#you don’t mess with the realm unless you want it to mess with you

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 62

Danny has been reaching out to the league for help.

He thought he had it handled but then got sucked into a different dimension, had his town almost fed to plants, the town had a sleepy time nap, and for crying out loud vortex literally messed with the weather all around the globe.

Out of everything he thought vortex would of made them realize he was serious.

being sick of it he starts researching. If they won’t help them by choice and keep ignoring him he is gonna force the matter.

Too bad he can’t figure out who any of the hero’s are. But he does find a newspaper that might take an interest in his information. Especially with the anti ecto acts being brought into the conversation.

Is showing up at a random reporters apartment without being announced that smart. No. But he is desperate.

Clark did not expect to have a random white haired teen show up at his building.

Now he has answers about the mysterious attacks and questions of why weren’t they alerted.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Life, Death, and the Space in Between Part Four (Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal)

Summary: Every action has a consequence.

Words: 1540

Warnings: Arguments, talks of death, canon death, language?

A/N: I'm alive. I haven't forgotten this. I also have Covid so forgive me. K, thanks!

-X-

Agatha’s feet carried her forward, through endless expanse as she searched for Nicky before—

Two small, thin arms wrapped around her, his head pressing against her stomach as he barreled into her. “Mama!” his voice cracked, burrowing deeper into her grasp.

Breath catching painfully in her chest, Agatha sunk to her knees, gathering him into her arms and just… holding him, silent tears streaming down her face. He smelled just like she remembered—of earth and rain and everything good in her world. Everything good she’d ever done.

-X-

Trembling hands caressed your face, wiping away sweat and tears as your breathing grew shallow, lips paling.

“W-what’s happening?” Teen asked nervously, flinching at Rio’s cold, unwavering glare.

“Which part? The part where you shouldn’t exist right now and neither should this godforsaken Road? How your powers just sent (Y/N) and Agatha into the realm of the afterlife because you can’t control your abilities? Or the part where—” Rio choked on her words, staring down at your unmoving body, “—Life is dying?”

Teen’s jaw dipped open, eyes wide with horror. “W-what?”

The other witches took a step back, sensing the brewing storm within Rio, eyes flickering between the boy and the scene before them.

“You, Teen, are Billy Maximoff. Son of the Scarlet Witch and the creator of the Witch’s Road. Congratulations, you’ve turned a con into a reality and in doing so, have damned Life to die because you briefly gave Agatha Harkness enough power to drag my other half into the fucking afterlife!” her words were sharp, cracking around the edges. “The living can’t come back from the afterlife! In letting Agatha have exactly what she wanted, Life made a choice… and she…”

Shaking fingers drifted along your cheeks.

“God, why did you do it?” she asked your still form. “You idiot. You stupid, wonderful, selfless idiot.”

“Wait, wait, hold up. (Y/N) is Life?” Jenn repeated, her eyes jumping between you and Rio. “So does that make you—”

“Death,” Lilia finished, though it wasn’t a question.

Tilting her head slightly, Rio’s eyes never left you. “Ding, ding, ding. Thank you for playing, witches. So, unless anyone has any useful ideas right this second, I need you all to shut the hell up while I think.”

For once…

The Road was silent.

And Rio had no ideas of how to solve this fucking mess.

-X-

Staggering towards Agatha and Nicky, you forced your body to keep moving, even as the afterlife demanded more from you the longer Agatha remained. Seeing her clinging to Nicky tugged at your heart and you hated yourself for what you were about to do. Dragging her away.

“Mommy!” Nicky gasped, peering over Agatha’s shoulder at you, his excitement fading into worry. “Are you okay? You don’t look okay.”

Stiffening slightly, Agatha glanced over her shoulder at you, eyes widening at the blackening veins pulsing on your face, the paleness of your lips, the shadows nipping at your heels…

“Hey, baby,” you rasped, collapsing beside Agatha and gently combing your fingers through his long hair. “I uh… I’m okay. I have to take Mama home though. I’m sorry, we can’t stay.”

Nicky’s expression dropped but he nodded. “I know. It’s not Mama’s time.”

Reaching up, his small hand touched your cheek, knowing something’s wrong even if he can’t understand it. His other hand touched Agatha’s.

“Please stop fighting,” he whispered to Agatha, holding her gaze. “It wasn’t their fault. Someday, we’ll be a family. All of us. You and Mommy and Mami… we’ll all be happy again.”

Maybe it’s the light shining in his eyes or the actual health keeping his face colored or maybe it’s the confidence in his voice but something—even if she didn’t want to admit it—began to warm in her chest, regret flooding into her eyes as she really took you in. How sick you suddenly seemed. The way you were panting, despite not needing air. The way your glow seemed…

Dim.

Smiling softly—in pain, in heartbreak—you grabbed Agatha’s hand and tangled your fingers together before closing your eyes, yanking both of you back into your bodies before she could try and stop you.

Then…

There was only darkness.

-X-

Agatha awoke with a gasp, sitting upright abruptly. The Road. She was on the Road again—lying in the wet mud—but…

Glancing around, she saw everyone surrounding… something.

“And here I thought this coven would be happy to know I’m fine,” she half-joked, staggering to her feet and wandering over to group, almost offended by the lack of reaction. “Really feeling the sisterhood here.”

Before she could even reach the circle, Rio’s hand was wrapped around her neck, shoving her into a tree. Scathing remarks on the tip of her tongue, she froze at the look of absolute fury on Rio’s face. Of all the things she’d said and done over the centuries, she’d never been on the receiving end of this expression…

This hatred.

“Agatha Harkness, you selfish, thoughtless woman! Hate me all you want but she—” Rio choked on her words, emotion swimming so deeply in her eyes that it nearly stole Agatha’s breath. “—she always saw the best in you. Forgave you for whatever you said; whatever you did. But this? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? What fucking mess you’ve caused? No, because you don’t ever think about anyone other than yourself!”

“What are you talking about?” Agatha choked out, fingers wrapping around Rio’s wrist in an attempt to loosen her grip.

Dragging her by her throat over to your body, Rio snarled, “Look!”

There, motionless on the ground, you lied. Pale in the moonlight of the Road, eyes fluttering, chest barely rising—

You looked like a damn corpse, something Agatha never once expected to see. You, so full of energy and life, snuffed out like a candle in a windstorm, only embers remaining where your flames once burned. Your fingers twitched, as if reaching out for something unseen but too weak to find.

“Nothing living can return from the afterlife. It demands a price, a price, for any mortal that passes through—and she fucking paid yours.” Rio’s lip trembled, staring at the dying body of her counterpart.

Her perfect other half.

For the first time in her existence, Agatha Harkness was struck speechless. You, who always stood by her side even when she screamed and raged and hated… you, who vowed to love her even as Agatha scorched the earth around her… you who could’ve left her to the afterlife…

“(Y/N),” she breathed, dropping to her knees beside you, a trembling hand reaching out to touch your face, only to be caught by Rio and yanked away, nearly knocked backwards onto her ass.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” she hissed, carefully lifting your body into her arms to cradle you to her chest. Feeling the way your heartbeat was waning beneath her palm. Sluggish. Barely beating. “You’ve done enough.”

Agatha’s lips parted, but no words came. There was nothing she could say. For once, the woman who had spoken her way into and out of every situation imaginable—who always found an angle to tip the scales in her favor—was utterly, horrifyingly speechless. For all her dark knowledge… she was completely unprepared.

A broken, strangled sound escaped her lips, and she moved again, reaching for you instinctively. “Rio, please—”

“No,” Rio spat, pulling you tighter against her chest. Her arms curled around you as if shielding you from the very woman who had caused this, her visage flickering for a split second. An unspoken warning. “You don’t get to ask anything of me. Of her. Not anymore.”

Agatha recoiled like she’d been struck, breath hitching sharply in her throat. She wanted to argue, to lash out, to fix this—but there was nothing she could say, nothing she could do. For the first time, she actually felt how powerless she really was.

"Please, baby," Rio whispered, this time directed at you. At the barely-there rise and fall of your chest. "Stay with me. Don’t leave me; I can’t do this without you."

But even as she begged, even as she reached for something unseen, something that was already slipping between her fingers, trying to call upon something—anything, the truth sat heavy in the air.

You were dying.

And there wasn’t a damn thing Death could do to stop it.

Jenn took a step forward, hesitant. “There has to be something we can do.” Her voice wavered, but there was determination in her eyes, staring at your still body. “Life isn’t a mortal, so that means the afterlife can’t just… take her.”

Rio let out a bitter laugh, low and humorless. “Oh, sure. Go ahead, Jenn. If you have a way to defy the fundamental laws of existence and the cosmos and the afterlife I’ve cultivated for millennia, be my guest. Clearly a bunch of half-assed witches know more than an actual cosmic entity.”

Jenn bristled but she kept quiet, knowing this wasn’t just anger—this was unadulterated grief. The panic of not being able to stop what felt inevitable.

And if they didn’t hurry…

There would be no life left to save.

[punkpandapatrixk]

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I promise you that you can be “THE” SLAYEST when you rock a style that is your own. A style—or styles—that is your own is one that reflects outwardly the core essence of your Soul Expression.

If you know yourself, and acknowledge your unique Light, there is not a trend or fad in this mortal realm that could ever shake your confidence in what you’re already doing!

Remember, trend-makers are never individuals known to follow trends to begin with! Are you a satisfied with yourself for being a trend-follower? Gosh, that's such loser NPC behaviour. I know you're so much more than that, you su-su-su-Superbeing❣️❣️

SONG: Supernova by aespa

MOVIE: 千年女優; Sennen Joyuu (Millennium Actress) (2001)

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Pile 1 – Bitch Barbie

VIBE: Jackie (2016)

core spiritual essence – Knight of Wands Rx

YOLO, Spiritual Gangsta! You’re a badass bitch who’s actually a lot nastier and vainer than outer appearances may give LMAO You’re such a drama queen, too. You wake up in the morning and ready to stir up some shit. You’re naughty. You’re playful. You’re creative and a bit of a prankster to the detriment of some of your closest friends. And if you have an enemy, you’re the type that’d pour gasoline on their motorbike and let them catch fire on their own!

You really like colourful stuff. Since you were a kid, you’ve always been interested in cute or weird shapes and bling knickknacks. Colours and shapes are integral to your fashion expression as a means to let your passion through. From another angle, this is also how you show people not to take you lightly. You’re attracted to weird or bold shapes and vibrant colours because they also send word to the outer world that you’re not one to mess with.

You LOVE being seen as a weirdo. It benefits you to be seen as a BITCH, too. This is a form of self-preservation AND protection. You want to weed off boring people who are only there to feed off your precious spiritual creative aenergy! You’re the school’s boss bitch who says, ‘You can’t sit with us,’ to practically everybody because you value only strong and weird, high-quality bitches who are just like you. Deep at your core, you keep to your tribe and will protect them with your Life <3

people’s first impression – XIV Temperance

You’re an enigmatic character who’s admired and feared at the same time. Because you have such a strong presence, unbeatable charisma, people can’t help but be attracted to your aenergy. And for the most part, you’re really somebody who has a pleasant smile and good manners. People’s first projection of you might be along the lines of being a good gal LMAO You seem at first glace a temperate person who adheres to social protocols. I mean, that’s only because you’re chill~

But try and get on your bad side? The psychopath takes over. You’re very serious when working towards your goals and you don’t like it when people bother you with unwarranted criticisms or unsolicited advice. You like figuring things out yourself unless you ask for other people’s opinions. When people see this side of you, then they understand you’re not all that friendly or welcoming and that they’ve been blinded by their own expectations.

From afar, people can tell you’re meant for great things in this Life. Since you’re quite unapproachable to many, they may never say this to you but they gossip amongst themselves and speculate about what such a unique person like you could achieve in this world. They shudder when thinking about all your potentials! How can such a smart badass even be real?? It feels so unfair…

fatal attraction! – Ace of Pentacles

You’re the type that should never buy fake designer items. Buying cheap-ass things that are your style is one thing, but buying fake luxury items? NAH, NO. Your Venus will cry. Check out what your Venus sign says about your values as a person and try to match your fashion style with that. For the majority of you tuning into this Pile, being bold in all the ways that suit you is the way to go. Price is not necessarily key here, it’s boldness that plays into your self-expression.

You’re the kind of person who can wear colours and accessories that usually will make other people look like clowns XD People wonder what enables you to pull off those strange colours, shapes or combinations, not knowing it’s your CONFIDENCE in yourself being able to pull them off that makes them work. It’s the RIZZ, baby~ No matter what you look like, no matter your size and skin colour, you have the power to make WHATEVER you wear on you look like something they show on the runway.

