#morgan's friends au

[morganski-19]

The One with the Gossip

The group is hanging out at the café, all in different conversations when Jonathan comes into the bar and flops down on the couch. Camera bag sliding off his shoulders.

“When does this place start serving alcohol?” he groans.

“In about thirty minutes,” Nancy starts, “are you ok?”

Argyle trades places with Robin, sitting next Jonathan. “That bad?”

Jonathan nods, widening his eyes. “Messiest wedding I have worked months. There were so many things and they just piled on top of each other. The amount of bridesmaids and groomsmen that had previously slept together and didn’t know about it was insane.”

Steve and Eddie turn their heads at the same time. “What now,” Eddie says intrigued.

“I love messy shit I’m not apart of,” Steve mutters under his breath.

“It was crazy,” Jonathan sits up, turning toward Steve and Eddie at the side table. “And it all started for the most stupid reason. The guys apparently had a bet when to see how many of the bridesmaids they could sleep with. And the girls didn’t know about it, and a few of them fell with their ‘charms’ and were none the wiser. Until, one of the groomsmen said who won in their speech.”

“Holy shit,” Robin says with a sip of her tea.

Eddie winces. “That is such a dick move.”

“How likely was it that they were part of those fraternities that just liked to terrorize people,” Steve asks. Having almost accidently joined one of these fraternities when he was in college.

Jonathan nods with disgust. “That only scratches the surface. The best man had won, having slept with six out of the seven bridesmaids, and he was engaged to the maid of honor.”

Everyone winces with disgust.

“Not cool, dude,” Argyle says with disappointment. “So not cool. How can people do this to other people. And think that they can get away with it.”

“Because they’re inconsiderate assholes,” Steve says at the same the same time Eddie says “They’re disgusting bags of shit.” They high five each other.

Jonathan lets out a long breath. “And I’m not done yet. It gets worse.”

“Oh my god, how,” Nancy questions.

Argyle stands. “I’ll be right back, continue without me.” He walks over to the bar and starts to talk to the barista.

“He got bonus points for sleeping with the bride. And the second-place winner, was the groom.”

“Holy shit,” everyone says in unison.

Jonathan nods with wide eyes. “And the groom got a bonus point for sleeping with his future mother in law.”

They were too stunned to speak, just letting the silence fill that moment. Argyle returns with a cup of something and places it in Jonathan’s hands.

“What did I miss?” he asks, looking at them all super confused. “Are you guys broken?”

Steve shakes his head, trying to wrap his head around what was just said. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

“And this is coming from someone who has actually slept with one of his frat bro’s moms,” Robin interjects.

“On accident. And she was his stepmom, that was much younger than his dad, well after I was in college. He doesn’t know, it’s fine.”

“Did that cause another sex ban?” Eddie asks.

Steve laughs. “No, that’s when the figured out that the previous sex ban wasn’t working.”

Jonathan takes a sip of the drink Argyle gave him. “Jesus, that’s strong. Did you bribe them or something?”

“Something like that. Seriously though, what did I miss?”

“Groom slept with the future mother-in-law,” Robin fills in, Argyle winces. “What is with people?”

Jonathan shrugs. “Don’t know. But it was a big wedding that they are not getting a refund for. And I still got cake, well what was left of it.”

Eddie leans forward. “What was left of it?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan nods. “Speeches were right before cake, so the bride took the entire top layer and slammed it over the groom’s head. Followed by the maid of honor taking two giant handfuls and shoving it into the best man’s face. Arguments broke out and all that shit. I stayed back to help clean up.”

“Had they signed the marriage certificate yet?” Nancy asks.

Jonathan sighs. “No clue, don’t care. It’s over and I got paid. A lot. This was not a cheap wedding. Oh right,” Jonathan reaches down into his bag and grabs a takeout container, handing it to Argyle. “Saved you a piece of cake.”

Argyle takes it, opening it and starting to eat it. Nodding his head in appreciation.

The rest of the group looks at Jonathan. “Where’s our cake?” Robin asks, a little hurt.

“You don’t live with me, you don’t get cake.”

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[mountainshroom]

The cowboys ever !!

[itsguysnightitsironic]

Ja ja ja, college life (dies)

Some good old doodles on Discord inspired by the art I made inspired by Lilin Modern/College AU

okay... Now I need all of you to be SO normal, okay? THIS IS BETWEEN US, OKAY?

OKAY.

I didn't realise I gave Sarnax the "black shirt and grey sweatpants" combo.

I know, jail to me, jail to my cow, jail to my family-

[pendleton-manor]

Modern AU Pendletons :D they're going to crush it at the annual yacht club luncheon

Where is Treavor, who was responsible for texting him...

[kindercelery]

They hold hands and be sillay I hope

Tyler (the gengar) belongs to @milli-the-silly1

[imaginmatrix]

profound depths, longing seas

part v / xv

Grover seemed to balance out Annabeth’s serious demeanor and Percy’s energetic one with a nervous caution that reeled them both back from doing increasingly stupid things.

Until those occasional instances where he got caught up in the thrill as well, and then it was the three of them being downright silly together with absolutely no voice of reason among them.

percabeth | fairytale au | rated t | childhood friends to lovers

[regwishesshehadmagic]

Reunion

[shrinkthisviolet]

Or ❛ who did this to you? ❜ with Morgan and Barry?

So this one…really got away from me 😅 it’s much longer than expected, and for that reason, if anyone prefers to read it on AO3, you’re welcome to do so (this is the case for all my prompt fills ofc, which are cross-posted to AO3 in this series, but I mention it for this one specifically because of its length).

