#I haven’t written in years at this point

[beaucate]

Hello, I would like to say that your blog is very beautiful! Could I make a request? Maybe a Tom Riddle where the reader is also from the orphanage and likes him? Thank you if you decide to write! Please don't forget to drink water 🤍

LONG OBSESSION.

synopsis. you didn’t think you’d ever see him again, not until he’d abandoned traces of himself just for you to grasp onto.

warnings. angst if you squint, stand-offish tom, fluff, love sick / obsessed reader.

author’s note. thank you so much for being so sweet! I haven’t written in so long, so it’s a teensy bit short, I hope I did this justice ৎ୭ English isn’t my first language, so please kindly point out any linguistic mistakes I made lol!

Your eyes fluttered over the slopes of his nose. Glazing, ever so slightly when his tongue swept over the plush of lips.

He was taunting you, you think.

Tom had continuously spent his holidays away from the orphanage, coming back only when he deemed ‘necessary’ — you never did blame him. Though even that had been ages, and you’d slowly felt the cracks residing within the depths of your heart mend back. His absence had only done so little for the ache haunting you, but even a little went a long way.

And then he’d come back, and it felt like every ounce of effort you’d put into forgetting him had crashed down upon your shoulders.

“It is not polite to stare, you know.” His voice was sudden, shocking you out of your zoned out daydreams.

He was so close, it made you dizzy.

You looked up at him, squinting, though not even the tightness of your lips could hide the flush growing on your cheeks.

“I am free to do whatever,” you retorted back, glancing down at your lap before pushing yourself back onto the couch.

He hummed, amusingly so. You were the most tolerable thing that’s ever crossed his path, a soft rumbling in his stomach fluttering whenever you’re near, but he would never dare voice it out. “It is my last year here.”

Your jaw was clenched, and you nodded solemnly. You knew, of course you did, who else if not you to track down Riddle’s life?

Shrugging, you pouted, “will you visit me?”

‘Will you miss me?’ An indirect question laying heavily beneath your words.

He nodded, a stray curl falling on the pale skin of his forehead. “You do not think you will be homed by then?”

“I’m a 17 year old teenage girl,” you twisted in your seat, the motion causing you to brush gently against him, “I’ll be lucky if I’m even treated with kindness.”

His face was now turned towards you, and it took every surge of power within you to not caress the threads of his hair. His eyes narrowed, and head tilted — it was as if you could see the gears running through his mind, but he didn’t speak, staying silent while looking ahead.

“Tom,” you cleared your throat, pushing your knees forward to connect with his own, and you could see him tense, however he made no effort to move. “Have you— have you met anyone in that fancy school of yours?”

He scoffed, standing up abruptly, “you suspect to be homeless within a year, and this is what you question?”

You watched him turn around and scurry away, as if any response you gave would have been too ridiculous for him to hear. He was mocking you. Taunting, now you were sure of.

It was only late at night when you sat with your feet dangling over the edge of your bed, when the thought of him leaving crossed your mind, anger bubbling inside of you. A picture of Tom sat between your palms, clenched until you felt each wrinkle poke your skin.

The tremble of your hand resonated through your body, and you pushed the picture beneath your pillow-case in tender fashion.

You paused for a moment before reaching for your bedroom door; needing a breather to calm the erratic state of your heart. It didn’t take much however before you paused, brows furrowing as you eyed the letter sprawled across the wooden floor.

T.M.R.

Sounding out his initials was enough for the hurricane in your stomach to fuel its way into your heart.

With a lick of your lips, your fingers traced over the paper before gently tearing it open, careful to tread lightly and watching as a card fell out.

‘In cases you find no where to go,’ and attached was an address unknown to you.

You refused to let your hopes rise above to what you could handle, but as you stepped out of your room, your eyes widened when his own was left open from the other side of the halls; dimmed and empty.

A timid smile etched its way on the corners of your lips, tracing hearts on the paper as you held it close to your chest. Delusion was embedded into your blood, and Tom Riddle charged into that every chance he got. Even if it meant at the risk of his own secrecy.

[mrincrediblyblind]

MASSIVE S4 ANALYSIS

ANALYSED BY YET ANOTHER GAY TEEN ON THE INTERNET!

okay, this is about the California crew, (except Argyle). This is Byler, but i’m talking about it from the confirmed perspective that Will has a crush on Mike.

Firstly, just to set clear that were all aware the Rink ‘O Mania outing happened on Will’s birthday? If not google the date of it, it’s March 22nd as confirmed as Will’s birthday by Joyce in season two.

also please reblog this because i put my entire twinkussy into this 😭

ANYWAY!!

the things i’m gonna talk about:

1. Will’s birthday

2. The Hug

3. He knows :0

4. Jonathan sees Nancy in Mike

5. Joyce

6. Eleven

7. Will and Eleven

8. Friends Do Lie

9. Micheal Wheeer.

read on, dear friends!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

1. WILL’S BIRTHDAY

((okay but he looks so epic in this shot, ily Will❤️‍🩹))

So for starters, the fact that Will probably convinced Joyce and Jonathan that he was going to Rink O’ Mania to celebrate his birthday with Eleven and Mike makes me want to kill myself!!! ���😍😍

He probably thought he’s seeing Mike and he was gonna get a hug like when they last saw eachother and Mike would have an explanation as to why he could barely contact Will, and he’d probably had written him out a card or something for his birthday.

HE PROBABLY BROUGHT THE PAINTING FOR MIKE SO IF HE GAVE WILL ANYTHING HE COULD BE LIKE “oh, that’s so sweet… i actually did this for you. I’ve been working on it a while and thought i’d give it to you cos i’d see you today”

Mike also flew in on Will’s birthday. Can you imagine how happy he was? Byler shipper or not, they haven’t seen eachother in a year and Eleven gets the news that Mike’s coming to California. She tells Will “oh, he’s flying in on.. March the Twenty Second”.

Will, internally probably thought “that’s my birthday? is mike flying in to see my for my birthday?”, because who wouldn’t think highly of someone your close to in that way?

Regardless, you CANNOT tell me Will’s the “He didn’t have to get me something but the thought would be nice” TYPE OF PERSON

Poor boy probably saw the flowers and either

1. Thought they were for him

2. Knew they were for El, but Mike had something else for him

2. THE HUG

he got him absolutely nothing. not even a proper hug.

LOOK AT THE GRIN ON MY POOR BABY’S FACE WHEN HE SEES MIKE!!

HE LITERALLY HAS THE PAINTING IN HIS HAND, YET GOES IN ARMS WIDE FOR A HUG DESPITE THE FACT HE COULD CRUSH THE PAINTING??

He also grabs Mike’s backpack in an attempt to pull him into a meaningful hug. It’s been a year since they last saw each other.

We know Jonathan’s high off his balls, but he looks at the painting and then the boys “hugging” (if you can even call that a hug). He’s probably confused why Will didn’t get round to giving Mike the painting.

3. HE KNOWS :0

There’s no doubt that Jonathan knows what’s up. Lonnie used to verbally abuse Will for being gay so i’m sure he’s confirmed it to Jonathan at some point.

Also which, i’m sure he sees the fact that he has been in a similar situation with MIKE’S SISTER??

There was another person (Steve) who was with his love interest while him obviously being in love. Does that not parallel like crazy?

