#I knew I listened to some weird stuff but.

[fayecreates]

Naked in Manhattan

A/N: pls send requests, i need them for my shitty trip. (A little update 2 days later) im gonna cry my eyes out if i have to stay her for any longer.

Premise: Teen!Vi x teen!reader, being unlikely friends, having a sleepover together and that leads to a bit of silly stuff (NOTHING WEIRD JUST KISSING)

Warnings: uh kissing? Idk, dont read this if you’re like 30 cuz thats a little weird. Probably a wrong description of friday the 13th, i watched it like 5 years ago so idk all i know is theres a sex scene at the start.

To put it simply, you were a weird kid. From 1st grade to now you didnt have many friends. It wasnt horrible, it was honestly pretty nice. Less drama to worry about and more time to get your homework done so you can do whatever you want. That was until you met Vi.

She was a pretty sociable person, not like happy to talk constantly, just unafraid of interaction. You both sat by each other during biology, it came to you easily but with Vi it took a little more time… after a while she started to ask for your help. It was never a demand to do her homework, and you could tell that she was really struggling. It started with a few short explanations, to a few short conversations about the shitty teacher, to plans to hang out afterschool. It was all so fast for you, was this even how friendships started? Either way it was fine, not like you could call it off when you’re 5 minutes away from her house.

Your heart raced at the thought of even being in her house. Was it weird to dress up for this? Were your pajamas appropriate? What would her house look like? You sat in the backseat of the car, gripping onto the strap of your bag for dear life, contemplating if it was even normal to be this nervous. I mean you were acting like you were going on your first date, and it’d be weird to date another girl, right? I mean Vi was pretty but wasn’t in a romantic way, maybe… your racing thoughts were cut off by the sudden stop of the car. You quickly got out, making sure you had all your stuff on you.

After talking to Vi’s dad Vander for a little, you sat on the floor of Vi’s bedroom, looking around like you about escape. She had a few posters, most of some boxers you didn’t know and some rock bands you also didn’t know. Her room was messy but you can see that she attempted to clean up a bit. It was a little after 9pm, Vi was talking to her dad about watching some movies on the TV. A part of you wanted to beg to be picked up and the other wanted to stay forever.

“Alright, you up to watch some horror movies?” Vi said with a smirk on her face, holding up a few CDs of shitty shock value horror. You smiled, standing up and walking quickly to living room together.

You both sat on the couch together, a space between the two of you. “Okay… Friday the 13th or Hellraiser?” She asked with a daring look on her face as she held both them up. You pointed to Friday the 13th, i mean you’ve heard about it more so it couldn’t be that bad, right? Vander was out going to the store, and Powder was out for the night by now. Vi put the CD in and you both sat watching. Maybe you spent a little too much time caring about if your posture was bad or if you should hold something, but as soon as the opening scene came on you didn’t know how to act. Seeing the people move in such a manner to mimic sex, you knew it was probably not real but it made you blush a bit. As you listened to the faux moans, you felt weird. You imagined yourself as the girl for a minute, it wasn’t too enjoyable compared to imagining the both of you there. But you wouldn’t do that with Vi, that would be weird, right. Safe to say you stayed silent for the rest of the movie, barely even getting scared if you excuse jumping a few times.

After it had ended you sort of just spaced out. Vi took a notice of that, assuming you were just scared or something. “…you wanna watch something easier?” She said after a second of silence, you just nodded. She quickly got up to look through CDs again, finally landing on Mean Girls to cleanse your palate. Putting in and watching felt a bit better. You both made fun of them and laughed with each other, it was weirdly bonding. The clock hit 11pm, you guys were a bit closer on the couch. You looked to Vi at a funny part, seeing if she would laugh, you didn’t know why seeing her smile made your heart race. Your eyes met and she smiled at just you, but you felt like you were caught stealing something so you quickly looked away.

The movie ended and Vander came back, telling you both to go to bed. You both obliged, even though you shared a small look, knowing you’d stay up until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You both sat on the floor of Vi’s bedroom, attempting to think of something to do. “Maybe we could play truth or dare?” You ask, it was stereotypical but it was a fun game, theoretically. Vi lit up, like it was the idea of a century. “I’ll start, truth or dare?” Vi said with a smile, holding her pillow in her lap. “Truth?” You were bit unsure, still anxious if all your actions were okay. “Okay… who’s your celebrity crush?” Vi asks with the same smile plastered on her face. You thought long and hard, you couldn’t say some like Kristen Stewart or any other girl, that would make it so tense. “…uh… whoever the actor is for Elvira…” you say, hesitant but you couldn’t lie. Lying would be worse than making it awkward. She looked a bit shocked. “Really? You like girls?” She says like it just unexpected rather than weird. “I dont know… i mean probably.” You say, trying to push off the topic, it wasn’t something for you to decide right now, or you just told yourself that. It was silent and awkward for a moment, well for you. You forgot it was your turn. “Oh, truth or dare?” You say quickly, attempting to completely forget, or at least think of a way to give yourself short term memory loss. “Truth.” She says, her smile still unmoving. “Uh… have you ever dated someone?” You ask, a little hesitant. The warm light of a lamp illuminated Vi’s face, it was covered in scars but it was pretty to you. “No, datings for losers.” She says with a laugh, it was unexpected though. Someone so nice, so pretty, i mean you would totally date her— never mind. “Truth or dare.” Vi says, her voice daring. You couldn’t pick truth again, it’d a pussy move. “Dare.” You said with a surge of confidence. It was a moment of silence as Vi contemplated what dare to give her.

