#Dude the thought that NO ONE wants to explore or think of Old Home is CRAZY

[applejuicebegood]

Hi gorgeous!! I haven’t gotten a chance to respond to your message about jason x booknerd!reader, but I wanted to quickly message and tell you that I’ve read it and I’m absolutely in love! You literally always come up with such good ideas, idk how you do it!! You’re awesome and ily!!

-(@midnightorchids)

Jason with a Bookworm!S/O

A/N: I know school has started back up for you again babe, so I don't blame you :((( I was originally planning to expand this for you, hopefully you can read this during a study break or some down time (i might repeat some stuff - just look away). It's IB exam season where I am so I share in your pain. Hang in there dude!! Summer is almost here!!

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He's a vintage paperback and leather-bound kinda guy. Crime, Sci-Fi, historical-fiction/romance, magical-realism, and non-fiction are his go-to genres. Favourite authors include; Margret Atwood, Kurt Vonnegut, Haruki Murakami, Frank Herbert, and probably M.T Anderson. He's only a little pretentious about it.

He can spend hours in used book stores digging through the big plastic bins and stuffed cardboard boxes. You help him find specific authors or titles, your basket heavy with your combined finds. He'll carry the bags back to your apartment, his other hand tucked into yours as you gush about excited you are to sort and organise your new additions to your shared library.

He still has some books that Bruce and Alfred gave hm before his murder. Leather bond additions of the Liliad and rare printings of Dracula and Frankenstein. They have these little notes left in the front pages from Bruce that he couldn't bring himself to tear out or throw away entirely. And if you thought his home library was huge- wait until you see the book shelves in his old room.

Since he doesn't spend that much money on himself, he now has every chance to spoil you with your own special additions of your favourite stand-alone's, expensive book-marks, and lavish coffee dates where both of you enjoy your books over the smoothest of richest of espresso.

In the early months of your relationship, most of your dates were spent at bookstores, thrift-shops, and libraries. Your love quite literally grew from the yellowed, torn pages your would both get lost in.

Once his home library combined with yours, most of your bedroom and living room wall space became covered with his floor to ceiling bookshelves. Your bedside tables would each have a small stack of books that you were currently reading.

He absolutely loves how you look with your reading glasses. He thinks it's too cute when you push them up with the back of your hand, entirely focused on an intense passage. Your eyes going wide or your breath stopping at a beautiful line. Your adorable focused stare and sweet round cheeks are accentuated fully. He should be reading the book in his own lap but he's entirely distracted by you. You shut the book with a thump and immediately turn to him to gush about the chapter you just finished only to have his hands catch your jaw and bring your smiling lips against his. And suddenly, you forgot what you were going to say to him.

Jason finds lines and prose in his books that remind him of you and highlight them. He would keep them in a note stack on his phone, just to read them back to remind himself of your beauty. It's something that he could never put into words himself, hence one of the reasons why he adores reading so much. He can find the right order of words that properly express his infinite adoration and care for you.

I've explored this before but you guys have a set date once a month where you'll sit in each-others arms and just read all day. You'll curl up in one of his sweaters with one of your thick Sanderson novels and he'll tuck a blanket around his lap with his special addition of 'Little Women' open in his lap. He'll refill your tea mug because it's always hard to pull you out of your book during your reading days.

You'll order in some warm comfort food for supper and talk about your books respectively. He'll gush about how Jo March is such a revolutionary character and how Amy is actually a metaphor for the loss of innocence girls experience when attempting to emulate patriarchal standards of womanhood.

All while you gaze lovingly back into his eyes, your chin resting on your palm - wondering if a marriage proposal would be too sudden for your evening conversation.

[hmshermitcraft]

Etho isn't fae. Like actually, no tricks or puzzles or anything, he's a human guy just trying to get through this semester. Unfortunately his college is by The Woods and fae hunters and paranormal experts keep trying to Track Him Down or something. He can't get any peace!!

So no, he's not fae, what he is, is autistic and homeless. So all the strange social rules that fae follow and adhere to and the "lurking in the woods past any time people should be out" are explained with supernatural bullshit and not explained with the failure of the economic system and disability. He's got some weird texture stuff too, wind on his skin feels like knives and pins and needles so he wears a mask and covers up even when it's hot just to avoid the hell that is Air Movement.

He's currently squatting in an old abandoned bomb shelter from the ww2 days in the woods behind campus, he showers at the gym and eats for free with his meal voucher, it's honestly not too terrible. Yes the temperature control is shit but he'd rather be here than in a shelter somewhere, another failure of society he thinks.

Anyway, one day he's followed "home". The man's got a camera and is hell bent on "exposing the fae of the woods" or whatever. Etho didn't realize he was being followed, the man was sneaky and Etho had been on the edge of completely melting down for about 6 hours so he didn't think to check his back.

Bdubs kicks down the door to the shelter, not finding something unknown to the human eye and instead finding Etho, sat on the ratty couch that came with the place, shoveling plain crackers down his gullet by the light of a battery powered camping lamp.

Bdubs screams, Etho screams, Bdubs tries to run and instead smacks face first into the concrete doorframe, Etho laughs at him, they make introductions over a bloody nose and stale crackers, bdubs puts the camera away.

"what do you know about the fae of the woods?" Bdubs asks after a minute

"I am the fae of the woods, people are more comfortable with the thought of a supernatural being than the crisis of homelessness"

"dude."

Bdubs starts visiting after that, they explore the deeper areas of the bunker with a flashlight more powerful than Etho's lamp, he's stayed in the main room this whole time so the inner areas of his house are unknown to both of them. Bdubs can't solve Etho's problems but he can keep him company and bring him apple juice and a new pillow.

Bdubs clears his name at school too, saying that the "fae" was just a hungry raccoon or something. Without the rumors floating around school gets better and he and Bdubs get closer over the summer.

Junior year Bdubs gets a double with someone who dropped out the first week, it's already paid for and nobody else is gonna use it so Etho moves in. Bdubs gets him a bedspread and toiletries and even a stuffed bear full of beans, the weight is nice after a long day. With a stable housing situation Etho is able to get a job on campus, they go shopping together and Bdubs calls it a date more than once. Etho, now equipped with comfortable clothes, climate control and lots of feelings about his friend, asks Bdubs if he wants to go to Panera bread with him, as a date. You know, like boyfriends would.

They push their beds together a few months later and by graduation they move into a little apartment. Being the Fae of the Woods was horrible but it did end up getting Etho his husband, so. Upsides, y'know?

-s (who is so sick and tired of being Othered and seen and something to be avoided cause of disability. i'm projecting, can u tell?)

Bdubs likes to joke that he did expose the Fae of the woods... Just as a big softie that blushes every time Bdubs holds his hands! Etho whacks him, before hiding his face in Bdubs' shoulder like that'll save him.

There was a point that Etho didn't think he'd have his own space to decorate - nevermind somebody to share it with. Now, he can make it perfect. Acoustic cork panels on the walls, a weighted blanket at the bottom of the bed. Temperature that he's able to control! And surrounded by all of Bdubs' plants, and Bdubs himself. He doesn't think he could ask for anything more.

[sixleggedboar]

I am posting Ghost and Soap prematurely, I wanted to add the others but I am not sure if I still will.

So here are some thoughts on these two in civvies. (Important to add, I would not go as far as to say these are headcanons but more of an exploration and me having some fun)

Yes as many others I don't think Ghost would wear his balaclava in public. Tbh the mask I gave him is already pushing it, BUT I think he is enough of a little freak (affectionate) to wear his balaclava when he is home alone.

As mentioned before the initial trigger for me to draw them like this were some people convincing me that actually Ghost, as someone who wears a cape and carries replacement skeleton gloves on the field, does care about fashion.

Problem being I don't really know things about fashion myself so we have to make due with my limited sense of style.

First things first I wanted him to not look like an edgelord who just left highschool as well as actively compromising his identity whilst still keeping some of his skeleton themes in his clothes. And since the spine is my favourite part of a skeleton he DIYed one onto the back of his, according to my references, expensive coat.

Second, because I think it is hilarious to give this 6'4 man another unnecessary 1.5 inches I put him in the most fashionable item I own: converse all star lugged 2.0 plattform shoes. (We are already bonding over wearing Salomons most of the time, we MUST have the same taste in shoes, 100%, definitely, thats how it works, he is just like me fr, yes yes)

Turtleneck for all the people out there who want him to be a slut, as well as to add a sense of maturity and last but not least,

Some pants.

(I originally wanted to give him cargo pants in memory of that one picture I saw of a dude making fucking CARGO PANTS LOOK FANCY AF, but here it looked really messy so I dropped that)

Overall it is vaguely inspired by techwear without going too hard that it sticks out.

So with Soap I don't think he actually discriminates between work and normal clothes much. The main difference being that now he wears all the band shirts he has (and surprisingly still fit) since he was 14. He still sticks to the same pants and shoes (as long as they are clean of course)

The jacket is inspired by a very old and beloved jacket of mine that I have lost and am still mourning.

