its own. And each of those times, Steve blinks back at him with something in those hazel eyes, which Eddie is trying so hard to tell himself he doesn’t know how to read, but he wants. 

There isn’t time to do anything about it, though. When the RV’s rightful owners start banging on the door, adrenaline sends Steve leapfrogging into the driver’s seat and Eddie scrambling to get away from the windows so he won’t be spotted. They roar out of the trailer park with the kids whooping in the back, caught up in the adventure of it. 

Eddie feels like everything is going wrong and about to get worse, but he’s felt that way ever since Chrissy died so that’s nothing new. At least Steve stays in the RV instead of going into the War Zone, even if it takes Robin pointing out that the entire high school had seen them talking at Eddie’s locker on Friday and some probably noticed them sitting together at the game—because yeah, Lucas had told them what Jason Carver had done to Gareth, and Eddie doesn’t want anyone else hurt because some vigilante jock thinks they might be harboring him. 

“Sorry,” Eddie tells him after the others are gone. When Steve gives him a blank look, he adds, “That you’re a known associate of The Freak.” He nods towards the back of the RV where the two boys are wrapped up in a conversation of their own. “It’s bad enough that Lucas and Dustin are in the crosshairs, but they at least signed up for Hellfire.”

Steve frowns. “You’re my friend, Eddie, I don’t care who knows that. It shouldn’t even matter.”

“Dude, all of this shouldn’t be happening, but it is. It does matter. A hell of a fucking lot.” Eddie braces his elbows on his knees and drops his head into his hands. “Fuck.”

After a moment, a hand presses tentatively between his shoulder blades, shifting reassuringly up and down. It’s a big hand. Eddie is almost disappointed that he’s too upset to fully appreciate the contact. 

As it is, he groans into his hands and shrugs the touch off. “Steve, I should… I have to tell you something.” And you might not want to keep touching me after you hear it, he doesn’t say out loud. 

“What is it?”

Eddie lifts his head with a flick of his hair and a quick flail of his hands. “That was—I just cast a little privacy spell, if you were wondering. So the kids can’t eavesdrop.”

“Okay,” Steve says slowly. “Do you do that a lot? Just do magic like that? Because, you move your hands around a lot…”

He can’t help but smirk a little at that. “Not as much as you’d think. It’s a good cover if I have to, though.”

Steve’s eyes are wide and curious, his irises a honeyed brown tinged with spots of green. “Have you ever used magic on me?”

Aaand there it is. Eddie looks down at his hands, now clasped across bare his knees where time and wear have reduced the denim to strings. “Yep.” 

“Like what?”

So Eddie tells him about the love spell. 

Magic, considering everything else Steve has seen over the past few years and especially the past few days, isn’t much of a stretch to accept. That trick with the apple had helped, but for the most part he’s learned to just push through the confusion and listen to whoever sounds the most certain about it. 

And Eddie sounds pretty certain that he’s ruined Steve’s life. 

But that’s… not right. His life doesn’t feel ruined. He has Dustin and Robin. Yeah, he keeps ending up in life or death situations, but that gives him a sense of a purpose and might have happened anyway, because it’s not like Eddie’s one spell back when they were underclassmen created Hawkins Lab or Henry Creel out of thin air. 

A big part of Steve is elated, actually. Eddie likes him. Or liked him, enough to try and secure his heart with magic. Maybe that elation is from the spell, but honestly? The world might end tonight and any of them might die trying to stop it, so he’ll take any good feeling he can get regardless of where it’s coming from. 

When he tells Eddie as much, the guy looks about ready to cry. 

Before he can protest, Steve says, “I know you think you made me feel this way and that it’s like—” he frowns, unable to remember the way Eddie had put it “—violating my self-asomething-or-other, but fuck that. Your uncle said it wouldn’t have worked if I could never have liked you on my own, right? And I… In high school, people just hung around and I could never figure out why. Magic is as good an explanation as any, I guess. But with you, I had to work to get you to be my friend. I had to earn it. The more I got to know you the more I knew you’re a great guy, so by the time we were friends it felt like I’d really accomplished something, you know? You’re really nice, once you get past the prickly attitude—”

“Prickly?” Eddie mutters, quiet like he wants to interrupt but still feels a little too guilty to quite dare. Steve gets it; he knows how guilt can be, especially when it’s guilt for a stupid reason. 

“—And you’re smart, way smarter than me. The teachers who failed you are either full of shit or bad at their jobs, probably both. You’re so creative it blows me away, keeping track of all that Dungeons and Dragons stuff and making up entire worlds and all the people that go in them. And you have a great smile, with dimples and everything, and your hands are… And the way you watch me sometimes, like I’m the only person in the room even if we’re in a crowd, it feels really good.”

Eddie is getting more red by the second, a flush starting in his cheeks and threatening to go all the way to his chest at the compliments. Which, okay, Steve knows he’s gushing, but he’s been bottling all this up for a while and he’s not used to that. When it comes to love he’s usually an all-in kind of guy, and holding back had led to a quiet but snotty breakdown in Robin’s arms the night before. 

… Damn, he’s going to have to admit that she was right about Eddie being into guys (into him), though. 

“Steve,” Eddie says, and he sounds longing. Music to Steve’s ears. 

“I wanted the championship game to be a date,” Steve blurts. Because he’s already mentioned Eddie’s dimples and his hands, might as well go all in. 

Eddie’s blush intensifies, the start of that dimpled grin Steve loves so much on his face. “I… I did too.”