“I dare you to kiss me.” Vi says with a smirk, like she knew you wouldn’t do it. Your face became hot as can be. You froze for a minute, it was so weird to even think about doing that with any girl, let alone Vi. You didn’t know if it was a sudden rush of adrenaline or what, all that you did know was the feeling of Vi’s lips pressed against yours. You held the side of her cheek, as if she would leave if you let go. Vi was surprised, well that was before she responded with ten times the amount of force in the kiss. Almost straight up knocking you down, her hands falling to your shoulder and your waist. After a minute that felt way too long, she broke the kiss. Your insides felt crazy, you had never felt like this ever. Her smile was so wide as she stared into your eyes, your own expression just being plain shocked.

“…was that too much?” Vi asked, you shook your head maybe a bit too much. You started to smile, the warm feeling growing in your stomach. With only the smallest bit of hesitance she kissed you once more, well it was more like a hundred small kisses, but it lasted forever. Her hand that was planted on your waist gently moved upwards onto your ribcage, feeling your heart race. On the other hand, yours were stuck like they were weighed down with concrete. It was awkward, intense as well, she prodded her tongue onto your lips just a bit, as if asking for entrance. You separate your lips a smidge, her tongue quickly entering. It was awkward, you let out a few weird noises, she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. After breaking the kiss, you both sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do next.

“Uh… that was nice…” Vi says with a flushed face and a dorky smile. You nodded, you had never once expected to make out with anyone, let alone a girl. It was nice, very nice.

[ihaznoclue]

Hiii I would like to request Shadow the hedgehog with an alien!reader. They look human but have an ability that resembles light and glitter? If that makes sense lol

(If you can, could it be a stranger’s 2 lovers? If you only do platonic that’s fine! Reader would be also be on Sonic’s side and living with the trio)

Pairings -> Shadow the Hedgehog x Alien Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is a alien who looks like a human but have the ability that resembles light and glitter

Genre -> Fluff [Strangers to Lovers]

Shadow The Hedgehog

You're both aliens at this point

But you were more human looking which is a good thing as people never seem to like aliens

You were like a alien that could disguise as a human but could resemble light and glitter

Which is a weird thing that most people might think but you think it is cool

Ever since you came to earth, you never knew the interesting things you might see on the way

But sometimes it is always tough as things may happen out of the blue

After a few years of being in this world called Earth you never realised you would find the most kindest people

The Wachowski

They took you in as one of them as they already had some company

A Hedgehog, A fox and a Echidna

They all looked so adorable to you

Sonic being the first one to introduce himself as they other did so too

Now you guys were all like a big happy family

But not everything turns out happy in the end

Sonic and his friends seemed to be caught in a mission

You missed them dearly, but the Wachowskis thought they could bring you to london to take on this mission with them as they need all the help they could get

That was until you saw HIM

Shadow the hedgehog

A black and red Hedgehog, seeming to be a different version of sonic

But you came to the wrong place at the wrong time as you saw Tom on the ground, Shadow with the key in his hand as he saw you

That's how you are now taken in by him as your wrists were tied together

Trying to free yourself as you thought of idea on how to get out

Doctor eggman and his grandfather seemed to be suspicious about you seeming that you looked rather different than the Wachowskis

Shadow also thought too but didn't think much of it as it seemed like a waste of time

But Shadow knew something was up with you and he wanted to know what

During your time being captured by The robotniks, shadow had seemed to take a interest in you all of a sudden seeming that he was always the one who stood close to you

So you decided to start a conversation with you if you could only to get a huff out of him

But you didn't stop as you told him things about you

Shadow looked like he wasn't listening but actually he was

During all this, you wondered if the others were coming to get you back

But you didn't feel threatened at all as they seemed to untie you

But on one condition if Shadow supervisors you

Which you didn't mind at all seeming he was the only one you've talked to during all this

Now Shadow has become more talkative ever since he started to look after you seeing if you were trying to escape

But you never did as you always tried so hard to keep a conversation going

You were joyful, talkative and very sweet

Someone that he cared for, someone who didn't think he was a monster

You reminded him of someone he dearly loved and cared for

And he was scared if he was going to care for you, something would happen to you

Shadow tried to keep it on the down low as you were the one to always talk about stuff

