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[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi Magic System - Bits about Magic and Mana

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Baby boy. Perfect. A good noodle.

Evil. An annoyance. Why I must I agree with him

Also I think Al Hathiam might be growing on me... ahhhhh

[reinvent-and-believe]

[draconicdeityarts]

Caine TADC u are one of my favorite creatures

[checkthebox]

Man-Woman is verryy fun 2 draw

here are some humanizations 2, hope u like em

[zipzapzopzoop]

"Sasparilla! My teeth are back!"

Bud Robinson | Meet the Robinsons (2007)

[krismatic]

I am completely normal about daiba nana

[invis-o-william]

Day 7: Mind Control

With a start, Tucker woke up, the memory of sand and pyramids fresh in his mind. After looking around his darkened room for a moment, he sighed and settled back into his pillow.

Ever since his encounter with the staff of Duul Aman, he kept having odd dreams. Of Egypt, ancient temples, and strange foreign words he could almost decipher but kept escaping his grasp.

Turning, Tucker looked at his bedside clock. It was 3:35 A.M. and there was no way he would be able to fall asleep again after his dream. He knew from experience that if he did the dreams would only grow in intensity. So instead he flicked on the light and grabbed his PDA from its stand.

He opened its journal app, and after tapping for a new entry began typing out what he could remember from his dream. It wasn’t much this time; a river boat on the Nile, an image of the Great Pyramids, and a few odd hieroglyphs, but nevertheless he recorded all he could. The journal was full of these dream entries. Sometimes Tucker could manage to decipher the hieroglyphs he saw in his dreams, but most of the time there were too few to gain any real meaning from them.

From what he could learn though, most of them were from spells. Spells reserved for only the highest priests to perform, often in secret. Spells that Tucker couldn’t help but wonder if he could use. He had used ancient Egyptian magic before hadn’t he? While it had been when his mind was in the grips of Duul Aman, it was still his body, his abilities. But he was still nervous to try. To do so would mean using the staff, letting its power course through him again, and Tucker wasn’t sure he could handle it.

He had long accepted that he was somehow the reincarnation of Duul Aman, living once more in the modern age. While that was true though, he also wasn’t Duul Aman anymore. He wasn’t a tyrant bent on power and immortality through any means, and he valued his family and friends more than anything else. What bothered him though was that version of himself still existed, at least within the staff.

Whenever he held it, it was hard not to lose his mind to the power that it contained. The staff would so easily overtake him and make him into the man he didn’t ever want to be that he was nervous to go near it.

If these dreams kept up though, he might just have to try. They were growing in frequency and intensity and Tucker desperately wanted to understand what they meant. Mulling it over in his mind, he sent a text out in his group chat with Danny and Sam which was appropriately titled “Boo Buddies” before beginning his research on the hieroglyphs from this night's dream.

. . .

The next morning at school he ran into Sam first, which was typical. Danny usually either ran into a minor ghost on the way to school, or was otherwise held up by his parents’ insane inventions.

“What did you mean by past life dreams Tuck? And in the middle of the night?” she asked straight to the point. Tucker sighed, he had been hoping she would at least wait for Danny to get there.

“Well, it's Duul Aman. Ever since the whole staff thing I keep getting dreams about him, and I want to try something." He kept his wording intentionally vague, half worried about her response and half worried about getting to class on time. “I’ll tell both you guys more about it at lunch, we should get to class.”

Sam narrowed her eyes at him, but followed to homeroom regardless as she saw Danny rounding the corner.

. . .

“You want to try what?!” Danny’s yell was swallowed by the cacophony of sound produced by the cafeteria.

“Keep it down will ya?” Tucker hushed him, “It’s not that big of a deal!”

Danny ran a hand through his hair, “Not a big deal? Tucker we’re talking about messing with Duul Aman’s powers. You know, the guy who kinda turned you into a megalomaniac for a bit? I’d say that’s pretty big.”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know, I think it might be worth a shot.”

Tucker huffed a laugh. Of course, leave it to the goth to be interested in spells.

“But what if he takes over Tucker’s mind again and goes all Pharaoh-ey!” Danny said, waving his hand in a mimicry of Tucker using the staff.

“That’s why you guys will be staying with me.” Tucker swallowed, “Just in case I can’t fight it off, I want you guys to knock me out before I start going nuts.”

Danny looked at Sam for help, but she shut him down.

“You know if we don’t help he’ll just end up trying it by himself.” she said, and Danny couldn’t help but agree that she had a point there.

“Fine,” he sighed, “but I still think this is a bad idea.”

. . .

