#I WANT GHOSTLY BOOPS

[queen-scribbles]

WHY DO I NOT HAVE BOOPS?!

GIVE ME BOOPS TUMBLR

[dotster001]

If your still doing requests can you do a scenario where in the ghost bride event instead it’s the ghost groom and yuu is the one being captured as the bride

The Ghost Groom

Summary: Fem! Reader

CW: just like the ghost bride, the ghost groom has unrealistic expectations about what a princess is, Fem reader, reader gets kissed, but ooooh by whom?

A/N: figured this one was perfect for spooky week! I always enjoy giving the boys opportunities to be silly

One second you were resting in Ramshackle, the next a blue, and handsome, ghostly looking figure was gazing at you lovingly as you slept.

"Oh my God, is this sleep paralysis?" You whispered.

He giggled and booped your nose gently. "No silly. I'm just admiring my princess while she rests! Is there something wrong with that?"

You stiffened, and slowly creeped your hand over to hopefully wake Grim.

"Princess?" You asked nervously.

"Mhmm. I've searched so long for you. You can't blame me for just staring, right?"

"I think you are looking for someone else. I'm not a princess." Your hand finally reached Grim and you attempted to shake him awake.

He frowned. "Princess is a state of being. It's in the glint in your eyes, the quirk of your smile, your adorable furry companion, and your eccentric living quarters. Why, everything about you says, 'beautiful princess waiting for prince charming to save me!' But don't worry too much about it. Once we wed you will be a princess in title as well!"

"Huh?" You croaked out, hearing Grim groan out a confused sound, as some ghost knights approached the bed and pulled you along with them.

…..

"Headmage, the ghosts kicked us out of the school," Ace whined in Crowley's office.

"Headmage, what is going on?" Riddle asked.

"They took my sleeping spot," Leona grumbled.

"Oh, I suppose it is that time again," Crowley groaned, massaging his temples. "Every four years, on this night, the ghosts rise from the grave in search of a bride for the Ghost Prince. They'll be gone by morning. Nothing to worry about. Although," he paused thoughtfully, "usually they only camp out in Ramshackle. They don't tend to go much farther than the greenhouse. It's odd that they'd commandeer the school."

As if on cue, Grim burst into the room.

"Headmage! Some ghosts stole my henchhuman! You have to do something!"

Plan A

"I can't believe we agreed to this," Epel muttered bitterly.

The task force was made up of himself, Lilia, Vil, Silver, and Jamil. The "prettiest" members of the school.

The ones who could pretend they were women and get away with it.

"You want to save Y/N, yes? Then don't blow this, and remember your training," Vil snapped.

Epel grumbled and hiked up his skirts as he climbed a flight of stairs.

"Epel, the art of disguise is a very useful skill. It's something you can use for the rest of your life," Silver offered.

"Ah, that's my boy!" Lilia grinned, ruffling Silver's styled hair affectionately.

"I wouldn't do that, Vil might kill you," Jamil snickered.

The trip was long, and some of the task force had not walked in heels before, but they soon arrived in the dining hall.

"No, no, no! That is the wrong color! Everything must be perfect for my love and my special day!" The prince snapped at a ghost servant who was laying out a tablecloth.

And that's when they saw you. Dressed in a pearl white gown, a shimmering veil in your perfectly styled hair. You were covered in pearls and diamonds, and wearing an enormous, glowing, ring.

Oh. And you were tied down to a chair.

"Play it cool," Vil hissed to Epel, who was about to not play it cool.

Lilia stepped forward first, practically floating as he walked over to the prince in his large green ball gown.

"Your highness," he curtsied deeply, putting on a sweeter, higher pitched voice than normal. "We hope we are not too late. But we heard you were searching for a princess, and wanted to prove we were the truest princesses."

The ghost looked between you and Lilia, confusion on his face.

"But I've already picked my bride."

"They seem to be truer princesses than I am, Erik. At least give them a chance," you said hastily.

He pressed a hand to his chest in awe. "Your kindness knows no bounds! Truly, there can be no better bride than you! But to ease your heart," he turned back to Lilia. "You have permission to try and woo me."

Lilia curtsied again. "You are so kind. It is I! Princess Lilia! I can offer you a large kingdom, with many riches."

"But what is inside your heart, Princess Lilia. Do you have an animal companion?"

"I have a dragon!"

The prince gasped, and shot a bolt of blue lightning at Lilia, causing him to groan.

"A true princess must be rescued from dragons! She would never have a dragon companion!"

"Can't move," Lilia groaned. "Retreat." He hissed from his teeth, but it was too far, too late for them to escape now. Erik's eyes were on them.

"Your highness," Vil gave the most beautiful curtsy anyone had ever seen. "I have no animal companion, for my companion is my loyal hunter and bodyguard, who protects me from all the sins of the world."

"Hmm. That is very princess-like."

"This is so fucked up," you groaned.

"And you are very beautiful. Perhaps you are a true princess," he looked back at you thoughtfully, and your breath hitched. Were you about to be free?

"But Y/N is also a true princess."

"Oh please," Vil snorted. "As beautiful as she is, we all know I am the fairest."

You didn't feel as bad when Vil got struck with the blue lightning. It was well deserved, in your opinion.

"Comparing your beauty to another's is not very princess-like!"

Epel pushed Jamil forward, much to his dismay.

"Um. Your highness, I will bring you great gifts. My kingdom has," Jamil bit his lip nervously, "Jams. Lots of jams. Grape jam. Pear jam. Yam Jam."

"Yam Jam!" You tried to sound excited, hoping it would entice Erik. 

"And jellies!"

"Oh!"

"And spoons! Tiny spoons! How did they get so tiny?"

You gave a cough, and Jamil froze. Then you heard, "Snake Whisper."

"You are unworthy of Y/N, and will give them to me," he said smugly.

Erik raised a brow. Then screeched. "How dare you! I am a true Prince. Of course I am worthy of Y/N!"

Blue flashed and Jamil was frozen.

"So, snake whisper doesn't affect ghosts. Got it," Jamil muttered under his breath.

"Panicked, huh?" You snickered.

"A little, yeah," he whispered back.

Epel stepped forward next, giving an unenthusiastic curtsy.

"I'm Princess Epel," was all he offered.

"You are the one of the fairest maidens I've ever seen! Almost as fair as my Y/N. Don't you agree, my princess?" You nodded enthusiastically, but shivered as you saw Epel begin to shake with rage.

"Her petite frame! Her doe eyes! Why if our daughter is half as beautiful as her, I shall be a very proud man!"

"DAG NABBIT SHUT YER FLIPPIN MOUTH!" 

Erik froze, you stiffened, and Vil groaned in disappointment.

"Epel," he groaned. But the blue lightning was already flying.

"You're not a princess! You're a man! A crude man at that. You're not worthy of me, or my princess."

"COME CLOSER AN I'LL SHOW YOU EXACTLY WHAT I'M WORTHY OF!"

"Please gag him before he says something my princess shouldn't hear!" Erik cried, covering your ears, despite you having heard far worse from Epel in the past.

Once Epel was gagged, he turned to Silver. Who was, much to your dismay, asleep.

"Oh! This one must be a princess! She has a sleeping curse!"

"Maybe you should try to wake her?" You offered helpfully.

He looked at you, a tormented expression on his face.

"But I love you. And only true love's kiss can break the spell. Perhaps if I kiss you instead, our love will burst out and wake her! Minister, well begin now!"

"No! We can't begin! I, uh, I feel bad having a wedding while she's still asleep. And the dining hall isn't finished being decorated yet!" You cried. You'd been told by the ladies who dressed you "not to worry", that once you kissed Erik, you would be able to join his kingdom. His ghostly kingdom. No thanks.

You eyed Silver, hoping that the man who was typically the knight in shining armor would wake and save you. Nothing.

Erik sighed sweetly, pushing a stray strand of hair off your face.

"You're right. The wedding must be perfect. So where are my scones!" That last bit wasn't a question. It was an angry demand.

Crowley put down the mirror he'd been using to watch what the A team was doing.

"Well that was a disaster," he groaned.

"What a load of rubbish! He's literally looking for a princess from an old fashioned fairytale book! That's the only thing he'll let Y/N go for!" Ace shouted.

"It's kind of sweet, if you think about it," Deuce muttered.

"It's bullshit! No one's like that! It's an unrealistic expectation!" Ace snapped back.

"I know! I meant the part about Y/N!" Deuce snapped.

"Enough, cubs. It's obvious he has no intention of releasing Y/N. So we need a different plan," Leona said with a smirk, implying he already had a plan in mind.

"What were you thinking?" Crowley asked tiredly.

"The ghosts leave in the morning, no matter what. If they don't finish the marriage to Y/N, Y/N stays behind. So we just have to ensure the wedding can't happen."

Plan B

"Everyone understands their roles?" Leona asked.

Floyd, Ruggie, Jack, and Ortho nodded.

"Alright. Charge!" He shouted. The five slammed through the door, dead set on causing as much destruction as they could.

Leona began turning anything he could touch into sand; tables, decor, flowers, nothing was safe. 