Shadow took interest about the stuff you would talk about

Like how pretty flower fields are, how lovely the forests are around your home town, how your family was the best

And maybe you spilled in a little bit of something else you weren't suppose to talk about

Maybe something about you being an alien just like him

Shadow was confused until you proved it, your skin reflected on the light

It was because you trusted him enough to know

Shadow thought it was pretty, your skin shining and looked sparkly

Shadow wasn't the only alien here

The person he cared and came close to was also an alien just like him

And he is willing to protect you from anything that tries to come after you

And he was going to do the right thing

-A<3

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

For the Mouthwashing requests, how about Anya with an intern!Reader who slowly falls in love with her (and of course, she returns the sentiment)? Aboard the Tulpar if you're feeling angsty...headcanons or fic, your choice! Thank you ^^

AN: Thank you for the requestttt, and YESS ANGSTY I love sprinkling in angst. I'm gonna do some HC's, but in the future I may turn it into a oneshot. I hope you enjoy<3 I hope you don't mind me assigning the reader as Anya's intern! I left out what happens post crash because I didn't wanna be too angsty.

[also i was listening to Just like Heaven by the Cure..I think Anya would love them :)]

Anya x Intern! Reader Headcanons+ mini drabbles [sfw-ish]

mdni banner: cafekitsune

CW(S): Implications of sex, slight angst towards the end, mouthwashing spoilers, GN! reader/reader's gender is not mentioned, Possible age gap? I view Anya as a woman in her late 20's early 30's so depending on how old you are there's that.

So how does this happen?

Listen, you took this internship so you could get some credit for your University. The internship had nothing to do with your major what so ever but hey. Beggars can't be choosers?

You would be the Medical Intern, doing menial tasks and being educated on different first aide techniques by your mentor, Anya.

At first it was a pretty standard relationship, she was your mentor and you were her student. It wasn't all strictly business as the two of you got along fairly well outside of work stuff.

Around the 3 month mark of the haul you start to notice things about her that you hadn't before. Like how her hair was somehow always perfect as it fell over her shoulders, how her eye color was the most unique thing in the world, and how her lips were such a beautiful peachy brown color and how...soft they looked.

...uh oh.

Well....What are you gonna do about it?

At first you hold off on telling her, afraid of making things weird. What's another 8-ish months keeping your feelings a secret? easy peasy.

....at least you THINK it's gonna be easy. Your poker face isn't exactly the best.

Around month 5 is when she starts to really notice some big changes.

At first she gets worried thinking that you're going mental, nurses don't get their own evals. She questions you about it one day as the two of you are sitting in Medical, organizing some paperwork.

You try to deny that anything is wrong and that its simply nothing...which she essentially calls you out for because obviously lying and prods you again.

"So...Y/n, are you feeling alright?" You nod your head and try and hide your nervousness. "Y-yeah I'm great! uhm..why do you ask?" She stops filing papers and turns to you, eyes searching your form intently. "You've been a little off these last few months, Even if we don't get our own evaluations you know you can always talk to me." You bite the inside of your cheek and nod. Man you really needed to work on your poker face skills. "I'll keep that in mind th-thanks." you clear your throat and resume working. "But i'm fine though-just a bit uh, overwhelmed is all." "Y/n," she says sternly and you look up, deer in headlights. "Something is clearly bothering you, what is it?" her gaze is tender and full of concern. Those same gorgeous eyes flittering over your face. You gulp and open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Instead you just feel and overwhelming sense of dread. "I-I'm sorry I have to go."

Oh,what's this??

You panic and duck of medical and hide in your 'bedroom' for a bit.

After that you can't look her in the eye properly, maybe it'll affect your credit but at this point you don't care.

Unfortunately you can't avoid her for very long.

she finds you after dinner and holds you by the shoulder. Curly, or Jimmy hadn't pulled you aside to discuss your little stunt from earlier so she must not have reported it.

You couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing...

"Y/n I really need to talk with you, okay?" She says. It was phrased as a question but you knew you couldn't just back out. "Alright." She leads you back to medical and both of you sit at her desk. She's in her usual chair, and you're in the chair that the 'patient' usually sits at. "I'm a little disappointed in what happened earlier," she begins "I'm not mad but I am a little bit hurt. Something is clearly troubling you and it's part of my job as your mentor and the nurse to make sure in good shape." You suck in a breath and nod. "I'm sorry." Your eyes are focused on your shoes, too ashamed to look her in the eyes. "Please tell me what's bothering you?" She asks and pulls your attention to her by cupping your chin. The action makes your heart skip a few beats, and your cheeks feel warmer. You meet her gaze and the feelings you had for months are threatening to spill out. "I," You swallow thickly and try and gather your wits. "I think I'm in love with you..I didn't want to say anything because we're co-workers." She pulls her hand away from your face, eyes fixated on you as you speak. "I was so nervous because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. And I didn't want to get fired." Her lips curve into a smile after you finish talking, an action that makes you even more nervous. "Oh hun, that's what that was about?" You splutter and do a double take, the pet name was not helping you feel less anxious. "I've taken quite a liking to you too. All you had to to was be honest with me."

