Been reading some time travel aus for fullmetal alchemist and what i think would be hilarious that iâve not seen any of these fics really touch upon is the idea of Ed kicking in the door to Royâs office like âokay iâve got some intel from the future and i have a plan. For this to work iâm going to need a known serial killer, a twelve year old unaccompanied princess who entered the country illegally, her estranged half brother and his posse of bodyguards, and unfortunately, my bitch ass deadbeat dad.â And then he goes and he does it bc heâs Edward Elric TM but everyone else around him proceeds to have about 20 heart attacks.
Anyways if you know of a fic like this iâd love a rec!
has anyone else been thinkin a lottt lately about how using gen ai is perhaps the most striking one-to-one to âcheatingâ in the scholomance magic system? Like you are literally using malia every time you fire up that fuckin gpt engine or image generator or whatever. You canât just get something from nothing. You canât poof an entire image equivalent to hours and hours of someoneâs work without killing part of the world. SO many people seem to fundamentally not get this. It should make you IMMENSELY uncomfortable, in the same way that you should feel immensely uncomfortable buying dirt cheap clothing and etc. If you are not paying, someone else is paying in suffering. In my fantasy everyone would just read those books and understand this but I fear it would go over their heads.
Thanks for the tags, @elodiah and @westwardly! I love still getting to see what you guys are working on đ„°
CW: Descriptions of a panic attack. Bit more of the Eddie/Volt emotional hurt/comfort story from my last WIP post. Volt's not having a good time đ„ș
Eddie's voice, stunned though it was, was sweet music to Volt's ears. No matter that those very same ears were starting to ring. That his skin was going cold and clammy with a thin sheen of sweat. That his head was pounding like it was trying to drift away from the rest of him. His face was buried against Eddie's chest, which meant he was right where he needed to be. Nothing else mattered. Only breathing him in; faster, more. His lungs burned, but what did that matter when they were burning with Eddie, Eddie, Eddie?
"Volt?" Eddie's voice came more alarmed now. "Fuck. You have to breathe slower." Hands came up to grip his shoulders. "You hear me? Breathe, okay? Breathe." One of those grounding hands moved to his cheek to swipe through the tear tracks running down his face, and it was the first time Volt realized he was crying at all. "Breathe, angel," Eddie instructed him again, "Can you do that? For me?"
For Eddie? Anything. With his mind set on fulfilling that one request, Volt drew in a deep breath. Or at least, he meant to. The actual breath he took was shallow and shaky. It seemed his lungs were incapable of taking in anything more at the moment.
But, for Eddie, he tried again.
And again.
reader who clocks eddie and volt immediately and tells them to figure out their own stuff first.Â
basically âfigure out your own feelings for each other before you start yearning for me.â and it works, shocks them into finally working through everything theyâve gone through. into the bond they had, the feelings that donât have to be shoved aside for you. they can love you and each other.
they take it slow with you and themselves. figure out what works and what doesnât. eddie loves you, volt loves you, both of them love you and each other. they realize that now.
Highly recommend watching Unstable Universe through the lens of the four protags being siblings. It makes their interactions 10x funnier and makes 100x more sense.
Imo:
Wemmbu is the oldest, then Parrot, then Flame, and then Spoke as the youngest.
Wemmbu has the most âiâve been thru this shit before this is not that big of a dealâ energy that can only be seen by the oldest sibling in a family w a huge age gap between him and the youngest. It doesnt make him immune to being ragebaited it just means the right person has to press the right button.
Parrot is the next oldest bc i think he kind of has that energy of âi have something to prove and if itâs not pvp itâs damn well gonna be something.â And to his credit he is the cleverest of the four of them, but he has to let you know that he did it and that he beat you. Yet he still runs to big brother Wemmbu for help as soon as the going gets tough (who complains about having to help but goes along with it every damn time).
Flame is another middle child. Heâs used to doing things on his own and solving problems on his own. I think heâs that âburnt out gifted childâ kind of kid where he found his niche in pvp really early on to the point that when he gets older itâs no longer even all that interesting anymore, itâs just a part of him.
