#tricker au

[0l-unreliable]

idea/another gd AU (homestuck)

okay so hear me out, this one takes place with the betas as the main focus (depending) in a sci-fi setting.

they all meet on the day they're supposed to begin a search mission, nevertheless, they're fast friends. They're the only people on a small ship, there's John as pilot, Jade as engineer/technician, Rose as navigator, and Dave as Radio technician and they mangae pretty well with such a small group becuase, determined as they are, they don't really expect to recover anything. This trip is more for closure.

but what are they searching for? what do they need closure on?

The alphas (shocker) and their disappearance

ya see the Alphas DID know each other, but lived as far apart as they did in canon so when the opportunity arose for them to finally meet on a research voyage? of course they took it. Strangely though, people started getting sick on the ship. Not intensely enough or often enough to think it was more than a bad round of the flu.

Then Jane got sick. then she got sicker. and sicker. Hallucinations, dysgeusia with any food not high in sugar content, bouts of mania, an orange tinge to her skin, a change in vision and eye appearance, and weirdly a change in hair color. She was able to fight off the sickness for over a month.

Then Jake got infected. Mania, physical changes, biological changes. Three weeks.

there were only a handful of people left, but only Jane and Jake's sickness developed the way it did.

Roxy. A week and a half.

it was just Dirk now.

Dirk. A day.

The betas only know of what was left on the logs, remaining records and footage, and Hal, who they found in the wreckage scraping by on what little power the leftover solar panels could provide. He doesn't give them much, but they do know that for the alphas, the virus wasn't deadly.

[queenofallimagines]

Satan if you were a satanist before you arrived in the devildom

A/n: listennnn in between getting dragged by the Lucifer chat bots, writing two really long fics and having brain worms about this Au I’ve had so many thoughts and Satan has landed in my radar☺️ asmo and Simon are NEXT bc guardian angels are a whole DIFFERENT can of worms

I’m gunna use like ACTUAL satanic lore mixed in w the game lore

Satan:

- okay so boom

- Right off the bat he can tell you are different

- Sitting back waiting to see how you react to everyone

- Takes note you’re much more respectful to him than the rest

- Thought you were walking on eggshells because you were terrified of him but you ain’t scared at all

- You see through all his pranks

- “He’ll probably see that coming a mile away. Try moving it over here Lucifer don’t check there.”

- Color him impressed

- Does see you don’t really freak out like his brothers when he goes into one of his little rage fits

- When he offered to make the pact with you to piss Lucifer off you were really caught at a pass

- Like for one you technically already have a soft pact with him being a devotee

- But also you don’t want to disrespect him by saying no

- Choosing to not get on Lucifer’s bad side because you still do have a mission to do in that attic, soyou politely decline

- “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to make a pact with you that isn’t built on a mutual trust and understanding”

- He’s always told you to sniff out a trap and you were NOT falling for it

- Blinded by rage for not getting his way, that’s when he lashes out

- He feels something weird in his chest when he looks at you in that moment but he can’t quite understand it. Like a tugging feeling at the back of his head trying to tell him something

- When you get caught I. The middle of the whole “they’re the same person thing” you just roll your eyes

- “No shit they’re not the same person🙄😒 Satan and Lucifer couldn’t be more different, Lucifer is the morning star and Satan is more tricker than anything :/ crazy how yall don’t do research”

- Ngl he almost fell for you right then and there

- He cannot STAND that especially when humans call anything and everything Satan and refer to him and Lucifer like they’re the same person.

- Looks at you with star eyes for a second before sticking to you like glue. He’s very fascinated with you and wants to study you under a microscope

- Ask you if you’re like Solomon and have been studying for years

- Did you manage to get your hands on some devildom textbook somehow?

- Maybe even some texts form the celestial realm

- “Not really but that would be super cool to read.”

- He himself hates misinformation so you be correcting all the demon brothers with the quickness

- Lucifer is very annoyed and Satan is elated

- Notices you looking at him a lot, like you’re analyzing him

- Ofc he’s blunt and isn’t gunna beat around the bush he asks you what you’re doing starring at him like that

- “It’s really nice to see what you actually look like… if you’re shape shifting all the time and this is the form you stay in full time it’s… nice to see you face to face”

- Confused for a second because he doesn’t often make trips directly to the human world even for a summoning

- “Well I mean, in the human world we don’t actually know what you look like. The only book that has a description of what you looked like and are has the pages mysteriously ripped out and have never been found. I assume that was your doing?”

- Shocked pikachu bc he fr forgot he did that in his younger years

- His mischievous tendencies have been delegated directly to Lucifer, he understands the value of books now

- “Ah,,, I do recall doing that. It would make sense why you’re starring at me so hard.”

- Blushes when you call him a pretty boy

- Like he’s in his room kicking his feet giggling

- You bring him his offerings directly

- He won’t even realize you’re doing deity work with him and is just excited to spend time with you

- Whenever you come back home from class or whatever you give him little things you got in your way back or snacks he likes

- Nobody has ever seen satan smile this much

- Lucifer peeps when it’s your turn to cook dinner you just so happen to favor foods Satan likes and uses ingredients he does to cook too

- Will be very suspicious of you mirroring his behavior

- Satan is none the wiser truly he’s assure at familiar feeling is like some star crossed lovers stuff and you were meant to meet by fates hands

- Has so many cute cat themed things in his room from you

- Lucifer is not liking how you seem to be trying to gain his trust for your own reasons but he can’t sense anything malicious.

- He can’t pinpoint any alternate motive for this behavior

- Satan will not notice until someone points it out to him

- Lucy straight up asks you why you’re getting so friendly with him

- Mammon also chimes in that you seem like you’re sucking up to him, and Satan feels conflicted be he doesn’t like how they’re accusing you but also the fact that you might be just being nice to him because you want something is setting his nerves on fire

- Rolling your eyes you shoot back at Lucifer that you’re just worshiping Satan like you usually do

- The old man is takes aback and Satan is like…. I beg your pardon?😀

- “Satan has been my patron for years now, the only thing that’s different is that I can give him my offerings and ask him for help directly”

- Mammon is chewing the carpet he’s supposed to be your first man!

- Satan is flabbergasted and is searching his memory for this information

- Before he remembers

- “How did I not notice??”

- “I thought you knew??”

- “NO???”

- Dinner is wild bc now asmo asking for embarrassing memories of you

- Rip bc Satan gon tell it ALL😭

- I feel like he’d be the type to keep a log so he might not remember every single face and name because he does fuck with some people who summon him

- Grabs your notebook from his room and starts reciting shit BAR FOR BAR

- “Oh yeah i remember this! You were quite a rowdy child picking fights with everyone. Your temper was awful”

- “YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCKING SAY THAY TO ME!!”

- laughing because he’s taking a stroll down memory lane and he’s dragging you along

- Can feel your anger a mile away, he’s in your ear now more than EVER going “don’t you want to go apeshit?”

- Constantly encouraging you to loose your temper on Lucifer

- He feeds off your rage and it feels almost euphoric to him, because he’s an instigator if anything😭

- “Where the fuck is your rage?? Lucifer was definitely disrespecting you👀👀”

- Exhausting

- Lucifer will get on him about having you up for hours on end reading and studying when you need to sleep

- You will NOT fail any class not on his fucking watch! He’s gunna make sure you excel in this exchange program academically

- Even if he’s not who you ask for things he’s helping you

- “Do NOT as belphie for help with dream interpretation I’ll help you!!”

- Very proud to show you off

- “Y’all see MY human?”

- Mammon is trying not to start problems on purpose

- He will probably bend you over Lucifer’s desk bestie it’s inevitable

- If you’re intimate before he knows he’s really gentle and makes sure to take his time with you

- If it’s after he will be rough and mean

- He definitely cares about you and loves you but he will pretend he’s using you as a toy

- As if he’s your god and you’re nothing but a lowly mortal designed to be used and filled up by him

- Choking you out and breeding you for hours on end

- Will be so incredibly gentle with aftercare it’s almost like he’s a different person

- “Look at you drooling and can’t even keep your eyes focused. Pathetic. You’re too stupid to think of anything other than how I’m ruining you”

- Makes you struggle to walk every time

- Gets carried away and marks you everywhere like diavolo asking you why there’s a hickey on your ankle😭

- Almost buys you a collar if Lucifer didn’t stop him

- Wants you to know you belong to him and you’re his little follower

- Tells you how good you are for him and gives you a nice reward

- “You’re so good for me, so eager to please and make me happy. My human deserves a reward hm?”

- Cocky asf for no reason PLEASE humble his ass!!

- Gets off on it when you pin him down and call him pathetic

- “The great avatar of wrath Satan himself bouncing on my lap like a whore desperate to get off.”

- He’s literally turning to mush for you

- Whimpering and looking at you with teary eyes

- “P-please I need to cum I’ll do anything”

- Bites back a moan when you coo at him that he’s so pathetic needing a mortal to get off

- He can feel how mean you are and your anger through your pact and it’s making his body buzz with excitement

- Panting and wiggling his hips he’s begging you to fill him up

- Call him a good kitty and he probably won’t be able to last

- Likes when you punish him like best his ass fr leave bruises make his ass bright red!!

- He’s really just attached to you and will cause a big issue when you have to leave the devildom at the end of the year😅

[willow505breaker]

Martyn fanart!

I think this is part one on here so part one of tagging YouTubers in my bad art!

@inthelittlewood

Lore! So to start with Martyn his design and concept is based off the changlings from mlp. He can shapeshift and feed off of others love (it doesnt have to be romantic, any kind of love works). I have since changed a few things about his shape shifting and how he interacts with others. The short of it is he acts more like the reformed changlings (if you know you know) but shares the look of the regular changling.

I thought the tricker nature of changlings matches Martyn pretty well and he could pull many pranks being able to shape shift. (I might have changlings confused with fey but im rolling with it)

Let’s talk lore about how im connecting all these smps! (Specifically hermitcraft, empires, and the life series)

First off, you might have noticed Martyn has a map in the first sketch. This is because inbetween the death games, Martyn does not have an smp to call home like the Empires and hermits. (Because rats and other smps are not included in this) so Martyn spends his time traveling from place to place and maping out the boarders of different smps.

This is also to explain that one time Martyn logged onto the empires server and claimed it wasnt canon. My headcanon (and lore for this rewrite/au) is that Martyn had access to Empires because he had been there in the past to map the smp. He is also really good at getting into locked servers for the pure purpose of mapping them out (it also annoys Xisuma that Martyn keeps getting past his whitelist)

This is a limited life swap au.

This is a pretty basic au, i had drawn Scott and martyn in an attemp to draw them as heathers but realized they looked like the bad boys. Thus i drew a bunch of the other teams also swapping places. The mean gills are now the bad boys, the family is now team ties and vice versa. (Etho is the only one that didnt trade spots cause he was already teamed with Ties and the clockers)

Here is the full page for those who are interested. I’m sorry it’s unfinished. Feel free to use the idea, I will not gatekeep.

I can barley girlboss and I’m a horrible gaslighter

[juniorig0327]

Demigods and Domains

I'm pretty sure this is like pure fanfic stuff but I like the idea of it a lot. The idea that the reason Percy can control things like blood and poison is because while he was in Tartarus his domains evolved and expanded out of the ones his father gave him.

And basically its one of the reasons demigods are so powerful, because they can cross and seep into another God's domain (not easily of course) but they aren't restricted by being a god because they have mortal blood within them.

