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Hi Anon. *peeks out from behind a pillar* I know you sent this request a super duper long time ago. Whoops. Hey I finally got around to it! Thank you for the request! Hope you like it.

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“Sweety pie, could you pass me the hot sauce?” Sidekick asked Henchman as a person came crashing down across the long restaurant table and slid to a stop in front of them. 

“Of course, honey bunny.” Henchman reached over Villain’s body and picked up the bottle of Cholula hot sauce. Sidekick and Henchman sat together near the far end, chairs subtly pushed closer towards each other. Someone screamed in the distance as Villain somersaulted off the edge of the table. Pleasant sunlight streamed through one of the broken floor length window panels Hero had just shot Villain through. 

“No not that one, the Tabasco please.” Sidekick informed Villain over the noise of the breakfast dinner. It had erupted into chaos as parents scrambled to get up and grab their children. 

Henchman’s eyebrow raised in question “Really? I thought you liked Cholula better?” 

“Oh I do, I just thought I would try something new for a change. It’s important to keep things exciting.” Sidekick sighed. 

Henchman nodded in solemn understanding, “As always, you are incredibly right my darling. It does get rather boring around here.” They handed Sidekick the correct bottle. The entire party had deserted the table by now, and the restaurant was empty of people save the Villain and Hero brawling in the background. 

Sidekick drizzled a generous amount of hot sauce over their pancakes. They cut into the stack and offered Henchman a bite. Henchman’s eyes scrunched in fond registration as they accepted. 

Sidekick smiled and took their own bite, turning towards the spectacle. “Maybe we should set the kiddos up on a date,” They mused just as Villain picked up a centerpiece of lovely blue flowers and smashed the vase over the Hero’s head.  

“Hm. Mm hmm.” Henchman agreed around a mouthful of bizarrely spicy pancake. They didn’t bother to look up, already familiar with the routine. 

“Oooh! We could be godparents to their future kids. That would be so cute.” Sidekick daydreaming, already lost in some imagined scene. 

Villain had dropped on their knees next to the unconscious Hero, whose head was drenched from the vase. Villain gingerly removed a stray blossom from their eye. “Hey,” they poked Hero’s cheek. “Hey, you alive?” 

Hero swatted their hand away, mumbling “Wha…What happened?” 

“I got you flowers!” Villain informed them cheerily. They gathered up the stem from among the shards of glass and presented the Hero with the wilted blooms. Henchman nodded in approval from their seat. 

Hero eyed the hasty makeshift bouquet dubiously as they shifted to a sitting position on their elbows, “You did?” 

“And they invited you to brunch!” Sidekick chimed in. Villain and Hero both turned to look at the duo sitting at the table. 

“Sidekick?” Hero asked at the same time Villain squeaked, “Hechman?” 

I can't believe Garnish is almost over!

It's one of my favourite fics in the whole fandom!

Could we get another sneak peek?

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hi hi, sorry for the last reply! yesterday was pretty hectic. but thank you so much for your unbelievably kind words! it's so nice to hear that you think so much of what started out as a silly little idea while at work, truly. ask for a snippet and receive a snippet ♡

'Your boxes were in the living room, bathed in easy early morning light when you turned the handle of the front door. Joel was a still figure on the couch, head hanging between his legs and cradled in his hands. Hair mused and frizzy from the endless brushing of his fingers through the thick locks.

He must’ve dosed off, you thought, as you quietly closed the door behind you. But when you turned back around, he was standing next to the boxes with a haggard look about him. Clothes disheveled and showing the wrinkles of his endless pacing and fidgeting throughout the night. You jumped, not having heard him move up from his spot and closer to you.

Hello friend!

I'll grant you the first few paragraphs of the fic.

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Feyre knew her tension was obvious as she stepped into the council chamber where her head advisor waited for her. “Your Majesty.” Though she no longer wanted to flinch at the title—though the crown she wore felt marginally lighter—she despised the title her oldest sister was meant to inherit.

While faerie monarchs passed their title to their most powerful heir, as long as anyone could remember the power of the mer king or queen had always passed to the eldest child. And Feyre was the youngest. Untrained, compared to Nesta. Even compared to Elain.

No, Feyre hadn’t so much as thought of the queenship. Not when she was the graceless wild child. No one could tell her why she had been selected as the next monarch when Nesta was the oldest—the one somewhat prepared to do this.

So the queenly crash course began.

Yup. Pretty much what the title says here. So the inbox is on. No cap. No muse limit. Almost anything is free and IM me for a ship in mind. Context for the snippet is 100% advised if you have one in mind. Otherwise, I may do something out of my own volition. You have been warned.

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This is by far, one of the best AUs I've ever seen for Amphibia. Thank you so much for this. I laughed for a good 5 minutes at the numerous possibilities in this AU. Calling it Unintentional Gods AU, if you don't mind! Enjoy reading!

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None of this was supposed to happen.

They were only meant to defeat Andrias and his eldritch master. They were only meant to save Amphibia and Earth, and fix the damage that had been done. They weren’t meant to become gods. And they weren’t meant to save exactly 438 other planets because fuck you Andrias, for trying to invade other dimensions and worlds apart from our own.