Jonathan’s not stupid, he’s just as high as a kite for the entire season, which if anything would probably make him overthink about the scenario.

When people smoke weed the THC in Cannabis (weed) can effect your frontal lobe which is responsible for a lot of creativity and logical thinking and enhances your senses overall. This is probably why Argyle suggested they fill up the pizza dough freezer.

Depending on how much he’s smoked, he could also be incredibly paranoid, as too much will cause a massive dopamine spike and can cause you too feel anxious and overthink.

Just because he’s had a couple hits doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what’s going on. He probably does, maybe definitely. He’s either thinking really deep about it or is super paranoid and thinking worse case scenario.

this moves me onto my next point

4.JONATHAN SEES NANCY IN MIKE

Nancy is unable to express her emotions and we know this, Jonathan knows this.

She struggled to tell Steve she loved him, Jonathan knows this. Jonathan was ALSO there when Will was trying to get Mike to (struggle to) say I love you.

He ALSO sat through Murray exposing Nancy for not being able to admit her love to Steve. On top of this, He’s dating her and experiencing the lack of communication first hand

as well as being stuck in the exact same weird love triangle thing. Eleven and Will are both in love with Mike. Jonathan and Steve were both in love with Nancy. He’s watching his brother go through the same thing.

I’m also certain that Will would’ve talked to Jonathan about Mike not talking to him like, at all. We know that they have a very close sibling bond so I’m sure Jonathan is aware.

5. JOYCE

We know absolutely jack shit about Joyce and what she knows, but she’s overprotective as.

I’m sure she would’ve insisted for Will to come do something with her and Jonathan for his birthday. He either would’ve:

A - insisted on going because El was going

B - Insisted on going because he hadn’t seen Mike for so long

C - Made up a lie that the roller skating was for his birthday

I’m sure it would be C, and some other contributing factors. Will doesn’t have a job and neither does Eleven, so where would the money for the skating tickets come from?

Joyce likely gave Will and Eleven money for them to go skating with Mike for Will’s birthday.

6. ELEVEN

Eleven is never ever at fault for Mike being… Micheal.

If anything, she went through an awful lot as well this season, so let’s unpack.

Before Mr Minion (Mike) arrives at the airport and all, were shown life in California for the Byers. Eleven and Will are in high school and Eleven is getting relentlessly picked on. It’s assumed that it might be her lack of education and social intelligence. Nonetheless, we know she is being bullied and the main perpetrator is Angela.

Angela humiliates Eleven despite her attempts at being nice and trying to befriend her. She doesn’t understand that Angela can be mean to her because she isn’t aware anyone is capable of wronging her.

She knows the people who work for the government and ones employeed at Hawkins lab are bad, hence why she calls them “The Bad Men”. She knows that they are out to get her because she’s escaped and is still on the run.

She thought Hopper was rude, but she learned he was only trying to keep her safe.

She thought Max was rude, but quickly learned that she was mistaken and formed a bond.

Eleven is forgiving. She let Kali/Eight’s punk friends (mainly Axel, with the mohawk) be rude to her.

She was deemed untrustworthy by lucas the whole 1st season and even lashed out at him, yet kept trying to be his friend and eventually earned his trust.

She was yelled at time and time again by Mike, who planned to get rid of her after finding Will, yet still got close to him.

She is unaware that people outside of the Hawkins Laboratory can be bad, as everyone she thought was bad has turned out to be an assumption proven wrong. She thinks that if she keeps persisting in being Angela’s friend then it will work out.

Eleven probably suggested they go to Rink ‘O Mania.

She already knew the popular kids hung out there, she tried to convince Mike that they were her friends in hopes that it would turn out well and they would meet Mike and hang out and have a good time.

She missed hanging out with a group of people who all valued her. She grew up in a group of lab experiments, she hung out with the party. Being alone reminds her of her darkest times, being experimented on and locked away, isolated in a claustrophobic deprivation tank, being on the run and surviving in her own.

Eleven hates being on her own, that’s why she hated being by herself in season 2 in Hopper’s cabin and alone in Mike’s basement. When she found out that there are nice people in the world (by meeting Benny) that weren’t just the other children in the lab, she wanted to surround herself with people who could look after her.

7. WILL AND ELEVEN

Finally, Will knows that El is being picked on. Instead of going home on his birthday after the disappointment of it all, he stays with Eleven.

He’d seen her get made fun of for her diorama of Hopper (who she assumed was dead??) and probably every other petty drama with Angela off screen.

He stayed with Eleven and Mike, third wheeling on his own birthday so that he could look after her.

He could have changed his mind and gone home, yet Eleven lied about having heaps of friends and going to the roller rink all the time, and when he saw them approach the table, he knew it would be a good idea to put her first.

8. FRIENDS DO LIE

“friends don’t lie” is something the Duffers familiarised us with up until the point of season 3 when Max tells El “Yeah, well boyfriends lie. All the time.”

We see Mike has been lying to El, and what does that teach her? Boyfriends lie and girlfriends lie.

She lies to Mike in her letter about having friends

Mike lies to her about…

MOSTLY JOKING IM SORRY MILEVENS IM SUPPOSED TO BE NON BIAS, IM JUST SAYING ELEVEN LIED TO MIKE THIS SEASON AND THEYVE BOTH RUINED THE TRUST IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP

9. MICHEAL WHEELER.

Not too much to say about him(/j). Firstly, I genuinely cannot back him up on the whole Will’s birthday thing, that shit makes me wanna cry. We might need the byler lawyer for this one.

However, it’s obvious Mike is very torn between the two. I’m trying to include as little byler as possible, but we are shown that Mike CANNOT deal with both Will and Eleven at the same time. He doesn’t write Will letters, only Eleven, yet he’s known Will since kindergarten and being his friend was the best thing he ever did.

The fact that he couldn’t reach out to Will does show that he is suppressing something that he doesn’t want Will to find out about. He’d rather upset Will then come to terms with something about himself or about Will.

I’ll leave this up to you as the reader, but take into account the fact Will is canonically gay and Mike is canonically a dick about it since season three. It might be a tough pill to swallow if you don’t think Mike has a crush on Will, but here’s what I’m saying.

Mike knows Will is not attracted to girls.

Season 2 final episode at the Snowball Dance, the girl approaches Will and asks to dance. He stutters and mumbles “i’m not-“, going to turn her down when Mike repeatedly hits him, encouraging him to dance with her.

Season 3x3, Will and Mike fight in the rain, Mike settles with the most considerate accepting words he could’ve.. 😍😍

“it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!!” 🥰

So Mike is aware of Will’s homosexuality. Would this contribute to him not wanting to be affectionate anymore? Because Mike is being homophobic? “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls”? that’s literally homophobic

Please explain to me (non Byler shippers, this is), why he wouldn’t feel comfortable around Will. I don’t mean this in a passive aggressive way, i actually want someone to explain it to me.

Regardless, i’m mad at Mike for being a shit friend on Will’s birthday.

