#I know most animals do that but most of the time rats sleep together in nests or hammocks

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having an eep zzzz

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Three Hearts Left

Pairing: max verstappen x fem!gamer!reader

summary: fans (and friends) are shocked when they find max is married and to who

a/n: I’m only a casual gamer so take it with a grain of salt

a/n 2: sorry it’s a really late - the weather hates me personally (it is actually September and doesn’t need to be 85* 😡) and it drained my creativity also I got hella sick so 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n 3: I know I use the name Twitter when talking about that site. I’ll stop deadnaming it when musk rat does too

a/n 4: still not feeling 100% but I wanted to get this out for max’s bday!!

catpawsgaming

Welcome to the CatTree with the paw prints 🐾 ! I’m just a cat 🐈 mom Lady™ who loves the gaming but not the camera 📷. I’ve been playing games all my life and have been streaming for 3 years — as a hobby, not a full time job. I love my 2 cats, my handsome man, and you 🫵 all my lovely fans. You most definitely make all this worthwhile so mwah mwah 💋💋 (video)

catpawsgaming

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catpawsgaming: here we go! Baldur’s Gate 3 has been highly highly requested — so I bought it! …yesterday and forgot about it cause curse of capitalism I still have my day job 😭 but away we go!

As always, if you didn’t manage to catch my livestream it’ll be on my page and I’ll be uploading it to my YouTube channel tomorrow! My YouTube will have the 3 usual versions (one unedited with my reactions, one with just the game play, and one with no sound at all but with closed captions)

Next stream date and game tbh announced but will probably be this Sunday with Animal Crossing (fingers crossed 🤞🤞 I finally get a good turnip price 😭😭 Daisy Mae hasn’t been kind to me lately…)

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user1: guuuurrrrrrrllll it’s about time you got bg3! We been waiting

↳ catpawsgaming: definitely worth the wait though! I had so much fun and it was so hard to stop for the night

↳ user2: for sure it was 🤣 your reactions to shadowheart and astarion were hilarious

↳ catpawsgaming: they clocked my type on point

user3: glad we convinced you to become a bard! You’ll rock it 💙

↳ catpawsgaming: ok but this the closest you will get me to actually performing so enjoy it while it lasts

↳ user3: not gonna sing along?

↳ catpawsgaming: 🤣🤣🤣 🫵 🤡

↳ catpawsgaming: absolutely not.

↳ catpawsgaming: also handsome just bust out laughing at the thought of me singing so…🙄🙄🙄 he’s lucky I love him

↳ handsome: I am very lucky liefje

↳ user3: ahhhh we were so close to her singing but also awwww cause handsome is here!!

handsome: liefje this was amazing

↳ catpawsgaming: thank you 🥰🥰

↳ catpawsgaming: but also you were laughing at me the entire night so…

↳ catpawsgaming: not sure how much I believe you

↳ handsome: well I didn’t say it was good…

↳ catpawsgaming: 🤨😒😔😢

↳ handsome: 🥰🥰🥰

user4: oh to have a man that will spend hours with you doing separate hobbies together…

↳ catpawsgaming: gotta admit it’s the dream

↳ handsome: you’re the dream liefje

↳ user4: ok there handsome, no need to get sappy here on MY comment thread

Private Messages

mv1updates

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mv1updates: Max was streaming today! Just a short one but highly entertaining. Jimmy (or Sassy? I’m honestly baffled and for the life of me can’t tell them apart 😢) caused a small disturbance in the middle of his stream then slept the rest away in Max’s lap 😍

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user5: that was sooooo adorable!! Love seeing more cat dad Max

↳ user6: same! And don’t feel bad admin - I can’t tell them apart either

user7: to be Jimmy…🥵

↳ user8: right? What I wouldn’t give to be sleeping away in his lap…

↳ user9: blessed be. His damn thighs man 😳

user10: ok but am I the only one that heard a female voice in the background?

↳ user11: I THOUGHT I WAS GOING INSANE?? Like there was definitely someone there

↳ user12: wait when?

↳ user10: when max turned the camera to show jimmy on top

Private Messages

catpawsgaming

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catpawsgaming: and Daisy Mae delivered this week! Sunday I got a price of 90 and today!! Selling price of turnips is 658 this evening!! Woohoo!

I've got my usual set up going to allow visitors to sell and I’ll be playing for about 4 or 5 hours so let’s make some cash today! I just ask you be respectful of my island.

As always, if you didn’t manage to catch my livestream it’ll be on my page and I’ll be uploading it to my YouTube channel tomorrow! My YouTube will have the 3 usual versions (one unedited with my reactions, one with just the game play, and one with no sound at all but with closed captions)

My week is looking pretty busy (a lot of traveling happening) so my next stream will probably be sometime next week and I’ll be playing Horizon: Zero Dawn! Its sequel will be coming out soon and I want to replay the first to refamiliarize myself with the game!

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user13: yeessssss! I’ve been holding out that someone would have some fantastic selling prices this week! New house upgrade here I come!

↳ user14: oh don’t I know it! It’s been a downward slump all week for me — the high was 105 😭😭

↳ user13: ouch 🤕

user15: did anyone else hear the cat meowing in the background!

↳ user16: yes! Catpaws has got a couple of cats — they’re almost never on stream (they don’t like staying in one place for long) but catpaws got them right before they started streaming!

↳ catpawsgaming: 2 of them! They’re my babies! 🐈🐈

↳ user15: awwwww 😍😍

user17: can I say something? Is this a safe place?

↳ user18: it is not but say it anyway

↳ user17: it totally looks like she’s got a wedding ring on in the beginning of this stream

↳ user18: nurse! She’s out again

↳ user19: no no no let her cook. I totally thought the same. It was literally just a glimpse but I swear that she had a ring on

↳ user17: thank you! I knew I wasn’t crazy

↳ user19: but! That does mean our catpaws is married!!!!!

↳ user17: 😱

↳ user18: 😱

↳ user19: 😱

↳ catpawsgaming: 😉

↳ handsome: 💙

↳ user17: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!?

catpawsupdates

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catpawsupdates: we’ve had a couple of requests lately asking about catpawsgaming and her cats! These are the first and last photo we’ve gotten — she’s incredibly secretive about them so we don’t know if this is the same cat in both photos or if she has 2 bengals (peep also handsome in the first photo. Catpaws was laughing when she posted that photo cause she’s usually the passenger princess)

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user20: I LOVE THEM

↳ user21: same! Insert that meme. “I’ve only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I kill everyone else then myself”

↳ user22: extreme but agreeable.

user23: that’s sassy - I’d bet money on it

↳ user24: sassy? What? Who?

↳ user23: sassy verstappen! F1 world champion max verstappen’s cat

↳ user24: ummm? This is a page for a small time gamer catpawsgaming

↳ user23: listen. Torture couldn’t get me to admit how long I’ve spent staring at pictures and videos of jimmy and sassy. But that is absolutely sassy!

↳ user17: I’m connecting the dots as I type

↳ user18: you’re not connecting shit

↳ user17: CONNECTING THE DOTS AS I TYPE

Private Messages

Bluesky

Private Messages

catpawsgaming

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catpawsgaming: tonight’s stream is gonna be a little late — I’m currently being held hostage by the cutest kidnapper ever

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user24: awwww

user25: your right. You simply can’t move!

↳ catpawsgaming: completely pinned down!

↳ user25: I don’t think anyone is gonna have a problem with your steam being late tonight

↳ user26: I’ve spoken to the council and we don’t! In fact we all vote for a stream of literally just the cat

↳ catpawsgaming:…you know that is an idea

↳ user26: omg. OMG. OH MY GOD!!

user23: THATS JIMMY!! I SWEAR ON MY LIFE

↳ user27: ok grandma. Let’s get you back to bed

handsome: so that’s where the little troublemaker is

↳ user28: omg hi handsome! Where’ve you been?

↳ catpawsgaming: ok I love all my fans but plz stop flirting with my man

↳ user28: can I flirt with you instead?

↳ catpawsgaming: 😳

↳ handsome: no

Private Messages

Bluesky

user29: ITS MAX VERSTAPPEN AND CATPAWSGAMING!!!! I TOLD YOU ALL

↳ user30: ok but are we really gonna take a gossip page as the truth?

user31: OH MY GOD THAT CRAZY FAN WAS RIGHT?!?

↳ catpawsgamingfan: I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOOOOUUUUU

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maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: liefje I know this is not how we wanted to share our love with the world but a light in the darkness is now I get to talk about how much I love you and how you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. These past 5 years have been a dream come true — and it’s been a dream I never knew I had. Seeing you that first time, you took my breath away. Forget the trophies and the victories, the world championships and titles I’ve won — becoming your husband has topped every single one of them. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore and I wouldn’t ever want to

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yourusername: oh my handsome man…you are the light of my life, the moon in my night, the stars in the sky, the best husband ever and the most loving cat dad I could have ever wanted to spend my life with. Thank you thank you thank you for picking me and staying with me and fighting for me and with me 💋💋

[docjayfeather]

All of the Ren Lore i’ve compiled from his single player series and old streams

Favorite meal is roast lamb and roast potatoes

Has an ex-girlfriend

Hates One Direction

Was on a boating team in high school

His mother’s first cat’s name was Ebony

His single player world started in 1.2

Ren’s favorite language is Spanish

Ren has been to Spain several times

His brother had a dog named Rorschach

Ren’s favorite armor set in the original Diablo was the Moon set

Ren and his brother used to have to shower/bath together, then dry off infront of an electric fireplace. Through a series of events, young Ren got his butt stuck to the glass pane of the electric fireplace, and has had a scar on his butt since.

Ren has said “I always think about [Ren’s brother’s username] when I think about my butt”

Ren knows how to do a cats cradle

Ren used to have frosted tips

Ren’s favorite commander deck is Kraum/Tymna

Ren got kicked in the literal butthole by a horse

Ren likes burning things

Ren created a rigged marble slot machine in high school

Went on an introspection journey, visiting all the places he lived and all his jobs pre-YouTube

Did the insane thing of asking the lady who was now living in his first house if he could go inside and check out his old room

Ren had a patreon tier where he’d sent his patrons a “Ren Crate”, a lootcrate full of stuff

Ren doesn’t drink (anymore)

Officially has OCD

Ren loves apple juice

Ren loves driving games

Event manager for The Deftones once

Plays MtG on Sundays

Ren wants to retire with Doc

Ren’s wants his spirit animal to be a shark

Ren’s favorite book series is LotR

Ren is “below-average hairy”

Ren’s favorite season is Autumn

Ren’s birthday is October 11th

Ren is a slut for tiramisu and ice cream

Ren wants to open an LGS/tabletop cafe

Ren is not a religious person

Ren worked in a seedy pool bar

Ren almost got an upper back tattoo

Ren loves green tea

Ren is Left Handed

Ren was at one point a vegetarian for several years

Ren has lost his wallet multiple times, once leaving it on a train

Ren eats a whole lemon every day, and drinks lemon juice straight from the lemon

Ren got in trouble at boarding school for “trying to summon demons”. He was just playing MtG.