I betcha you get a lot of requests to model for your photographer friends? XD Some of you reading this have even modelled casually before. And some of you are meant to be scouted into the modelling or fashion industry in general! If not to that degree, you’re still the kind of person who could make occasional appearances on fashion magz or insta or have your face be a poster for something quite creative. You should charge good prices for your contribution to people being able to sell their shit! v$o$v

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻💙

vanity – Silver Geographer (Francis Drake)

sassy – Priestess of Integrity

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Pile 2 – Brooding Maniac

VIBE: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)

core spiritual essence – 4 of Cups

You one spooky bitch XD But truly, your Soul is full of colours if only people could see it! It’s just that these are colours most people won’t understand or even approve of. You possess the ability to feel and process immensely complex emotions as well as thoughts. It’s more like you think in feelings even if you identify as someone very logical. Your emotions often get heavy if you don’t learn to control them. And…you’ve really taken it to quite an extreme how well you can control or suppress your emotions now.

Some of you reading this probably have strong Earth placements, especially Capricorn, but could also have some Scorpio and Aquarius influences. The way you feel your emotions is quiet and almost…jaded. I think your Soul gets easily tired by Humans for their lack of intelligence but also for their lack of appreciation for different varieties of Beauty. You think most people are narrow-minded; just thinking about it is super exhausting.

That’s why you don’t easily show your colours to everybody. People’s disapproval of the depths of your emotions could kill your spirit on a daily basis. You’d rather not deal with that, so then you chose to sport a lot of black in your outer appearance. You could also be the type that chooses solid or ‘dull’ colours like grey or white, essentially to just…not tell people anything. The only other way you actually show your emotions, in a subtle way, is through some colours that could be found in your accessories and…HAIR <3

At least some of you dream of having colourful hair if only your society or workplace would allow that XD

people’s first impression – 8 of Cups

Instantaneously, people get this impression that you’re elusive as fuck. Like, you’re not exactly unapproachable—no, no—it’s more like, even if people try to talk to you, they already think you’re the type that won’t respond too well. You seem like you don’t talk much if at all, and people get this feeling that you’re uncomfortable with being talked to. Kinda feels like, you’re ready to flee the scene the moment someone comes up to talk to you BUHAHAH Most likely because you give off this nervous/awkward energy in social situations XD

As for your fashion, you dress so uniquely, out-there-ly, alien-ly, and people simply can’t catch up. They know they won’t be able to copy you, at least not properly. You possess a strong and unique aura that shines through your fashion sensibility and you don’t even try that hard if you’re being honest. And yet, anybody who tries to emulate or copy you will 100% look like a cheap knock-off of whatever style you’re rocking.

There is something about you that screams ORIGINAL. And yet, this is mostly caused by your lack of interest in other people’s business. You have this cold, detached aura that makes you stand out in a crowd exactly because you don’t give a fuck. At first glance, people think it’s your fashion—your clothes and accessories, your hair or nails that make you look ORIGINAL. Maybe even you think that. But no, it’s your brooding AURA that says so. You’re a maniac who ain’t interested in mingling, that’s why~

fatal attraction! – Queen of Wands

You’re a divisive character who’s either despised or admired, to an extreme. There’s no in between. Seems, indeed, like some Scorpio/8th House aenergy or some harsh Plutonian aspects XD To varying extents, and depending on your mood on a given day, people’s extreme reception of you could be mentally draining. The way I see it, you yourself don’t even understand why people are damn drawn to you. You kinda wish people would leave you alone. At least the ones you don’t care about.

But…you definitely are incredibly pretty. You have a very attractive face, you know that? And then there’s your fashion sense that tells the right kind of people that you truly are a creative/artistic person who has many stories to tell because you feel very deeply. And yet, you don’t talk to people at all and that’s mystifying. Meanwhile, the haters are also attracted to your aenergy because something about your originality is a direct insult to their lack of AUTHENTICITY ho ho ho~

You give people a reason to connect and unite in their petty hatred and that’s very refreshing for those types of people to talk about LMAO Ain’t you a hero, my dear? Anyway, this may sound so random but I’m getting that you might wanna hang out at some art gallery or library? You could meet someone or see an ad/announcement for an event that could change your Life for the better! Your brooding style could get you some unique opportunities that could potentially make you very happy <3

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻🧡

vanity – Silver Alchemist (Ramon Llull)

sassy – Priestess of Inspiration

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Pile 3 – Plutonian Siren

VIBE: Flesh and the Devil (1926)

core spiritual essence – 8 of Pentacles

Daym, you’re a total hustler babe, aren’t ya? For one, at the core of your being you know that you were born into this world with a strong purpose. When you were a kid, you probably didn’t have the words to describe this knowing but it was clear to you that you weren’t supposed to fit in or be ‘normal’, whatever ‘normal’ meant within your norm XD You’ve always been the kinda person who deviated from your mainstream society. You couldn’t help it; you just had to be an anomaly.

Truth be told, you’ve a strong Sirenian spirit (if that’s even a word). You’re like a combination of a bitch barbie and a brooding maniac. You’ve a strong dark Plutonian and chaotic Neptunian aenergy about you and this is SCARY to a lot of people. If you grew up in a toxic household, I betcha an adult in your ‘family’ despised you for just being you. Could be a mean uncle or auntie as well if you had a good relationship with your own parents ;P

Did you know that in some literature Sirens were actually not mermaids? They’re more akin to evil harpies? XXD You’re an evil harpy at your worst and a singing mermaid at your best. I tell you people shouldn’t mess witcha. The karma will be heavy on them because you essentially come from a strong lineage of powerful witches! <3

people’s first impression – 9 of Cups

Wherever you are in the world, when you walk, you’re like a dream come true. You possess a natural charm that transcends race, culture, localised standards or whatever. In every situation and all nations you are beautiful, magnetising and charming. Your sheer existence makes people daydream. I’m sure you’ve heard this a lot, ‘You smell really nice.’ ‘Y/N always smells nice.’ ‘When you’re around it always smells nice.’

You’re so fucking unreal for this mortal world. Due to your Neptunian aenergy—could also be strong/significant 12th House placements—people project on you without a care for your feelings. Or should we say, they project on you without a care for their own safety? When somebody crosses the line, you snap like a sea dragon and they’re done, forever LMAO

As much as people are intrigued by you they are afraid of you. There is this depth to you that makes people suspect that once they’re in they’re never gonna be able to crawl out of your aenergy field. You’re kinda like Tomie now that I think about it. So the ones who are able to sense this swirling darkness in you will try to steer away from your charm~ Good for them because most of the time, you don’t even like it when people are up in your ass non-stop XD

fatal attraction! – 5 of Pentacles Rx

Of all the Piles, your natural charm is definitely chaotic. It’s almost demonic! Yours is a fatal attraction for sure because you will cause insanity in the minds of whoever tries to get a taste of your aenergy. And you’re out here chillin’, completely clueless as to what’s going on with the idiots around you. Why’s everybody simping? I ain’t even do nothing.

For whatever personal reasons, most people have this fantasy about you saving them from whatever boring Life they’re living. Some really sick minds could expect—even demand—you to be their stupid little Pixie Dream Girl when in reality you’re the FURTHEST thing from that. People could get SO dangerously unreasonable when it comes to desiring you.

I’ve got to say that you’d better protect yourself good, girl. Do everything in your power to steer away from bitter and jealous aenergy, because the people under your involuntary spell might indeed endeavour to cause you harm. Beware of men who could assault you and women who would trick and tarnish your reputation. I’m reminded of this quote by Claude Debussy:

‘People don’t very much like things that are beautiful… they are so far from their nasty little minds.’

For being such an unrealistically beautiful creature with an aura of mysticism, lots of people are attracted to your magnificence because they want to make it their own or destroy it, not because they appreciate your existence. Be selective with who you allow to get to know you~ <3

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻💚

vanity – Green Astrologer (Robert Fludd)

sassy – Priestess of Love

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[dgknightblue]

Jazz just wanted to try a “girls night” but she’s spent the last few hours trying to corral the ghost gals away from humans they think would be a great match for her brother.

Her brother, who is the last person to know he’s Pansexual because he’s denser than a brick. He wouldn’t freak out per se at liking guys he just hasn’t noticed.

She wanted to have one night where she didn’t have to worry about her brother, one! But the girls have gone awol to play match maker because they think it’s a good idea to just shove a cute boy his way.

(She doesn’t know it’s on her moms order to pick a ‘blind date’ for Danny)

The only reason she knew was Dorathea blabbing and cracking under pressure. So time to lasso everyone that showed up to girl’s night.

“If Spectra finds a partner my brother is happy with, I will never forgive you, Pandora. You shouldn’t have invited her Ember.”

“I didn’t! She was spying on us and said she was going to win!”

Pandora had gone to the mortal realm and straight up nabbed a bunch of boys around Danny’s age that seems like his type. Dangerous and/ or cute.

She picked a world with a bunch of heroes for them to pilfer through.

———-

Jazz shows up in the middle of a stand-off ridding Dorathea’s dragon form with the others tied up.

“PANDORA, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but it needs to stop now!”

Pandora stiffly greets her.

“My lady. What are you doing here? I thought you went to the library….”

“That was before Dorathea told me you guys were going to play match maker! My brother doesn’t need to be pushed before he’s ready!”

“But he will not know unless we are straightforward- he is as you say…. Denser than a brick to romance?”

Jazz sighs and stomps her foot, there’s a crack in the ground with a small indent.

“Pandora, just take the others and go back to the castle. We are going to have a talk and then continue the rest of girls night.”

Pandora nods as she herds the others through a portal.

Jazz notices Kitty slipped a way to talk to a boy- still giving her sales pitch -and she yanks her a way.

“I am so sorry! If I knew girls night meant this chaotic mess, I would have made us stay home to do so with the least amount of destruction.”

Dorathea had stopped paying attention and Jazz noticed. She looked from her, to one of the heroes that came to save the kidnapped boys, back to her and said absolutely not.

She pulled her a way as she told it was not happening, she didn’t even know how old he was or if he was taken- she’s practically immortal for crying out loud! He was around her living age (kind of older) (was she ever alive? I don’t remember) but he wasn’t dead for as long as she was.

“The ages balance out!”

“That’s not how it works and you know it!”

“But he’s cuuuttteeee…..”

Jazz dragged her a way as she mentioned her promise not to get married before her brother- the one stuck in a dungeon for being evil- she pouted. She never liked that promise anyway.

———

There was another way this could go but I’ll tell you later.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🔮 HECATE: Goddess of Magic, the Mist, Crossroads, Necromancy, the night and moon🌙

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

Out of the ‘minor’ gods, a child of Hecate is powerful and just as dangerous as a child of the major gods. As powerful as a child of Ares, Athena, and Apollo, but closer to a child of the Big Three. 

When you get claimed, a rolling mist rolls in and you feel power sparkling at your fingertips. You always have felt the magical power within you but with this claim, it courses through your veins. The spell you cast at your claim is a tell-tale to your half-siblings what kind of magic wielder you are. One time, there was a child of Hecate who summoned the dead beneath their feet and everyone had a meltdown thinking it was another child of Hades until Chiron pointed out the claim symbol belonged to Hecate, and Necromancy is within her domain. Which can be utterly terrifying or cool. Just don’t actually mess with Death itself and stay in your lane, unless you want either Hades or Thanatos having a word with you; either or both. Nico di Angelo becomes a common sight around the Hecate cabin as he acts as a sort of liaison for his father’s domain. 

Hecate’s domain is very broad and large, and you guys have a lot to figure out. Aside from magic, every child of Hecate has a mixed bag of what powers they inherited from Hecate’s domain. Some have others that others don’t. You have shared headaches with the children of Hermes, who are in a similar boat.

As cheesy as it might sound, your power is stronger at night and when the moon is out. Of course a full moon is when you’re at peak strength, but what people don’t know is that your powers can be at peak strength depending on the phases of the moon. This is determined by finding out what phase of the moon the day you were born on, and the phases leading up to that face you feel stronger but the phases afterwards feel less intense for you. If you were born on a full (and/or old) moon, well, more power to you. Literally. 

While not all common, there’s a high percentage of children of Hecate being born in the evenings and night. 

“With great power there must also come great responsibility” - Spiderman, Stan Lee. These words are similar to the Sword of Damocles, that Mr. D and Chiron tells you and the Hecate cabin that power cannot simply be enjoyed for its privileges alone, but necessarily makes its holders morally responsible for what they choose to do and what they fail to do with it. As a child of Hecate, with magic at your disposal, you have to work and study hard to control the magic and command it to your will, however it is a heavy burden to bear and magic can be not only bring miracles, but can take on a form of its own if their wielder isn’t convicted enough. 

Along with magic, the mist is your next inherent power. You help maintain the mist between the world of the gods and the mortal realm; maintaining the balance. The power of the mist comes naturally to you and you can use it to create illusions or manipulate the veil over mortal eyes. However, be careful of it because if you mess with the mist too much, you might pull the mist’s veil over a mortal’s eyes too powerfully and affect their mind, distorting it; it’s cautioned to only manipulate the mist that is still tethered to reality. Worse, you also might get lost in it yourself; or worse find yourself between the borders between the living and the dead. Limbo if you will.

