#rotten lizzie au

[evita-shelby]

Strings of Fate

Thanks @justrainandcoffee for having the dream that inspired Forbidden and this happier au and happy birthday 🎂 🥳

Cw: smut, infertility, Tommy’s canon fertility issues, cheating

Rose Coldwell needed a husband to escape Lawerence Evertt and the Shelbys could use someone to help Polly and Ada with Finn and John’s now motherless children.

His marriage was one of convenience and no matter what they did, it just didn’t work.

“I cannot have children,” his wife had admitted when they held Ada’s baby and Tommy wondered if they could try and have some happiness of their own.

The Romani Gangster had never held that against her, he was fond of her and cared for her like he cares for all his family, and when he realized the place Alfie Solomons had in her heart, Tom supposed it was a blessing in disguise.

He didn’t stop her; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t resumed his visits to Lizzie nor dallied with Grace in hopes of filling that hollowness in his chest. The least he could do for her is to ignore her visits to Camden Town and believe her lies.

Once business is done, he will broach the topic of a divorce. Tommy would use his own affairs to place the blame squarely on his shoulders and make sure her reputation remains spotless.

He needs Camden Town, Alfie Solomons would have no choice but to ally with him and help him take London or he’d never set her free. It is the only reason he is taking on Sabini now that both Kimber and Evertt are dead and gone.

Alfie’s no fool, his own wife was a Smith whose grandmother lived in Small Heath. If Tommy wanted, he could hurt her, but he wouldn’t. He’s not like that.

She’s a beauty, he’s seen her in the neighborhood enough times to know Mr. Solomons is a lucky man. She’s friends with Ada, on good terms with Polly and Finn adores her. Had he met her sooner perhaps, Eva Solomons would be Eva Shelby.

“If my husband were a jealous man, you would be pushing daisies, Mr. Shelby.” The witch says in Rromani as she looks at the wares in the shop that makes his suits.

“Something you must thank my wife for, I suppose.” His words hit their mark as she stills for a moment before regaining composure. They speak of the matter in their shared tongue, and no one here would report anything but mere speculation to his aunt, Chester Campbell and Sabini.

She and Rose are friends, even if dear Rosie thinks Eva isn’t aware of her relationship with her husband. What her reasons are for feigning ignorance about their affair is something Tommy intends to find out.

“He goes his way, I go mine.” The woman answered his unspoken question and refuses to turn and look at him. “Same agreement you have with Rose.”

“Can’t fill the emptiness either, Mrs. Solomons.” Even the name feels wrong, just as Rose Shelby does.

Tommy looks at a bolt of fine black lace and suggests it to her with a calculated look on his face to sell the lie. As far as Polly will know, he is merely convincing Eva Solomons to convince her husband to free Arthur and claim Billy Kitchen’s death as his doing.

“If you wish to seduce me, Shelby, you should try harder. I like to be wooed.” The witch dismissed his words and before she could ring up the shopkeeper to buy it, he orders the man at the counter to put in on his tab.

He pays for his suits now. Never leaves a debt unpaid and tips generously, he even vets his whores after Grace took advantage of his weakness in the name of the Law.

Tommy Shelby should remember how that hurt him and his family as he courts the Witch of Camden Town.

But he cannot help it, there is something pulling him to her that he hasn’t felt since Greta. Like an invisible string connecting his rotten soul to hers.

“Your cousin, Wag, said your husband refused your tickets to Chaplin's party after what he did to my brother and my men at his Seder.” The Gangster wanted revenge, he had an ace up his sleeve to get Alfie Solomons to have the police sergeant in his pocket release Arthur and his men.

This was more than just a play against Eva’s husband and Rose’s lover, this was Tommy Shelby being led by his stupid broken heart to see where that string of fate leads him to. Not his cock this time, though the woman beside him ignited all sorts of want with that feel of magic about her.

“I want you to wear that lace for me and after that, we will go to my sister’s place in London, and we will fuck until we forget what our spouses are doing in that property they think we don’t know about.” He comes close enough to breathe in the soft rose water and vanilla and that touch of myrrh and frankincense left over from incense to enhance her supernatural abilities.

Tommy Shelby doesn’t know what he’ll do is she says no.

“Tell Ada to leave the lights on and the front door unlocked, I will be arriving there before you to keep Sabini off my tail.” Eva turns and looks at him over her shoulder with an enigmatic smile.

She doesn’t wear black lace.

She wears a jet beaded dress with a satin slip underneath with her dark hair curled and lips painted with the lipstick Rose will find on his collar tomorrow.

He shouldn’t want her, her husband could kill his brother for this, but Tommy Shelby cannot help himself.

He hardly remembers the party as the heady smell of witchcraft and roses stirred a fire within him he hasn’t felt in almost a decade. Grace had been there with her husband, but he had paid her no mind as he came to know the bewitching woman on his arm.

“You behave as if you were a man starved for love.” Her eyes are dark with want and her quiet laugh betrays how mutual this burning he feels is.