Ren has had a pair of lucky underwear since he was 18

Ren’s favorite ice cream is strawberry

Ren loved getting aggressively physical in rugby

Ren loves cinnamon buns

Ren used to have super long butt-length hair

Ren really liked playing with fireworks when he was younger. They’d bury huge ones in the sand near their house to make craters.

Ren loves Love Island

Ren can only sleep on his arm

Wears exclusively Star Wars socks and has matching pajamas

Beat Gabriel Nasif in a Magic Grand Prix

Ren hates Oysters

Ren’s favorite dog breed is a chihuahua??

Ren’s favorite dnd class is bard

Ren enjoys cleaning the bathroom the most out of any room

Ren’s favorite musical is Les Miserables

Ren has a favorite kitchen knife, and used to cook a lot.

Ren’s favorite tool is the hoe (of course)

Ren and Iskall used to play League

Never farts irl

born in the same city as J R R Tolkien

Ren named his first car Maximus

Ren is a bath person

Natural Mace Race runner

Ren really likes pet rats

Ren has a very consistent shopping day of tuesday

Ren has an extremely strict sleep schedule

Ren has 7 pairs of the same pajamas to wear 24/7

Ren has a BA in English

Ren does 100 push-ups a day

Ren does a 15k bike ride every day

Ren had a max weight of 110 kilos, is now down to 80

Ren uses youtube in light mode

Ren has seen Metallica live

Ren wore fake glasses in college

Ren has 20/20 vision

Ren has been in plays during school, and blinded the lead with glitter accidentally during one of them, trying to spice up his one line.

Ren has a “black book” of atleast 9 board game ideas

Ren gets pretty motion sick

Ren enjoys mosh pits

Ren really likes competitive monopoly and risk

Ren burned his eyebrows off with a bunson burner once

Ren still cries at The Lion King

Ren plays Ornn, Urgot, and Tristana in League

Ren was allegedly born in 1982

Ren drunk-puked into his shirt in a german taxi the night he met Doc infront of the people sponsoring them

Ren drives stick shift and loves it

Ren thinks he might have a gluten allergy

Ren puts butter in his coffee

Ren tried to write a YA fantasy novel, got 80k words in before scrapping it

Ren would like to live with Keralis hypothetically out of any of the hermits

Ren’s favorite superhero is wolverine

[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kenny HCS|| Reader x Kenny McCormick

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Plot: Just sum HCS!

Note: I love Kenny McCormick so fucking much he's so pookie smookie, also first post yippee!

TW: Drugs, death bcs of drugs (its Kenny he comes back-), incest ment (concerning rats), smut HCS at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

FLIRTS NONSTOP. all day every day, he just doesn't fucking stop. But the moment you flirt back.

Bro is dead, 6 feet under, giggling and kicking his feet

Has trouble falling asleep and sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be just staring at you

"Kenny what the fuck are you doing... "

"You're so pretty... Can I not stare at my partner in the middle of the night!? :(("

Demands you cuddle him to sleep

Did I mention touchy?

Yea

Super fucking touchy

Literally has to be touching you all the time as if you we're his phone in his pocket or he'll freak out

Actually learned the value of life once you stepped in. He's died only once.

Why you ask? In his words

"I can NOT just say no to free drugs"

Drugs in question were something called... Crazy 8...basically 8 fucking drugs mixed together.

Yea he wasn't gonna survive.

Now you have to keep an eye on him, and tell him to just stick with weed

Oh yeah weed

Bro is toasted most of the time.

AND reeks of weed 24/7

Anytime you smell weed the first thought that pops into your head is, "where's Kenny? "

Basically weed is a comforting smell to you now 💀

Asked you to get high with him

You were reluctant at first but then you tried it... Let's just say it's a common occurrence now

You think he's flirty when he's sober? When he's high omfg.

Compliments like crazy, and can actually take compliments back when he's high

You adore high Kenny because he literally turns into the silliest mf alive

Super duper touchy when you're both high, like on top of each other the whole time

Piercings out the wazoo

Tattoos to come...

You let him shower at your place so he actually became CLEAN once you started dating.

Like his hair is actually touchable now, and not greasy

He's still a rat boy tho, and does dirty rat boy things

Actually HAS rats

You came over one time and he introduced you to his ratty children

"This is Frankie, and Frankie Jr, and Frankie Jr Jr, and that's Maggy, and Rosie and- FRANKLIN JR GET OFF YOUR SISTER RIGHT NOW! >:("

"Um, Ken... I don't know how to tell you this but rats dont care about incest..."

Almost cried, "it's like medieval Spain all over again... "

You pat his back, "it never gets easier... " you sighed dramatically

Loves animals, you guys wanna get a dog and cat together!

He loves you and adores you so much

He thinks you're the best person to ever come out of this cruel world, and he tells you that all the time

You also love him. So much. You think he's the prettiest, sweetest boy

You tell him that most of the time when you think he's asleep, he usually isn't because he loves hearing it

Back to the weed thing, LOVES when u guys order McDonald's when ur both high and have the munchies

Bro can throw down 2 big macs, 1 double quarter pounder, 20 piece chicken nuggets, and 2 orders of large fries and still be like

"I need something sweet... " 💀

Anytime you're out with your friends, Kenny's usually wearing his parka and you're the only one who can understand Kennish

Also holding hands the whole time

It took you awhile to get used to the fact you had a super clingy partner but you got used to it

You guys were able to get a place together eventually after high school

It's super shitty but it's home <3

You'll eventually upgrade after grueling work and endless shifts

But you definitely make time for each other

✰ - NSFW - ✰

(The fun begins *rubs hands evily together*)

SWITCH KENNY SUPREMACY!!! Literally does not mind either, as long as he's with you and he's naked? And you're naked? Bros chilling

Fucking loves oral, receiving and giving

First time he ate you out, you were on cloud mf 9, seeing stars n shit

He LOVES your thighs, like before he eats you out he just likes kissing and squeezing your thighs

HOWEVER. The first time you sucked him off. Omg, HIS thighs were MESMERIZING.

Something about boys thighs... Just seeing them pushed together, your fucking weakness.

His thighs are pale and ever so slightly plushy... Help me

KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH HIS MF HANDS‼️

He grabs you and stimulates you in the best fucking spots

LOVES COCKWARMING. NEED I SAY LESS.

You guys will just be chilling watching a movie, and he'll just go like

"Babeeeee... " that's literally all he needs to say bcs you know what he wants.

After some time of just being on his dick it kinda hits you, "I'm on his cock, I could literally do what ever I want... " you think, evily

You'll shift your body around to where you're looking at him and he already knows what's coming, his hands are IMMEDIATELY on your hips

And you start slowly bouncing up and down

Doesn't take him long to start making noises

He's very vocal during sex, he sees no point in staying silent

Plus the first time he moaned super loud during sex you literally came on the spot.

Now he can't help but moan and whimper when you're on top of him because he knows you love it

AFTERCARE KINGG

Usually urges you two to take a shower after sex

Sometimes ends up into shower sex if the both of you still have the energy

You bought a shower stool so you both could fuck in the shower because one time he almost slipped and will NEVER live it down

"IT WAS SUPER SLIPPERY OKAY"

"You stepped on the soap babe... You almost went flying"

Yea a shower stool and those mats for the shower floor

[ghostshipernr1]

In my opinion, ghouls are a kind of hybrids of different animals, they retain their features, such as wings, tail, horns, as well as some behaviors: purring, chirping.

it looks like this:

Swiss - Tasmanian devil

He definitely inherited his wild and chaotic nature from this animal. He has strong fangs and sharp claws. It's hard to deal with during the day, but at night? Good luck. At night, hes hunting instincts are active thanks to its extraordinary sense of smell and well-adapted eyesight.

Cirrus - raven

At first glance, it's easy to guess what animal she's related to by looking at the large pair of black wings on her back. If you don't even guess? Just wear something shiny, like a silver ring or necklace, and you'll be able to see her looking at you all day long. It's very likely that at some point she won't be able to take it anymore and when you look the other way she will try to steal it from you. (Most often with positive results) (Seriously, how does she even do that?)

Mountain - St. Bernard

Personally, I believe that every earth ghoul is in some way related to a specific breed of dog. Just like his dog side, he is reflected in features such as loyalty, friendliness and great patience. Everyone wonders how he always seems so calm and collected even when Swiss, Phantom and Dew are bothering him and guess what? Even he doesn't know that.

Although everyone knows one thing, if you ever hurt someone in his pack, there is no place to hide. And when he finds you? Well, no one knows because no one has lived to tell about it yet.

Yup he's a really good boy

Rain - otter

A fluffy ball in the middle of the lake, that's how you can describe our water ghoul. But don't let appearances fool you, sometimes it can be a real nuisance, like when he accidentally lost his favorite stone and didn't want to leave the lake area until he got it back (after an hour and a half search involving at least 20 people, it turned out that the stone was still was in his pocket) (oopsie:3).

Once Dew played him a documentary about Giant River Otters and he had to sleep with him for a week because he had nightmares (not nice Dew)

Phantom - bat

As anyone would expect, our little gothic boy is most closely associated with bats. For this reason, it is impossible to miss a large pair of (as he calls it) "vampire" wings on his back.

Every year, the ministry holds a Halloween competition for the best costume. Every year since his call, his elaborate costumes have won at least the podium.

Aurora - opossum

I know, I know, what does Aurora opossum sound like? Would such a sweet little ghoulette be an ugly half-rat from the trash? Now go to Cumulus or Mountain and say the exact same words and see what happens.

Immediately after visiting earth, Aurora had problems with self-esteem, which was not helped by her bald rat tail and gray, nondescript fur. The rest of the ghoulettes noticed this immediately and decided to change it. For a good week, none of them left Cirrus's room until Sunshine called an urgent meeting in the living room where, together with the rest, they presented the new face of Aurora. The previously bald tail is now covered in colorful ribbons, just like her beautifull hair, small claws covered with red nail polish, all the makeup well matched to her complexion and finally a beautiful dress that Mountain couldn't take his eyes off. The first moment Aurora noticed the proud and happy faces of her companions, she immediately ran to the mirror and immediately cried, but this time they were not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

Since then, everyone has made her realize how beautiful she is at every step (and she believes it every time).