Spoke has the BIGGEST youngest brother energy iâve ever seen. Heâs used to kinda getting his way even when he has to be a little shit and break some rules to get there. Perpetually trolling his older siblings bc they (esp Parrot) are the easiest and funniest to rage bait. He is the epitome of âyou canât hit me iâm the baby!â which works until he pushes a little too far and he realizes how deep in shit heâs gotten himself into and then he gets himself chunkbanned lol.
lightning hits the breaker box. nothing catches on fire, and minimal damage occurs, but eddie and voltâŠ
where eddie was reserved, maybe grumpy occasionally, thatâs been ratcheted up to the nth degree now. heâll get mad at the drop of a pin, for things that you didnât even know he disliked, and refuse to talk about it. itâs almost like heâs scared of hurting you, the wires in his hair sparking as he backs away from you, voice cold. you were making progress, and now itâs been erased.
volt is protective. almost too protective, clingy and overbearing. the accident messed something up with him, made him paranoid. he refuses to let you out of his sights, and whether you get to go home most nights is a gamble. heâs jittery, electricity flickering just under his skin, and the one time he shocks you? he gets mad at himself, terrified at what he could do to you.
both of them have changed, and you donât know how to fix it.
Content Warnings: Allegories for racism/homophobia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Employer/Employee Relationships, Alcohol Use
Summary:
After youâre laid off from your customer service job at Valdivian for being quote unquote ânot a good fit,â youâre not sure how youâre going to make ends meet.
Thatâs when you stumble across the Breaker Box, the cityâs most popular magical club that caters to myths and creatures alike. And for some reason, they also just so happen to be looking to hire a human bartender.
After a rough meeting with the maintenance man, Eddie, and a charming interview with face of the club, Volt, you start to find your place not just at the Breaker Box, but also with the clubâs mysterious, magical co-owners.
See under the cut for a sneak peek!
The front door is unlocked again, so you enter immediately. The interior looks just the same as the other day, the only difference being the presence of Bev at the bar. When you enter, she looks up, her face blooming into a bright smile.
âHey, you!â Bev chirps, wiping her hands off her apron as she rounds the bar to greet you. âYouâre right on time.â
âRight on time for what?â you ask, following Bev to the bar.
She gestures for you to sit, then pulls out the mixer from behind the bar to pour it into two glasses filled with ice. âRight on time to try my newest concoction.â
You cock a brow. âAre we allowed to drink on the job?â
Bev shoots you a mischievous grin. âWe are if no one sees.â You both laugh, and Bev adds, âBut for real, tasting is a part of our job! Volt encourages trying out new recipes and is always willing to taste-test. And Eddie drinks all the time and no one cares.â
That probably violates some kind of OSHA laws, you decide, but whatever.Â
âGood enough for me,â you say with a shrug, accepting the drink and lifting it up to clink with Bevâs.Â
You drink the blue concoction and almost choke at the sensation. Bev makes the same face as you.
âToo much tequila,â you wheeze, hacking a little as you swallow.
âA bit,â she agrees, with a sigh. âIâve been trying to come up with a signature drink for the Breaker Box in time for our grand re-opening in a few days, but itâs like my creative juices have been tapped out.â
âItâs a good drink,â you offer, tapping your glass, âbut it doesnât really say Breaker Box, does it?â
Bev hummed in agreement, looking rather thoughtful. âYeah. Anyways, thanks for being my taste tester.
Content Warnings: Allegories for racism/homophobia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Employer/Employee Relationships, Alcohol Use
Summary:
After youâre laid off from your customer service job at Valdivian for being quote unquote ânot a good fit,â youâre not sure how youâre going to make ends meet.
Thatâs when you stumble across the Breaker Box, the cityâs most popular magical club that caters to myths and creatures alike. And for some reason, they also just so happen to be looking to hire a human bartender.
After a rough meeting with the maintenance man, Eddie, and a charming interview with face of the club, Volt, you start to find your place not just at the Breaker Box, but also with the clubâs mysterious, magical co-owners.
See under the cut for a snippet:
The neon sign is off, but you recognize the words hanging in front of tinted windows.
The Breaker Box
You squint, but canât see much going on inside on account of the sunny day and darkened interior. What you cansee, however, is the sign plastered in front of the window in big, bold font.
GRAND REOPENING: NOW HIRING HUMAN BARTENDER
INQUIRE INSIDE
Itâs ridiculous, you think. It should be ridiculous. You havenât bartended since college, and though you had enjoyed it, you have a degree in customer service now. You should be thinking about your career, right?
But a job is a job, and beggars certainly couldnât be choosers. Besides, the thought of answering another phone with an overly-peppy, âValdivian Customer Service Representative #6728390 here how can I help you?â makes you want to throw up. You had liked bartending, liked talking to regulars, chatting with students, flirting with customers to try to get a bigger tip. You blink, and suddenly recall that bartending had been the very thing that had gotten you to get your degree in customer service in the first place. Maybe thatâs exactly what you needed: a reminder of what actually liked about your chosen career.