“As starved as you are, love.” Tommy cannot even bother to check the coast was clear as he kisses her hungrily at Ada’s doorstep.

Despite the need to sate the hunger they feel, they take their time, stumbling to the couch where they don’t bother removing their clothes. Any attempt to strip her of her fine clothes is met with a wicked grin, as he ran is hands up her silky skin and felt the lace he had paid for as she sank down on his hand.

“You said I had to wear the lace, you never said how.” The witch said against his mouth before kissing like a high-end whore.

“I need you.” He groans against the column of her neck as he kisses every freckle Solomons takes for granted and matches the slow pace she’s set. “Evie, I need you.”

Sex with Rose was good, a bit tame, but enough to scratch the itch. This was different, as if he’d known the witch before, as if he hadn’t been meant for anyone else except her.

“You don’t even know me, Tommy.” She pulled him back to her mouth as she rid him of his vest, gun holster and every item between her long black nails and his bare chest.

She could tear out his heart from his chest and he’d let her, just to fill that hollowness inside him.

They don’t stay in the couch, neither wanted the night to end and in silence decided they’d greet the dawn clad only in sin. The bed would be where they fuck in earnest, where he will take advantage of his own lack of fertility to ensure Solomons stays none the wiser.

Tommy takes his time peeling off the lingerie she wore only for him, kissing every inch of her and letting the sense of déjà vu guide and reward him with sounds he bets Alfie cannot string from her.

God was always cruel to him, to give him a soulmate and give her to a man who doesn’t worship her like she deserves. He tells her so when after feasts on her cunt like a man starved.

“Then show your goddess how a true believer should worship her.” She pulled him up and tasted herself in his tongue as he made love to her until she wept from the ecstasy.

Dawn paints her skin golden, and her eyes turn the color of his favorite whiskey, he wished he could wake every morning like this.

“Who knew Mr. Shelby was a poet?” the witch reads his thoughts and hears him use poetry to describe the naked goddess he's still inside of.

“Who knew soulmates were real?” their hands interlock as they lay together basking in the afterglow, pretending they don’t have cages to return to.

Tommy Shelby knows he must make her part of the deal: he will set Rose free only if Alfie does the same with Eva.

He can’t let her go, even if he’s only known her for a day or two, he knows he can’t live without her.

They all return home; Rose smells of Alfie and he smells of Eva. It is the first of many, they know it when Rose takes Ada’s old bedroom and Tommy’s in his own bed and both dream of their lovers.

Neither feel hurt as they did before when the guilt ate at Rose even if he’s never been loyal to her, the callous too thick to let them feel their sins burning against their conscious and damning them to hell once more.

“I hadn’t planned to tell you this until the Derby ended, but I will set you free. Our deal has been honored and you no longer need my protection in the form of a wedding ring and my last name.” It sounds cold and cruel to everyone but them.

Rose cries in relief and joy as she hugs him in gratitude. He’s set up the date with their lawyer, paid extra to have it done faster and even sought the Rabbi in Rose’s Temple to ask whether he needs a Get so his soon-to-be ex-wife can marry his lover’s husband.

Even if he does die today, he will die as Eva’s fiancé and not Rose’s husband.

“Rose and I declared our marriage over, and unless you do the same, I will blow your fine establishment up to marry your wife. The choice is yours, Solomons.” The gangster fears death and yet fears nothing today, but he trusts his witch. His witch who told him the grave he will dig is meant to show him how expendable he is to his new master.

Everything would fall into place and all would be right in the world…for them at least.

That night, still reeking of graveyard dirt and a man’s blood, he spends it in Eva’s arms in the sprawling house she will rule over as its rightful queen.

“How soon can we marry?” she holds on tightly to him as if they may wake up from this dream any moment.

“Before you start showing, I hope.” Tommy answers guessing why she’d even ask in the first place.

And so, they marry, in the last days of summer with a special license as their former spouses do the same in Margate.

Whether Charles Absalom Shelby is named for his uncle or Charlie Chaplin, is something only the new couple will know.

[minecraftbookshelf]

LETS SAY IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR MARRIAGE OF STATE AU

Just a little.

Maybe....

I have questions to posture you about if you don't mind-

How does adoption work in most Empires?

Also, if Xornoth is overprotective of their brother, and Lizzie with Jimmy, if Scott and Jimmy ever decided to adopt a child, how overprotective and spoiled with that kid be?

Does Scott and Xornoth have wings?

Is there a group in Rivendell that doesn't like Xornoth as king, and maybe some tries to take them off the throne throughout the years?

How does Jimmy fair to being in the cold?

Is the Ender Dragon important in this world? And how so?

How long does Xornoth visit Joey?

Should Scott or Jimmy even be trusted with a child?

Hello! Welcome to the chaos! Grab a seat, grab a snack, and join the circle!

I love talking about this AU (If you hadn't picked up on it by now XD)

Adoption varies from empire to empire, for some it is very culturally central, such as in Mezalea, and in others it is much more rare simply due to either the nature or size of the population, such as the Overgrown or Rivendell. In some places its more informal, such as the Swamp and in others its much more formal, again, like Mezalea.