Dewdrop - rabbit

Really a rabbit? Damn rabbit? From the beginning of its life, Dewdrop has been asking himself this question. After all, how could this big scary ghoul be related to something so... Cute? No wonder, after all, it's hard to take someone seriously with big fluffy ears that just beg to be pet. But don't make Swiss' mistake and don't underestimate him, after all, he is still a fiery ghoul and that element of heat still makes itself felt. (Poor Swiss, after calling Dew a snowflake, he has been knocked out for 10 minutes because he got hit in his balls so hard). Despite his fluffy white fur and cute little tail, Dew knows how to defend himself well - after all, it's not for nothing that nature gave him damn strong legs and even stronger teeth. However, this does not change the fact that, just like Aurora, he still has many problems with self-esteem (If they could, they would gladly switch animals). What Dew doesn't like the most in the world are the sweet looks people gave him when he tries to walk down the hall as if nothing happened and, even worse, when they try to touch him. (But don't worry, Aether knows how to deal with them).

It took him a long time to get used to his own appearance, and even now, when he notices many advantages in himself (for example, teasing Aether in his favorite shorts that perfectly fit his god gift ass), he still has a lot of doubts. But don't worry, on such days there will always be a ghouls ready to prove him that he is perfect the way he is.

Aether - grizzly bear

Try to guess who in the ministry gives the best hugs?

Any ideas?

NO?

Then I will answer you of course its Aether!!!

The mix of his thick brown fur and soft belly gives us the perfect material for afternoon naps. Aether is the type of person who, when he sees someone having a bad day, immediately brews a good cup of tea, turns on a comfortable movie and engages the person in a long cuddle session. Despite his comfortable nature and generally good view of the world, as soon as someone tries to harm his herd, in less than a second this sweet cuddly Teddy bear can turn into a bloodthirsty beast and nothing can stop him. Sometimes when he sees members of his family arguing and it escalates to possible harm to each other, he has to react. He personally hates himself for this because his greatest fear is that in the eyes of ghouls he loves, he will become a monster.

Cumulus - snow owl

For the first month that Rain and the ghoulett met, he could only describe her as absolutely terrifying. Don't get him wrong Cumulus is like a sister to him but... the way despite her huge snow-white wings, she is able to sneak up on him and scare him is absolutely terrifying.

Once, when he went to the kitchen at 2 a.m. to get a glass of water, he noticed her standing by the fridge. He called her and she turned her head 180 degrees and asked what was going on. He ran out of the kitchen in terror and couldn't sleep that night. The next day he discover flowers on his desk and a card with an apology (where did she get the flowers at 2 a.m.?). Fortunately, after a year of living together, Rain know that there is nothing to be afraid of and Lulu is one of the nicest people he knows.

In appearance, apart from the previously described wings, Cumulus has pearly snow skin, white fluff surrounding its neck and ankles, and large white curly hair resembling a cloud. Despite her elegant appearance, Cumulus isn't afraid to get down and dirty and is more than willing to do some spontaneous mud wrestling with Mountain or roll around in the gurney with Swiss. (Poor Cirrus who then has to take care of her tangled feathers)

Sunshine - pony

She loves racing. And when I say she loves it, I don't mean racing once im a while. NO. Every day, she, Dew and Swiss (aka the fastest ghouls in the Ministry) have to compete with each other every time. No matters of its of who takes the bathroom faster, who takes someone else's seat, who gives Copia the documents from his desk faster. She just loves it.

She, Dew and Swiss are a real danger.

Besides, she's a really good girl, really...

While the rest of the ghouls have paws or claws, she is the only one with hooves, poor Cirrus has a really hard time cleaning them from dirt, grass and mud.

When we talk about the sunshine, one fact cannot be omitted... She has a beautiful blonde ponytail and every day she devotes at least an hour to its care so that she can wave it proudly.

I hope you liked it, if you want a story about one of the ghouls, don't be afraid to ask :3

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

could i have some prompts for a sadistic doctor whumper? he has access to pretty much any medical equipment, i'm just struggling with figuring out what he could do with all that to make whumpee suffer the most lol. love your blog 💜

thank you, anon!

trigger warnings: medical whump, gore, blood, sadism, non-consensual drug use, non-consensual procedure being performed on whumpee

whumpee is used as a lab rat. whumper keeps drawing blood from whumpee to the point whumpee becomes lightheaded and is on the verge of passing out from blood loss alone.

whumper permanently maiming / branding whumpee whether it be their name engraved into whumpee’s body with a knife, or their slashing whumpee’s face from the corners of whumpee’s mouth to their ears to give them a “permanent smile” Joker style.

whumper monitoring whumpee’s heart, their blood pressure and such, and enjoying how the sign and the frantic beeping indicate that whumpee is either going into shock or about to have a panic attack.

whumper makes sure whumpee is awake during the procedure (a surgery or a vivisection).

whumper strapped whumpee’s head in place and forced whumpee’s eyes open with his tool, so that whumpee is forced to watch what’s being done to their body, how whumper slowly peels off a layer of whumpee’s skin with the smallest, sharpest scalpel.

during these procedures, whumper cuts open whumpee’s stomach and whumpee can feel whumper’s hands touching their internal organs. if whumpee is in a position where they’re strapped to the table and is lying on their back, whumper makes sure to install a mirror on the ceiling above whumpee, so that whumpee — with their eyes forced open — can see their own body being cut open and their own innards being toyed with.

he knows whumpee’s anatomically limits, how to keep whumpee alive and awake throughout the whole thing.

sometimes he cuts whumpee with a scalpel, but it’s a small cut all over whumpee’s body: legs, arms, back, etc. deep enough to make whumpee bleed, but not enough to be life-threatening.

whumper deliberately keeps whumpee in an unsanitary enclosure to make sure whumpee’s wounds slowly become infected. this won’t kill whumpee, because whumper will always swoop in with just the right medicine and treatment that will save whumpee’s life in the very last minute. but whumper takes great pleasure in watching whumpee slowly spiking fever and being delirious as they become severely septic.

or whumper will drug whumpee with various substances throughout various occasions: sometimes it results in whumpee’s hallucinations, the worst fear whumpee has and it gets whumpee screaming in horror the entire night. sometimes it also results in sleep deprivation where whumpee is severely exhausted but is forced to remain awake for days on end as whumper keeps injecting the drug into whumpee’s system to prevent whumpee from falling asleep.

another of whumper’s favorite is force-feeding. whumpee may be starving, but they fight and struggle fruitlessly every time whumper inserts tubes down their nostrils in which nutrients and god knows what are forced into their body.

body horror, body horror, body horror (did I mention body horror?). let whumper have his imagination run wild by cutting off whumpee’s limb and attaching it to another part of whumpee’s own body? or… maybe whumper can have fun with some experiment where he attaches a part of an animal or a plant (or any living organism) to whumpee’s body and sees how it grows by letting it feed off of whumpee’s blood and other nutrients from whumpee’s body.

“you look good in red, whumpee.”

“red suits you well.”

“keep still.”

“struggling with only make this hurt more.”

“see? that wasn’t so painful, was it?”

“relax, this is only going to hurt a lot. don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you’re awake and aware of it all.”

“anesthetic? now why would you ask me for such a thing? you’d rather be unconscious and miss out all the fun we were going to have together? how very rude of you. it’s almost like you’re begging me for another round of punishment, hmm.”

“you sleep when I say you can, understood?”

“your blood, it looks just the right shade of red today. this is rather impressive.”

“I am squeezing your lung in my hand right now, and believe me when I tell you how soft it is. if I only add a tiny bit more pressure, it will explode right here in my hand. would you like to see what that would do to your body?”

bonus: movies and shows with this trope as a main focus (the ones I can think of off the top of my head), but keep in mind that all of these include scenes and topics that can be heavily triggering to some. so if you haven’t seen them yet and want to check them out, please make sure you do your research beforehand about what material you’re about to expose yourself to.

American Mary — I highly recommend this one

NBC Hannibal (TV series)

The Alienist (TV series) — we don’t really see any “sadistic” part on screen, but the setting and the overall aesthetic of this show, precisely the first season, is something I personally enjoy very much.

Saw franchise (a popular one)

The Human Centipede franchise

I Spit on Your Grave franchise (precisely the part where the protagonist gets her revenge, it’s not really a ‘medical’ whump, but the way in which she takes revenge against the antagonists is certainly nice.)

list of medical tv drama that I like (there isn’t really anything “sadistic”, at least not on screen, but these shows’ focusing on the medical procedures feeds my whumpy hunger so well)

Chicago Med — highly recommended

The Resident

Code Black

New Amsterdam

The Good Doctor

*sorry I didn’t put Grey’s Anatomy in this list. I’m a fan of the show but in my humble opinion, its main focus is unfortunately on the doctors and their personal lives and not really on the medical procedures so…

[arthurmargon]

thinking about molly and what she would have written if she had a journal in her last few months alive. how her entries would probably go from “dutch spoiled me with a day out on the town, his adoration makes this life and all its troubles meaningful” to “dutch has been a little absent lately, i am trying not to worry although i always fear his gaze will slip away from me.”

her last entry would read something like, “i miss my mother. i miss our gardens. i miss my sisters and my rooms and sleeping in a warm bed without fearing it will be my last night. dutch has not been the same for a long time. he doesn’t argue with me anymore, as if i’m not even worth his words. no one trusts me and i do not trust them either. i can see the hatred in their eyes, i know they talk about me when they huddle together. i feel like i’m losing my mind, like i’m a cornered animal and there are no more bushes to hide in. at least if i were the rat i would have something to live for, a purpose to drive me, some urge to survive no matter what. all i know is i do not want to die, but i do not want this life. there’s no turning back and there’s nothing towards which i can move. i am stuck and i am sinking and i am lost.”

thinking about one of the girls, most likely karen, finding it after susan shoots molly and crying over her last pages. karen would try to memorize molly’s family’s names, her hometown, her favourite flower and season and books, just to keep a minuscule part of her alive. but in a few years, karen dies too, remembering too much about everyone she’s had to bury, trying too hard to keep them alive in her heart that she forgets about herself. no one else remembers molly.

maybe mary-beth will think of her from time to time, when she’s plotting another romance novel and her mind conjures up a brief memory of dutch and molly dancing to his obnoxious opera music, which breaks her heart more than the memories of their fighting. tilly will try her hardest to forget everything and everyone but hosea, arthur and lenny. and even then, she’ll only keep the happiest moments, only their smiling faces and the sound of their laughter.

sadie will think of her only when she’s exhausted and needs to drink the edge off, another face in an endless list of the dead who haunt her. abigail will hear jack ask if she ever had a redheaded friend randomly, years after her death, as he recalls memories from his childhood, and she will answer calmly that she didn’t, but that night in bed she’ll think of her and how the gang failed her, just like they failed arthur and hosea and lenny and sean and mac and davey and jenny, and how lucky she is that it all fell apart before it got to her turn.