Also…Happy Birthday Iris! I’m later to posting this than intended, but I wrote and finished this during June 24th, so it counts to me. Also, Iris is fairly prominent here for that reason (Morgan & Iris took as much center stage as Barry & Morgan in this prompt fill, hope you don’t mind 😅)

And one more thing…this takes place between 1x11 and 1x14 (connected to this fic, though it can theoretically be read as a standalone ig). And, obviously, it’s not canon to the AU—it’s a branching path, something that could’ve happened.

All that said, enjoy:

“You’ve got me, always. If you need anything…”

“I’ll call.”

Morgan hadn't expected to call in that favor so soon, but with her head still ringing from that hit earlier (so stupid, so, so stupid, why hadn’t she dodged it?), she had no other choice. Dad was home tonight, and she was nearly late for curfew, even without factoring in the necessary time to change out of her suit before he caught her.

She didn’t think she could stomach one of his lectures tonight—his disappointment cut deeper than any knife.

So, as her head swam and she struggled to walk steadily—were headaches this bad usually? She’d never had one like this. She hadn’t gotten a migraine, had she?—she called Iris.

“Morgan?”

“Iris!” Morgan sighed in relief. “Thank God, I…listen, I’m sorry for calling so late, but I really need your—”

“Where are you?” Iris sounded so worried already…but for what?

“I’m on my way—”

“Hello?”

Morgan frowned. What…? “Iris, I was saying, I’m on my way ho—”

“On your way where?”

“Home!” Was the connection bad or something? “Listen, I need your—”

Someone pushed her just then, and she turned to shout at them…only to see a car whiz by.

“Watch where you’re going,” her mysterious savior snapped, disappearing into thin air.

She, however, was more focused on what had just happened. She’d nearly been hit by a car. A car that she…hadn’t even heard. What the hell is going—?

“…home alone? At night?” Iris definitely sounded worried now.

“It’s okay,” Morgan insisted, “I’ll be fine, I just…I just need you to call Dad and tell him—”

“What street crossing are you on? Barry can come get you.”

“No!” Morgan couldn’t think of anything worse than Barry having to deal with her problems. He already resented her enough as it was. “No, I…I’ll be fi—”

“Morgan. Street names. I think you might have a concussion.”

Morgan burst out laughing. “A c-c-cussion? Come on, Iris, get r—”

“Please,” Iris begged—much to Morgan’s surprise, as Iris never, ever begged.

So she sighed and said, “One sec,” and slowly walked over to the nearest street signs, squinting. “It says…Pourer and Maim?”

“…do you mean Porter and Main?” Iris replied after a long time.

Morgan squinted at the sign. “I don’t…the letters are all wonky, I can’t…I can’t tell.” Tears welled in her eyes. “God, I’m so sorry. You can hang up if you want, I’ll figure this out mys—”

“Don’t be sorry! I’d feel terrible about leaving you to this—Barry’s on his way, and I swear he won’t bug you about anything. Okay?”

“Okay,” she relented, though right as she said it, she found herself picked up and swept off. Against her better judgment, she leaned her head on Barry’s shoulder.

He shook her as he set her down on a soft bed, looking surprisingly regretful. “Sorry. But we’ve gotta check you for a concussion first.”

When she nodded, he looked concerned, as if she hadn’t answered immediately, exchanging a look with Iris.

“Morgan, honey?” Iris squeezed her hand, smiling sadly when Morgan met her eyes. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go anywhere in this state. Barry already called Caitlin, and—”

“You didn’t have to bother her,” Morgan whispered, wondering why Iris’s sentence kept going even though Morgan had interrupted and Iris was no longer speaking. “I’ve had headaches before, I can sleep this off.”

“Morgan,” Barry said slowly, “do you realize that you’ve been answering our questions and reacting to us half a minute after we’ve spoken?”

Morgan blinked. “I…what?”

“And your speech is slurring,” Iris added, brows knitted. “Not much, but still. Caitlin says those are the two main signs. By the way,” she added to Barry, “what did she say?”

“She said she can’t make it tonight, so I should call her back and let her know how the injury looks. Speaking of which…?”

Morgan drew back nervously. “Why are you helping me? You hate me.”

“You’re hurt,” he said, as if that explained anything.

“So what?”

His face crumpled at that. “Morgan. Please. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. But I…I can’t leave you in this state. Please let me look?”

Despite her reactions apparently having a time delay, he didn’t do anything until she nodded and took her hood off, exposing the bruising on her face…and the one on the back of her head that was tender to touch—she winced as Barry’s fingers brushed over it.

“Who did this to you?” Barry growled, much to Morgan’s surprise. “Who would dare—”

“Is this from your…side hobby?” Iris asked delicately.

Morgan blinked, confused. Why the discretion? Doesn’t she know that Barry knows?

Barry frowned. “Are you talking about Sentry?”

Iris blushed, her cheeks darkening. “What? No. What gave you that ide—”

“You told her?” Barry’s eyes held pain, anger—and that pissed Morgan off even more.

“So what if I did? It’s my secret, not yours!”

“You had no right to tell her about me!”

“I didn’t!” Did he truly think so little of her? “I only told her about me!”

“Wait, wait.” Iris frowned. “Barry? What are you talking about?”

Barry froze. “Um…I…that is—”

Iris’s eyes widened just then. “This has to do with why you’re fighting, isn’t it?”

“No! I mean…yes, but no, not like—”

“Once Morgan’s asleep,” she interrupted sharply, “you and I are gonna talk, Bartholomew.”

“Okay,” he muttered. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“In the meantime,” she declared, “go call Caitlin and tell her about this. And as she suggested, Morgan, you’ll sleep here overnight.”

“But…but Dad—”

“Do you remember his number?” Iris asked gently. “It’s okay if not, I could just get it from—”

“I’m his daughter,” Morgan snapped, “of course I know his number.”

“Okay,” Iris replied, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, “then relay it to me. Slowly.”

“Sure. It’s 816…uh…42…8…?” Morgan’s eyes welled with tears again as she smacked her head. “Come on, I know this! I—!”