YOOO!! You’ve reached the bottom! look at you! go. Share your thoughts with me please, this took so long so if you could reblog, i’ll give you a kiss on the mouth (/hj)

[celli-ohs]

yeowza!

part three of accidentally in love! series gamer!beomgyu x streamer!reader; college!au, fake relationship fluff, comedy, angst, smut

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3. Dom Toretto v. Heeseung Lee (written portion 1.75k)

“You’re seriously doing this? For a guy?” Yeji looks unimpressed as she drives you and Yuna towards Jeongin’s apartment. “Yeji, I’m just going to see if he’s my type.” Yuna waves her off. As the two girls argue about Yuna’s disastrous relationship status, you watch the city go by as you idly sit in the back seat. You’ve known Jeongin for only about two years now. You’d met him through Felix, as the two of them had many mutual friends. Throughout your two-year friendship, you’ve gotten to know Jeongin pretty well. He was incredibly friendly and welcoming, drawing you in immediately when you first met. Despite all of this, you were surprised to find he had no interest in fame. All of your friends, while great people, craved to be under a spotlight of some kind. All except Jeongin, who was very content with being a normal guy.

A part of you felt jealous of him. Jeongin is able to experience normalcy in his life, something you haven’t experienced in a long time. He gets to go to school, hang out with friends in public, and have a job as a teacher’s aide at the local preschool, gosh he even gets to argue with Financial Aid when they email him about his grant money. But most of all, you were jealous of the fact that Jeongin could have a love life. Not that you couldn’t, you’ve definitely tried, but you found that most guys saw you as a paypig or fetish of some sort. Your chances of having a normal dating experience were thrown into the trash before you could even realize it. So much for fame and fortune. 

Yeji parks the car and you all climb out. “He lives on the top floor right?” Yuna asks you, and you nod. Out of the three, you’ve been to Jeongin’s apartment the most. His last roommate was rarely home, making it a good spot for you to hang out when bored. “Apartment 143,” You answer, leading the girls to the lobby. As you press the button for the elevator, Yuna looks skeptical. “This thing doesn’t look safe.” You laugh at her. “It’s fine, get in.” You say, stepping in first. “This is the type of elevator they show in horror movies and a ghost pops up behind you before you die.” She argues again, the rickety old elevator slowly bringing you three up to the top floor.

“Yeah, but it’s kinda cool, right?” You smile. Your friends look at you like you’re crazy. You guys finally arrive at the top floor, exiting the elevator. As you guide them through the halls, Yuna whispers. “Okay, if he’s ugly, we’re just going to drop off the food and then go.” Yeji chuckles at this. “I hope he’s hideous then,” Yuna glares as you giggle. The three of you arrive at apartment 143, and Yuna eagerly knocks. A couple of seconds go by and no response. She knocks again. Silence. She knocks for a third time- actually, more like she bangs on the door- when Yeji stops her. “Let me call him, maybe he’s not home yet-“

“Yo Dom Toretto, were you speeding across town? How did you get to my apartment before me?!” Jeongin shouts at you all as he walks towards you down the hall. But he’s not alone, trailing behind him are two tall men who look confused at the situation. “I actually went the speed limit this time, you just drive like a granny.” Yeji retaliates. Jeongin cackles as he reaches the door. “Hear that Heeseung? Yeji thinks you’re a slow driver.” At the sound of his roommate’s name, Yuna perks up. “Oh, uh Heeseung, Beomgyu, these are my friends Yeji, Yuna, and Y/n.” 

You peek over from behind the girls and smile sweetly before waving. You notice one of the men’s eyes go wide. He seemed to recognize you. “This is Heeseung and Beomgyu.” Jeongin points out, and you learn it’s the one named Beomgyu who is looking at you with bulging eyes. “Hi! So nice to meet you guys! We just came by to bring Jeongin some food.” Yuna shows off the fancy bag full of your leftovers. “Oh, nice,” Heeseung says as Jeongin finally unlocks, letting everyone inside. You’re the last one to enter when you notice you’re actually not, Beomgyu is still outside. “Beomgyu? Are you coming in?” Jeongin asks, confused. He shakes his head. “I-I think I should go.”

“What? Bro I didn’t even get to show you my PC-“ Heeseung clams up, throwing a suspiciously guilty look towards you girls, before whispering something you can’t hear. As Yeji and Yuna set up the dining table, you watch quietly from the kitchen counter as Jeongin and Heeseung try to convince Beomgyu to stay. Usually, you’d mind your business, but you couldn’t help but feel responsible, seeing as you were most likely the reason Beomgyu wanted to flee so badly. His eyes haven’t left you once since your arrival. He looks terrified. Eventually, Beomgyu does come inside, but he heads straight to the bathroom, avoiding you.

“Holy shit, this looks so good.” Jeongin is giddy as Yeji reheats the pasta in the microwave. “We also brought some pizza, the seafood stew, and some risotto!” Yuna smiles. You can see her lingering towards Heeseung, though he seems more interested in Yeji, who couldn’t care less about him. “The only upside of having famous friends.” Jeongin jokes. As Yuna playfully hits his arm, Heeseung looks surprised. “Wait, you guys are the famous friends this dude keeps talking about? I thought he was just a pathological liar.” You laugh at Heeseung, his surprise seems genuine. “Jeongin what have you been telling this guy?”

“Nothing! They just don’t believe I could be friends with people like you.” He argues. “Yeah, because you’re like a loser who has no friends outside of me and Beomgyu,” Heeseung says bluntly. “I’m friends with Changbin and Jisung too!” Jeongin reminds him. As the two of them argue, you notice Beomgyu spying from behind the wall of the hallway, looking at you again. Hoping to try and make him feel more comfortable, you give him a warm smile and a little wave. It has the opposite effect though, as he ducks away to hide behind the wall completely. “Shut up- Hey, why don’t we give a tour of your new room Heeseung? Let the girls see your-“ “Beomgyu! Where did you go?” Heeseung shouts, changing the subject. 

“I think he’s over there,” You gently point to the hallway, and Heeseung walks over to grab the other man and drag him to the table like a child. “But I already ate at the barbecue place!” Beomgyu tries to argue, eyes flitting over to you with fear in them as he attempts to run away. “I call dibs on the pizza!” Jeongin grins, already digging in. “You guys want any?” Heeseung offers a plate (it’s stacked with enough food for two people) but you all refuse. “We already ate, but why don’t we drink-“ You clear your throat interrupting Yuna. “Sorry, but I actually have to get going.” You point out the time. “Oh yeah, me too, I’ve got a dance class in the morning,” Yeji remembers. You’re already making your way to the door, slipping on your shoes. “Thanks for bringing the food over,” Jeongin pauses his feast to walk you three out. 

“Of course, we don’t mind at all,” You smile. “Next time maybe we and the others can go together,” You offer, as the other two girls gather their things. “If you’re paying for my plate, then yes,” He jokes. You laugh, playfully scoffing at him. “Oh, hold up!” Heeseung calls out from the table, and he runs over quickly. You can see Beomgyu has made himself comfortable at the dining table, and now he refuses to get out of his seat. “Are you guys busy next weekend? My frat is throwing a party for my birthday, it’d be really cool if you all came,” Heeseung invites you three (you decide to ignore the fact he’s only staring at Yeji as he asks this). “Oh yeah! You guys should totally come!” Jeongin seems excited at the prospect. 