So that had me thinking a little bit. If Percy (and by extension other characters but it would be a little bit tricker to apply it to) falling into Tartarus where he is pushed to such extremes that the capabilities of his domains shift, then what the hell could he be capable of?

Not to mention possible blessings from the gods and Primordials. (Yeah this is lowkey apart of my Tartarus AU because I think I want to write that one first. Maybe I'll just switch and swap until I finish one lol).

Because I'm not gonna lie I could lowkey see Percy being offered blessings from multiple and I have a few ideas.

But just as a normal demigod what could he domains expand to? Would it be a stretch for fire to become apart of his domain due to the exposure and use of the phlegethon?

I've already thought about the basic things people usually do, pulling magma from the earth, ice manipulation, poison, blood, pulling water from thin air, etc etc.

But I want to do something different because I do want to incorporate "dark!percy" into it somehow.

But not like super op, edgy. dark Percy because realistically he wouldn't be like that. I just see him as more of "falling for you" type if you've ever read that.

So like if you have any ideas PLEASE comment I have none. I really just want to explore his powers out of the basics. (Maybe to can tap into different epithets from Poseidon and from other pantheons because syncretism??

[flightfoot]

i think you rec fics if i'm wrong i'm so sorry. any fluffy fics with all 4 lovesquare sides? - though just ladynoir/adrienette would work too.

Yep I give those recs! This is actually one of the tricker cases, because on the one hand there's a lot of them and on the other hand they're interwoven with a lot of other things and often don't have specific tags to search with, so I'll see what I can do. I'm mostly just looking for fluff fics that have more than one side of the Lovesquare represented.

I Put A Spell On You by dazaimaru

Friday, October 25. 6 days until Halloween. It’s their first high school Halloween dance, and Marinette and Adrien are ready to throw on some non-superhero costumes for once--that is, until an akumatized witch spoils the party and threatens to reveal what lies underneath everyone’s disguise. With Hawkmoth taking full advantage of the spooky season, the days leading up to Halloween are certainly going to be thrilling! Especially considering Marinette’s growing feelings for a certain black cat…

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Fate, Destiny... A Hamster by @mostmagical

After finally moving into his very first apartment per Ladybug’s suggestion, Adrien stumbles upon something no movie or TV show could have ever prepared him for: someone else's hamster. At least now there’s an excuse to talk to the new neighbor. (Adrinette Never Met AU)

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Villainous Matchmaking by @nedjsmlfavs

When Chat Noir is tragically unable to attend an event with Ladybug, the mayor calls in a favor from a designer ‘friend’. Now she’s attending in style, on the arm of the hottest male model in Paris. Which would be fine if it weren’t for one, tiny issue: Paris’ favorite domestic terrorist now knows how Ladybug feels about his son. This leads him to his greatest plan yet, using Ladybug’s extremely obvious crush on Adrien Agreste to akumatize Chat Noir. A Ladrien/“platonic” Ladynoir fic

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Painted Canvas by @wehadabondingmoment

And then, Adrien would send her a selfie, acting as if he was some secret agent trying to not get caught and he was so ridiculous that Marinette’s heart ached at the thought of being away from him. Hushed phone calls, his voice sounding like honey; in moments like these, she wasn’t Ladybug, only a teenage girl drunk on love. Or: Adrien and Marinette are soulmates and it still takes them years until they finally meet. Also fencing.

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Professeure (of your love) by @mostmagical

“We should do it.” Her voice came out in a screech. “What?” “Just a fake wedding at graduation,” he said, like it wasn’t completely crazy. . . After ages of letting Paris believe their beloved superheroes are married and in love, Marinette's superhero partner turned fellow teacher wants to apply the same logic to their civilian lives and put on a fake wedding for their students. Only problem is, for Marinette, the being in love part is very much not an act.

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From School Bells to Wedding Bells by @linnieluna

When the superhero duo takes on another exhausting fight against an akuma, Chat Noir does what he never hesitates to do and takes a hit for his partner. The problem being: neither of them knew what power the akuma possessed. That is... until he is transported into the future. More specifically, to his friend Marinette's wedding.

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The Power of Love by @nedjsmlfavs

In which Ladybug announces that she’s pregnant via her long term boyfriend and Chat Noir is a supportive partner. After all, he can hardly be upset when he’s been dating his Princess for years! A different take on the show’s tagline (“The Power of Love Always so Strong”) written for Valentine’s day 2023.

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The Rules of Engagement by underworkedoverwhelmed

When tragedy sends Adrien Agreste racing back to Paris to run his father’s fashion house, Marinette doesn’t expect much from her very new, very rich boss. At least not until she is set up on a blind date with a very familiar face. Much to her surprise, Adrien Agreste was hiding far more secrets behind his stoic business-like mask of temporary CEO. Maybe as many secrets as she had been trying to hide for years. As they grow closer, Marinette fears her mask isn’t nearly as foolproof. Day after day, it gets harder for her to keep all her secrets well hidden from the surprisingly sweet man who insisted on staying by her side as often as possible. Only she couldn’t afford to fail. Not when her biggest secret could spell the end of the job she’d dreamed about for years.

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Dreams of You by @chocoluckchipz

Dreams had long been his only escape. Dreams of Ladybug, the girl who had always been there for him. If only in his dreams. And only while she was also sleeping. Because with the first rays of sunshine gliding over her skin, with the first fluttering of her eyelashes, from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, memories of Adrien would vanish from her mind. She would go on living her life. He would always be the only one who remembered. At least until they meet in the real world and fall in love all over again, something that would’ve been easier to do if Adrien wasn't a prisoner in his own home.

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Tell Me Why You Love Me by @linnieluna

“Anyway, that piece of paper contains the name of this texting app. It’s completely anonymous, so you can download it, make your account with no attachments to your personal life, and communicate with me outside our suits. I included my username on the paper, too, so you can add me once you’re done." Her partner skimmed through the words on the paper and nodded his head. “Brilliant as always, M’lady. I’m surprised we didn’t figure this out sooner within our superhero careers.” “Yeah, it would’ve been nice to have this before, but hey, better late than never. Make sure not to have your phone screen on the messages if you’re going to leave it somewhere. We don’t want anyone reading our texts. Also, this is for emergencies only. No jokes or puns. I can only deal with you for so long.” “I don’t know if I can agree to that last one,” he said. Now 22 and working full-time, Marinette and Adrien seem to be getting busier and busier, which means fewer opportunities to keep track of akumas and show up on time. With the idea of using a messaging app to communicate with each other without revealing their identities, their lives immediately grew to be easier... until it wasn't.

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Soul Searching by LiquefiedStars

Marinette was devastated when her soulmate turned out to be Adrien Agreste and not her sweet, loving partner Chat Noir. Despite their misunderstandings, she is willing to give Adrien a chance, even if he doesn’t seem all that interested in her. After all, they are soulmates and the universe says they are meant to be together. A Soulmate AU.

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Love is Blind by @jennagrinsoverml

Tired of all of his potential girlfriends being blinded by his face, his fame and his name, Adrien takes a chance to compete on Love Is Blind: France, where he hopes that dating without seeing each other—or learning each other’s names—will finally help him to be lucky in love. What will he do when he realizes that his Lady is one of the contestants, however? And will he be able to win her heart where he’s never succeeded before? Meanwhile, Marinette is looking to meet the right guy after years of pining away for someone who has only ever seen her as a friend. She’s not entirely sure if she can fall in love with someone without seeing them, but the things that have always mattered to her most are the kinds of things that can’t be seen. What will she do when she realizes her heart is being pulled in two directions? And will she be ready to make a decision in time?

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Over and Over by stcrsquad

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has had the worst day possible. She's failed to confess to Adrien (again), made an embarrassment of herself, and got into a fight with Chat Noir. Adrien Agreste has had the worst day possible. He is tired of being pushed aside by everyone, including his crime-fighting partner Ladybug. Luckily, fate (and Bunnyx) works in mysterious ways because they wake up again on the same day. A do-over. Except it keeps happening. Can the two figure out what they need to fix to break the loop, or will they be stuck forever?

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Graine de toi by MireilleTanaka

Ladybug and Chat Noir think they’re close, until they begin waking up in one another’s skin. AU: Adrien is homeschooled, and he and Marinette have never met. Written for Adrinette April 2020, Day 17: Life Swap. The one prompt snowballed into a multi-chapter fic. Loosely inspired by Your Name (Kimi no na wa), but no need to have watched it to read, since there's no actual plot connection except the premise of swapping lives.

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Knight in Shining Amour by Cakedecorator

Marinette is the daughter of the castle bakers, and she herself is the royal seamstress. She lives her life making clothes, helping her parents, and generally living a simple life. However, she also laments the loss of her childhood friendship with Prince Adrien, and remembers the promise they made when they were five years old. Resigning herself to the reality that she would never be able to marry the prince, and assuming he'd forgotten their promise, Marinette tries to live her life without letting loss get to her. However, her love story begins a new chapter when she's approached by Cat Noir, a debonair new knight in the castle.

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Evergreen by tanyatakaishi

Everything was gone. The entire cityscape had been obliterated, leaving them in a valley of trees. Blue mountains, peaks dressed in snow, stretched tall in the distance and at their foot lay an array of vineyards, miles wide with no civilization in sight. AKA: two heroes lost alone in the woods with no cheese.

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Someone to Watch Over Me by @dfcfanfics

Adrien is used to his father taking him for granted and treating him poorly, especially since his mother's disappearance... but it's never been anywhere _near_ this bad before. Between that and trouble at school, his life is in quite the downward spiral. He's been putting on a brave face, but he's struggling... and his friends are starting to notice. One special friend in particular. Marinette is determined to help him, any way that she can -- with _and_ without her mask. But when Akumas fly towards Adrien, he soon finds himself more deeply entwined in Marinette's life AND Ladybug's private life than he'd ever imagined. Can Adrien possibly decide between the two angels who are making his life worth living again? Can Marinette process Adrien's crush on Ladybug AND his growing feelings for her? And can Gabriel stop laughing long enough to launch his master plan? A fluffy DFC - buggachat Ladrienette jam. 10/15: Our story is now complete with the posting of Chapter 24, the epilogue. Thank you so much for reading, as always.

[percabethconvos]

hiii!

so glad you made it to 100 posts! i wanted to say i love your headcannon posts, theyre so fun!

my idea/ask (idk lol):

percy jackson big hero 6 au

my question for you: who would go where?

ik its not really percabeth, but i thought you might have fun with it :)

hello and thank you, these have been a lot of fun! sorry it's taken a bit to answer, i sent out that post and immediately got sick 😭

oh that's tricky! I haven't seen big hero 6 in a few years but let's give it a shot! also i know there's a show but i've never seen it so we're going entirely off the movie here

Tadashi - i gotta go with Percy, which is unfortunate given Tadashi's circumstances 😭 but out of all the characters i see Percy in him the most. everything from his reasons for creating of baymax, how he acts as an older brother, to how he'll risk himself for people he cares about

Hiro - i'm caught between Nico and Leo. neither really have his exact personality but it's more like i can see some traces of each in him. for Leo it's most obvious in the passion for inventing and his drive to complete his works. for Nico it's a lot in how Hiro grieves and tbh he kinda reminds me of a pre-TTC Nico in some ways

Gogo - Thalia is my most solid answer for Gogo, everything from her aesthetic to her attitude seem to fit her best lol but maybe also Zoe 🤔

Honey lemon - now we're getting into tricker bh6 characters for me. the closest fit i can think of for her is Silena, mainly because of her outward very friendly nature but also aesthetics

Fred - ngl the ones sticking in my head for Fred are the Stolls, but i couldn't quite tell you why tbh i just think they would absolutely hang out at a lab for the possibilty of gaining super powers lol

Wasabi - i had such a hard time with Wasabi. Grover kinda sticks out to me but also a lot of what makes him stick out is just because both characters have anxiety. unfortunately i still don't have anyone settled for Wasabi 😔

thank you for the ask!