Tbh to him I don't have too much to say since he is imo probably the closest to just-a-dudeTM when it comes to fashion.

And yes even considering his hairstyle (this is coming from the perspective of someone who has different iterations of mohawks since he is 15), I do think he had a strong alternative/punk phase as a youngster and has some residual things like the haircut and the shirts but does not fully fall into that category anymore.

[lowkeyrobin]

New anon here, love your writting

Cellbit mayhaps 👉👈

Possibly Ordem Paranormal👉👈

(no rush tho, take as much time as you need*

ooo yeah sure! ; idrk much about ordem paranormal so I apologize, I did something kind of like it though! ; also tysm! I'm glad you enjoy my writing 🫶 I'm in my flop era atm so yk how that's going LMFAO ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy anon! ; this is super short and dumb, I apologize ; also getting this out of my drafts now cause I might not post for a few days while I get shit sorted out lol

CELLBIT ; paranormal investigation

summary ; exploring an abandoned home with cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of knives for self defense

disclaimers ; didn't use their real names because I don't think they're okay with it so if it seems a little abundant with names, that's why

word count ; 1.2k

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"Why would I ever agree to do this with you?" You sigh, your index finger and thumb rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"Cause we're gonna find ghosts" He smiles, pulling you and Roier inside. He holds the gopro up a bit, catching your unamused look at him.

You enter the house, walking into the living room. The windows were completely busted out, leaving glass shards resting on the couch under the window and outside in the overgrown grass. Bullet holes are lodged into the adjacent wall, a few having hit the box TV, which was dated back to around the 70s.

"How long has this place been abandoned?" You ask.

Cellbit shrugs, "Since the early 80s or so"

"Damn," Roier mutters, carefully opening the door into a closet. He scans the rack of coats, most torn up and weathered down. He spots a spider in the corner and quickly shuts it, not wanting to confront the insect.

You slowly walk into the kitchen, shining your flashlight over the old appliances. This house was literally trapped in the late 70s to early 80s. It was like a time capsule. An abandoned one at that. Graffiti is sprayed over the backsplash, reading something like someone's Instagram handle in purple.

"I don't think we're finding ghosts here, dude"

"You never know"

You open up the cabinets around the kitchen, wanting to see if anything was left. Some scattered pots, pans, and other dishes remain, like the people who lived here packed up as quickly as possible and left half of their things behind.

Roier finds a plate shaped like Mickey Mouse, with the famous face painted onto it, said paint chipping off in some spots. He holds it up, showing it to you and Cellbit.

"Look, it's you, Y/n!" Roier smiles.

"Shut the fuck up" You laugh.

You hear something crash and break in another room, something light, like glass. You jump back, accidently knocking into Cellbit. Roier stands frozen, eyes widened as he looks at the two of you.

He whispers, "The hell was that?"

You slowly turn to look between Roier and Cellbit, making it clear you weren't going to be the one to investigate. Roier quickly shakes his head, looking up at the other man to go investigate himself.

He glances between the two of you before rolling his eyes and slowly walking toward the hallway where the noise came from. He scans the bathroom as he passes the door, nothing.

He creeps to the first bedroom, seeing broken glass scattered upon the old, rickety wooden floor. A whole spot was sunbleached, leaving it much lighter and faded than the rest of the floor, a spot laying in front of the window. He looks back, slightly nodding as he looks back.

You quietly share a look with Roier, sharing regretful thoughts about being here.

Cellbit leans into the room, softly grabs the doorknob, and pulls the door shut. You listen to the soft click as he makes sure it's totally shut, and look at the camera in your boyfriend's hand.

"What the fuck" You softly whisper, "Was there someone in there? Or something?" You ask as he quietly trails back to you.

He shakes his head no.

"I'm scared someone's actually here, can we leave? I don't wanna stumble upon some fucking freak ready to turn us into the next plot of some cheap slasher movie" You speak with worry, arms crossed.

Roier quietly agrees with a nod of the head, leaning into you a bit as he feels a shiver run up his spine. You feel a slight zephyr brush against your skin, causing goosebumps to quickly jump up as you stand in fear while now freezing under your jacket.

You feel some qualms as Cellbit walks toward the stairs, wanting to explore more. You shake your head no, begging him with your speechlessness to not go up.

"Dude," Roier whisper-shouts, "We're leaving if you go up there"

In reply, he devilishly smiles and quickly walks up the stairs, leaving you two starstruck in the kitchen below.

"I'm not going out there without that knife"

"Me neither"

"I actually hate you" You whisper, hiding behind Cellbit as Roier was doing the same with you.

"You love me, darling," He snickers. "C'mon," He says, investigating the top floor, consisting of another bathroom, two bedrooms, and some storage looking room at the end.

A door loudly slams in front of you, the storage room at the end of the hall. You feel yourself jump out of your skin and feel Roier's hands twitch and flinch on your shoulders.

"Nope, bye" You quickly turn around, rushing down the stairs to get the fuck out. Roier follows you, now equipped with the knife Cellbit had in his pocket.

Cellbit, after a few moments of thinking, dips as well, following you two out of the door. You notice as you look behind yourself as you pull the door open.

"I thought you said you wouldn't get scared of any doors?" You loudly speak.

"I'm scared there's an actual human here, go!"

You three quickly jump off the porch and dart into the woods away from the house and toward the car. As you run, Roier looks back, then screams as he runs faster.

"There was someone in the window!"

You push brush and dead leaves out of your way, being pricked as you run deeper into the woods. The trail here was already densely covered and needed some reshaping, but it felt even worse now.

"Left!" Cellbit shouts behind you, directing you the correct way through the trees.

You swerve left, soon revealing the car parked on the side of the road. You watch as the car beeps, unlocks and the headlights flicker on as Cellbit uses the automatic start on his keys. You jump in the front, Roier right behind you as he jumps into the back.

Cellbit runs around the car, hops in, throws the car in drive, and quickly speeds off. As he drives, he pulls his seatbelt on, and it clicks into the fastener. You and Roier do the same, absolutely winded.

"What do you mean, someone was in the window?" You ask, gasping for air, turning the heat all the way up.

"I looked back," Roier begins, coughing a bit to get his breathing steady, "And in one of those windows on the top in the front, someone was clearly in the window. Like, a light was on in there, and you could see a clear shadow."

You share a frightened look with Cellbit before leaning back in your seat, hugging yourself for comfort as your heart was racing. You didn't know why all three of you got so spooked, maybe the fear of encountering an actual person wasn't on your menu tonight. I mean, when would it ever would be?

"Please connect your phone and play music before I scream in terror" Cellbit speaks, glancing at you.

You pull your phone out, connecting your phone to the radio to play Toni Braxton's Un-Break My Heart. You try your best to keep your mind off of it, but overthink all the cans of food and trash laying around the house. People probably were squatting there.

If anything, they would've been scared of you, I mean, you had no right to just walk in.

"We are never doing that again"

"I second that"

"Third"

[greenerteacups]

ravenclaw harry is probably the house I find hardest to reconcile with the rest of the canon story. would love to hear your thoughts bc I totally agree that he would have made himself fit into any house as a first year. slytherin harry has a lot of fanon exploration which has had interesting results for sure! hufflepuff harry resonates with the sense of belonging and warmth he was likely yearning for….same actions seem likely to me still. but ravenclaw harry and the friends he’d make (or not make! outcast ish harry being friends with luna and the other alternative-esque ravenclaws?) not sure how that would go! intriguing for sure

housing 11 year olds based on personality is strange business (and all the main characters being in one house is just eh) which is why I love works like lionheart switching that up!

First and foremost, if you want an excellent Ravenclaw!Harry, may I recommend this fic by one of my favorite HPfic authors of all time? It's not quite a Sorting AU, but it's still immaculate, and it's my favorite R!Harry of all time.

I think Houses are first and foremost tools of community and socialization — they're a way to get a bunch of terrified eleven year-olds to make friends, and to break down the immense project of getting to know [INSERT MYTHICAL HOGWARTS DEMOGRAPHIC STATISTIC] people in your cohort at once. The point of doing a Sorting on the basis of personality is to find the place that's going to suit you best; for Slytherins, that's the place that represents their community, their heritage, and their own (fucked up) social set. For Hufflepuffs, that's a really friendly place that focuses on personal development. Gryffindors are adventurers, trailblazers, and explorers; Ravenclaws are inquisitive and interested in deep thinking. To that extent, I can understand why you'd set all of your characters in one house early on, but as the story goes on, it becomes apparent how much the failure to socialize between Houses hurts inter-House relations. It creates much stronger "types" than you might if you just let everyone socialize together.