“We’d love to go! Right?” Yuna looks at you and Yeji with hopeful and bright eyes. t. “Sure! Can we invite our other friends too? I’m sure the boys would like to come too.” You ask. Heeseung nods eagerly. “Yeah, yeah, invite whoever you want. It’ll be lots of fun,” As the others are busy talking about the party (minus Yeji), you glance at Beomgyu, he’s picking at his food. You wonder what you could have done to upset him. “I’ll ask the group chat later. I’m sure Felix is down if he’s got the time, he’s been wanting to come ever since that party he made that cake for Yeonjun’s healed arm.” Jeongin adds. “Do you guys just throw parties for anything?” Yeji asks, raising a brow. “Yeah, pretty much. My sophomore year we threw a party for my buddy Sunghoon cause he went to the doctor for the first time without his mom.” Heeseung shrugs. 

“That’s surprisingly supportive,” You laugh at this, stepping through the front door as Jeongin holds it open. “I’ll clear up my schedule, just text us the details, Jeongin.” You wave as you three girls say your goodbyes. Jeongin and Heesung wave back, closing the door. You sigh as you all settle into the creaky elevator again. “So,” Yeji clears her throat. “Is he your type?” She turns to Yuna. You both look at her expectedly. “Nope. Not at all.” She answers with a smile. “Why do you look happy then?” You ask, confused. “Because I thought it was funny how much Yeji doesn’t like him.”

As you and Yuna chuckle at this, your other friend huffs, crossing her arms. “You're one to talk, Y/n literally scared a grown man.” She argues. “So I wasn’t the only one who noticed that?!” You sound shocked. “No yeah, that guy was weird. Maybe he’s a hater.” Yuna concludes. You don’t say anything as you all exit the elevator and head back outside to Yeji’s car. You don’t know why, but something feels off, you don’t think someone who hates you would act like Beomgyu did tonight. With a yawn, you decide not to dwell too much on it. It’s not like you were going to give someone like Beomgyu, much less a hater, your time of day.

Bonus:

beomgyu's reaction is inspired from when he went on lee young ji's show no prepare season 3 finale and met park boyoung (in all my time of being a moa, I've never seen him be so shy before, he looked scared lmao)

beomgyu thought y/n was a figment of his imagination until she waved at him when he was hiding in the hall

felix knows changbin and jisung because his older brother chris is a music producer, and they've worked with him before

felix live streams when he bakes, including yeonjun's (forgotten) cake from hubba hubba! but he was only able to drop it off though because of his busy schedule

after the girls left, jeongin explained who exactly his famous friends were to both heeseung and beomgyu

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[solinarimoon]

Arnas needs to play a pirate. This man screams swashbuckler and roguish scallawag to me. Especially with that goatee he’s sporting. 🥵

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[wundrousarts]

Something I’ve noticed for awhile is that I often get comments from people about how they are surprised how I always come up with theories and try to guess what might happen and they “could never do that” themselves. I want to say: yes you can! There’s honestly a shortage of Nevermoor theories and ideas and speculation and etc and I want to see MORE!!!

Want to talk about how Morrigan’s mom is actually secretly alive? How the Scholar Mistresses are a Wundrous Act? Do you think the Tempus Divinity looks like an owl, or do you think Weaving and Ruination would be met together? Or have you ever thought about how this one line, from Chapter 19 of Nevermoor, about Betram Crow actually means he was a Cursed Child? Whatever it is you want to talk about: GO FOR IT!!!

I personally find it very fun to go sort of “English class mode” and look at the text in front of me and think about what different things might mean and analyze it and even overthink it to an unnecessary (but fun!) amount. But that’s just me and how I like to approach things! You don’t need to make long posts and quote specific lines if that isn’t your style. The big thing to remember is that so much can happen in the next six books, so throw any idea out there! You never know what twists and turns will be thrown at us. I think it’s fun to share these ideas and discuss with other people— sure, maybe there’s just something you missed when reading, but perhaps some new ideas spawn might from it. Some speculation could even serve as inspiration for fics!

There are some theories and thoughts that I’ve posted that have been “debunked” when I reread a book, or when someone pointed out something, or even just when something had a real-world basis that I as an American didn’t catch. But it was still fun to think about it all, and there’s some bits and pieces that I see as notable and worth considering. I think most of the Silverborn Masterpost is going to be “wrong”, but if just 1% of it is “correct”, even indirectly, I will take that as a win. I know it feels like during the hiatus everyone’s talked about everything, but I hope that the incoming communal reread (fingers crossed) and obviously Silverborn brings some speculation back to the fandom because I want to discusssssss!

[cyncerity]

I saw you asking for stuff. Could u do a ghost Tommy and ghost hunters sbi with ranboo? safe vore. Tommy is an old soldier ghost. He died protecting is group and the town don't remember his name just his story. feel free to do what u want to it

I took some tiny liberties with this, but this idea has been infecting my brain for days now so i hope you like it!!

tw: soft, safe vore, talk of suicide, character death (duh it’s ghosts)

Ranboo sat in the back of his family’s van, pressing lightly on his stomach as he felt a few marbles come back into his mouth before he swallowed them back down again, as he’d been doing for a few hours at this point. Machinery rattled in the back of the van; different cameras, scanners, and other ghost hunting stuff. Ranboo had been in this game for a few years, when he met his adoptive family Phil and Techno. They met him at his group home and realized he was something special, and something that could definitely help with their less than normal job.

Ranboo grew up lonely. They never knew their birth parents, as they were given up as a baby. So what did lonely kids do? Well, in Ranboo’s case, learn magic! That would surely make them cool! They became good with cards, regurgitation, and slight of hand, cause what else were they supposed to do with their time? They very quickly learned that the others kids didn’t find any of that cool, and they were only pushing potential friends farther away. Eventually, they set their sights on a family, but that didn’t seem to be going well either. Ranboo lost almost all hope of being adopted by the time they were a teenager. Until one day when he met Phil and Techno. Two best friends (they had to make it very clear to the adoption agency that no, they were not gay, Phil had a girlfriend, they just wanted a kid together cause fuck it why not, which in Ranboo’s opinion made perfect sense). These two were weird. Like, really weird. And Ranboo loved them immediately.

They were professional ghost hunters (which almost made the adoption agency kick them out, they had to call Phil’s girlfriend Kristin to verify that she had a stable job and was supplying Phil and Techno with enough money to properly take care of a child) and were looking for another member of their troupe. Ranboo believed in ghosts wholeheartedly, and was ecstatic when they showed genuine interest in his magic tricks (which included the marbles, to his surprise). When Ranboo turned 16 he was officially legally adopted, and it was the best birthday present he ever could have received. From that point on, the three of them were a ghost hunting team (Kristin still had a “real job” cause they needed money), and quickly learned that Ranboo was a pretty damn powerful medium. He could sense and communicate with the dead through their machines far easier than either of his dads, and had helped them find plenty of haunted locations in the past.

The place they were headed was a memorial to an old war, some place that Ranboo had a feeling was incredibly haunted. Now, museums were normally at least a little haunted, but almost never haunted enough to make him feel ill. But this memorial, whatever is was, was unwieldy upsetting to him.