The concept of adoption varies wildly between cultures as well. In Mezalea it is very much a formal "you are now part of our family as if you were born into it" stance, while in the Swamp its more along the lines of "you lost your family, whether through fate or their own poor choices, so now you will go find a new family either in your relatives or your immediate community"

The very concept of family varies so of course adoption is also going to change from place to place.

If Scott and Jimmy ever adopt a child that child will be absolutely spoiled rotten from all directions. (also addressing the last question here, no, Scott or Jimmy should never be trusted with a child tbh.)

Scott and Xornoth do have wings I had a whole crisis about it on here somewhere because I didn't want them to bc it felt a bit like too much but the more i wrote and built the more obvious it became they would have to have them. So here we are.

There are multiple factions among the Rivendell population that are Not Xornoth Fans. There have been some attempted insurrections, though not recently. The only major one was resolved with Xornoth's marriage.

Well now that would be telling ;)

See previous statement. But also yes, the Ender Dragon is going to be very important.

Xornoth visits Joey semi-frequently, though Joey probably visits them more often. Especially early on when Xornoth was still trying to figure out what was happening and how it happened XD

[localclownbaby]

in my Sebaciel AU ciel is in his human late 30s and accidentally and surprisingly even for himself adopts a human girl with unexplainable powers.

he never wanted children. he was always "the weak one". it would be a miracle if he lived long enough to marry. how could he let his children take after him and be so weak.

when everything burns away and he has to fill his brother's shoes he gets a real chance at having a family with strong and beautiful girl. she's healthy and she's beautiful and she looks at him with such intensity it almost burns. she dreams of having a family with him, he should be happy.

but he hates the idea of touching her like that, hates what he has become, hates this cruel rotten world. how could he bring his child into a world like this. he's rotten too but at least he's alone and no child should have a father like him.

when time passes and he and Sebastian happen, things start to change. they fight, they make up, they break each other and piece each other back into something new. it takes years. to lizzie he's dead and she mourned and she has a husband now. good for her. he hadn't thought about children in many many months. he thinks about Sebastian and about his own hunger for blood and about where should they sail next.

more time passes, he and Sebastian are private detectives solving crimes for fun and easy meals. he first sees Helen bleeding out of her cut throat in the hands of a man mad with grief and revenge. Sebastian kills her parents for their crimes, she screams in agony, blood gurgling in her throat and her tormentor suddenly combusts on the spot. that's new. her blond hair reminds him of lizzie. she's no older than thirteen. she's weak and almost dead. she's so angry it's the only thing that is keeping her alive. she reminds him of himself. he suddenly cannot let her die.

four years later she's tall and strong and healthy and so beautiful. he never had his own children but he let her survive. he let her sleep and eat and grow into her powers in the safety of their home.

she's not weak, she bears her own scars of the world. she's not his. some other woman birthed her. some other man killed for her. ciel's been killing for conviniece since he was a child. for her he would burn the world to the ground.

[clown-fromthe-sewers]

In All My Dreams I Drown

Sailor Au!Eden x Reader (songfic kinda?? Idk)

Warnings: Canon typical sex, referenced violence(not from Eden), dubcon/noncon, hallucinations(?), and a slight breeding kink(fuck you lizzy, deal with it), gender neutral/no pronouns, but fembodied reader. More under the bar.

It was storming, a nasty, howling and terrifying, making visions of the past whirl in your mind, full of only horror of the remembrance. The ship, it swayed, 'heave-ho, heave-ho's dripping from the deck, the sole other occupant getting to work for the night on ensuring the safety of the vessel for the time he'd be asleep, with you, on the dark and stormy blue.

The barks of the repeated word came to a stop and you could hear something other than the storm for once: his booted feet stomping below deck, followed soon by the slamming of the wooden door against the wall, both water-damaged and swelled from the weather. He was drenched in it, the storm having saturated his usually curly brown hair into a matted mess of glistening black, water pooling on his scruff like morning dew on grass, his face shining in the dim light. The wrinkle between his furrowed brows disappears at the sight of you, his shoulders relaxing as he made way to his bed, you laying there, wrapped only in his fur blankets.

"You haven't slept," he said, "in many suns and moons," he observed, though it was more like a command.

"Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore, and pray we get there soon-" you begin to protest, sitting up in the bed as the blankets fell from your body, exposing your breasts with the furs covering your lower half only, the necklace you wore falling between your cleavage. He interrupts you, digging through a drawer nailed into the wall of his cabin.

"Now hush love, here's your gown," he began, bringing forth a scanty white dress, lacy, and it looked as if it would come only to your mid thigh. "There's the bed-" He nods to you, as if to make his demands all the more obvious, "-lanterns down." His eyes drift to the oil lamp beside the bed, glowing in orange and red, casting deep shadows on everything the light could reach.