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

After that night you two begun a secret relationship, keeping things professional during the day and indulging each other at night.

It's been... so good so far! Obviously date nights are hard to do when you're stuck on a spaceship but you made it work. Even if that meant asking Curly for a special dinner under the guise that it was for the crew.

...That happiness was short lived though because the ship fucking crashed. What the hell man?

Even if things were looking bleak you were determined to remain positive for Anya.

"Do you think we're gonna make it?" You has asked her one night, Her undereyes had begun growing darker from all the stress, a sight that made your heart ache. "I hope so." was all she said. You didn't take her lack of words to heart. As the two of you sat in silence you inched your hand over hers and gave it a firm squeeze. "That's the most important thing," you said "to have hope." She hummed and leaned her head against your shoulder. "No matter what happens..I love you." You whisper, glancing over at her. She looks up at you with a weak smile. "I love you too y/n."

[aviradasa]

The Lost boys main Hcs

Dwayne

Also i gave him an actual personality. Cause suprisingly, quiet people can have personality traits other that being a brooding,mature,book loving,parental, and having good dick.

Ok Well i kept these traits but added more to him cause i didn't see anyone else doing so.

Enjoy!!

(Ps this was hardly proof read. and written at 2 am so pardon how weird it may be)

Contrary to popular belief this man is just as crazy as the others. If not more.

Granted, yeah, he can be chill as hell but do not let that fool you cause just under that quiet persona is an actual sadistic asshole.

I mean damn.

To start off, this dude is brutal when it comes to feeding. I mean, he can give David a run for his money.

I mean did y'all see him during the bonfire scene??????

During that, he was honestly a bit rushed cause normally, he will keep his victims alive for a good long while before actually killing them, all while ripping them to pieces.

And cause he is smart as hell he knows the right places to tear into a person where it will take them longer to die from it.

What an asshole.

But when he's not being evil as fuck he is giving the others stupid ideas.

I mean honestly i think the whole taking Michael to the bridge thing was his idea.

He just snuck over to David and was like, "Hey, I have a wonderful idea." And David was like "hell yeah I like that"

Well, ok, that's not exactly how I went, but that's my dummed-down Disney villain version.

They had all hung off the bridge before, but Dwayne knew that that would probably freak Michael the fuck out more than anything, and he just wanted to watch that poor dude suffer.

On that topic he lowkey hated Michael at first.

So he just ignored him as much as possible. But at the same time, he also was just waiting for Michael to start some shit so he could fight him.

When Michael punched David, this man got so excited, only to have his dream crushed when he couldn't swing on him.

Poor dwayne.

The main reason we don't see much of dwaynes personality is cause Michael is around every time we see him and he does not fuck with him enough to grant him access to who he is as a person

Speaking of him and David, I, kinda see them as being evil scheming, besties not gonna lie. Like when Dwayne gets a fun little plan in his head to fuck with people, he's creeping up on David to tell him all about it. (And plant the seed in his mind)

Honestly, if you walk in when these two are talking you swear they both just look like this

Like honestly its just a back away slowly and forget you ever saw them situation 🤣

The best part for him is letting people believe it was David or one of the other boy's ideas so he doesn't get too much attention drawn to himself.

As much as this wannabe attention whore wants to, he will hardly take credit is his plans so as not to get Max on his ass. As much as he wants to be like, "Yeah, I made them do that, hahaha," he won't.

He's literally like a little puppet master.

But enough of him being a silent but deadly dickhead

This guy is amazing at so many things.

He's a bigggg car/ motorcycle guy. If you take him anywhere, like a car show or something, he's gonna be yapping with the owner of a fuckin 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline for 2 hours.

And he can and will spend HOURS, NIGHTS, even working on his bike. Does it need work? No. Does he just wanna work on it for fun? Yes.

Oh, and if the others mention even a slight tick coming from their bike, he's becoming the most insufferable know-it-all in the cave.

" oh well you know if the ticks coming from theirrrr you should already know it needs (blank)

They all hate when he does this but they still let him work on the bikes cause they know he enjoys it so much.

It's relaxing to work on stuff like that for him. He can just sit down, listen to his music, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and tune up the bikes all by himself.

And that's the way he likes to work.

He loves the other's company, but deep down, this man is introverted. He can go crazy and have fun but once his social battery is out, he is out, bye.

He will just disappear once he is done with people for the day. If he doesn't, he gets snappy and sassy, and it's just like "Damnnnnnn. Ok, sir ."

He will start clocking everybody's shit if forced to stick around.

But honestly, most of the time, he's cool. He's kinda like a cat, not gonna lie.

Shits gotta be on his terms or he don't wanna do it.