[topazshadowwolf]

I feel like for the whole season of halloween Killer and Cross are gonna be tortured, because Horror already loves jumpscaring people and doesn't need an excuse to do it and now that Dust knows Killer's scared of ghosts you know he's going to be hanging up lil ghost decorations around every corner and doorway to get him. Cross will be caught in the middle a lot knowing his luck (and there will almost certainly be a cow at some point)

I know you sent this a while ago and I tried to make a story from this but couldn't think of one. I did get a different random idea for a story that I will put under the cut along with an AO3 version. That said. Much of what you said is true of Halloweens when they are mindful of the time of the year. Now, on to the little Halloween surprise I had. It just popped into my head after Trick-or-Treating finished, so sorry it is so late.

AO3

Happy Halloween!

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Nightmare looked at his pocket watch and frowned. “Ah… it is almost time. Horror?”

“yes, boss?” Horror replied, looking up from the stove.

“We have some candy, correct?” Nightmare inquired.

“candy? what do we need candy for?” Killer asked as he turned his attention from cutting up ingredients to his boss.

“i mean… boss, it is the thirty-first, but… s’not like we’ll get tricker-treaters out here,” Cross pointed out.

“wait, is it halloween?!” Killer groaned. “and here i could have been watching scary movies all day.”

“we can still watch something later,” Horror replied and then pointed to the cupboard. “third shift, behind the cans where cross won’t look.”

“what?!” Cross meeped, and Killer grinned.

“we all know about that sweet tooth of yours. s’worse than dust’s when it comes to chocolate,” Killer chuckled, then looked back at Nightmare.

“The multiverse is an odd place,” Nightmare mused as he dug around in the cupboard and pulled out a bag of candy. He then grabbed a bowl and poured some in. All three watched as Nightmare started to leave the room and walk down the hall.

“okay… i vote we follow. horror, kill the heat under dinner; we need to see what this is about. cross, get dust, quick,” Killer ordered.

“on it!” Cross replied, and with that, the three were in action. Horror and Killer were soon following Nightmare a few steps behind. Cross caught up with a shortcut, dragging Dust behind him.

“what’s this about,” Dust muttered with a yawn.

“boss asked for candy,” Killer explained.

“ooookay, and we are following him… why?” Dust frowned.

“he said it was almost time,” Horror answered.

“almost time for what?” Dust questioned.

“exactly,” Killer answered, then called ahead. “mind answering that, boss? or are you going to say something mysterious again?

“Just know… there are things even I can not explain,” Nightmare answered.

Cross gestured to Dust in a way that meant ‘see?’ “first, it’s halloween night. second, he said it is almost time, and it is almost 5 p.m., often when trick-or-treating starts. and third, he asked for candy,” Cross explained.

“but this… that… what?” Dust frowned, “this isn’t even an au, and we are the only ones here? does he expect us to trick-or-treat our own home, does he?”

“Heavens, no, you four are adults and should be well past Trick-or-Treating,” Nightmare replied.

“but not too old to write letters to santa?” Killer giggled.

“Did you not like your gifts? I can ask for him to take them back if you are displeased,” Nightmare said, glancing back over his shoulder with a glare.

“nah, boss, i liked them,” Killer quickly replied.

“Then just watch,” the dark guardian answered as he arrived at the main doors and set the bowl on a table. He then looked at his pocket watch again. “Just in time. It is now seventeen hundred; Trick-or-Treating starts now.”

They all stood there in silence as they waited… and waited… Nightmare pulled a book out of his hoodie and started reading as Killer, and the others stood there watching. Killer turned to the others and giggled, before saying in a joking manner, “guess we aren’t the first house."

“Apparently, not this year,” Nightmare replied calmly.

“nightmare isn’t the type to do something for no reason,” Dust said, and Killer had to admit he was right.

“Hm? Ah, he is here…,” Nightmare said with a smile, then placed his bookmark and closed his book.

That was when there was a knock on the door, and the four jumped. Killer felt his eyelights light as he stared at the doors, watching as Nightmare picked up the bowl and opened them. The four slowly moved forward as if fearful, and honestly, they were. After all, it is not every day someone breaks through Nightmare’s barrier. In fact, the only way they know for that to happen is if someone is stronger than Nightmare, if they had a contract, or were accepted.

Which was it with this one?

Just outside was a small Frisk, holding a bag that rattled with the sound of candy as he held it up. “Twick-or-tweat!” The child loudly announced in the cutest voice one could imagine from someone dressed up as a Pikachu.

“Well, look at you. Dressed up as one of those Pocket Mans this year?” Nightmare asked, and Killer cringed with the others.

“it’s pokemon, boss,” Killer muttered softly.

“Uh-huh, I’mma Pikachu!” the boy proudly announced.

“So scary,” Nightmare held the bowl out to the boy. “Here you go, take a nice handful. I suspect you will be my only visitor again this year.”

“Awww, sowwy you don’t have any visitows,” The child then brightened up. “Youw home is awways the most decowated for Hawwoween!”

“i don’t know if i’m weirded out or finding this overly adorable,” Killer whispered to Cross.

“same,” Cross whispered back.

They watched the child take some candy and then turn to leave, “T’ank you, Nightmawe!” He disappeared through a shadowy portal and silence turned to this fragment of an AU. Nightmare sighed and then set the bowl back down before closing the door. When he turned, the guardian looked at Killer and the rest, and he actually looked surprised. “What?”

“you are asking us that?!” Killer burst and then waved his hand to the door and then bowl. “what was that about?! you have a contract with some random frisk to let him come and get candy from you on halloween night?!”

“No, that is ridiculous. The child just appears on his own accord,” Nightmare frowned.

“so… that tiny kid, dressed in a costume, breaks through the barrier every year on halloween?” Dust clarified.

“Exactly,” Nightmare replied as he picked up the bowl and started walking.

“who is he?” Horror asked.

“I do not know. I just know he showed up one year. I tried to kill him but could not harm him… he just laughed and thought it was a trick. Year after year, it happened until finally… when I had control of my corruption, I finally learned about this All Hallow’s Eve, or Halloween as you say,” He came to a stop and looked back at them. “I tried ignoring him, and he toilet-papered my castle, among other things. So, I then tried giving him a treat, and since then, we have been at peace. Every year, sometime in the evening, he arrives, I give him candy, and then he leaves.”

The four stared at Nightmare, shocked. Nightmare then turned and again said, “As I have said before: There are many things in the Multiverse that even I can not explain.”

[spiderlilyforlife]

Hello :3 they here.I swear the god if it's got deleted...

[sleepyfan-blog]

Curious Diversions

Author’s note: This was written for @au-roulette’s 2024 challenge! This is my Ren Fair AU fic! I hope you enjoy it. AO3 link here

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @i-am-a-dragon34

warnings: thoughts of conquest, please ask me to tag if something bothers you

Summary: Trai lands on a world full of mortals to decide whether or not to bring it under the protection of his warband.

Trai had been sent by his warband leader to explore the only potentially living world in the far-flung star system that they had come across. From initial scans of the world, there were certainly at least one if not multiple civilizations upon the world that lived there. From the amount of pollutants in the air, Trai was expecting that the world was semi-industrialized, and perhaps had very limited space-faring capabilities. There was certainly an irritating amount of space-trash that orbited around the world, just above the point at which the space trash would fall into the gravity well of the world. He had picked a relatively less-inhabited portion of one of the large land-masses. The area was populated enough that once he landed he would find mortals relatively quickly, but not so densely populated that his ship would be immediately spotted and potentially swarmed by curious, terrified and/or hostile natives. Especially if this world was inhabited not by humans, but xenos. Apart from the abundance of water - which could be seen from space - there were quite a few untapped resources upon this world that would be a significant boon to the warband... Not in the least bit were the roughly eight-billion mortals souls who called this world home...

Which was far less than a world like this could sustain, if they were concentrated into the correct Hive Cities, but much more than the meager numbers that the handful of feral and death worlds they'd come across in their recent travels and liberated them from their backwards ideals and into the worship of the true gods in the ways of Chaos Undivided. Higher tech level worlds like this were tricker to take over, as the arms and martial forces that they could bring to muster were often wary and unwilling to submit to new masters without at least one or a half-dozen bloody and wasteful battles. Still, his Legion when they had followed the Corpse Emperor had been able to get many worlds to come into compliance with their silver tongues alone, and when met with initial resistance, a swift and devastating show of force brought even the haughtiest into compliance. 

Trai was certain such tactics would bring this world into compliance with the warband. These mortals would be liberated of their false gods and fearful ideologies, and he and his warband would gain the resources this world had to offer. An excellent bargain in his mind. 

The Word Bearer meditated silently until his drop pod once more landed with a thud of metal on dirt. He waited another moment as the resulting shaking from landing stopped before standing up, stretching and leaving the pod, the door opening automatically as he drew in close. 

A small frown appeared on his face as he noted that he had landed not in the forest clearing he had intended, but in part of the large, grasslands next to it. The rolling hills did hide his drop pod from the nearby mortal settlement, but given that it was already mid-morning in this hemisphere, there was a good chance that he had been spotted at this distance by one or more of the mortals who lived there. Hopefully they had assumed that his drop pod had merely been a falling comet or asteroid that had landed nearby and was thus nothing important to immediately investigate. 

~

It did not take long for him to arrive at the nearby settlement. He paused, a small frown appearing on his face and he removed his helmet, just in case the sensors were glitching or were being fooled by some sort of technical illusion. Trai rubbed his eyes and activated one of the minor blessings that he had been gifted by one of The Four, the ability to Truly See through any deception or lie - magical or otherwise. It made his eyes glow with a holy red light and burned viciously, but... His surroundings stayed the same. Trai turned off the truesight before he closed his eyes, waiting until they healed to open them. 

Before him stood a brown painted castle wall that stretched a good hundred feet or so in one direction before taking an abrupt, ninety degree turn and continuing onwards. He could hear the sounds of mortals, music and laughter within the castle walls. Trai followed the castle wall until he found an entrance - which was wide open, with no gate or door of any kind in sight. There were several mortals dressed as knights on top of the battlements, though their armor did not look like metal, despite the way it shone in the light of the midday sun. It was too flexible and too light to be metal... or proper armor for that matter. The spears that they carried also appeared to be made out of some sort of painted foam, rather than anything that was actually damaging to a human being.

And there was a line of humans as they made their way into this strange castle. Some were dressed in plain cotton or linen shirts and pants. Others were dressed in very shiny and fancy fabric, obviously affecting nobility though the eagerness with which they talked with those around them belied their fancy dress. Others were wearing different kinds of material that was pretending to be metal or leather armor, but was clearly nonfunctional to Trai's expert eye. Still others were wearing cloaks of false-feathers and crowns of fake-flowers woven into their hair, carved or painted wooden staves in hand. 