"But I don't want to go to sleep," you started, a dismayed grimace falling in place on your lips. Once more, you are cut off by him, he repeated the protest you'd said over and over your stay on the vessel.

"In all your dreams you drown," said he, an almost condescending tone to the words spoken in his deep voice. He strode over, demandingly shoving the gown to your breast, his hot hand making contact with your freezing skin, warmth finding you and making you relax despite your anger and apprehension toward this sailor.

You snatch it away, drawing it over your head and shoulders. It fell the rest of the way, covering your naked flesh that had begun to prickle at the exposure to cold once you'd been removed of the furs. Leaning back on the mattress, the back of your head colliding softly with the partially rotten wood of his boat, completely missing the look of desire that gleamed in his eye, the shine disappearing into the darkness when he snuffed the oil lamp.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he drawled, the words sending a spike of fear down your spine.

Eyes darting to his, you started once more to put up a fight, but the exhaustion weighed you down, keeping your movements sluggish and weak. Before you even began, you gave up, allowing Eden to take his place above you. As he peeled the blanket from your lower half, he let loose a growl, licking his dry lips, sweet with rainwater and salt from working deck all day, his pupils expanding to consume all of the hazel, leaving only a ring of green and brown around the black.

"It's time you go to sleep," he growled. Eden ripped open his pants, his ramshackle coat following suit to display the muscle built up from his time on the sea, then used his massive hands, reinforced by the masses of muscle behind on his bulging arms, to heft your hips up to his own, your legs hanging from his thighs.

Your calves interlap behind his back, crossing to bring him in closer as you felt the tent that came from his pelvis, kept trapped only by the white, threadbare briefs he wore, barely doing their purpose with how worn they were. You jolt as a clap of thunder sounded, unexpected without the flash of lightning. The fear triggers a vision of that pale, ivory figure and the shoving, rocking of a makeshift boat, laughs of children turning into screams of terror-

"Now hush love," whispered Eden, cooing as he stroked your cheek. "Here's your gown," he repeated, reminding you of your place, "There's the bed, lantern's down." His voice was the softest you'd heard it, placing a tender kiss to your lips after he spoke to remind you not only of your place, but to silently tell you of what you'd grown to be over the time you spent on his ship. It was like a dream with how slow everything moved, like it was all submerged in the thickest molasses. But you don't want to go to sleep, in all your dreams you drown.

"Captain! Captain," you cried for his attentions as he pulled the clothing down which restricted him, exposing himself to you and wetting his length in your arousal, "I will do your chores! I will warm your cot at night, and mop your cabin floors." Your voice was soft and begging, teary eyes staring up as you quiver beneath him. Your hands find his forearms, fingers dainty by comparison digging into his flesh. "Scold me! Hold me; I'll be yours to keep! The only thing I beg of you: don't make me go to sleep."

The next thing that leaves his mouth is a chuckle, then he leans over, nipping along your collarbone to under your ear, blowing hot air on your neck and making goosebumps bloom to the surface and your eyes closeon reflex. The sky flashed with lightning once more, the blood red moon barely exposed through the black, ravenous clouds sparking the visage of Eden's vessel sinking, the sheets lacing between your legs as the boat was rent and felled; Eden's in the water headed to the mouth of hell.

You're snapped from the lull as a roiling wave crashed against the side of the boat, making you in the bed and into Eden, he letting loose a groan of appreciation when he felt your warm, wet arousal on his engorged length. He positions himself at your entrance, leaking and tight in your virginity.

A growl is wrenched from his chest, throaty and deep and barbaric as he slid into you, leaving you to gasp as you felt a nauseating pinch deep within you, your hymen ripping and signaling your loss of innocence. He pants as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to the size of him for a few moments only before he was pulling out, slowly pushing himself back into your tender depths. His cock was smattered in in blood, but the new feeling gnawing at your gut blocked the gruesome sight from bothering you much at all.

The pillow fall from beneath your head, toeing to the brink of the cot with each rock of his hips that sent you jolting upwards, his thrusts increasing in speed each time he bottomed out. Your arms wrap around his neck and brought him down, your heels pressing at his ass to meld him into yourself. Moans from you, the sailor and the sea were accompanied by the groans of the cot, each thrust making it protest under your combined weight.

"Eden," you choke out when his stubbled jaw met your sensitive neck, his lips laying kisses and nips on your skin, painting a picture of his desire and leaving you mewling below him, falling into whatever he wished. "I need-" you couldn't get much else out, a gasp pulled from your chest that surprised even you when the head of his cock hit something inside which you'd never felt before.

Eden's lips found yours, locking in a lethargic kiss, bruising with each slow movement he made against you, a moan swallowed up between you as your first kiss was taken so passionately, something so surprising in a town such as this one.

Eyes rolling back in your head, you could feel the upbeat of all his rocks into you, stealing away breaths and letting a symphony of lewd noises and creaks sound through his cabin. His thumb fell to your clit as he pulled away from your lips, pupils blown as he trailed his gaze from the line of saliva connecting the two of you to your eyes, staring deep into you soul as he flicked at your sex, watching you break apart under his ministrations.