“You doin’ alright back there, kid?” Techno asked from the drivers seat, and Ranboo swallowed down his marbles again to answer. “Yeah, just, uh, a bit nervous. Something feels…off about this place.” “As you’ve said,” Phil chuckled. “Whatever’s here has to be mega haunted.” He said, fiddling with his camera. Oh, right, they were youtubers too, Ranboo almost forgot that part. They had a somewhat popular channel and Ranboo was incredibly grateful that his parents were very considerate with what he wanted to put online. Right now, Phil was just trying to make sure their main handheld worked. “Yeah, something’s here. I’m sure.” Ranboo adds. This was about to be one hell of a trip.

~~~

It’s midday when they arrive at the museum of the town of L’Manberg, somewhere none of them had ever even heard of. They meet a nice man who Phil had called over the phone to do a tour with. He introduces himself as Mr. Manifold, or just Jack, and leads them around the museum. Apparently, this small town had a lot of war time history, and Jack knew loads of it, since apparently he’d had an ancestor who fought, which was pretty cool. Ranboo tried desperately to feel for anything specific attached to the man, especially if he had a great great grandfather who died in these parts, but nothing. No ghosts. Ranboo still felt wrong, but he couldn’t find why. Nowhere they went had any sort of supernatural readings, no matter how cool it all was. With every nervous glance Phil and Techno gave to Ranboo, he felt worse and worse that he could have led them somewhere useless.

Until that one room.

Apparently, the museum was built over a specific relic of the war. Jack started leading them down an old stone staircase, into a place he said was called “the final control room.” There were old half decayed wooden chests lining the walls, moss infested stone bricks, and a single wooden button in the center of it all.

As soon as Ranboo entered the room, they collapsed.

They had never had panic seize them like this in their entire life. Something in the room, something about it, was wrong. So, so wrong. Something had happened in there, something that hurt a lot of people. Something that time couldn’t let go, that had lingered in that room and hit him like a freight train over a hundred years later. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see through his own tears, and could only barely feel Techno lift him and run him back out of the room.

“Something bad happened in there.” Ranboo muttered as soon as he was able to. Phil and Techno looked to Jack, who explained that that was the very room where the infamous L’Manburg traitor tried to kill the original founders. He apologized for taking Ranboo in, but they insisted they were fine to continue the tour. So, Jack did. Eventually when he finished (with no more incidents, thank god), Phil thanked him profusely for his expertise, and Jack wished them all well and invited them to explore on their own a bit to stop and read.

“Im so sorry, i swear to god I felt something, i still do, there has to be something here, there has to-“ Ranboo started apologizing as soon as Jack was out of hearing range, only for Techno to cut him off. “It’s ok, Ranboo, it’s ok. Maybe you’re just off your game, it happens to everyone, we’re not mad at you. You figured out what was wrong with that room, maybe that was all it was. And hey, we get to look around this cool museum!” Ranboo looked and saw the genuine excitement in Techno and Phil’s eyes and chuckled, ignoring the feeling that the control room was definitely not what he was looking for, no matter how upsetting it was. His parents were both huge history buffs, and he bet that they loved being here and just learning more than even finding actual ghosts.

“Ok, yeah, I- I’m just gonna go sit outside, if that’s alright. I feel like i’m suffocating in here. You guys keep exploring and call me later, we’ll meet back up then.” “If that’s what you want to do, mate. Keep in touch.” Phil tussled Ranboo’s hair, and him and Techno left to put their paranormal equipment back in the car, leaving Ranboo to find their way outside through a back door. He stepped out and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt better…for all of two seconds.

Then he opened his eyes and panic hit him again.

The outside area to the museum was a historical town, a place that held some of the exact homes that L’manberg citizens lived in over a century ago, and with those homes was a horrible sight that almost made Ranboo pass out from sheer panic for the second time that day.

A tower. Massive and made of cobblestone, it grew to lengths almost higher than Ranboo could physically see. It was old, moss covered, and slightly crumbling, as old stone is, but still sturdy. The control room was nothing compared to this thing.

Ranboo managed to keep himself from throwing up as he made his way closer to the tower and read its plaque: “Tower of the Child Soldier.” Ranboo pulled some of the marbles up to his mouth and started chewing on the glass, a nervous tic that Kristin warned would break his teeth one day, but for now her warning was the farthest thing from his mind. He read on.

“This tower was built by an original citizen of L’manberg who couldn’t take the war efforts, ending their own life by jumping off this very tower. Letters and documents from other soldiers around this time indicate the victim of this tragedy was a child. This stone is a testimony to the cruelty of war, and just how many innocent people were lost not just to the battle, but to the wars they were fighting with themselves. Rest in peace, Child Soldier, your memory has lasted far beyond your years. To learn more, visit the memorial of the Forgotten Soldiers.”

Ranboo didn’t know when they started crying. This was horrible, so so horrible. But, for the first time, they felt like they found part of what they were here for. He rushed back in the museum and found Jack shockingly quickly, asking about the memorial to the forgotten soldiers. Jack explained that while the stories of many remembered veterans’ stories were told in the museum itself, there was another memorial to the soldiers whose names and faces had been erased over time.

The memorial Jack led them too was, admittedly, beautiful. It was outdoors, marble archways and columns aligned in a circle with display cases with belongings. Some of the things were all together and labeled that it’s likely they all belonged to the same person, though historians were unsure who those people were. Some display cases just held random objects. Finally, there was a small room with a door and a staircase. Jack said that it led to the room where the rest of the memorabilia that belonged to the child soldier was. So, Ranboo thanked him and went down.

The hallway at the bottom was narrow, the walls were glass cases lit up and filled with remnants from this poor kid. Diary entries, songs and poems, hand knitted scarves and jackets, and mementos that were presumably gifts from their friends. There were even letters from people who knew them, ranging from talking about how irritating they were as the youngest soldier at just 16, some talking about how they’d never met someone so loyal and it was a shame they were fighting in such a huge war so young.

Ranboo had never felt quite like this in his entire life. He honestly couldn’t help the tears that rolled down his cheeks. He felt utterly sick to his stomach, pain stabbing him through the gut at the sheer grief he felt. The feelings weren’t his, something was pushing this onto him. This was what he set out to find; this poor child, only a little bit younger than he was now, losing his life to suicide in this war. “I’m not sure if it’s you that’s here,” Ranboo started quietly, “but…but I’m here to talk to you. To learn your story. I’m a medium, I just want answers.” Nothing. Ranboo continued. “I’ve never had a place make me feel like this. I knew something happened here the moment I heard of this town, and I needed to see. I learned about the war, I learned about the rebellion and the betrayal and-“ at that, a draft blew through the room, dropping the temperature drastically. Ranboo was sure he closed the door behind him, and even if he hadn’t, it wasn’t this cold outside.

“I know, I know that must have been horrible, I can’t imagine, I went in that room and just the sight of the stone and chests sent me into a panic attack. I can’t imagine what it would have been like in person.” It felt like a rock was sinking in his gut the more he talked about the control room, so Ranboo shifted gears. “I’m so sorry. I’m about as old as you were, I can’t imagine. You didn’t deserve it, you didn’t deserve any of it. And you don’t deserve to be stuck here alone. This place may have forgotten you, but I don’t want to. I’m here. I want to be here, if you’ll let me be.” Ranboo could barely finish speaking before he fell to the ground, his forehead pressed into his knees as he began to sob. He knew these feelings weren’t his, he knew it, but he also couldn’t reason through the blind grief and sorrow he was feeling enough to care.

With no warning, the lights in the display cases at the walls went out, leaving a single illuminated case right in front of him, the center of it all: a uniform. White and blue with accents of red. Tattered, torn, with small patches and embroidery on it. And at the foot of the case, a little ghost stood. Barely 5 inches tall, standing just on the other side of the glass. Ranboo was…well shocked, to say the least. He’s been able to feel ghosts, sure, but he’s never seen one. Half of him didn’t think they could even have a visible form until right now.

The child soldier was a boy, somewhat translucent and shaded blue, with dirt filled hair, sunken almost glowing blues eyes, and a torn up mismatched outfit of whatever he must have been wearing when he died. He stared up at Ranboo, who he’d let stop sobbing, tense and full of distrust. But as Ranboo looked at him, he found himself tearing up again all on his own. “You look…exhausted.” The little ghosts eyes went wide, shoulders dropping as he began to cry again. Ranboo laid a hand in front of the glass, and was shocked when the ghost stepped through onto it. They pulled him up to their chest, feeling the cold and only half corporeal being press into them and cry as Ranboo swiped a finger up and down his back.

“It’s been so long,” the ghost muttered eventually. “Even when I was alive, I…” He trailed off, and Ranboo didn’t push him to continue. “It’s ok.” Ranboo said, cause what else were they supposed to say? It was a ghost. A real, actual fucking ghost, it was taking all of their self control to not freak out. All things considered, it looked weak, but if this kid was what was infecting the museum and the memorial and messing with their head like that, Ranboo could guess that he was anything but. “I’m here to help, however i can.” “How?” the ghost whispered in response. “I’m dead. Thats it. I didn’t do well enough in life, now I’m here forever. Even if you can finally see me, you can’t stay.”

“Can I take you out of here? You don’t deserve to spend the rest of your afterlife surrounded by the same places you were for your entire life. I travel a lot, I’ll take you.” Ranboo wasn’t sure why he was offering. He certainly didn’t need to, he just met this dead kid. But…something about all of this hit home for them. They lived their life seemingly alone, unappreciated, and helpless. Getting a family had been Ranboo’s saving grace, maybe they could be a saving grace for this ghost too.

“I…I’d love to go. But I can’t.” the ghost admittedly sadly. “Im stuck here. Im bonded to this stupid uniform and there’s nothing else in here that I’ve had a stronger connection with. There’s only one thing I might be able to re-bond to, but it’s not down here.” “Wherever it is, I’ll find it.”

“I had it throughout the whole war, and it was on me when I..when I died. I’d bet it’s there. If you find it, I’ll be able to follow wherever it goes. That’s how I think it works, or at least, that’s how it feels like it should work. You’re the first person who’s ever been able to see me like this, I want to trust you. If you really can somehow feel my emotions, you’ll find it. Help me and I’ll leave with you.” “I’ll find it, then. I’m not leaving you behind.” He didn’t know why he became so attached to the ghost, but he wasn’t going back on his word now. Ranboo pulled the ghost away from his chest, holding him to eye level with one hand and holding the other outstretched. “I’m Ranboo.” The ghost grinned, his smile taking up his whole face as tears still poured from his eyes. He took one finger with his hands and shook. “I’m Tommy.”

