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[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

spoilers for chapter 14 of The World by @og-doeiika on AO3

Fan art or chapter 14 below the cut…

[perpetualexistence]

An Appetite for Knowledge: A Prologue to A Total Drama Noah as a D&D Monster AU

So, I came up with an AU for Noah as a D&D monster. It was supposed to just be one post. Then I started writing a scene for it. Then more context to the scene. Then I came up with a cool name for the AU.

The next thing I knew I was editing the scene immensely and whoopsie daisy I have a horror one-shot.

For extra shits and giggles, I decided to be experimental with it. I wanted to try to do more with less. So I'm not going to name what kind of monster Noah is in this one-shot. If you think you've figured it out, please do leave a comment or put it in the tags because I'm curious.

I plan to post more about the AU itself, including exactly how Noah works, in a separate post that should only be stream of consciousness paragraphs. Do keep in mind that I don't plan to make this an actual fic series, this just serves as a prologue to the AU itself.

If you know nothing about D&D monsters, that's also okay! If I've written this story correctly, you shouldn't have to know anything about D&D in order to enjoy it.

I might end up posting this on AO3 eventually, it really just depends on how I'm feeling. For now, without furthur ado, An Appetite for Knowledge!

Content Warnings: Implied murder, blood

It needed a real body.

It grew tired of hiding from creatures larger and dumber than itself. It could not feed properly from them. It had no collective knowledge to work from. It could only wander in a direction and anticipate.

It came across a stray child hiding himself between the roots of a tree.

The child made not a sound. Not even an aura of magic around the child. I could feel the child's thoughts racing inside of his fleshy cocoon. The child is reading a book far beyond his reading level. A clever hiding spot for a clever child. Not much older than itself. Perfect.

It sent memories into the child's mind. The pain of being dragged from a cranium unknown and melded with paws and claws for travel. The ceaseless chatter of voices commanding it to obey and feed. The utter apathy for a purpose unbidden until now. The knowledge of exactly what was to happen next.

The child screamed. He threw his book to the ground. He used his free hands in his futile attempts to scramble through the roots. They were clearly a tight squeeze without the throes of panic. They were mere inconveniences for a creature the size of a fist.

"No! No no no-AAAAAAAH-"

He's 8 years old and is from the border. He comes from a poor family, but is himself blessed with magic. He was scouted by a magic academy for proper training and accepted immediately.

He's among the first of many students that are being taken back to the academy through a traveling caravan. He couldn't stand for being around others for so long. The second they settled for a break, he fled to seek solitude.

He can understand the sentiment. That's what it did when the demands of the hivemind stopped and he was blessed with free will. It wasn't going to stick around for the fights for power in a state of anarchy. But he'll have to be smarter than that now. He can't have another monster picking his body off while he's alone. Not to mention, he is soon to be among wizards.

They have many spells for finding creatures like him. He must find a way to counter them, or he must flee. He peeked into the spells he now knew. They are not many, but the fact there are any given his age explains why he feels almost stuffed with knowledge. He won't have to eat again for quite a while.

He found a spell that would allow his aura to appear as human as his body is. He would have to spend most of his energy casting this spell every day. But once his body grew, and he learned how to better yield his magic? Oh it would very much be worth the constant risk of discovery.

He slowly tilted his head up from his curled position. Light peeked from between the roots to irritate his closed eyelids. He slowly opened his right eye. The light hit his retina to reveal brown roots, brown skin, a brown book still clutched between his arms. He opened his left eye to reveal the same view. Muted colors. Colors nonetheless.

He opened his mouth slowly, and closed it again. He opened his mouth again, and stuck his tongue out to look at it. Closed it again.

His face stung from the scratches it had inflicted. He moved a limb, his arm, to touch his face. He brushed his middle finger against blood. He brought his bloodied finger into view. He took his thumb and rubbed it against his middle finger.

Sloppy work, but it was his first time. He was proud. Proud. Such a nice feeling. He couldn't wait to find out what else could make him proud.

He let out a squawk of indignation as he felt arms burst through the roots and drag him out.