Your hand falls away from his shoulder, carmine staining the pads of your fingers and beneath your nails, grasping at his free hand and interlacing your dainty fingers with his calloused and work worn ones. A whining moan falls from his lips at that, his brows furrowing and his muscles clenching, hoping to hold back the high that threatened to end him then and there. His thumb hastens, pressing harshly against your nub and making that heat burn within like a fire, the coiling rope pulling taut until finally- it snaps, your vision blanking as a wailing moan comes forth, not only from you but also the wind whipping at the ship with the intense desire to sink you and Eden beneath the gnashing and moaning waves.

You finish with a clap of thunder, making the sight of a pale ivory figure overtake you mind, a hot feeling blooming in your innards with each spurt of Eden's searing seed.

Eden's berth rocked into you for a few moments after, releasing the rest of him in you with a quiet, drawn out groan, the sound bordering on either pain or satisfaction. The pillow falls from the edge as a result, a thump amidst the screeching wind and the tandem voices gasping for breath after such exertion.

"Good," Eden pants as he pulled out, drawing himself away from you and sitting on his heels to look on your spent form leaking his spend. Lazily, he pushed it back in your tender hole, you cringing at the sensitive flesh being agitated again. When he was finished, he brought the finger to your mouth, making you lap up the essence of your debauchery until he was atisfied with the cleanliness of the digit, pulling it from your lips with a breathless hum.

Eden crawls beside you and collapses, arms needily wrapping around your waist and drawing you close to him, and placing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder, tucking himself close your body to sleep.

"It's time you go to sleep," he grumbles in that deep voice of his, the usual grimace adorning his face.

"Eden," you start to mumble again, but you're cut off once more by Eden.

"Hush now, hush love, heres your gown-" He tugs gently at the thin cloth of your night dress, then smooths his hand over the fur blanket, pulling it onto the both of you, "There's the bed, lantern's down," he reminded, whispering without thought.

"I'm begging you, please wake me up," you mumble, fatigue finally catching up when you couldn't even finish the last few words of the sentence you'd been relaying to him your entire stay, "In all my dreams I-" the rest of he sentence falling into oblivion, caught by the waves and breaking apart in their fury as you fell asleep, eyes closing slowly without even a yawn to warn you.

"Drown," he finished unbeknownst to you, clutching you tightly; that night, the first time since you'd been on the sea, you dreamt not of ivory, but warm brown consumed by black as sweaty curls of the same color dripped down rainwater from above, dotting your face in salty wetness.

So uh, that happened. Don't blame me, I was in a feverish haze for two days straight so I don't even know what this is.

[inbetweenhours]

what are all the siblings powers in the super power au

I described Jimmy's powers in response to your ask HERE!

As for the other 3... Here are my notes from my document :]

Lizzie’s power is called “Leviathan”. She can breath water and is a naturally adept swimmer. She has always had an affinity for the water. What really surprised her was when as a teen she had gotten into a rotten fight with her step mother. A lifetime of pent up frustration unleashed with no one else home and she found herself transformed into a sea monster, a true creature of the depths. It terrified her at the time but after leaving home and meeting her now husband Joel she found herself confessing these powers to him in a moment of vulnerability. He thought it was incredible, loves her so much, and she became emboldened to use her power for vigilante work, which she had admired.

Pearl's power is called "Watcher: The Moon".  It allows her eyes to glow, as well as gives her better perception/sight and dark vision. Her main power works as a mirror, reflecting light, powers, damage, etc. It's just the concept of reflection in action.

Grian's power is called "Watcher": The Sun". It allows his eyes to glow, as well as gives him better perception/sight and dark vision. Creates flashes of closing eyes that spark and (if he tries hard enough) act as small explosives, blinding and disorienting opponents, leaving sunspots of eye imagery.

[pacificwaternymph]

*runs inside*

Please I need answers.

For Empires superhero Fic/series

What was the reason Scott and Xornoth ended their relationship(brothers)??

What was so bad that could make Xornoth hate Scott??

And random question while I'm here, how would Scott and Jimmy act as parents(since one is a villain and the other is a hero), and may Mojang forbid if Xornoth ever found out about Scott's child

Oh hi!

Well it wasn't really one big event, but more of a slow build up. I'll probably get more into it during the second arc of the superhero au, but the general gist is that Xornoth slowly started losing themself to madness and becoming slowly more abusive towards Scott.

They already had misaligning moral codes but Scott felt scared to actually say anything about it and eventually it all spiraled out of control when one of their fights went too far, resulting in the battle that decimated a third of the city.

I can definitely see the two of them adopting a kid later down the line since they're both very familiar with what it's like to grow up without parents. I think Scott would be terrified by the prospect of turning out like his brother, but they'd both be pretty good parents. They'd spoil that kid rotten, that's for certain. Lizzie would probably be a huge help as well.