Floyd smashed every food he could get his hands on, delighted giggles leaving his mouth at regular intervals.

Jack flipped tables, and fought off the guards who attempted to stop them.

Ortho blasted various parts of the hall, having way too much fun doing it.

Ruggie snuck through the crowd to where you and the "princesses" from Plan A were. But your chair wasn't there.

"It's a trap, isn't it," he asked Jamil.

"It wasn't supposed to be," he sighed tiredly.

Ruggie heard an inhuman screech, and felt his body go numb, unable to move.

"Damn," he muttered.

"How dare you? How dare you!!!!" Erik screamed, dragging you along by a rope lead. He must have forgone the chair, and decided to just numb you like the rest.

"You're ruining my special day! Our special day! How dare you!"

He zapped Jack, then Floyd, then Leona, then Ortho. All four verbally protested.

"Shut up! Look what you've done! We'll never finish in time!"

"Initializing death ray," Ortho began.

"No! Ortho! Sevens, please no death ray!" You screamed, quickly followed by everyone else protesting.

The boy pouted, but shut down the death ray anyway.

"I suppose we'll just have to have the wedding now," the ghost groom began.

"No!" You shouted. "I mean, I think my guests and I all agree we at least need a cake, right?"

Erik squished your cheeks together, hearts in his eyes.

"Anything for you, my princess!"

Everyone sighed in relief.

Crowley put down the mirror and looked at the remnants in his office.

"Any other bright ideas?"

Rook bowed deeply, "If he is searching for a fairytale, we must play along. Oui?"

Plan C

Rook lead the march towards the dining hall, his cape and rapier complimenting his outfit nicely. He looked over at his men. The entirety of Heartslaybul. There was no one else he would rather have serve as his knights. Even if they had a hard time getting into character.

"The cape is pulling at my neck," Deuce croaked.

"Then be better!" Ace snapped.

"I will behead both of you this instant,"Riddle hissed, coming off more as mom than knight to the fair Princess.

Cater meanwhile was trying to get a selfie in his knight outfit with Trey, while Trey wanted no part of it.

"C'mon, Trey! We look too good not to post!"

"I'm too focused on the possibility of Y/N dying to look good for a photo!"

They were an unusual group of knights. But still. Rook knew they would more than serve their purpose.

They arrived at the door, but this time, there was a ghost guarding it.

"Who goes there?"

"We're the princess' knights. If you take Y/N, we have to come with." Rook gave a well practiced flourish of a bow, which was mimicked by the men of Heartslaybul.

"Ah!" The guard said. "Of course, forgive us! We should have informed you immediately!" He opened the door, and the men walked through, uninhibited.

Meanwhile…

"Mmm my back hurts. I can't stay in one position for this long anymore," Lilia groaned.

"And I'm bored," Floyd pouted.

"I'm losing out on beauty sleep. My skin will not be forgiving."

"Big brother has been trying to call me home for an hour."

Lilia smiled sweetly at Erik. "Look, forget the cake. How bout you just give her the smoocharoo?"

"What?!?" You shouted. Was Lilia selling you out?

"He seems like a good guy. You'll be fine, Shrimpy."

"I literally won't be fine, that's the whole point!" You cried. But Erik seemed to be thinking. And that wasn't good.

"You'll die, but there's a chance you'll be at the Isle of Woe! Then you have to visit big brother and I!"

"Ortho no! Not you too!" 

"I mean, our guests are saying they don't need cake, my love," Erik whispered, his voice husky as he leaned in slightly.

"No!" You shouted.

"Smoocharoo. Smoocharoo." Lilia began the chant, but multiple voices quickly joined in.

The door burst open, interrupting the chant, and the kiss that was getting closer. You heaved a sigh of relief as you saw Rook and the Heartslaybul boys….all dressed like knights?

"Forgive our tardiness, your highness. Your beloved knights have finally arrived," Rook said loudly.

"Ah, yes. My knights. Good," you said, a fake grin filling your face.

"Your highness, the fact that you did not alert the princess' knights to your intentions, brings this whole arrangement into question," Riddle stepped up next the Rook, his eyes narrowed.

Erik's jaw dropped.

"Oh. You see I was so excited, I didn't…"

"You don't even have proof you can protect our Princess! Look at this room! It looks like a war happened here!" Cater gestured around as he joined the line.

"You're taking things out of context! I defended her, which is why she is still here!" Erik was beginning to get angry again.

Trey cleared his throat and stepped forward, "And what's this about no cake? Our princess deserves the finest of baked goods, which I am more than capable of providing. Do you have a kitchen nearby?"

"Yay! Trey approves of operation smoocharoo!" Ruggie shouted, leading to a couple chants of smoocharoo.

"Oh my sevens!" Ace shouted. "You all have zero dignity! No wonder you're frozen! You don't deserve to be moving with those attitudes!"

"What I meant was," Trey glared at Ace, attempting to keep more lightning at bay, "our Princess deserves the best, and I don't believe you've provided it."

They seemed to have finally gotten through to him. Until Deuce's sword belt just…fell off.

"You aren't real knights!" All five were frozen in one blast.

Rook giggled, "Ah well, we tried to save you. And the bitter defeat, and pure sorrow we will feel at your loss will fuel many a work of art!"

"Thanks Rook," you growled sarcastically.

To dig the dagger deeper into your heart, it was at that moment that the new cake arrived.

"Finally! I can be wed to my Princess!" He dragged your rope lead over to an area that had flowers arranged, and stood you in front of the minister. Funny enough, the minister was self aware and never asked for your consent.

"Then by the powers vested in me-"

"I object!" A voice cried out.

Plan D

You turned your head to see Azul, flanked by Jade and Sebek. Azul wore a crown, and was dressed in the very image of a fairytale prince. Sebek and Jade were in full armor.

"You have stolen my Princess!" Azul said authoritatively.

"Y/N's my princess!" Erik hissed, his impatience finally getting the best of him.

"I have a document right here, between the Princess and I, stating an intent to marry, and join our two kingdoms, for love of each other. You may compare the signature to that of the princess, but you'll find it's quite authentic."

Erik stared at the document in his hands, and suddenly his blue glow turned bright red, nearly blinding all of you.

"No! Y/N IS MY PRINCESS! A PIECE OF PAPER ISN'T GOING TO CHANGE THAT!" You'd only been scared of him before because his kiss meant death. Now you were just scared of him in general. 

"Your highness," One of his ghost knights spoke up. "A true Prince would at least look, and honor the document, lest he becomes the villain." 

Erik took a calming breath, his color going back to blue, and put on a tight smile.

"You're right. Okay, show me your contract."

Azul smiled, and handed him the golden document. He read it over, then looked at you with a heartbroken expression.

"You truly are in love with this Prince Azul? He is your fairytale Prince?" 

Azul smiled smugly at you, and you fought back an eye roll as you nodded sweetly.

"Then I suppose I have to let you go," and suddenly the numbness of your body ceased, and you were able to move. You inhaled heavily.

He looked up into the windows of the dining hall. The sun was starting to rise.

He looked at you sadly, and gently cupped your cheek.  

"I wish you every happiness."

And you couldn't help but believe him.

"Before I go again, my princess, er, your princess, deserves her kiss," Erik whispered. You held back a dry heave at Azul's mock bravado.

"Anything to ease your parting, your highness!" He stalked towards you, and you saw Jade snicker over his shoulder, while Sebek turned bright red.

"Princess?" Azul said with a smirk, though now that he was up close, you could see a tinge of pink over his cheeks.

"Ew, please don't," Ace muttered, but he was struck by blue lightning again.

Deciding to suck it up, you grabbed Azul by the collar, and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened in shock, his face going bright red, but after a moment, he relaxed.  

"Get it, Azul!" Floyd shouted, and he immediately separated himself from you. 

"There, may you rest in comfort," Azul said, an arm around your shoulders, but his red cheeks showed no sign of fading.

"Thank you," Erik smiled softly at you, and all the ghosts faded one by one.

You and Azul stepped away from each other the second the last ghost vanished.

All the people stretched as they became unnumbed, groaning.

"Well that sucked,"Leona grumbled.

"I'll never get the image of Azul kissing Y/N out of my head," Ace moaned.

Epel gagged next to him, as he ripped off the ball gown he was wearing.

"Now what?" Vil groaned, massaging his neck.

The door slammed open.

Plan Party

"Ha! While you guys were busy, the headmage put us in charge of victory party planning!" Kalim announced, his crew following him slowly. One seemed confused, the other didn't want to be there.

"Absolute nightmare. I got the bad end today," Idia muttered as he hid behind the stacks of food Kalim had given him to carry.

Malleus looked around the venue in full confusion. Then he looked sad. 

"Was there a wedding, and I wasn't invited?"

"Don't worry, Tsunotarou, I wasn't really invited either," you said bitterly. This made him smile sweetly, until he saw your outfit, making him confused again.

"But you're the one wearing the wedding gown?"

"Don't worry about it," you muttered. You turned to Kalim. 

"What do you mean you were in charge of the victory party?"

