If Alcor the Dreambender had been bothering with something as pointless as keeping track of time this particular decade, he would have said it was about three o’clock when the summons didn’t arrive.
It was small, with a clumsy feel to it – a child’s first summoning, from someone nine to twelve years old – and he never would have noticed it not arriving if he hadn’t been both himself and completely unoccupied. As it was, he had just enough presence of mind to recognize the fury rising at someone else taking his summoning before he found himself in a child’s bedroom, watching invisibly as said someone answered the call.
(No wonder it had never gotten to him, he noted clinically. The circle was a total mess.)
The candles flickered. Blown by a nonexistent breeze, the smoke went sideways, and then a long shadow stretched away from the circle and up the wall. Pale golden light shone through its closed eyes, and in the hollow of its chest, a tetrahedron winked into existence.
>g͢r͟eet͞i̷nģs<
“…You’re not the Dreambender,” the child (Ben Ryman, eleven, nearly twelve. Has an enormous crush on Rois Della, who’s way too good for him. She’ll ask him out on January 21st, after breaking up with her current partner. They’ll last about two months) said.
>no̶,< the demon agreed. Except – oh, this was interesting. With the amount of energy he gave off, even the biggest demons (and this must be an incredibly minor demon, if he couldn’t recognize it) trembled in Alcor’s presence, but this one didn’t even seem to notice him.
(He could repay its insolence after figuring out why it wasn’t cowering.)
Tag: ben
sharing clothes is 100x more dangerous when Tora is in the equation
A calm day for the Portland mafia.
Click here for a more violent one.
…read the captions?
Quite a day for the Portland mafia. A worse one for their enemies.
For a calmer day, click here.
There is no Toby because he’s hard to draw and harder to make intimidating. Sorry. Read the captions?
The Scouring: Chapter 4
On AO3: Start Here; Current Chapter Here
On FF.net: Start Here; Current Chapter Here
Have to be somewhere this evening, so have a slightly early update. 🙂
Hank Pines paced the floor of the apartment he shared with his
fiancee, Vivienne Chen. Something was wrong with his family, his
parents and siblings and uncle and grunkle, he was sure of it, but he
had no idea why he was so sure they were in danger.There had been no call, either mundane or occult, to let him know
there was trouble. No message, no reason for this knowledge, nothing
but an unshakable feeling that there was danger threatening his
family.Hank kept finding himself rubbing the pine tree tattooed on his hip
as he paced, the tattoo he shared with his sisters that doubled as an
emergency summon for his uncle. It felt normal, not extra warm to the
touch or sending little sparks through his fingers, and for a few
seconds he was tempted to use it, summon his uncle and convince
himself he was being silly…even if it was supposed to be for
emergencies only and using it would mean at least a good half hour of
convincing his uncle that everything was fine at the very least.Vivi watched him from the kitchen, where she was sitting and nursing
a cup of coffee. “Hank, would you just call your family already?”
she said. “Whatever way you want to, I don’t care how. You’re going
to keep worrying until you do.”Hack ran a hand through his hair, grimacing. “It’s silly, though,”
he protested. “It’s just a feeling, I…there’s no reason to think
anything’s wrong.”“You’ve been pacing for two hours,” Vivi pointed out, laughing to
cover her worry. “Just call already, before you wear out the
carpet. You’ve spent this long living with a demon, something had to
rub off on you, right?” she added, tossing Hank’s own explanation
for the things he could pull off and his blank reactions to the
inexplicable back at him. “Just…do it, okay? Before I pick up a
phone myself.”
Hank and His Supernatural Mafia, 8/?
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“I’m pregnant.”
Hank, who had confidently taken a slurp from his soda
not anticipating any world shaking news, spat it across the table.Reina sniffed and raised an eyebrow at her
brother-in-law.“Hank, I know
you weren’t raised in a barn,” she said, and tossed him a rag to wipe off the
table.Acacia was not helping, shaking with laughter.
“Dude, you should see your face, it is excellent!” she cackled.
Hank looked around the Love Shack (as Acacia and Reina
called their small trailer), and tried to imagine a niece or nephew running
around. He couldn’t help but see Acacia’s sword collection hanging up on the
walls, tubes of oil paint lying around uncapped, Reina’s tiny glass figurines
which were the perfect size for swallowing, the three inch drop between the
kitchen door and the living room….“Um, have you told Mom and Dad yet?” Hank asked.
“We were waiting for you to get here, and then we were
going to go to the Shack together and then we were going to tell all of you at
once but I got really excited and um….Reina, help me out here?”Reina only laughed, and kissed Acacia on the forehead.
Hank noticed that her eyepatch had an appliqué of a baby bottle on it; how had
he missed that?“So…I’m the first to know?”
Acacia grinned, and pulled Reina onto her lap, causing
her wife to laugh and boff her on the head.“Well, second to know but yeah,” Reina confirmed.
“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Hank asked.
“Hank, I just peed on a stick and found out yesterday-“Acacia
stopped to laugh a minute at the face Hank pulled, but went on. “I was going to
ask Grunkle Dipper when we get to the house.”Hank thought about the sounds that his mom and uncle
were probably about to make when Acacia told them the news.“Do either of you have earplugs?”
Ben joined Portland’s supernatural mafia to learn how to be Don Pines. Things did not go as planned…
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In which I learnt that Ben wants to dress in button ups to beat people up and also that apparently fairies speak in cursive
YESSSSSS
Transcendence AU prompt: Maybe you would like to write how Ben the fairy became part of Hank’s supernatural Mafia, with maybe a dash of corner.
thehomestuckwhovian-deactivated:
((You can’t get a dash of corner. You are either out of it, or in it.))
“Be quiet, Ben.”
“Focus on your plants.”
“You are weak and inferior.”
“Stop picking fights.”
“You are a disgrace.”
His whole life had been filled with the same words. He wanted more from life than to take care of plants for the rest of his days.
“Stupid fairy.”
“You will never be great.”
“Stupid, little Benny!”
“You are a fairy, so start acting like one.”
Every day and every night, even after he found a better place, he still thought about those voices from his past. They were the voices that held him back, told him that he was never going to be anything more than trash.
But the ones that kept him going were kinder voices.
“I see that you are very strong.”
“You are a strong opponent.”
“I know how you feel, but size will not effect our abilities.”
“You are awesome!”
“Your differences make you special, Ben. You don’t have to worry about what others say.”
Ben still had trouble not thinking about what others thought about him. So he focused on the ones who thought the best of him and challenged and beat the ones who thought the worst of him. Less and less people treated him like he was less and more and more thought of him as and equal, or even better in some cases.
While the voices from his past still affected him, the voices of encouragement kept him moving forward.
He was strong, he was tough, and he wasn’t going to be told that he wasn’t good enough anymore.
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