“Woah, woah.” Iris pulled Morgan’s hands away from her head. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not!” She cried. “It’s…he’s my father, why can’t I…why don’t…?”

“It’s okay,” Iris repeated softly.

Barry came back in just then, saying, “Caitlin said she can drop by in the morning. And she’s calling Dr. Wells, so don’t worry.”

“It’s not her problem,” Morgan whispered. “It’s not…none of you need to…”

“Hey.” Barry kneeled down beside her, his expression softer than she’d seen it in the past few weeks. “I think maybe once you’re healed up…you and I need to have a talk, huh? An overdue one.”

“What?” He wasn’t making sense. “What kind of…?”

“I think…I think I might’ve been wrong about you,” he admitted. “Really wrong. In a way that hurt you for so long. I just…I just wanna make sure.”

“You should fill me in first,” Iris reminded him sharply.

“Yep,” he agreed, blushing. “I’ll do that first. And then…and then us. Okay, Mo?”

She was definitely hallucinating now. Or dreaming. Or something. Maybe she had a concussion after all, and she’d passed out without realizing and was delirious now. But…but this was a nice moment anyway, wasn’t it? Even if it wasn’t real? “Okay,” she agreed, her voice breaking. “I’d…I’d really like that.”

“Good.” Barry squeezed her hand. “Then let’s get you settled.”

And so they did. As Morgan drifted off to sleep, Barry and Iris sat on either side of the bed, and Morgan clung to Barry’s hand.

“Sleep tight, Mo.” He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And she believed him. Barry was a terrible liar, and he’d surely be the same way in a hallucination or dream too.

But then…is this real after all?

To clarify a few things:

Concussions can have many symptoms, even far more dangerous ones, though the ones I focused on are delayed reactions, confusion/disorientation, and forgetfulness. Slurred speech is alluded to, but I didn’t focus on writing it as a speech pattern 😅 so she has mild slurred speech (a mild-to-moderate concussion in general tbh). Also forgive me for any inaccuracies, I’ve never had a concussion, this is solely based on me skimming the Mayo Clinic and Cleveland Clinic pages about them. (Also ofc Morgan gets checked over properly by Caitlin the next day, and probably goes to see her pediatrician too)

The person who saved Morgan from that car didn’t actually disappear. It just seemed that way to her

816 is the area code around Kansas City, which is a city in Missouri that borders Kansas. For convenience, that’s where Central City approximately is (it’s canonically at the border anyway)

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[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

ya got any ideas for gawain in your au? came up with a neat oc idea for gawain and the green knight. there's a lot of potential for a cute little monster transformation story seeing as a lot of the mythos features the green knight as being somehow transformed by morgan ^_^

I'm so glad you asked this... I actually had an old concept of this...

After ditching the G.S.A..... Morgan took on another apprentice (after Sir Dragato), "Gawain," and he's come to claim the seat as leader of the GSA.

He knew he wasn't as strong as the other knights... and a part of him always knew he'd never reach the legendary status as the others, so he made a deal with the devil (Morgan). He was her pawn... her puppet to secretly control the GSA in her name.

Gawain was supposed to be Meta's call to action to return & Dragato's "ah- ha" moment (my mentor was a scumbag to me).

But in the end, Gawain (my OC)... I had to cut him from the story. They took away too much from Dragato's storyline... and Meta's call to action is a different one.

So, these are my HCs if Gawain were in "Metamorphosed."

And @camachine, if you want to use it in your story, please feel free, you have my full blessing~

And for those of you who haven't read @camachine's "Metamorphosed" please do so before you keep reading, there will be several references/spoilers. (and it's a good read)

Inspo.

I drew reference from Gawain's original story "Gawain & the Green Knight," his original story... But I also drew from the modern retelling of The Green Knight (2021) the film She's his mother.

This is also considered a continuation of the previous work...minus the Gwynn revival...

Okay, so in "Metamorphosed," Gawain is the nephew of Arthur. The son of his other half-sister (Anna)... another one of Sir Uther's illegitimate kids and Morgan's sister. Yes, their mother cursed the Pendragon's name.

In the OG Arthurian legend, she's called Morgause (sometimes she's called Anna)... and it's too close to Morgan for me, so she's Anna.

This means she cursed the kids too... (Morgan had to get her pettiness from somewhere), however, if they wanted to avoid the curse... they just had to carry out their mother's will.

However, Anna wants to move on and live in peace, so she cuts Morgan out of her life. She married the love of her life (King Lot). She gets pregnant with Gawain and BAM! She dies giving birth to him... (Again, being a Pendragon means you're cursed!!)

King Lot falls into grief: and guess who he blames... baby Gawain! Since then, Gawain has put a lot of pressure on his son from the moment he was born... he would say to his young son, "You better make yourself useful and make yourself worth it..."

From the start, little Gawain had such an innocent desire to just be a great knight... so he could earn the love of his father... but he was never good enough for him... he just needed to be the perfect heir & knight so maybe... just maybe for once, his father to look at him...

No, in fact, his King Lot would deny he even had a son... because it would remind him that his dear wife was gone! As a result, Gawain would hide away in some far part of the castle... so he wouldn't be seen by anyone.

Then, one night, a monster comes and raids the castle... a basilisk (they assume it's one of Nightmare's monsters), but Gawain sees a ghostly figure... a green knight?

Wanting to prove himself, he dives right in to save his father. Everyone else is afraid, but Gawain isn't (well, he is.... but he's not missing out on the chance to prove himself to his father!) He chases after this ghost knight... while Morgan puts out an illusionary spell.

Making it look like this basilisk has killed Prince Gawain instantly (petrifying & swallowing him whole) & King Lot is now full of grief and regret. His son protected him despite all those years of coldness... and still loved him. Desperately wishing he could see his son again and apologize to his son.