"Well, Malleus and I weren't allowed to try and help, and Idia was busy, so after the headmage sent out operation fairytale prince, he told us to start preparing for the after party!"

You blinked a couple times, then yawned.

"Can we party tomorrow? I'm going to bed."

You ripped off your veil, threw it on the floor, then left the dining hall.

"Quick! Azul! Go after her!"

"Shut your mouth, Floyd!"

It was at that moment, Silver woke up. He looked around in confusion, then frowned at Lilia.

"Did we win, Father?"

"That we did my boy! That we did!"

[ri-afan]

By the way, when ghosts and Ancients appear, should there be any visual effects and sensations? Like Frostbite? A drop in temperature? Surfaces becoming crusted with ice?

For example, a headcanon on Danny who is a cosmic Ancient, an eldritch, a cryptid, a ghostly entity. How would all of this affect him showing up next to a human?

(By the way?)

Oooh 😯 Should there be? Probably not, it would take away the whole invisibility sneak thing they got going on.

But in charged situations? If they want to tip over a bit more to spooky? If it’s just spooky for humans but it’s actually more of a ghost greeting? Hell yeah, I’ll ascribe to it. It can even be tweaked with the emotion they want to enter with, like if they’re pissed or if they are trying to calm things down or if it’s relatively neutral. Coin toss/dice roll on whether it’s different for all, similar based on core type, same for type but application is different based on strength, or just boiled down to general ghostliness.

(Or is this all based off auras and if so, can ghosts physically manipulate theirs and what’s the effects of that? Or does Everyone have one and ghosts/effected people are the only ones who can see/manipulate theirs? Oof, idk. Too many thoughts in the head!)

For one we know/could squeeze into the idea naturally from the show: Clockwork. As Ancient of Time, Clockwork likely messes with time on arrival. It’s probably the least hassle for Clockwork if it’s pausing time than anything else, hence the medallions when the ghost goes to people to pull them out of the pause. (And easiest to keep track of/not melt peoples minds with.)

For Danny… If it’s not a drop in temp because of the whole ghostly/ice core phenomenon and assuming you don’t want two of the same with Frostbite… and you want to go cosmic/space… maybe there’s auditory/speaking issues, like gaps and suppression, or a slight feeling of breathlessness because space is a vacuum? (Isn’t space cold too? Could be an interesting bait and switch if people kept thinking Ice and he pulls up one day with the power of the sun and manipulation of space.) Or if Danny is made an Ancient of Space it could also be feeling an odd pressure, like if you’re temporarily feeling too big or small in your body. Or or! Feeling gravity more or less than what you should be at the time.

If not a space/cosmic thing and you’re going with Phantom being a spirit of Protection then I would have it add a layer of feelings/reactions (specifically not changing any other feelings or otherwise altering minds) based on where the human would fall on his scale of morals: too much on the bad side and you feel trepidation and apprehension, in the good side you may feel safety, courage, or whatever. (The human’s placement on the scale would not be a conscious thing and the deciding factor is more multifaceted as Phantom grows. So long as Phantom is strong and resolute in his morals, you could probably use the reactions to gauge other people.)

Now, Danny-as-human Danny? I’m a sucker for either he’s just Some Guy or Predator Instinct, but it’s not sudden or a big rush of adrenaline. It’s something uncanny for sure because you look at the guy and you don’t know what’s wrong because visually there’s nothing wrong, but the vibes are off. (😅 scary dog vibes but the dude is like a retriever or shepherd or something — scares off the creeps at college parties and he’s long since stopped questioning why he’s invited to the parties. If he’s aware of it, he’d be the guy that sits next to or walks by a girl and then reveals that she was being stalked by a creep but it looks like he’s gone now, so have a nice day/makes sure you are safe and aware)

Like a Big Cat: it’s a predator and can kill you easily and maybe without meaning to, but also… they’re big kitties and you see videos of humans booping their snoots, holding their murder mittens, petting them and whatever. Those zookeeper-class of folks who understand the risks and works with the animals instead of against them. Some people can’t shake off that prey instinct but others are there despite it.

Hit or Miss whether aliens/super powered folks will feel it (looking at the Justice League for crossover fans) for the Human-Danny, but I’d say it’s rare for anyone to be immune to Phantom Effects.

Hope this was to your satisfaction cause this tickled my brain nicely

[vomitingstars]

It's a Sleepover Baby! Pt.2

FunShine Jill x Fem!Reader

Contains: cupcakes, guilt, manipulation, bitch you know why you're here, fem reader, sapphic relationship, toxic yuri

Cupcake decoration and gossip time is a blast. Jill crafts her cupcake into a decent Love-A-Lot Bear and with a lot of luck you somehow managed to recreate a Finn cake. Jill coos and awes at your creation despite not knowing what it is. A little too much in fact. You were starting to feel babied or maybe a little patronized in a way. Jill's praises felt excessive sometimes. Like a mom giving an exaggerated "Good Job!"" in exchange for their toddler's unidentifiable scribbles.

Your very tall gal pal breaks you out of the confines of your thoughts and takes a dab of pink icing on her finger then boops you on the nose with it. You cock an eyebrow in her direction, challenging the action with a confused smile and looking for an explanation.

"Gee, sunshine. I didn't realize you were my number one fan~" She jokes with a teasing smirk while looking you up and down with interest. You assume she must be admiring your sleep attire. It's a very nice set. You then realize what she meant as you caught your reflection on the microwave. The pink spot of icing on your nose resembled her face paint.

It was almost as if Jill could read your mind. You looked to see her perk up with an idea. She dipped a yellow glove into more pink icing and continued to paint your face. It was as if she were marking you in a way and you weren't quite sure how to feel about it. Being this close, you felt tempted to stare at her and take in all of her lovely features. Yet, you kept your eyes on everything but your ghostly girlie. She's so pretty it just isn't fair. Everything about her is mesmerizing and it twists your stomach uncomfortably. The sweet scent of icing floods your nostrils as you were hit with inspiration.

Dipping your fingers into a bowl of red icing, you began to write on her face as well. Let's just say your doodles and writings weren't exactly the cutesy doodles Jill had been hoping for. She chuckles lowly.

"You're such a goober. I think it's time we book it to the next activity." Oh no, it feels weird. Has the mood been ruined? She's still smiling but it feels a bit intense. Why did you do that? Why do you feel like this? Jill grabs you by the waist and lifts you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly. Even with this boost in height, Jill still towers over you. Looking down into your eyes thoughtfully as if calculating her next actions. She's so close. She's always close. Her body was slotted in between your thighs, and they were spread wide to accommodate her. This feels so intimate. So familiar.

"Jill, are you mad at me? I didn't mean to-" Jill leans in close. Your lips almost touching as she interrupts.

"I could never be mad at you. You were just joking around." A flood of relief washes over you. And yet, you found it hard to meet her gaze for a moment.

"Right. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." And you meant it too. You don't know what happened. Maybe you wanted to take Jill down a peg. Maybe you were a bit jealous of her confidence, her beauty, strength. Jill pulls you out of your thoughts with a gentle hand lifting your chin upwards to look at her.

"It's okay Sunspot. I know you didn't mean it. I think you just wanted my attention. And you will always have it. All I want is to make you happy. To make you feel good. You want to feel good right? Don't you think you deserve to?" You weren't quite sure how to answer but you nodded yes. Her voice was soft and so comforting. Feeling the sudden urge to lean into her more, you attempted to suppress it. Jill seemed to notice and smiled sweetly as she carried you off to the couch.

"Truth or dare?" She asks calmly. You answered truth and Jill pauses for a moment. Thinking of her question as she crosses her longer legs to make room for yours. You faced each other in the dim room, lit up with color changing fairy lights.

"Who do you love most?" Jill asks casually as if she didn't ask the most invasive question known to man. She flutters her eyelashes at you expectantly.

"Jill, that's so intense! Especially for the first round." You avoided the question hoping she would move on.

"Do you love me?" Jill asks suddenly as if she had been holding onto that question for ages just dying to let it out. She somehow looked eager and smug all at the same time.

"Love is such an intense emotion. I think maybe I need to choose dare." Her smile only seems to falter for half a second until shifting into something a bit mischievous.

"Alright. Then I dare you to clean me up. And you can only use your tongue!" Is she serious? Her face was still covered in icing and maybe this embarrassing task would be easier than admitting how you feel. Or at least how you think you feel.

You leaned forward and stuck out your tongue for an experimental lick. She lets out a shaky exhale. "I didn't think you'd actually do it. Go on. If you're going to do something, you should do it right." Her large hands pulled your body closer and kept you steady as your tongue explored the surface of her face. Sweet icing coats your tongue and you feel extremely silly. You can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter mid lick, and failing to stifle your giggles when you finish.

Jill suddenly grabs your face and pulls you in roughly to connect your lips together. Your brain short circuits from a slurry of intense emotions. Her mouth is warm and wet and sweet. Her lips are impossibly soft and slick with gloss. Her hand cradles your face gently, keeping you close. You couldn't pull away if you wanted to. Jill remembers you need to breathe and pulls back waiting for your reaction. Pleasantly surprised when you lean back in for more.