But that’s what happened. Because apparently, having full access to the powers gifted to someone by a prophecy, to kill one very dangerous and powerful god, made them a deity. Which is what had happened to the Calamity Trio. Thirteen year old girls who were -- cursed? -- blessed with the true nature of their powers that, more or less, made them immortal beings.

They couldn’t be killed nor could they be harmed with mortal weapons, but rather themselves or others of their kind.

And of course, there was a huge shift in their powers.

Sasha was the god of energy and space. Anne was the god of creation and life. And Marcy was the god of knowledge and wisdom.

Furthermore, the fact that they were revered as gods in a lot of the worlds they’d saved and somehow, somehow, creating religions that worshipped them made things worse.

In what way? In the way that they could hear whatever prayers or requests have been said in their real names, no matter how far apart they are in the damn multiverse!

Just like now, with Marcy Wu. She was sitting at her desk in her room at Amphibia, fingers twitching at the little voices in her head.

She was only trying to write a couple of essays and suggestions that would help Olivia stabilize and support Amphibia’s new form of government. But the numerous “prayers” flitting around her mind distracted her.

Lady Wu, our enemy will not yield until we agree to their offer. But the price is too high! What do we do?

A huge winter storm is coming, goddess. I fear that our usual preparations will not suffice. Please, grant us the wisdom to make the right choice.

Mother says I should be doing this on my own, but I’d rather ask you m’lady. Do you know the answer to number 3 in my Advanced Calculus homework?

Marcy inhaled sharply at the last one, then smacked her head on the table in exasperation.

“Your mom’s right, kid,” she muttered. “You should do it on your own.”

More voices whispered in her head, their requests and prayers a mix of important things like strategizing a war, or unimportant ones such as the answer to their own damn homeworks!

She stood up, sighing and walking out of her room and to the building’s main hall. If she wanted to get some work done in rebuilding Amphibia’s government, she’d need to deal with the other worlds first. Out of the three of them, Marcy’s fortunate enough to have lesser planets that worship her compared to Anne and Sasha. Despite 103 planets being a large number, it was nothing compared to Anne’s 139 and Sasha’s 196. No planet worshipped 2 of them or all 3, what with each of them individually saving that much and accidentally creating a religion in each world.

She winced at her friends’ misfortunes, worried that it would be proving too much for them.

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She arrived at the hall, in time to see Anne walk through the door on the opposite side. She had a tired frown on her face, but it eased up into a smile at the sight of Marcy.

“Hey, Marshmallow.”

“Hey, Anna-Banana!”

“Just got back from another dimension?”

“Yup!”

Marcy smiled, but it dropped a little, “Sasha’s still out?”

Anne sighed, rubbing her arm, “Yeah… It’s been 6 months.”

“She hasn’t contacted you, too, huh?”

Anne chuckled humorlessly, “Mhm.”

“Hey,” Marcy said, walking towards the brunette and placing a hand on her shoulder, “it’s Sasha. She’ll be fine.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re right.” Anne smiled at her. “Heading out?”

“Yep, couldn’t focus on work with all the voices.”

“Understandable, it’s the first time in days that I’ve been free from them, and it’s so…” Anne waved her hands around.

“Refreshing?”

“Yeah.”

Marcy chuckled before wincing, another dumb prayer crossing her mind.

Anne noticed and smirked, “That bad?”

“You have no idea,” the shorter of the two grumbled,the taller laughing.

“Well, I’ll let you get to it. Stay safe out there, Mar Mar.”

“I will.”

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She visited ‘her’ planets, aiding them and telling their respective religious leaders some ground rules. Thankfully, they understood her busy schedule and had agreed. She knows it won’t work, but it’s the best she could do right now.

She came back to Amphibia by the end of the day, slipping into her room. She smiled upon seeing Anne asleep on the bed, and went to work cleaning up some of the mess on her desk. She changed her clothes into something more comfortable, slipping into the bed beside Anne and wincing as a couple prayers made their way into her head. She sighed as she lay there, staring up at the canopy of her bed.

She really needed to find a way to manage all these requests. She already had a lot on her plate, traveling back and forth between Earth and Amphibia, being Olivia’s advisor, supporting and stabilizing the new government, being Newtopia’s ambassador of peace whenever they had to deal with the human government, and being a goddess who knows everything that had happened and will happen.

It was exhausting, having so much to do. She rarely visited Earth, dropping out of school (useless now with her infinite knowledge) and opting to avoid her parents who left California without her.

But she’ll manage. She’s come this far, so she will manage.

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I hope y'all enjoyed reading! Will be posting 2 more based off of this AU for Anne and Sasha, so stay tuned for that! Have a good morning, afternoon or evening. Until the next snippet!

Gotta say, Kyle is a fun character to write! I hope you enjoy the snippet!

This takes place a little bit after the joint fight against the rage-rayed mizutsune.