Meanwhile, the real Prince Gawian follows the green knight (who is actually Dame Morgan in disguise) into an abandoned castle... and defeats him. (In refer. to the film The Green Knight 2021)

The ghost congratulates him on having their test of bravery and virtue... and says, "Since you've defeated me, you are now the Green Knight... and have earned my axe & title." However, Gawain is not easily convinced "No-no, one ever gets anything for free in this life... that's what my father says..."

Telling himself there must be more to this...The green knight offers it to him three times, sweetening the deal each time: "Along with the axe, I'll give my castle as well, and you'll be the perfect knight that you've always wanted to be..."

Gawain is tempted by each one, but something in his gut tells him not to... just as he's about to leave...the third offer is him something he could never refuse... "You'll get to have a mother again~"

With this... they'll be a family again... THIS IS IT!? Gawain (like in the original tale, Gawain gives into his human desire but "the desire to stay alive,"... it's the desire to see his mother).

Without hesitation, he grabs the axe only to be cursed instantly... As a result, Morgan makes him the"Green Knight..." endowing him with her dark Faye magic (making him into a monster- Basilisk) and in the process, he also loses his memories...

With Morgan rewriting it to this narrative:

Morgan was his mother, and their father abandoned them after he was turned into a monster (by Nightmare). He was afraid to be associated with him because of Sir Uther's regimen in the G.S.A. (and wanted no retribution.) And his cruel father even wanted to prove his allegiance to Uther & the GSA... but his mother wouldn't allow it. His mother saved him from his evil father, and as a result, he (his father) left them. And plans to destroy the GSA and make it a safer world for her and her precious son!

Basically, this gives him (Gawain) reason to hate the Pendragons (Sir Arthur & his family) as well as having unwavering love & loyalty to "his mother," who did everything to protect him because "she loves him so much"~ Plus (him being half-monster) it's a great reason for keeping him from going outside so often so he's not recognized as King Lot's. (The curse altered his appearance, but if you look hard enough, you can see it's Gawain under there.)

Lucky for Morgan... (despite knowing they had a prince)... the kingdom barely knew what the young prince looked like. Only coming out when it was necessary... Gawain did this intentionally so as not to upset his father with his present. (Oh how convenient~)

(Almost if not all) Arthurian interpretations Morgan always uses her kids as tools for revenge... Gawain's no different~

The orange color represents the Lothian Kingdom (King Lot), but after being cursed, the original color is turned red (red - Morgan).

Their name changed to Yvain (In Arthurian lore that is the name of Morgan le Faye) And then his monster form... Basilisk.

According to my source, a basilisk is a "hybrid chicken-serpent" but to make things easier for myself I just keep thinking about one one from Harry Potter (but @camachine feel free to change up the monster form for the guy already.)

But his smaller, default form would be a snake. (Basically, to symbolize he's a "snake" within the GSA.) He'd collect secrets and intel through the walls of the GSA and bring it back to Morgan.

She plans to destroy everything Sir Uther built (the GSA)... with Gawain being her most valuable chess piece. Taking over the GSA and installing him as the new leader... she's more than fulfilling her promise to help become "the perfect knight," she's basically ensuring he'll be that best. (She'll just happen to be rulering through him... Momma's gotta get something outta this!)

Not only that (despite having his memories erased), Gawain's core hasn't changed. He's still the same young lad desperate for love & praise... the thing he's never gotten from his father. And because of that, he was willing to do anything for his dear mother~

It's actually easy for Morgan to be, good to this kid... after all, she's still his auntie... (She's basically Mother Gothel from Rapunzel...)

A part of her is still upset with he sister (Anna) for abandoning her (for not wanting to get involved with their mother's curse). Using her sister's son as her pawn was just her way of getting back at her... dear sister... Speaking of siblings let's talk about Sir Arthur.

After finding out that she had a half-brother, she discovers that Uther actually acknowledged him (Arthur) as his son and denied her as his daughter... UNACCEPTABLE!

So what does she do... make him feel the same jealousy & inadequacy she's felt... all those years Uther denied her. And what does she do... she rubs her loving relationship with her son right in his face... (Kindly remind him of how bad he screwed up his relationship with his son...)

Dame Morgan rolls up with Gawain (now being called Ywain her son), who has just been accepted as one of the higher-ups... since someone got kicked off (Arthur) of the high council.

And how did Gawain manage to get it in such a short amount of time, you may ask?

Remember, our dear Gawain was a prince after all... he still had muscle & instinctual memory of his royal training. was clever, polite, graceful, respectful... (he's everything a prince should be... ) And Morgan can take credit for it all, for raising him so well~

(fake) Mother & son just happened to be off to celebrate, But then she sees Arthur as they're leaving and "OH HOW COULD SHE MISS THIS OPPORTUNITY!"

Sir Arthur (of course, was suspicious)... he never heard of Morgan being married before... let alone having a son. (Especially after flirting with his wife all those years ago...) Plus, this boy looked familiar...

(And he should... Arthur met King Lot and his son... years ago that twice even...)

But Morgan's a grade-A+ actress... and can play "the bitter ex-wife who's still trying to forget about her divorce..." perfectly. And doesn't miss the chance to remind him about his deceased wife Gwynn... who was killed by(Arthur) his own hand. And she ever so gracefully brings up her son... & ever so subtly shows off their bond, rubbing it in Arthur's face.

And Gawain (ever the faithful son) sees what she's doing and allows his mother to fawn over him in public. Even allowing her to call him "her his little apple." A nickname she'd call him ever since he was a little lad (that was his favorite memory of her). (TOO BAD IT'S FABRICATED... :')

I definitely wrote this within the timeline where Arthur stabs Falspar while he was trying to kill Meta Knight and fails... (or this could fit around where Falspar & Dragato leave the GSA after the wedding)

(But move it around wherever you want! :3 )

I'd like to think it's after the stabbing because in the sense Morgan's basically saying: "Oh look, it's my darling son that I love very much! Arthur, what did you do with yours... oh that's right, you stabbed yours... I'd never do that! Look at what you lost! SUCKS TO BE YOU!"