Ok ok I know I clowned on it but I do think he likes to read

And he does read ALOT.

He keeps a lil shelf of books in his area of the cave.

Aka, he took one of the big ass bookshelves from when the hotel collapsed, fixed it, and now stores all the books he loves on it.

He loves most genres, to he's not picky. From fantasy to westerns he readys whatever catches his interest.

While he reads he likes to listen to music that matches so once he was reading a sci-fi novel he had David Bowie BLASTING

They didn't even know he liked David Bowie. But hey, that's why we love Dwayne. He's full of surprises. And his music taste is the epitome of "I like whatever sounds good"

I could go on and on and on about this man but this might get long so if y'all want me to elaborate on any of these or make a part 2 let me know cause i WILL also if you want hcs of the other boys let me know! Night my little goblins 🖤🖤

[five-rivers]

Ancestral Chapter 27

AO3

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of the communication with Vlad.  He wanted to know, somewhat reasonably, what they already knew about Revyvtech and Alicia’s situation, and also the security team.  Danny would have honestly told him to forget getting any information at all about the security team (he didn’t think Vlad would turn this into a hostage situation, but he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t), but Gwensyvyr convinced him to go talk to Matthew and the others, since he hadn’t been taking notes on Revyvtech and, really, any instructions to the security teams should come from Matthew and Mr. Kynbaz.

“Just to summarize,” said Matthew, “there’s an evil billionaire syvyr who wants to marry Maddie, adopt you and he let out Pariah Dark at some point?”  He looked terribly gaunt and worn in his pajamas, but he hadn’t been sleeping anyway, so Danny didn’t feel as guilty as he could have.  

“He did help lock him away again, so I think that bit was more just poor planning,” said Danny.  

“And you’re absolutely sure he had nothing to do with the assassination attempt?”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “He sucks, and he has used blood blossoms before, but he hasn’t even tried to kill Dad since he found out about me, and even if he’s deluded enough to think that Mom wouldn’t care about that, he’d know she’d care about this.  Besides, I don’t think he knew Avlynys, like, existed before this.”

“And our honored ancestor… approved of telling this man about Alicia?  And letting him into the country?”

“It was her idea,” said Danny.  

“I understand the concern,” said Gwensyvyr, “but I would say that having him run about without information is more of a risk than otherwise.  He is the type who would be used by our enemies quite handily.  They would only need to reach out, as we have, to find a way in for him.”

“Wait,” said Danny, “the whole thing was about giving him information?  Not about Aunt Alicia?  Or, um, the other thing?”

“Well, if he is successful at either, it is a bonus,” said Gwensyvyr, shrugging.  “It is more important that he stay away from Revyvtech, however.  Would he have listened, if you told him the information outright?”

“No,” said Danny.  “He probably wouldn’t have.”

Matthew sighed heavily.  “Is this ‘other thing’ important right now?”

“No, it’s actually probably better not to talk about it until after all this stuff is sorted out,” said Danny.  

“Alright,” said Matthew.  “Okay.  I’ll come back to that later, then.”

Danny nodded, a bit embarrassed.  He was sleepy, too.  He couldn’t think of everything he shouldn’t say or do.  He’d had adult supervision.  

“Is there anything else?”

“I… don’t think so?”  He looked at Gwensyvyr, who shrugged and shook her head.  

“Good,” said Matthew.  “So, what we’re all going to do is go back to bed, then we’ll get up in the morning and hopefully some of the things we ordered for the Trials will be here…”

“Mom and Dad don’t want us to be in the Trials,” cautioned Danny.  

“Yes, I know.  They were quite vocal about that only a few hours ago.”

“Oh,” said Danny, “yeah.  I’d, um.”

“They can’t legally stop you from participating, anyway, Danny.”

Danny made a face.  He’d honestly forgotten.

“We’re all tired,” said Matthew.  “Go to bed.”

.

“So,” said Danny as he finally crawled into bed.  “Is there something else?”

“Nothing that wouldn’t carry you away from here,” said Gwensyvyr.  “Why?”

“Because you’re still here?”

Gwensyvyr raised an eyebrow.  

“Sometimes, you can’t sleep when you’re being watched.  It’s weird.”  It was one thing when they couldn’t communicate very well, and another thing when they’d had several conversations.

Gwensyvyr sighed dramatically.  “Times were, all members of a family slept in the same room.  It made it much easier to keep track of everyone.”  But she floated up.  “I will keep an eye on the others, then.”

“Matthew,” said Danny.  “He’s the most likely to be assassinated at this point.”

“Quite so,” said Gwensyvyr.  She flew up to Danny and took his wrist.  She traced a shape there, over his pulse.  “For luck,” she explained, before leaving.  

“She’s going to come back as soon as I go to sleep, isn’t she?” Danny asked himself.  Then he shrugged.  It wasn’t like he never peeked in on anyone, just to make sure.  

It was, he reflected, as he snuggled into his pillow, probably a ghost thing.