When Harry is Sorted, we don't know a lot about the dude. We know he's pretty resilient, amicable, and overall nice to people (is immediately on-board and makes friends with Giant Dude Who's Basically Kidnapping You, even though in fairness, he's getting rescued from an abusive home, so — not surprising!) but for the most part, it just gives Normal Guy. It takes a while for Harry's specific brand of introverted weirdness to manifest in the story, and even then, because we're in his POV, we don't see how incredibly awkward he actually is — rereading his dates with Cho is a gauntlet of cringing. He locks on to the people close to him and integrates himself with their group, then basically maintains trajectory until something forces him to stop. He's a really passive dude; 9/10 of the series his him going "what fucking NOW" and running off to put out whatever fire is happening that he's inexplicably implicated in. (He's still heroic, ftr; he does make the choice to risk his life for people, and he does the right thing. But you get the feeling that he would be much happier if he could take a break once in a while and let some other Chosen One take on the serious stuff.)

Apart from the one rec'd above, I can't think of many Ravenclaw!Harry fics that actually take the Sorting as a character challenge. Ravenclaw gets flattened to "the smart House that does great in school" in a lot of fanon — which is kind of strange because the two nerdiest characters, Hermione Granger and Ernie Macmillan, are a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff, respectively. The few Ravenclaws we do get to know, Cho and Luna, are much more defined by their passion for their chosen hobbies than by any scholarly aptitude. Of the few Ravenclaw Sorting AUs out there, a lot of them end up being those Redditor-beloved "Harry Potter but the characters make decisions I think are smarter and then reward them by artificially making those solutions 100% effective" fix-its. A.K.A. fics where the real point is for the author to flex about how smart they are for "getting" the "science" behind a magical storybook world. (No, I don't have strong feelings about these at all, why do you ask?)

[bleedingcoffee42]

(Yay! Just keep in mind that probably I won't stop yapping now, feel warned).

"The series does a great job of showing the gossip." absolutely, they managed to nail his character with one line what is very impressive.

On the other hand, forever sad they didn't explore his ancient history geek side. Him, blabbering about some ancient shit no one cares about, with rosy cheeks and excitement painted all over his face to Grant and Lipton? Hello...? Plus, didn't Buck talk about Romans and barbarians in Bastogne?

The whole (tv) Easy for the fandom is a company of sluts, so someone please play sad violin music for Matheson. Seriously, the power Ron had all over the people, lol. He knew what he was doing.

I mean, someone gave him a nickname "Sparky" and it stuck to him, so he had friends. Also, I know it was because of his "explosive" nature, but please, Sparky? Sparks are cute and make me think about something cozy (I can feel him throwing daggers at me from afterlife right now).

it looks somehow like a normal thing - some really liked him, some were neutral, some hated him. It was a bunch of more than 100 males after all, so characters collied. It seems even Winters didn't have 100% of fangirls there.

Anyway, sometimes, in the middle of the night I wonder when Winters started to call him Sparky and if it was why Talbert was butthurt.

The German uniform's case is hilarious because he just played along and could have not acted better (shoot him? without even rising his head? King). Again, sad we didn't get the scene in the show, especially because from bts it seems they dressed Martin as the German.

Poor Webster. It looks like he romanticized some stuff in his book and there was Ron "Ok, Webster rings a bell but... uhm...." Speirs.

Anyway, as for a dude who was called Sparky, he seemed to be rather chill.

Oooh and Buck was at his wedding. Maybe that's how he got an invite? I think there was a wedding for a Sgt in Easy the same day that Dick went to. Or maybe it was because Buck was hanging out with his UCLA buddy Matheson at HQ and somehow got lumped in with Moose on the Speirs wedding invitation list? History nerds should have gone to museums with Lip and Smokey.

And I never really considered why Cann called him Sparky. I just thought it was random, these 1940s guys all have some cool nickname. Ron did light up in that letter when Dick called him Sparky like it was a great memory. Google really comes up with some fun ones for that 'lively' 'energetic' 'clever' 'term of endearment towards a guy'....I mean let the imagination run wild. Maybe it just rolled off the tongue well- Sparky Speirs.

Yeah, as much as they did and went through they were still a bunch of 20 something year old guys. What else do you do but talk shit? Sometimes it hurts too much to talk about home. So we have this guy who is weird and crazy and doing bad-ass shit and everyone is talking about him. Everyone knows about him. Nobody says "Speirs who?". Or "Why do you need to take ammo from the Germans? They don't have .45 cal ammo or 30-06?" as Sparky walks into the Rhine and tosses his towel on the shore.

I do want to get my hands on the interview where Ambrose talks to Lip about Speirs. Because there is probably way more than "He came to cry on my bed the first time he got drunk". Carwood, please, there is way more you are not telling us. The man is billeted with you (his first sergeant and not any of the Lts?), comes to you when the officers get him drunk and ruin his life, gets YOU drunk for the first time in your life while trying to save you from pneumonia, you know exactly when the last reunion he attended was and 'he told me I was going to be promoted so that was +1 friend points'. And there is no way the Lipton episode wasn't entirely pulled from Lipton himself, especially when Wahlberg was calling him everyday to talk about how to play it.

I also want to know what his beef was with Billy Turner.

We need all the gossip from Charlie Co and Dog.

[philcon2016]

Alright, let’s talk about Undertale Orange.

Ok, so me and a couple of friends were talking about our ideas about Undertale prequel games a couple of months ago and no joke, one of my friends had an entire story thought up about the Bravery soul, and I added a few things to make it work better.

So, our idea hinges on where we find the tough glove and manly bandanna. If I remember correctly, the tough glove was found in Snowdin, while the manly bandanna was found somewhere in the Ruins (I think because I played Undertale, like, once because I felt like I did everything I wanted to do [no genocide only true pacifist] so correct me if I’m wrong). So bravery likely never passed or never got to Snowdin. So what we were thinking was: we never explored the forest in Snowdin. Maybe there’s an entire community of monsters in the forest. And since bravery was headed into a forest in Twin Runes (by @akanemnon ) on the page where Chara was talking about the 6 human souls and what they have in common (the answer is, of course, Ball Game.), that made me remember the theory. Now, here’s a plot synopsis of pacifist:

So, we go through the Ruins, sort of like normal Undertale. But, Bravery says ‘fuck this’ when they are told to stay in the Ruins, and PUNCHES THROUGH A FUCKING WALL(probably explaining the under renovations room in UT). This leads them to the Forest, where they are spotted by a cloaked buck named Roman(no he is not the river man.) and the dude just points in the direction of a town (this dude doesn’t speak for most of the game, only saying a couple lines and is seen in the background of some screens.).

So, the deal with Roman was that he was in the War. He wields a big ass hunting knife for his fight (spoilers for genocide he’s the sans of the game) and the ONLY REASON why he doesn’t kill Bravery right away is because he’s got a soft spot for children.

So bravery goes to the town and finds the Martlet/Papyrus of the game, a wolf girl named Sandra or something, and she immediately becomes friends with Bravery. She tells them about another area, Cave’s River (real good naming there, Asgore.), where she tells them to go if they wanna get home.

So they go to Cave’s River, where they meet METTATON’S GHOST WHAT THE FUCK? This is only a part of this because we both like Mettaton and it’ll be a development point for Mettaton, because he’s depressed and is scared to interact with anyone (just like me frfr), but Bravery is actually kind to Mettaton and he becomes the monster kid for the area. Also it looks amazing. Think of a gigantic mineshaft from *[[MINECRAP]], only filled with luminous stones from *[[Having trouble breathing?]] [[WILD THANG]] and *[[I have crippling depression]] [[dommy mommy~]] and the water is reflective as fuck and you see lava in the background. It’s fucking cool. Also the river man’s there to take you to…

The old kingdom.

This is where we see Roman again, and he tells us how he wasn’t ‘brave enough to stop the humans from sealing us in the underground’ bla bla bla lore lore lore. Then he tells them about Asgore’s plan, and yadda yadda yadda Asgore gets the bravery soul the end.

Ok I cheated a little bit at the end by skipping a lot of stuff, like some areas, characters, and story. If anyone wants to polish up the story, some stuff, they’re more than welcome to.

[cresent2003]

You put a spell on me.

Seth Borden x fem! Reader smut.

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The cold wind blew through Salem as the amber leaves mixed in with it's harsh force.

Harper walked through the Witches Nest Inn as she admired the old architecture that blended so well with the modern parts of the ancient in.

It hadn't been opened since 1895 yet it was barely noticeable as she explored.

She saw the spiders as they made homes in the corners and cracks as she felt the energy that radiated from every corner of the Inn.

It was well known by her friends and some of the public that she was related to a witch who died in the Salem witch trials which was most likely why Sam and Colby asked her to come along on another ghost hunt.

She had been in many videos but it was always with Seth and Josh.

They were her best friends.

Harper went around a corner before smiling as she saw Seth exploring.

"Hey" she said catching his attention.

"Hey.

I'm guessing you didn't want to go on the tour" he said as he walked to her.

"I used to live here" she said.

"Oh yes I remember you telling me that.

I've already been here for a video years ago so I thought I would explore" he said.

"Same.

This place is beautiful.

It makes me wish I still lived here" she said.

"Hey?