Arthur sees this sweet, touching scene between mother & son, and he can't help but envy them. (Reminding him all too well that he's all alone in the world, because of his own actions.) After successfully guilt-tripping Arthur, the two gleefully leave him in tears. Little did he know Arthur had just let the most dangerous duo in the galaxy slip from his grasp!

At that moment... had Arthur not been wrapped in his own personal problems he could have recognized (if he, looked hard enough) Gawain and saved him.

But even if he did... by then (after the incident,) Arthur's reputation had been already destroyed. Had he not wasted his time accusing an innocent man (Meta Knight) of treason. And now, because of his own decisions, a guilty woman walks free (Morgan), and the galaxy's gonna suffer for it (Dammit, Arthur!)

Despite putting on a "show" she's actually a good (evil) mom... she's supportive, kind, nurturing, loving, but not out of the kindness of her heart. She's merely fulfilling the end of the bargain...

To be still under her spell, Morgan must continue to fulfill her promises to him. Castle (given), perfect knight (taking over the GSA), and loving mother (check).

As long as Gawain believes her to be his mother, then he's forever under her spell. (Because that's what he wanted). He does have the power to save himself (the red flags are all there) once he realizes that he can break free... (but it's not that simple.)

Morgan poisoned his mind, yes, but this is a sweet poison. In the memories she created, he gave him the normal childhood he'd always wanted. A loving mother who adores him he loses that and will have to accept that he was a lonely prince who was ignored most of his life and is hated by his father.

As long as Gawain wants her love, he'll continue to be under her spell.

I wrote in a way that Gawain could save himself if only he'd realize that he doesn't have to be perfect... that he was always worthy of love, and that he doesn't need her (Morgan's) love, and that he was always enough. The spell would be broken!

(The original tale of Gawain & the Green Knight was supposed to represent one's acceptance of human flaws and that one can not be perfect... so that's why it's the key to set him free! SELF LOVE & ACCEPTANCE!)

Or if King Lot can find & recognize his son and snap him out of this mess. After the incident, Lot vowed to find the body of his son... but has yet to find it, so he's holding out hope that he's still alive. But then, again Lotty (King Lot) ... had you just loved your son properly none of this would have happened!

Those are my HC for Gawain, if he existed in "Metamorphosed," @camachine, thank you so much for your question! Even though I had scrapped him from KBASW, I'm so glad I got to revive him for your Kirby (au), it was so much fun! Hope you enjoyed it!

[iamthepulta]

BRIAR AND WESTLIE CAN BE FRIENDS

Tell me about Westlie!

Ah! They might be such interesting friends! Westlie is technically a Sunless Skies/Skyfarer character, so the stats are a little different, but her main skills are Iron and Mirrors.

She grew up as the eldest child of a Skies shipping magnate who wanted a boy, but got two girls, and raised her as heir to Fairweather Shipping and Co. She has a natural head for numbers, and if her life had been her own, probably would've become a navigator, but clerking was a decent substitute excepting her father's cruelty and ... lax... views of the law.

After some time of watching employees being treated cruelly and her furious assertions that his management was wrong, she decided to run away, frantically applied to several skyfarer captains for any sort of position, and was hired as First Mate by Captain Fitzroy of the Pyrrhus.

Her main motivators are stubborn fury at injustice, and a deep-seated belief that nobody should go without the love she did, although she's (very) emotionally stunted and can't communicate that as well as she wants.

She almost always wears a walking skirt and vest, and prefers skirts to pants: partly because Arthur wanted a boy so desperately and femininity is one subconscious way she can strike back, but mostly because she just like skirts.

(In the Liztlie AU, she's 23, and the circumstances are the same, she just stumbles into adopting a child and her protective nature +extra stuff spur her to run away.)

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

i penciled out a polycule chart for mnmoms au last night instead of sleeping (because you know. priorities) so i decided to digitize and edit it while listening to today's episode. got a bit um. distracted from posting it XD but here it is now! a strange lil mix of hierarchical (samantha, ron, darryl, glenn) polyamory, non-hierarchical (mercedes, henry, carol) polyamory, and some guys who just happen to be there (morgan and jodie). because i do not believe in simple polycules, they do not exist.

this all happens like... a few years after the end of s1, i would say? except for the preexisting marriages, obviously, and also morgan and jodie's whole deal. that's been confusing since the trial and morgan refuses to clarify it for anyone including herself.

gonna transcribe all of the connections below the cut because i think that'll be too confusing in alt text and also, my handwriting isn't great so people might wanna read it in plain text anyways. this is gonna be. long. sorry LOL

okay so first: the key indicates romantic or platonic, though obviously, some of these connections are a mix of both (cough morgan cough). the heart symbol means that a relationship is prioritized, and if a character has several prioritized relationships, that means that they practice non-hierarchical polyamory :) yes, it could have been simpler to give them no hearts, but that's not as cute.

Samantha to Ron: Husband, romantic, prioritized relationship. Samantha to Mercedes: Girlfriend, romantic. Samantha to Carol: Girlfriend, romantic.

Ron to Samantha: Wife, romantic, prioritized relationship.

Mercedes to Henry: Husband, romantic, prioritized relationship. Mercedes to Samantha: Girlfriend, romantic, prioritized relationship. Mercedes to Carol: Girlfriend, romantic, prioritized relationship.

Henry to Mercedes: Wife, romantic, prioritized relationship.

Carol to Darryl: "??? coparents? queerplatonic?", platonic, prioritized relationship. Carol to Samantha: Girlfriend, romantic, prioritized relationship. Carol to Mercedes: Girlfriend, romantic, prioritized relationship.