~~~

The sun was starting to set by the time Ranboo gathered everything they needed for what they were about to do. Whatever weird physic connection they had to Tommy was truly fucking with their head as they circled the tower, trying to get a sense of where this thing might be. Almost everyone in town was home for the night, which Ranboo was grateful for since he was pretty sure that digging up around a memorial site was probably unappreciated at best and illegal at worst.

He was running fully off his own intuition, digging near the front of the stone, quickly realizing that whatever Tommy needed was in that area. It luckily wasn’t too far down, since Ranboo was only using their hands, but eventually they found it: a compass. This was it. Almost as soon as their hands touched the old iron, the sick panicked feeling they’d had since first arriving here went away, though Tommy’s lingering grief remained. They pulled a water bottle from their backpack and quickly cleaned off the compass with their shirt till it shone like it hadn’t been buried for a century. They opened it’s clasp to find the inside miraculously untouched and clean of grime, save for a message that had been scratched into the inside years ago: “Your Tubbo.” Along with this, it was fully functional, pointing in a direction that was decidedly not North but hey at least the hand was working. They clenched it in one hand and pushed the upturned soil back into place with the other. They had to push back more tears as they thought that this had been Tommy’s, now unsure if the sadness was theirs or not, but that was an issue for later. Right now they just needed to steal this century old historical artifact and be on their wa-

“Ranboo! There you are, Phil and Techno have been lookin’ for you!”

Now call it a practiced reflex or whatever, but when a kid who has spent most of their free time practicing magic tricks that may or may not involve swallowing marbles gets caught by a museum curator holding what could be a priceless addition to the museum that they are not going to give up, you can imagine that in the panic to hide it, muscle memory may kick in.

Ergo, you know exactly where the compass ended up the second Ranboo heard Jack’s voice.

Ranboo turned away from the monolith to see Jack running towards him, trying to keep his cool and pretend everything was fine as he felt the cold metal of the compass slip down his throat and into his stomach, eventually clinking against the marbles he hadn’t had time to pull to his mouth. “You alright, man?” he questioned, and Ranboo nodded. “Yup! yup, totally, absolutely nothing wrong here, heh…where are my parents? I have something to show them.”

~~~

“This is crazy, we didn’t even know this was here!” Phil said, standing at the cobblestone tower. “It’s sad, too. You said there was more stuff left behind by this kid?” Techno asked, and Ranboo nodded, wanting to get back to the other memorial as soon as possible so they could get Tommy and get out of this town. “Yes, there’s a little underground tomb thing in his memory, and we need to go there before it closes and we head home.” Ranboo said with a determination that was rare for them. Techno and Phil took the hint to follow.

Making his way back to the memorial, Phil and Techno looked around a bit at some other artifacts, but Ranboo bolted straight back to where Tommy was. Racing down the steps, he saw all the lights were still broken except for the uniform spotlight, and Tommy was nowhere to be seen. “Tommy, it’s me, I’m back. I found it, I found the compass. ‘Your Tubbo,’ right? You can come with me, I’ll get you out of here.” Nothing. He waited. He heard the district footsteps of his parents behind him, but paid them no mind. “Tommy? It’s ok, you don’t have to hide! It’s me, Ranboo, your friend, remember? Tommy??” He started to get frantic, and felt a calming hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Ran, you don’t need to have another panic attack today. Who’s Tommy?” “The soldier, this soldier!” Ranboo said, pointing at the uniform. “The kid, the one who built the tower! He asked me to find something, it was where he said it would be, I spoke to him, I touched him, he was here!! Please, please you have to believe me-“ “We do, mate, we do!” Phil interjected, taking Ranboo’s hands in his and rubbing circles into the backs of his palms. “You spoke to a ghost, that’s incredible! But, maybe if you found what he wanted, he’s moved on? You helped him find peace.” “He didn’t want peace, he just wanted a friend! I told him I’d be back for him.” Ranboo practically sobbed. He again didn’t know what came over him, he was never like this. He barely knew this ghost, why was he getting so worked up over this?? Phil and Techno exchanged glances that told him they were thinking the same thing he was.

“Ranboo, listen to me;” Techno said, placing his hands on his kid’s shoulders, “you helped him. He’s at peace now because of you. He probably didn’t know that would happen, but he’s ok now. He’s happy, alright?” Ranboo took a few deep breaths, and suddenly felt a shocking wave of calmness wash over him. And by shocking, he meant freezing. It was like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, but he no longer felt ill. Sure, he was shivering, but he felt…better. So, so much better. He was worried about Tommy, but maybe his parents were right, maybe he had moved on. Maybe Ranboo had helped him.

No one noticed that the air in the cellar grew warmer as the trio left the up the stairs.