.

He woke up to the sounds of a fight.  Not a ghost fight, or a gunfight, or even a swordfight, but a verbal, screaming at the top of each other’s lungs fight.  Even so, Danny was out of bed and halfway to the door before Gwensyvyr stopped him with a hand on his chest.  

“It’s only Madlyn,” she said.  “There was a delivery only a few minutes past, of clothing for the Trials, among other things we discussed yesterday.  Matthew wanted them to come quickly.”

Danny blinked a few times, not as awake as he would have liked.  “Let me guess, there was stuff in there for me and Jazz?”

“Indeed,” said Gwensyvyr.  

“I am trying to follow the law!”

“I refuse to lose my children to the same medieval nonsense that killed my parents!”

Danny winced.  Really, this was just a continuation from last night, but, still, Danny had hoped…

Wanting to distract himself, he asked, “What things?”

“Vesklydys.  Clothing, that is, for the Trials.  And weaponry as well.  The twins came with it.”

“Um, you don’t mean Iris and George?”

“Kerytyk and Karys,” said Gwensyvyr.  “My twins.  They are gysys smythe, now.”

Spirits of the forge.  It was a fitting title, since they’d been master smiths and swordsmen when they were alive, according to the, well, he couldn’t call them myths anymore, really.  But he felt as if there was probably something more to the title than just the words.  

“And that’s, um,” started Danny, who still wasn’t entirely awake.  

“They help with the rites for the ritual knives,” explained Gwensyvyr.  “That one bit of syvyry is well remembered enough, but…”

“But sometimes there are problems,” filled in Danny.  “Like someone not doing it exactly right, because they just think it’s a tradition, or not being able to, uh, I guess there must be some ectoplasm involved that gets moved around…”

Gwensyvyr nodded.  “I thought that, as you are grounded, I could teach you some syvyry.”

“I’m not grounded,” protested Danny, “and I do already know how to use my ghost powers.  

“Mm, yes, yes, and considering that you fought Pariah Dark - no matter how that came about, or what help you had - you must be very skilled at wielding them.  And you can see and hear us, when no one else can.  But you know there is more to syvyry than that.”

Danny opened his mouth to argue about that, but it was true.  He did know.  There was the Great Gate Key, for one thing, and the ritual knives for another, but he’d thought those were sort of extensions of ghost powers, like Ember’s guitar, or some rudimentary version of ghost tech, like how blood blossoms acted sort of like the Specter Deflector.  

And, he realized, they might be, even if Gwensyvyr was drawing a distinction.  But that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be useful to learn them, if he could.  

He nodded, thoughtfully, and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“I do not know how much you can learn in the little time we have, but many things have been lost that will still be useful.  Either for you, or for those you can teach.”

Danny sat up straighter.  “You think the others can learn?  Jazz and Matthew and everyone?”

“Maybe,” said Gwensyvyr.  “The smiths yet make the knives, even though they cannot hear the ghosts that gather round their forges.  Our churchyards are yet hallowed, although no priest I know of has ever glimpsed me.  Should one of my own line who has long lived above something like the sacred pool do something similar, even blind, even deaf?”  She shrugged.  “I wouldn’t be shocked.”

“Okay,” said Danny.  “So, what do we start with?”

Gwensyvyr made a face.  “That,” she said, “might be tricky.  I can tell you all the ways we have taught things in the past, but…”  She frowned down at her hand, opening and closing it.  

“But not with this little power?”

“Not without being able to touch things,” she said, smiling wryly.  “Although, many times an apprentice starts with meditation and philosophy, I do not think that is useful here.”

“Sorry,” said Danny.  

Gwensyvyr waved away his apology.  “We ought to start with something practical.  Protection charms, I think.  Do you have paper?”

“Yes, somewhere,” said Danny.  He’d brought some expecting to do homework while he was here.  He was really going to be behind when they got back to Amity Park…

“Get it.  Spellwork of this type all begins with what the English might call a schematic.  A skepyn.  You will have to trace after me, like with the board, but more precisely…”

.

Learning magic, as it turned out, was hard.  

Following Gwensyvyr’s instructions closely enough to get a result when she couldn’t demonstrate directly was difficult.  Danny was having trouble understanding what a success looked or felt like.  The materials syvyrys usually used included a lot of things made from natural ingredients that Danny and Gwensyvyr were both pretty sure either contained ectoplasm or had special effects on ectoplasm, and they didn’t have substitutes on hand.  The periodic and continuing fights downstairs didn’t help either Danny or Gwensyvyr focus.  The Trials were happening as soon as everything could be put in place, even if exactly when that would be was unclear, so each mistake came with the sense of time draining away.  It was a bit of a mess.  

But Danny had certainly learned skills under stricter time constraints and worse circumstances.  Like in the middle of ghost fights.  

(Gwensyvyr had given him a look after he’d mentioned that, and he decided not to bring it up again.  Ever.)