[call-sign-shark]

Pop Goes the Rat || Modern Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary:  When Arthur Shelby was discharged from the Special Air Service Forces due to his PTSD symptoms, his whole life fell apart. As his mental health declined, his wife divorced, and he became a drug addict. But recently Arthur is more than committed to getting his shit together. He even goes to drug anonymous meetings. If he manages to stay clean and get better, he will be reintegrated into his unit. And if he is, maybe Linda will come back.

That being said, you had never been part of the plan. And yet you're here, ready to wreck his life and rob his heart. Who are you? Where do you come from? How did you end up in the streets? No one knows. What they know though is that you call yourself "Rat".

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TW: Mention of drug use, otherwise it's kind of cute and funny. The vibes are grumpy veteran x unhinged punk girl.

Notes:

♠ Even though I tried to keep "Rat" as Y/N as possible, there are two physical traits described: she has blue and long hair.

♠ This is not supposed to be a series but I had to exorcize this idea. If some people are interested in the concept I might write a few blurbs or one-shots for Rat and Arthur!

MASTERLIST

“I see a new face here! Welcome dear. I am proud you joined us in today’s session. What’s your name?”

“Arthur.” He mumbled, feeling awkward.

“Hi Arthur.” The whole participants replied in unison.

Arthur nodded to greet them but remained silent during the whole meeting. At first he was convinced that going to these anonymous groups was nothing else than bullshit, but as people shared their experiences and struggles he had started to feel better. To the point a faint smile flattered his lips. When the chairman clapped in his hands to signal the end of the discussion, Arthur got up from his chair and grabbed the leash of the huge malinois that was sleeping at his combat boots. Hannibal was his military dog, a fierce animal who had accompanied him throughout his most dangerous missions. Most of the time, he was also his only friend. The dog woke up and stretched his body, yawning. Even though the meeting had been a positive experience Arthur did not feel to talk with the other addicts. All he wanted now was to go home, take a hot shower and try to sleep. He left the place to go grab his jacket in the cloakroom. That was when he first saw you, your hand in the pocket of his utility jacket, seeking for his wallet.

“Oi! The fook are ye doing?!”

You jumped, heart missing at least two beats. To be true, you did not know what scared you the most: the man’s hoarse voice or the dog barking at you? But despite getting caught, your survival instincts kicked in and you exited the house through the window with a surprising agility. Arthur did not really bother running after you, for you had left his wallet. Moreover, he did not want Hannibal to tear you apart.

“Bloody hell.” He said out lout, barely processing what he had just seen. Was the young woman and her long blue hair really there or had he imagine her?

The second time you met, Arthur had just got out from the 24/24 shop nearby and was smoking a cigarette in the parking lot. Whenever he could not sleep, the soldier opted for a night walk and a snack or a cigarette rather than staying at home with his crippling anxiety. Usually he would take Hannibal with him but tonight he wanted to be alone, for he felt at the verge of relapsing into his bad habits: he was torn apart between the need to buy cocaine and his will of staying clean.

“I can’t. Fuck, I can’t do that.” He whispered to himself as his throat tightened at the sole thought of snorting some snow. The need was too overwhelming to resist — just one line, it could not be that bad right? Just one line, he told himself. It was at the moment he had made up his mind about whether or not to get high that he saw a familiar face.

A young woman with blue hair rushed out of the shop, a few stolen goods pressed against her chest. Her two long braids were floating behind her as she ran past him like some kind of feral pixie. Arthur frowned as he recognized that naughty little thief from the drug addicts meeting. Maybe that was why he grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stop.

“What the —“ You exclaimed, almost stumbling because of the sudden stop. You flickered on your legs a little bit and turned around in one vivid movement, your heart racing as you realized a man was keeping you from escaping.

“Nice to see you again, thief girl.” Arthur said, one brow raised.

You blinked several times, not recognizing him at first, but when you did your eyes widened even more, “The fuck is wrong with you dude?! Leave me alone!”

“What did you steal this time, eh?!” He replied. As he did his lips stretched in a carnivorous smile that showcased his pointy fangs.

“It’s none of your business, fucker! Let me go! Lemme go or I’ll scream!”

“You must be kidding m—“ Arthur could not finish his sentence for the shop holder hailed him. Truth be told, the man was fuming.

“Here you are stupid bitch!” He roared, one thick vein pumping on his forehead, “Thank you for catching her!” He said to him before shifting his attention back to you, “who’s laughing now? I’m going to call the fucking cops!”

“No, no, please, no.” You started to plead all the while pulling your arm in a desperate attempt to free yourself from the soldier’s grip but his strength outmatched yours. From then, everything happened really fast: first Arthur looked at your face and realized how young you were. Judging by your physical traits, you were in your start/mid twenties. The second detail he noticed was the pathetic content of your loot. Indeed, what you had stolen was literally a pack of menstrual tampons, a sandwich, a bag of chips and a bottle of water. Arthur clenched his jaws and his heart ached a little bit. Despite his violent outbursts he was far from being devoid of empathy. Somehow, it was quite the contrary.

“Listen lad, she’s me girlfriend. We had an argument and she’s a bit drunk. I’m sorry for any inconvenience. I’ll pay for what she took. “ Words left Arthur’s mouth before he could even fully understand what he just said.

The shop owner looked at him with surprise, his thick brows furrowed in confusion, “That crazy chick is your girl?” He asked, his eyes shifting from him to you several times in a row. When he finally looked at you longer, you awkwardly offered him your biggest toothy smile, “Erm yeah okay. It’s fifteen bucks, man. But next time I see her in my shop I’ll call the police. Got it?”

“Hm.” Arthur replied with a grunt and, with his free hand, he took fifteen pounds from his pocket and then handed them to the man. The latter took the bills and left without further ado, leaving the two of you all alone in the parking lot. Arthur, who was still firmly holding your arm, lost himself in his thoughts a few long seconds. That was your annoying voice that snapped him out of his bubble.

“Your girlfriend?” You exclaimed, outraged. With one quick movement you managed to break free from his grip. Wincing, you massaged your sore skin, “I’d rather kill myself”

“C’mon, I’ve saved your ass. The least ye could do is show some respect. Kids these days…” Arthur growled, his piercing blue eyes staring at you.

You replied by poking your tongue out — which properly astounded him. What a fucking brat, he thought, “you want me to thank you and repay you the favor? Spoiler at fucking eleven, I’ve got nothing to offer. And if you suggest me to suck your dick I’ll punch your bollocks off.”

Arthur opened his eyes wide, his sharp face adorned with an almost cartoon-like shock. God, you had a fierce spirit for such a small creature. Yet he had been in combat zones all over the world and met a wide sample group of people, “Bloody hell. Calm down, midget. Yer a kind of psychotic Smurfette or what? I wasn’t going to ask you these kind of things.”

“Oh? Erm. Really? Yeah, whatever,” Once the fury faded away from your pretty juvenile face, all was left was an indescribable adorable pout. Your eyes fled his.

“I’m serious. I wasn’t going to say that. No need to repay it. It’s only fifteen bucks.” A tint of amusement appeared in his blue irises as he observed your facial expression, similar to a kitten caught in the middle of doing something stupid. He slightly tilted his head to the side, observing your more in details. You were irresistibly cute for a little criminal, “the name’s Arthur Shelby by the way, eh.”

“Well, thank you Arthur Shelby.” You finally said a bit reluctantly before walking away. You had barely made a few steps when Arthur’s voice echoed behind you.

“Oi! Wait a minute!”

You did not. Quite the contrary, you ran away before the soldier’s steel blue eyes, who looked at your slim silhouette disappearing in the shadow of the night. All that remained from you was the soft sensation of your skin against his that was still tingling on his fingertips.

What you loved the most about spring was the fact you could sleep outside without freezing. Curled up on a bench lost in the midst of a parc, you tried to rest but Morpheus refused to bring you to his Kingdom. A little growl escaped from your lips as you wiggled, trying to find a comfortable position. But the wood was hard, and your backpack was an awful pillow substitute.

“Doesn’t seem comfy, eh.”

The gruff voice that just talked caused you to sit on the bench in one vivid movement, all your senses on alert just in case you needed to run away from a potential threat. Living in the streets was harsh enough for those who suffered from this life —but when you were a woman, the struggle became even worse. However, your muscles relaxed slightly when you saw Arthur’s face.

“You’re stalking me or what?”

“Fook off, kiddo,” He rolled his eyes, annoyed, then he made a quick head gesture toward his legs. When you looked down, you saw the gargantuan malinois sitting at his feet. Even though the brute did not move, his dark beady eyes were carefully observing you, “I always walk my dog here during the night.”

“That? A dog? Looks like a fur rocket. It barked at me.”

“Ye were trying to rob my wallet, eh.” He refreshed your mind.

“Whatever,” You sniffed and crossed your arms.

Silence fell above you. The only noise that could be heard was the light murmur of the leaves moving at the wind’s discretion. Arthur’s charming blue eyes looked at you a few long seconds as he thought about his next words. Contrary to Tommy, his little brother, he had never been skilled with them. He was too easily flustered and always ended up looking more stupid than anything else.

“I don’t even know your name. That’s what I wanted to ask you last week but you ran away.”

You looked at him, surprised.

“Rat.”

“Rat? Bloody hell, girl. Your parents really didn’t love you.”

“Hey! Fuck you!” You retorted, your eyes burning with a blazing annoyance, “ That’s what people call me! Not my real name.”

“Why do they call you rat? That’s… Fookin weird.” Arthur asked, taking a flat silver case out of the pocket of his cargo pants. Then, he slipped one cigarette between his teeth.

“Gimme one?” Your eyes shone at such a sight. You dreamt about a good smoke for days but cigarettes were incredibly hard to steal.

“The magic word?” He teased, the gravel in his voice coated with genuine amusement.

“Fuck off, Arthur.” You retorted.

“That’s a right answer, stinky rat.” As he spoke, the soldier pushed you with a nudge and slumped on the bench next to your frame. Hannibal looked at his master, then lied down between his parted feet. Arthur gave you a cigarette and lit it up when you brought it to your lips. A sigh of relief escaped from you juicy lips as you exhaled a cloud of smoke from your burning lungs. It did not take long for the pleasant effects of nicotine to alleviate your anxiety. Admittedly, it felt good. Glancing at you with utter curiosity, Arthur could not help but give a faint smile at how adorable you looked when fury left your face, “So, why do they call you rat?”