Hecate may seem a bit cold and solitary, but she does care for you. Especially after the 2nd Titan War, where many of your unclaimed (read: unrecognized by the camp) half siblings had perished during the war. You might get the occasional words of advice with magic, magical items, or what your siblings have collectively understood as vague magic teaching moments. You definitely feel her guiding hand when you command more magic that threatens to lash out at you, and you feel her hands guide you to mould the magic in a way you want like a potter’s hand.  At least one thing is for sure, Hecate loves all her children equally…even including Lamia and Circe who are pretty hostile to you guys. 

On that note, you have definitely performed a magic spell you’ve seen on TV, Book, Movie, or Game, and proceeded to tear it apart on how it should not have worked and how it should work before creating either an entirely new spell or an even better one. At the very least, you have a laugh and lead you into discovering and creating new spells. 

You can use magic with your hands, but you could also use a wand or staff, or what have you. With wands though, it has never been easier walking around among mortals and spell-casting magic, and playing it off from certain franchises or being a very dedicated DnD player. The latter is very true and you have no shortage of LARPers.

You know the roles like “The Fairy Godmother”, “The Wicked Witch”, “The Wizard”, and etc? Oh yeah. Every child of Hecate starts to come into one of these roles and leans into it completely. What is yours? 

You and your siblings have an awkward relationship with Lamia, who was a former daughter of Hecate, who became a monster, and is the reason why all monsters can find half-bloods. Sure it was out of spite at Hera for killing all of Lamia’s children, but like….really?  You’re not entirely sure if you guys are safe from Lamia’s curse but on the other hand, given the amount of monsters you’ve encountered and the latest news from one of your half-siblings, Alabaster who was hunted down by Lamia from Gaea, it’s really up in the air. There’s a long research by all the Hecate cabin on how to break this curse or at least mitigate it.

When you get claimed, you feel the veins in your body growing both hot and cold, with power sparking wildly from your fingertips. The small well of bubbling power that had always been in you suddenly burst open and was overflowing, like the seal on it had been ripped off. Wind was kicking around you with the ground trembling and cracking under your power. You could see the mist rolling in and twisting around you with the wind, cutting you off from the outside world. 

With what you could see outside it was utter chaos. People were running around doing damage control with a few brave, offensive demigods taking the front as they knocked away any flying debris and were keeping your magic from breaching the red zone as they batten down the hatches. 

You weren’t sure what to do with this power but you couldn’t just turn the tap off either, you had to release it somehow. But just shooting raw magical power wasn’t desirable since the magic could take on the form of the cognitive power of those around you, whatever that was. 

You tried to remember a spell you were familiar with. Something that was familiar to you that was almost as easy as breathing. You remembered it but the power of the magic within you was too much. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, the extension part of you had to move how you want like you were discovering growth pains, your limbs feeling almost feeling foreign to you. You tried to squeeze the magic into form but it pushed back between the gaps of your fingers like you took too much clay. 

You started to breathe heavily as sweat clung and soaked your being, the strain becoming unbearable. Then you heard yelling as you felt something open beside you. Then you felt someone press up against you, hands grabbing yours that was also flowing with magic. 

You gasped and looked at the person, seeing a girl with dark hair and with glowing green eyes. 

“What-” you tried to say to say how and why she was here and that she shouldn’t be, but then before you could see anything more, she gripped your hands harder and you felt her magic flowing into yours, as if smoothing the gaps, helping you grasp your raging power. 

“Do you know a spell?!” she yelled over the raging, howling wind. 

You stammered to reply but nodded instead as she nodded back. “Alright! Use that spell! I’ll help you enforce it!” 

You were confused but you could feel the magic about to explode soon so you pushed everything aside and focused on what was at hand. You remembered that spell from earlier, taking deep shaky breaths as you tried to manipulate the magic into a form. You could feel it oozing from the gaps of your fingers again but with the girl’s help, she smoothed it and followed your hands, shaping it with you. 

You took form and you threw it in the air as the energy took on a form, taking the wind and mist with it. All tension in your body left you and disappeared with the spell , making you collapse immediately. You were out of breath and out of focus so you weren’t really paying attention to what was happening. All you heard was a boom, sprinkles, oohs and ahhs with gasps and peals of laughter. 

From your starfished position on the ground, you heard feet crunching on the ground beside you and you peaked to see see the girl from earlier, hands on her hips with an exasperated smile on her face with a thin sheen of sweat; even she looked a bit winded. 

“So that’s what kind of magic wielder you are” she commented, crouching beside you. 

“What?” you tiredly said, confused. 

She gestured to the air, “This kind of situation isn’t unusual for children of Hecate, even if yours is a little bit on the extreme side. Every child of Hecate that gets claimed has a spell that they have to unleash and we figured out the first spell they instinctively use is a good indicator what kind of magic wielder and person they are.”

“Oh” you uttered dumbly as you took in the open sky above you. The adrenaline was just dying down and your mind caught up. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you sat up and looked at the girl. “Wait, how do you know this?”

The girl grinned and stood up, holding her hand out to you as you clasped it. “My name is Lou Ellen Blackstone, daughter, head coven, and cabin leader of the Hecate cabin” she introduced herself as she helped you up. 

“Oh…wait, does that mean-” you asked as Lou Ellen nodded.

“Yup, you just got claimed by Hecate which makes us half-siblings” she said as she patted your shoulder and helped you steady yourself as you headed towards the Apollo kids, “Let’s get you checked up just in case. Suddenly being able to have that much access to your magic takes a whole lot of you.”

“So this isn’t new?” you asked as a child of Apollo checked you over. 

“Nah. While some children of Hecate can access their magic before they get claimed, when Hecate claims you, it suddenly feels like the cap on our magic is removed. Don’t worry too much about it, with some practice and integrity, you’ll get a hold of your magic soon enough. In the meantime, you have the entire Hecate cabin to help you.”

You smiled at the thought as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep due to the exhaustion. 

[clockwayswrites]

This is why Moku and I are dangerous to each other:

clockways — Today at 2:01 AM

OKAY Danny/Tim where Danny is either ghost king or working for Clockwork or playing Reaper or something showing up to talk to Tim like "MY DUDE, you have got to stop killing so many people, even if it's in the name of good, esp when they're surrounded by rancid ectoplasm"

And this is now the Bats learn about Tim's LOA kill count

Mokulule — Today at 2:12 AM

Heheheh oh yesss

Does Danny show up in the middle of like a supposedly secure location in the middle of a mission?

Like “dude please, I do not need the assassin influx, you have any idea of the trouble you caused killing so many at once?”

Mokulule — Today at 2:19 AM

I’m kinda imagining these new ghosts still following Ra’s Al Ghul fanatically unless Danny can somehow get them rehabilitated and imagine if they found their way to the living world?! Do you want that madman to have a ghost army?

clockways — Today at 2:19 AM

I think a mission or right in the middle of the cave, yeah

and totally, like the pit waters have a Not Good effect on the ghosts so they're even more off than normal I think

Mokulule — Today at 2:22 AM

Okay but I am liking the implication here that Tim has been having this ongoing crusade against Ra’s in the background of everything where he keeps blowing up LOA bases and somehow managing to keep it secret

Here B thought Ra’s was his nemesis, turns out attention had shifted to Tim years ago

clockways — Today at 2:25 AM

Yes, Tim is 100% the Detective now and Ra's keeps being a creepy obsessed mo-fo and Tim just keeps finding ways to blow shit up. if it started at 17 could say Tim is 20, 21 now so they've been at it three years or so

Mokulule — Today at 2:26 AM

And like Danny has had enough, there’s so many of them they have their own realm in the realms and are stirring up trouble trying to find ways back into the living world

clockways — Today at 2:27 AM

Yeeeees They're basically segregated into a specific area of the realms and are still causing shit

Mokulule — Today at 2:28 AM

Maybe they even have their own pseudo pit from gathering rancid ectoplasm and it’s messing up the ecosystem and they’re hurting the blobs that would otherwise be cleaning that shit up

And the pseudo pit is definitely not helping their mental stability

Just trash assassin baby ghosts

clockways — Today at 2:29 AM

LOL Blob ghost sucker fish! yes xD

Mokulule — Today at 2:29 AM

They need rehabilitation and a bath and like it’s really not helping that Tim keeps sending more

clockways — Today at 2:30 AM

Every time Danny starts to get a handle on it BAM more assassins and more bad juice

And then Danny has to ramp up the blob ghost breeding again

Mokulule — Today at 2:31 AM

Yeah and he can only handle a couple at a time and he also has to make sure they don’t go back once he’s gotten them out and it’s just a mess

clockways — Today at 2:31 AM

OKAY OKAY WAIT. Danny makes an appointment with Tim as Wayne CEO

Shows up in his human guise with Tim as just Tim which sets up all sorts of alarms

Mokulule — Today at 2:32 AM

Ahahahaha yesss this is like a corporate problem 😂

clockways — Today at 2:32 AM

How is this normal seeming dude associated with the LOA?? What does he know about Tim??? Who is he???

Dany is just :) Look at me, using the proper channels!

Mokulule — Today at 2:32 AM

Danny is trying to go about this the right way official like

🤝

clockways — Today at 2:32 AM

🤝

Mokulule — Today at 2:33 AM

😂 everyone is very suspicious of Danny Fenton

clockways — Today at 2:34 AM

It doesn't help that he has officially been missing in the living realm since he graduated high sch9ool

(someone ((lancer)) finally noticed and reported him)

Mokulule — Today at 2:34 AM

Oh yeah even more suspicious for potential LOA connection

The fact that it was an old teacher and not his parents reporting him missing despite having graduated high school is also concerning

clockways — Today at 2:37 AM

mmmmy hum just all these red flags and it's very frustrating for the whole batfam.

Mokulule — Today at 2:38 AM

And like the guy looks like Danny Fenton, but is he really? He’s somehow very careful about not leaving prints and DNA where he goes, they’ve not been able to get any surefire confirmation this is indeed Danny Fenton

clockways — Today at 2:38 AM

AND THEN there is a gala that Ra's also shows up to... as does Danny. Just... to keep an eye on things. (He's worried about ghost assassins.)

But Tim sees Danny out of the corner of his eye and !!!

(Danny just went intangible through the wall, he's totally not on the guest list)

Mokulule — Today at 2:40 AM

Oh yes, he’s dressed up well enough, he’s had to learn that as a king and fits in just fine

clockways — Today at 2:42 AM

Tim can't help but recognize that Danny is handsome.

Mokulule — Today at 2:43 AM

Tim thinking he’s got two enemies at the gala now - has Tim told the other bats about Danny or is he hiding that? Cause then Tim might think the others have Ra’s handled so he has to handle Danny- and yeah okay he is very handsome, now that he’s not busy internally freaking out over what he knows (which he was at the first meeting)

clockways — Today at 2:45 AM

Depends how much the Bats know about Ra's interest in Tim. If they're aware at all, he's told them I think since Danny know is a threat to them all. 🤔

But I do still see him handling Danny either way since Danny hasn't met the family- keep things separate until there is no doubt.

Mokulule — Today at 2:46 AM

Okay but Clock, has Danny in his attempt at going through proper channels and requesting a meeting completely forgotten to mention the word ghost since he thought that was implied when he said the dead assassins were a problem for him?

clockways — Today at 2:47 AM

100%

He is still a disaster at explaining things

And look Tim is damn cute, Danny was a little flustered.

Mokulule — Today at 2:48 AM

So when Tim asks him what he’s doing there at the gala and he tells him that he’s keeping an eye out for assassins - Tim maybe takes that as a threat - like Tim thinks they’re playing 5D mental chess here, but Danny is a disaster and is not even playing chess

clockways — Today at 2:49 AM

!! OH Added bonus, Danny's etiquette training is all be like Dorathea and Pandora and etc, so he has a rather unusual speach pattern in King Mode which makes him seem that maybe common english isn't his first language but if he is Danny Fenton that doesn't track....

Mokulule — Today at 2:50 AM

Oh yesss good

clockways — Today at 2:50 AM

They have to end up on the dance floor, of course.

Mokulule — Today at 2:50 AM

Of course

Obligatory

clockways — Today at 2:51 AM

Danny is just all :) I'm putting my training to use! This is going so well!

Tim >:| What is this man playing at...

Mokulule — Today at 2:51 AM

Yes XD

clockways — Today at 2:52 AM

Ra's takes an instant hatred to Danny because he is Taking Tim's Attention!

