#<-that happened by accident too lmao

[cakeinthevoid]

She jerked awake, bolting upright with a gasp. She was shivering, but the windows were closed and the bed was warm with the heat of two people. The bed was small. It was no surprise her shaky panting and tremors woke him up.

He adjusted himself to match her position: back to the head board and hands resting on bent knees. He didn’t say anything. As the minutes went on and she regained control of her breathing (and her mind, because despite it all there was still that wretched part of her that could not believe—) he still didn’t say anything.

“I’m not going to apologize,” she said, looking straight ahead.

“I didn’t expect you to.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

She drew in a deep breath through her nose, exhaling slowly. She was fully awake now, not that there was ever any hope of her returning to bed after… that.

It was still there, at the edges of her mind. Clear enough that she could almost regret her sharp command. Conversation might’ve been nice, even if she wasn’t sure how to have one anymore.

“I’ll just grab some water from downstairs,” he said suddenly. Then she realized she had been running her fingers along her neck. She forcefully put them back onto her knees.

”l’m fine,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. ”I’m just going to get to work.” She moved to get up, but he caught her wrist.

She whipped her head at him, glaring, but did not yet pull away.

“Let go.”

He acquiesced. “You should rest. You’ve had a trying few days.”

Oh, it’s been much longer than a few days, but she didn’t correct him.

“I’m no swooning maiden or porcelain doll. I’m fine, and there’s work to do.”

To her surprise, he almost looked frustrated. It was hard to tell, the only source of light being a thin sliver of moon.

“Your highness—“

“Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t call me that.”

“But—“

“I order you not to call me that,” she said mockingly.

He pressed his lips together, and she couldn’t help but smirk.

“I still believe you should rest… Miss,” he tried.

“If you are so—fine. Bring a pitcher of water.” She thought for a moment. “And a candle, if they have any.”

“A candle?”

“You’ll see. Now go. I’ll rest until then.”

“Thank you, Miss.” He hastily got up to leave. She could only roll her eyes to herself, choosing not to correct him again, lest he come up with a worse moniker.

He shut the door gently on his way out. As trying as he was, he could certainly be useful. She liked useful things.

[miss-fortune8]

More…

[starry-bi-sky]

blood blossom danny except i briefly talk about his version of the accident

It all happened so fast that Danny doesn't really remember dying at all. It was like, one moment he was alive, the next he's dead. He remembers hitting the button, and the lights coming on, and then a great big flash.

Then he was outside of the portal.

He thinks he may have been screaming, but that's not true at all. The only sound he made was a split-second, startled gasp as the portal turned on, that was cut-off before he could finish the noise. The only ones who were screaming were Sam and Tucker; Danny was dead before he could feel anything.

The most vivid thing to him was the terror before the light. The blood rushing moment of mind-numbing fear and cold revelation that he was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it. A weird sort of resignation, desperation, horror, and static calm that hit him all at once.

He was extremely disoriented when he woke up. Like waking up from a long nap and struggling to comprehend what the day or time was, but knowing instinctively that time has passed. He didn't stay in his ghost form for that long either, further cementing his confusion.

From the moment he hit the button to the few minutes after he woke up is an unsolved jigsaw puzzle to him.

It took him about a day and a half to fully remember what happened beyond 'went into the portal, then suddenly i was out of it and everyone was freaking out', and then a week to process.

Sam and Tucker remember his accident better than he does. They say he was in a daze after he woke up, before he recognized where he was. And he kinda just... squinted at them like he didn't know who they were, and said something in a language they couldn't understand. He was terrifyingly calm and passive, and still smoking.

(They later find out its ghostspeak. He was asking them where he was.)

It was only the moment he realized where he was that he transformed back into human. That's the moment where Danny's memory officially cuts back in for him. His first time as a ghost, and he doesn't really remember it that well.

[kagoutiss]

green beetle black beetle

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Current mental image of Cassie's dad trying to eat his lunch but he's got a huge gotdamn wolf lady staring at him like "whatu got there, gimme" acting like a good doggy by sitting at his feet

Lmao

i'm of the belief that instead of sitting close by and staring at him, she silently approaches, sits right next to him, and rests her chin on his leg. Staring up at him, all innocent before glancing very subtley over to the thing she wants and staring up at him again. It's probably something to chew on rather than eat I think, unless she can also eat. If she can, making friends with Roxy or earning any level of trust from her dooms you to an eternity of summoning her every time you crinkle a chocolate wrapper.