Besides, rent was due soon, and it isnât like you have anything left to lose.
You reach for the door. The knob is unlocked, however, so you push open the door to the inside of the club.Â
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that it isnât exactly a dive bar. Or at least, it doesnât look like any dive bar you been to in the past. The room is devoid of any customers, which makes sense since itâs not even three in the afternoon. Itâs surprisingly clean, too, with chairs stacked on tables and a squeaky-clean looking bar set-up. The decor makes you think of speakeasies, with red-velvet seats and booths that surround a stage. It certainly looks like theyâre preparing for a grand re-opening, on account of the streamers and party balloons that are haphazardly strewn across a few tables and a corner of the floor.Â
The room is dimly lit, but there are oddly shaped, dark patterns that litter the wall. They are spatters, like those ink paintings that therapists use. No, you correct yourself, squinting  to try to puzzle out the odd decoration choice, and reach out to touch the wallâ
A hand closes around your wrist and spins you around. You stare up to see dark eyes and a scowl.Â
âWeâre closed, human,â he growls, grip tightening around your wrist. Itâs not tight enough to hurt, but you know you wouldnât be able to break his grip easily. âWho are you? What do you want?â
You pull your arm helplessly. As expected, the man does not let you go. âIâmââ you stammer, heart pounding in your chest from the fright. How had the man snuck up on you so silently? You hadnât even heard him approach. You take a deep breath, calming yourself. âIâ sorry, I didnât realize you were closed.â
âThe neon closed sign didnât give you any hints?â the man asked, scathingly.
You narrow your eyes at him. This time, when you tug your arm back more forcefully, he lets you go, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling.
âWell,â you say, a harsh edge lining your tone now, âI came by to ask about the sign in your window, but I guess I have my answer. Iâll just go thenââ
âEddie!â
The second voice startles you, but the scowling man doesnât even flinch. You turn to see someone else approaching you. He looks like the scowling manâs complete opposite: wide, friendly smile and open body language. His face is bright and beautiful, framed by long, wavy white hair.
âYou must be talking about the bartender position,â the man says, warmly. âIâm Volt, one of the owners of the Breaker Box. Please excuse Eddie, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.â
You straighten a little at his introduction and hold your hand out to greet him. Youâre expecting a handshake, which is the only reason you get flustered when his instead turns your hand over, lifts is, and brushes his lips against your knuckles. From anyone else, it might have been off-putting, but Volt moves with such self-assured grace that it looks perfectly natural. He glances up at you from underneath white lashes and his lip curls into a smile when he sees your undoubtedly red face.
âWelcome to our establishment,â Volt says, a purr reaching your ears.Â
You stare stupidly at him for a beat too long before you jolt back to your body. âIâ um, hello. Itâs nice to meet you.â
Volt straightens, letting go of your hand and instead turning to the other man, Eddie, who has now gone from glaring at you suspiciously to outright rolling his eyes.Â
âEddie, remember I put that sign up there?â Volt says, pointedly. âWe need another bartender to help Bev.â
Eddieâs arms are still crossed over his chest, but he dips head head slightly in acknowledgement of Voltâs words. He takes a step back, though his piercing stare doesnât leave you immediately. You take a moment to stare at him right back, taking in his appearance. His shaggy black hair is a mess, like he really did just roll out of bed. He has a square jaw and what one might call a handsome face, if it wasnât attached to a man who moved like a shadow, grabbed unsuspecting strangers, and snapped at people trying to apply for a job.Â
âWhatever,â Eddie finally says, mouth flattening into an unhappy line. âYouâre in charge of hiring.â
With that warm welcome, Eddie disappears behind the door next to the bar.
Volt sighs, refocusing his gaze on you. âMy apologies for my partner. Heâs co-owner, but is decidedly less interested in the people element of the business.â
You bite back a snarky response, because no matter how stupid or rude a Valdivian customer had been to you, you had never acted anything like Eddie just had. Instead, you give a stiff nod. âItâs no trouble. I saw the sign in front of your bar and I thoughtâ well, I did some bartending back in college. And Iâm decidedly, blandly human.â
Volt brightens at that. âWonderful! Why donât we take a seat, and we can talk?â
You follow Volt to the bar. He gallantly pulls out the chair for you before heading behind the bar.