Trai could taste the pollutants in the air. He could see a crude aircraft flying high in the sky, it's design and likely carrying capacity speaking to the true technology level of this world... Indeed, the very neat, tiny stitching on many pf the mortals clothing, the plastics and the evenness of the metal clasps and fastenings spoke to a greater amount of automation than a civilization that they were... pretending? To be could ever hope to match, unless they were trading with a far more advanced civilization. He knew that different parts of a world sometimes had differing levels of understanding of both the warp and technology... But this seemed startlingly extreme. The Word Bearer was fascinated by  what he had discovered and walked over to the group of mortals.

It did not take long for his larger than normal form and glorious armor to be spotted by them. But rather than being struck by transhuman dread at seeing a space marine - or the instinctual terror of seeing a *Chaos* Astartes such as he, the mortals peered up at him with open curiosity and earnest glee on their faces. Several teenage mortals from their size and slightly awkward way of moving rushed up to him, calling out to him in one of the local languages, the tongue flowing beautifully if incomprehensibly. They gestured to his armor, to his weapons, voices lilting in curiosity. 

Trai shook his head, a rueful smile appearing on his heavily tattooed face "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't speak the language you're talking in."

The handful of teenage mortals chattered rapidly to one another for several minutes as several of the adults came wandering over. He could hear the awe and delight in their voices as they marveled at the sight of him, which made the space marine puff up and preen just a little. He was indeed a glorious creation and servant of the dark gods, and their clear joy and awe of such was gratifying. 

One of the mortal teenagers pulled out a small, handheld device, pressing a button and interacting with the screen for a couple of minutes, a small frown of concentration on their face. They then held up the device, clearly gestruing to Trai's lips a couple of times.

"Do... Do you want me to talk? I'm not certain what that device of yours is supposed to do. Is it a kind of auto-translator?" If so, that was an incredibly handy device to have, though he was unsure if he would be understood. While all of humanity had once come from Terra, and the languages that the mortals spoke on the many worlds that they had settled were once languages that had been spoken upon that ancient world, millenia of lingual drift had made conversing with worlds that had little to no contact with the corpse-emperor's imperium difficult. 

The mortal teen pulled the device back, clearly reading something on it. Their eyes lit up and they interacted with the device for several more moments before speaking into the device clearly and a little bit slower than their normal cadence. They pressed something on the interface of the device and a robotic sounding voice started to speak "My communication device has a translation feature on it, yes. Your armor and weapons look so cool and really detailed! How long did it take you to make them? I thought I had one of the more intricate costumes at this fair, but wow. Yours is really amazing. May I see your sword closer?"

"It took me many months to get my armor the way I liked it, and I do maintenance on it frequently, to keep the carved litanies intact. You may see my sword, but I'm not sure that you can lift it. It probably weighs more than you do. If you do not mind, I am... A stranger to these parts. Would you care to explain this fair you mentioned?"

"You're not here for the historical fair? It's not like there's much around here but the fair for a couple of miles, unless your automated vehicle broke down... and I'm not sure where else you might be going dressed like that. Unless you're headed to one of the Paper Entertainment Conventions? You do kind of look like a mechanized robot fictional character of some kind. Your tattoos are really cool too! Are they just on your face?" The teenager asked through the little translation device, moving a little closer to Trai, showing not an ounce of fear or anxiety as they approached.

... This world must truly have not had any contact with the corpse-god's Imperium. Which was fantastic for his warband, although he would need to talk to Amadus, the leader of the warband before revealing more of why he was really here. But for now... Why not indulge their questions a little and get a bit better of an understanding of the nature of the mortals soon to be under his protection? An indulgent smile appeared on his face as he said "I have tattoos all over my body, as a matter of fact. What is this historical fair about?"

"It's a way for us to explore a different time in our world's history, sort of. Mostly it's an excuse to camp with a bunch of other people, eat different foods, drink different drinks and look at the crafts that others have made to sell! Also to see different kinds of demonstrations. The big ones today are a demonstration on how medieval canons worked at mid-day and a fire-dancer after dusk. There are smaller events as well, learning how to tie different kinds of knots, swordsmanship exhibitions. Sea shanty competitions, stuff like that. I've been going here for three years now, and the entertainment changes from year to year, but it's always a lot of fun. And it's an excuse to dress up differently than normal, too!" They gesture to the colorful outfit they were wearing, beaming proudly at their creation. It looked like they were wearing a dress of differently colored leaves in different shades of brown, yellow and orange. They were also wearing a cloak of fake feathers and had a hand-carved wooden staff that was nearly as long as they were tall. they were also wearing a mid-sized leather pouch, from which the translation device had come from.

"The handiwork on the dress is remarkable, and did you make that bag yourself? I know a couple of cousins of mine who would kill for the ability to make leather stitching that small and even." Trai asked earnestly, allowing himself to be drawn into the mixed group of teens and adult baseline humans, able to communicate with them through the translator. One of them was kind enough to pay his entrance fee as they showed him around this charmingly anachronistic representation of a medieval space. It was far cleaner and less terrified and desperate as such worlds tended to be, but he kept that bit of information to himself. There was no reason to ruin their fun. 

Trai spent several pleasant hours interacting with these mortals, learning more about their larger culture as well as their individual passionate interests, genuinely fascinated by each of them. He stepped away when they were all distracted by the demonstration with the canons to inform Amadus about what he had found on this world, and the initial receptiveness with which he had been treated by the locals - though none of them were any sort of ruler. From what he had learned, this world was ruled by several dozen large nation states that did not get along with one another, often getting into border skirmishes and proxy wars in weaker nation-states for resources and to prove who had the best weapons or some similar sorts of nonsense. An overt invasion would likely unite these nation-states against them, which would prove to be annoying. But they did have a couple of Alpha Legionnaires in the warband... and it had been some time since they'd stretched their particular sets of skills. Toppling the world order and gaining control of a single world was well within the capabilities of the pair of them, particularly with the rest of the warband ready to help as needed. 

It may take a couple of decades, but in the grand scheme of things, that was not long for an Astartes. Besides, with the absolute mess that the Imperium of Man was, there was little chance that they would be noticed by any of the corpse-worshippers long before they had this world in thrall. 

[hauntedjpegcollection]

in my restless dreams, i see that town

wc: 5398 au: silent hill au ch: yasiel, benji, lethe

My favorite memory of you is the swing set. Rusty and neglected, lonely and ignored.

Our backyard, you remember? You finally let me push you until we thought you’d go the whole way around. You didn’t, but it was enough that we thought it was possible. And you let me and I never told you how much that meant to me. You trusted me. No one ever trusts me.

Don’t come for me, Yas.

It isn’t safe. And you’re not strong enough.

I’m sorry.

I love you, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry and I love you.

Don’t

—

The rustle of the forest is like whispers; ominous, cruel, and taunting. So similar to his twin. Nelsy could be a forest, undefinable by map with too many paths that wind to no true destination. Nowhere authentically safe. She was scary and unknowable and cold—and so is Yasiel. Standing on the overpass that leads to Silent Hill, the wind sending murmurs through the leaves, cutting the bare skin of his high, freckled cheekbones.

He's fucking cold.

Yasiel’s lighter clicks a few times before it finally sparks and washes his light brown face in ambers and reds. The flame flickers a few times and threatens to go out before it can complete its simple job of lighting the cigarette dangling between his lips. The nicotine doesn’t warm him up, but it soothes a thrumming nerve inside him. An anxiety that can’t ever truly calm.

Don’t come for me, Yas.

His head tilts back, smoke pluming above him from parted lips. The sky above is cottony with roiling clouds, dark and fat on rain that hasn’t shed yet. Mouse had picked a perfect time to disappear; she always knew he hated fall. The slow death to winter. A season that held too many bad memories for both of them. And he hates the fucking cold. His black denim jacket is all flash and no substance, made to make him look pretty but not offer any actual warmth.

Maybe being warm would just make him feel guilty anyway. What does he deserve, after all? What, indeed.

Yasiel stamps the cigarette out on the railing of the overpass, then flicks the butt out into nature, watching it fall down the steep ravine into the forest surrounding Silent Hill. Adverts online made it seem like a pretty little place, someone’s cozy small town getaway. Writers would book a motel room and finish their next big project, or dads would drag their families to move in and start new. The sheriff from a town over takes a new placement in Silent Hill and feels restless because people aren’t doing cocaine off each other in bathrooms and ending their night jacking cars.

There’s no seeing the town from this far away, but the road into town is shut down. Looks permanent, no less. A rusted gate is padlocked closed, a few plywood boards haphazardly strapped to it. People have dumped trash all around it, like the dumpster off to the side was a suggestion to ignore. Yasiel, if he were athletic like his sister, might have been able to vault over the fence.

Instead, he’s forced to leave his car and take the scenic trail.

According to the map he’d snagged from a rest stop a hundred miles prior, that route funnels directly into Silent Hill’s graveyard before opening up into town.

“My fucking luck,” he mutters aloud to no one but the haughty, laughing wind. Yas folds the map, tucks it into his back pocket along with his lighter.

Then he descends.

—

The fog only seems to thicken the closer Yasiel gets to Silent Hill, and with it a palpable sense of dread. What starts as a modest mist quickly turns into a heavy blanket—and the way forward becomes trickier and tricker. He stumbles over forest roots, slides down the path as it suddenly becomes a gravely hill. More than once, he slips and palms a tree beside him and comes away with a scrape on his hand. The sting follows him.

So does the growing frustration that simmers into fury.

A farm sits desolate beside the trail as it opens from forest into wide open dirt path. A rusted windmill creaks slowly in the wind, the shadow falling over him. The sun is barely able to peek through the grey fog, the heavyset clouds. The farm makes him feel uneasy. It reminds him of an empty airport at four in the morning, or a lot to a gas station where the OPEN light flickers nonstop where he’s the only car parked. He’s reminded of the stairwell in his apartment building, how it goes on and on and on forever as he stands at the top and stares down. It’s a place abandoned except for him.

Yasiel’s heartbeat is loud in his ears as he walks past the abandoned farm. His breathing is uneven and raspy and he can’t entirely blame it on the hike. Grass and dirt crunch underneath his sneakers but otherwise, there is no noise. The severe lack of it is almost loud. He pats down the inside pocket of his denim jacket, reminding himself of the inhaler kept there. It does little to comfort him.

He resolves to hate his sister a little harder as he finally finds the winding path to the graveyard. Flowers, dying of course, line the path like droopy used tissues. The gate is as worn down as everything else Yasiel has encountered, but the rusted chain that barely keeps the back entrance together is easily yanked off. He rubs the metallic dust from his hand onto his jeans, slipping in through the little opening he’s made.

A “Welcome to Silent Hill” sign would have been appreciated and yet all he has is the fog, the tombs like broken teeth burst from the ground and a dark silhouette just a few paces in front of him.

—

“Hello?”

The stranger whirls to face him and Yasiel regrets saying anything. He’s not sure what made him approach in the first place—herd mentality perhaps. The fear of being alone and spotting the singular other person he’s seen since the rest stop prior to entering Silent Hill’s radius.

Rusty and neglected, lonely and ignored.

Whoever they are, they’re angry. The word might not even justify it. Their jacket hood is up, but snakes of curly black hair peek from underneath it, framing his furious expression. Thick, dark brows pull in tight, creating a crease on their brown forehead. The stranger’s eyes are red rimmed and shiny, deep set with purpling bruises underneath them. His lip curls up, revealing teeth in a snarling expression.

Yasiel instinctively steps back.

“You from this fuckin’ town?”