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Kyle trekked through Pomore Garden with his scoutflies out as the sun was beginning to set into the horizon. In a forest like this it was beautiful… and incredibly dangerous. If it wasn’t for the fact that this menace only came out during dusk and night, they wouldn’t even be out in the garden right now.

He kept glancing around for any sign of a major fight or hunt- anything that might indicate the presence of a highly agitated monster. So far, nothing turned up. No scratches on trees, disturbed dirt or leftovers of a meal.

They were probably in the wrong place. Just their luck.

His partner, Altair, wasn’t having much luck either, even with the help of her mizutsune- a native to the area. Kyle could see them in the corner of his eye- the serpent like monster sniffing the air to no avail.

Carding his hand through his hair, he wondered how long it would take to find this one.“Hey, Altair, did you find anything?” He called out.

She smiles, nodded, and gracefully dismounted from her Monstie to make her way over her to him. Altair showed him a tuft of green fur and raised her hand for him take it. The fur was coarse and wiry against his skin.

“Well.” Kyle started, "More likely than not, we’re probably looking at a-“ He cut himself off at the slight alarm worn on Altair’s face. She roughly tackled him and pulled him back before he could ask if she saw something.

The sound of a strong impact against the ground made him look to where he just stood. Kyle pushed Altair away to access the situation and draw his bow.

It was too dark to make out concrete details, but he didn’t need much light to guess what monster then were dealing with. The crimson eyes staring back in the dark told him enough.

“A green nargacuga…” The rider murmured from the side.

Kyle took aim for the eyes and fired while his partner charged forward with her mizutsune. With a battle cry, the green nargacuga aimed to return the favor.

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They realized after defeating that green nargacuga, that traveling through the Garden at night might not be the best idea, so they set up camp. It was while they were eating dinner that Kyle thought back to how Altair had pushed him out of the way of that monster. It was a reckless!

He looked across the campfire to see Altair finishing off most of her rations, without a thought in the world.

Setting down his own rations, he asked, “So, I wanted to ask. Why did you push me out of the way from the nargacuta? I- you didn’t need to.” He glanced away for a moment, but Kyle almost regretted looking at her again.

Altair was staring him down and her mizutsune from behind watched him too, reacting to her rider. She sighed with eyebrows raised up as if to ask back ‘really?’ Clearing her throat, she softly explained, “We, we’re friends now, right? We work together and help each other.”

Sputtering, he replied, “Yeah but-! I was cruel to you and Ratha! Surely you’d have resent against me for that…”

“Even if I did,” She said, her expression smoothing into something softer, “I still would have done it. You’ve only done what you thought was right.”

I'll admit, romance isn't my strong suit, but I hope it's enjoyable all the same!

This takes place a year after the game.

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Lilly was resting her arms against Ratha’s back on the sand as she watched the final lanterns be placed on the docks from a distance. It was dusk, and the sun was about to set for the night, bathing them in its last light.

It was that time of year again.

When summer brings in longer days and the sea is liveliest with harsh waves. Most importantly, it was the anniversary of when the rathalos had flown away in awe inspiring numbers and red light filled the night sky.

A full year has passed since… Everything happened. Now it was time for the festival again and this time, Ena would get to truly celebrate it this time around! Lilly would make sure of it.

Everyone in Mahanna village had eagerly prepared for it and she could even hear the laughs and cheers from the distance away where she and Ratha rested together on the sand. Lilly was just content to watch from a distance.

The twilight sky, lit torches, monsties and people, it all brought a smile to her face to see.

It was almost exactly like last year’s celebration before the ceremony. Just, well, without the hunters. Mahanna didn’t forget the attack on Guardian Ratha. Lilly sighed and stared off into the distance, remembering that Guardian Ratha wasn’t… He wasn’t…

She startled when she felt something against her elbow only to see Ratha nudging her. Traces of his worry were expressed through his low trills that had her hastily reassuring him.

“A-ah, Ratha! I didn’t mean to worry you just…” Lilly trailed off when she noticed Ratha suddenly perking up.

Without warning, Ratha stood up and swiftly tugged on her gauntlet and slowly guided her to the gathering. She didn’t really complain much and scanned the area for what Ratha wanted her to see. It didn’t take long for her to understand as Ena came into view.

She noticed her and Ratha, and beamed, “Oh Lilly! It’s so nice to see you! But... Why is Ratha tugging at you?”

“Ena! Erm... Well…” Lilly blushed and mentally flailed, “Ratha probably wanted us together? He led me to you.”

Ena laughed and shook her head. They got into a discussion about what they’d been up to since they last met, held back chuckles at Navirou getting bullied by the velocidrome and talked with other guests.

She didn’t realize how much time had passed until Chief Gara signaled that the ceremony would commence, and she saw how dark the sky had become. The crowd shifted to the docks, but Ratha helped them stick together.

Ena shook her head at the commotion and turned to Lilly and quietly requested, “I can’t say I’m really fond of large crowds. Is it okay if we watched from a distance?”

Lilly nodded, “Mhm! We can just watch from the beach, if that works for you?”

Together, they settled on the beach and leaned against Ratha’s back, listening as the ceremony commenced.

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