Darryl to Carol: "Wife /p", platonic, prioritized relationship. Darryl to Glenn: "Boyfriend?", romantic.

Morgan to Jodie: "Whatever these two got going on", platonic/romantic. Morgan to Glenn: "Words cannot describe what is going on here.", romantic/platonic.

Glenn to Darryl: Lover, romantic, prioritized relationship. Glenn to Morgan: "Darryl's hot friend", platonic/romantic.

Jodie to Morgan: Wife, romantic, prioritized relationship.

[morganski-19]

The One Where Steve Feels Smart

“Where are Jon and Argyle?” Steve asks Nancy. The rest of the group gathered around the table for their weekly group dinners.

“Jonathan said that he has a lot of work to do, and Argyle is working closing. Said they would try to come later if they could.” Nancy sits at the table, acting as if the information doesn’t bother her.

Steve doesn’t buy it. “I thought Argyle never closed on Fridays.”

“I don’t know,” Nancy shrugs, annoyed. “Maybe he’s covering for someone. It doesn’t matter, so just eat.”

Steve still doesn’t buy it. Jonathan will always use their hangouts as a break, so his eyes don’t try to kill him. Argyle values friendship too much to take a shift during one of their hangouts. If what Steve knew about them was right, though.

But, he decides to ignore it, and eats dinner.

The next week, however, something like this happens again. It’s not an everyday thing that the group gets together at the coffeehouse after work to talk, some can’t justify buying coffee five days a week when they can just make it themselves. But today, everyone is there. Everyone except for Jonathan and Argyle.

“Isn’t it weird that they aren’t here?” Steve asks, mainly to himself. He’s sitting at the bar, bugging Eddie while he’s on shift.

Eddie shrugs, passing a drink across the bar to a customer. “Maybe they’re busy again. Didn’t Jonathan shoot like four wedding in the past two weeks? That’s a lot of editing.”

“But he would bring it here. Especially since Argyle would get off shift,” he looks down at his watch, “an hour ago. They would come in here together and chill with the rest of us.”

“Don’t know man. Maybe they just wanted to stay at home. The weather is kind of shit today.”

It’s never stopped them before. Something else is going on.

The next time it happens, it’s on game night. He asks Nancy if she’s heard from them and gets shut down immediately. Something about the both of them needing to work. Nothing else.

When it keeps happening, Steve starts to get more and more suspicious. Everyone else seems unbothered. Blind to the excuses that mean nothing, and continue on with their lives. When Steve knows that they are hiding something.

He decides to bring it up again when him and Robin are making dinner. Trying to use both their heads to figure this out without Nancy shutting him down immediately.

“You don’t think they finally,” Steve makes a motion with his hands, indicating that they are together.

Robin glares at him from the kitchen. “Probably not, Jonathan’s demi, remember.”

“That is not what I meant,” Steve says, partially annoyed. “I just meant like, dating. What if they are dating.”

“I would hope they would tell us if that actually happened. We’ve listened to too much of their suffering to not know.”

Steve stares at the cutting board. Not so sure about that. “I think Nancy knows something.”

“Here we go,” Robin groans.

“No, Rob, seriously. Like every single time I ask, she shuts me down almost immediately. With the same excuse. Jonathan is busy editing, or has a shoot, and Argyle is working a closing shift. I’ve never known Argyle to have this many closing shifts in his life.” He turns to her, hoping to see that she sees what he sees. “Isn’t that a little weird?”

“I guess,” Robin goes back to stirring the vegetables in the saucepan. “But maybe their rent got raised and they had to pick up a few extra shifts. Wouldn’t be that surprising.”

Steve is still not convinced. “Maybe.”

A week later, the group was planning on going to see a movie. Some weird horror movie that Nancy and Eddie love, but will probably traumatize both Steve and Robin. Normally Jonathan and Argyle would come along and laugh at how unrealistic it is, but they bailed again.

They’ve been bailing for about a month now, something was definitely up.

Steve stands in line to get the popcorn, letting the rest of the group go into the theater to get their seats. Hoping that Eddie is able to save a seat next to him for Steve.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees two people who look familiar. After thanking the guy behind the counter and turning toward his theater, he sees it. Jonathan and Argyle walking in with their tickets. They make eye contact with him, looking caught.

“Well, there you guys are,” Steve says, trying not to make it weird. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in weeks.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jonathan says. “Just been really busy with work, that’s all.”

Steve nods, going alone with the lie. “Yeah. I’m glad you guys were able to make it tonight though. Unless, you know, you came to see a different movie.”

Argyle opens his mouth, going to say something. Jonathan nudges him with his shoulder, shutting him up. Argyle presses his lips together in a forced smile. Eyes wide.

“Yeah. We were just going to get some popcorn, so why don’t you go into the theater, and we’ll meet you in there.”

The smile that forms on Steve’s lips is one of pure joy. “I don’t mind waiting. It might be easier to carry all this shit to the theater.” He takes a glace down and sees their hands clasped together. “Four hands are better that two, so.”

“Four hands?” Argyle questions under his breath.

Jonathan looks down at their hands, and pulls them apart.

“You guys weren’t going to see the same movie, were you?” Steve questions. Feeling smug.

“No, we weren’t,” Argyle blurts out. “We were going to see this comedy together because we’ve been dating for a few months now.” He immediately slams a hand over his mouth.

“A few months,” Steve says much louder than he should.

Jonathan starts looking around. “Dude, quiet down.”

“Sorry.” Steve lowers his voice to whisper shout. “A few months. I thought you were just dating for a few weeks.”

“You knew we were dating?”

Steve snorts. “You two are not as subtle as you think you are. Always missing hangouts conveniently at the same time. It’s really rude to cancel on your friends to go on dates for your secret relationship, by the way.”