Gwensyvyr nodded.  “I think that worked,” she said, examining the ectoplasm-bright lines he’d painted on his bedsheet.  “Go ahead and try to set it on fire.”

“Okay,” said Danny, snapping his fingers so that a tiny tongue of ghost fire hovered above them.  “Wait, is this wool?  Wool doesn’t catch fire, does it?  Tucker was reading to me about internet drama and that’s big in the knitting community.”

Gwensyvyr blinked at him.  “How could I know what it’s made of if I can’t touch it?”

The door opened.  “I think it’s okay to come down for lunch, since–” She broke off, staring.  “Are you lighting your sheets on fire?”

“No,” said Danny, hastily extinguishing the light.  “Do you ever knock?”

“No, and Mom and Dad don’t always, either, which is why you should lock your doors.”

“There isn’t a lock,” pointed out Danny.  

“Barricade, then.”

“There is a spell for that, actually,” said Gwensyvyr.  “But you should go.  You haven’t eaten, and it may be the best chance you have to see what was brought.”

Danny stood up and started folding the sheet.  “What ended the fight, anyway?”

“Which one?” said Jazz.  “Matthew had to actually go to work a while ago, Joanna is crying in her bedroom, that’s the first time I saw Eugene get mad like that, by the way, and the rest…”  She sighed.  “I think Mom really thought that she might get Iris and George on her side, since they didn’t believe in ghosts before, but then they started talking about peer review and double blind studies, and I’m not sure how relevant everything they said was to studying ghosts, or if they even meant it to be relevant or if they were just, you know–”

“Trolling,” supplied Gwensyvyr.  

“Yes, that,” said Jazz, before doing a double take.  “Gone again.”  She shook herself.  “What are you two doing up here, anyway?”

“Well, I’m probably going to explain everything wrong,” said Danny, depositing the neat square of the sheet on his bed, “but it’s like this…”

[more-sonorous]

tipsy cuddles (sun, moon, stars)— jatherid

this is just a little piece of some seriously extensive writing I’ve done for these three— I think I’ve probably written like 10k words for them that I’ve yet to share!

they are sort of tipsy in this scene, but all of these characters are 21+ (actually close to their thirties), so the alcohol consumption is totally legal.

the characters aren’t totally wasted and the alcohol is barely mentioned in this little section, but I figured I’d leave a warning!

anyways please enjoy these few words! I don’t have anything new to post today so I figured I’d share some writing I enjoyed doing.

(for context, davey did not confess feelings for them. he just ranted about how he’s attempted dating and it just hasn’t worked for him. the end of that rant is where the scenelet starts.)

…..

“It’s not that I don’t love people. I do. I know I do. Fuck, I’m almost positive that I’m bi. And I know I want— I want to be with people. I wanna date and all of that stuff, I really do. But I think something’s wrong with me. I’m too— I’m too weird, or something.”

By that point, Davey was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, face flushed and eyes bright with passion. He’d shifted positions in his chair and was leaning towards them, one leg tucked beneath himself and the other still tossed over the armrest. She’d seen him frustrated like this on multiple occasions, with tears shimmering in his expressive eyes and movements sharp and angry, but she’d never seen him vibrating with such a mix of shame and relief before. She wanted to hug him and hide him from the world forever. She wanted to tug her hands through his hair and call him hers and tell him he’d never have to worry about assholes who didn’t listen to him again. Because she’d listen. She knew she would.

Instead she settled with something simple: “Davey, that’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely not your fault. You just haven’t found the right person yet.”

“What if there isn’t a right person?” Then he frowned, and Kath felt her heart shatter in a million different ways.

“Oh, don’t say that. I know you’re gonna find someone.” She held a hand out and after a moment, he stretched his own arm across the gap to take it.

Kath tugged until he was stumbling to his feet, and from there, she pulled him down onto the couch where she and Jack were already curled together. He fell on top of her with a soft ‘oof’, which made all three of them laugh. Davey’s weight was a welcome blanket and she threw one arm around his waist, using the other to guide his face into the curve of Jack’s neck. Davey’s shoulder had landed just beneath her chin and she pressed her nose and lips against it, breathing in the smell of his laundry detergent and the unique notes of papery books and vanilla shampoo. How anyone could take someone like Davey for granted baffled Kath. He was a wonderful human.

She watched Jack’s hand find its way to Davey’s curls and the taller boy relaxed nearly immediately, feeling almost boneless against them. After about a moment in the embrace, Jack smiled slightly and tilted his head to press against Davey’s hair. “Can I take your glasses off, Dave?”

Davey gave a grunt of affirmation, so Jack carefully extracted the glasses from their tangle of limbs and carefully set them on the coffee table. Kath couldn’t hide her pleased smile. Somehow she’d landed two of the cuddliest men she knew as her boyfriend and best friend, and she absolutely wasn’t complaining.