[glendover]

how do you do that??

tumblr is aware of my ghostly presence 😌

No but seriously, I wish I could tell you but I have no idea 😭

You are also the first person to show me this!

Tbh my app always malfunctions when I want to send boops so for me it always looks/says I gave five boops when I only clicked on it once (but idk if that correlates)

[anonwrites2233]

Silly ler!Veneer headcanons!!!

He definitely is so so silly!! He’s goes “Coochie coochie coo!” And “tickle tickle tickle~!” And wiggles his fingers at his victims cause he’s so goofy and silly and he loves having fun!!

And he’s also a cheeky lil shit too!! He’s so smug when he tickles ppl, and he will exploit your worst spots and be delighted in tickling you.

“Oh not here~? Hm no, I think I’m good here”

You can tell just by his “boop boop boop!” Teasing at the trolls, he enjoys poking his victims for sure

He enjoys TEASING you so much dhdhehhenerjrj

He also loves to be a lil shit and tease Velvet with tickles teehee, classic annoying brother activities

He definitely laughs along with his victims too! He enjoys making ppl laugh and having fun

He also likes to wiggle his fingers and say “imma get you~!!”

He uses his noodle arms to stretch and wrap around his victims while he tickles them >:3 based on the chase scene in the hall too, I’d see him liking to run after you too! Probably does a lil “Gotcha~!” When he catches you~!

He def probably when not getting Vel, will team up with Vel on victims then they’re def screwed lol

I think he def would have mercy though towards the end, not wanting to go far and would give aftercare and rubs after to get the ghostly tickles to go away <33 he’s definitely ruthless with teasing tho til he knows you’ve had enough

[waterfallswords]

location: central park

starter for: genevieve belcourt and chloe belcourt @gloriouswhispers

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Even if this sort of thing had an age limit, Genevieve wouldn't care. But, she decides after seeing her daughter's post on Instagram (which she now has) that she may as well pop to Central Park to see what the fuss is all about. "There you are." Gen appears as if from nowhere, a ghostly Tobias at her side who bounds quickly to Arlo to boop noses. "God, you look beautiful, Clo. Love this shirt." she sighs at the sight of her girl before wiggling her shoulders excitedly. "Are you having fun? I thought I'd come and see what Outlaw Blues means." the mother leans to give Chloe a greeting kiss on the cheek but pulls away with a laugh. "Don't worry, I know what that look is." Gen points to her daughter's expression. "I won't ruin your credit, no one will even know I'm here but I wanted to say hello. I'll just stay at the back and start some Mexican waves."

[shimmerbeasts]

Jaheira passed Mizora with a pressed on stride, as if she were merely heading to the other side of the camp. Her face was carefully neutral, not a hint of her intentions visible.

Then, in one smooth, seamless motion, she reached out and BOOP! — right on Mizora’s back, before stepping to the opposite side.

Any touch on someone's back was to be enjoyed with caution. Mizora's wings shot open and she swirled around, clawed hands extended in a swipe, ready to slash at her assailant. Even though she no longer fought in the Blood War, some instincts were so deeply ingrained, you could not eliminate them.

Recognising Jaheira, standing on the other side, Mizora's more fiendish visage immediately merged into something more docile and polite as if she wanted to wash away the memories of the aggressive fiend, which had been ready to slash the supposed attacker. Her wings, still opened wide, half from surprise and half as a threat, took a while to follow suit with her desire and fold themselves onto her back.

Mizora said: "Jaheira, what was that? And why do I feel like I must counter it?"

Rising her hand, she summoned a mage hand of her own, which resembled more the claws of an imp than a human hand. Instead of being made out of blue glowing, ghostly magic, this one was more covered in a reddish hue, though just as semi-transparent. The mage hand swiftly flew over towards Jaheira before it rose a delicate claw and booped the half-elf's nose - and surely, scratched open the back of her nose accidentally.

[lokittystuckinatree]

It’s my birthday, Pride is half over, and the Sylki fandom is half dead.

Here’s a useless meta proving Sylvie and Loki are closer to an Andrew Garfield vs. Tom Holland Spider-Man situation than “GeNdErBeNt SeLFcEsT”

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When Sylvie was introduced, all Loki variants presented so far resembled Tom Hiddleston. By episode five, we know the vast majority of Loki variants are not Tom Hiddleston clones, (like a Spider-Man, a Loki could be anybody,) so Sylvie likely isn’t his clone either. However, since they’re played by different actors, with vaguely similar facial features, it could still be argued that perhaps Loki and Sylvie are the same individual, just the “other sex.” (Insert iconic Loki eye roll). Today I’m demonstrating why that argument is stupid.

Skin ~ Loki’s skin tone is consistently cooler and paler than Sylvie’s, as demonstrated by earlier films. His skin is more neutral and saturated in the series, a decision by Tom Hiddleston to make Loki seem more alive and tangibly real. Still, his typical skin tone is best described as a creamy ghostly porcelain, whereas Sylvie’s is a light rosy beige. Sylvie has a rougher, less polished, more ‘human’ look, whereas sacred timeline Loki sometimes verges on the ethereal. These skin details suit their characters well.

Tom and Sophia filming season two

Note: Sylvie’s skin seems slightly tanned in this image, while Loki looks as deathly pale as he did in the movies. Likely a difference in lighting, but I think it does a good job showing how different the two characters can look at a glance.

Hair ~ this is the strongest argument. Loki’s natural hair color is visibly darker and deeper than Sylvie’s natural hair color. Loki’s hair is raven black, and Sylvie’s hair is dark brown. Sylvie dyes her hair a muted ash blonde.

Loki and Sylvie side by side.

This hair color difference is suspiciously intentional, and even carries over from final concept art, official merch, and their child actors. Baby Sylvie’s hair is dark ash/golden brown in better lighting. Baby Loki’s hair is always raven black.

Baby Sylki. (Look at these little squishies I want to boop their noses!)

The two variants also have noticeably different hair textures. Loki’s natural curl pattern seems messier and tighter than Sylvie’s fluffy waves, even with too much greasy hair product.

Contrast ~ Sophia and Tom’s eyes are similar shades of blue. Less is certain about the in character eye colors of Loki and Sylvie. The fandom is not in agreement whether Loki’s (and Sylvie’s) eyes are blue or green, so I tend to compromise on blue-green. Tom’s eyes appear slightly lighter than Sophia’s, so I headcanon that Loki’s eyes are lighter than Sylvie’s too. Combined with their hair and skin tone differences, Sylvie has a lower, softer, more muted contrast between her hair, skin, and eyes, compared to Loki, with their higher, clearer and more striking contrast.

Color Season Analysis ~ Going off of that, and taking this next part with a grain of salt, as I am in no way an expert on color analysis, I would guess Loki is a winter, and Sylvie is a summer. Sylvie could be a spring, but from what I’ve seen, her hair is more ashen than yellow, and it makes sense Sylvie would lean cooler then warmer since she, as a former Loki variant, is a frost giant.

Summers typically look best in sunny pastel colors, whereas Winters look best in jewel tones. Sure enough, when Loki and Sylvie venture outside their classic green, black, and gold, the costume department decided to dress Loki in deep jewel tones such as blue and purple (the guard turtleneck, some of their costumes in Ragnarok.)

Another costume department chose to put Sylvie in subtle pastels (her tie die shirt.)

Typically, cool seasons look better in silver (grey) than than gold (yellow). Coincidentally, Loki and Sylvie are both wearing gray in the pictures above. Obviously, Lokis are to gold as goths are to black. However, few people fit a color season perfectly (I’m ironically a winter in the winter and a summer in the summer,) Sylvie and Loki have fairly neutral pigmentation, and saying a Loki wouldn’t look good in gold is blasphemy.

In Summary ~ Sylki are not genderbent clones, they’re not identical twins, and though it’s near certain they don’t share much dna at all, because this is not Game of Thrones, the closest they could physically be is full siblings, and while it would be questionable, your siblings aren’t you, so it wouldn’t be selfcest.

If the multiverse was a cinematic universe, Loki and Sylvie would be two different actors playing two different adaptations of the same character by two different studios, at most. Loki and Sylvie have different personalities, different experiences, different bodies, and different lives. Honestly, they’ve lived such different lives, with Sylvie breaking away from her sacred timeline and Loki identity so young that she’s a different gender and mostly based on Sylvie Lushton, that they are possibly less the same character than any of the Spider Men variants, from Spiderverse through MCU. Likely, all the two share is a mind, heart, and soul. To me, that’s beautiful.

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[ghostlyarchaeologist]

The boopening has me all confident so I just wanted to let you know that I adore all of your gifs. I love being ur mutual so so much! I remember the day u followed me, cause I was like :0 ghostly wants to follow me !!!!! Whenever I see ur gifs on my dash it's super duper enjoyable. Ur leverage gifs are just *chefs kiss* especially the Christian Kate twirling probs series.

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Awe, thank you!!! I love being mutuals with you too!

Also, BOOP! 😆

[akihabaradivision]

“Merry fuckin Christmas you guys”

Both Lana and Kanade stood outside your door- gifts in hand.