They met that night in Jackson Park by the treeline, Sam and Tucker on foot and Danny in ghost form with the staff. Ever since the Duul Aman incident he had kept it stored in the Ghost Zone with Pandora since she seemed the type to know how to care for ancient cursed artifacts.

“Ok,” said Tucker, rubbing his hands together nervously. “Did you bring a book Sam?”

Sam replied by pulling out a black leather-bound journal from her coat.

“Good, good. Ok so now I just need…the staff.” he looked hesitantly at the scarab topped staff in Danny’s hand.

“Uh, what spells exactly are you going to try? Just in case something goes wrong.” Danny asked, well aware of how the staff thrummed with power when Tucker looked at it.

“Right, um well, first I’m going to try a book protection spell that I found. I figure that should be pretty safe. And then, uh, there’s this one spell that’s for ‘opening up the west’. I think that one is to make a temporary portal to the afterlife, so like, it'll lead to the Ghost Zone? At least that’s if I read everything right.” Tucker’s nerves were really starting to get to him, but he had to try to do this and see if he was right. See if he could actually do it.

“I figure if I can make a portal then I could use it to help you when you’re fighting ghosts?” he asked.

Danny considered this for a moment. “The first one, yeah I can understand. The Ghost Zone though? I don’t know, there’s a lot of things that could go wrong there.”

“Which is why you’re here just in case!” Tucker said with as confident a smile he could muster. “Just, let’s try the first one and go from there.” he reached his hand out for the staff which Danny reluctantly handed over.

As soon as it was in his hand Tucker felt a wave of energy wash over him. That was okay though, he was prepared for it this time. Pushing back mentally against the power he cleared his mind and reached for his PDA. “See, I’m alright. Now Sam, we should probably have the book on the ground. Just in case.”

Sam nodded, “Right. Be careful with it, that’s my favorite copy of Dracula.” and laid the book carefully on the grass.

Tucker breathed deeply, feeling the staff’s power flow through him, pulled up the ancient text from his phone, and began reciting the words.

As he read, Danny and Sam exchanged a look. Tucker’s eyes had begun to glow golden but neither wanted to break his concentration by noting it aloud. Soon though that disappeared as he finished the incantation.

“Ok then,” Tucker said shakily, “that was manageable. Also, I think it worked. Danny, you should try and open it.”

Danny nodded and bent down to pick up the book. It seemed normal to him, however when he went to open it the thing felt like it had been glued shut. Raising his eyebrows he handed it over to Sam who was able to easily open the cover.

Tucker smiled, “Cool right, now only Sam should be able to actually open it!”

Danny had to agree that it was pretty impressive, and something he might think about using for his journal of ghost attacks as well. While he had hidden it in his wall for safekeeping from his parents he still wanted some extra security, just in case.

“Do you think you’re okay to try the next one? It’s okay if you need a break.” Sam said, both awe and concern evident in her voice.

Tucker thought about it for a moment. While it was exhausting trying to hold the power back from overwhelming him, he also couldn’t resist seeing what else he could do with this power. “I’m going to give the portal a try.” he said, and before Danny could protest he began the incantation.

Danny was more apprehensive about this spell. The book one was cool and pretty useful, but conjuring a portal to the Ghost Zone? That seemed like a huge leap forward for Tucker. But he wanted to be a good friend and trust in his abilities, so he watched as his friend started the next spell.

Tucker felt confident. He could do this, the first spell was a success and he was sure this one would be as well. As he spoke the ancient words he felt the power emanating from the staff increase, and as it washed over him he felt his mind slip to the power of Duul Aman.

Well, at least he had his friends there to stop him from creating another sphinx.

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

warbler chatfic drabble

Jeff: hottest new directions member go

Wes: My girlfriend.

Jeff: laaaaaaame

Sebastian: Blaine

Nick: besides Blaine

Nick: I like the blonde one

Trent: Quinn? yeah she's really pretty

Nick: no the guy

Sebastian: the one with the weird mouth who did that Magic Mike move at nationals???

Nick: YES

Nick: him.

Sebastian: no way you're thirsting over Fish Bait.

Jeff: I'm with bas on this one

Trent: Nick, I'm on your side

Trent: He's cute

Sebastian: I hate gay people

Wes: Sebastian, you're gay.

Nick: like super gay

Jeff: like ultra high school level gay

Sebastian: I multitask.