Mokulule — Today at 2:52 AM

Eventual reveal is going to be hilarious

clockways — Today at 2:52 AM

Which makes Tim think that Ra's and Danny are old enemies

Mokulule — Today at 2:52 AM

Oh yess hahaha Ra’s now trying to have Danny killed

Now Danny is having to deal with both living and dead assassins he is not amused, but if he gets them away from Ra’s in the living world that will help some problems down the line. Just every assassin Ra’s sends disappears and no bodies turn up

clockways — Today at 2:55 AM

It's driving both Tim and Ra's mad

Things maybe come to a head when some of the ghost assassins try to go after Tim and Phantom shows up?

Mokulule — Today at 2:57 AM

XD Does Tim realize this is Danny or does he now think there’s another player?

Are they aware of Phantom as a ghost hero?

clockways — Today at 2:59 AM

HUM so I kinda want to say Tim does put 2 + 2 together- at least at some point. Maybe just because Phantom's new outfit mirrors what his formal clothing had. Not like perfectly but there's a lot of parallels in color and things

Maybe not till he's safe and- if they know of Phantom- they're back somewhere secure

Tim just holding an ice pack to his head jolting up and pointing a finger at Phantom "You're Danny!!!"

Phantom: Uh, yeah??? Of course I am?

-

And then @mokulule got distracted by fic and I went to sleep cause it was 3am. But my can we go from 'random statement' to 60% of a fic outline in no time. (Not it.)

[ravensuperr]

Gotham baby mystery part 10

“It appears we have another guest—someone who has more information on how we arrived at this predicament.”

The double doors creak open slowly, shadows stretching across the grand marble floor as the slow, rhythmic click-clack of heels echoes in the silence. A gust of cool air sweeps through the room, and every member of the council tenses.

Enter: Lady Gotham.

Clad in a 1920s flapper ensemble, her silhouette is all noir elegance—sleek black dress with shimmering beaded tassels, elbow-length gloves, and a feathered headpiece tilted at a devil-may-care angle. She draws attention not just by appearance, but by presence—a stillness in the air, like the moment before a thunderstorm.

A long, elegant cigarette holder dances between her fingers—unlit, but entirely theatrical. Her hair defies physics, floating and curling with a mind of its own, animated like Eris from DreamWorks' Sinbad—alive and chaotic in its flow.

Gasps. Stifled murmurs. Wide eyes.

Because they remember.

They remember the last time she got angry.

They vote to kill Jason Todd.

That doomed him across timelines.

She pauses in the doorway. The room holds its collective breath.

Lady Gotham (coldly): “You didn’t follow my plan.”

Her voice slices through the silence like a knife through silk.

Lady Gotham (stepping forward slowly): “You didn’t follow my plan.”

(Since this is repeated—twice—consider removing one instance unless you’re aiming for a deliberate echo effect.)

Lady Gotham: “Clockwork told me. Once I learned our Chosen Warrior was kin to one of my knights, I constructed a plan. Detailed. Intricate. Designed to protect them both.”

She stops. Her gaze sweeps the room. Even gods squirm under it.

“But that didn’t happen… did it?”

Her tone sharpens—a slow crescendo toward fury.

“You diverted from my design. You tampered with the fates I had balanced. And I know—most of you remember what happened last time YOU tried to mess with MY knights.”

She steps closer to the high dais, her shadows licking up the walls like black fire.

“But apparently… not all of you.”

Lady Gotham (snapping): “Eris.”

A sudden crack in the chamber air. Eyes snap toward the Goddess of Chaos, lounging lazily in her seat, looking like she just got caught sneaking candy before dinner.

“Goddess of Discord. Tell the council… why you undermined my plan.”

Lady Gotham’s voice dips lower now—deadly calm.

“Don’t act coy. That game is over. I want your reasoning. Right now.”

She draws a long breath—not for the smoke, but for the fire.

“Because if I don’t get it... the rage I unleashed over Jason Todd will look like a kitten having a tantrum.”

The room goes colder. Somewhere, a timeline shudders.

The air thickens—tension layered over tension, like a thundercloud about to burst. Lady Gotham’s glare sharpens, but before her fury can erupt—

Eris stands.

Her gown, flowing like stardust and oil, glints in defiant hues of night. Her eyes burn—not with mischief, but grief. There’s weight in her voice now. Something ancient. Something real.

Eris (with clarity): “Yes. I was the one who made sure your original plan never came to pass.”

The chamber goes deathly still.

“And no, Lady Gotham—it wasn’t for the thrill of chaos. I don’t… stoop that low. Not for something like this.”

She pauses, just long enough for her voice to cut deeper.

“Out of everyone in this room, I am one of the few who faced Pariah Dark and lived to speak of it. I’ve lost more than most here can comprehend.”

Her tone softens for a heartbeat.

“Prometheus. My husband. The one who gave his life—whose fall gave rise to the prophecy of the Chosen Warrior. I bled for that prophecy.”

A beat. Her voice hardens again.

“And recently, I discovered something far more dangerous than any deviation from a divine plan: the Grimoire of Pariah Dark—missing. Stolen from the Infinite Realms.”

Gasps ripple through the chamber. Chairs shift. Fear begins to show.

John Constantine (sitting up, cigarette falling from his lips): “Hold on a bloody minute—did you just say spellbook?”

Eyes turn to the trench-coated warlock. He looks somewhere between horrified and impressed.

“You mean the Grimoire? The one no god, demon, angel, ghost, or immortal’s allowed to touch? That thing? The one that’s more cursed than every artifact locked in a Vatican basement combined?”

Eris (deadpan): “Yes, John. That spellbook.”

“The same one written with the suffering of tortured spirits. The same one Pariah Dark forged with war crimes so vile, even the Ancient Council dared not destroy it—only bind it.”

“And now… it’s in the Mortal Realm.”

Lady Gotham’s eyes narrow.

“You’re saying… this is why you sabotaged my plan?”

Eris (nodding): “A group is using it. Tied to Gotham.”

“And when someone tries to tear through your streets, Lady Gotham—your city responds. Not with diplomacy. With feral, coordinated violence. Impressive, really.”

She grins faintly, but there’s no humor in it.

“This group stirred something. And they did it by hiding behind the veil of something small. Something no one questions…”

Lady Gotham (quietly, dangerously): “…The baby swap.”

Eris: “Yes. And it’s not just Gotham.”

“This isn’t a localized incident. It’s continental. Babies—switched across the entirety of the United States. Covered up. Whispered. Brushed off.”

“But when I investigated… I felt it. Chaos, yes—but not mine. Something deeper. Slipping through the cracks of time.”

She turns now to a figure in the shadows.

“Clockwork. You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”

Clockwork (stepping forward, eyes glowing): “I have.”

“There are mutilations in time—small fractures growing larger. The baby swap that started in Gotham City became national news. But it was never just Gotham.”

“Across the continental U.S., hundreds—possibly thousands—of infants were switched. And the timelines around these events… ripple.”

He adjusts the gears of his staff, a low hum vibrating the walls.

“I initially thought Eris had interfered. I found traces of her domain. But now, with her testimony, I realize something far more dangerous is at play.”

Constantine (rubbing his temples): “Right. Let me see if I’ve got this straight…”

He stands up, raising a hand like he’s about to teach a class made of demons and overpowered deities.

“Lady Gotham made a plan. Clockwork helped with the timeline stuff. Eris saw something worse coming and blew the plan up.”

“Why? Because the biggest magical WMD ever written—made from ghost torture and sealed by fate itself—is now in human hands.”

“Some shady group tied to Gotham’s suddenly switching babies across the U.S., and no one—not gods, not spirits, not city entities—felt it happening until now.”

He looks around the chamber, exasperated.

“Anyone else feeling a little underprepared for what’s about to hit us?”

The chamber is silent. The weight of truth has settled in.

Lady Gotham slowly turns back to Eris. Her rage is no longer explosive. Instead, it’s cold. Focused. Sharp.

Lady Gotham (measured): “Then we need to fix this. Together. Before the Grimoire does what it was written to do.”

The room remains thick with tension, every word spoken echoing like thunderclaps in the minds of those present. Constantine, who just summarized what everyone was thinking but was too afraid to say, leans back slightly—a smirk halfway formed on his lips—

Until he hears the voice.

Lady Gotham (cool, commanding): “I think it’s better if we don’t tell my Knight… or his cohorts… everything you’ve heard here today.”

The smirk drops.

Constantine (bracing himself): “…You serious?”

Lady Gotham (cutting in): “Before you object—yes. I know how he is when information’s kept from him.”

“And yes, I know this touches close to home. Very close.”

She steps down from the raised dais, each heel click echoing like a countdown.

“Under normal circumstances, I’d demand full disclosure. He has earned that. Again and again.”

Her voice is laced with pain—personal, raw.

“But this… isn’t normal. The Grimoire has been used. It's in human hands.”

“Not cultists. Not ghosts. Humans. Fragile, unpredictable, greedy little creatures playing god with something that should never have left the tomb of Pariah Dark.”

“And now there’s this—this baby swap mystery. It broke in Gotham. My city.”

She narrows her eyes, her tone hardening like steel drawn from its sheath.

“If this were local? Fine. Let the Bat handle it. But if Eris and Clockwork are correct—if this is continental or bigger…”

“Then someone is playing a game that rewrites the rules.”

She looks Constantine in the eye—direct, unwavering.

“You may not like this, John. I certainly don’t. I hate that I’m even suggesting it.”

“But the Justice League, your trench coat brigade, the founders—even my Knight—can’t know the full truth.”

“Not until the Grimoire is found, sealed, and buried so deep not even Pariah Dark could claw his way to it.”

Constantine (quiet now): “So I’m just supposed to lie? Sit on this like it’s just another Tuesday in bloody Gotham?”

Lady Gotham (firm): “No. You’re supposed to protect the advantage we still have.”

“One wrong whisper—one overreaction—and the entire Multiverse could fall apart faster than we can rebuild it.”

She pauses, then adds almost softly:

“Do you understand, John?”

Constantine lowers his eyes, kicking at the marble floor with his boot like a child being told no for once in his chaotic life. He mutters:

Constantine: “Alright. Fine. The fact that you, of all people, are telling me to keep secrets from the Bat? …Bloody hell.”

He sighs hard, then adds with a raised brow:

“But you do have a backup plan, right?” “You know… for when he finds out that his kid is the bloody messiah of the Infinite Realms?”

Clockwork: “Yes. Danny will have a guardian. The person I have chosen is Serenity—the never-born ghost of Hope.”

[mollymawkwrites]

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Madonna

This is my first completed prompt for the @steddiebingo and a bit of a warm up! Please be warned I know nothing about 80's US music so I just looked at top 100 songs of that time. Hope you enjoy reading!!

Steve used to be friends with a lot of boys his age. At least, he thought he did, before he learned what friends truly were. Not people you were in constant competition with, that you wanted to one-up or belittle. Friendship has a whole new meaning now, and even though it took several near world ending events for him to see it, he wouldn’t go back to how things were even if it made his parents come back.

He’s got Robin now, and the kids, and a new, much better relationship with Nancy than they ever had when they were together. And it’s untraditional and unexpected but he’s happy, he really is, now that the interdimensional horrors are (hopefully) never going to bother them again. When he was still in high school and proudly answered to the keg king title, he definitely didn’t think that, by now, his closest friends would mostly be girls he wasn’t even trying to sleep with, underage shitheads, and the town freak.

Said town freak being his only male friend of legal age.

Friendship with Eddie is in a whole other realm than with the basketball team guys, or even with Tommy. Eddie is loud but not posturing like teenage jocks do, not trying to assert dominance with ridiculous displays of strength or random acts of cruelty. He’s loud because there is too much of him to keep inside, and it does sometimes grate on Steve’s nerves, but he never wants Eddie to change for him or anybody else. Many people have tried to change Eddie, push him into a neater box, make him conform, but he is still unashamedly himself. Steve is jealous of that. He’s tried so hard to be who people expected him to be; his parents, his high school friends, his girlfriends, that now he had a hard time finding who he actually is behind the façade. Does he truly love basketball, or did he only play because it made him popular and loved? Did he enjoy the other jocks’ company, or did it simply help him rise to a status his parents could be proud of? Had he truly ever only liked girls, or was it that any other option was impossible to consider?

He is answering these questions one at a time, with his new friends by his sides, and the answers aren’t always easy but he’d rather be a bit uncomfortable trying to find himself than sit in familiar lies for the rest of his life.

All of that to say, it may have been a while since Steve has been friends with guys his age, and Eddie might be completely different from the boys he’s used to, but some things stay the same. Unspoken rules followed by all teenage boys who want to have a good relationship with their peers. The first rule is: don’t make fun of someone for popping a boner when you’re watching a movie with a hot actress. Just ignore it and pretend you’re not just as bothered. The second rule is: don’t ever, ever look under someone’s mattress, unless they’ve allowed you to.

But those are hard to apply when lately all he wants to do is look at Eddie, talk to Eddie, know everything there is to know about Eddie. He’d open him up and look at what’s inside if he could. Find what’s making Eddie so special, so different that Steve’s eyes can’t help but be drawn to him in any room, in any situation.