Wanna explore together?" he asked.

"Sure," she said with a smile on her face.

"Cool.

I already know a place but I was waiting so I didn't have to go down there alone" he said before taking her hand causing her heart to race.

There had always been tension between them.

She had liked him for a while but didn't know if he shared her feelings.

"Your hand is cold.

Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yeah.

This place is fucking awesome but very cold" he said.

They walked down to the basement together as they heard the tour in the distance.

"This reminds me of when we would go to abandoned houses together.

I forgot how fun this is" she said.

"You know we can do that again.

No cameras and just us in some awesome locations that wont end us in jail" he said.

She laughed before looking into his eyes "I would like that" she said.

"Cool.

Remind me to plan that once we get to our rooms" Seth said.

"My memory is the equivalent of a goldfish Seth" she said.

"Then I'll remind me" he said.

"Good idea" They walked further into the basement.

Harper looked around before gasoing as she tripped over a brick that was thrown at her.

"Woah" Seth said before catching her.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah.

Something threw that brick right in front of me" she said.

They looked into each others eyes.

"You sure you're ok?" he asked softly.

She nodded.

"Good," he said as he kept his arms around her.

Seconds passed as he slowly leant in before freezing as Sam and Colby walked into the basement.

He looked down as she swallowed harshly as a perfect moment shattered in front of them.

"There they are.

Dude we've been looking all over for you" Sam said.

"We were exploring" Seth said.

"Cool well we were just talking about what were going to do tonight.

Obviously, we have a few days here so I was thinking we should just settle in tonight and pick things up tomorrow" Colby said.

"Ok.

I like that a bit better than starting the video right now" Harper said.

"It's settled then.

Also sadly because we waited too long we could only get two-rooms.

So it will be me and Colby in one and if you're okay with it you and Seth in the other" Sam said.

"That's fine" she said before looking at Seth.

"Yeah we'll do that" Seth said.

"Ok then good night.

Meet up in the kitchen tomorrow around twelve" Sam said before he and Colby walked back upstairs.

"We should head up to our room" Harper said.

"Or we could stay down here for a while" he said.

She looked into his eyes "I want to see our room first and then definitely" she said.

Butterflies filled his stomach as her heart pounded against her ribs.

Harper and Seth started to go up to there room ignoring that he just tried to kiss her.

She would have let him if Sam and Colby didn't interrupt them.

Minutes later they walked into there room.

Harper looked around before flopping on the bed.

"Wow" she said.

"You love this place dont you?" Seth asked.

"So much" she said before looking at him as he sat next to her.

"I have a feeling these few days are going to be a start of something" she said.

"Are your witchy senses tingiling?" Seth asked as he looked down causing there eyes to meet.

"I think so.

By the way I wanted to ask you something" she said.

"What?" he asked.

"Sometime during these few days, I want to find where my very great-grandmother is buried and I want you to join me.

It'll be like old times" she said.

"Cool.

Yeah I would love to" he said.

"Yay," she said.

Their eyes met as Harper heard someone watching TV next door.

"Still want to go to the basement?" she asked.

"Maybe not right this second" he said.

She smiled before placing her hand on the side of his face causing the coldness of her rings to give him chills.

He placed his hand on hers as he blushed.

He laced there fingers before looking at her and her lips.

Harper watched him as he leaned in softly so there was time for her to push him away not like she wanted to.

Suddenly there lips met as he kissed her.

Harper gasped before melting into the kiss.

It was heavenly.

She never wanted it to stop.

She kissed back allowing the kiss to become more heated.

Harper wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down with her.

She tangled her fingers in his long hair as he moved so he was straddiling her.

Both of his hands were beside her head as she broke the kiss.

She looked at him "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I need a verbal response," he said.

"Yes" she said.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes.

I've wanted this for so long" she said.

"Me too" he said before kissing her again as their bodies moved in sync.

She lifted up his baggy sweater causing her nails to scratch him lightly causing a whimper to slip from his lips.

He broke from her before taking off his sweater revealing his thin but slightly toned body.

Harper looked at him with hearts in her eyes as he started to kiss her neck.

She gasped before throwing her head back softly as he sucked on that one spot.

"Seth," she said causing him to grow harder in his ripped jeans.

He slipped his hands under her shirt before squeezing her breasts, feeling the black lacey bra.

Her body was so warm and perfect as they both grew more needy.

Seth looked at her before taking off her long sleeve black shirt as she took off his belt.

"You're driving me crazy" he said.

She unbuttoned his jeans as he did the same to her black skinny jeans.

"Please" She didn't know what she was begging for but was desperate for something other then soft touches.

"What to you need sweetheart?

Tell me" he said as he kissed her temple.

"I need you to touch me" she said.

He nodded before taking off her jeans revealing her black thong.

"Fuck" he groaned as he took off his jeans before tossing them somewhere in the room.

"Come here" he said before getting on top of her.

He kissed everywhere he could causing her to laugh.

He then took off her bra releasing her breasts.

Seth looked at her for any inch of uncomfort before taking one of her nipples in his mouth causing her to moan as she grabbed the old sheets.

He then switched the the other one as she arched her back.

"Sensitive?" he said out of breath.

"Yeah" she moaned.

He sucked on her nipple as he slowly started to grind against her causing him to moan against her breast.

He took off her thong before looking at it.

"Dirty girl," he said before kissing her as he threw the thong against the wall.

Harper slipped her hand down there bodies as she let out moans from the feeling of his dick rubbing against her.

She palmed him causing him to groan.

She took his dick out of his boxers before giving it a few strokes.

"Don't tease.

You have no idea how much I want you" he said.

"Put it in" she said.

"Really?" he asked.

"Please Seth.

I need it.

I need you" she said.

That was enough to leave him drunk with lust as she rubbed his tip against her clit causing her to moan.

He sat up as he lined himself up to her entrance as he watched her arousal coat his tip causing him to throb.

He slowly pushed in causing her to gasp before letting out a loud moan that was mixed with the slight pain.

He continued to slowly slip inside her as he felt her warm walls squeeze and flutter around him.

He groaned before watching her take all off him.

"Good girl.

Oh fuck" he said.

She kissed him as she pulled on his hair slightly as her body got used to having him inside her.

"Move.

Please move baby" she said before moaning as he hit her cervix.

Seth pulled out slowly before rolling his hips allowing his dick to hit all the right places inside her.

Harper couldn't control her moans as he hit places inside had that she didn't know existed.

It was amazing.

It was like ecstasy.

"I'm positive that your fuck a witch" he said as her walls squeezed him perfectly.

He knew he wouldn't last long but wanted to make her cum at least once before he thought about himself.

"Why?" she said before moaning.

"Because you put a....spell....on me" he said before groaning.

She wrapped her arms around him as he started to speed up.

Sweat began to cover their bodies as Harper's moans got louder as she stuffed her face into the crook of his neck.

"More" she moaned before biting his ear lobe causing him to throb inside her.

He slid his hand down to her glistening clit before rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.

She screamed out as the pleasure began to overwhelm her.

Her legs began to tremble as she git closer to her release.

Suddenly he hit the spot that made her see stars.

She let out a scream like moan "Right there.

Fuck it's so good baby" she said.

He continued hitting that one spot as she bit his shoulder as she clung to him.

"Gonna cum" she said as she struggled to get anything but moans out.

"Me too" he said before moaning.

Harper threw her head back before screaming as her release washed over her leaving her brain dead.

Seth grunted and whined as his thrusts became sloppy before moaning as he held her hips in place as he shot his cum deep inside her.

He panted before collapsing beside her.

Harper could feel his cum rushing out of her as he sat up.

"Where are you going?" she said thinking he was going to leave.

"To the bathroom to grab a wash cloth so I can clean you up.

I'll be back in a second" he said before walking to the bathroom.

She smiled as she realised that she wouldn't have to hide her feelings for him anymore.

He came back out with a fresh pair of boxers on and a damp washcloth.

He sat next to her and began to clean her up as she looked at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I like you.

I've liked you for so long and I feel like I can finally admit it" she said.

He smiled "I feel the same.

I honestly thought you weren't interested until now" he said.

She let out a soft hiss from the over-stimulation as he tried his best to be careful.

"Sorry" he said.

"It's ok" she said.

He then put the washcloth in the laundry basket before coming back to the bed.

Harper got dressed in one of Seth's shirts as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Did you enjoy everything?" he asked.

"It was the most incredible thing I've ever done in my entire life" she said.

He kissed her shoulder before leading her to the bed.

"Lay down" he said.

She laid on the bed before laughing as Seth tucked her in.

He smiled before kissing her.

Harper looked into his eyes before laughing as he rushed to get into bed with her.

"You're too adorable" she said as he laid beside her.

She moved so she was lying on his chest.

"What does this mean?

Are we dating now?" she asked.

"Yeah.

I mean what we did wasn't just a hookup to me" he said.

"Me neither" she said.

"Tomorrow is going to be interesting" he said.

"They don't need to know what we did.