“What? No, I—”

“Is this a joke? Some dickhead havin’ a proper fuckin’ laugh at me, then? Who did this?” The graveyard stranger throws a hand toward the tombstone he’d been standing in front of. Yasiel only realizes then that there is a hole in the ground, coffin shaped and six feet deep. A plot freshly dug for a burial. Nausea wells in his stomach.

“Man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! I don’t live here, I just—I just got here. I’m looking for—” He cuts off as the stranger’s face flickers with fear and pain and then lastly, worry. All three mingle into something devastating before it’s wiped clean, flat and apprehensive.

Yasiel looks at the tombstone once more. There doesn’t seem to be anything else he can do.

XAVIER WOLFFE

1996 – 2024

ARE YOU GOING TO STOP IT, BENJI?

YOU SHOULD TRY, IT MIGHT BE FUN!

A booted foot kicks out, striking the tombstone and sending it falling backward, the sound of marble slapping on loamy soil a wet smack. Yasiel flinches, taking a sidestep from the man—from Benji? He’s shorter, but broad and his hands, clenched at his sides, shake with unrepentant fury. There’s a glint of something gold at his neck, but Yasiel doesn’t look closer.

“Who is it?” he asks, taking another step away, cautious. Yasiel glances down into the grave to make sure it really is empty—there’s no dead body or even an empty casket, just a depression in the dirt, man sized. The hairs along his arms and the ones at the back of his neck stand to attention. The fog rolls in on the two of them, no less heavy, no less dense. It’s day time and yet the ever present grey makes this graveyard feel like a bog.

Mouse had read Wuthering Heights to shreds, he remembers. Her paperback copy had fallen apart in her hands one night, as she sat bent over in bed, a pen behind her ear. She would have loved this graveyard, and this chilling stranger.

Benji—if that’s who he is—doesn’t answer the question. He stares down at the tombstone, a muscle in his jaw feathering. He looks like he hasn’t slept for days, his clothes rumpled. There’s a drawstring bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, listen,” Yasiel says quietly. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Who isn’t?” Benji snaps back, black eyes sliding upward to him. “I’m looking for him.”

“For—For Xavier?”

“He’s not dead if that’s what you’re thinkin’. Someone did this, someone fuckin’ sick and disgustin’ did this.”

Yasiel can’t place the man’s accent directly, besides distinctly British. His voice is rumbly, from the chest and deeply hurt. Words fracture a bit here and there, notably on dead and disgusting. Yasiel goes to ask another question—when’s the last time you saw him or where are you from—any semblance of polite socialization that might lead him down a path where he can ask about Mouse.

Instead, he sees another figure. Not that far from them, partially hidden by a statue of a crumbling angel. The mist in the graveyard has made it almost impossible to see anything other than the smattering of graves and Benji. It thins, only just barely. As though the graveyard wants them to see this.

Only, Yasiel doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to know. He steps back, eyes wide as the dark silhouette materializes little by little. Fear makes his veins cold, make his limbs feel limp and useless. His hand twitches to his lower back, underneath his jacket. He’s horrified at himself, at the sudden dread and terror that seems to be controlling his actions. So, his hand pauses.

That’s when the figure shambles forward.

“Xavier?” Benji asks, startled, his voice tipping high with hope. Dirt scatters into the open grave as he steps closer. Mist unravels around them. Yasiel’s hand shoots out and grabs him by the bicep, earning a dangerous look—he misses it entirely. Benji’s warning glare is wasted on him, because all Yasiel looks at is…is…it.

A distinctly canine jaw opens, mangled tongue lolling from its maw, high pitched whine splitting the otherwise silent graveyard. Drool pours from it’s mouth, mixing with dark, oily blood. The beast is shaped mostly man like; it stands on two long denim clad legs, nude lengthy pale torso tapered to wide shoulders, it’s arms behind it’s back cruelly bent and bound by slick wire. For a moment, a feeling of odd, misplaced sympathy cuts through the fear. It’s in pain, wolflike head rolling back and forth, nose snuffling the air, whimpering. It’s fur is dark auburn and shaggy.

“Xavier?” Benji repeats, his voice a horrified whisper.

The dog head snaps up, large white teeth gnashing together.

“Holy shit,” Yasiel whispers. Then screams as the beast charges toward him.

Everything happens too quickly. The breath is knocked from him as he collides with the ground—Yasiel raises an arm in defense, screaming wildly as an eyetooth catches on his wrist. The skin splits, fresh blood splattering across his denim jacket. Adrenaline is the only thing that keeps him from feeling the pain immediately. Yasiel kicks out his legs, flailing underneath the creature as it snaps its jaws open and close. Its wide open mouth smells like a dead thing, breath hot and foul. It snarls, lips curled back, snout wrinkled.

Then it squeals, spasming on top of Yasiel, who jerks out from under it. He rolls away on the grass, scrambling backward. There’s more blood on him. Dark and slick. This time, it belongs to the creature. Benji straddles it, with something wicked and glinting sharp in the grey filtered sunlight held aloft in his hand.

The doglike sounds of pain continue as Benji stabs, his own voice frantic and loud. Over and over, he plunges the—scalpel? The scalpel. Over and over until the wolf man is just twitching on the ground, bent at a horrible angle with it’s arms tied behind its back. Then slowly, it sighs out one last sound and—and it dies.

“Fuck!” Benji screams standing. He kicks, one final slam of his boot against pale flesh. “Fuck!”

Yasiel must say something too, but he isn’t sure what. It draws Benji’s attention, his focus sharp. And then he’s there, kneeling beside him, holding Yasiel’s hand, as his wrist continues bleeding. The wound is looked over with a clinical eye. It hasn’t started hurting yet; it only burns, like he’s gotten too close to campfire, like he’s laid out under the sun too long, like he’s fallen asleep in a car, baking in the backseat.

“Oh my God,” Yasiel whispers, realizing that it’s not the first time he’s said it. That maybe he’s been repeating it ever since the dog had been pulled off him and killed. His entire body shakes, a pit of cold opening in his chest. Yasiel’s vision is blurry until he realizes that his glasses had been knocked off. Awkwardly, he pulls himself away from Benji to pick them up. When he stands, he stumbles. His elbow is caught, steadying him enough to stand there without falling.

“Thank you,” he says, awe struck and dumb.

“Gonna faint?”

“No.”

“Y’sure?”

“No, I—What—what the fuck was that?”

Benji shakes his head. Yasiel didn’t expect him to know, and yet he still feels lost. Is this a dream? It can’t be. Oh God, it can’t be. He knows it isn’t and that’s worse. That makes it all so much worse. Reality catches up to him, the adrenaline dump draining; and then he’s doubling over, vomiting onto the blood stained grass. He heaves, hands on his knees, panting, stomach muscles clenching. He raises a shaky hand to stop his glasses from falling off once more.

“Can you get back then?”

“What?” Yas straightens slowly, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. The bile’s made his lips burn. He almost registers that more than the slash on his wrist, even as the blood clots and dries.

“Up the way you came, yeah? Trail in the woods leads to the road, right?”

“Yes. Yeah, it does.”

“Can you get back?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not leaving this fucking place without my husband,” Benji points into the fog. Into Silent Hill. His hand trembles, but his expression is hard and final. Yasiel can still taste vomit in his mouth, the bitter tang of it on the back of his tongue. He looks down at his hand, where blood has pooled into his palm, into the creases. His life line, his love line, the identical match to his sisters.

It isn’t safe. And you’re not strong enough.

“Let me come with you,” Yasiel pleads, stumbling toward Benji, hands upraised. The scalpels been cleaned on his jeans, making it shine in the dull fog once more. Benji’s hand tightens around it, tendons standing out starkly. Yasiel doesn’t even flinch. He can’t afford to be afraid, but he is. He is so afraid. “My sister is here. I’m looking for her—I have to find her. I’m not leaving, either.”

Wherever she is. Yasiel thinks of the dead wolf man creature on the ground, blood soaking into the dirt and a spasm of fear tightens his chest. His heart turns over wildly. Half of him is out there, in this town, with these things.

“You don’t get in my way of finding him,” Benji says calmly, slowly. The scalpel disappears into a pocket. He pulls his hood back, letting tangles of black curls free. The subtle graveyard wind shifts around them, tickling exposed skin, laughing in their ears. “Then, c’mon.”

—

They don’t encounter another creature—they don’t encounter anything at all. No people, no remains of them either. Just emptiness; cars parked with nothing in them, flyers and newspapers scattering empty roads. Everything is covered in layers of grime, as if Silent Hill stopped being a town a decade ago, frozen in time but not immune to decay.

Which doesn’t make sense because Mouse had been here just last year. Yasiel had dropped her off at the train, watched her go, and then picked her back up just a week later. Silent Hill had existed back then, as a town full of people and life—a hotel to stay in, doctors and nurses and medication and a little diner that she took pictures of. Mouse had even charmed her way onto someone’s tug boat for a ride on the lake. Like it was a vacation, a holiday stay, instead of a sleep study to solve her night terrors.

“Why did your husband come here?” Yasiel asks, breaking the long, cautious silence that’s crept up on them. They walk down an empty street, the fog everlasting and obscuring anything not ten feet in front of them. He’s anxiously straining to hear anything that might resemble a dog. Whining, barking, that terrible sniffing. But it’s just been his own heavy breathing.

“You wanna chat right now?” Benji throws Yasiel an incredulous stare, a pinch between his brows. “More of those fuckin’ things could be out here.”

Yasiel stays quiet for a moment, observing the abandoned street. They pass storefronts, equally empty or boarded shut. Some of them have broken windows, glass scattering the sidewalk. A chill makes him bundle into his denim jacket further.

Then he finally clears his throat and says, “You called it Xavier?”

“Listen, dickhead.” Benji rounds toward Yasiel. His face pales and his hand reaches out, jerking the slender painter by his jacket. Yasiel stumbles, feeling Benji’s body heat suddenly; the clarity that he is a real, living person. “More of ‘em. Like I said. Down the alley.” A tremor runs up Yasiel’s spine, sweat pooling under his arms. He dares to look sideways, shaking so bad even his glasses slide down the tip of his nose.

And Benji’s right. There are more of them, these half human dog wolf things. A bundle of them down a decrepit alleyway, a dumpster overturned, ancient trash piled everywhere alongside cardboard boxes, a rusted shopping cart. Two of the wolves fight each other, arms bound, snapping their maws, catching delicate pale skin and rending flesh. Without balance, they fall on each other, on the ground, tangling and fighting still. They howl and yip and snarl and bark madly, while three stand around them, watching. The bystanders cackle, fangs dripping spit and blood. They laugh, like hyenas, heads rolling back and forth, unhinged.

Yasiel slaps a hand over his mouth to stop a whimper.

“We’re gonna cut this way, alright?” Benji’s voice is close. Real. Real person, really alive. “Slowly. Goin’ for the diner behind us.”

Mouse’s diner. For a moment, he thinks of the picture she’d sent him of the burger she’d ordered. Stacked with the works, as she liked it, thick cut fries and her mayonnaise and ketchup mixture on a side plate. Yasiel wants to cry. He wants to burst into tears and run away screaming, he wants to pretend this isn’t happening. The dogs scream down the alley. Benji’s hand tightens on his jacket.

Yasiel looks over his shoulder. The neon light—Diner 52—miraculously flickers. The glass windows are intact. One single car sits parallel parked outside of it, door open and almost off its hinges. His tongue is dry in his mouth, awkward and fat. He nods once and Benji slowly eases himself off the sidewalk.