"Kid!" the voice shouted. Based on the armor he was now staring at, this was a guard. He wore a tabard emblazoned with an insignia of runes and sorcery. He recognized that insignia. It was that of his new school. He recognized this voice. This was the guard he had snuck past to look for a place to read. "I heard the screams! What happened to you?! What were you even DOING out here?!"

He hasn't had enough time to parse through his social skills. He'll have to wing it, as his new knowledge of idioms provided. At least he doesn't have to worry about motor skills as he's being carried with two hands around his torso. His limbs dangle as he puts his effort towards speaking.

"I wanted somewhere to read alone." he said. His voice is flat. It's a chore to open his mouth to produce sounds. But that's what human children are capable of, so that's what he must do. The guard's eyebrows furrow in...concern? Ugh, right. Emotions are a thing he needs to account for now.

"Read al-Kid! Just because that weird brain thing got killed, it doesn't mean the woods are safe!" the guard shouted. Oh. That would explain the silence. "This is still a forest swamped with monsters!"

"They were safe enough for you to fall asleep on guard duty." he retorted. It was hard to place where this instinct came from. It had never liked the authority of the hivemind. He had never liked people looking down at him for his age.

The guard's face flushed red. Oh, pride was back. He'd have to do that more often.

"You little-" the guard started before he forced himself to stop. He looked to the ground to calm himself and noticed the claw marks. "Just...tell me what attacked you."

"I didn't see it clearly. I think the little creature that lived here came home. You must've scared it off."

The guard looked directly into his gaze. He couldn't fail this test. He was too exhausted to try again.

The last time he tried to hide something was when his mother caught him a few months ago. He'd stolen his sister's practice wand. He wanted to use it, and she was being selfish. His mother didn't know which sibling had stolen it. She was asking each of them individually. He had watched his innocent siblings meet her gaze, and she relented. He had tried to meet her gaze, but guilt overcame her and he had looked away from her.

He looked directly at the guard. The guard was the first to look away and sigh.

"Just don't do it again kid, next time you won't be so lucky." The guard slung him over his shoulder like a sack of grapes.

"You're right, I won't be."

"Let's just get you back to the others....uh..."

The guard is trying to pull for a name. His body's name is spoken in a tongue unfamiliar to most in this country. He was not lying. He will never be so lucky as to find an opportunity like this again.

What to say, what say? He's never had the ability to be creative before. He only knew what his body last knew before he moved in. Including his last words.

He tried going for a grin. He could only settle for a smirk.

"Noah. You can call me Noah."

[lazarish]

Absinthe: But you had to, because you had to die and I had to bring you back and they had to watch.

[kazuchikaokada]

people complaining about mox bleeding is so funny to me, it always makes me laugh. good thing none of u were around during his times before he signed with wwe because THIS is what he did

what he does in aew is NOTHING compared to the shit he did in promotions like czw 😭

[funbonded]

NEW DASHCON we've gone full blown murder panda

[klekenbitchboy]

I DROPPED MEAT ON THE GROUND ON ACCIDENT AND NOW IT LOOKS LIKE I STEPPED ON A MURDER SCENE

[ofsupernovcs]

Juri turned around his eyes searching for asher. Juri wanted blood and revenge. The witch felt a familiar pair of eyes on him. There was a sneer. "You like what you see?" Juri asked showing off the blood and bare chest. There was a sigh. "I didn't start the war, those animals did." Juri said. He took several steps closer. "You aren't part of them are you?"

Nic was attempting to find Parker when he found Juri fighting with OEA members. The male certainly wasn't the same person who was hiding in the restroom when Nic had arrived. He saw the other brandishing a bloodied knife when one member fell to the floor before watching him antagonise others in the room. "fuck.." he mumbled to himself watching the other male.

[meephisto-underscore]

lmk art dump bc i keep forgettin to post here

skullkey duo :]

my silly oc Amaranth

a lil doodle of Spider Queen drinkin tea

AND BLOOW TW!!

theory of MK losin his eye :)

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[pimsri]

“ Things my adoptive father taught me since I was a little vampire fledgling; never hunt anyone, unless they tried to hunt you first. “

[deathtriangles]

aew dynamite as tumblr text posts: march 17th, 2021 - st paddy's day slam ✨

[retrograderesemblance]

For half a moment, she believed him to be dead.