Kanade was a lot quieter than she usually is- she had been acting strange lately.

Keiko 

From Lana you received a portrait- in the picture she painted of Keiko…she’s standing in a hospital hallway. She’s wearing a fairly modest nurses outfit yet somehow she looks …brave? Like she has a determined look in her eyes.

From Itsuki you received- A bracelet with the OC logo and a hospital logo. 

From Kanade you received- Mr Spooky dressed as a nurse (alongside a box of ghost shaped bandages)

Criss

From Lana you received- A painting of Criss and her mouse companion investigating a haunted house together- alongside two other people.

Kanade (much to her dismay as she wanted Lana to quit teasing her) and Mr Spooky have joined the two in the portrait.

From Itsuki you received- A night vision camera 

From Kanade you received- Mr Spooky plush…with a ghostly mouse?! It’s you and Leraje!

You also received a letter- a letter that contains the details of why Kanades been acting so strange. The letter tells you about how Kanade has fallen in love with you- about how she’s too shy to say it out loud but she wants to ask you to be her girlfriend.

Kanade gives you a kiss on the cheek just to get her point across before immediately hiding behind Lana once more.

Niki

From Lana you received a portrait- in this painting Niki is seen dressed like a protagonist in an RPG game. With a sword in hand she’s bravely fighting an evil wizard.

From Itsuki you received- a new laptop with the OC logo on it

From Kanade you received- A gamer Mr Spooky plush (it makes fun beep boop noises)

While Keiko and Nikki were busy receiving their gifts from Lana and Itsuki, Criss took this chance to go speak with Kanade somewhere privately. Truthfully, the paranormal investigator was feeling a bit nervous. Before Kanade could say or do anything, she had taken the young actress's hand and asked to speak to her in private. Walking with her to the back of the Otaku Corps' apartments away from their friends, the two stood in silence. As stated, the young investigator was nervous as she thought back to the conversation she had with her gamer friend, Nikki, a few days before:

Three days earlier...

Criss was sitting cross-legged on the ground in Nikki's room, her eyes closed, and her eyebrows creased as if she was thinking about something that hadn't presented an answer yet. Nikki, at first, didn't pay her any attention, keeping her attention focused solely on her computer screen. It was only after Criss started making noises did Nikki finally acknowledge her presence.

"What are you doing?" Nikki asked, still looking at her computer screen.

"Thinking," Criss answered, still in her same position.

"I can see that. Thinking about what?" Nikki asked, eyes still locked on her monitor.

"About Kanade-chan."

At this, Nikki raised an eyebrow, her bored expression changing for a split second before returning to normal.

"What about her?"

"She's been acting strange lately." Criss answered, finally opening her eyes, looking at her friend.

"Strange how?" Nikki asked, as began typing on her keyboard.

"Like, whenever we're together, she's always red in the face. Or she gets nervous when I'm around. And I don't know why." Criss answered. "At first, I thought she may have just been sick. But now I'm worried that I may have done something to offend her. But I don't know what."

"It sounds less that she's angry, and more that she likes you."

"I like her too, but that's not explaining why she always looks nervous."

Nikki sighed as she couldn't believe she was about to have this conversation. As much as she cared for her friend, Criss could be very simple and clueless at times. Turning her head to her friend, she gave her her full attention.

"How do you feel about ghosts and spirits?" Nikki asked.

"I like them, obviously!" Criss answered, excited, before realizing that this wasn't the subject they were talking about. "Why?"

"How do you feel about your mouse?" Nikki asked.

"Leraje? I love him! He's a good mouse and friend!"

"And how do you feel about your parents and your grandparents?"

"I love them all!" Nikki answered, still confused. "What are you getting at, Nikki?"

"What I'm getting at, Criss, is that the same way you feel about all of that, it's probably the same why Kanade feels about you."

For a long time, Criss looked at Nikki, until realization hit her.

"You mean... she likes me like I like ghosts?" Criss asked. "She... she loves me?"

"Sounds like it." Nikki answered, turning back to her computer screen.

"...No way! Kanade-chan couldn't like someone like me!" Criss yelled, denying it. "Kanade-chan's too nice, and I'm... I'm..."

"You're?" Nikki repeated, looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm... me. I'm just boring old Criss Hiromi. Kanade-chan could have anyone. Why would she go for me?"

"Don't know." Nikki answered, shrugging. "That's something you'll have to ask her."

"I can't do that! What if you're wrong, and she doesn't like me? It'll make things weird, and we won't be able to be friends again!"

"Then don't ask her." Nikki says, shrugging. "But will you be alright not knowing if she likes you or not?"

With nothing more needing to be said, the gamer put on her headphones and began playing a game, leaving her friend with her thoughts. Criss looked at her, and silently left the room. This convo gave her a lot to think about...

Back to the present...

"Uhm, Kanade-chan..." Criss began, trying to find some way to start this off.

"I... I just..." Criss said, as she scratched the back of her head. It's no surprise that she was nervous. She visited haunted houses, spooky places that would make anyone jump, yet the thought of talking to her best friend, whom may or may not have liked her, made her heart race.

"I'm really glad that you like me... Honestly, I think you are the first person to ever say that they like me, which proves that you are a good friend!" Criss said, ignoring her beating heart. "I-I'm not... I'm not really... all that good with... romance and stuff, though... I've never had anyone like me before... I'm used to people saying I'm 'weird' or 'strange' or 'creepy' or something!"

"So... I'm not sure what... it'll mean if we... like each other, but..."

To both young girls' surprise, Criss took her hands in Kanade's.

"...I-I'd like to be girlfriends with you. ...And... and if it doesn't work out, then... we'll still be friends, k?"

With that, the Albino girl placed a soft kiss on her best friend's head, smiling at her with red cheeks. The two smiled at each other, and walked back from around the apartments, hand-in-hand. It's unknown what the future would hold for the two, but they would face it... together.

[backuparguelles]

Ghosts and Witches: Ezekiel Strikes Back

Ezekiel: welcome witches and demons to my unveiling of my brand new statue of me!!! I Ezekiel Tugbottom declaring that the Fourth of July as the National Afterlife Day creating a symbolic relationship between ghosts and witches. And now my new partner Kikimora will unveil the statue! Kikimora: yes sir, here it is Boiling Isles your new hero is born!!! Eda: not so fast u blowhard! Zeke the tornado ghost is actually a fake made up traitor who is factually a liar that is really on fire! Ezekiel: whats the meeting of this? I save the Boiling Isles from the fire of the covention convention center! Which is set to be the renamed as the Ezekiel Tugbottom Convention Center for Covens in a few hours! So ladies are u open for a date sometime after the parade? Lilith: eeeeewwww no! Libby as a wraith blew the fire out with here Rapunzel style hair and her wind power. Also I found at the Bonesborough Library that u and Kikimora smuggled a lot of books that they never ordered by the library itself. Emmie: u know this guy Geoff? Geoff: yup we call him Tug the Tornado and No.2 most wanted in the GWPD behind Jinx which is now No.4 if u count Odalia and Kikimora both in GWPD and BBPD. Jeff: one time at the opening of Ghost Beans here in Bonesborough the first in Boiling Isles, me and Darryl are getting hot chocolate he literally blew the wind out of all customers to cut the line as the first customer. Darryl: also I bite his finger after he booped my nose taunting and complaining who’s the new hero in Boiling Isles but he’s not. Luckily I’m the first in line just to get an unlimited mug for a year and not him. Molly: So my dear constituents now u know he’s trying to deceive u witches and demons just like in our human home in Brighton. He’s no hero in any world!!! Kikimora: nice try Molly McGee! U and your mischievous brother Darryl and your younger cousin Emmie and your shy best friend Libby might be the gatekeepers to Chairman Scratch but Jinx and Odalia along me and Ezekiel will take u down both Human, Ghost World, and here in the Boiling Isles!!! Libby: unfortunately neither u blowhards are not the heroes. It was Sally Tugbottom the real hero of Brighton! Ezekiel: How dare u ruined my legacy!!! (storm clouds are triggered in the skies of the Boiling Isles as Ezekiel turns from his ghost color green to dark gray) Darryl: dude just give up already u blowhard, Molly’s right your nothing but a crazy airhead loser! Ezekiel: I’ll show u whose the blowhard u little man!!! Emmie: whoa I didn’t expect a weather change! (Ezekiel transforms into a tornado form of himself) Time to live up to my nickname, Tug... The Tornado!!! Libby: ugh!!! I maybe be wraith right now but two can play it that game!!! (showing her ghostly wind power) Now who’s the blowhard now!!! Your not the only one who breaks wind! Ezekiel: impossible!!! Your just a shy human girl!!! Libby: I maybe shy but I can rope u away like your older sister Sally with my long hair of the truth!!! Ezekiel: hey ow! Ow! Stop!!! I’m the hero here!! Libby: I’ll show u who’s the hero here, my own real twister!!! YAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! (Libby pulls Tornado Zeke with her hair rope and throws into the statue of Ezekiel himself) Ezekiel: noooooo!!!!! U ruined my statue!!! (transforms into his tornado form again) Now I’ll end u and your little friends too!!! (suddenly Sally and her pet bear appears roping Ezekiel) Molly: Sally u came!!! Sally: Ezekiel Jeremiah Whiffleboard Tugbottom!!! You have disgraced the proud Tugbuttom name!!! Even in another dimmension!!! Ezekiel: Oh c’mon Sally! I just wanted to be a hero!!! The witches love me!!! Eda: eeeeeeewwww!!! Why would I gonna date a lying blowhard ghost, That blowhard should be in prison. Kikimora: which reminds me I’m escaping this disaster. Jeff: Where do think your going Jinx’s ally. Kikimora: curses!!! I haven’t gotta away with it with those meddling wraiths and Scratch!!! Lilith: yeah yeah Golden Ghost Molly saved again with Darryl, Emmie, and best friend Libby now we need to clean up and get another statue for Ms. Sally.