The dog wolves never pay them any attention. They kill each other in the alleyway, laughing and barking.

—

The diner tables are dusty, as is the bar where residents must have sat and drank milkshakes and asked a waitress named Marge for the “slamming special” as it’s called on the crumbling menu board. The floor is dirt caked, but the inside of the diner feels oddly safe. Secluded, almost. Respite from whatever is happening outside, with the monsters. Yasiel sits himself down on a stool, peeling his jacket sleeve back to look at his…bite wound.

“Lemme see.”

Benji slings his bag up onto the counter and begins to rifle through it. He’s handsome, despite the anger and the hostility. He has a curved nose and thick facial hair, the kind that looks soft to the touch. When he pushes his black curls from his face, the effect is downright astounding. Lucky bastard, Yasiel thinks of Xavier, then immediately feels guilty for it. Not really time or place, but he’d never been very good at that.

Slut. Mouse’s voice, affectionate and teasing. Her needling fingers tickling his sides, laughing while they smoke on his balcony. Get it out the gutter, Yassy. She’d hated his last girlfriend and loved his last boyfriend and declared herself free from accusations of misogyny anyway. He just simply had bad taste fifty percent of the time, and fifty percent of the time he’d be dating a woman. Yasiel closes a hand over his mouth again, when his throat thickens with the feeling of tears.

He holds his arm outstretched.

Benji’s poured something onto gauze, a little white kit open in front of him.

“Are you a nurse?” He grunts in reply as he begins cleaning the small gash on Yasiel’s arm. The rubbing alcohol burns so bad he flinches, earning a severely annoyed look. “Kind of a pussy, if you haven’t noticed.” It softens Benji’s expression. He snorts out what must be a laugh and reaches for his supplies.

“S’how I met ‘im.” The wound gets dressed tightly. Benji’s efficient, but his movements slow. His eyes stray to the side. “Poor fucking boy got a concussion playing hockey. Came in to the ER and was on my chart. When I was pokin’ him with the IV, he asked to marry me. Was fucking stunned out my mind. Couldn’t really do anything but laugh. Then he got all teary eyed with it. Told me if I gave him my number, we’d end up married someday.”

“Wow.” Yasiel lets his hands fall between his knees. He realizes he’s smiling, but doesn’t feel like trying to stop himself. Benji’s eyes narrow, a nasty smelling sanitizer rubbed between his hands as a poor mans bath.

“Don’t really tell that story,” he admits quietly.

“Guess I have the sort of face that invites honesty.”

Benji’s nose wrinkles, face screwing up as if he can’t tell whether or not Yasiel is joking. He is, for what it’s worth, but Benji still snorts again and says, “You really don’t, mate.”

They lapse into silence. Not long enough either of them can adjust to the insanity of their situation. Yasiel suddenly pulls his cell phone from his pocket. He has no service and he didn’t expect to either—this wouldn’t be a nightmare if he could just call 911 and be done with it all. Still, seeing the NO SERVICE at the top of the screen, where his battery symbol waits at 75% makes his heart plunge.

“This is my sister,” Yasiel says, handing over the phone. On screen, Mouse smiles in her knife like way. They have the same eyes, same heterochromia. One brown, one a green hazel that looks brighter under direct sunlight. She sits on the beach, her knees tucked to her chest, one of Yasiel’s baseball caps backwards on her head. Waves of her wild, brown hair are sea salt tangled. He can’t think of a picture that describes her better. And he can’t look at it as Benji does.

“You’re twins.”

“Oh, yeah,” Yasiel replies, locking the phone and tucking it back into his pocket beside his inhaler. “Down to the eyes and everything. When we were little, people would get us confused all the time. We’re uh, nothing alike in personality.”

“Feel like I know her,” Benji murmurs, his eyes on the floor. “The picture of her. Just felt familiar, that.” Finally, his hand pats his back pocket. First, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes, lazily lighting on. Yasiel wants to point out that they’re inside, but realizes how stupid that is. Then, Benji finds his wallet and flips it open.

There’s something sweet about him having a polaroid tucked in with a few bills and a receipt. They’re perfect strangers, yet Yasiel feels like that makes sense. Benji holds it for a second, as though unwilling for it to leave his possession even for a moment. Then finally, he holds it out, taking a long drag on his cigarette and looking away.

Yasiel’s heart betrays him and he thinks of the gravesite. The tombstone. He looks down at the picture and wonders if this man is actually dead and Benji is insane—but that would make two of them probably. They both saw those dogs. Yasiel grits his teeth, breathes evenly through his nose, and forces himself to look at the picture and think—alive. Missing. Just like Mouse. Needs to be found. Loved. So loved.

And he is, if the picture indicates anything. Benji has a subdued sort of smile, his eyes purely on Xavier. The photo is of both of them, sitting in a bar, with low lighting and pints of half drank beer on their table. A pale, tattooed hand peeks into the photo, holds fingers behind Benji’s head, in a mockery of bunny ears. Xavier takes up most of the frame, this giant, lanky red head, who is smiling ear to ear. He has an arm slung around Benji’s shoulders, pulling them together close. He is so traditionally handsome that it seems fake, for someone to be that pretty.

Yasiel thinks of the wolf thing, half human. Pale, with its shaggy oxblood fur. He forces the image away, commits Xavier to memory instead.

“I think I know what you mean,” he says, handing the photo back. Benji takes another hard drag on his cigarette, flicking ash onto the already dirty tile floor. The smell of nicotine is oddly comforting. “I mean, he sort of has one of those smiles, but—feels like I know him. Like we’ve met before.”

He’s about to ask what made Xavier come here. Why would anyone come here? Why had Mouse? But it used to be a town before, used to be a real place, where people got hamburgers with all the toppings, and took tugboat rides on the lake. It used to be. But right as he’s about to ask, an old fashion radio crackles to life down the counter.

“The fuck?” Benji startles off the stool, standing in front of it. His cigarette drops to the ground, cherry burning. Something old fashioned, classical plays from the staticky speakers. Crooning and lullaby like, a piano melody that makes Yasiel’s temples throb. He presses the heels of his palms to the sides of his head, groaning for a moment.

Then a voice, clear and direct.

“Listeners, are you out there?”

It’s a soft voice. Spoken with deliberate care and enunciation. As melodic as the music, as distinct and otherworldly.

“What is this?” Yasiel mumbles, stepping closer. He drags the radio closer. Dust puffs into the air around it, leaves an almost clean streak across the counter. The dial lights up, flickering with the radio waves. Something old and show tune like plays beneath the voice. Benji crowds in closer, a nervous look over his shoulder to the windows still blanketed in grime and fog.

“This is your host, Lethe, and tonight I’ll be your guide. Are you out there? Are you listening? No ad breaks tonight, darling. I’m here for you, if you’re here to listen.”

Yasiel fumbles for the map in his pocket, yanking it free and spreading it across the counter in front of him. He trails an ink stained finger until he finds SILENT HILL RADIO TOWER. It’s not close.

“I know it’s hairy out there right now, listeners. Trust me, I know.”

The voice is dry, doesn’t chuckle, but the laughter is nearly implied. Benji and Yasiel share a look toward each other, a mixture of shock, revulsion, and an eerie sense of hope. Someone else in the town. Someone else who knows about the monsters.

“Things have gotten spooky in our lovely Silent Hill. But I want to help you—you want my help, don’t you?”

“Who is this fucking loon?” Benji asks, voice quivering. Yasiel’s fingers scramble over the radio, turning it up a fraction. His heart slams against his rib cage, working up his throat. What a beautiful voice, he thinks, his head fuzzy and aching. “What you doin’?”

“Note down these roads for me, listeners. They’re the bad ones you don’t want to get lost down. Avoid them and follow the posters. The Radio Tower is open, and the call line is on. You have me all night. Do you hear that? All night.”

The radio crackles. Yasiel leans in. He swears if he gets close enough, he hears something else. He hears the radio jockey—he hears Lethe—saying his name. Do you hear that? All night, Yasiel. A series of streets follow in staccato rhythm. He yanks a pen from his back pocket, a trusty friend he’s never without, and hastily slashes out roads as Lethe lists them out.

“Are you listening?”

“Yes,” Yasiel whispers, staring at the map.

“See you soon.” Yasiel.

The radio crackles to dead silence.

“I know what to do,” Yasiel says, turning to Benji, holding up the map. His shaking finger stabs at the Silent Hill radio tower.

“Alright, mate, no offense—you got off to a lunatic on a radio with a smooth voice, and I’m not here to judge, even if m’judgin’ a bit, yeah—”

“No! Shut up!” Yasiel shakes out the map again, bumping their shoulders together, forcing Benji to look. He grunts in disapproval, moves just a bit so their arms are no longer touching. “If this person—this, Lethe—is playing on the radio, we can get them to broadcast something. Do you get me?”

A flicker of understanding plays across Benji’s face. He rears back, staring at Yasiel with wide eyes. A stray curl falls across his forehead. There’s blood on the underside of his jaw, from the thing he’d killed earlier.

“If—” Yasiel starts and then stops and stares at this stranger. Someone he hardly knows, has only just met, has been saved by once. He licks his lips and nods toward the radio.

“If you ask Xavier to come, will he?”

“Yes,” Benji answers with no hesitation. His jaw flexes, tightening, nostrils flaring. He looks to the ground, where the cherry of his cigarette slowly dies, smoke curling in the air.

“Yes. Always.”

—

Alright, listener. Don’t lose me. Everything’s too easy to lose in Silent Hill if you’re not careful—and you are careful, aren’t you? With your possessions and your people.

Are you shocked I know so much? Don’t be. You’ll find out more about me too. We’ll never be on an even playing ground, you and I, but we can get close. If you’d like.

I’m going to help you out of here, but you have to be careful. Have to listen, understand? Don’t trust anyone else. Not even yourself. You know that already, don’t you?

Never have been good with trust. If I say I’m honored to have yours, would it be inaccurate to imagine you blushing? Too far, listener? I understand, but you’ll forgive me. I’m going to be with you through it all.

Why?

You shouldn’t ask those kinds of things.

You’re going to remember soon enough and then you might turn this station off. Things are easy to lose in Silent Hill, after all.

I don’t want to lose you just yet.

[0l-unreliable]

Ahhh your trickster mode sci-fi au looks so cool!! do you have any more details on it?? More specifically the alpha kids?

buddy i can yap about this for days. ok here we go:

The alphas set out on a large colony/planetary research ship when they were about 15-16; They took mostly assistive and non-essential roles.

Dirk started and stayed in flight engineering with some crossover with the robotics development and advancement team (though he mostly does his own stuff). He has his own small dorm and 'office' and took over most of the responsibilities partway through. When the ship docks he usually stays on board. Dirk sends his paychecks to Dave.

Jane was hired as an administrative assistant/stewarding though she also splits her time in the medical center as more people get sick. She was initially the only Alpha hired, but she made a case for the other three. When the ships dock on planets she often leads a small team, usually including the other Alphas (and Hal). Jane doesn't particularly need the paychecks, but she'll send John and her father things on their birthdays and holidays.

Roxy came on to be an assistant in the biotechnology sector but slowly transitioned (ba dum tss) to doing her own stuff with synthetic biology. Like Dirk, she has an office/lab but she shares it with a few other people. When docking on planets she collects samples both for her actual job and for her own personal research. She has been reprimanded on multiple occasions for her 'personal projects'. Roxy sends her paychecks to Rose, but Rose often sends them back.