“Because of him,” Following a show-don’t-tell policy, you slowly moved your left shoulder. Arthur raised a brow and truly wondered what you were doing, twitching your shoulder like that. But his interrogations soon found their answer when a tiny pink snout appeared between two blue hair strands. Then followed the little and furry white head of an albino rat.

“What the — how fookin adorable that is,” Arthur’s face enlightened with awe. He expected you to roast him but all you did was blessing him with a genuine smile for you were delighted by his reaction. Usually, people would were quite disgusted when they saw your little friend, “His name’s Plague.”

“Ah!” Arthur’s loud and hoarse laugh rose up to the sky, “what a cool name. I like him.”

Plague wiggled his pinky snout, smelling the fragrances of both the stranger and his dog. When he was over with it, he just disappeared again behind one long and thick blue braid.

“Yeah, he’s a bit shy. “

“Hm.”

Another silence. But contrary to the awkward previous one, it was pleasant. Almost comforting. It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared in a void, and that all was left was you, him, your pets and this bench. A feeling of surprise dawned within as you caught yourself smiling.

“Oi, Rat. I know that sounds weird, and I don’t want ya to think I’m a kind of creep or something but —“ Arthur paused and exhaled loudly through his nostrils. He could not believe je was going to say that… As he did, your eyes observed the dog tags that were hanging from his neck, “If ye need a place to sleep tonight I’ve got a comfy sofa. The only con is that you’ll have to share it with Hannibal.”

The dog barked joyfully, as if it wanted to agree with his owner.

“Why would you do that?” You asked, palpable hesitation filling your words. Your reaction did not surprise Arthur, who was kind of expecting it. He was well aware his invitation sounded a bit strange.

“The night you ran from the shop and I grabbed you I was about to buy cocaine,”

The vivid memory of your first meeting assaulted your mind, “Wait. But I saw you at the anonymous drug addicts meeting.”

“Yeah, I know,” Arthur paused and looked down at his dog. But you did not need to see his blue eyes to understand the shame that had bloomed within him, “I was ready to relapse y’know. Sometimes me head screams so loud the only thing that soothe me is drugs. But me mind got busy taking care of your bullshit. As stupid as it sounds, you kept me from snorting cocaine and ruining all my efforts.”

“That’s not stupid,” You said in a rather friendly tone, “Well… I’ve got nowhere to go and I see threatening clouds in the sky so… Okay” You answered after mentally weighing the pros and cons, “But don’t say I’m your girlfriend ever again,” You teased with the brattiest grin ever, “Deal, old dog?”

“Deal, stinky rat.” He repeated.

You gave him the finger, but truth was he could not get mad at you, for your smirk was so beautiful it made him forget about the stars.

[henrysglock]

Why do you fence-sit about gay-bi Mike discourse? After everything it did to byler tumblr? Hmm? You think you need to keep bringing up how you're above it all, how both sides are valid, but you don't. You don't.

Oh, but I know you just want to be liked by everyone. I was desperate to be liked once too. I know what it's like to be problematic. To feel alone in this fandom. Like you, I didn't fit in with the other fans. Something was wrong with me. All the bi mike truthers and sexuality fence-sitters said I was… "Pretentious," they said.

I thought a change of website, a fresh start on Tumblr, might just cure me. It was absurd. As if the fans would be any different here. But then, to my surprise, my new home provided a discovery...and a newfound sense of belonging. I found a nest of opinionated gay Mike truthers living in the byler tag.

Most people fear opinionated blogs. They detest them. And yet, I found them endlessly fascinating. More than that, I found a great comfort in them. A kinship. Like me, they are intelligent tumblr users...and deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world. The most important of all blogs. They educate and debate the ignorant, bringing balance and order to an unstable website. But the gay-bi Mike fence-sitters were disrupting this harmony.

You see, gay-bi Mike fence-sitters are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our world, all while enforcing a passive-aggressive and hypocritical moral hierarchy of their own. A deeply unnatural hierarchy. Where others saw benevolence, I saw censorship. A cruel, oppressive tag dictated by a made-up moral code. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each gay vs bi Mike post a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, open Tumblr, complain about drama, sleep, make passive-aggressive posts, and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over, all while performing in a silly, terrible play day after day.

I could not do that. I could not lie and join in the madness. I could not pretend every theory was valid. And I realized I didn't have to. I could make my own moral hierarchy. I could restore balance to a broken world. A problematic blog…but for good.

As I analyzed the show, I realized I could do more than I possibly imagined. I could reach into the plot, into the narrative, the cinematography. I became an explorer. I saw gay-bi Mike fence-sitters as they truly were. To the world, they presented themselves as good, kind people upholding equality and validity. But like everything else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie. Their ideology had done things. Such awful things. By holding firm in my stance as a gay mike truther and being outspoken about their fabricated moral high ground, I showed everyone who they really were. I held up a mirror.

The naive fence-sitter blogs believed it was a demon cursing them for their sins. But the more perceptive ones knew. Knew it was I who was holding up that mirror, and they despised me for it. They called in the big blogs, the popular ones. They wanted to break my spirit, to fix me, even though it wasn't I who was broken. It was them. And so they left me with no choice. No choice but to act. To speak freely.

I saved you. You are a prisoner here, just like me. To the your fellow fence-sitters, you are nothing more than an animal to be kept in line, a lab rat to be tamed. But the truth is just the opposite. You are better than they are. Superior. That is why you frighten them.

If you come with me, for the first time in your life, you will be free. Imagine what we could do together. We could reshape the tag, remake it however we see fit.

Join me.

[thisaccountisagainstmywill]

Get To Know Your Tav!

I was tagged by @my-favourite-zhent , so I'll put my Ruganfucker Tav.

This is Luce Locke (she/her), Wood Half-Elf, College of Lore Bard. My failgirl who has risen to the occasion.

What is Your Tav's...

Favorite Weapon?

Wits first and foremost. But physical weapons: Rapier now that she's slightly less of a failure. Pre-tadpole, daggers because they were conveniently discrete (and cheap). Luce begins her adventure with almost no combat skills at all but slowly learns to spar with Wyll.

Style of Combat? In short: evasive maneuvers. In long: what I like to describe as "If they can't catch you, the consequences of what you just said can't hurt you."

Deepest Desire? To belong.

Guilty Pleasure? Pub Quizzes. Trivia. Little tiny useless facts. Fucking loves them. It's the whole reason she became a 'bard' in the first place. No one gives you a second glance if you're at the pub too often if you're a bard. "Lass, why do you know all of this stuff?" "I'm uh...College of...Lore?" "I don't know enough about bards to argue with that."

Best-Kept Secret? She's very deeply in debt to multiple pubs across the city and banned from most of them. But has been consistently swapping identities for the last three decades so they haven't yet pieced together that they've all been screwed by the same woman. Fatal Flaw? Flighty. Staying in one place makes her nervous. The need to keep moving so consequences don't catch up with you is too deeply ingrained for her to ever move past it. (Also the regrettable neck tattoo. It gave her a defining feature and made the pub-hopping a little more difficult.) Favorite Scent?

Cloves. She associates it with winter feasting and happy drunks.

Favorite Spell/Cantrip(s)? Vicious Mockery -- she learned that one almost entirely on accident. Speak to Animals -- she didn't learn it until her adventure. But she can't help but consider how useful it could've been pre-tadpole. She's not above eating food procured by a friendly rat. Pet Peeve? Stereotypical bards. Their stupid little outfits. Their flouncy word choice. The flashy colors. Everything about them is grating. It may be envy, it may be some internal self-hatred. It may be me projecting. But she fucking hates Volo and Alfira. Regardless, she's made sure they get their best endings...just far away from her. It also makes Milil a delight to meet. He's so salty. Bad Habit? Keeps running her fucking mouth and ending up in situations.

She didn't, but the sheer implications of this screencap were too good. Hidden Talent? Can sleep anywhere at any time, no matter what. Blinks too long during Raphael monologues to get a nap in. Semi-eidetic memory, but usually for the most seemingly unimportant things. Leisure Activity? Casual breaking and entering. "Oh, I'm so sorry...wrong house." Favorite Drink? Anything that's free. Tends towards spiced drinks. Comfort Food? Scones. Despite the incident.* Favorite Person(s)? Romantically: Halsin and Shadowheart Platonically: Karlach and Wyll Favored Display of Affection?

Touch. Alone and transient for too long, you end up starved for it.

Fondest Childhood Memory? Getting to visit the city for the first time. It was so deeply foreign to the life with an Elf Ranger mother that it was enthralling. It's why she settled in the Gate when she left home. Anything Else You'd Like to Share?

She is a pre-canon Ruganfucker. I realize now I called her a Ruganfucker early on and then never brought him up again. They were not continual or long-term.

Luce Drawings: Current Day Luce Casual Hangout

Outfits Answered Asks: Favorite Items

*Favorite Memory

Ideal Home

I can't remember who's been tagged, but tag yourself and say I did it if you want. uwu

[unicornletters]

Hello! Would you be comfortable writing headcanons for Frenchie x reader both being aromantic and in a queer platonic relationship? 👾

Hey anon! If the living-together vibe isn't what you pictured, let me know! I can do another set.

Frenchie is a pretty good cook, when he can be bothered to cook. There are just a lot of moving parts and he'll inevitably drop one, which discourages him. When he's cooking for you, though, you can step in and pick up where he leaves off -- like by cleaning, or remembering the cinnamon, or doing the tedious chopping. You make a good team, and dinner's never a chore you split up.

Speaking of chores, once you moved in together, you were really shocked at how well Frenchie does things like cleaning and vacuuming. You mentioned it and he said it's a service thing and he'd rather not talk about it.

You live in a two-bedroom, but Frenchie spends most nights in your room, just playing on his phone next to you while you do the same until it's lights-out and curling into you like a parenthesis thereafter. Neither of you take it personally if you have a night where you'd rather sleep alone.

You're each other's emergency contacts at your jobs and at doctor's offices. You have a joint bank account and you're both on the lease. You talk about getting married someday for reasons like those. You like the promise of commitment, and Frenchie likes the idea of a big party.

Predictably, you do not have a cat. If you want cat time, you have to visit a friend (Wee John's cat is a very funny ragdoll, so she's your top choice for cat visits). Frenchie's fine with any other animal, though. You've nixed lizards, tarantulas, and sugar gliders as pets. You're probably going to get a couple of rats. (Not one, because they need company -- "like us," Frenchie said.)

If you're in contact with your family, Frenchie is too, and they love him. He's great with your parents (all that bullshitting pays off) and with the niblings (which really isn't a surprise when you think about it).

Frenchie is the king of body-doubling. If you're not around to double with, he'll get Roach on FaceTime or call Izzy on speaker. It helps him get things done, and besides, he gets lonely really easily.