This is just for us to know" she said before placing a kiss on his chest.

[lonelimbless]

(Different anon, just wanting to clarify that real quick.)

This is mostly my own spin with some wholesomeness thrown in:

During Legends, Raymesis ends up teaming up with Rayman (hence why he's playable) in order to take Ales down, as he got quite enough of the dude.

Before Legends though, all the way back during Rayman 2 actually, Raymesis ends up befriending Dark Globox and at some unknown point also Glombrox. Despite being a seemingly big brute who likes to scare people, Glombrox was surprisingly the most level-headed of the group. Raymesis ends up actually prefering the hero-turned-criminal that was Glombrox over his original father (Mr. Dark). So Raymesis ended up getting himself and his two siblings some new frog friends. If you know that meme of a tired looking guy holding a gremling on a leash, that's pretty much Glombrox with the group, or at least most of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Glombrox and Tychon could enjoy just taking the day of and read or go explore some ancient ruins for lost knowlegde.

Zephyr and Dark Globox pretty much constantly encouraged each other's chaotic nature.

Raymesis mostly just rolled with everyone quite frankly.

At some point Tychon does end up getting a crush, this being on the princess Olympia, after she saved him by stopping a large ogre's fist with just one hand. Tychon ended up chatting with Olympia quite a bit, about her home of Olympus, her powers, why she was here and so on. She in return asked about a lot of the things Tychon had going on, true she wasn't booksmart like they were, but they were still curious which Tychon liked.

Zephyr meanwhile does end up getting a wholesome friendship with Tily the Fairy, both of them going around pranking people and causing mischief. This does help Zephyr slowly leaning more towards the good side of chaos. Zephyr does have to remind her that Dark Globox is not a frog to use as a bouncing castle from time to time though.

Rayman and Raymesis meanwhile becomes rivals/frienemis, but Raymesis would never admit to actually liking Rayman's company after all these years.

In the future, we're talking about post-Mini here, Mr. Dark returns to the group. Raymesis, after both meeting Glombrox and teaming up with Rayman is kinda hesitant to return to his side. At first they team up, but it's actually Glombrox and Zephyr who decides to make a change here; first with Glombrox beating Mr. Dark to a pulp after getting enough of his ego ruining everything they planned and just overall not liking the guy, and Zephyr who when later on Mr. Dark is near-defeat asks her to open a portal to get him out of there, she refuses which ultimately leads to Mr. Dark dying. (I was also thinking Ly the Fairy, but i thought Olympia would be more interesting, unless you want me to elaborate.)

For a moment they don't know what to do with themselves, but as time passes, they end up actually prefering to live without Mr. Dark. Tychon does eventually leave the group, deciding to move to Olympus with Olympia, while Zephyr ends up becoming Voodoo Mama's new assistant. Raymesis stayed behind with Dark Globox and Glombrox though, the three of them turning one of Ales' old hideouts into a new house. Raymesis still keeps in contact with his siblings to this day, and while he still doesn't wanna admit it, he's thankful that Rayman won that battle all those years ago.

Oh, this is very wholesome indeed...

Besides some things that I wanted to clarify is with that battling Mr Dark is much more of a team effort and I'm not too sure if I want Tychon to have a crush on Olympia, perhaps just have her as a friend or what not. Other than those, this is such good stuff.

I especially enjoyed Dark Globox and Zephyr being chaotic buddies so here ya go. I might draw the rest soon. And I think I'll rename Dark Globox into Maddox, to fit in with the group.

They're having soft tacos later ✨/ref

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

For the Ghostbur centric au: 3, 8, 11, 13, and 22!!

Did anything inspire this au?

YES I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS YAYAYAY!!! This entire AU would not exist at all if it weren’t for these two things:

I’d Rather Be Alone by Brye

a compilation of tiktoks that got recommended to me on youtube

I know that last one is rather harrowing, but let me explain!

In late June of this year, I was in the car on a long roadtrip, listening to music. I’d Rather Be Alone started playing on shuffle, I believe, and as I listened I was overcome by a particularly vivid scene of Dream and Ghostbur. It was surprising to have such a scene enter my brain because Ghostbur & Dream just aren’t a duo that I think about often lol. But man, it was such a vivid scene!! It was a modern AU, and Dream was shouting at Ghostbur and threatening him while Ghostbur tried to press himself into a wall. Interesting!

That was pretty much where the idea went dry, however; I tried to think of an explanation as to why Ghostbur & Dream were in that situation, but I couldn’t come up with anything satisfactory. I still thought about the scene whenever I listened to I’d Rather Be Alone, but apart from that, I kinda let it drift from my head.

About a month later, I was scrolling youtube and got a pretty strange recommendation: a compilation of tiktoks that young teenagers made about running away from home. I watched a few minutes of it, intrigued but not super interested. Then, all of a sudden, it hit me: a crisp mental image of Ghostbur walking through a dark neighborhood, with a very young Tommy (like, toddler-aged) folllwing him. In my mind, they were running away, but I had no idea why.

THEN. MERE MINUTES LATER. IT HIT ME AGAIN: THE SCENE OF DREAM & GHOSTBUR. GHOSTBUR & TOMMY RUNNING AWAY FROM HOME. WHAT IF… I COMBINED THEM???

As a result, I’ve wound up with this: Ghostbur, Dream, and Tommy are all brothers. Dream is abusive towards Ghostbur. Ghostbur, one day, decides to run away with Tommy. Much more stuff happens and the AU is much more complex than this, but yeah!!

What platonic relationships are important in this au?

Ghostbur and Dream, by far the most important! This has been the most fascinating part of the AU for me, because 1) I’m exploring a relationship that I haven’t thought much about before, and 2) I’m exploring a version of their relationship where they’re brothers. Which is so obscure and strange!! But my gosh it’s been really fun to think about.

Is there any relationship that's different in this au than in the source material?

Again, Dream and Ghostbur! In canon, they definitely are not related in any way lol. I feel pretty confident saying that I’m the first person to ever say “what if they were brothers” ajsfajgskagsjs BUT DUDE IT’S BEEN SO FUN!!! THEM BEING BROTHERS HAS BEEN SO FUN TO WORK WITH!!!

Write a lil snippet set in this verse.

Congratulations my friend Hazel. Because of you asking this question, I put down the very first words for this fic :) I’d been quite stuck on it beforehand and hadn’t written a thing, but your question was motivating!! So thank you :D

For context, the three brothers are parked in a McDonald’s parking lot because Dream thought it would be a good idea to get ice cream at like 9pm aksgajsgjags. Unfortunately Tommy is literally Four Years Old and Hungry.

~~~

“I want chicken nuggets!” Tommy announces, setting his empty cup into the cupholder built into his car seat. 

“No.” Dream pokes around his own cup. “I already said no.” 

“Please?” 

“No, Tommy.” 

Ghostbur watches them both; his younger brother, with stained cheeks and blue eyes, and his not-quite-as-young other brother, sitting behind the wheel and stubbornly attempting to scoop out the last of the sticky caramel from the plastic. He inhales. “I think it’s alright, Dream.”

“Hm?”

“I think it’s alright. We can get some chicken nuggets for him.”

Dream looks up, meeting his eyes while chewing slowly. Ghostbur raises his eyebrows slightly. Dream sighs. “It’s late.”

“We’ve already gotten ice cream.”

“He doesn’t need anymore food.”

“He can have a little.”

“He doesn’t need any.”

“But I’m hungry!” Tommy interjects. 

Ghostbur glances back at him, grinning. He looks to Dream. “He’s hungry.”

Dream is still for a moment, and then he lets out a long, loud sigh. Without a word, he sets down his cup and places both hands on the wheel. 

Tommy cheers. Ghostbur laughs, softly, and he thinks that he wouldn’t choose to have any other life than this.

____

“I thought you said it was too late for food?” Ghostbur questions, popping a fry into his mouth.

Dream glances at him out of the corner of his eyes. “It’s only fair that I got something for us, too. Otherwise we would’ve just gotten hungry smelling the nuggets.” 

Ghostbur shifts until he can see into the backseat. Tommy looks out the window, swinging his legs happily as he munches on a chicken nugget. Ghostbur smiles even though Tommy isn’t looking at him. 

“You haven’t even thanked me yet.” Dream’s face still looks a bit annoyed, but his voice is light. “I bought you food and you don’t even say thank you. What a brother.”

“My sincerest apologies, dear Dream.” Ghostbur grins, putting another fry into his mouth. Dream looks at him—his full face, this time—and grins back. One hand on the wheel, he reaches his other for the cupholder nearest to him, where Ghostbur had placed the small carton of fries that Dream had bought for them both. Dream grabs a few fries and stuffs them into his mouth, eyes watching the dark road. They’re driving through backroads now; they’d left the highway some minutes ago, replacing the streetlights and chain restaurants with green fields and stars. Ghostbur knows that sheep live in these fields. He wishes it were bright enough to see them now. He likes driving past them during the day and catching small glimpses into their quiet lives. He’s always liked sheep.