At the covention convention center. Molly: attention Bonesborough it’s my pleasure to celebrate the Fourth of July as National Afterlife Day, a symbolic relationship between Ghosts and Witches together we decided to bring the statue of Sally Tugbottom, a real hero of my human hometown of Brighton. Darius: well Jinx’s army is now getting stronger by u Libby Stein-Torres you friendship with Molly McGee is where u can be stronger girl like Sally and even Molly too. Emmie: girls can do it Libby and u showed your ghost power to take down Sally’s evil brother. Sally: awwwww!!! Y’all are happy ready!!! Libby: well I blushed here as a green wraith but thank u all the ghosts and witches coming here. Molly: wooooooo!!!!!!! Yay Libby lemme hug u now!!! Darryl: don’t just stand there all hug out!!! Emmie: all the hard work as heroes. Sally: that’s the moral of the story folks. I knew Molly is nice kids and do u Libby!!! A real hero doesn’t need to be a show-off. A real hero deserves all the hard work and determination. Eda: u should need a history book about u Sally. A woman empowerment deserves attention. Geoff: hey guys I found a lot of books about a woman named Sally Tugbottom! Eda: well look at that, It’s gonna be a big signing day u Sally.

The end

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

Bertha turned when she heard her name, and her face relaxed even more upon seeing virgil. She gave a small chuckle. "You and Milo, you knucklehead." She teased, then she nodded. "Yes... I've been watching you two. That is a wonderful name for him, by the way. I honestly didn't have a proper name in line for him so that's perfect. I like it. It suits him." She giggled, "He is my son after all! And so are you!" Her spirit floated down from the pillar, and her ghostly figure floated midair in front of him. She smiled and reached forward...to boop his little nose. It felt weird, being touched by a spirit. It was chilly...

"I miss you too. I... Yes... Yes, I am..." she gave a small smile, "I want to come back but... I don't think it would be right... I think it's time for me to move on. And time for you to blossom. I'll still miss you too. Yes, yes, here... Come here. I'll feel different, but yes you can." Her ghost came forward, her arms extended for a hug... And then she wrapped her arms around his small body. Gosh, if he thought that nose boop felt weird...being hugged by her felt even weirder. She had no warmth to her. And actually, barely any form to her too. It felt like...he was hugging someone in a dream.

"You are?! Oh, let me guess, these two witches adopted you too, huh?" She giggled, "Everyone just can't get enough of you're cuteness, huh, little vee! And half wolf? Huh... I didn't know that! But, if you really are half wolf then when you pass on we can be in the same skies! We'll be able to run across the skies for all of eternity! Doesnt that sound fun?! And Milo would be there, along with all of our packmates!" She grinned, "That sounds so fun!" She does seem...happier being a spirit. Much more happier. She couldn't stop smiling.

🐺💍-Part 8-💍🐺

TW: Rape, abuse, injury, injury (detail), misgendering, forced, swearing, child loss, Janus, Remus.

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↣P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7,↢

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@ts-janus-rp-blog

[PREVIOUS REPLY]

"I hope we can!! That would be so cool!! I'd love for us to be one big family! But grandmas gotta approve first! Maybe after this we can ask her! Yeah! Once you become part of a coven our magic gets shared in you! It's not much... But it's something! You may even be able to do the basic spells!" Patton giggled at his wiggle. "Yeah! See you soon, coven sister and wolf!" Patton waved to him before jogging after his grandma. They were working on setting up the spell once again while talking amongst themselves. They went right back to work!

"Bye!" Lexa smiled and waved back. Then she looked down to Virgil, and laughed. "No way!! He huffed?! Oh, he's going to be full of attitude when he grows up, just watch! I hope you're ready for loads of attitude!" She chuckled with him. "You've made a ton of difference! You've saved us! You've... You've changed alpha for the better." Lexa glanced over to Remus who was talking to the pack. "He's changed, I can see it. He's...happier. And you changed beta too. You... You have healed so many of us."

She snorted, "Yeah, I know. But you have a very kind heart. Other creatures won't care about us, especially humans. It's still a miracle that you do care besides you being half of...you know... You just care so much and it's..." Lexa choked on a sob. "It means so much to me, and to the rest of us... You have no idea... It... It means the world to us..."

[biqherosix]

anything with a protective dodge mason please i beg

steal my girl - one shot

fluff

(panic — romantic! dodge mason x fem! reader)

while a select few participate in the wicked game of panic, the annual player's ball that comes with it is the highlight of the summer. however, for some, the party brings trouble when an alum of the game comes back to steal dodge mason's girl

cw / underage drinking, non-consensual touching, descriptions of an altercation/argument

a/n — i don't want to bore you with my love for dodge mason, so have this fic instead ! but i'm also letting you know now in case there’s any confusion that any panic content i write/create will take inspiration from the book and show. i really hope you enjoy, seeing as i’m v nervous, but i hope it reaches y'all mike faist stans (@mysticstarrysiren, @inkandpen22, @queen-ofbrooklyn, @ilovey0us0, etc.) in one way or another so we can all yell about panic. love you ! ps, bianca my beloved, thank you for your guidance throughout this fic, it wouldn't be here without you.

as alcohol sprinkled through the air and shitty music traveled through the dancing bodies in the backyard, the player’s ball seemed to be in full swing by the time you had arrived at la casa diggins with dodge and your friends. after hurriedly greeting the host, it took no time at all to blend in, bopping your heads to the beat and yelling to the very few lyrics you did know. letting nat and heather take the lead in favor of staying close to dodge, he gave your hand a squeeze, effectively keeping you grounded amidst the blur caused by the busy crowd. although that was short lived when the girls came to an abrupt stop, which ended up with you bumping into heather. muttering an apology, you moved beside her, tugging at dodge to follow along. you didn’t receive a response from heather, who seemed entranced by something, or rather, someone in their sight.

“oh, holy shit. luke hall is here.” the sheriff’s daughter pointed out. snapping your head up to see luke in his element, surrounded by an aura of smoke and girls dancing, tossing oblivious, flirtatious smiles their way. the mere sight made your stomach swirl uncomfortably.

“i thought he moved away. or like wasn’t he in jail or something?” heather questioned.

“yeah, for carjacking. i can’t believe he’s back.” you gulped. your words went unnoticed by the girls, who began to immerse themselves in a neighboring conversation concerning the eldest of the hall brothers, which you were quite grateful for. as much as you wanted to rip your eyes away from luke, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. but almost like he could feel someone staring at him, luke threw a glance back. instinctively, you darted your eyes elsewhere, only to be met with dodge’s soft, concerned stare.

“hey, sweetheart. you okay? you’re holding my hand a little tight there.” you looked down to see dodge’s hand stuck in your deathly grip, nearing a ghostly white. had you not loosened up, you were afraid he’d end up turning blue. you attempted to let go of dodge entirely with apologies sputtering from your lips, but he insisted that he was okay. dodge had even joked that you needed his hand more than he did before asking if you were okay once more.

“uh yeah! i’m fine. are you?” you replied.

“of course. why wouldn’t i be?” dodge’s eyes flickered back to where you had last seen luke. you paid no mind, assuming he wanted to get in on the fun after standing still for so long.

“no reason.” you shrugged. he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, then leaned in to capture you in a kiss. however, the moment was ruined when you were both pushed apart by nat with an almost cynical laugh.

“okay lovebirds, enough chatting. let’s have some fun. it’s time to get drunk!” she shook dodge with a cheer. meanwhile, heather looped her arm through yours, nudging you with her hip.

“and you…” the blonde girl booped your nose, giggling feverishly at your widened eyes and parted lips. you were surprised heather was stone cold sober, but nevertheless, she continued, “are coming with me. do you want shots? because i want shots. let’s go get shots!” and in the blink of an eye, you two were whisked away into the summer wind. before dodge could even get a foot in, nat managed to keep him in place by grabbing a fistful of his button up.

“ah ah ah! you’re staying here. i promise she’ll be fine with heather. just let y/n have fun! isn’t that why we’re here?” nat pointed at dodge as if she were scolding a little kid. dodge looked at nat, into the crowd, and back at nat, sighing in defeat. she hummed triumphantly, pulling him closer to the table where their fellow panic competitors currently played a game of cards.