But then she managed to regain control of her senses. Her basket becoming abandoned at her feet as she stooped down, pressing a hand to his face and she could feel the haphazard breathes he exhaled, they warmed her palm.

In many ways she was grateful he wasn't conscious; the silence between them allowed her to focus, even if her thoughts weren't linear, even if all she could comprehend was the way she nudged one of his stained hand aside only to see the way his middle was sodden with blood. His blood was on her hands now and she swallowed back the bile threatening to rise in her throat. She considered shouting for Elias even if there was no point; the last thing she needed was to be overheard by a wagon further up the road, and the last thing she needed was Elias rushing to her aid only to further disable himself in the process.

Molly shrugged her cloak from her shoulders, struggling to maneuver around the heap that was Isaac as she managed to wind her hands under his armpits, gritting her teeth as she heaved, trying to drag him away. He was heavier than she remembered, even if her memory was clouded by just how many years had passed since last they roughhoused.

"C'mon you clodpoll, help me out here." She muttered even if it was no use.

She managed to get a couple hundred yards from the farmhouse when her arms finally gave out, her upper back aching from the exertion.

Panting, she left him, her heading the front door.

"Mr. Abbott! I could do with another set of hands."

It was an ambush. It had to be. There was no other way that British soldiers could have been so prepared, so ready to meet the Patriot soldiers for their covert scouting. Five of them had set out, now only Isaac remained, having watched his brothers get shot down in the frigid frost like wild animals.

Somehow he'd managed to use the thin brush of trees to his advantage and made his escape, albeit heavily injured. He was sure that whoever was left alive in the enemy patrol would either track him or report the incident to Major Hewlett and send reinforcements searching around Setauket for him.

Head spinning from the blood loss, he'd ditched his jacket, which would've caused him to stick out like a sore thumb (never mind the fact that he was bleeding out) and staggard to the only place he knew he might have a chance of surviving: his father's farmhouse.

If in his right mind, he never would have done so, but he couldn't form any coherent thought as he began to slow, the barn of the Abbott property just within a healthy man's walking distance. Back against a tree, he slid down into the sludge as crimson soaked his waistcoat. His vision blurred and his legs went numb. He couldn't walk any further, or even remember what he was doing.

"Isaac?"

That voice, melodious and familiar, brought him only a moment of clarity as he looked up through a hazy vision, barely able to make out her shape but comforted by the fact that he knew exactly who it was.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes..." he answered groggily before slumping forward, blacking out entirely.

[ultra-swap]

You know, if even the OTP prompt generator wants Swap AU Sevanne, I sure do as well... So yeah, gimme some Swap AU Sevanne content

You ask, I deliver! Swap AU Sevanne (Feat. Zero and a Pegassa arm)

[pigsteprap]

brought my cherryade to this casino once and the manager just grabbed an axe and split my bottle in half :( 5/10

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digital illustration of Essek Thelyss and Caleb Widogast from Critical Role. They are both sitting on the ground, Caleb is leaning on Essek, and Essek's head is turned towards Caleb. They both have their eyes closed and are injured and tired. Essek says "Are you alright, Caleb?", Caleb responds "Been better, been worse" and Essek says "Hmm". End description.]

Being a wizard gets a little rough sometimes

[retrograderesemblance]

She hesitated, keeping one hand on the edge of the door. It was a foolish musing, and yet she still allowed herself to wonder what might happen if she simply swung it open again and fled from her studio into the hall. Visions of herself, bloodied on the stone floor flashed beneath her eyes.

"Astrid." She feigned a smile, breathily exhaling to mask the unnerving she felt. Patience was certain her attempts had been futile to the woman; Astrid appeared unchanged from before; still able to smell fear, betrayal like the most wicked of beasts. "I was unaware my debt was to be collected so soon."

Patience knew death was to be in her future, but when she made her own deal with the Dark Brotherhood to salvage the life of Mr. Franklin, she had been certain her debt would extend to the end of this war.

( Astrid ; open starter -- mutuals only )

        ❝ Well, well look what the cat dragged in, ❞ Astrid greets with a friendly smile, though its debatable if the smile is genuine or not. ❝ Good. We need to talk. ❞

[magpieddd]

Happy Halloween Fellas, remember that beheading your brother is not a nice thing to do