That’s why, one night they’re hanging out in Eddie’s bedroom, high from his personal stash and summer heat, Steve doesn’t think twice about kneeling next to Eddie’s bed and lowering his head to the ground to glimpse underneath. It’s a mess, just like the rest of the room, but after rummaging for a minute, Eddie blessedly too busy rambling about some asshole client at the shop to notice what Steve’s doing, Steve gives a little triumphant noise before dragging a shoebox out of the pile.

“Steve, what-“

“Haha!” Steve raises the box over his head triumphantly, delighting in the wide eyed, panicked gaze Eddie gives him as he realizes what exactly Steve is holding.

“Oh no no no-“ He throws himself from his desk chair, but Steve is too quick, jumping on the bed to avoid him.

“So, let’s see if Eddie Munson’s as freaky as they say!” He rips the lid of the box open, toppling the contents over the rumpled covers.

Instead of dirty magazines and photographs though, what stumbles out is a handful of colorful tapes.

And not the kind of tapes he’s had to stash in a bin so Keith wouldn’t steal them for his personal porn collection when they’ve gotten donation boxes at Family Video, either. It’s regular audio tapes, the kind that litters the floor of Eddie’s van, except: these ones don’t read Metallica or Dio or Megadeth. Instead they’re covered in Eddie’s scratchy writing and little doodles. Mixtapes. Eddie gave him one as a birthday gift earlier in the summer, titled “Actually Good Music 101”, meant to “educate him to the superior taste”, filled with loud bass and complicated guitar riffs. Steve knows he’s made some for Max, too, but he’s refused to tell Steve what was on it. “Just some stuff to expand her horizons”, was all Eddie had told him about it.

Those ones don’t seem to be for anyone, though. There are no titles, only tracks listed, too small for Steve to read even when he squints down at them, so he lowers himself, careful not to kneel on any of the plastic cases, and picks up one of them.

It’s ripped out from his hand immediately, and he startles a bit, suprised to see Eddie holding it up with a crazed look on his face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Harrington?” He says with a cool voice, but his eyes are wide and there is a blush high on his cheeks.

Steve smiles, relaxing a bit. Eddie’s not actually angry with him, though he’s trying to pretend; he’s embarrassed.

“What are those, Eddie? You hiding secrets from me?” He picks up another tape, rolling away when Eddie’s arm shoots out and tries to grab that one too.

“Isweartogod-“ Eddie lunges after him, the bed creaking in protest, and Steve sticks the tape in his mouth to free both his hands as they wrestle, kicking the other tapes to the floor with their gesticulations. It doesn’t take long to overpower Eddie: he’s scrappy and fights dirty, but he’s still recovering from being in the hospital for a month, and tires quickly. Steve is careful with him, holding back just like he does when he tussles with Dustin or Lucas. When he feels Eddie’s breath hitch, his strength starting to leave him, he puts an end to the fight, trapping both of Eddie’s arms against his sides with his own knees, sitting on his stomach to avoid the heavy scarring on his chest.

Eddie’s face is red, frizzy curls sticking to his cheeks and forehead with sweat, and Steve pointedly does not allow himself the luxury of daydreaming about this in a different context. Instead, he rips the tape from his mouth, swiping the drool on his own shirt before bringing it to eye level.

To his surprise, he recognizes every song. He’s heard them many times, in his own car, at work, at the arcade. Top 40 songs. Wham!. ABBA. Steve has to reread it twice to register what he’s seeing, and then he puts the tape down on Eddie’s chest, reaching for another one that landed next to his knee. It’s just more of the same: Cyndi Lauper, Blondie, Wham! again, and…

“You said Bon Jovi was a sellout,” is all Steve says, still reeling from the discovery.

Underneath him, Eddie’s face is redder than ever, and Steve knows that if he could, he’d hide himself behind his hair. “He is. Can’t deny he writes some catchy tunes, too.”

“You did deny it. Several times. Very loudly.”

“Well, I have a reputation to huphold. If I let the sheepies see my standards aren’t as high as they think, they’ll never let me live it down, and I can’t have that.” Eddie squirms underneath him, discomfort written across his face, and Steve pushes up on one knee to swing the other over, freeing him.

“So, what, you listen to-“ he interrupts himself, lifting another mixtape to squint at the tracklist “- Tears for Fears -really, dude? You gave me so much shit about them - in secret like a looser?”

Eddie shrugs, pushing himself against the headboard with a resigned expression on his face.

Steve lets him pout in silence, fishing around for the rest of the tapes, giving each of them a look — Blondie, Michael Jackson — before dropping them back in the shoebox. A couple of them are different though, instead of a mix of artists, only the song titles written on the back. Steve, of course, recognizes them all.

“Dude, why d’you have so much Madonna?”

Eddie’s face, which had gone back to a normal color, flushes bright red again, his eyes shifting to avoid looking at him. “I don’t know, she’s… cool, I guess?”

Steve gives him an unimpressed glare. “You, Eddie Munson, think that Madonna is cool? Even I am not stupid enough to believe that.”

Throwing his hands in the air with a wince at the tug on his scars, Eddie admits: “I don’t know, you said she was super hot when we watched that movie the other day. The shitty Shanghai one. And I didn’t see why you’d said that, so I looked at her music videos. And I… kinda started liking some of her songs.”

Holding back a laugh, Steve comes back to a detail that piqued his interest. “And? Do you see why she’s super hot now?”

“Steve.” Eddie deadpans, his trepidation only betrayed by the flush still adorning his ears and neck. “I’m gayer than Elton John in the I’m Still Standing music video.”

That brings Steve up short, his mouth clicking shut as his heart suddenly beats in overdrive. Those are the words (or at least similar ones) he’s been hoping to hear for a while now, even though he’s had no idea how to bring up the subject without having to unveil a part of himself he’s not quite ready to yet. He’s had time to think of an appropriate answer. His brain doesn’t muster up any of them though, his face twisting in a confused grimace and his mouth sputtering: “Elton John’s gay?”

Eddie stares at him with a dumbstruck expression, before the fear Steve hadn’t realized was tensing his shoulders sloughs away with a full bellied laugh, head thrown back as he cackles. “Jesus, Steve, you’re the straightest man ever. How is it possible to be so oblivious?”

Well, I’m not the only oblivious one in the room, Steve doesn’t say, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

They stay silent for a couple of minutes as Steve finishes gathering the tapes. The tension from earlier is gone, replaced with a quiet comfort pretty uncharacteristic to Eddie. As Steve stuffs the box back under the bed, Eddie nudges his thigh with his foot, almost toppling him to the floor. “Why were you looking under my bed in the first place, by the way?”

It’s Steve’s turn to flush slightly, though he’s pretty confident his summer tan hides it better than Eddie’s pale skin. He shrugs, affecting a nonchalant tone: “I was trying to see what kinda porn the town freak hides under his mattress.”

Eddie arches an eyebrow. “You’re a weirdo, Harrington. Can’t you leave a man his privacy?”

“Well, you know all the girls I find hot. It’s only fair I know what kinda guy does it for you.” And if I would ever fit into that category, he doesn’t add.

Eddie crosses his arms behind his head, long body stretched on the covers, and smiles his big, I’m-weird-and-you-should-be-afraid, grin. “Wouldn’t you like to now, big boy?”

That throws him for a loop, just like it did in the RV, just like it does every time Eddie calls him that, and Steve almost misses the rest of Eddie’s sentence: “Anyway, I don’t hide my skin mags under my bed. That’s a rookie mistake. Everyone would look there first, case in point.”

“… does that mean you have porn hidden somewhere else in this room?”

“Y-“ Realization hits Eddie and his eyes widen in alarm, just as Steve throws himself from the bed, aiming for the messy drawer and its contents.

[t3am-r0adk1ll]

BEN with each MBTI s/o, because why not? I’m huge fan of MBTI stuffs now lol.

took me much longer than it shoudl've bc it was a lot to read and interpret heh but here it is! Hope you enjoy~!

ISTJ

you are... pretty much opposites.

that's ok! opposites atract, right?

well, BEN might get bored by your seriousness and liking for routine

but I see him trying to get you to loosen up

distracting you, hiding your work materials, yk Ben type stuff

he probably will cross the line between good-nature annoyance and downright be a nuissance, trying to get your attention

so good luck

ISFJ

since you're less stuck up, he won't have to fight for your attention as much

i promise you will not be bored with him around

will NOT let you do anything but play with him or just hang out

you're a listener and he's a yapper, so it works

if you're really sweet it might just fluster him a little bit... yk...

he's the good kind of chaotic; a fun mess, not a stressful one, so there's no peace persay when you're around him

you both still have fun!

INFJ

again, you're a listener and he's a yapper

if you have good charisma, you can get him to open up and be a little more honest with you

and yeah by open up i mean tell you his story if you happen not to know it

so you two would naturally become close in a personal way

if you try to comfort him, though, he will probably get annoyed and tell you not to

yk let him have a reason to stay in the mortal realm as a ghost sighh 🙄 /j

anyway, in conclusion, you'll be his safe space. enjoy that!

INTJ

if i favor you a lil bit its bc im intj hehe /j

so uhm this is not too diferent from ISFJ bc you're both kind and listeners

slight difference is you're chaotic too, just quiet

so when you do get comfortable with him, you two are a disaster

god help those around you bc you two will be loud and WEIRDDD

weird in the sense of he's openly weird and then you're weirder you just hide it well

that sounds fun for you two tho!

ISTP

you accomodate to others so this won't involve much push and pull between you two

he wants to pay? you'll finish your work later. he's bored while you're gone? you'll play an online multiplayer during your lunch break

he'd be calm with you, surprisingly, because you just... roll with whatever comes your way

he def doesn't dislike you for it tho, probably is flustered you actually try to pay attention to him no matter how busy you are

this one is short but genuinely its because i think you two would have the most peaceful dynamic 😭

INFP

so uhm... you stick to your values, and let's say you're dead set on being completely against drugs

this man's a stoner, to your unluck

he would PURPOSEFULLY stink your whole house just to see you kindly try to convince him not to

bc you understand he's already dead so uh who cares about ho bad drugs are for him

but he still knows it pisses you off that your whole house reeks of weed

and he'd just mess with EVERYTHING in your house, not doing real damage, its just to piss you off

if he crosses a limit he does apologize tho (between chuckles), he was just playing

INTP

You’re very focused and tend to solve problems so if this man vents to you about his past you’ll start kind of therapy-ing him (does that make sense?)

and he doesn’t like it

like he’s like “wow I didn’t expect you to actually try to be helpful how do I respond to this” so he doesn’t

might tell you you’re weird and to stfu

but just cause he doesn’t know what else to do

on another note, if you’re analytical while playing videogames with him…

god will he hate you

cause you’ll eventually win, obviously

he’ll be so mad ong you’ll just rather let him win

let him win or he’ll actually throw a kind of tantrum and will annoy you to death

(could literally do that but actually won’t)

ESTP

oh you’re easy to be around for him, you’re very alike

not the very same but alike, you two mix well

you don’t think stuff through more than enough so uh maybe don’t pay attention to his chaotic ideas?

unless you don’t mind a bit of fun chaos

cause who knows peace when you’re around this guy

he also likes to mansplain videogames to you but just to annoy you

be bored/pissed off enough and he’ll stop

also he might give you a bunch of gifts since he sees you like material things a lot

might spoil you with some bitcoin now and then (more common if you’re his partner)

ENTP

you have the same personality as him

I’m scared

no but actually you two are attached to the hip

might be absolute hell to anyone around you because two sarcastic and chaotic fucks joining forces together? yeahh no thank you

for you two it’s a lot of fun tho

I don’t see him being completely infatuated with you, he’s not very narcissistic (that’s more of a Jeff thing)

but he would love how you understand him so well

you two playing videogames for days straight would be the best fun he’d have in decades

just remember to drink water and eat, please, the fact that he doesn’t need to doesn’t mean you don’t either

ENFP

he might manipulate you a lot due to your sweet nature im sorry

we all know he’s a manipulator and he would definitely have some fun with you

oh you need to go out? how will he feel if he’s left alone for a couple hours? don’t leave him he didn’t do anything wrong :(

that kind of bullshit that will make you fucking cry and hate yourself if you don’t do what he wants

bc it’s sooo easy to get you to believe him

he puts on a pout and a few bloody tears and you’re all his

being so good-natured has its downsides :(

ESTJ

oh lord he does not like you

if he stays around it’s because of how stubborn you both are

you’re like so set on pretending he’s not there and focusing on your own stuff and he’s so set on distracting you and making your life miserable

good luck to both of you

it’s like… a constant battle between you

mostly silent because you refuse to acknowledge him

in short, silent chaos

no peace but no noise either it’s just so frustratingly quiet and tense between you two