“We’re sorry,” Argyle apologizes. Looking like he’s going through multiple emotions at once. “We just have been busier with work so the only times we’ve been free to go out are the days we would hang out.”

“You’re not going to tell everyone, are you?” Jonathan asks, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s your thing to tell. I wouldn’t do that. I just miss you guys. I am still going to gloat about being right, they just don’t need to know what about.”

“Thanks, dude.” Argyle finally calmed down back to one emotion.

“We really appreciate it.”

“I have to go, the movie’s about to start. Have a good night, guys.”

Steve turns and head to the theater. He finds the rest of them and sits between Eddie and Robin. The popcorn immediately getting pulled from his hands.

“What took you so long?” Robin asks over a mouthful of popcorn.

“The line was long,” Steve says. This was going to be fun.

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[trippin-chippin]

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

Critical Success by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Cygnet Scholar, Violet Believer, Captain Swan Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1K words Summary: At most weddings, people will clink their glasses together to get the happy couple to kiss- but when Henry and Violet get married, they try something a little different- a twenty sided die. If you roll it and it lands on an 11-20, they kiss, and if it lands on a 2-10 they won't- but if it lands on a one, you have to kiss someone. Characters: Hope Swan-Jones, Henry Mills, Violet Morgan, Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Gideon Gold Author’s notes: The working title for this fic was "my little sister accidentally ruins my wedding by kissing a sworn enemy's son in front of my dad" but I felt that a bit wordy 😅 This is based off an idea I've seen on Pinterest a couple times, but thought would be fitting with the D&D elements in the season 7 au I'm working on. Much like potion commotion, this doesn't quite fit into the same timeline, but I had fun writing it regardless! Taglist: @accidental-spice, @kanerallels @saveme-storybrooke-potc @booksteaandtoomuchtv [let me know if you’d like to be added to the cygnet scholar taglist!]

also on ao3!

 Weddings in Storybrooke were always a joyous occasion- as, of course, weddings were in all realms- but when the groom was a beloved town hero, and the bride his highschool sweetheart, it was an even more joyous affair. As such, most of town turned up on a sunny day in October to witness the union of Henry Mills and Violet Morgan.

 But, while the story of how they found each other again after a decade's separation is exciting, our story takes place later, after the beautiful ceremony (officiated by Dr. Hopper, of course) ended, as the friends and family gathered in the town hall for a fabulous reception- and Henry's teenage half sister was enjoying her first time as a bridesmaid. After everything Hope had stood by her brother in, from D&D campaigns to real-life struggles, it was only fitting that she should stand by her brother and new sister-in-law at the start of this adventure.

 And, of course, she and her friends had greatly enjoyed the honor of some harmless vandalism of the newlyweds' car.

 "Getaway car's all set," Hope said, sitting in front of Henry at the head table while finishing off a slice of cake.

 Henry scrunched his nose. "I thought we said that's a tradition we weren't going with."

 "Did we?" Hope smiled.

 "I certainly thought we did."

 "If you thought I was gonna give up my last chance to pull the ol' wool over your eyes," Hope said, "then you haven't been paying attention the last sixteen years."

 Henry sighed. "Just promise me there's no glitter this time."

 Hope gave Henry no response, only a smug smile as she took another bite of cake.

 "Hope…."

 "No glitter," Hope rolled her eyes, "and you can thank my new sister for that."

 "I made sure she didn't glitter bomb your car again," Violet patted Henry's hand.

 "You've always had my back," Henry turned his hand to cup hers in it.

 "And I always will," Violet smiled.

 Hope shook her head and glanced away from them, trying to focus on anything other than the sickeningly adorable couple.

 She looked over the decorations on the table- a candle stand shaped like a dragon, a little sign that said "happily ever after…," a bouquet of flowers, and one of the fanciest D20s from Henry's extensive dice collection. While most couples would settle for the traditional "clink your glasses together to make the couple kiss," they went for an idea they'd seen on Pinterest instead- go to the head table and roll the die; If it lands on an 11-19, the bride and groom will kiss, a 20 and they'll really kiss, 2-10 means nothing- and if you roll a one, you have to kiss someone.

 Hope stood up straight when she saw her parents coming, already prepared for her mom to tell her to stop sitting on the table.

 "There's that fabled die," her dad said, picking up the D20 and rereading the instructions next to it. With great panache, Killian rolled the die.

 "Nat 1," Henry said, looking at the die, "critical fail."

 "Critical fail?" Killian asked, glancing at his wife, "you mean to tell me I've now got an excuse to kiss my Emma, and that's supposed to be a 'critical fail?'"

 Emma turned to Killian and smiled, "Sounds like a win if I've ever heard of one."

 "Aye," Killian said, pulling Emma closer.

 Hope looked away and set down her cake, having suddenly lost her appetite. A lot of people thought it was cute that her parents were still so in love after all these years, but that didn't mean Hope always appreciated it.

 "That was a success indeed," Killian whispered when he and Emma pulled away from each other.

 "Are you sure?" Emma asked, "You could always try again…."

 Hope didn't want to run the risk of seeing that happen again, so she snatched the die away before her parents could grab it again.

 "Let a pro show you how it's done," Hope said, "I've got the magic touch."

 She rolled the die onto the table, and it landed with the number one plainly facing up once again.

 "Critical fail," Henry smiled.

 "I know," Hope snipped, annoyed and embarrassed about how false her confidence had proven. Not only did she now look like an idiot for flubbing up something she'd thought herself so skilled at, she now had to pay the consequences and kiss someone.

 "Don't worry," her dad said, with a nervous chuckle, "we certainly won't hold you accountable to that."

 "Relax, dad," Hope said, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

 "That statement does little to put me at ease."