[goldeneko]

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: two digital drawings, fanart of the sitcom show Mash. one is a portrait of hawkeye pierce. the other is a short comic of hawkeye and trapper laughing uproariously, then frank and margaret looking frustrated. at the end it reads "and then hawk and trap got arrested." end id]

mash doodles from tonight

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Spanish speaking guest user on my fic I would kill for you

[stardivingsea]

the way that I don’t understand law enforcement in fantasy worlds where there’s been active references to reviving someone even after a minute since death. what do you mean you have to leave the body there so it can be investigated as an ACTIVE crime scene. that boy could be alive again if you hurried instead of talking about it. he doesn’t have to lie there for days.

[secondhand-lions]

the one where both Nora AND Constantine are "sole" survivors

Nora is still the one shot, and Constantine's first actions upon thaw are still to get Nora out of the pod and try to save her life. This time, however, Nora is not long dead, and is instead still trying to fight Kellogg about Shawn. hate is a strong emotion but i fear it is the only strength she has left. Constantine manages to get the wound to stop bleeding (relatively easy, they're both half-frozen anyway) but can't get to the first aid materials to continue helping (cane snapped with the sudden temperature change the first time he entered the pod, can't get his legs underneath him) and gets pretty distressed about it. ("please, god, not you too, nora, please, please")

Nora, well, she can't let that stand. She helps Constantine keep himself out of a panic attack and they manage to drag themselves first to the nearest first aid kit and then out of that vault-shaped pit.

they go get their jackets back from Codsworth (and Constantine gets his leg brace back) and then onwards into Concord yayy. they have an argument that technically starts in front of Preston during the Power Armor talk but only really happens in the hall outside. "motherfucker you have ptsd" "nora, i'm the only one here with training, and i've seen too many people die in those suits to let it be you" "do you not fucking hear yourself?" "i do. i know. it'll have to work out." and Nora gets onto the ground to help him anyway.

unfortunately, deathclaw. fortunately (and unfortunately for the deathclaw), Nora keeps a level enough head and the deathclaw is too distracted by the giant hunk of metal shooting at it to notice Constantine (said giant hunk of metal) gesturing towards one of the old cars and Nora rigging it to explode. she knows it'll be really fucking bad for Constantine. she does it anyway, because she trusts him.

uhhhhhhhhhh yeah i don't have much else for this one. Nora still has that moment with Marcy ["just... don't let your grief make you lose what you have left."] but it's a lot more hopeful in the "this sucks and is bad and will continue to be bad but i'm doing a little better now" way.

OH YEAH Constantine's a quiet, heavily-scarred, strong man with intense eyes who has clearly been in and won a lot of very very bad fights. he's helpful, sure, and there's a moment or two of him noticing something small and fixing it for someone (an issue, a hit to quality-of-life that they don't have the energy/time to fix right now), but other than when he's doing a job or is actively sought out, he tends to keep his distance. resting bitch face, yknow?

anyway, Nora's always been better with people than he is, so she's in the room while Sturges and Preston (and, lets be real, Marcy) are having an admittedly gossipy conversation about The Scary Guy Who Lives With Us. Nora (who was previously minding her damn business, thank you very much) turns from where she's sitting (barstool) to comment, [incredulously, then disbelieving] "You're kidding, right?" (blank faces) "Connie's the gentlest, kindest man I've ever met."

and then that nudges Preston and Sturges to kinda just... accept that Constantine looks scary and to meet him where he's at and get to know him a little better.

marcy just accepts that he looks scary.

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie

💙 Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout

by mermorgie

T, WIP, 42k, Wangxian

Summary: Frustrated and desperate to stop hearing Wei Wuxian’s voice echo in his ears, Lan Wangji makes a mistake with the Lan silencing spell that he cannot undo. Temporarily muted, Wei Wuxian struggles to pretend that he’s fine, while Lan Wangji struggles to make it up to him. Kay's comments: This story feels like someone searched my brain for all my favourite things and then made a fic out of it and I love it. Here we have a Cloud Recesses Study Arc canon-divergence where Lan Wangji accidently uses a very strong muting spell on Wei Wuxian, which leads to him not being able to speak at all. It doesn't go well for anyone involved, but it also gives the opportunity to get to know each other better sooner. Love how the author went all-out on panicked gay teenager Lan Wangji, who just can't handle having a crush and miscommunicates so hard at every opportunity and I love how Wei Wuxian's muteness is explored and what that might mean for his relationship with his peers. Excerpt: Jin Zixuan scowled from his place behind the Jiang boys, crossing his arms and glaring at the back of Wei Wuxian's head, "You've already got everyone looking at you as it is– are you that desperate for attention, Wei Wuxian? Would you quit treating everything like a game?" Wei Wuxian tried to make another noise as he threw a nasty glare behind him. “No,” Lan Wangji finally forced the world from his lips, hot frustration and a bit of anger pushing up through his chest as he watched Wei Wuxian face ridicule and scorn for Lan Wangji’s mistake, “Not a game.” Jin Zixuan huffed, “See? Lan-er-gongzi doesn’t have time for your playing around, Wei Wuxian!” Wei Wuxian had been shaking his head back and forth, but quickly slowed to stop as he realized that it didn’t matter. No one was paying his nonverbal protests any attention. “No,” Lan Wangji tried again, voice tight, “Not playing.” Jiang Wanyin and Jin Zixuan wore matching expressions of confusion, them and the rest of the disciples watching Lan Wangji as he struggled to find the words to explain. He was frustrated, and the words that were normally so difficult for him now felt almost impossible. Wei Wuxian was the one who couldn’t open his mouth, but Lan Wangji was starting to feel like he couldn’t breathe.