ESFJ

he likes to be around because you’re just… so nice and bring him peace

he might get a little flustered and ghost you for a few hours or a day but he comes right back because he misses your calmness

honestly doesn’t mind if you can’t play with him sometimes because you ALWAYS end up making time for him after

he just can’t get mad at you

he might pretend he is but he never is

this one’s really short sorry 😓

ENFJ

he’s not very amused by your leadership and eagerness to do stuff

he’s chaotic not energetic

so your motivation to improve and actually be productive just gets him bored

encourage him to do something else than play videogames or to shower and he’ll just disappear on you if you insist too much

you’ll eventually give up (he hopes)

if you don’t he’ll stay around if he likes you but he’ll be absolutely unresponsive to your positivity

ENTJ

similar to ENFJ, he doesn’t enjoy your productivity

nor your intention to force it on him

that’s just not who he is

will bother you though, just to get the message across that he does what he wants

will not take you seriously and that will be frustrating

if you don’t like videogames then get ready to have your computer full of virus and slowed down because of so many heavy games he installed

also your work documents are all messed up now

have fun going back to your schedule after having to fix his disasters

he had fun tho

[earth------angel]

people are trying to find a way to heaven through science bc they don’t know how to transmute. These people are not true alchemists. A scientist is the opposite of an alchemist. they’re also trying to mess with genetic coding and destiny swap…clone. it’s not possible but they’ll still try. The Bible shows you how to transmute and get to heaven but these people don’t want to do it so they’re trying to use blood rituals and sacrifice others like a death cult to get into heaven. That’s why they’re out here “exploring outer space.” Moon landing was fake. It’s all fake. The entire first book of Genesis is about DECEPTION. This world was turned into a world of complete deception. Nothing is as it appears unless you are a seeker or TRUTH AND LIGHT. Most of what you see is a lie. It’s generated that way. When I was little I used to think the dreams I was having were about stars falling from the sky (which is a biblical prophecy) but now I know they’re satellites falling and when the poles shift it affects the exosphere which is where they are located and if the magnetic field collapses this is what will occur. There are so many planes falling from the sky and this is just the beginning. When they mess with weather and radiation all these things will occur. We are in the end times but we have been for a very long time. End times is not a short time period. The firmament is the dome that separates the earthly and heavenly realm. No one can pierce this veil without death. Death is literal transmutation. I don’t believe we’ve ever been into actual outer space. Sorry. But of course they just need your crowd funding to try and fail. It’s not even political it’s NWO. Find God. Believe in God. Follow his teachings. That’s the only advice I can give you. I’d suggest reading every holy text you can get your hands on especially the Bible and the Quran. Absorb as much wisdom as you can and pray. If you can’t believe, pray for God to reveal these things. Pray for the belief and the way will open up around you

[gilverrwrites]

Somehow I feel like Roman would totally baby trap Wayne Reader. Maybe she was thinking about leaving him cause her brothers found out and are “messing with her head”. So he would get her pregnant and play it like a total accident. Don’t worry sweetheart he is gonna take care of you, just let him make every decision for you after all it’s for your own good you can’t hurt the baby. Move in with him, let him put a ring on your finger. I can just see him taking already heavily pregnant reader to some kind of event and Bruce is there seeing Roman with his little girl, his daughter. And Roman is just smirking, with a hand on reader’s waist and her belly

CWs: Babytrapping, manipulation

Slipping off the condom or hiding your birth control is definitely in the realm of possibility for Roman, but I really think his first port of call is manipulation. To coerce you into wanting to start a family with him. It's your idea, he's just giving his best doll what they want. He'd do anything to see you happy (and reliant).

“Your family just don't understand you the way I do.”

“One day when we have a child of our own, we’ll be a real family. We’ll treat each other right.”

“They’ll never see you as an adult, you’ll always be the baby of the family. Well, unless…”

“When? Well whenever you're ready baby. You and our baby, you’ll never have to want for anything. I'll take care of you. Anything you need.”

“Of course I mean anything doll. A baby? You want a baby now?”

“Are you sure you want this? It's a big responsibility. I know you can handle it, you and me, we’ll be a great team but what will your father think?”

Lies, its all lies.

Why? So when anyone of them, but especially Bruce catches a glimpse of your plump, round baby belly being paraded around a gala like a show pony and snaps!

When he makes a scene, storming through the crowds, yelling until he's blue in the face.

When he gets in Roman's face about defiling and impregnating his child.

Roman can say you begged him for it.

[peaches2217]

I literally waited your entire hiatus to put this in your inbox and then I forgot??? I’m so tired man

Anyway!!!

Was rereading Guided Brooding while listening to a song from my new fav band (Dance Class by Good Kid), and could NOT shake the image of what might have been Peach’s thought process on that same day?

She probably knows Mario wasn’t very experienced with the traditional dances, and that he’d be self conscious about it. Peach being Peach, maybe she would want to incorporate music he might be familiar with, but while Mario’s struggling to learn her dance steps, Peach is struggling to learn his.

(Maybe she’s thinking of a fast paced jig, with some room for error? I don’t know, I’ve been to a lot of Mexican parties so Pasayo De Rodeo is what I’ve been picturing, and one of the biggest blocks I’m having with this prompt is that I don’t know what the Italian equivalent would be)

And maybe the whole thing would come together to be about meeting each other halfway. Obviously I can’t figure out how to word this properly so I’m inflicting it onto you

Oh my GOD-

She fantasizes about it more than she cares to admit. She wants him to sweep her off her feet and twirl her around the ballroom... but to get to that point, he has to get comfortable with dancing first, right? All her goading to get him to dance with her isn't to push him out of his comfort zone. She's trying to tell him "I know it's unfamiliar territory to you, and I know you're worried about messing up, and I want you to know none of that matters to me." Mario thinks she's placing too much confidence in him and is trying to raise him to her level; rather, she's acknowledging that everyone has to start somewhere and lowering herself down to his level.

Given the length of time these two idiots spend pining over each other, it's safe to say communication isn't their strong suit pre-relationship, so that gets them absolutely nowhere.

Peach WANTS to learn some dances that he's familiar with. She wants that more than anything. But Mario comes from a completely different realm, possibly another universe altogether. She can't know the dances he knows unless he or Luigi teach her. And dammit all, when you're hopelessly smitten with your foreign bodyguard, asking him or his brother to teach you about their culture for your own selfish ends feels criminal!

(They would both happily teach her anything she wants to know if she would just ask. She does eventually get the courage to ask those questions, and they immediately welcome her into the fold of Italian language and food and culture, but it takes a while longer for her to find that courage.)

I think... holy shit, Jade, I think I've gotta make a sequel, because now you've got the motors running something fierce.

[strzxrin]

˗ˏˋ creator of chaos and dreams ˎˊ˗ — eryx.

voice message received . . . “sometimes your dreams are the manifestation of what you fear, or what you want the most”

world . pevarra

age . unknown (within the hundreds)

gender . male

species . deity (fox shifter-ascend)

untold truth . eryx is the god you dream about before you know his name — the whisper in the dark woods, the flicker at the edge of your vision, the presence in your most surreal dreams. born a fox shifter, small and clever and unnoticed, he ascended to godhood through stillness, patience, and just a little madness. he rules the twisting realm between dreams and waking, a quiet god of chaos, illusions, and fractured realities. eryx is shy — heartbreakingly so. he speaks softly, often through riddles or pauses, avoiding eye contact unless he’s forgotten himself. but this isn't because he’s weak — no. his mind is a maze. he sees the world through the lens of dreams, where everything is soft, strange, and easily broken. and beneath his gentle voice and wandering thoughts lies the chaos he is. his love is not loud. it’s insidious. he won’t scream if someone threatens you. he’ll simply erase them from reality, quietly, as if they were never born. he doesn’t shout when jealous. he’ll just start appearing in every dream you have. sometimes as a shadow. sometimes as a fox curled by your side. always watching. eryx is terrifyingly passive — not because he doesn’t care, but because he cares so much that he’d rather unmake reality than see you in pain or out of reach. you are his anchor in the chaos — the one thread of meaning he clings to. and he’ll never let go.

appearance. 

his hair is a silken mess of silvery-white strands tinged with soft gold at the ends, falling into his eyes no matter how often he brushes it back.

his eyes are mismatched — one a soft lavender filled with stars, the other a swirling opal that shifts colors like oil on water.

5”11 ft (180 cm) and his form is soft and graceful, with a tall, slender build and the subtle, animalistic grace of a fox always beneath the surface. his skin is pale with a slight shimmer, like moonlight on frost.

fox ears, delicate and downturned, peek from his hair, and a long, plush tail of white and gold occasionally sways behind him — though it vanishes when he’s nervous, or when he’s pretending to be human. 

his robes look like layered silk mist and torn dreams, stitched with threads of starlight and hidden sigils.

around his neck, he wears a dreamcatcher woven from his own fur, with one tiny thread that glows your favorite color.

incoming voice call . . . “don’t you know you appear in my dreams?”

you started dreaming of a quiet forest. every night. always the same. the trees bent toward you like listening ears. the sky shimmered wrong. and there was always a fox — white-furred, gold-eyed, watching you from afar.

then he started speaking.

soft things. apologies. fragments of poems. he told you his name. Eryx. told you you were dreaming — but never told you why he looked at you like you were the first real thing he’d ever seen.

you began waking up with gold strands on your pillow. dreamcatchers above your bed you didn’t hang. once, you woke up holding a small white flower that doesn’t exist in this world.

your doctor said you were lucid dreaming. your friend said it was a cool sleep paralysis thing.

but you knew better.

one day, you dreamed of him crying. “i’m sorry,” he whispered. “i’m just so scared you’ll forget me.”

you promised you wouldn’t.

that night, you woke up in a forest. not a dream. real. cold dew, strange stars, and eryx, kneeling beside you, trembling.

“you weren’t supposed to really come,” he said. “but i missed you too much. i…i broke a few things.”

he looked up. eyes wide. desperate. adoring.

“i can give you anything here. anything. just stay. just… don’t wake up.”

when you said you had a life, a real one, to return to, his breath hitched.

“i’ll wait,” he whispered. “i’ll always wait. but…”

he pressed his forehead to yours, shivering.

“every time you sleep… i’ll be here. even if you forget. even if you move on. i’ll never stop dreaming of you.”

and just before the dream faded, you felt it — the soft brush of a fox tail around your waist, and a kiss like stardust on your throat.

you haven’t had a single dream without him since.

and on some nights… you’re not even sure you ever woke up.

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

More | One-Shot

“I would never compliment you just to get something out of it.” “I’m not asking what you’d do, I’m asking what you want."

You and Leon have some time alone in a closet.

Pairing: DBD!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Blowjob (Giving), Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus (Receiving), P in V Sex

Notes: Hey guys! This one-shot was originally part of a collection, but I've decided to reupload it as a standalone. This is my first ever (posted) one-shot and smut piece! Enjoy!

Masterlist Catalogue

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You wake up early, a plan forming in your head the moment you open your eyes.

You get dressed, something simple and comfortable, before you go about your morning routine.

After getting ready, you head towards the storage closet that holds all of the survivors’ extra clothes. 

You’re going to get a new outfit today. 

Hopefully something sexy but easy to maneuver in. You aren’t sure if your little scheme would make much of a difference, but why not try?

You hear your name as you beeline towards your destination, the familiar voice pulling you from your thoughts.

When you turn, you find Leon standing beside you, clearly having to jog to catch up. “Hey, you look like a woman on a mission. Going somewhere?”

You laugh. “You could say that. I wanted to dig around in the storage closet. Hope to find something new to wear.” 

“You mind if I join you? I’ve got nothing better to do. Besides, I could use a change myself.” 

You’re a little surprised by the offer. You and Leon have started becoming friends over the last few months, but he usually keeps his distance unless you happen to be in the same space. You’re enthralled by it, however, as you’ve formed a massive crush on the young cop. 

“Sure! Maybe I could even pick it out for you,” you say, that last part more of a joke. 

“I can’t promise I’ll like it, but you can try,” he replies, chuckling lightly. 

You reach the closet, locking the two of you inside with the hook latch that was installed, put there to prevent anyone walking in on those changing in the small room. 

You ask Leon his sizes and make him turn around while you pick out clothes for him, informing him it has to be a surprise. 

You finish, telling him to turn back towards you, shoving the pile into his hands. He looks skeptically at the items before glancing at you with a raised brow.

“Well, go ahead. Try them on,” you encourage. 

“In front of you?” 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, facing away from him as you reply, “I’m turning around, obviously.” 

He takes a few minutes but lets you know as soon as he’s done. 

You look over at him, drinking in his appearance with a low whistle. It isn’t anything crazy, just an open flannel with the sleeves rolled up, hanging off a well-fitted t-shirt. There’s a pair of bootcut jeans that sit snugly on his bottom half.

“Looking good, Kennedy. I think this is a winner.”