“So… after the game, when you went off with Chrissy…”

“That was just business,” Eddie says quickly, and Steve ducks his head to try and hide the relieved grin. “I mean, I wanted to help her, but I’m, uh. It’s always been just guys for me.”

“It’s both for me,” Steve tells him, glancing up through his eyelashes. He notices the way Eddie’s hand twitches, wanting to reach out but unsure, so he reaches over and tentatively lays his fingers over Eddie’s ringed ones. “Is that… okay?”

Eddie bites his lip, and just as tentatively twines their fingers together. “Y-yeah, I think so. This is—Shit, yeah.” 

“Would it make you feel better if… I don’t know, is there a way to turn the spell off?”

“Not really, magic doesn’t—” Eddie starts, but then stops, frowns. “Uh. My uncle did teach me something to undo magic once, but it’s a whole… thing. Like pulling a ripcord on a parachute, and, yeah, you stop falling as fast, but it jerks you around first. And it would ‘turn off’ every spell I’ve ever cast.” 

Before Steve has a chance to react to that, they’re interrupted by the rest of the group crashing back into the RV. Steve is up and barely even registers the remnants of Eddie’s privacy spell clinging to his face like invisible cobwebs. He spots Jason Carver out of the corner of his eye just before pulling out of the parking lot and, fuck. 

The rest of the day is too busy and tense to speak to Eddie alone, and Steve has a creeping worry (which he tries to ignore) that maybe Robin is right; maybe they aren’t going to be okay this time. 

Eddie doesn’t get to have nice things. Like an unbroken family, or a high school diploma, or Steve Harrington. 

He knows this. It’s deeply embedded in the reason he chickens out at the last minute, shaping his possible last words to Steve into, “Make him pay.” In that moment where their eyes had met he’d felt every loose thread, every unspoken thing between them weighing on him like a ton of bricks, and he regrets everything. Even though there hadn’t been time. He wonders if Steve regrets not saying whatever was on his mind back at the trailer, while the water was running… And from the way Steve looks back at him before nodding and turning to go, Eddie thinks he can hear the hollowness in it. 

Steve has similar hollowness, Eddie knows. Parents whose attention has always seemed to ghost right over him ever since Barbara Holland, leaving Steve to drift all alone in that big house until he felt like a phantom. They know these things about each other; they’ve talked about it all while high (everything except the Eddie wanting Steve part… and, apparently, an entire alternate universe full of monsters). And Steve gets it, even though Eddie wishes he didn’t. Wishes Steve’s life could be easy streets and clear sailing (ha, ahoy) so that Eddie wouldn’t have to feel so seen, stripped bare of all his armor. 

Even his battle vest is still in Steve’s possession, hidden under the thick army jacket. 

And it’s ironic, really, that Steve thinks he’s the stupid one but Eddie forgot about the goddamn air vents in the trailer. There isn’t really a spell to protect against that; luck can’t fix stupid.

So he does the best he can think of, if it can be called thinking at this point: flings a stealth spell at Dustin so the bats will be more likely to forget about him, cuts the sheet-rope, and bolts out the door. He grabs a bike and pedals as hard as he can, just trying to get away, and in the blankness of his panicking-in-overdrive mind an idea begins to form. 

When one of the bats gets caught in the spokes and Eddie goes down, he’s up almost immediately and spitting the words Wayne taught him when he was still small—before his uncle got custody but after his mom started getting sick, when Eddie’s dad had first started getting reckless. 

The swarm of flying monsters descends on him while he’s still screaming the spell. After the last syllable, bleeding and knocked around by the attack, the ripcord pulls and Eddie is slammed into darkness.

Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth

Part 9, part 10, part 11

[geddy-leesbian]

in the past few days I've written two very different scenarios in which Leon loses consciousness due to being a moron and wakes up to Luis healing him not sure what this says about who I am as a person

[that-one-raccoon]

Hell's Hounds Magic and Mystery Incorrect Quotes

because i said so and because Coil just updated

Dazai: What are you talking about Hermione? You love it here!  Hermione: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.

George: Dazai's first detention, I'm so proud.  Fred: Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?  Ron: Because they're an idiot.  Hermione, terrified: They can do that??

Dazai: *coughs blood*  Fred: Don't die, Dazai!  Dazai: Don't tell me what to do! Draco: I made tea.  Ron: I don't want tea.  Draco: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.  Ron: Then why did you tell me?  Draco: It's a conversation starter.  Ron: It's a horrible conversation starter.  Draco: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Ron: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-  Ron, to Blaise: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.  Dazai, to Hermione: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.  Fred: There are two types of people.

Lockhart: You wanna fight?! You got one!  Dazai: Okay! *raises fists*  *Fred runs in, scoops Dazai up in their arms, and runs away carrying him*  Lockhart:  Lockhart: What?

George: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.  Draco:  Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.  George: You have to teach Dazai how to do magic.  Draco: ...put the band-aid back on.

Dazai: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*  Dazai: Nah, I���m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Dazai: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Dazai: I’m telling you, my dogs are competent.  Blaise, rushing in: Dazai! Fred tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

George: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Fred: Dazai, wake up!  Dazai, half asleep: Five more minutes…  Fred: You’ve been in a coma for two years!  Dazai: …  Dazai: Okay, two more minutes…

Fred: I’ve only had Dazai for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

George: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?  Dazai: Why?  George: Fred fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.  Hermione: Ron doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Draco: What are you planning to do?  Fred: Hey, now.  "Planning"?!  Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

Draco: Stop failing.  Dazai: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now!  Dazai: *Succeeds*  Dazai: Dang it!

Draco: How do you sleep at night knowing people don’t like you?  Dazai: With the fan on.