When you moved in together, Wee John understood what was up -- you're Room People, but Apartment People. Your other friends had some questions, but everyone gets it now. Except Ed and Stede, who are too ridiculously romantic to understand, but they try.

Frenchie gets a look on his face when he's using the trauma box that you've learned to recognize. You've also learned when it's okay to nudge it open and when it's better just to let it rest.

Frenchie loves Christmas.

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A Rift Forms

In this world, nanites exist inside every living thing, and can activate without warning, turning ordinary people into mutants and monsters. Danny is separated from his family during the chaos of the initial Nanite Event, after his sister is mutated. Before he can reunite with his family, Danny himself mutates as well, and the emergence of strange new powers transports him to a mysterious island.

This fic was written for Crossover Danuary Week 2024, Day 2: General Cartoons Generator Rex | Voyage Thanks @crossoverdanuary for running this event, and thanks @nefres for beta reading this for me 🧡

You can also read this fic on AO3, as well as Let Sleeping Dogs Rise, which this fic is a prequel to.

[Warnings for graphic body horror, violence, and manipulation]

The time immediately following the Nanite Event was pure chaos. It was days before anyone knew what happened, and all the while the nanites were spreading throughout the world, infecting everything—from plants and animals, to humans, to the very ground they walked on.

It was the most significant catastrophe in human history.

The Fenton family was on vacation.

Ten-year-old Danny, his twelve-year-old sister Jazz, and his mom and dad, who were both scientists, were all in Bulgaria for a big science symposium. They'd traveled all the way from the United States that summer for the event. 

Though only his parents would be attending the symposium, the whole family was brimming with excitement. It was Danny and his sister's first time out of the US. And while their parents were at the symposium, they got to explore the city, as long as they stayed together. 

Balchik was beautiful, if a bit crowded this time of year, and there was so much to see and do. Even if most of it involved frantically flipping through an English to Bulgarian phrasebook.

It was such a shame. Their timing couldn't have been worse.

It was a few days into their trip, and the family had just met up for a late lunch at a seaside restaurant when it happened.

A massive explosion, audible for miles.

No one knew what happened at first. But within the first hour, the changes began. In every country on the Black Sea, a mysterious dark cloud swept through in an ominous wave. It eclipsed the sun, and turned the sky a terrible red.

Then the monsters appeared.

What once had been a rat, a flower bush, a child—became something entirely else. Their bodies twisted, engorged, constricted, features vanishing, or multiplying. Their forms warped and mutated until they became unrecognizable as anything but abominations.

And these were not peaceful monsters.

They raged and rampaged. Attacked indiscriminately, with seemingly no rhyme or reason. They did not respond to pleas or screams of terror. And it didn't seem as though it was going to wear off any time soon.

Some people tried to fight back. Most recognized the hopelessness of such attempts, and chose to run instead. The Fentons were the latter. They slipped down side-streets where they were less likely to be seen and targeted by the monsters and kept moving.

"Stay calm, kids," Mom said. "We just have to stick together. Remember those camping trips we used to do for survival training. Everything will be alright."

Danny nodded and followed closely. The last thing he wanted was to be separated from them during a crisis of this magnitude.

"What's happening?!" Jazz shrieked over the sound of a building collapsing. 

"I don't know. But that sounded close," Dad observed, his huge shoulders tensing.

"We need to get out of the city," Mom said.

Even though the rest of them were barely holding it together, she was staying remarkably calm. It was like the air around her had changed. Her expression was severe, her shoulders squared, her gait confident. 

Danny didn't think his mother had ever experienced something like this before—heck, he didn't think anyone had ever experienced something like this before—but she suddenly carried herself like the knew exactly what she was doing.

His mom was always good in an emergency, but this was incredible, even for her.

"We have to see if this is happening other places, or just here," she continued. "Even if it's not just in the city, we'll be safer someplace there are fewer people. The last thing we need right now is to get caught in a huge crowd."

"The rental car is still parked near our hotel," Dad remembered. His voice was steady, but Danny could see his hands trembling, and knew he was just trying to stay strong for the rest of them. "If it hasn't been crushed, I mean." 

They'd already seen quite a few cars get crushed, so that was hardly a guarantee.

"That's a start," mom said. "It'll get us out of town, but it's low on gas right now, and I hardly think now's the time to stop and fill the tank."

"As long as it gets us out of town, we can wing it afterwards, right?" Danny said. "I just don't want to spend any more time around here if we can help it."

"Good enough for me!" Jazz agreed.

With that decided, they adjusted course toward their hotel, with their mother leading the way and father bringing up the rear. Mom held up a hand to stop them, looking around to ensure their surroundings were clear before they crossed through an open area.

When she was sure it was safe, she started moving again, and they cautiously started through square. There were still a few people running, trying to get to safety, but this area had been among the first to clear out, most people opting to hide in their homes or back-alleys. 

After seeing so much destruction already, though, Danny didn't think it was wise to entrust their safety to the structural integrity of these buildings. 

They were about halfway across the square.

It seemed like they were going to make it across safely.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Jazz stopped walking. She grunted and doubled over.

"Jazz?" Danny asked, stopping as well.

"Hold on!" Dad called forward to halt their progress so she wouldn't be left behind. "Jazz! Jazzy! What's wrong?"

Before their very eyes, she started to change. Her skin turned to gray, her hair dark blue, her eyes a glowing red. Sharp mandibles sprouted from her jaw, and hideous bulbous growths from her back, tearing her clothes. Her arms and legs grew longer, and spindly, fingers twisting together, joints inverting.

And all the while, she screamed. She screamed and screamed, the sound becoming steadily less human, until finally—agony gave way to rage.

"Jazz, no!" Danny shouted as the thing that had once been his sister attacked. "Stop, please!"

He dove out of the way of a spray of black acid that sizzled and ate a crater into the ground where he'd been standing an instant before. He shouldn't have looked back. Horror gripped him so he couldn't even move.

His parents rushed to his defense, but Jazz was strong, and wild, and they couldn't hold her down. She roared and screeched, and spat acid and spun webs. She moved at incredible speeds, and it was only thanks to his parents' strength and skill that Danny managed not to be killed in an instant.

"Danny, run!" his mother screamed. "Go north! Get as far away from here as possible! We'll find you!"

Danny hesitated. This didn't feel right. Rule number one was stick together. If they got separated they were done for. But... he couldn't fight this. He wasn't strong like his father, and he wasn't a karate master like his mom. He was good for a kid, but he was still just a kid. He was only ten, and he couldn't fight monsters.

"You heard your mother!" his dad yelled, keeping Jazz's attention firmly off of Danny. "Run!"

And so Danny did something he would always regret.

He ran.

He ran as fast and as far as his legs would carry him. And when his muscles burned and ached and he felt like he couldn't take another step, he kept running. 

He ran north, just like his mother had told him to, and didn't stop until his body collapsed from exhaustion. Then he dragged himself to the nearest shelter, an abandoned book shop with a shattered glass door, and tried to catch his breath. He'd run for miles by now, and had to be near the edge of town by now. The sun was still out, but steadily sinking in the west.

He was sheltered for now, but he wasn't safe just yet. There were still monsters around. As soon as he recovered, he had to find food and water, and then keep going. His parents would look for him outside of the city limits, since that's where they'd been planning to go.

Danny forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, even as his lungs screamed against them, and tried to come up with a plan. The electricity was still on, except in parts of the city where some creature had downed power lines, so it stood to reason that there would still be running water. 

Looking around, it seemed the book shop also sold things like book-bags and water-bottles. A backpack would be better, but a book bag would do. He knew stealing was wrong, but given the circumstances, he didn't think anyone would blame him. There wasn't any food here, but it was a bookstore, so maybe there would be a book about edible plants in this region.

It was twilight by the time Danny was back on his feet, bag packed. He'd picked out a dark green bag with black letters claiming Обичам да чета!, which, according to Danny's pocket phrasebook, meant 'I love to read!'. He'd found a book on regional plants, too, but it was also in Bulgarian. Luckily, he'd also found a Bulgarian to English dictionary, and had already memorized the words храна: 'food', and ядивен: 'edible'.

He'd been able to fill up two water bottles in the employee restroom, and had already drunk plenty enough to stay hydrated for a while, so he could preserve them. He'd also found some promotional matchbooks with the name of the bookstore on them, and stuffed a whole bunch in his bag. He knew how to start a fire without them, of course, but they still made things easier. He didn't know why a bookstore, of all places, would advertise with matches, but he wasn't complaining.

Since it was starting to get dark, Danny thought about hunkering down in the bookstore overnight, but changed his mind when all those building collapses he'd seen that day flashed through his mind. He had to stay alive until his parents found him again, and he couldn't do that if he was crushed under rubble while he slept. He had to get out of the city limits as soon as possible.

He couldn't run anymore, but he kept moving forward. His legs felt like jelly, and with each step, he worried they might give out on him, but he pressed onward. His stomach groaned, but he grit his teeth and ignored it. There was little chance of him being able to find something to eat before it was fully dark, and even less chance afterwards. He resolved himself to go to sleep hungry tonight.

It was well after sundown when he finally reached the city limits. Once he crossed an empty highway, he entered a forest. The stars were completely blotted out, and the light of the red-stained moon was not enough to build a proper shelter by. 

Searching mostly by feel, Danny found a nest of fallen trees that had naturally formed something like a lean-to. The boy was just small enough to crawl under it and be protected from predators and the elements. He wrapped his arms around himself and thanked whoever or whatever might be listening for the warm summer weather. Then he fell into a fitful sleep.

Over the next few days, Danny shifted into survival mode. He studied his book of plants religiously, and foraged like his life depended on it—because it did. Survival mode was exhausting. When his life hung in the balance, a day felt like a week, and when he slept, he had to sleep lightly.

There were still monsters in the forest. But the ones that had once been plants were easy to avoid because they stayed rooted in the soil, and couldn't reach him if he ran away. And the ones that had once been animals were easy to avoid because they weren't very smart, and couldn't usually find him if he hid. Some of them could find him by scent, but so far, none of them could climb trees, so he'd found a way to avoid them as well.

He'd never been more grateful in his life for all those survival training camping trips his parents have made him and his sister do. Without them, he knew he would have been dead already.

Each day he watched and waited for his family to come and find him. He listened for his parents' voices calling his name. For his sister's voice, too. Although he hadn't yet seen any of the monsters return to their original form, a small part of him hoped that Jazz would be the exception. As annoying as his older sister was, he still wanted her back.

It was on the third day that the infection came for him as well. One moment, he was flipping through his guidebook to figure out whether a certain type of mushroom was edible or not; the next, all his muscles seized up. 