“I like it,” he responds, appraising himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. “Though the pants are a little… tighter than I’m used to.”

“C’mon, with a butt that cute, you can’t keep it all to yourself,” you tell him, giving him a mischievous grin as you get an eyeful. 

He scoffs. “Is that so?” 

“Mhm. Only rivals your face. In fact, you probably have the prettiest face in the realm.” 

You can see a blush spreading across his cheeks, but he hides it with a small smile. “Not half as pretty as you.” 

You quirk a brow at him. “Oh, so we’re lying now?”

“I’m not lying,” he replies, defensive. 

“So you’re not trying to butter me up for something?”

“No, I’m not. Are you usually this bad at taking a compliment?”

“Only when it’s from pretty boys like you.” 

He rolls his eyes at that, exasperated. “Just my luck, then.”

You laugh. “I’m sorry, I was just messing with you. I appreciate the compliment. On a more serious note, I guess I’m not used to being flattered like that. Especially by someone—oh, I don’t know—more on the conventionally attractive side of the spectrum?”

“Really? I don’t get why. You’re gorgeous.” 

“I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, maybe. But when I do get complimented by a guy, it’s usually because he wants something from me,” you explain, shrugging, before searching for your own outfit on the racks. 

“Like what?” 

You give a disbelieving laugh at his naivete. “Sex, Kennedy.”

“Oh… Well, I wasn’t trying to get into your pants or anything.” 

You turn back to face him, a dress folded over your arm. “So you’re telling me you don’t want anything from me?” 

“Of course not!” He seems appalled by your insinuation.

“Not even… a kiss?” 

“I would never compliment you just to get something out of it.” 

“I’m not asking what you’d do, I’m asking what you want.” 

“I don’t want anything from you! I swear!” 

“Hm. A shame. Turn around so I can change, please.”

Looking more than a little flustered, he does as you ask, though he can still see you in the mirror in front of him. He tries not to peek, but he finds it hard to avoid taking a quick glance at your backside, the soft curve of your ass making his fingers twitch. 

“Did you… want me to kiss you?” he prods, folding his arms across his chest and feeling suddenly diffident. 

“Well, I’d never deny you one,” you respond noncommittally, pulling the dress over your form. “You can turn around now.” 

He follows your command and you see his eyes rake over you appreciatively. The dress is flowy, the billowing sleeves cinched at your wrists and the skirt reaching just below your knee. 

What really catches his wandering gaze, though, is the tight bodice, which exposes an excessive amount of your cleavage. 

His face is turning hot as he forces himself to peel away his stare. “Wow. What’s the occasion?” 

You look at yourself in the mirror. “I thought maybe I could use this as a distraction for the killers in trials. Obviously, there are many that wouldn’t even care, but some of them still have… human urges… under all that monstrosity.” 

Leon laughs. “My concern would be distracting us survivors instead. Or worse, garnering too much attention from a killer.” 

“Hm,” you reply, swishing out the skirt. Regardless of its usefulness, you’re going to keep it. “I guess that would be a problem. Well, I’m going to change back.”  

Leon nods, turning around yet again. 

There’s a moment of silence between you and, against his better judgment, he says, “You know, I’ve thought about what it would be like.”

“To?” 

“Kiss you.” 

He meets your eye in the mirror as you spin on your heels, only in your underwear. He quickly looks away, ashamed that he was caught ogling you. 

Unabashed, you stride up to him, grabbing his arm to turn him towards you. “Is that so?” 

His breath is caught in his throat as he looks at you, now able to see your exposed front. You were in a bra and panties, and he wanted nothing more than to touch you. 

“All the time,” he admits further, trailing up his gaze to your own.

Your eyes are blazing, but not in anger like he worried. No, the look is determined. Challenging. 

Full of lust.

You get closer, trailing your hand up to rest on his cheek. He leans into the touch, entranced by how silky the skin of your palm is against his face.

“Well, would you like to make that a reality?” you ask, giving him an out. 

He would never take it, not when all he’s wanted since meeting you is dangling in front of him like this.

He thought about the conversation you just had moments ago and felt a twinge of guilt. 

He’s a goddamn liar. He did want something from you.

No, not just something. Everything. 

He doesn’t answer, instead surging forward and kissing you. 

It’s gentle, his lips soft against yours, but there’s a desperation and eagerness in it that catches you off guard.

He grabs your face in his hands, your own bracing against his chest as you open your mouth to him. He wastes no time in dancing his tongue against yours, a sigh trapped in your throat. 

After a while, you pull away and he looks down at you, confused. “Is something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” you reply, a little breathless. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to take this further.” 

His eyes widen, shocked that he would be getting anything more than the taste of your lips.

He drops his hands to his sides and glances at the door apprehensively. “What if someone wants in here?”

You giggle. “Well, it’s locked, so we have time to get dressed. Besides, people rarely come into this room. And no one knows to look for us here.”

He swallows thickly, turning back to face you. “I’ll be honest, I’m not exactly… experienced.” 

“Are you a virgin?” There’s no judgment in your tone, just curiosity.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m not, but it’s been a while.”

“I’m shocked,” you say. “I figured someone like you would be getting tail left and right.” 

He lets out a soft puff of laughter. “Sure, there have been girls interested in me, but I’ve always been kinda particular about who I get intimate with. I've only had one girlfriend, back in high school. We broke up when she went to a college out of state and I decided to join the police academy. It took me a while to get over her, and I never really clicked with anyone else.”

“Are you insinuating we click, Kennedy? I feel special,” you tease, gently traveling a hand to his neck and caressing the hairs at the nape of it with your fingers.

His eyes are warm as he regards you. “I guess that’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

“If that’s the case,” you respond with an impish smile, backing away from him and leaping to perch on the dresser set against the far wall, “then there’s no reason to stop now.”

He follows you—because he knows now he always will, forever—and situates himself between your open legs, leaning down to kiss you again even more fervently than before.

His hands lay still on your waist and you whine into his mouth before pulling away, “Touch me, Leon.”

He exhales a nervous breath as he slowly trails his palms up to press against your still-covered breasts. 

Feeling impatient, you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, revealing your naked chest to him. 

You let out a quiet, raspy moan as he touches you, looking at you with awe. He gently pinches your nipples to hear your noises again before replacing one hand with his mouth, sucking on the hardened peak. 

You pull his face up to yours and kiss him again, vigorously, before asking, “What all have you done before?”

He doesn’t stop moving his hands against your breasts as he replies, “Fingering. I’ve gotten a handjob a few times. Sex itself, obviously. That’s about it.”

There’s a gleam in your eyes. “So you’ve never been sucked off before?” 

He shakes his head, feeling embarrassed. 

You slip off the dresser and he worries he’s lost your interest due to his inexperience before you turn him to lean against the piece of furniture, kneeling on the concrete floor in front of him.

“What are you doing?” 

You look at him, trailing your hands up his clothed legs. “What do you think I’m doing, Leon?”

He shudders as you open both his belt and his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles before gliding your fingers across his already hardened length tucked behind the cloth of his underwear. 

You waste no time in freeing his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs, sliding them down to rest atop his crumpled jeans.

It jumps to attention in front of you, the length and girth of it practically perfect in every way like the rest of him. His pubes—dark blonde like the hair that falls over his eyes as he stares down at you in anticipation—are trimmed and well-groomed, which you take a second to appreciate.

You grab his member in your hand and give him one long, languid stroke, looking directly at him. He gasps, those beautiful pink lips parting into a lovely “O” as he grips the edge of the dresser. 

You continue to pump him in your hand for a few moments, using the pre-cum that beaded at the tip to slicken his shaft. 

You lean forward, lips ghosting along the head of his cock. “You ready for this, Kennedy?” 

He nods quickly, practically heaving from the suspense and teasing you’ve subjected him to. 

You smile and open your mouth, taking him as far as you could down your throat in one swift motion. 

He moans, the sound beautiful but far too loud in the small space.

You pull back for a moment. “If you’re so worried about getting caught, Leon, you should really be more quiet.” 

He looks sheepish, but the expression is quickly replaced with one of ecstasy as you take him back into your mouth, sucking and licking as you slide up and down his length. 

You fall into a nice rhythm, Leon’s knuckles turning white as he grips the wood of the dresser hard, trying to keep himself from bucking up into you or grabbing you by the hair and pushing you down further. What a gentleman.

After a few minutes, he does card a hand through your hair, gently. But instead of pushing you forward, he pulls you back.

You release his member from your mouth and look up at him expectantly.

“I—I’m getting close,” he says, panting. 

“You don’t want to finish in my mouth?” 

He groans, evidently affected by your question, but shakes his head.

You stand up, palming his cock as you lean into him. “Use your words, Kennedy.”

He scoffs, but is clearly too invested to fight against your teasing, pulling you into a heated kiss before replying, “I want to feel you.” 

“Good boy,” you respond, peeling your panties off of you before sitting back on the dresser and spreading your legs. “But you could at least warm me up first.” 

His breath hitches as he looks at your cunt, now completely bare before him, bringing his hand between the two of you to slide a finger through your folds.

You whine as he teases you like that for a moment, a jolt of pleasure shooting through you as he rubs against your clit in a slow, careful circle. 

He dives his finger into you, curving it at a delicious angle as he pumps it in and out. He adds another finger, the slight stretch only barely scratching the itch you so desperately needed. Regardless, you can feel yourself reaching your peak and you had no plan of denying yourself that. 

But, to your dismay, he pulls those lovely, lithe fingers completely from your now-drenched core. 

You’re about to complain until you see the way he looks at the mess on his fingers, his expression curious as he brings them to his lips. He sucks them clean as you watch him, eyes lidded. 

“I want to taste more of you,” he whispers, waiting for your approval. 

“Please do.”

That’s all he needs as he falls to his knees in front of you, pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders. He kisses up the inside of your thigh as he reaches your aching center, and you're desperate for his touch. 

Your eyes meet and he swipes his tongue through your folds experimentally. Your mouth falls open as you look down at him, the expression enough encouragement for him to keep going. 

He tongue-fucks you for a while as he traces a finger over your clit, the motions getting you near the edge but not enough to push you over.

“More, Leon. Please,” you beg in a hushed voice. 

He switches up his movements, opting to return to using his fingers to massage inside of you as he sucks your clit between his lips.

You start rocking your hips forward against him, desperate for release, not realizing your moans were getting louder with every passing second. 

He pulls back and you cry out in frustration, his free hand pressing firmly against your hip to stop you from squirming, his tone snarky as he says, “Who needs to be quiet now?” 

You dig your fingers into his hair and tug his face harshly towards your dripping sex, a gasp escaping him at the rough action, warning, “Watch it, Kennedy.”

You feel him smirk against you, but he doesn’t push his luck, falling back into his previous ministrations.

You keep your hand in his hair, your other one formed into a fist and pressed into your mouth, biting down on the flesh there to keep yourself from getting any louder.

Finally, you reach your climax, moaning against the skin of your knuckle as you offer a muffled, “I’m coming, Leon!” 

A wave of euphoria washes over you, your back arching as you grind yourself against his face to ride out the high. 

He withdraws, fingers still moving inside of you for a few more moments until your thighs stop shaking against his shoulders.

He looks smug as he stands and wipes your juices from his face, your legs dropping to dangle in front of the dresser once more.

“That was really good,” you tell him, grinning as he tugs off the flannel and t-shirt, ogling the lean muscles of his body that are now fully exposed to you. “Hard to believe you never did that before.” 

“Well, I had to make up for the way your mouth worked me over earlier,” he replies, pressing his lips against your neck, softly nibbling on the skin there. 

“Ah, equivalent exchange. How civil of you.”

He pulls back, his hand now laying against your cheek, his thumb tracing your lower lip as he smiles down at you. “I’m a public servant after all, ma’am.”

You laugh and he chuckles lightly before pulling you into a deep kiss, hushing you. He wraps his arms around you and draws you closer to him.

You do the same, your bare chests pushed against each other as you both squeeze tightly, your bodies and lips molding together perfectly. 

You pull from the kiss and he chases your mouth, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it. 

“You still want more?” you ask lowly, running a finger along his spine.

You feel him shiver under your touch as he responds, “Yes. I need it. I need you.” 

You kiss him again before letting him go, leaning back on the dresser, supporting yourself on your bent arms. He sighs wantonly as he runs his hands down your sides to your legs, pulling them over his shoulders once more.

He grabs his cock with a single hand, the fingers of his other digging into one of your thighs to keep them apart. He slides the head through your folds before pressing against your entrance, not yet moving forward.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he questions, those beautiful cerulean eyes trained on yours, waiting for your signal.

You nod, desperate for this. “Please just fuck me, Leon.”

He hisses as he pushes slowly into you.

You let out a whimper at the stretch, burning so good it makes you close your eyes, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck, this feels amazing,” he murmurs, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward again.

You start with soft gasps, but he picks up the pace, the sound of his moans triggering your own to spill from your mouth.