~~~

You get another snippet too, because I wanted to share both :)

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Then Dream finds a band-aid. It’s a yellow one. 

“See?” He says after sticking it onto Ghostbur’s skin, even though Ghostbur was in front of a mirror and could’ve done it himself. “That’s better, right? It’s like it never happened.”

Ghostbur stares at his reflection. His brown eyes, his now messy hair, his blue sweater with a little embroidered sun over his heart, and his yellow band-aid. He can see the edges of a bruise peaking out from the fabric. 

Dream’s reflection looks at Ghostbur’s reflection, and he reaches over and musses up his hair—a familiar gesture, made with a fondness that Dream reserves specifically for Ghostbur. Ghostbur’s the only one he trusts. The only one he feels safe with. Ghostbur knows this. Dream’s fingers are soft against the skin of Ghostbur’s head, and then the fingers fall away. Dream’s reflection tells him goodnight, and then he walks out of the small bathroom. Ghostbur continues staring at himself for some moments. Slowly, he reaches up two fingers, lightly pressing the band-aid. It hurts. He lets his fingers drop. 

He has trouble sleeping. It happens every now and again; often enough for doctors to prescribe him medication, but not often enough for Ghostbur to remember to take it. He lies awake now, eyes trained on the ceiling where little plastic stars glow. Dream had stuck dozens of them up there, years ago. Ghostbur doesn’t remember why. It may have been his birthday, or he may have been having a really awful day. Perhaps it was both. 

Regardless, Dream had stuck the stars onto Ghostbur’s ceiling, and they’ve stayed ever since. Ghostbur likes them. They’re not as good as real stars, but they’re fun, and childish in a comforting way, and they make him feel safer. 

Ghostbur breathes in deeply through his mouth. He can smell artificial fruit in his breath when he exhales; toothpaste that had washed away the salt and grease from the fries. Ghostbur’s never been able to use mint toothpaste without his mouth burning. He thinks the flavor he has now is watermelon. It tastes nothing at all like watermelon. It’s better than mint, though. 

“Look at me.” 

Ghostbur flinches, and the skin under his band-aid flashes with a pain he doesn’t want to remember. Dream hadn’t meant to do it that hard. He knows that. He knows it was an accident. 

He rolls over with a sigh, the uninjured side of his face pressing into his pillow. He can’t see any of the stars anymore. 

He doesn’t sleep. 

What was the hardest to write about this fic?

I haven’t written enough to say (so far, every snippet I’ve written has been easy) but there is a particular scene that will be emotionally hard to write, I think. It involves heavy Ghostbur angst :(

[theskysucksflow3rs]

The IT couple PDA

-MinhoXreader

//DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDITS//

A/n: so, this is my first writing post here (my first writing in general too as I'm just trying to explore my own writing skill.

About- honestly just a simple (not too horny night) for a warm and cheeky couple.

Warnings (it's all mild frfr)

Petnames (Love, babe, etc.)

Playful cursing

Suggestive

Naked cuddling

Interesting...hand placements, though fluff.

{I hope y'all enjoy my first writing!}

Minho was taking a night walk in the calming streets with his beautiful girlfriend whom he was madly in love with. It's been 2 years since you both are dating, a month since you proposed to Minho and were both getting engaged in the coming week. He was walking with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, barely being able to resist your cute bubble butt, he wanted to smack it so bad, but you guys were heading home anyways, so he could hunt your butt all night long.

"Love, I swear I'm gonna die someday just from controlling myself"

"Dude I ain't even doing anything rn"

"Well you are walking and swaying this cute little butt of yours"

He could've sworn you moved a shade brighter towards the redder scale, but decided not to embarrass you too much in public and listened to you speak

"Don't you dare smack it, babe. I know your tendencies a little too well for my own good." you said in mock-annoyance, making him laugh

"Sorry not sorry, sweetie."

"Yikes, hun, never beating the cheeky allegations."

You both playfully bantered for a while before reaching home, already feeling like an old married couple when you guys playfully fought. But hey, who was complaining.

"Alright, we're home..finally." Minho mumbled as he looked at you locking the door from the inside with the house keys. He grinned and gave you a nice little (not so little to be precise) smack on the butt.

"The fuck- you little asshole-! I told you not to smack my poor butt?!"

To which Minho burst out laughing, running ahead of you as you chased him, he wanted to enter the kitchen for some water after that walk anyway and grinned mischievously as he felt you playfully clutching onto him once you caught on.

"Jeez girl, I just smacked it, I didn't even fuck it yet..~"

he said, trying to look innocent for fun and then suddenly picked you up by the waist and sat you down on the counter as he rested one of his hand on your chin, making it lift and bring your face close to him for a simply affectionate lip peck, while he was standing between both of your legs as he looked at you with an amused but fond grin, and you could only wrap your limbs around his cozily.

"Man I thought it was going to be a nice one, what'd you sat me on the counter for?"

You asked with an eye roll to which he smirked slyly.

"Nicer what, darling? The kiss or the....hand placements? Or perhaps your preference for a punishment than a kiss?"

he asked cheekily to which you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I think a nice little kiss would work well."

you said with a little chuckle at his look of fondness.

"What? No kissing for your soon-to-be-fiance?" you spoke again with a playful grin

"Bae, I honestly thought of depriving you of it, but you just had to add in the little fiance part, huh?"

He asked with a widening smirk and let a hand around your waist to hold you flush against him and locked his lips with yours. You both had a nice and lazy makeout with both of you pressed against each other, tongues and lips dancing with eachother soothingly in the comfiest way a kiss could take place. Though he was simply mischievous tonight, and wanted to see how well you could deep throat. So he let his tongue delve deeper into your throat. 'impressive'. He thought to himself once he felt that you really were a good one. Not that he didn't know, but it still fascinated him everytime. He playfully delved his tongue more into your throat, making you giggle softly and pull away

"What in the actual fuck were you tryna do in there, love? A bit more in and I could've sworn you would taste my delish tummy HCl."

you said with a playful eye roll, smiling at how his hands had been all over you through this comfy little makeout session, currently having his one hand on my waist, holding me nice and tight as the other one squeezed my inner thigh every now and then, a usual seen in *our* household these days.

"let's go to bed, love? It's getting late~"

He smiled and nodded at your request, picking your cute little frame up from the counter and headed to the bedroom, playfully throwing you down on the bed and pouncing on you like it's devouring time, only to affectionately kiss your nose and move away.

"I hate you, you know that?" you asked with a resigned dramatic sigh

"Aww why?" he said with a soft laugh and tugged on the hem of your shirt softly

"Are you in the mood for nakey cuddles though? Because I realllyy am, love."

He asked as he batted his eyelashes I'm an attempt to look cute, to which you could only be so unserious and flip him off, but as for the demand, you were never not in the mood for those. It was like the ultimate comfiness ever.

"I mean, why the hell not?"

You couldn't resist but comply, and he couldn't resist but strip you naked right away, what a match. You chuckled at him stripping you off so eagerly and shook your head affectionately. "weirdo..."

I watched him strip for a moment lemme free my bestie myself, love? you asked with a little grin, you've always called his cock your 'bestie' because...again, why the hell not. So as he stripped off his pants, you took off his boxers and tossed them aside, holding his warm cock in your comfy grip, feeling that mushy skin layer that, as weird as it was, seemed adorable to you. And it was honestly just for the comfort as you cuddled the shit out of him, your limbs were completely wrapped up around him in bliss, as one of his hand caressed her back, occasionally moving up to tangle his fingers with your soft locks and caressing your scalp, also making sure to move his hand down and give your ass some well deserved lazy gropes while his other hand moved up to gently fondle you breasts, almost by habit, since he absolutely treasured those little pillows of yours, be it in a sexual way or not and you were well aware and used to the cute sight and the comfy feel. You both stayed in comfortable silence for a while, feeling both tired after the long day but way too comfy to want to miss the feeling of these cuddles and sleeping.

"Woman I freakin can't wait for our engagement already..."

He said, soundly oddly adorable and lax, which made you laugh softly and nod your head, your face leaning to bury in his neck comfortably as you occasionally placed sweet little pecks there.

"Same, love.. Can't wait to be legally marked as yours by a damn priest~" grins

GUYS I don't even know what the hell I did. But I did try keeping it out of the horny level considering this is my first one. Also I'm kinda fidgety about the EXTRA long ff, considering it's over 6k words and all that. y'all can notify me if a shorter one would be better or are the long ones interesting enough, if they are, that is. Also, I'm totally open for suggestions towards improvement.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

So I just saw one of yours umbrella academy post. Imagine if Umbrella academy familly met cursed princess club, how do you think it would go?

(Sorry I just woke up; so my thoughts might be a bit jumbled)

Umbrella Academy x Cursed Princess? Now that a crossover I haven’t seen! But!!!

Now I feel like if the umbrella gang from season 1 meet the princess; it would probably be chaos.