And as for that last point, we don't really have to worry about that anymore do we :)

[havocmadden]

oh love all of those choices!! i have to say i really enjoyed best friends whenever when it was on. i'm not sure if i've seen all of it but it was a cute show!! i know it's one of your favorites!! and the tea is cyd x shelby was done better than riley x maya I SAID IT anyway gmw is lowkey dead to me so haha okay so some of my favorites are:

the rotten four, mal x evie, troyella, austin x dez, austin x ally, alex x harper, miley x lily, ben x mal, kimron, candace x jeremy, christopher x jessica, liv x holden, gordo x lizzie, amy x jake, amy x hartley

if this gives me away oh well 😅

okay so what were some of your favorite things from this year? favorite songs, albums, tv shows, movies, books, experiences, anything! and if you just rewatched older things that counts too!! -gcwca secret santa

i will say i definitely have some IDEAS now but i'm not very good at guessing so i could be wrong

also yeah gmw was like. i like gmw a lot but mostly i like the version that exists in my head and not in reality. i should finish my gmw/btvs crossover au actually,,, and i should write some bfw fic. i can't believe i've never written best friends whenever fic actually

some of my favorite things in 2022:

noah kahan's stick season

xana's tantrums

the locked tomb/gideon the ninth series!

getting to see a bunch of ghibli movies and the dark crystal in the theaters

arcane!!

getting to go see wicked the musical

watching movies with the gcwca. ik i'm not there very much but when i am i always have a great time <3

writing!!! idk if this COUNTS but i am very proud of myself for getting out two longer fics this year, both for people's birthdays and for doing nanowrimo and for my word count overall this year (currently 151k; hoping i can get to 155 before the year ends)

exandria unlimited calamity! it was just. augh. i loved it. i think about it constantly

movie night with peter and getting to see peter in november!! always a highlight of every year 💕💕💕💕

i feel like i didn't do a whole lot this year in terms of things that were interesting but. i hope you had a lot of good/favorite things happen this year too

[stellarcat52]

More details for The Winged and The Rotten (weird empires smp au I came up with.)

X has wings but can’t fly, however, after discovering how to levitate from studying shulkers he can use that magic and his wings to maneuver himself in the air.

Scott was originally named Aeolus (I might change that) and renamed himself after running away from the temple.

X doesn’t like his name (going by X with people he likes/trusts) but doesn’t think he deserves a better name (yet) since he can’t stop the corruption, and part of him doesn’t want to.

X’s voice is almost identical to Scott’s, same with anything except his deer body, but he uses magic to change it to be threatening (and after a while just keeps it like that as a sort of defense against getting too close to people)

Continuing that X’s shared features with Scott are almost identical (coloring differences, and non-inherited trait differences), X wears a veil to prevent people making the connection that he looks like the winged stag hero.

Scott kept the letter that X wrote that lead to him running away.

The whole “if one gets injured they both do” includes illnesses and poisons no matter how little they effect them. The only thing it doesn’t effect is their magic (at least directly)

When they get sick they can struggle to control/use their magic. This doesn’t effect post-memory wipe Scott as much as it does X.

X has only ever carried one tool/weapon, and it’s a walking stick. Anything else he uses/fights with is made of his magic.

X’s physical magic often appears as vines or tentacles, but casting spells usually has a red, flowery appearance or looks like blood.

Scott’s magic usually appears as either liquid gold or water which solidify for physical magic, and spells have branching or frosting patterns.

I am still watching the other’s povs (I’m half of the way through Joey’s, and I’ve watched Scott’s and Lizzie’s) and will add on more as I catch up.

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Hfhhfhdhhfhf thank you- my fnaf AU is kinda a big comfort to me so ty for letting me talk about it (though i didn't say that before so you wouldn't feel pressured)

So quickest rundown I can give, TW for canon typical content as well as discussion of abuse and trauma

The story starts around nineteen seventy something when William and Henry start Fredbear's Family Diner. It's just a nice restaurant- think Chuck E Cheese's Pizza Time Theater from the late 70s- until William up and fucking murders Charlie out of literally nowhere because he's obsessed and jealous of Henry and wants to control Henry's life.

Her death happens in March a month before Elizabeth's, and she was buried in the woods, having bled to death in the alley after being stabbed in the back. (Get it?)

When Charlie's soul possesses The Puppet William's like HOLY SHIT IT'S ALIVE??? I GOTTA REPLICATE THESE RESULTS AND FIGURE IT OUT because he's William. In comes the Funtimes.

When Elizabeth died, William was upset at first, mostly annoyed with Elizabeth for disobeying even though he totally set the situation up by manipulating and lying to her that Baby was for her, but he covered up the event of her disappearance, and stopped caring that she had died when he found out she was possessing Baby.

I'm not gonna bore you with talking about his remnanty shit u know what he was doing

Cassidy, 8 years old and soon to turn 9, had witnessed Elizabeth's death, and in the wake of their loss, he and Michael both fell into awful spirals. Cassidy became a terrified wreck, scared to death of animatronics and of William. Michael became a massive bully with anger issues, taking out his pent up anger on Cassidy by bullying and terrorizing him, leading to the bite.