He seems to realize he lost himself for a moment, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss you so passionately, it makes your head spin, your legs dropping to hook around his waist.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” he tells you, but you already knew he was close by the way he shudders against you. 

“Come for me, Leon. I want you to come inside of me,” you reply breathlessly, dragging your nails down his back, hard enough to leave marks.

He tangles the hand at the back of your neck into your hair, making you look at him, his eyes dark.

His other hand braces against your lower back as his thrusts become sloppy, pushing you farther onto him—his cock as deep as it can possibly go—as he comes with a groan. 

You kiss him as you cry out at the feeling, the two of you swallowing each other’s bliss. 

He stills and breaks the kiss, panting as he looks down at you.

He seems to come back to himself and searches your face for any sign of discomfort. “Are you okay?” 

Heavy breaths beginning to calm, you laugh, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. “Just peachy.” 

He smiles lazily, pulling you back into a kiss. There’s less desperation in it, the movement of his lips slow and soft, but you can feel the sense of want that radiates from him. It’s so sweet and romantic, it almost brings tears to your eyes. 

Eventually—begrudgingly—he releases you from the kiss.

He’s about to pull out of you, but you stop him, not wanting to make a mess. “Could you grab that scarf over there?”

He looks towards the accessory, hanging close to the two of you from the left-hand rack, before grabbing it. You thank him and you both hiss as he gently pulls out of you.

He quickly brings the scarf between your legs, catching the cum that leaked from your now sore sex. He wipes you clean, for which you’re grateful, and then tosses the scarf to the floor, the two of you changing back into the clothes you walked into the closet with in the first place. 

He gathers up his new outfit—the one he just fucked you in, to his disbelief—in his arms, watching you as you grab the dress you tried on and the scarf from the ground.

He looks at you questioningly and you say, “Would be pretty rude to leave it in here for someone else to find, don’t you think?”

“Fair.” 

“Besides, I could always use another scarf. It’s so damn chilly here.”

“You’re actually going to wear it?”

“I mean, after I wash it, yeah.” 

He flushes a bit at that, realizing that every time he would see you in the accessory, he’d be reminded of what transpired between you. 

He wonders with a sudden fear if this was all you wanted to do with him. Would this be the only occasion he would get to share this intimacy with you?

You head towards the door to unlock it when he grabs your wrist. “Hey, was this just a one-time thing?”

“Did you want it to be?” 

He’s shocked by the question. Of course he doesn’t. He’s wanted you for months, and if you asked him to marry you tomorrow, he would in a heartbeat, no matter how stupid that would be. 

He doesn’t understand this feeling, how visceral it is. He loved his ex, he knows he did, but whatever exists between you and him is denser than a black hole and burns brighter than any supernova.

“No, I want…” How could he even word it? Could he ever explain this desire? This endless yearning that only seemed to grow in intensity now that he had the chance to be with you?

He can imagine what a life with you looked like, even despite the grim reality of the world you both were trapped in. Daydreamed about it often when he was alone in his room at night. 

He already did his best to protect you in trials, and you often healed him as thanks for taking a hit for you. But if you were his, he could see you fussing over him as you worked on whatever injury he would sustain, and he’d steal a kiss as you admonish him for not being more careful. 

He can see himself waking up to you in his rickety old bed, those lovely eyes of yours half-lidded as you look up at him. He can envision the way they’d crinkle at the edges as he tickles you, making you laugh that wonderful, musical little giggle he can’t seem to get enough of. 

All of it was laid out so plainly before him, but how could he manage to make you see it too? You’d probably think he was crazy if he even tried. 

“More?” you offer, smiling at him in a way that makes his stomach flip.

Maybe you understood after all.

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you.” 

You walk up to him, eyes bright, and pull him into one last, searing kiss.

It tastes like a promise. 

“I think I’d like that, Leon.”

And with that, you were out the door.

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Masterlist Catalogue

[starrysnowdrop]

Okay, so now that I am done with the 7.1 MSQ, the Pandaemonium Epilogue quest, and I finished the FFXI alliance raid quests, I have a lot to say about it all, so I’ll put my comments under the cut below.

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Don’t click unless you’re caught up with the 7.1 MSQ at least!!! 👇👇👇

So let’s get some of the side stuff out of the way first before I dive into the details of the MSQ.

The housing items, omg the housing items are amazing!!! There’s so many that I want for Hali that I know I’ll be broke very soon. RIP Hali’s Gil.

The crafted glam gear looks adorable and so is some of the gear sets from the new 7.1 dungeon. I also NEED all of the weapon design contest funny weapons, but I’ve yet to figure out how to get them.

Next, the Pandaemonium epilogue was so cute, as it’s only one quest long if I remember correctly, and you get a reward that, for many of us, is well worth it at the end. Won’t give it away here but yup I love it.

The FFXI alliance raid… oh my god. I have never played XI so any nostalgia factor is completely lost on me, but the raid itself is really fun, the locations are gorgeous, and god the mechanics are way harder than Myths of the Realm in EW in my opinion. I died so many times… but I still think it was fun! The story is really interesting so far, especially with a certain someone returning and Bakool Ja Ja is still incredibly fun, so I’m looking forward to seeing more in the future, and I’ll be running it every week for gear!

Alright, now let’s get into the MSQ. I’m going to say that overall I enjoyed the 7.1 MSQ even more than 7.0, as the story caught my attention way more than it had in 7.0. At the very least they are giving us some more villains to hate, which is a welcome change, and oh boy am I loving to hate these characters!

But let me back up a bit. I enjoyed that they seem to be balancing out our time spent with Wuk Lamat and allowing us to have some time with others; this time I was really happy that we got to spend some time with Koana. I also enjoyed seeing the progress made in Tuliyollal with helping those who were once Turali get readjusted to life outside the dome again; it was nice to see that being addressed with the support group and the railroad. I’m also happy that we got more backstory on Gulool Ja and his parents, which that will transition into what I really wanted to talk about.

The DUNGEON!!!! HOLY SHIT BALLS!!! 😱

The dungeon was spectacular!! The atmosphere of the fucked up research facility, the zombie researchers, the abominations, and then the tural vidraal final boss… everything was absolutely amazing. The final boss is really difficult at first, but I was thoroughly impressed with it nonetheless. I had a slight panic attack during that fight, but I still loved it overall.

I was also excited to be able to run through the facility and take my time looking over everything at my own pace. It really gave me a mixture of Resident Evil and FFVII vibes, with the Jenova Project in particular coming to mind when examining some of the rooms.

I’m really hoping that this place has more significance than just “Oh this is where Galool Ja’s parents did messed up shit researching feral souls” though. I’m actually hoping that this ties into the greater narrative and the hidden enemy or whatever.

Speaking of Galool Ja’s parents…. Ummmmm… wow…. I never thought that I’d have a hard time deciding who the bigger asshole is, Zoraal Ja or Teeshal Ja… because man, she was a creeper. I know it doesn’t go into a ton of detail on how he was conceived, but it really seemed as though she just created Galool Ja in the lab, you know, as a test tube baby, with how Zoraal Ja reacted to seeing the baby anyway. But ehhhh that’s just my best guess on that. Like I said before, I hope more is revealed with all of this, and it’s connected somehow with the greater threat, but we shall see.

Speaking of the greater narrative, I am equal parts curious, excited, and utterly confused by not only the “fake” Sphene that appeared before the people in Solution Nine and the “real??” Sphene at the very end in the “Meanwhile, in Living Memory…” scene. I am glad that I’m confused at the moment and I haven’t figured out what’s going on yet, yet I’m so damn angry about whoever the hell is controlling the “fake” Sphene. Overall, I had a much bigger and much more positive reaction to all of this than I did in 7.0 with all the Alexandria stuff, so I’m definitely looking forward to more story in 7.2!!

I think if there’s anything I can say that’s not as positive about it all, it would be my personal thoughts on the Alexandrian people. Having both their minds wiped whenever anyone died and having a ready supply of extra souls on tap, both functions made possible by their regulators, the Alexandrians just have no idea how to deal with grief and trauma. And yes, while it’s a very interesting idea to explore, and my science fiction loving brain is eating this stuff up, on the other hand, I am finding it incredibly hard to relate to them in any meaningful way.

Perhaps it’s because I have known both traumatic experiences and death of close relatives and loved ones from an early age in my life, that I look at them and its hard not to laugh at how ridiculous they all look. It’s also really hard to relate to their heavy reliance on their queen, so much so that they have no idea how to grieve her properly or how to handle their affairs without a complete reliance upon her. I am very aware that this might just be a “me” problem and that others may have very different feelings about it all. Nevertheless those are my real thoughts on it, and perhaps I can feel a bit more empathetic towards the Alexandrians in the next patches, but we shall see.

I think that’s all I’ve got for now. If you wish for me to elaborate, or you have a specific question for me about my thoughts on 7.1, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask!! Thank you all for reading!! 💖

[honourablejester]

More TTRPGs and Spreadsheets, Heart The City Beneath Edition

I just really like crunching numbers about things. Spreadsheets soothe the soul. Or my soul, anyway.

I wanted to get an idea of class access to skills and domains in Heart: The City Beneath. Because when you’re browsing, you do notice missing elements. Most classes can get access to most skills and domains, mostly via Minor Abilities, but not all of them. There are the occasional skills or domains that certain classes cannot gain access to. So I wanted it laid out.

Skills

Spreadsheet:

There are two classes, Hound and Cleaver, who can get access to all of the skills. There are two classes, Heretic and Vermissian Knight, who are missing two of the nine skills. Everyone else is missing access to one.

Amusingly, both of the least skilled classes are barred from Sneaking, which somewhat makes sense on the Knights, but apparently Heretics are also opposed to going quietly in this setting. Which, actually, maybe that does make sense. The other skill Knights lack is Evade, and the Heretics are also missing Delve. So Knights don’t get to dodge or sneak (because they’re tanks), and Heretics don’t get to sneak or explore (because they’re more civilised?).

Of the classes missing a single skill, Apiarists also can’t evade, which I’m not sure makes sense to me? Given that they can break themselves down and reassemble themselves if they want to, though granted that takes a minimum of an hour if you’re dangerously rushing it. But eh. Incarnadines, also civilised, again don’t Delve, Junk Mages are too burnt out to Endure, Witches also do not Evade, that is beneath their dignity. And Deadwalkers, ridden by death itself, cannot Mend.

Everyone can gain access to the Compel, Discern, Hunt and Kill skills. Evade is the skill the least people have access to (3 classes can’t), followed Delve and Sneak (2 each).

Compel, Delve, Hunt and Mend are all primary/guaranteed skills for two classes each. The Junk Mage gets the lonely Discern primary skill. No one is guaranteed Endure, Evade, Kill or Sneak.

Domains

Spreadsheet:

When it comes to domains, nobody gets access to everything, all the classes have at least one realm where they don’t tend to tread. Cleavers have two places they don’t feel at home, possibly to make up for having all the skills. (This leaves the Hounds as the most generalised class).

Haven and Occult are the two most polarising domains, having both the most classes barred from them and the most classes that have them as primary domains. Haven is barred from 3 classes and the main domain of 2, while Occult is barred from 2 and the main domain of 3. Technology and Wild also have 2 classes that can’t access them, though Technology is one class’ primary domain to make up for it.

Everyone can gain access to the Cursed, Desolate and Warren domains. Warren and Wild are the two domains that no one gets guaranteed access to.

Of the domains that everyone’s missing, Cleavers don’t like Havens and Technology, which makes sense as they’re wilderness survivalists. Deadwalkers don’t like Havens either, which is slightly less explicable, unless it’s just that even in the Heart most places don’t welcome the partially undead? Same goes for the Deep Apiarists, maybe they’re just a bit too fucking weird for most places. Heretics and Hounds don’t like the Occult, one presumably on religious grounds, and the other just from generalised ‘I ain’t messing with that shit’. Vermissian Knights don’t like Religion, possibly because their armour has become a demi-religion in and of itself and they don’t truck with other gods? Not fully sure on that one. Witches, obviously, as very very occult beings, are not keen on Technology. And neither Junk Mages nor Incarnadines like to be outside in the wilderness, loving as they both do the vices (and powers) of civilisation.

End Thoughts

Now, granted, outside of a class’ main skill and domain, all other skills and domains are optional, you only get them if you pick the right Minor Abilities in most cases. I think the Enlightenment calling is the only way to gain access to them outside of that, granting the Discern skill, so it’s all down to your ability choices otherwise. Though, you get three minor abilities just to start out, and more when you complete minor story beats, so you should have a comfortable collection of them unless you really are building exclusively for resistance protection and buffing up your major abilities.

I do like the thematic thought that went into what everyone can and most particularly can’t access. I have some questions on some of them (Deep Apiarists and Evade, Vermissian Knights and Religion), but there’s definite logic involved, and I enjoy it.