 Hope looked up to see Gideon coming toward them, eating a slice of cake. He had been Hope's friend for a long time, but his dad had been her dad's nemesis for an even longer time. Seeing as she was still a little salty from the last minute's events, his presence gave Hope an evil idea.

 "I'm not a little kid anymore," Hope thought, "I don't need to be protected from kissing, or guys, or kissing guys. Besides, I was raised not to back down from a challenge."

 "I don't know where you guys got this cake from," Gideon said, "but it's wonderful."

 Before Gideon had finished his sentence, Hope grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt and pulled his lips to hers, quickly, before anyone could stop her.

 It took a moment for her to register what she was doing- she shared her first kiss, in front of her entire family, out of spite, with Gideon Gold.

 And as wild as all of that sounded, something about it felt right.

 When she pulled away from Gideon, she saw a surprised but very delighted expression on his face.

 "Wow," Gideon said, blinking in surprise and looking back down at his plate, "I guess I should start complimenting cakes more often."

 "Hope Alice Swan-Jones!" her dad called, in the you're-in-trouble tone she knew all too well, "what was that?"

 "Can't argue with the dice," Hope said, "critical fail means you gotta kiss someone."

 "Really?" Gideon asked. He reached past her and grabbed the die off the table, then rolled it.

 His notoriety among their party for rolling natural ones didn't fail him this time, and the die landed, for the third time in a row, on the one.

 "Critical fail," Henry repeated, with a smug shrug.

 Hope looked up from the die to Gideon, then back to the die, then at her dad, then back at the die, then back at Gideon, who scratched the back of his neck.

 "Hope…" Gideon said.

 "You may as well," Hope shrugged.

 Hope thought she heard her father say, "no, you 'may not as well,'" as she and Gideon leaned back towards each other, but she was lost in the moment, and in whatever feelings were beginning to stir inside of her. Her lips somehow found her way to Gid's once again, with a kiss that, despite her father's disapproval, could only be described as pure.

 She opened her eyes as they leaned away from each other, smiling and seeing the same smile on Gideon's face.

 "That's quite enough of that," Killian said, taking the die off the table before either of the teenagers could take it back again.

 "I, uh," Gideon fumbled, "I take it I should probably get out of here?"

 "And I take it I might be grounded for life?" Hope said, though her first kiss was totally worth whatever punishment followed.

 "Probably a little longer than that," Emma nodded, though Hope could tell by her mom's smile that she wasn't really disappointed in her.

 Killian didn't respond, however, bouncing the oversize die in his hand.

 "Henry," Killian asked, setting down the die so his hand was free to pinch the bridge of his nose, "that wouldn't happen to be a loaded die, would it?"

 Hope looked back at her brother to see a familiar smile on his face.

 "You got me," Henry said, pulling an identical die out of his pocket, "this one's the real one."

 Killian rolled the new die and it landed on a twelve- resulting in Henry and Violet giving each other a kiss.

 "So you intentionally put out a die that would fail every time?" Killian asked, "Why would you do that?"

 "Just to see what stories come up," Henry winked at Hope and Gideon, "and, besides, if you thought I was gonna 'give up my last chance to pull the ol' wool over my little sister's eyes,' then you haven't been paying attention the last sixteen years."

 Killian sighed in response and gave both of his kids a we'll-talk-about-this-later glare, then gave Gideon an entirely different glare.

 "I'm gonna, uh," Gideon said, "go, uh- grab another slice of cake."

 He quickly left, and a moment later Killian and Emma moved onto whatever other parents-of-the-groom duties that they had to attend to.

 Hope sat on the edge of the table again in front of her brother.

 "Gotta hand it to you," Hope said, "you really had me going with that one."

 "Scale of one to twenty," Henry said, "how'd you rate that prank?"

 Hope chuckled a little, then looked up to see Gideon, heading back her way with a smile on his face and a plate of cake in each hand.

 She smiled, "I'd call it a critical success."

[niofo]

just thoughts about my planned dav runs

finally, finally i'm going to realize my full on necromancer idris dreams and i'm not going to stop myself, he's a mortalitasi now. thinking about the worldstate tho, prob ilen as inky who was closest with solas, i want to see how it plays out, and they were from a full on dalish worldstate - i never finished dao as mahariel but just put that in the keep, and also have my blue archer elena hawke romancing merrill.

and then i want to play my crow!idris au, which will be super fun, but i wonder, like morgan is obviously still a mage, but he doesn't exactly use magic to fight, he's a spy and a poisoner. i wonder if i should go with sth like saboteur? i guess i'll see how this spec looks in practice, but he's not a duelist and sure af not an archer, and none of the mage spec fit well. (i mean he is a necromancer, but as a side job...). i think i'm going to grab some of my zevran-romancing wardens for this game so literally all of them, which means prob shartan or gareth. not sure about hawke, shartan is in the worldstate with marian, but that's my canon worldstate with idris as inquisitor.

but then i actually want to play as shartan, as a grew warden warrior - again he's a mage but is not using it for fighting. i'd like to go with champion spec and 2 handed weapon but not sure how well it synergizes. shartan uses a greatsword, that one i can't change, but the one spec actually fit him best was daa's spirit warrior. not sure about worldstate for this one, maybe go full on wardenmancing for this one, with idris hawke romancing anders and then inky jadwiga who romanced blackwall.

and then since i'm already having all my canon worldstate pcs, i'd have my red reaver hawke, marian, and she'd want to romance all the ladies. lord of fortune background i think. also kinda thinking about the ultimate lesbians saving the world worldstate with haelia cousland (romancing leliana) and taarshath adaar (romancing sera).

[feralwaff1e]

So, I actually came back to my old mlp au and am currently writing a chapter two. So I went ahead and re drew traced over a base and updated my snake pit with Tesla and Albert designs! Cause it’s been a few years and still can’t draw ponies for shit

I’m currently working on the ssf crew