- for one thing; if the UA somehow got transported to the Princess world; they’d be so so confused? (“Five you can travel to different dimensions??” “No??? Idk how this happened”)

- s1 Luther and Lorena would get along. Maybe Diego too…All three of them are very strong and they all want to protect their family.

- Alison would probably try to remember as much detail about this world because she absolutely going to tell this story to Claria. She probably hang out with Maria

- once she find out the princess are actually teenagers she probably get a bit worried for them.

- Klaus and Jamie would hang out. But Jamie would definitely get uncomfortable around Klaus since S1 Klaus is an addicts and idk if the pastel kids like, know what addict are.

-Jamie’s would forcefully try to talk to Five. Because one he thinks he’s a kid (oh thank god there a another kid here around my age) and two he wants to talk to fashion with him. And three, Jamie probably wants to help five because he could tell something was off.

- also??? Victor and Gwen??? Oh my god those 2 are super similar. But Victor would like low-key be uncomfortable with how happy and positive the Pastel kids are and how they have healthy (at first glance) relationship.

-if S1 gang meet the Curse princess club? They would probably fight. But after the fight they probably stay and try to figure out how to get home with their help (the UA gang are reluctant but they don’t have any other choice)

- Prez would try to help them, with different levels of success. (Luther, Klaus, and Allison I can see Prez being successful). But with the others; it take a longer time to help.

- the UA gang once again feels weird that an actual 25 year old has better communication with her emotions then them….

-They have mixed feels on the Plaid Princes and King Leland. (That dude is totally suspicious.” “Ew plaid?? With pastel?? That a horrible look” “why does he keep wanting to have them be married?”

- five is so so stressed. First he in the body of a 14 year old, then his siblings don’t believe him about the apocalypse THEN he’s transported to a new colorful world. That boy is so angry and anxious; he just wait for the commission to strike. (He half believes that he’s in a situation or he’s having a weird dream)

If the S2 UA gang meet the Princess? Nothing super major would change.But there would be more talking and less “fuck around and do whatever type of plan”

-S2 Allison would immediately try to adopt all the pastel kids. (Were is you dad? Wait he leaves for super long trip? You don’t know what he does for work???)

- s2 Diego would be like 100% more suspicious of King Leland. (He would also definitely teach the kids how to throw a knife)

-s2 Klaus would actually try to talk to the kids and try to figure out what is happening. But in like a odd semi cryptic way? He would go from place to place gathering info and making enemies.

-s2 Luther and five are just…exploring and learning about the world. Probably end up helping Klaus.

-s2 victor lose his memory so he like super confused about what’s going on. But he like, help take care of the palace and kids and teaches them how to play the violin.

-s2 gang meeting the cursed princess? They still try to fight; but less so. They actually try to work with them; but not try to communicate on what their feelings.

S3 gang? Oh there so fucking tired of dealing with the apocalypse and whatever that this might as well happen!

-S3 Allison is so so angry and bitter but she try not to take it out on the kids. (Jamie forcefully try to talk to her)

S3 Luther and Diego are just vibing. They talk and question Leland and his motivation because why the hell not? What gonna happen? Another apocalypse yeah, whatever.

-s3 victor would try to talk to Gwen because damn; the little girl is so painful like him. He would also probably get along better with Prez too.

-S3 Klaus and Five also try to find out what going on; but this time they would actively go to the plaid kingdom place and search for clues.

As for how the family would get home? Not a clue? Maybe either a magic object or thought the power of love?? Idk

Oh my goddd I forgot about Ben!! Ok so like he’s a ghost? So there like a 50% change that ghost can be seen in the pastel world; so depending on witch season goes to the Pastel world, there different reasons.

S1 gang is shocked and upset that Ben was here the whole time!!

S2 gang are still upset that he’s here but yay! He’s here!!

S3 ???? :( no ghost!ben in season 3

(Ughhh hope this rambles was to you’re satisfaction! Sorry that not like a whole lot of characters analyzing…But this was pretty fun to do?)

[notsobxd]

task #3- absence

dear ma,

hi ma, it's james. jim. it's been a while, a long... long time, actually. i miss you.

i bet you're worried sick right now, wondering if i've managed to get myself killed — i'm sure you're looking to the stars and just hoping that i'm alright. hoping i'm alive. that i'm safe. i am, ma, i'm all of those things. i haven't gotten into too much trouble, and morgan is here with me— she's not really assisting in the staying out of trouble part, but you know they'd never let me do anything that would actually put myself in danger. maybe my reputation but, never me— never my life.

so, a bit of an explanation— i got stuck in this town on a planet called 'earth,' which is honestly a pretty fascinating planet. i remember hearing stories about it but, i always thought it ceased to exist. yet, here it is !! the town im in, it's called evermore. i know... weird name for a town, right ?? i thought so too. what's even weirder about it is that you can't leave it— no matter what you do or where you go, you'll always end up right back in town. that's why i haven't come home. that's why i haven't been able to contact you. i've written tons of letters like this but... space-mail isn't really a thing. not yet, anyways.

i've been here about a year or so now, though i'm not entirely sure. time seems to move so much slower on earth and yet i feel like the days are slipping through my fingers. i had a girlfriend for a little while, you would of loved her. her name is rosetta. she was... like everything you could have dreamed of for me to find in a partner. she was a gardener, and she LOVED flowers. i think you would have went crazy seeing how different plants are on this planet. she had this wild red hair and always was dressed to the nines, and her accent ?? it was adorable. she was adorable. though, as you can assume by my use of the past tense— we're not together anymore. she wanted to settle down, start a life here, make evermore WORK but... i'm itching to get out, ma. i can't stay here for the rest of my life. not when there are so many corners of the galaxy left to explore. it was for the best, and i still care for her even if i am lousy at showing it, but, god you woulda loved her. i know you would have. you both could have mothered me together, scolded me for not getting my life together in unison. now that woulda been a sight.

i've done a lot of things i'm not proud of here. i've fallen back into old habits, had some brushing-of-elbows with the law, made a couple enemies.... your head would likely be rolling hearing about some of the nonsense i get into— especially when me and morgan are left to our own devices but... i'm doing my best, ma. i'm thinking about you everyday. i'm thinking about you and the inn and long john silver. you've always been the strongest person i've ever known, and i wish i had a way to show you sign that i'm alive and i'm doing okay.

i've got some cool friends amongst the enemies, and... theres this girl i've had the most embarrassing crush on for as long as i can remember and i'm finally getting to know her. ma, she is out of this world. getting to hang out with her, to hear her thoughts, to see her smile ?? it's greater than any treasure i could find or adventure i could go on. she has the most fascinating outlook on the world, and everyday i get to know her a little better. she helps to keep me grounded, reminds me that there is still adventure left to have here. i don't know why she gives me the time of day but man— i'm a lucky dude for it. don't get too excited, though, i'm not going to tell you her name. i don't want to jinx it, but maybe one day, if i don't mess this up, you'll get to meet her. i hope you do.

i miss you more than words can describe, ma. i'd give anything to have you here with me right now. you always worried about losing me, but i promise that no matter how many lightyears apart we are— you'll never lose me. i'm still upholding my promise, and i'm gonna make you proud.

look for me in the stars, ma. that's where i always seem to find you.

your son,

jim.

[pussyterminator88]

Hospital Rave

I was going to take a car ride with my friends to this abandoned hospital, however we were to many people. So one of us had to sit on someone’s lap, which happened to be me. The oldest dude driving promised to drive carefully but he did not do that. So we got stopped by the cops and I was the one getting pulled away from the car because I sat in someone’s lap. The cop searched me and asked me multiple times, if I had things on me, I should not have. Obviously I lied and said no. Thankfully the cop didn’t find anything on me hihi, but because I was underage at that time the police had to call one of my parents and tell them where I was, and what I had done. The cop asked after my phone to call my mother however I realized I forgot my phone at that older dudes apartment (I’m so stupid lmao). So, the cop told me to get in their car, at that point I thought it’s over for me bruh. The police called my mother from their phone and I could hear the disappointment in my mother’s voice I just knew that I broke her trust to me which sucked, because I love my mother. Then the cop gave me the phone so I could say a few things to my mom. Basically, I said sorry for what I had done and asked if I should go back home. My mom answered with “I don’t care you get back on ur own”. That shi made my heart drop lowkey

So I was stranded in this city because I lived 1h and 30min away from home and no trains where going at 02:00 am to my city. The next train would be going at like 05:00 am. So when the cop released me, I thought fuck it I just got caught by a cop and my mother is disappointed at me, so I decided to go on that rave in the abandoned hospital anyway. However I said to myself that I’m not stepping foot in that car again because that was not the first time I was being stopped by the police and searched with this driver. So I walked by foot but I could do that because it wasn’t far.