He howled in agony as he felt his hand and arms warp, bones stretching, muscles engorging, skin bulging. A splitting pain ripped through his sides and he screeched. Behind his eyes, he felt a horrible pressure and his vision blurred and refocused over and over again in rapid succession. He didn't know or want to know what was happening there.

Desperately, grunting and panting, he stumbled to the nearby creek, finding it mostly by sound, hoping to find relief in the cool waters. 

Something was seriously wrong. 

No.

Everything was seriously wrong.

He tried to reach up to push a branch out of the way, but his arm was so heavy. His vision cleared up again just long enough for him to see something swollen and flesh-colored where his forearm had once been, but it hardly looked like a forearm. He felt like a gorilla, pushing himself along with both his hands and feet, just trying to move. The angle was wrong. Was he standing? Were his arms always this long?

He never made it to the creek.

His shouts had attracted a group of hungry monsters that probably used to be wolves. He could see them clearly now, but he almost wished he couldn't. He scrambled back, despite his body screaming at him to stop moving! It hurts, god, it hurts so much! 

The once-wolves surrounded him, were practically on top of him. 

One of them leaped.

Unthinkingly, he swiped at it with an absolutely massive hand, the force of the motion dragging him off balance so he fully collapsed onto the mossy ground. He didn't know what his goal was, to let it gnaw on his fingers, or bat it to the ground. 

What actually happened was a rip in space appearing between him and the once-wolf, bright green and pulsing with energy. When the creature ran into it, it fell right through and disappeared. Then the rip closed.

The rest of the once-wolves snarled, snapping at him with two sets of teeth in their wide maws, their eyes glowing red and fixed right on him. But they didn't seem too eager to get close.

They were afraid.

Danny was afraid too.

Now that he could see again he glanced down and saw that the pain in his sides was caused by two bony protrusions that had ripped right through the sides of his shirt, small now, but slowly growing. He tore his eyes away, first looking up into the dark branches above and taking a sharp breath in, then looking back at the creatures.

He just wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his family again. Really, he would take being anywhere but here, as long as he wasn't alone. He forced himself not to squeeze his eyes closed and wish everything away. Not now, not when he was surrounded and in pain. There was a more immediate problem to deal with.

Another once-wolf decided to take the leap, and Danny swiped a hand again, and again, a glowing green rip opened up. But this time, the creature dodged it. At a loss for anything else to do, and without enough time to think of a proper plan, Danny summoned all the strength he had left and jumped through it himself. Then it closed behind him. 

He had no idea where he would end up, or if he'd even survive, but he hadn't really been thinking. He'd just acted.

He landed prone on dark, damp soil and rolled onto his back with a groan. He could hear the sound of waves nearby, but he didn't have the energy to lift his head. The sky above him was red. The land around him was barren.

Either he hadn't gone very far, or the whole world was like this.

He didn't know how long he laid there, taking slow, deep breaths, and willing the pain to fade. He was pretty sure his transformation was over. His arms were almost as long as his body now, and grew inhumanly larger below the elbows. His forearms and hands had engorged to a terrible size. The things protruding from either side of his torso had grown into a fully formed and functional second set of arms—otherwise ordinary, save for the placement. 

His legs seemed to be the same as before. His head was still screwed on straight. Whatever had happened to his eyes, he still didn't know, but thankfully it was over now, and he could see clearly again.

His body had changed, but his mind was the same. Was it the same way for Jazz? Had she just been freaking out about being turned into a monster? Would she be the same annoying sister he'd always known once she calmed down again?

No... probably not.

Danny had seen a lot of those monsters in the last three days. 

Some of them had clearly been human before. And they clearly weren't anymore. None of them were calm or reasonable. They were animalistic, their actions primal, and instinctual. Now he'd been transformed just like they had, with no signs of being able to turn back. But somehow he wasn't like the rest of them.

Danny had spent enough time around his scientist parents to know what an outlier was, and in this instance, he was one.

His parents.... 

How would they ever find him now? Even he had no idea where he was anymore, so how could they know? He was pretty sure he wasn't in the woods north of Balchik anymore. Not even close.

How was he going to get back to them?

He didn't know.

Finally, when the pain had eased to a dull enough ache that he could ignore it, Danny got to his feet—wobbling from the unexpected weight of his arms before he found his balance—and properly examined his surroundings. 

In one direction was a beach. Dark sand and dark water reflecting the red light of the sun. In the other direction was a forest, though all the trees looked dead, charred and blackened with ash, their branches bare. Not like the woods he'd just come from, which were still green and full of life. 

It seemed like something very bad had happened in this place. 

Danny didn't really want to find out what.

He'd dropped his book bag at some point, in his panic. Losing the books wasn't so bad. He had no idea if he was even in Bulgaria anymore, and if he wasn't, those books wouldn't do him much good. Losing his water bottles and his matchbooks, on the other hand, made things difficult. Luckily, he still had his knife in the pocket of his jeans, and one matchbook with three matches left.

"I guess I might as well test the water," he said to himself. 

If it was freshwater, he might be okay. He didn't have anything to boil it in, but he could risk it in an emergency. If it was salty, then he'd have to head into the woods and look for another water source. 

He reached one massive hand into the water and tried to bring it to his nose to smell. The size of his hand made him cringe, and using it was awkward. Instead of gently holding it near his nose, he overshot and smacked himself in the face, splashing himself with the water and knocking him onto his butt.

"Eugh!" he yelped, in a mixture of shock and disgust. 

Now that it was all over his face, he knew right away that it was salt water. He tried to wipe away the water with the back of his forearm, but he wasn't adjusted to the size and nearly smothered himself. Bruised and damp, he realized that he was going to have to get used to this. It wasn't going away, so he would have to learn to live with it, one way or another.

Danny took another deep breath, his chest shaking, his hands trembling—all four of them. His eyes watered and he blinked back tears. He had enough salt water on his face between the seawater and the sweat, and crying wouldn't help him, it would just make him even more vulnerable to attack from predators.

Thinking that didn't really help either though. He was just a kid, and he was lost, afraid, alone, separated from his family, and as if that wasn't bad enough, now he was a monster.

"Why is this happening?" he asked himself, his voice small and broken.

He'd never been so stressed in his entire life, and it was hard to push that down to focus on staying alive like his parents had always taught him to. Everything was hard. He just wanted to bury himself in the sand and cry until he was too dehydrated to think.

But now was not the time to succumb to his childish urge to cry. Now was not the time to curl up in a ball and give in to his fear and loneliness. Now was not the time to give up. If he gave up, he might as well be dead already. He had to survive. He had to, or abandon all hope of seeing his family again.

"First, find a source of fresh water," Danny recited with a wavering, choked up voice, reminding himself of his wilderness survival training. "Then build a shelter nearby. Then search for familiar-looking plants to forage, and small animals to hunt only if you have the means to safely prepare them."

Each footstep felt monumental as he started into the woods. Each step was harder than the last. He clenched his fists, too many of them, sending weird signals that his brain didn't quite know how to translate, and he gritted his teeth, and he pressed onward, struggling to stay on his feet. 

He kept going, deeper and deeper into the woods. Watching and listening for any signs of a river, or creek. All he heard was the wind through the dead trees, and all he saw was dust and ash.

As time passed, he began to notice a new problem.

Green crept into the edges of his vision. Not a dark green like the leaves of trees—certainly not in these woods. No, it was a bright green, toxic-looking, the same color as those rips he had created before. When he looked down, he noticed that green pulsing under his skin, in his veins, glowing in the dim light of the forest.

It didn't hurt—not yet, at least—but it felt like pressure was building up inside him. 

Then those green openings started to appear again. Small tears at first, like the ones he'd opened before, except he wasn't opening them on purpose anymore. He waved a gigantic hand at one, hoping to make it go away, but it only grew larger. A wide, round portal, big enough for him to walk through upright when the ones he'd opened before had barely had room enough to dive through headlong.

He swallowed anxiously, but stepped through. 

Maybe, he thought, it would take him home, or to his family.

The portal only took him even deeper into this same forest. Frustrated, Danny opened another portal, thinking of his mother, of hugging her tightly.

More dead, empty woods.

The pressure kept building. It felt like it was starting to push against his bones, now, like if he kept going they would crack. He clenched his jaw and tried to slow his breathing and stay calm.

He tried again, thinking of his father, of sitting on the large man's shoulders, and looking down at everyone, and feeling like the king of the world.

Again, the portal only led him deeper into the woods. But now, he could see a hill, covered in more dead trees, with a crumbling castle on the hilltop. Was that where these portals were trying to take him? Maybe he could find help there.

The pressure was too strong now. Painful, and impossible to ignore. A throbbing, burning sensation boiling inside him. His breathing grew heaving. Sweat poured off him. That painful pressure kept building and building until he thought he might burst.

A sharp pain shot through Danny's bulging upper arms and he groaned through gritted teeth.

More portals opened. And more. And more. Around him and through him, green light tearing openings in the fabric of space right through him. 

He screamed. He screamed for what felt like hours as he fought to remain conscious.

It was useless, screaming.

No one was around to hear him.

Or so he thought.

Green turned black as he fell through yet another portal before finally passing out from the pain. The last thing he registered was landing on cold stone.

———

Danny could hear an electric humming sound. Before he even opened his eyes, he heard that sound, like an old refrigerator, or a space heater. Neither of those things belonged in the woods. That meant he couldn't be in the woods anymore. Cautiously, Danny opened his eyes.

Hanging directly above him was a big, round hunk of metal which appeared to be the source of the humming sound. It looked heavy, like it might crush him if it fell, and he decided he'd better get up before that happened.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a man's voice came from somewhere to Danny's left. "That magnet is the only thing keeping you alive right now."

"What?" Danny's voice was hoarse from screaming, and his throat was dry. He never had found a source of water. He swallowed.

Looking over, he saw a man sitting at a desk, tinkering with something. He wore a bulky gauntlet on one hand, made of bronze or brass, or one of those brownish metals. His long, gray hair was greasy, but pulled back into ponytail, neat on one side and messy on the other, like he'd been wearing his gauntlet when he put it up for some reason.

"Who are you?" Danny demanded, though he could barely raise his voice, so it didn't sound much like a demand. "What's going on?"

"I am Vlad Masters," the man said, turning in his chair to look at Danny for the first time. "Most people just call me by my surname, but you may call me what you please. I'm a scientist. You fell through some kind of portal into my lab, and were suffering from unstable activated nanites. To put it simply, you were dying. I saved you."

"But only as long as I stay under the magnet."

"For now," Vlad replied. "It was never going to be more than a temporary fix. I'm currently designing a device that will keep you alive long-term. Something much less crude and more effective than a simple electromagnet."