After the bite, Michael's whole angry teen facade fell apart and he became a broken husk of himself. His obsessive grief spiral and guilt was only worsened by an incident after the diner's temporary closure post-bite, where William brought Michael in and Fredbear attempted to brutally attack Mike.

This confirmed to William that Cassidy was possessing it, and that discovery led to the MCI.

In January of '84, Michael met a classmate named Jeremy Fitzgerald, who he later ended up dating until the bite. Jeremy's younger stepsister Susie Miller had been a short lived friend of Elizabeth's, from Charlie's death to Lizzie's own. Susie was 9 and a half in June when her puppy, Buddy, was run over by William's truck and buried in the backyard of the Miller residence. William straight up stole the dog corpse and put it into Toy Foxy- the next day, Susie was lured away and killed.

Next were 5 and 7 year old Jeremy Young and Gabriel Lowe. Jeremy had recently been adopted by a young couple ecstatic to have a child who practically spoiled him rotten; he was about as happy and innocent as a child can be. Gabriel, from a big family, was more timid and cautious, but unfortunately easily swayed by his surrogate brother Jeremy's optimism. They disappeared in January of 1985.

And finally was Mitzi Oliveira- Fritz, technically, but she used either. Mitzi had been a friend of Cassidy, though she never got along with Elizabeth. Mitzi was one of Charlie's many friends. Mitzi had been there to chill with Susie while she waited for Elizabeth to come back and play with her and her new puppy. Mitzi had battled Gabriel in many a video game match, chased little Jeremy around the pizzeria in sugar high induced spontaneous tag games she never held back from winning even though she was twice his age. And Mitzi was now seeing her dear friends' faces on missing posters all over town. Distressed and unsure of what to make of it, Wiliam lured her away promising to reunite her with her friends. Her mangled corpse was forced into the Foxy animatronic.

Aside from Cassidy, who was already alive and in full control, Charlie was the one to "give life" to the others and wake them up. While Jeremy is just scared and confused, only following the others because he wants to go home, the rest are all vengeful and angry.

Though, Susie's anger quells quite a bit in 1987 when she's reunited with her beloved puppy Buddy in the form of The Mangle.

Speaking of Buddy, he was never fully trained. He always had a bit of a biting problem.

Especially with Jeremy (though Jeremy didn't mind much.)

Hmm.

No I'm kidding it was Toy Chica who bit Jeremy.

Also around that time, the longest serving employee of Fazbear Entertainment, Scott Leskowitz (AKA Phone Guy), as well as the only one aside from William who knew about the missing children, was killed by Golden Freddy and inhabited the form of Shadow Bonnie. Fun fact, Scott had schizophrenia which made it very easy for William to gaslight Scott into keeping his mouth shut about what he knew. Now as Shadow Bonnie, Scott took on the alias of RWQFSFASXC or RWQ, and basically became a father/older brother figure to Cassidy mainly, but he cared about all of them. This helped the children to eventually let go of their anger. Cassidy especially needed that as it allowed him to forgive Michael to an extent.

Ok speeding up basically now here's 1990 after another 3 years of just, idk, crashing on his friend Bee's couch or smn /j Michael finds Circus Baby's rental opening and gets a job there. Using his grief from the loss of his sister Baby through Ennard manipulates and breaks down Michael so he won't resist the scooper and they can kill him and wear his flesh to escape.

Unsure of what to do, Michael returns to the main pizzeria to try and look for clues on how he can even start finding and stopping William, when he comes across Charlie, in The Puppet. In life, she had seen Mike as a big brother, and while she knows Cassidy's view on him she wholly believes he isn't a bad person and William is the problem, so she begins aiding Michael in his goals. God knows he needs someone- anyone- to be with him. His connection to Charlie puts him in a central place to reach the other dead kids, on a more... spiritual? Interpersonal? Level. Basically instead of therapy he has traumatized children. He's even able to begin to reconcile with Cassidy, and starts to pursue Ennard's whereabouts to get those souls as well.

But the fact remains that these children are suffering, and Michael had to let them go. So he and Charlie plan the destruction of everyone but Michael, with the Fazbear's Fright fire.

Oh yeah, also, um, William is Springtrap. That's a thing.

Anyways, Charlie decides to pull a fast one and get out of the fire and run away. William also manages to do this. Michael's depressed ass almost considers NOT doing this, but he can't rest until William is gone and his loved ones are free. So he continues.

It's here that he meets Caleb, and reunites with Henry. In her sudden isolation Charlie has started to go off the deep end a bit, so she's now contained inside Lefty. Caleb had accidentally aided William, unknowing of his ulterior motive. Michael at this point is at the full conclusion of his development; he accepts Caleb's good intentions despite his past and a relationship develops between them. Caleb is angry and hurt when he learns Michael is planning to sacrifice himself, but Michael insists it's how it has to be, and in the end, he leaves for work the day of the fire without telling Caleb, leaving him with a voice recording (taking after Henry) and Helpy, so Caleb will always have a memoir of Michael with him.