~~~

Ranboo’s sense of calm had persisted as he was helping pack up his family’s van, now knowing they’d have to drive through the night to get home, but so did the chill. In fact, his shivering had gotten so bad that Phil had stopped to buy him a blanket and a few packs of hand warmers at a gas station, and that was barely doing anything. It had been a few hours at this point, and while Techno was driving in silence and Phil was asleep, Ranboo found himself laying across the backseat pulling the marbles back up to his mouth again out of habit, only to barely suppress a hiss of pain when they hit his teeth. They were fucking cold, and the sensation on his teeth was incredibly unpleasant. Pulling the marbles out of his mouth, he was shocked to discover that they were coated in ice, fully frozen over.

None of this was making sense. They set the marbles aside, sitting up somewhat and pressing a hand to their torso underneath the blanket. It was frigid, the entire area of his stomach was ice cold. Was…was it the compass? Could it be?? He tried to pull it up, but for the first time in years, he couldn’t. He tried again. Nothing. He tried a third time, and this time distinctly felt something yanking the compass back into his stomach.

The aura of calm (which Ranboo was quickly realizing was being pushed onto him like the panic had been earlier) was cracking, and Ranboo began to panic. He couldn’t throw up, his body temperature had dropped by at least 10° F, and his stomach felt like it had frostbite. What could he possibly have done, what could possibly-

wait.

The air in his stomach was dropping in temperature, his emotions were being manipulated, and the compass was in his stomach, the one thing that the ghost had said he’d be able to latch onto to leave with Ranboo.

no fucking way.

“Tommy…?” Ranboo whispered as loud as he would dare as to not disturb his parents. He waited for a response, until-

“I was wondering how long it’d take you.”

Ranboo could have screamed. The calm aura shattered, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from hyperventilating while his other hand stayed firmly grasped over his stomach. Fuck. Holy fuck, there was a ghost inside of him. Was he possessed, or was this being haunted? It felt like he was being haunted, more so, but either way he would certainly fucking rather not be. “What are you doing in there?! Get out!!!” Ranboo hissed frantically, still trying to pull the compass out of his stomach and hopefully the ghost along with it. The compass was pulled back down regardless.

“Hey, don’t yell at me like this is my fault! Why would you swallow my compass anyway? Don’t you think it was a bit of a shock for me to see you walk into my room, feel the presence of the most valuable item I owned before I died, and attach myself to it only to end up in here?! Pretty damn weird way to rescue a guy, if I do say so myself.” Tommy snarked, and Ranboo sighed. “I’ll explain later, I don’t want my dads to hear me. I’m sorry, now let me bring you out.” “No can do.” Tommy replied. “I don’t, uh, deal with adults well. I heard them talking to you, that’s why I didn’t just leave the second I ended up in here. I’d rather not meet your folks. And myself and the compass seem to be just fine.”

“I’m gonna die.” “No you won’t, pussy. I’m not that cold.” “The metal against my stomach lining is!” Ranboo quietly argued, “just let me bring the compass up, i’m not gonna get rid of it. I want to help you, but i can’t do that if we’re both ghosts.”

“You…you still want to help me?” “‘Course.” Tommy responded in silence for a few seconds, before sighing. “Fine, but if you toss it I’ll curse you.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, not bothering to argue that if he wanted to toss it he wouldn’t have dug it up and certainly wouldn’t have swallowed it in the fucking first place, and this time when he pulled up the compass it came easily. When he pulled it out of his mouth, a cloud of steam came out with it like he was standing outside in negative degrees. Sure enough, the compass was frozen and almost hurt his hands to touch, so he immediately opened a new pack of hot hands for it, wrapping it carefully.

With nothing else in his stomach, he could start to focus on what Tommy himself felt like, which he’d expected to be nothing, but was…definitely something. Firstly, the ghost was cold, as was to be expected, but oddly physical. Like, there was a noticeable weight in his stomach, but he was generally used to that. Tommy didn’t necessarily weigh…less or more than the marbles, but he weighed differently. His weight was spread out, and since he wasn’t as solid as what Ranboo normally swallowed, it felt strange. He could feel something, someone, in there, but it wasn’t like anything he’d felt before. He…didn’t hate it. Tommy was almost…soft? Like a form made of tv static that he could feel along the bottom of his stomach, but he still had a form and some mass. Tommy hadn’t said anything since he gave up the compass, so Ranboo took the opportunity to press his unoccupied hand against his stomach, feeling where the front walls touched Tommy’s form and the tv static feeling spread. Then he felt Tommy press back, seemingly done with talking for the night. Ranboo patted where he felt his stowaway and laid an arm over his…well, he guessed friend now.

Something warm lit up in him when he realized he’d finally have a friend, even one his own age (Tommy still acted like a teenager, so in his mind, it counted). He genuinely couldn’t wait to get to know Tommy better, learn about ghosts and how he lived, and more, but he quickly figured out that excitement was not the only thing making him feel warmer. Tommy, who seemed to be completely unconscious, was warming up slowly, and Ranboo was confused for all of 2 seconds before looking back at the compass. Right, the hot hands. He guessed Tommy was more linked to this thing than previously thought. Ranboo looked down at his torso, arm still over his friend. Yeah, Tommy deserved to be warm after all his time in that cold ass cellar. He reached down and placed the compass, still in hot hands, right in front of the car heaters that Techno had been blasting for the entire ride. He felt his stomach heat up a lot faster, and swore he heard Tommy sigh as he felt the tension in the ghost’s frame melt away. Good, if this is where Tommy needed to relax, Ranboo could do that.

[shelfperson]

“You’d better watch yourself, boy.”

Taunting, maybe even condescending, and yeah it rankles. It digs into that huge chip on his shoulder, Louis calling him boy. But what the fuck ever, he’ll allow it. Tonight, just the once, he’ll allow it.

“And why would I do that, Louis? Thought that’s what I’ve got you for.”

Or; the vampire bond and the bond between vampires, in contraposition

———

There’s a worm in my brain named danlou and it told me to write this.

[sondheim-girly]

Tell me about cherry seeing Bob drunk for the first time :D

@wren-is-a-wreck also wanted to be tagged in this so here ya go! This was at first supposed to be head canons then I decided to just turn it into a little oneshot. I haven’t written anything like this in a very very long time so grant me grace! Also this takes place about a year before canon, when (in my headcanon) Cherry is a sophomore and bob is a junior.

This is inspired by multiple peoples posts, I cant remember all of them but they all get partial credit!!

when bob and cherry first started going out, he was her escape. Things were getting worse at home everyday, there were nights when her father wouldn’t come home at all and her mother would just lock herself in the bathroom, leaving cherry to spend hours sitting by the phone waiting for a call to tell her where he was. It took her a while to learn it was better if she just stayed in her room.

