Abi's Happy Place

are the absolute most batshit insane heroes in the entire franchise

these two are intellectual loner siblings with archeology backgrounds who read and speak ancient egyptian, hire a dude directly out of prison to take them to a lost city of gold, and fight mummies literally with their bare hands. twice.

no one in these movies stands a chance against the carnahans. frankly they're lethal in how willing they are to make the absolute and most undeniably deranged decisions. jonathan pickpockets a dude on fire. evy's resurrected from the dead and immediately remembers how to use sai. they're racking shotguns from a cliff in this scene and then proceed to blow away half the antagonists.

Anequs, Theod Knecht, Sadsong, Anequs' entire *people*--

Thank you to everyone who submitted suggestions! There were a ton of great ideas, we did our best to include as many of them as possible with these prompts:

Lucanis Week 2026 will take place from Monday, June 22nd -> Sunday, June 28th!

The hashtag will be #DATVLucanis2026.

I was originally planning on holding off sharing this until June, but then decided to hell with that; why wait?

FURTHER RESOURCES:

Intersections: Indigenous and 2SLGBTQQIA+ Identities – this booklet from the Native Women’s Association of Canada is more intended towards 2S folks, but is still a great read for anyone.

Two Spirits, One Voice – This video from Egale is a great, no more comments needed.

A Two-Spirit Journey: The Autobiography of a Lesbian Ojibwa-Cree Elder – This book by Ma-Nee Chacaby can be a difficult and emotional read, but very much worth it.

Becoming Two-spirit: Gay Identity and Social Acceptance in Indian Country – I have yet to read this book by Brian Joseph Gilley myself, but heard positive things about it.

hiiiiii i'm between jobs kinda at the moment so i gotta use comms to get by for a bit <3

i've switched to artistree instead of kofi with hopes of itll help me manage them better but i'm still getting used to things so be patient!!

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Thank you @kt-catt & @themontess for tags! ❤️ I just finished a father's day one shot fic. It was something that's been in my head for awhile, but tonight I decided to write it out.

“Day-o! Daaaaaaay-o!” Aaron bellowed, throwing his arms up in the air. “Daylight come and me wan' goooo home!” In his high chair, Aaron’s son Gale laughed with pure toddler joy. His soft brown eyes beamed as he began to bounce, his pudgy palms enthusiastically smacking together in rhythm. “Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-o!” Aaron danced around the kitchen island, hips swaying. “Daylight come and me wan' gooo...” He spun around, holding his arms out, drawing out the final note. “Hoooooome!”

Thank you for tagging me🪻@themontess! Jaheira runs a tight ship over there. No-nonsense policy (heroes not exempted) lol. Consider yourself Uno Reversed!

Excerpt from Apex, Chapter 3: The Black Hand

Hic. “I detest spontaneous flights! They trigger my acid reflux,” a masculine voice complained loudly. “Nope. You just pigged out,” Tempest replied evenly. After carefully crossing the cascading waters, Tempest paused and drew Remex from the scabbard at her back. The blade sang beneath a silvery patter of spring water, bright droplets dancing across the flat of the metal and streaming along its edge as the veil parted to let the Sorcerer and her familiar pass. They left daylight and prismatic haloes behind as they delved into the darkened tunnel, likely hewn by the first Elven settlers of these lands long ago. It led down to a steep stone staircase at the foot of the mountain, which would eventually bring them to the forest floor. Tempest walked through near pitch-black darkness for several seconds before her eyes adjusted. At last, she could enjoy a moment of relative peace and silence in which to strategize and consider their next step. Water trickled gently nearby. Her footsteps echoed through the cavernous hollow, carrying across the smooth stone walls. Then a faint glow lent its guidance to their path. Colonies of fungi tumbled down the walls, riddled with moss, their gentle blue iridescence illuminating shapes ranging from the size of her thumb to that of a saddle. Their glow seemed to strengthen with a beating pulse the farther they went. But alas, the reprieve would not last. Moxie swiveled atop the sorcerer’s shoulder, their crested head turning this way and that. Extending their serpentine body, they reached towards one of the odd-looking mushrooms with a small, outstretched claw. Smack! “Ow!” Moxie shook the sting from their paw. “Moxie!” Tempest hissed sternly. “What?” Moxie demanded. “Don't touch.” Tempest pointed towards the strange mushrooms. “You don't know what those are.” “Of course I do!” Moxie replied with a huff, shoving a low-hanging beard of ghost moss out of their face. “Really, Ox?” Tempest gave them a pointed look. “Then tell me what they're called.” She halted without warning, leaning against the wall. “Well, now I don't want to!” Moxie refused, suddenly preoccupied with preening. With a snort and an exasperated shrug, Tempest replied, “Everglow mushrooms. Their light attracts tiny dragons—and they are completely harmless.” Moxie gave her a sidelong glance. “Touché.” But their sulking did not last long. That innocent, fey-like curiosity soon took over once more, and they reached for every cap they could find, slapping them gleefully as they passed. The mushrooms answered with a satisfying, resonant hum, each cap adding another note to a strange melody. The Faerie Dragon’s delighted snickers were the first sounds to reach the arched portal, announcing their return to the surface.

Thank you for tagging me @loki-is-my-kink-awakening! 🥰

Finally starting to feel like I'm making progress on the next chapter of Who Holds the Power. (It should NOT have taken this long just to make some progress; I cannot BELIEVE it's already been a whole damn month since updating 🙃) I am once again having fun coming up with OC background characters to drain Eddie of his power hehe (I'm sorry, Eddie 🥲)

The addition of even more damned new appliances around the house took its toll on him in a way that was to be expected even if he had been working at his best. But apparently the homeowners didn't care to consider such things before plugging in new things to use his power. Mr. Coffee was a no-nonsense kind of guy. Whenever he came in, he tended to get what he wanted and then left again. He almost never overstayed his welcome. The clothes dryer and microwave were different stories. Adryana Spinetti was a passionate woman, and when she got heated up about something important to her, she tended to lose track of time and needed a reminder when it was time to go. Same for Mike ("don't call me Michael, dude") Rads, but somehow even worse. It wasn't that he was willfully trying to drain Eddie's diminished reserves of patience for socializing. He was just a little oblivious, always wrapped up in bragging about his latest surfing escapades. Even with the more eccentric personalities among them, the newcomers individually would have been just fine. But all together, combined with the power needs of the entire rest of the house? Eddie was getting to the point that every single evening felt like he was on the verge of shorting out. Just a tiny surge more to push him past the point of what he was physically able to handle. Constantly teetering on the edge of blowing a fuse. The endless ache and strain was drowning him, to the point he had no choice but to try something to ease the pain.

A little more of Eddie's slow descent into the grouch we all know and love 🥰