Now I’m at the hospital rave and it was very cool like lights everywhere and people start to reel in the later it gets. There was a “guard” that check for tickets, we didn’t buy any beforehand so we could buy them at the door instead but it always costs more at the door. The older dude driving felt bad for what had happened to me so he bought a ticket for me, however the guard was so high that he couldn’t do simple math so we got a lower price for the tickets lol. When I went in it was surprisingly compact and well kept meaning no graffiti or vandalism, but the building was still old. Not many organizers knew about this place yet ig. There was cool lasers pointing up on the celling and walls. The stage was in the reception with cool neon decor and the place for chilling was at an operation room it had a bunch of mattresses on the floor and they had even dragged in an old couch in there, it was a very cozy room. I took a line and went to dance w my bestie to get the nerves out from the cop incident, later when it started kicking in I suggested to my friends that we should explore the hospital. The corridors were long like highways and sometimes by the wall there could be a couch standing, and because there was no electricity it was dark asf but it looked so cool with the lights they put up. All the doors where open and free to just walk into I remember that I tried to turn on the sink in one of the rooms but it didn’t work, then I found another friend out of nowhere, I had no clue she would be here. But she said that she was working here at this rave today and she showed me where the secret exit was in case the cops came. So that was cool. But we saw cool things while exploring like old hospital beds, tools for operating etc.

I was raving until the sun came up. Then I realized it was time to get back home I was so tired I didn’t even want to think about the consequences I would get when I got back home. Also for those wondering, I got my phone back, later during the day, but I never really use my phone on raves anyways, but that is what makes it fun when no one is on their phones just having fun fr.

Hope u enjoyed my hospital rave story, I’m sad I couldn’t get any cool pics I just have 1 video that I got from my friends phone. It’s a video of when me and my friend just got into the hospital and her suggesting to dance lol.

[velathetanager]

Okay hear me out.

Once upon a time, there was little Cloaker from a dream. No one knew who had dreamed of him. It had really been such a small dream. The little Cloaker began to think. “I don’t want to disappear. How can I make people dream of me?” The little Cloaker thought and thought, until finally he found a safehouse and came up with an idea. “I will let those humans come into my world... and they will make their own prison.”

So Alice Human Sacrifice AU. How would that go?

I am telling you right now, Wolf is the first Alice. We all know why. A dream world where he can go on a killing spree without hearing Bain bug him or being in the way of anything or making a job harder? Sign him the hell up! Of course, a dude on a murder spree probably screaming in Swedish is gonna send up red flags, so the people end up arresting him, trying him, deciding he’s insane, and locking him up in an institution. Wolf is currently still there, hallucinating his friends and his old family and murmuring to himself about when he wakes up. Chains is probably the second Alice. He sings to himself privately if some of the safehouse lines are anything to go by, and I feel like bro would go all out in the dream world. So the people are like, “Hey, this guy’s pretty good!” And he becomes a rich celebrity. Of course, with a celebrity status comes crazy fans, and one puts a bullet in him. At which point he goes into a coma. The doctors save him, but he has amnesia and is currently being taken care of in his home, unaware of who or where he is. The third Alice can be Hoxton, who has a fixed face in the dream. Bro’s a con man, so he probably lies and cheats his way to the top, eventually becoming a king loved by the people. But dreams can slowly become nightmares, and Hox starts thinking about his scars and the prison stint, so he sees himself at his absolute worst when he passes mirrors. He can still put on an act, but in private you see a worn, haggard man surrounded by broken mirrors and curled up on the floor, reliving his lowest points. And, of course, the fourth Alice. Siblings. Dallas and Houston aren’t twins, but they are siblings, and that’s close enough. They see it as a chance to bond with who they’re under the impression is a dream version of their brother, so they explore together, unintentionally creating new areas in this Wonderland (ha ha). The deeper they go, the less they want to stop. If Houston wakes up, he goes back to his kind of distant big bro who sometimes confuses him and Hoxton when they’re in masks (the medic bags aren’t good for him). If Dallas wakes up, he goes back to the little bro who kind of resents him and no one can blame him. It’s just a few more hours of sleep, after all. What’s so bad about that?

So yeah, an AU that can and should exist.

[blooming-violets]

hi! just finished reading Dancing On My Own and the sequel, and i wanted to say your writing is superb! it felt like my heart was breaking right alongside the characters, and the way you write is so captivating and heart-wrenching. I lowkey thought peter got away too easy, though, the man caused so much emotional damage i couldn’t forgive him as easily as reader did lol 😭 was wondering if you have ever or would consider writing a crazy angsty alternate ending where she ends up with gabe and peter has to watch on the sidelines?

I think it's so funny that I managed to write a Peter Parker fic for the Peter Parker fandom where Peter is one of the most hated characters I've ever written and a made up random dude I threw in to push the plot along is more beloved then the star of the show. I did that boy so dirty. People hate Peter's ass in these two fics. If I learned anything from writing those two stories, it's that I know how to villainize and fuck up a typically very loveable character.

I'm gonna ramble about it under the cut and explain why I don't feel up for writing an alternate version but (long story short) it's because the og ending fits too perfectly with their characters for me to even think about writing it a different way.

Originally what I intended to do was capture the heartbreak and pain of unrequited love from Robyn's Dancing On My Own song and translate that same hurt into a story. When I try to mold that into a tasm plot, it was fairly easy, because I always like to make sure that Gwen/her death is a big part of Peter's story when I write anyway so it kind of fit in perfectly for this. What is never explored in tasm canon world is exactly how Gwen's death affected Peter. Prior to No Way Home, all we get is him giving up Spider-Man for a while, clearly depressed, and then going back to it at the end. Since there was no third movie, those critical years after her death are up for the audience to decide. In No Way Home, we get the wonderful line of him not pulling his punches. That implies he went to a dark place, wasn't afraid of seriously hurting people, and sort of gave up on life. As a writer, that excites me, because I love a ruthless, angry, depressed Peter Parker and getting to explore that side of a character is like a wet dream for me. I love dark, morally corrupt characters. How does the sudden, untimely death of someone he loves break his psyche? How does watching his lover fall to her death and holding her dead body in his arms break a person? How does the guilt of not saving her in time eat away at his soul? He's supposed to be a hero. How can he not save the one person he's supposed to protect? How bitter and mean can a person become when all they feel is a stinging, numb sense of guilt and a constant, lingering dread? How far can a hero fall before they become the villain of their story?

Throw in a character to play opposite him who lived a life of abuse, guilt, and heartache herself and you've got the plot of Dancing On My Own! She doesn't know what it means to be loved without added conditions. Her unstable upbringing, lack of love, and abuse lead to a character who makes poor choices. From the outside, of course she should pick Gabe. He's smart, kind, funny, and caring...everything Peter used to be. He has all the qualities her old friend used to have but he doesn't have the lifetime of history with her. The only person she has ever been truly loyal to is Peter, regardless of how he treats her, because that's all she knows. How do you write a young woman who experiences a life of abuse, who has not received an ounce of decent therapy, and has been trauma bonded to her childhood friend? You write her to make questionable choices BUT choices that fit within her character's mindset at the time she is making them.

She's been waiting her entire life for Peter to show her romantic love. When she finally gets it, she's going to take it, regardless of how it looks from an outside point of view. She needs this. She needs to know what it feels like for Peter show romantic interest in her because she's been obsessed with that fantasy since middle school. Right now, she can't see it from the outside because she's so deep in it. It's the point of the story where you yell at your screen that these characters need therapy and a good slap to shake some sense into them. Unfortunately it's also where I chose to end the story as well haha. If this was an actual book, I'd let them explore this relationships for a few chapters, let them witness it first hand as it crashes and burns and slowly destroys them until they figure out themselves that maybe things were rushed. Peter needs some help. Reader needs some help. They both need friends outside of each other. They need to process their trauma. They both need time apart to understand how to be their own person without their unhealthy dependency on each other. But that's not going to happen. Yet. I think that a kiss and confession of love does not mean that two people are destined for each other in that exact moment.

While I don't consider this story to have the happiest of endings (I love me some angst), I do think it's fairly realistic for the way these two characters have been crafted. If she just rejected Peter and went to the hospital with Gabe, it wouldn't have been true to anything her character has show us prior to that moment. She drops everything for Peter. Always. That's all she knows how to do. She puts Peter before anyone else, including herself. It can sometimes be a positive character trait but it can also be the most negative one she has. A good therapist would help her figure that out. Or just a good, close friend other than Peter. But at the moment of the story end, she doesn't have either of those. So she choses Peter. It just makes sense to me in what her character would do.

Do I think she still visited Gabe in the hospital the next day? Yes. Do I think that Gabe would still be willing to be her friend? Yes. I don't think he holds grudges and genuinely likes her (even not in a romantic sense). Do I think that he can slowly become a voice of reason in her life? Yes.

But not yet.

Because I ended the story at the kiss instead of writing further. Because I like angsty depressed people and characters who make bad life choices. They make me feel more at home ;)

Side note, I very much enjoyed this question and since reading it, I've started writing again. Idk if anything will make it on to tumblr but I haven't written in a long time and it was nice to work that part of my brain again. Sooo thank you, my dear.