“you know dodge, you’re making it real easy for luke to sweep y/n off her feet tonight.” summer calvo, who watched the entire exchange, teased.

“as if. you know it’s not like that between them!-” nat attempted to dismiss summer’s statement, but dodge was quick to react.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he challenged.

“just that luke’s been into your girl since sophomore year.” shawna kenny scoffed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. but, to most teenagers in carp, it was.

“hey, it’s not like y/n would ever go for him anyway!” nat mentioned, remembering the numerous rejections she’d witnessed.

“yeah, but i heard that just before luke got arrested, he asked y/n to run away with him.” summer gossipped with glee.

“i heard about that too! why didn’t she? he had the money and everything.” drew santiago piped up as he took a card from the deck next to dodge.

“easy. she met you.” summer smirked, nodding towards your boyfriend.

“see?! what’d i tell ya? there’s nothing there.” nat swatted his shoulder. out of the corner of his eye, dodge spotted luke shotgunning a can of beer. he nodded stiffly, taking a large swig of the nearest drink he could get his hands on. clearing his throat, he acknowledged nat’s numerous affirmations.

“thanks, but it’s not y/n i’m worried about.”

in any scenario, it was never a good idea to deny natalie williams. which was how she and dodge ended up in the hot tub, claiming he needed to destress from the mere mention of luke hall. shortly after, you joined them, party clothes and all, in the warm water with a sweet smile, carrying a handful of drinks that you figured nat would need to get through the rest of the night. as soon as dodge placed his arm around your shoulders, it was so easy to forget everything else that surrounded you three. you hadn’t even realized how much time had passed by until nat slammed down the last of her smirnoff smash. taking in the party scene that was still surprisingly active, you realized that the presence of your blonde beauty of a friend was nowhere to be found since you’d been with dodge and nat. with the duo caught up in a conversation, you made little ripples with the tips of your fingers, effectively cutting them off when they turned to you attentively.

“i think we should check on heather.” you mentioned.

“yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve seen her actually.” nat agreed. you nodded, pushing yourself up, grimacing as the summer air stuck to your soaked skin when dodge placed a hand on your shoulder. gently pushing you back down, he was out of the tub to take your place.

“i can go. i need to sober up anyway.” dodge offered.

“please, you had one sip of drew’s beer.” nat replied.

“better safe than sorry.” he shrugged. you turned around to face him (not so subtly checking him out in the process), placing your chin on the palm of your hand.

“want me to go with you?” you asked.

“nah, stay here. have fun or nat will probably execute us both.” the girl in question feigned offense, letting him take up the opportunity to make his exit, but not before plopping a quick kiss to the top of your head. watching him walk away until he became just another pretty face in the sea of people, all your focus was gravitated towards nat, who began to laugh obnoxiously at her own joke.

“he’s right. i have a guillotine waiting in the back of his car just waiting to be used.” it became blatantly obvious that nat’s tolerance to alcohol was being tested, but the energy she exuded was contagious. you couldn’t help but get in on it, interrupting her humor fest with a large wave to her face. she defended herself by covering her face with her arms, but it was no use. gaping, it was your turn to laugh as she let out a shorter laugh, wiping the ruined mascara trickling down her cheeks as though they were tears. but your laugh turned into a high pitched shriek as nat lunged towards you, vowing to get you for that. you were just about to dunk nat under to reveal the rest of her voluminous curls when one of the knots keeping your top up loosened and slipped off your shoulders. sliding off nat’s back to fix the minor mishap, upon tying the thread off, it was proven extremely difficult when you had limited mobility, resulting in it falling apart repeatedly.

“okay, just let me. at this point, it’s just painful watching you do it on your own.” nat stepped in, taking the strands of fabric into her nimble fingers. you thanked her, adjusting your top in order to appear decent. however, after nat finished up her handy work, your face felt hot despite the shudder that ran through your spine. seeing the sudden shift in attitude, she shot you a puzzled look, stepping in front of you completely with her hands on her hips to ask, “what’s wrong?” you avoided her gaze trying to cut deeper into you for an answer, which you finally gave with a falter in your voice.

“is it just me or does it feel like someone’s watching us?” nat scrunched her nose at the thought.

“maybe…it’s a judge?” she assumed. looking around in hopes of catching the culprit possibly captivated by a few of its players, she only found someone worse. nat went stiff as by the time they briefly made eye contact, it was too late to leave. letting a few snarky curses slip from under her breath, she groaned. “nevermind. shit, luke is coming over.” there had been no time to react to her words, as the aforementioned man stood before you with a cigarette rolling between his fingers and that mischievous smirk of his that could never seem to stay in your past.

“hey, y/n. long time no see.” he greeted.

“hi luke.” you deadpanned.

“how’ve ya been, sweetheart?” when luke received nothing but a frown from the nickname solely reserved by one mystery of a man you were lucky to call yours, he dragged on his words, “you know, i’m surprised you’re not chatting me up like you used to. but i guess that’s cause you’ve been talking to other guys now. and i gotta say, i’m wounded!”

“that’s cause dodge is my boyfriend. and he’s the only guy.” you scowled, crossing your arms to your chest. avoiding his eyes, you tried to search for dodge, heather, hell even diggins for a way out. but with no such luck, luke laughed heartily, which only increased your irritation.

“come on, don’t be like that! what’s so special about him anyway? i bet i could show you a better time-” his free hand that wasn’t holding his cigarette was used to push your hair out of your face before grazing your jawline. truth be told, you didn’t realize what was happening, only taking notice of cheap, strong spirits and nicotine that acted as cologne tickling your nose, along with calloused fingers going from your jawline and treading lower. it wasn’t until luke’s flirtations were cut off by nat, who slapped him so hard that the imprint of her small hand was tattooed red onto his alabaster skin.

“get off of her asshole! she was never interested. deal with it.” jumping at the volume her voice carried, you watched as the situation caught the attention of certain partygoers. as they began to whisper and point, you watched nat glare at luke as though it would land him six feet under. you knew word traveled fast in a small town, which meant putting a stop to it before things could get blown out of proportion. reaching for nat, you coaxed her into exiting the hot tub. you were ready to walk away when luke moved closer to the ladder of the small body of water, ready to pin you and nat into a corner. while nat acted as a barrier between you and the eldest hall brother, you debated going back into the hot tub and running off in the opposite direction. luckily, the logicless plan didn’t need to be executed when the love of your life intervened.

“leave them alone, luke.” your savior shoved luke’s shoulder. out of habit, you leaned into dodge’s familiar hold as he came up to you.

“and what if i don’t? the pretty lady and i were just about to have some fun.” luke asked.

“trust me when i say that having fun doesn’t mean harassing people.” dodge retorted, ready to get up in luke’s face when you stopped him.

“dodge,” you laid a hand on his chest, whispering, “let’s just find heather and go home. please.” upon noticing you trembling beneath him, his stoney exterior immediately crumbled. he nodded, standing down when luke began to push his buttons.

“you’re the mysterious dodge mason? you definitely don’t live up to the hype.” luke looked him up and down before speaking to you again, “come on, sweetheart. you and i know he’s not much. i could be better-” everything happened so fast that the sudden slam startled you and nat. next thing you knew, dodge had him by the collar of his shirt.

“listen to me very carefully, luke. you leave us alone, and i mean it. you even think about going near y/n like that again and this’ll be the last time you’re seen standing. you got that?” he threatened. you couldn’t hear what he said, but it was enough for you to step in. slipping away from nat, she wasn’t in the mindset to stop you from approaching them. a hand made its way onto dodge’s back, the other going to his clenching wrists.

“dodge, he’s not worth the trouble, and we shouldn’t give him the satisfaction, especially when he’s shit-faced.” you nodded towards luke. you were stuck in a wordless war with your stern stare while he furrowed his eyebrows in response. reluctantly, he let go. nat ran to your side, and the three began to walk away. but not before dodge pulled back, managing to get one punch in and ultimately knocking luke into the hot tub. you silently cringed at the impact while your raven haired friend cheered for him loudly. playing along with the act, he courteously bowed, a quirk appearing at the corner of his lips. wrapping his arms around you and nat, he began to walk you both towards the car when another round of whispers ripped through the air. except this time, it wasn’t your doing.

when people began pushing past you, it led you three to turn around, only for nat to gasp loudly at the sight of red paint dripping down diggins’ walls. you knew it could only mean one thing, but your feet were frozen to the ground, still processing the events that occurred moments before. with everyone caught up with the clue, you felt foolish for looking at the floor, all while dodge cautiously eyed you the entire time. from the corner of her eye, nat could see that you two needed time together, and as your best friend, she made sure to provide that for you. removing herself from dodge, she pointed to the people.

“i’m gonna see if heather’s in the crowd, check the clue out while i’m at it.” she left as quickly as she spoke. dodge didn’t miss a beat once he noticed the nod nat gave him. mentally reminding himself to thank her whenever possible, dodge took notice of you fidgeting under his arm and trying to hide yourself. the motion alone was enough for him to pull away, but not without watching you with a careful eye.