âCan I get you something to drink?â
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Truly i think that an Eddie/Volt Hades and Persephone AU would just heal me.
Eddie is the lonely king of the Underworld, surrounded only by his minions and sustained only by his duties. He helps make the world go round, and thatâs important, even if others hate him for it or disregard the work he does.
Only⊠he canât keep up. Mortals are dying left and right and the Underworld is cosntantly filled with people needing to be judged. He needs someone to take on half os his burdenâ a queen to his king.
Which is where Volt comes in. Eddie is searching for help, and there is Volt, a young god filled with light and life, offering his services to help. At first, Eddie is reluctant. For many reasons. One, he doesnât like to admit that he needs help, that he canât so this job by himself. For another, he doesnât want to be the one who ties Volt to the Underworld, to lock this beautiful god of life in a place where nothing lives.
Meanwhile Volt takes one look at this scruffy, exhausted god of the dead and is like ah yes him. That one will be my husband please and thank you. In this version Volt isnât exactly âkidnappedâ so much as he âhijacks Eddieâs chariot and isnât noticed until theyâre well into the Underworld.â And then by the time Eddie even thinks to try to get Volt to leave, his damn dog is attached. And well what are we gonna do now?
now itâs all about mastering the courage and getting my shit together and rendering both his and voltâs drawings⊠that may or may not happen⊠weâll see ă±ă±
and hereâs the sir volt pic!
edit: also iâm EXTREMELY grateful for more than a THOUSAND notes??? on the original post???? this is crazy and means so much thatâs literally the largest ever number of interactions iâve ever had with my art. tysm đđđđ
đŹ 7  đ 128  â€ïž 1390 · not sure if ill ever finish this sketch so ill justâŠ. leave it hereâŠâŠ
p.s. eddie coming soon (probably)
I feel like a lot of the Volt/Eddie content has been a little skewed toward âEddie yearning for Voltâ but please, for your consideration:
Volt wants that man from the moment he lays eyes on him. And I donât even mean necessarily sexâ though that would be lovelyâ i mean like every atom of his body is intensely aware that they had once been one entity and he is willing to try to see how close they can get to that state again.
The only problem with this is that Eddie is really, really good at repression and has a startlingly good poker face. Volt lays on his charm dialed up to like an 11, but Eddie doesnât really bat an eye at first. Eddie kind of thinks thst Voltâs just Like Thatâąïž, thereâs no way heâs being serious, why on earth would he want to settle with Eddie when he could have literally anyone and everyone, etc.
Meanwhile with every subsequent failure Voltâs flirtations are just growing more and more blatant and over the top. Like at a certain point heâs considering sparklers. Heâs putting on his usual showman persona nigh constantly and Eddie just doesnât seem to be treating him any differently. Thereâs just the same, quiet gruffness and sarcasm thatâs undercut by the obvious amount of care and sweetness that he gives his club and also Volt.
Eventually, though, Volt has to come to a point where he thinks, oh Eddie just really doesnât like me like that :( and when I tell you Volt is that insufferable friend who complains to you for months on end about the same person theyâre too much of a coward to actually admit their feelings for. Like âheâs right there and i miss him so badâ âhave you tried telling them how you feel?â âYes all the time. Just this morning i told him he has an ass that doesnt quitâ âin no way is that the same thing.â Eventually Volt has to stop being his own worst enemy and dial it down a bit to explain to Eddie in excruciatingly direct words that he is in love with him.
Anyways what Iâm saying is i need more pre-relationship Volt yearning for Eddie please and thank you đ„ș
So iâm writing a modern magical creatures AU for a Volt/Eddie/Reader fic based on this post I made a little while back.
And i got a little distracted bc iâm trying to come up w some background characters and what they would be as magical beings/mythical creatures.
Hereâs some ideas iâve come up w so far:
Eddie - Fey
Volt - Dragon
Beverly - witch
Dorian - cerberus
Airyn - air elemental
River - water elemental
Dante - fire elemental
Daisuke - kitsune
Amir - jinn
Cam - gargoyle
Dirk - satyr
Harper - harpy
Drysdale - vampire
Washford - werewolf
Farya - phoenix
Freddy - Yeti
Hector - changeling
Johnny Splash - harpy
Kopi - merlion
Lux - angel
Miranda - siren
Prissy - dryad
I could go into more detail for my thoughts on a lot of these tbh. Some were more obvious than others, some were inspired by other fics (*cough we shall feast when darkness falls by sugxto cough*) but iâd love to hear more ideas!