“You smell good, Jack.” Davey’s voice vibrated his chest, words slightly slurred (he wouldn’t have said something so honest if he was sober). Kath watched as Jack smiled.

“Thanks, Davey. You too, man.”

Davey laughed a slightly drunken giggle and one of his hands slid down to Kath’s wrist, tangling with her fingers. She immediately took his hand in hers and closed her eyes, savoring the contact.

Soon Davey’s breaths began to even out and Kath and Jack followed suit, relaxing to the tune of the soft country music playing behind them. She was actually starting to enjoy the deep, crooning voices, but she’d never tell Jack that. She’d never hear the end of it and he’d be begging to blast his country favorites every day. Lowered inhibitions led her to gently nudge Jack. “Hey, Davey likes head scratches.”

“Kath, don’t—“ David whined, but his protest shut down the moment Jack’s fingertips disappeared into his hair and dragged carefully against his scalp. He made a very un-Davey-like noise and closed his eyes, which forced Katherine to suppress a giggle.

Jack laughed softly. “I think I found your factory reset, Davey.”

“Mmph, hush.” He muttered gruffly, and the other two shared a quiet laugh, because Jack was absolutely right. “You’re just weirdly good at this.”

Jack smiled slightly and wrapped his other arm securely around Kath’s waist, sandwiched between her body and the fabric of Davey’s t-shirt. “I’m a man of many talents. Now you just shut your eyes and nap, Dave. Stop thinkin’ so hard— I can hear your brain goin’ a mile a minute.”

“Yeah.” Kath gave his hand a squeeze. “Thanks for being honest with us, by the way. About the dating stuff. I know that took a lot.”

“I… I guess I should’ve told you sooner.” He gave the smallest shrug, just barely shifting on top of her. Kath rubbed her thumb in a small circle against his palm.

“No, you were waiting until you were ready. I had no right to be offended. Let’s just— let’s just leave it be for now. I’m comfy.”

“Okay—“

He started pushing himself up out of their little pile and earned noises of protest from both Jack and Kath, who pulled him back down with whatever hold they had on him. David burst into drunken giggles, his chest shaking against Kath. She scoffed. “I said I was comfy!”

“But I’m crushing you!”

“I like being crushed. Now, shhh.”

Jack copied her shushing and once Davey’s fit of giggles died, Jack resumed his head scratches and Kath curled up between her boys, feeling more at home than she’d felt in a long time. Davey started drifting off, and he fell asleep long before Jack or Kath came close. The last movement she remembered was Jack sleepily reaching for their remote to turn off the music.

After that it was just warmth and sleep, and waking up sweaty and tangled and content in the morning with a hangover to boot.

[soupmanspeaks]

you ever wonder if the Glamrocks's face tracking acts up when they look at Glamrock-Freddy, like they'll look at his face, and the recognition will register as Freddy, but their systems for whatever reason or another think that there is a face overlapped on Freddy's do you think they see two small squares next to him, at his side, roughly child sized, but no one is physically there.... right...?

[romance-incubomp3]

aghhhh:(

[keeps-ache]

ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]

[mer-se]

it’s crazy how people don’t think their death will affect people around them even if you aren’t close to them, or even if they were just semi passing encounters like no, others feel it. my neighbor died and as I park my car and look up at her dark little house it makes me so sad - I wanna go inside and turn on the lights she always has on. People notice and will feel it even if you don’t believe it.

[bookishjules]

i love using ultrafacts as an impetus to research the most random shit. the amount of info they give is hardly ever enough to sate my curiosity, let alone convince my internal legitimacy meter that they aren't spouting bs, so more often than not i end up articles deep in Random Historical Event 47181947 before i finally come back, add the post to my silly queue, and continue on my dash-y way. it's great fun.

[ravenwolfie97]

Piggy backing anon. How dare you diagnose me via rotating cow lmfao

First you make me realize I'm ADHD, then that I'm autistic, the longer I follow this blog the more ND I get

Came for TOME stayed for the ongoing self awakenings ig

i am a mirror for all my followers to reflect on ✌️

[dovedrangeas]

hmmm i just saw some Bad Fandom Content

[oldtvandcomics]

Thanks to autism and the infamous insular interests, all of my knowledge can somehow be traced back to

- queer representation in media, - an interest in the history of fantasy and science fiction and how these genres evolved

and that’s pretty much it. I know SO MUCH cool stuff about history, and literature, and mythology, and feminist theory, and American culture, and....

lol you're only learning japanese because you like anime, you're only interested in history because you like the anime girl king king arthur series, you're only broadening your horizons and becoming a more learned and fulfilled person because your sincere enjoyment of something not considered intellectual enough to be worthy of recognition provided you with a small window into a few of the many wonders of culture and knowledge the world has to offer and you want to obtain a deeper understanding of them

[kutyaharapas]

not a good idea to stay up til 2 am bc the bad memories from highschool will start flooding back in

[playingonedchess]

what the fuck why on earth did i come up with that