Caleb actually becomes a designer for Fazbear Entertainment because he associates it with Michael, and designs Glamrock Helpy as a little helper mascot. Cute tidbit.

Uhhhh I can explain SB later but this is insanely long already lol

MICHAEL AND THE MECHANIC <3<3<3<3<3<3

And I love the small backstories on the missing children, my babies 😭

And love how at the end even though Michael canonically could very well be dead, and he later possesses Glamrock Freddy in your AU, I was still just like “NOOOOOO-“ when I read about him sacrificing himself and leaving Helpy for Caleb to remember him

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monrose

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General surgery

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regurgitate

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the mentors

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[undead-doofus]

I was tagged by 🖤 @someonespetturtle 🖤 to answer 30 questions Lets do this shit: 1. Nickname: Lizard Queen, Lizzy, Bruja and France (for those of you who know, know. If you don’t don’t ask)

2. Gender: it’s an enigma

3. Sign: sad goldfish

4. Height: 5'2, 5'6/7 with shoes

5. Time: for you to get a watch

6. Birthday: March 12

7. Favorite Bands: The Doors, BAUHAUS, Aus Rotten, THE CRAMPS

8. Favorite Solo Artist: I can’t decide

9. Song stuck in my head: Mercy Seat

10. Last movie I watched: Nightmare on Elm Street

11. Last Show I watched: Bobs Burgers

12. When did I create my blog: it’s been 5 long years

13. What do I post: politics, music, cool pictures and a shit ton of roses

14. Last Thing I googled: how long it’d take to walk to a taco shop

15. Do you have any other blogs: yes but no

16. Do you get asks: sometimes but super rarely

17. Why did you choose your URL: I like bats and people say I look like a witch cuz my hair crazy, I wear all black and the shoes I wear be pointy

18. Following: lovely people

19. Followers: a bunch of cutie patoots

20. Favorite color: lime green

21. Average hours of sleep: HA!

22. Lucky Number: 4

23. Instruments: i sing and it’s my fav thing to do since I was very little

24. What am I wearing: black pants, black pointy boots and a La Muerte lotería card crop top

25. How many blankets do I have: why

26. Dream job: I’m studying art so art

27. Dream trip: -

28. Favorite Food: I don’t know, probably pan y tacos

29. Nationality: Chicanx

30. Favorite song: I can’t choose but “Looks like Nylon looks like steel!!!”

I tag @tongueart @yinyangknightomega and whoever wants to cuz I love so many of you but I can’t spell, just @ me

[missladytale]

FAQ

I will answer some of the more normal asks I get so you all can just read here for your answer before asking ~ This cover Fruittale, Clustergemtale, Fruitswap and my none AU skeletons.

Q: Can I draw your characters?

A: Yes of course! love seeing what you guys can create.

Q: Can I ship your characters with mine?

A: I don’t want people to ship around my characters. 

Q: Can I rp with your characters?

A: No you can’t roleplay with my character they are made for my use only end of story.

Q: Can I hug your characters?

A: Yes but do not expect me to draw it.

Q: How can I have a ship with you so it will be canon?

A: First find out if the character you want to ship with is available and then talk to me/ rp with me. If they click with each other they might get together.

Q: Where can I get to know more about Fruittale?

A: Fruittale will be a working progress. You guys will see more of the characters and stuff but keep in mind I have work so I do not always have time to draw.

Q: Is Rotten Melon's bad side?

A: He was but now they are brothers because he got his own soul.

Q: What is the canon ships?

A: 

Sacrifiser and Cluster 

Galaxylight and Artic 

Stardust and Valor

Kayde, Pyro and Cicada

Mora and Zareh 

Melon/Rotten and Marubi 

Cantaloupe, knox and Turiara

Cotton and Nova

Berry and Aurora

Goop/Fruittale!gaster and Lizzy

Q: What drawing program do you use?

A: paint tool sai and clip studio.

Q: Can I use your artwork?

A: No I don’t want my artwork to be reposted anywhere, or used in videos with out my permission. 

Q: Where can I support your artwork?

A: You can always by my coffee on https://ko-fi.com/A465REM <3

Or you can support me on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/LadySuika <3

Q: Is your commissions open?

A: Yes they are! Here is my commission list https://missladytale.tumblr.com/tagged/paypal-commission

( will be updated when more later and if you are not sure about something about my art, characters or anything just ask and I will gladly answer them! )

Character available to ask!

Melon Rotten Cantaloupe  - No icons Fika  - No icons CottonCandy  - No icons BerryCandy - No icons Clustergem/Cluster - No icons Pepoberry - No icons GalaxyLight Stardust - No icons Kayde Mora - No icons

References:

Melon/Rotten

Cantaloupe

PepoBerry

Melon’s Kids 5 years

ClusterGem

GalaxyLight

Nebula and Aurora ( Aurora belongs to @twinklephoenix

Kayde

PERSONA

Mora