During all that, she had bob. Sometimes he’d come by the house to pick her up and they’d go to the drive in with all their friends, but Cherry best liked the nights when it was just the two of them. They’d drive around Tulsa for hours, and on those nights he would be sweet to her. it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

there were a lot of parts to Bob that he hid from her. he knew she didn’t like it when her friends got drunk, so he tried to avoid drinking too much when she was around. and when he got a bruise after jumping some kid on the east side, he laughed off her worry by telling her it was just from football practice. He sure got hurt a lot at football practice, didn’t he?

Things changed one night when Brill was hosting a party to celebrate the start of the school year- or at least that was how he advertised it. It was more an excuse to have a huge party and get drunk. With the way things were at home Cherry knew that pretending to be having fun at some big party wasn’t something she’d be able to do, so she asked Bob to lie to her friends and tell them she was sick. For a moment she was scared he wouldn’t do it, but he just smiled and kissed her, and told her of course he would. Things should’ve been perfect, but then her parents started screaming and even in their big house the walls wouldn’t cover up the noise of her father’s drunk bellowing voice. She called Bob and Marcia, and even Bev to see if she could crash at anyones house. No one picked up, she should have figured they’d all be at Brills. Desperate, she drove over to his house hoping Bob would be there and they could go on one of their drives and he could make her forget everything at home. That’s not what happened.

she saw him immediately when she walked in the door. He was laughing at something Trip had said and she knew in a moment that something was wrong. He noticed her and went over, putting his arm around her waist. The familiar putrid smell of alcohol filled her senses. He was drunk. She’d seen him drink before, taking a sip every so often out of his friends flask at the drive in, but she’d never seen it nearly as bad as this.

“Cherry! you told me you weren’t coming!” Bob slurred, a near unsettling smile on his face. He tried to lean down and kiss her, but she moved away from him. She saw a dark flash cross his face and for a moment, it was like she was looking at her father.

“Bob, how much have you had to drink?” Cherry accused him,

“Cherry whats wrong…”

“Bob you’re drunk. Really drunk,”

“cmon it’s not that bad-” Bob tried to reach towards Cherry again, but she flinched away. He wasn’t acting like himself, he seemed dangerous.

“Cherry lets go,” Marcia urged, appearing at Cherrys side.

“Cherry stay…” Bob pulled cherry towards him again, this time with more force, and she shoved him away from her

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” She said, stepping back and clutching Marcia’s hand. It felt like the entire world was holding its breath. Cherry shook her head, then turned around and walked out of the door, Marcia quickly following.

Cherry spent that night at Marcia’s house, and the next afternoon when she finally went home she recognized the corvette sitting outside of her house, with a boy holding a bouquet of pink roses (her favorite) and a large box of chocolates- he knew she could never resist chocolate.

and so he apologized, something he couldn’t remember ever doing in earnest. He groveled, even. And she forgives him because of course she does. On days like this when he looks at Cherry as though the entire world orbits solely around her it’s impossible to say no.

He avoids drinking for a while after that, and doesn’t drink around cherry at all. But eventually he slips, and looses the ability to care as much. Cherry gets used to it, still using halfhearted attempts to get him to put his flask away. At least he’s good at not getting truly drunk around her. But jealousy drives him to eventually break that rule and jealousy gets him killed

[dekusleftsock]

Before the leaks tonight, my main notes in the department of “Izuocha not gonna be canon next chapter” is that tsu and Izuku were repeatedly chosen and placed to be in the same, worrying attitude for Ochako’s distance/absence.

Tsu was such a good subtle detail for this chapter as well. That gay ass signaling on Izuocha was so good. Like “this is platonic! Her and Izuku worry over Ochako equally!” And damn Horikoshi you really highlighted, underlined, and bolded in big bright letters Lavender Marriage for these two lmao

My other main detail is the way that Ochako’s/Izuku’s feelings are presented.

Specifically with this last little caption (that isn’t there in the officials for some reason???) on the very last page—

Pika’s translation btw

Maybe y’all don’t get it bc you need it put into perspective: the very idea that there would be a “no ships ending” is… absolutely insane. The fact that it’s the main opinion as well is even crazier.

And to put it into perspective even more, the reason it’s a common belief has to come from the idea that Ochako’s feelings are simply unrequited. A “no ships ending” wouldn’t make sense without it. Do the people saying that realize that it’s what they’re saying? “No time” isn’t a good justification, he had the time, he just used it on… other characters instead. If you believe this, you’re making the argument that Ochako’s story is about unrequited love

This line “The girl’s hidden feeings, and as for deku—..”

I fully understand what the feelings are talking about (Himiko’s death, the respective villains even if they aren’t equatable, etc), but it’s the implications of the way it’s written. It’s presenting it as Ochako’s feelings… for Izuku. It then asks the question, “..DOES Izuku feel the same way?” Because I mean, does he?

Now, I don’t think we’re getting any sort of confession. I could say in detail as to why, but that would be more like repeating the same 5 posts on my feed all week.

Because ultimately, it won’t happen. It’s another bait and switch, like it always is. And Horikoshi knows this.

So that’s why it’s so amazing that this line is here, it’s teasing, almost. Like “Look! The straight relationship is on the horizon! Just follow the cookie! It’s totally where you think it leads..”, and then signaling the warning bells in your head that not everything is as it seems.

Why make Ochako break down crying? Why not confirm Himiko’s death? Why make all of this romantic heartache? Why make straight shippers hold their breath, and then lead them into this supposed security?

Why ask a question on feelings, if it’s supposed to be a given?

[37googolplex]

Thanks to @zoboya ‘s stupid TIMER to see how long I can “stay serious”, I’m prohibited from writing any crackfics. This sucks, since the urge to write my donnie x papyrus rivals to lovers angst autism swag summit oneshot has never been stronger. This is ableism

[fingertipsmp3]

My 2025 resolutions:

Don’t die unless it’s unavoidable

No fucking impulse buying! No! Fucking! Impulse buying!!!

Travel more (which means travel at all)

Read more and be on my phone less

[j-esbian]

does anyone else feel like they need to Make Fan Content That Is Also Good And Interesting in order to make/keep internet friends so as to be worth other people’s time

[lem-argentum]

playing ff.xiv blind as a th.ancred fan from the beginning is so funny. “hmm i wonder where than is- WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS POSSESSED BY ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE….....” “hmm i wonder what happened to than after he was teleported from the- HIS ABILITY TO INTERACT WITH THE NATURAL ENERGY OF THE WORLD WAS SEVERED AND HE HAD TO FEND FOR HIMSELF FOR MONTHS IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE????” “yaay than gets to help us with planning our defenses :D- DID HE JUST DIEoh he’s not dead his soul was just RIPPED AWAY TO ANOTJEJR WORLD????!?!?” “ohh he gets to fight r.yne’s awful guardian figure i wonder what he’s gonna- DID HE JUST DIEoh he’s fine nevermind he gets to have resolved character development now :)” “aww okay we get to go to the end of the universe together, and he’s already gone through so much so clearly nothing bad will happen to hDID HE J

[thehauntingofbasingse]



Gnawing at my enclosure bc I ran out of JJ fics to read

[malachitezmeyka]

Me: *has several WIPs I could possibly work on, including an Ehuang and Suiren-centric piece and the Mermaid AU, among countless other ideas*

My brain: Write a soul crushing and emotionally conflicting Haya prequel fic that details exactly how she became a walking piece of shit and makes the reader sympathise with her despite everything :)