We all know how dogs be lmao

It happens without him even noticing too he'll only realise she's even there half the time. He expects her to want something every time but sometimes she just wants to vibe and he feels bad every time he has stuff to do and can't let her stay there. Same goes for if he falls asleep on the job or anything. He'll just wake up, confused as to why he can't move properly and just find her there, dozing or staring into space or something.

She just started doing it randomly one day and he's never understood why. He's since accepted that this is his life now. The occasional headrest for the local talking dog lmao

[diah-the-demon]

you ever just think what you want done with your body after you die

[waywardsalt]

no bite scene yet but heres another snippet of the ganonbeck fic chapter 2 under the cut

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

DB Tony- while SIM you indicated that while you’d wanted Peter romantically/sexually you had no intention of ever taking that step and had resigned yourself to the knowledge that Peter would end up in another’s arms. Knowing how far your obsession went, had you never accidentally assaulted Peter, do you really think you would’ve let Peter be with anyone else while still under extremis? Or do you think he (you? It’s hard to decide how to refer to your past self) would’ve found a way to justify taking things in that direction with Peter so that he could keep Peter to himself?

I don't know what he would've done; he was a fucking scumbag. I don't think he ever would've thought anyone was actually good enough for Peter even if he never… It would've been bad. Peter really… he saved both of us.

[izzy-b-hands]

ya ever start a fic draft of vaguely angsty slightly smutty post false death/being buried alive situation and then suddenly go

oh. oh is that what that is? in regards to your own sensation seeking post near death experiences

because i just have. That's Something lmao

[hella1975]

(hella you dont have to answer this, just wanted to say it) i know you ofc know that grief is a really complicated n fickle feeling but. it is, so i hope u can give yourself that space to grieve and do whatever it takes...but also please take care of yourself. and we're both creators of stuff so i really get the feeling, but i promise youre not destined for getting worse or stuck in that. something similar happened to me my senior year and even if you didn't know him that well, you're allowed that space to feel too.

ik my words prob dont do much, and i dont pretend to know better than you about your hometown or life or anything like that, but im here if u wanna talk. i love u <3

thank you for this my love. this is so kind and you didnt need to say anything but you DID and im so grateful for that. i promise im okay and im very good at being able to tell what episodes are temporary and what are more serious, so i know this one is temporary and is more shock/natural sadness at hearing the news that will peter off over time, so im trying to just. let myself feel it all for now and then put it to rest after a couple days. im sorry you can relate at all, i feel like it's such a specific, strange kind of grief to explain, when it's someone you know very distantly and technically have no 'right' to grieve, because like you said, grief is complicated, and it doesn't care what right you have to it or not. which is something im having to remind myself of and tell myself im not being selfish or self-centred for feeling upset by this. ive reached out to one of my irls and im going to tell her tomorrow bc i trust her to be good about this, so as basic as that sounds that's a pretty huge thing for me and im hoping it'll help even if it is just. talking it out. idk. but i appreciate this and i appreciate you, ily bestie xx

[peapod20001]

QUESTION ANOTHER ONE,

Are unique traits for your ocs just random or like do they come in a vision or do you just happen to look at the right thing at the right time and make it real or is it like a conscious thing like “I need more ocs with a mole so I’m giving this new guy one” or???

[themagical1sa]

Go write a love letter for him! Then you can give it on valentine's day! I think it's pretty obvious that you both like eachother, why not confess first?

🫂

Well, you see– [loud construction noises from the neighboring house making my speech incoherent /j]

[butchlifeguard]

trauma (?) is so weirdddd why do i keep getting the feeling that my front tooth isn't intact

[societysonlooker]

If you're driving on a two lane road and the road ahead of you is empty and the road behind you is a line of cars, please know that you are in fact the problem, and you really need to pull over and let them pass you. My commute is 30 miles of 2 lane roads on either side of a 20 mi highway stretch and yall fuckers make ny commute vary by a magnitude of twenty goddamned minutes. Not a single one of you is doing the speed limit (it's 50 the ENTIRE way, yall do 35-40). When I already log 3 hrs minimum on the road everyday I really don't fucking need it to climb uo to four hours. And no, I can't just move closer to work, because housing crisis. You can drive whatever speed you want to but for the love of God do me the courtesy of allowing me to do the same.

[chiimeramanticore]

the scene in potb where dook finds beach bear on the balcony

yeah

[thecherrygod]

man last night i was trying to sleep and a scenario popped in my head. it started.. alright, just someone asking what they mean to me, and i was like "haha........ uh... a friend.... :)" and like all good right? then tell me why the fuck as soon as that happened all that appeared in my head later was eye horror i wasnt even asleep as to have a nightmare