Jake bounced around the most and was the hardest Alpha to get hired, but he was allowed on as a gunner/security officer. As he helped Roxy collect samples has was allowed increasing access to the labs and somehow slipped into one of the groups. He now works as an Osteologist, looking for and collecting bone fragments on previously/currently inhabited planets they dock at. Jake buys gifts and sends them to Jade.

Hal was an unauthorized project Dirk began a few months in using stolen or scrapped materials. When he was discovered Dirk was almost stripped of his responsibilities and sent off but at that point Hal was so advanced the higher-ups begrudgingly let both of them stay. He tagged along on missions as 'security'. Hal went through several forced shutdowns after Dirk, eh, left and so has only corrupted memory files and a heavily encrypted death video.

AFTER the disease, when in trickster mode, I'm unsure if I want them to be zombie-like, more 'fucked up human' (like in the comic), or as partially transformed creatures. Whatever direction they do still have cognitive abilities, and can interact with each other and others; I have the idea that they manage to jump ships and ingrain themselves in the new environments before tearing it all down and moving on again (like the..like that game...with the vents...).

Four years after the tricksterizing, the betas began looking for them.

That's what I can think of so far

[mauveberries]

HP Rapunzel/Tangled Series au

-> Rapunzel: Fem!Harry

-> Mother Gothel: Bellatrix 

-> Cassandra (Gothel’s daughter from the tangled series): Delphini

-> Eugene: Maybe Sirius? (not sure, someone else can come up with this one, or perhaps there just won’t be a savior. 

Voldemort is dead, and Bellatrix is in complete dismay and denial of her master [lover] being gone. She has nothing but hatred for Harry, the wrenched thing that took her master from her, so she hatches a plan to kill her, but somehow ends up finding out that Harry is a Horcrux and gets obsessed with the idea of having a part of Voldemort with her again and maybe using the child to get him back, so she steals Harry away and raises her [If James or perhaps Lily is alive, then she was stolen from one of them. If they’re both dead then she was just stolen from the Dursley’s]. Bellatrix either raises Harry and Delphini equally along side each other, and they become best friends, or, in her blind obsession to try to get Voldemort back, she sort of pushes Delphini aside to watch over Harry, which leads to Delphini having very conflicting feelings towards Harry. She [Delphini] loves her [Harry] because she has always been nice, lovable, and she’s just so good that it’s hard not to love her, but she also resents her for stealing her mother’s attention. For having some kind of connection to her father. 

[Oooh, but it can also take some kind of twisted route, where Delphini has her parents tendency of obsession. So, while she loves and dislikes Harry, she is also very obsessed with her. Maybe that can add on to more of the conflict she feels. Her parents are hers but Harry is also hers. She hates Harry getting all the attention and being closer to her mother, but also hates the fact that she’s [Harry] getting attention from someone that’s not her and that she’s way closer to someone other than her] 

For Bellatrix and Harry, you can decide on how their relationship is with each other and how Bella raising her affects their personalities. For Harry, Bella is all she’s ever really known, so she obviously loves her and thinks of her as her mother. Perhaps Bella raising her has changed her. She’s either good and has a darker side, or she’s just still completely good [but she would totally choke you out if you, let’s say, stole something from her “mother”] (*cough* Book Harry *cough*). Now Bellatrix is tricker. Her own motive of stealing and raising Harry was to be closer to the soul of her master [lover] that resonated in the child, but ultimately, led her to brain storming ideas of ways she can use the girl to somehow resurrect him. So maybe along the way she does grow to love Harry but her love for Voldemort and seeing him again is way stronger so if she had to sacrifice the girl for it, she would, reluctantly and regretfully, but she would. Or perhaps she never loved Harry. All that attention and “love” she was receiving from Bella was for the Horcrux within her. She keeps Harry very close and on a tight leash. 

Bonus: 

-> Captain of the guards (Cass’ adopted father): Rodolphus 

Rodolphus and Delphini are close. Depending on how much attention Bellatrix gives Delphini, you can say that he pays her [Delphini] the same amount of attention or he pays her a little/lot more attention when Bella cannot. He trains her, with magic and knifes/swords. He’s also close to Harry and trains her as well, but not that often, as that’s Bella’s thing. His relationship with Bellatrix can be up to debate. 

WAHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! absolute BANGER fic idea, if you write it, i am strapped. in. i will be reading it. 10000000%

GODDD the dark themes, just urghh everything about this is so good. sad voldemort is dead though :(

but UGH bella's obsession? EPIC. thats so CLEVERRR

sirius as eugene is MY FAVVVV I LOVE ITT AHHH endgame sirry would be fantastic too omggg i love this so much.

delphini competing with harry? TOP-TIER.

i am SAT. if you write this pleaseee let me know i will gobble it up.

[dramaturgydrakes]

I have thoughts on Hermes after Odysseus’s passing/your design of Hermes after Odysseus passes has given me brainworms

I just have the idea that Hermes just…stops laughing after Odysseus passes, he cannot find reasons to laugh anymore, mortals kinda panic at the tricker god no longer laughing

He still teases/makes jokes though but his voice is so….dead pan emotionless…

He has permanent tear streak stains from crying for YEARS

Well Hermes loves all his descendants, he does not understand why Odysseus’s passing has him in ruins

Because I’m evil, Odysseus went crazy in his old age similar to his father and did not recognize Hermes, Athena or Telemachus as he neared his death bed/on his death bed (probably just dementia but ye old ancient Greece didn’t know that) also Penelope passed before Odysseus :(

Hermes and Athena mourn together….the world would’ve been driven into pure chaos if they didn’t have each other to mourn the loss of Odysseus

On a brighter note! I have a reincarnation AU! where human disguised!hermes and human disguised!athena raise a reincarnated!Odysseus, Odysseus at first does not have memories of his past life but he eventually regains them! :D 

HEY. GRABS YOU. HI.

FIRST: WHAT THE FUCK OW OW OW /POS.

SECOND: i am listening sooo hard

[animationstarlover1983]

Five Nights At Freddy’s: System Reboot AU.

Spook-Fest Party.

Description: A Small Short Fnaf Story for Halloween.

Extra: this story was literally written at the last moment because I somehow forgot it was Halloween lol, also this story adds in certain elements from the Games - Books and Movie.

Please Enjoy

And Happy Halloween.

It was a a spooky and scary night for Halloween, the entire neighborhood was filled to the brim with Halloween Decorations and stuff, many of the houses were his

At the Arrington House Vanessa was putting up the last of the Decorations all while wearing a Yellow Princess Costume

As she finish to walked towards the stairs and looked up

Vanessa: Brownie Bean, hurry we’re gonna be late, and the others will be here soon (Dressed up as a Yellow Princess).

Gregory: I’m coming, I’m almost done with my costume

(The doorbell rings)

Vanessa: hmm must be tricker-treaters (walks toward the front door)

(Opens door)

Vanessa: Hello

Vanessa was surprised once she saw who were at the door, it was Gregory’s friends all in their costumes, Cassie was Dressed as a Yellow Princess as well, Tony was Dressed as an Detective, Ellis was Dressed as a Paladin, Amelia was An Pink Priestess, Devon was a Dwarf and Oswald was an

Vanessa: Oh hey their guys, wow I love your costumes, are you guys here for your candy

Amelia, Ellis and Devon: yes-

Cassie, Tony and Oswald: No

They looked at each other in confusion

Tony: we’re just here to see if Greg is ready

Vanessa: oh yeah he’s just getting his costume ready

Gregory: okay I’m ready (rushes down the stairs)

Gregory rushes down stairs dressed as a Blue Wizard

Vanessa: aww, you look so cute in your little Wizard outfit

Gregory: (Slightly Embarrassed) it’s not supposed to be cute it’s suppose to be cool

Cassie: I think you look really cool

Gregory: thanks, I really like all your costumes as well

Vanessa: by the way did you guys come here all on your own

Cassie: no my dad actually drove us here, Roxy’s here as well

Cassie’s dad Jeremy would them come from the car to say hi dressed up as Bonnie and Roxy dressed up as Ghost Face

Vanessa: hi Jeremy, Roxy

Gregory: hi Mr Fitzgerald, hi Roxy

Jeremy: Nice to see you 2, love your costumes by the way

Amelia: so are we going Trick or Treating or what

Gregory: actually we’re doing something even better

Amelia: Better?

Gregory: yup, the town is having a special Halloween event called The Spook-Fest

Ellis: Sounds SPOOKY (Laughing to himself)

Everyone else just stares and cringes at the joke he just made

Ellis: (clears his throat) anyways

Everyone’s attention was then turned to inside the house as they heard heavy footsteps and Freddy’s showed up dressed up as Optimus Prime

Roxanne: wow Freddy, nice Tin man outfit

Freddy: Roxy, you know I’m Optimus

Roxanne: (snicker) just messing with you

Freddy: well come on, the others are probably already their what are we waiting for, Autobots Roll Out (internally: I’ve always wanted to say that)

After a short while our 3 star fam and friends made their way to the spookfest party, it was a huge outdoor celebration in a large pumpkin patch

Cassie: Woah this place is so cool

Gregory: hey guys let’s make a bet, whoever can gather the most candy from this place wins

Ellis: your on, and the loser has give the winner all their best candy

Amelia: Bring it chumps

Oswald: this is not gonna end well is it 😒

Gregory: 3 2 1 go go go

Vanessa: guys just don’t cause trouble for anyone, (small sigh), Cassie, Tony, Oswald please make sure they don’t get into any trouble

Cassie, Tony and Oswald: we will do our best

they all went to enjoy their time, Gregory and his friends competed in games and challenges all over the Spookfest, Meanwhile Vannesa - Freddy - Roxy and Jeremy supervised them from afar, as time passed vanessa was greeted by their other friends Luis Cabrera, Nora Wu, Tristan Mazely and Daniel Rocha, Luis was dressed as a Knight, Nora was dressed as a Ranger, Tristan was a Bard, Daniel was a Rogue and Quinn was a Witch.

Luis: Hi Ness

Nora: sup dorks

Tristan: hey guys

Daniel: what up

Quinn: Whattup

Vanessa: Guys their you are, wow I’m really digging the fantasy fits

Luis: thanks, nice princess outfit

Vanessa: Thank you, I made the costume myself but Gregory actually was the one who suggested it to me

Nora: so how is your little Gremlin doing

Vanessa: he’s doing fine, he and his friends wanted to come out here and hang out

Soon Vanessa and her friends found their conversation ending quickly as they noticed the arrival of their animatronic friends Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Monty, Bonnie was dressed as A ghost, Chica was dressed as a Fairy, Foxy was a Pumpkin and moon was a Candy Corn, Monty didn’t dress up

Chica: Hi Bestie, sorry we’re a little late

Bonnie: yeah it took forever for us to pick out costumes

Moon: that and a certain Reptilian refused to wear something

Monty: I don’t need to wear anything, this is the only time of year where I can go as myself

Foxy: never mind him, how have you’ve guys been

Tristan we’ve been pretty good, how about you guys

Chica: seven been doing fine as well

Vanessa: glad to hear that

Daniel: anyway come on guys let’s not just stand around we’re here to celebrate Halloween

Quinn: Agreed let’s get this party started

As the night went on they were Halloween songs, face painting, corn mazes and many other things, it almost felt as if this night would never end

Jeremy: man this night sure has been fun, I haven’t felt this way about Halloween for a long time

Freddy: I agree tonight’s been such a fun night

Roxanne: y know I’n surprised, I thought the kids were gonna get in some kind of trouble or something

Roxy immediately took her words back as soon as she heard a man yell at some kids

Underpaid worker: HEY GET BACK HERE YA LITTLE HEATHENS

The worker just so happens to be yelling at Gregory, Ellis, Amelia and Devon as they made their way to the others

Gregory: hey mom, uh I think we’re ready to go now

Vanessa: what did you kids do this time

Gregory, Ellis, Amelia and Devon: Nothing 😅😁

Tony: They took all the candy bowls and filled their bags

Underpaid Worker: THERE YOU ARE

Ellis: BOOK IT

And as the faz-family made their grand escape from the wrath of an angry worker they all looked at each other while smiling and laughing knowing that they all had one of if not the best Halloween ever.