wip, wip rec week, pov lan wangji, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, cloud recesses shenanigans, gusu lan silencing spell, muteness, sign language, mute wei wuxian, implied/referenced child abuse, anxiety attacks, pining, lan wangji is a panicked gay, supportive sibling lan xichen, jin zixuan tries, lan qiren tries, protective jin zixuan, bisexual jin zixuan, scheming nie huaisang, miscommunication, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, angst, wei wuxian has adhd, autistic lan wangji, wei wuxian has a fear of dogs, dysfunctional jiang family, not jiang cheng friendly, homophobia, @yinyuexuelei

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[splickedylit]

excerpting

Domestic Diplomacy II is turning out to be even more "splickedy gratuitously gets caught in the weeds of xenosociology and alien language barriers, the fic sequel" and tbh I'm not mad about it

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“Oh, your moirail!” says Jade, and bounces upright, ignoring John’s wary little soft human cautionary hiss.  To your vague surprise, she’s apparently learned enough not to do the human holding-out-a-hand gesture they usually do when they’re introduced; she clasps her hands in front of her, nonexistent claws politely folded in, and ducks her head briefly forward and to one side, careful not to jab at him with her nonexistent horns. 

It's a pretty passable greeting—for a social equal, which is its own bizarre issue, considering he’s a highblood.  But relatively non-offensive, for a human, and fortunately for her she’s picked a highblood who isn’t likely to give a shit.  Gamzee laughs out loud and gives his own lazy-ass version of a greeting back, a vague twist of his wrists and dip of his head, condescending to use an equal’s greeting back at her.   When he says “Gamzee Makara,” there’s a hint of a threatening buzz to it, a testing you should know to respect me warning—you could have told him she’d show absolutely no sign of hearing it, which is exactly what happens.

“I’m Jade Harley!  I meet you,” Jade says, a carefully neutral statement-of-fact greeting—not fawning or hostile.  You don’t know if humans are out here just learning neutral address no matter what, or if this human particularly just doesn’t give a shit that your moirail’s a fuck-off mutant-huge highblood with horns that scrape the ceiling of the block—by the expectant way she looks up at Gamzee afterward, she wouldn’t give much of a shit either way.  Out of all of the humans, Jade Harley might actually win the prize for giving the least shits, no matter what Rose and Dave like to pretend.

“Yeah, I meet you too, motherfucker,” says Gamzee, looking incredibly amused, and glances down at you.  “She’s a rude-ass little motherfuckin’ toothful, huh?  I like her.”

“Of course you do,” you say, pained.  “Don’t take it personally, alright?  You’re not a highblood here, they don’t get highbloods.”

“Oh, best friend,” says Gamzee, and kisses your nugbone again, embarrassingly.  “I’m a highblood wherever the fuck I go.  It’s cool though.  Squishy-ass little motherfuckers won’t get any grief from me.”

“<Motherfucker>,” Jade repeats behind you, and switches back to English, in the bright, wide verbal tone you’re starting to learn means ‘smiling and happy’, weird interstitial ‘vowel’ breath-sounds further back in the throat through pulled-back mouth-corners.  “Hmm, <motherfucker>…  Oh, neat!  Is that dialect?  It sounds like, ahh, what’s that other word.  Kk—kkkht—  Uh, dammit.  You guys need to learn how to use vowels—  It sounds like <;brother>.”

“It is like,” you say, surprised despite yourself.  “&lt;Brother> is a troll, and <motherfucker> you put it all spots you want.  It’s a thing, it’s a troll, it’s a, tss, a doing-things word, it’s a name.  It’s bad, it’s good.  Any spot you want.  And he does want, for all those, all the time.”