“how’re you feeling?” dodge thought he knew the answer, but thinking back to how unresponsive or monotonous you were during the altercation quickly made him realize he had absolutely no idea. with that, another wave of concern crashed over him, his fingers tapping against himself.

“i’m fine. we should be with nat, checking out the clue.” you shrugged, avoiding him by staring distantly. you could feel him draping his button up around your shoulders, and you were going to walk away from him in order to continue avoiding the repercussions of the situation, to deal with it on your own when dodge caught you by the wrist in a silent plea to stay. when you didn’t take a step further into the crowd, he walked up to you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“i don’t care about the clue right now. i care about you.” he assured you. that was all it took for you to tear up. pressing his forehead to yours, as soon as a sob ripped from your throat, he pulled you into him, ready to comfort you. his mere presence alone put you at ease because his warmth was like no other. dodge carried the feeling of being loved kindly, passionately, and wholly by and for someone who didn’t get enough love. it was different, but a good difference compared to the years you’d been tormented by luke. it felt like forever in his embrace, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

“y/n!” you pulled your head up from dodge to hear heather’s voice carrying through the crowd. nat wasn’t too far behind, but you yelped loudly as her head fell limp onto your shoulder. heather was clearly intoxicated as she slurred out her question, “are you okay?” the sight was enough to elicit a chuckle.

“mhm. now, let’s get you home. i’m sure lily’s waiting for you.” you pat her head, actually putting on dodge’s button up before wrapping an arm around heather’s waist. taking your boyfriend’s hand, nat took heather’s and the four of you walked away from the chaos of the party to the silent song of the starry night. you smiled, ready to get out of there. and with a squeeze of your hand, courtesy of dodge to keep you grounded, it was enough to know that you would forever be his, and he’d be yours through anything.

[creativia10]

Spooky Woods Experience Part 2

Emile is nervous about going to the haunted trail where Remy is working as a scare actor. Remy gives him something to help.

Pairing: Remy/Emile

Wordcount: 664

Notes: Tuliptober Prompt 8 -Gift

I mainly put this with the previous fic because they kind of go together, around Remy working the Haunter Trail. This part is still set in Laoft, but could honestly still be read without much Laoft knowledge.

@radiocrushstarcrash

@tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

Emile fiddled a bit as Remy got ready.

“I just think I would rather go to this sort of thing with you, you know.”

Remy sighed and turned around, now in his monster makeup for the Haunted Trail. Remy had pale grey makeup on his skin and was covered by fake bulging red veins.

“I know babe. I think it’s sweet that you’re willing to go at all considering this isn’t your usual kind of thing. I just don’t know when I’ll have the time off during active hours to go through the trail off duty.”

Emile’s shoulders dropped. “I understand. It seems to keep you busy for October. I do really want to see you there, it sounds so cool what you’re doing.”

Remy smiled a little at Emile and pecked him on the cheek.

“Maybe you can go with Elliot? The kid seems to love shit like that.”

Emile sighed. “Yeah, cause the last thing I need is to go to a scary thing with someone yall constantly refer to as the baby gay. How embarrassing would that be for them to see how freaked I get.”

“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t think any less of you, Ems.”

“Even still. Maybe I can go with a group with Patton.”

“I’m not sure if they’re going back any time soon. There was a bit of an incident last time. Besides, do you really wanna fifth wheel Pat and his quaple?”

“Oh, they’re pretty good at not leaving friends out in a group I’d say. But if they’re not up for going I’ll respect that of course. What happened anyways?”

“Oh, one of our flyers spooked the flowers out of Logan. I think the noise might have been a bit much for Vee as well.”

“Oh, I see.”

Remy reached over and squeezed Emile’s hands.

“I may have something that can make you feel better about going if it’s really something you want to do.”

Remy reached around in a bag he had, before pulling something out before Emile. It was a bracelet of sorts.

“Here,”

Remy tied it onto Emile’s wrist. It was soft, like the bracelet was made of a ribbon or a fake leather. Over his wrist, where a watch head would be, was a firm flat circle. The circle part felt like wood, except slightly softer to the touch. On it was a logo that Emile recognized. The typical jack-o-lantern face for a pumpkin, except surrounded by ghostly wisps. The logo for the Haunted Trail.

“It’s a special bracelet some of us in the cast came up with.”

Remy reached over and pushed a little button on the side. A circle just inside the edge of the bracelet head lit up in an orange.

“If the scare actors see this, they’ll know to go easy on you. There were others who found themselves in a similar situation as us. Not wanting their visiting partners to be scared too much. Except for Dom, who I think wanted to scare his partner on purpose.”

Emile looked up at Remy with a big smile.

“Rem…that is such a sweet thing for you to do for me!”

Remy shrugged, and looked away with a smile.

“Well, you know. I wouldn’t want you to be miserable after all, Especially if I’m the reason you want to go.”

Emile traced over the etchings of the Haunter Trail logo on his bracelet with a smile.

Then he looked back at Remy and went in for a kiss. Remy of course kissed him back, with a smile. Emile sighed and leaned his forehead against his boyfriend’s.

“You’re the best.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that-“

“Shoosh!” Emile said and then booped Remy. “The best!”

Remy rolled his eyes fondly with a smile.

“Yeah yeah.”

“Maybe I will bring Elliot now.”

“Oh, they’d love that.”

“Will I take away from their experience if I have the bracelet?”

“I’d ask them. They’d probably be fine with it.”

Emile nodded. “Ok.”

[daintyduck99]

Clicheeeeessss

X finding comfort in Y, a character they're supposed to dislike, Sweet Tarts 👀

Reggie flies into the tech booth, wincing as the door slides shut with a definitive bang. He loves the tech booth. It's his favorite spot in the whole school, with its panels and glowing machinery and the large, dark window that make it seem secluded and like something straight out of Star Trek.

It's also the perfect place to let your mask slip. The actors belong on the stage, after all. No one’s meant to look into the booth.

Here, he can mope without worrying anyone, without ruining Luke and Julie's time together or distracting Alex from that big history test he's been studying for.

He hunkers against the wall, rubbing his jaw. It hurts from smiling so much.

There's a metaphor in there, but he's not Luke. Luke, who knows exactly how to twist his feelings into lyrical prose, who goes for what he wants and gets it.

He lets out a little hysterical laugh, burying his face in his hands.

He's not Luke. He's just Reggie.

Reggie wipes furiously at his eyes as the door slides open, drawing his knees closer to his chest. Crimson toenails peek back at him from a pair of black heels, and he sighs.

"What do you want, Carrie?"

Her heels clack as she strides into the booth, and her red dress pools on the floor as she folds her legs gracefully, like—like a deer, but not a newborn deer, although she does have the big brown eyes to match.

He's a sucker for girls with big brown eyes, apparently. He can't escape them.

Carrie cocks her head, looping a lock of dirty blonde hair around her finger.

"You Phantoms are always so testy. That's not very ghostly of you, you know. Although I guess hiding away up here is."

Reggie snorts. "Ghosts can be lots of things. It's like—a metaphor. What, did I steal your hiding spot?"

"Sure, Casper," she deadpans. "I don't hide in here. I wanted to talk to Jake about the lighting sequence for the next Dirty Candi show, but I found you, instead."

"Congratulations."

She scans him with keen eyes, and he tries not to shiver. He doesn't know what she's looking for, but she's always sharp, always ready to cut someone to the quick.

"Where's your shirt? That plaid monstrosity you've always got on. It's—weird to see you without it. Like, if you were a ghost, it would definitely be a part of your ghost outfit."

It's so unexpected and relatively non-offensive that he tells her the truth, and he manages to do so without his voice wavering. He sits up straighter, tapping his fingers against the floor.

"Oh, that. I gave it to Julie."

Her face softens for a fraction of a second, then she purses her lips.

"At least you can still get it back."

Reggie must look like a total idiot, because he has no idea what she's getting at.

"Sorry, what?"

Carrie rolls her eyes. "The shirt. Your friendship. You'll get to keep them. You haven't done anything that would ruin your relationship with her. Right?"

Oh. Oh!

He's gaping again. He can't help it.

"You mean," he breathes, "you—but she—"

Carrie gives a curt nod. He doesn't dare say anything else about it. He swallows.

Maybe she doesn't hide in the tech booth, but she does hide, burying her pain in animosity, shunning vulnerability for venom. She's an excellent actress. It's not that different from what he usually does, really, although he prefers to smile and slip into the role of a space cadet.

"For what it's worth, she still misses you." He scrambles to continue as her hands clench in her lap. "I know it's not the same. Trust me, I get it. But she would forgive you if you stopped being so nasty to her."

Carrie flushes. She studies her hands as she speaks.

"It's stupid. She was my best friend, so like, of course I miss her. I miss what we had, not even—anything more. But I can't—stop, I don't know. Ugh, this wasn't even supposed to be about me."

"Ah," Reggie says triumphantly, and it's only because it's Carrie that he doesn't boop her nose, "but you made it about both of us by relating to me. After you said the most bonkers thing you could possibly say, which forced me to stop wallowing."

The smile she responds with is small, but it reaches her eyes, and his heart gives a traitorous little lurch.

Goddammit.