The End.

EPILOGUE.

(Doorbell ring)

As the doorbell rings a small group of 6 kids patiently await the door to open, as they hear the locks and door opening they are met with a large and tall orange bear man

Freddy: hello kids, alright everyone line up, you can each take 5 pieces of candy

Little boy: sir what’s your costume

Freddy: oh, well I’m a Advance Sentient AI that’s haunted by an unresting Spirit

Little girl: no your not

Freddy: uh ok, and why is that’s

Little girl: well monsters aren’t suppose to be cute

(1 minute later)

Vanessa: geez we ran out of candy already

Freddy: (Crying tears of joy while holding an empty candy bowl) 🥹

[ceiling-karasu]

Poll: What is up with Commander Seungnyangi?

Characters in Squirrel and Hedgehog appear to be mostly named based on their species (squirrel, hedgehog, weasel), profession, or other distinguishing features (Aekku = one eyed, Oegwipali= one ear). The commander of the Wolf Unit, Seungnyangi, has a name (승냥이) that translates into 'Jackal.'

Borrowing from a previous post I made, but he does look slightly different that the other wolves.

Somewhat of a thinner muzzle than the rest, rounder ears. Jackals in real life can have longer thinner muzzles and sometimes rounder ears than wolves.

Insults based on species do appear to exist in the Squirrel and Hedgehog universe. For instance, Bamsaegi provides a distraction by calling Geumsaegi a 'running dog of General Commander,' which means some dogs and other animals must have a reputation.

Jackal has connotations that suggest trickery, cunning, and treachery. Commander Seungnyangi does not much care about the safety of his own men, and is very intelligent and brutal in getting what he wants. Which means he could have been named after this factor. Golden Jackal may be most likely.

Or (and this one would be tricker for a few reasons) he could be a mixture of both or other canines, as the wolves have have looked down on him for being part of a supposedly weaker species, while jackals stayed away because they saw him as yet another wolf brute. Or he kept one parent’s name. I’m still kind of keeping the canon-typical speciesism as in the other AU. It is a war and espionage AU fanfic, after all.

Feel free to make any suggestions!

[kefalion]

My AO3 2023 Wrapped

The post with the questions is here

Follow me below the cut to see my answers

Not all questions are relevant to my AO3 year, so some will be skipped

Fic you clicked on the most times this year (shows in History)

I went throguh 40 pages of history, so I'm not only sharing my top 1 clicked. You're getting a top 4 because the gap between nr 4 and nr 5 was huge. All top 4 have one thing in common. They're massive multichapter stories (or collections) that I began reading pre 2023. They're also all Star Wars

Number 4: edge of providence by adiduck (book_people), whimsicalimages. Visited 86 times

Status: Complete Words: 328,498 Chapters: 38/38

Anakin and Obi-Wan discover Kaminoo a few years earlier. It changes the course of the Galaxy. The main relationships is Obi-Wan & Anakin as well as Obi-Wan/Jango.

My favourite things about this story is seeing Obi-Wan be an excellent mentor to Anakin, the Sith plot unravel, and that the romantic relationship happens slowly, which to me makes it plausible

Number 3: The protégé by @spell-cleaver Visited 89 times

Status: Complete Words: 224,549 Chapters: 39/39

Sets up an alternative universe where Padmé joins Anakin when he turns on the Order and the Republic, Palpatine dies soon after, and Padmé becomes Empress Amidala. Follows Luke's journy in finding his family and finding himself.

What I like best about this story is that it's sprawling. The world feels huge and lived in. Naboo culture is explored beautifully. The relationships in the Skywalker family is another strong point. It's messy and real, but the love is always apperant.

Number 2: all the echoes fade by @reedroad Visited 93 times

Status: In progress. Words: 453,728 Chapters: 43/?

What if while searching for answers post the fall of the Empire, Luke fell into a parallel dimension where he and his sisters were raised by their Father? What if all the major characters from the films and animated shows were given room to shine? That's what this story does.

I love how big this story is and how at the same times, there is room for intimacy in how the relationships are shown. For example, the way Vader and Padmé's relationship is shown awed me time and again.

Numer 1: Prompted | Obikin by @intermundia. Visited 103 times

Status: "Complete" Words: 127,374 Chapters: 24/24

This is a compilation of short stories. Various AUs. From Modern. To various movie AUs. To Sith!Obi-Wan. All of them about Obi-Wan/Anakin. Maybe it's complete. Maybe more will be added.

To say why I like this is a bit tricker than the others. There are so many different things to be had here. All of it captures the essence of the relationship it is about, however, and to do it in so many packages is amazing.

2. First fic you clicked on this year

According to the History, I started the year with more of @spell-cleaver Fixing Your (Relation)Ship Since 5 AFE by SpellCleaver

3. First fic you Bookmarked this year

The Face of Antiquity by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles) for Cam_Watson

I have it marked as TBR. I've apparently not read it all year. Maybe this is how I should start my 2024

4. First fic you posted this year

A Roll of Destiny 

Status: Complete Words: 21,803  Chapters: 19/19

This is an RPG sheet story. I rolled out prompts and built a story about Obi-Wan and Darth Vader. Set after the Kenobi series. It was a very different writing expereince. Not knowing what was going to happen next made it more akin to reading. I could only plan out short chapters at a time.

5. Your most read Fandom this year

Star Wars. Hands down. I barely read anything else.

6. Your most written for Fandom this year

Same. Hard same. Star Wars.

7. Your most read pairing this year

Obi-Wan/Anakin

8. Your most written for pairing this year

Obi-Wan/Anakin

9. Most popular fic by hits you read this year

Oh dear. I need to go through all 40 pages again. Let me quickly see how many more questions are about my reading History. Oh. Read. I just checked if it was in my history. I'm not going through all those pages again. Most hits in my history of 2023 goes to

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc Hits: 1,726,530

Going by the fics that were grouped with it, I was checking what was popular. I have not read this.

10. Most popular fic by hits you posted this year

Visualising Our Fantasies [Explicit Obikin Art] by Kefalion, SageGarnish Hits: 43,352 This is a landslide victory. My post with the second most hits has just over 2000. I guess people are starved for explicit art.

11. Most popular fic by kudos you posted this year

Same. But by a smaller margin. 1st place 410. 2nd place 200

12. Most popular fic by comment threads you posted this year

Same again. 29 for Visualising Our Fantasies [Explicit Obikin Art] and 10 for the second highest number of comment threads

13. Your personal favorite fic you read this year

Difficult. I've read a lot of good fic. One series that stands out to me is

Star Wars: Aberration by SiegeGunn

The main character is Cal Kesits, and it explores how things could go of it was converted to the dark side and became an Inquisitor.

By being a series, it explores widely varying povs and characters, though the larger stories in the series focus on Cal. Really cool.

14. Your personal favorite fic you posted this year

Another very difficult question. Let's go with this

Complete Your Training by Kefalion

While watching the Ahsoka Series, and before it too, I had theories. And right before the way they decided to take the story was revealed, I wrote this in a frenzy. It came together over a long time and was written down in hours. Really cool experience. And I think the story turned out great too. It's also the first time I've posted a podfic

15. Most recent fic you clicked on

Aside from the ones I've clicked on to answer these questions, it's

Obi-Wan Kenobi Is Too Polite to Tell You About His Huge Penis by kingdomvel The title alone is art

16. Most recent fic you Bookmarked

Forget Me Not by AFishNamedSushi

Summary: 5 years into Obi-Wan’s exile on Tatooine, a man calling himself Anakin Skywalker comes to call upon the old Lars homestead. This man certainly looks like Obi-Wan’s old Padawan, but he has no memory of the Clone Wars, his life with the Jedi, or Obi-Wan.

Status: Complete Words: 48,050  Chapters: 12/12

17. Most recent fic you posted

I added a chapter to the explicit art collection. Prior to that it's Complete your training from question 14

18. Highest word count fic you read this year

skip

19. Highest word count fic you posted this year

A Roll of Destiny  That's the RPG fic I mentioned in question 4. A bit over 20k words.

20. Your total word count posted this year (shows in Statistics)

34,662

21. Your total hits this year (shows in Statistics)

51,654

22. Your total kudos this year (shows in Statistics)

915

23. Your total comment threads this year (shows in Statistics)

54

24. Least popular fic by hits you read this year

thy fearful symmetry @ossidae-passeridae Only 144 hits atm! Go give it some love! But mind the tags! Dae doesn't write for the faint of heart. It's star wars. It's a reaction to the Mandalorian season 3. It's just over 2k words. And it's clever and unsettling.

25. Least popular fic by hits you posted this year

Complete Your Training makes another apperance. Hits: 1,074

26. Least popular fic by kudos you posted this year

Complete Your Training again. Kudos: 71

27. Least popular fic by comment threads you posted this year

Not a tripple whammy for Complete your training. Story with the least comment threads goes to Take Care of Yourself, I Wish I Could 

It's the first story I've written with explicit sexual content, and it's more of that than plot. I see why people hold off commenting. But that trend was more obvious than I expected at the time of posting.

Status: complete Words: 7,095  Chapters: 1/1 Star Wars - Obi-Wan/Anakin

28. Number of fics you clicked on this year (20 per page)

I've gone on and on about my fourty pages. 39x20 + 11 makes it 791 fics I've clicked from January to the start of December

29. Number of Bookmarks you made this year (20 per page)

222 - What a nice number!

30 - 45 skip

It's mainly about popular fandoms and ships. I've already answered that. It's Star Wars and Obi-Wan/Anakin

46. A playlist of all the songs you used lyrics from to title fics this year

I've not used any songs for titles. I have so many WIPs of this variety though. Next year maybe!

47. Shout out an incomplete fic you read this year

See you around, Jedi by PaperCraneCastles

Let's go with this. It's Cal Kestis/Boba Fett.

This is what I wrote when I bookmarked it: delightful. The characterisations are so fun. Boba is more than hot. He wears his competency well.

Words: 7,602 Chapters: 3/4

48. Oldest fic you read this year

Every so often I visit my old fandoms. This is from such a time. Updated Okt 2012 we have a Mass Effect fic THE STEPS AND THE SHORE by spicyshimmy

But holy wow did I almost only read fics from 2023 and 2022. Seeing 201x was frighteningly rare. I think it's because I've read so much Star Wars fic over three years. Only new things are new to me.

49. Your most posted Additional Tag this year

eh... There's no most. Got a lot of 2s

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics (2)

POV Third Person Limited (2)

Scenting (2)

Animated GIFs (2)

POV Anakin Skywalker (2)

50. Your favorite comment you left or received this year

How do I pick one???

This one was fun.

I’m crying? WHY AM I CRYING???

To get people to experience emotions is always the goal