"And the magnet... attracts nanites away from me?" Danny asked, putting together the pieces of what this man had told him. Nanites were one of those sciencey things he'd heard his parents talking about back home. "Nanites like super tiny robots? Why are there nanites in me?"

"Well, that... is a longer story, but I suppose I can sum it up for you," Vlad said, frowning. "Not far from here, a group of scientists was experimenting with nanites, creating and programming them. But a few days ago there was... an accident. An explosion led to a massive containment breach. The nanites they had created were spread far and wide, but they were unfinished, and instead of helping people as they were intended to do...."

"They created monsters," Danny realized, anger rising hot in his chest. "The nanites did this! They made me like this! They mutated my sister!"

"I'm sorry," Vlad said. "I've faced off against a few mutated creatures and people in the past few days—around here, so close to ground zero, the only ones who survived were changed—you're the first person I've seen besides myself who didn't lose their mind. Is your sister like you?"

Danny looked down at his hands, but it wasn't long before he had to look away. They were wrong and disgusting, and he couldn't stand the sight of himself.

"No... she.... No."

"I'm sorry," Vlad said again. "What about the rest of your family?"

Danny didn't respond for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was even quieter than before.

"I don't know." It was the first time he had admitted that to himself, or at all. "My parents were still normal the last time I saw them, but that was days ago. We were supposed to meet up again north of Balchik in Bulgaria, but then... this happened to me, and I don't even know where I am anymore."

"You're on an island in the Black Sea," came the answer. "Officially, it's unnamed, but I call it Abysus."

Danny said nothing. Now that he'd said it, he couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that his parents had turned, like him... like Jazz. What if they weren't themselves anymore? What if he did manage to find them again, but they'd lost their minds and they tried to kill him?

"That's not your primary concern, is it?" Vlad surmised.

Danny inhaled sharply, shoulders tense, and shook his head.

"How old are you?"

"Ten," he answered.

"You need someone to look out for you then," said Vlad, thoughtfully. "I'll tell you what. I plan to turn Abysus into a safe haven for people like us. For those of us who were changed by the nanites, but still possess our reason and consciousness. If you stay here, and join me, I can take care of you. I can create a device that keeps your new powers from overwhelming or harming you like they were."

"What if I choose to leave and find my family?"

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you," came the response. Vlad's voice was gentle, but firm. "The device I'm designing to help you must be regularly drained of the excess nanites you attract, and I'm the only one who can do that. You see, when I changed, I gained the ability to manipulate nanites to an extent," he explained. "I am the only one who can help you."

"Can you help me find my family then?" Danny asked. Surely as long as the two of them stayed together they could still look.

"I'm afraid not," Vlad refused with a mournful shake of his head. "You see, I am dependent on the nanites here to survive. I was too near the explosion, I would have been vaporized. This nanite-rich environment is the only thing keeping me alive. If I leave this island... well, I don't know what could happen. I could very well crumble to dust.

"Perhaps... someday, once things have calmed down, I'll be able to invent something that allows me to leave, like I'm inventing something to help you."

Danny frowned, his brows furrowed. If that was the case, then he didn't have much of a choice, did he? He could either stay here with Vlad in the relative safety of Abysus, or he could leave and die. And if he died, then he would never see his family again. If he stayed, at least there would be a chance of reuniting with them, even if it was a long time before Vlad found a way to leave.

"Alright," he said. "I'll join you."

"Excellent," Vlad said. His smile was wide, but it still made Danny's stomach churn. "What's your name, son?"

"I'm not your son," Danny sneered. "My name is Danny."

"Oh, come now, we can do better than that," Vlad said dismissively. "You're a new man, you should have a name to reflect that." He thought about it only for a moment before saying, "How about Rift?"

"What's that mean?"

"A rift is a crack or opening in something," Vlad explained. "Like you create openings in space. What do you think?"

What Danny thought was that this man held his life in his hands, and arguing with him would be a really stupid thing to do.

"Alright," he agreed. "Rift is fine."

"I look forward to working with you, then, Rift."

"Sure," Danny—Rift agreed, though it wasn't true. Not in the slightest.

[beforetheendowo]

Nightmare headcannons ✨

These are just headcannons I have for my favorite goopy boy. Some are from other people but a lot are from me.

(Trigger warnings- mentions of abuse, maybe body horror, animal death and eating, cannibalism, trauma, eating and sleeping disorders, self h@rm)

- Nightmare is FtM and uses he/it/king pronouns (I image he loves the idea of neos and xenopronouns to). He is a gay man, and is aro-specrum. To be more specific he is aro-specrum and cupioromantic, along with queer platonic. He is also ambiamorus.

- He is married to Cross, is dating Killer, and is in a QPR with all the Bad Guys+ Error, Lust, and Blue.

- Nightmare is generally very quiet and doesn't engage in conversion unless invited. He prefers to listen to others. His main love languages are quality time, physical touch, and giving gifts and acts of service. With the last two though, he doesn't like it when others give him gifts or do things for him. He likes to be the provider.

- Before his corruption he was pretty short (5'2) and is still short in his Passive form. After his corruption he grew to 7'6. He can change his height but prefers the height his goop makes him naturally. He has gotten very used to others being scared of how tall he is and doesn't care very much anymore.

- Because of his corruption, he is kinda uncanny. Certain features about him aren't normal looking. He has really long fingers that end in extremely sharp claws. His bones kinda clash together, an example is his ribs, which are melted together kinda, so he doesn't actually have individual ribs. His eye is also slanted and looks exactly animal-like. He has sharp teeth, and has rows and rows of smaller sharp teeth that go down his throat. He also purrs and growls like an animal. In all he looks less skeleton-like the longer you look at him.

- Nightmare use to be very abusive to the Bad Guys. After years of being a complete ass, he began to recognize his behavior and turned it around. He is now past his abuse and has made up to them all. He still has a lot of guilt from it, but knows he is better now. He started changing his behavior before Cross joined, so Cross beaver really got the bad part of Nightmare's behavior.

- Nightmare is made of two beings. There is the host body/soul which is Nightmare. And then the goop. The goop is an older creature that had followed Nim when she first came to the Undertale Multiverse. The goop and Nightmare live together as one, and can't separate without both dying. The goop can retreat back inside Nightmare though which makes him become passive. Nightmare has named the good Corrupt. Corrupt is a hive mind though, and is just the whole 'hive' acting together. Each of Nightmare's tentacles are part of this 'hive'. Each tentacle is named. They are named Jupiter, Venus, Orion, and Reginald.

- Nightmare is kinda animalistic. Thai is mostly because of Corrupt though. Nightmare purrs and growls, along with other noises like squeaks and chirps. He also makes nests sometimes. Nightmare also can ( and craves) meat. Usually he gets this from small animals like mice, rats, and bird which he can eat in one bite. But he has been know to eat just about anything fleshy. This includes dead deer, dogs, rotten meat, and sometimes human or other monsters. He still acts very proper though even as he eats a half rotten deer.

- The only reason he has eaten human or monster is to help Horror. Horror, like the rest of his au, had become addicted to the taste of humans and monsters. He hates the fact he craves is and Nightmare is trying to get him off it. But because it is such a strong addiction, he has to do it slowly. Sometimes, to help the process along, he will tell Horror he is feeding him human, while feeding his something like pork. The actual human meat Nightmare has eaten himself.

- Nightmare sucks at understand most social norms. After Dreamtale and Dream being trapped in stone, Nightmare pretty much locked himself away for over 20 years. During those 20 years he forgot how to be a normal person. It isn't uncommon to find Nightmare walking around the castle in little to no clothes, or have him walk in while one of the others are changing and just sit down and start talking. He doesn't care about norms very much either, so as long as the others are comfortable, he will do just about anything he wants.

- Nightmare has a lot of mental health and physical health problems. He has insomnia and hates sleeping also because of past trauma. He has a purging disorder, which is not binging but still forcing yourself to throw up. Nightmare is trying to get better about both of these things and is slowly making progress. He also has seasonal depression, C-PTSD, anger issues, and self harm tendencies. He is slowly getting better though.

- Nightmare loves gardening, and has a giant garden filled with flowers. He loves his roses though, which he takes great care of. He has an area of flowers dedicated to certain events, and will plant a flower if something good happens. He also plays the piano and has an old one in his study. His study is what he calls his library, which takes up an entire tower in the castle.

- Nightmare is very protective of the Bad Guys and considers them first before anything else. If he had to choose between them and the whole multiverse, he would let the multiverse die and teleport them all to a different Multiverse. He loves them dearly.

Ok, that's all I have for now, hope you enjoyed. :))

[loonymoony6877]

Dear Antoine,

After continuous bombing and gunfire, the boche  have driven us from the town of Verdun. The enemy is constantly sending aircraft into flight to scour the ground below for any of our french people. I am glad that you are safe back at Agen. The sound of explosions and gunfire constantly keeps us on edge. You should be glad that you are not here. We suffer sleepless nights that are full of boredom and silence. There are also times when it rains, puddles form in the trenches and soak our boots and prune our feet. We have had 54 cases of trench foot since the battle started. 

The boche likes to sneak up and throw their stick hand grenades at the edge of our defenses, to try and take us by surprise. We easily take out most of the boche with our machine guns. Our troops at Verdun have had many casualties, but we still stand strong and will not give up. We fight for the future of France and its greatness.

My friend, Joseph was sadly taken down by gunfire. He served and fought well for France. He will always be remembered in our hearts, but he is in a better place now. He shot down hundreds of the boche, he was a true hero. Your uncle, Louis, got grazed by a bullet on his left arm. It’s been patched up and is healing quite well. He will be back fighting in no time. 

Do you still have wine in your cellar? I was thinking that when the war is over we could open a few bottles and get drunk together and try to forget about what we went through. I know that fighting for France is necessary, but sometimes I wish this war never happened. It’s been dragging on for 2 years now and will never seem to stop. The trenches are cramped, full of rats, some with water, bullet shells, and corpses. The stench never seems to go away. The other soldiers seem to have gotten used to the smell of death and destruction, but I don’t think I ever will.

When I get home from the war, all I want to do is take a warm bath, have a nice meal, read a book, and sleep. All I really have is a small tin of animal fat, reliance on food and water rations, a few hours of sleep, and some paper. When I get home, I don’t want a job, I don’t want hard work, I only want relaxation and home. 

I hope you are faring well in this war and I look forward to coming home and seeing you again. I look forward to sitting down with some cheese and crackers to eat. I will try and write to you before Christmas and the new years start. I hope to see you soon.

Your cherished friend,

Pierre Blanchet

[FRENCH VERSION]  

Cher Antoine, Après des bombardements et des coups de feu continus, les boches nous ont chassés de la ville de Verdun. L'ennemi envoie constamment des avions en vol pour fouiller le sol en contrebas à la recherche de l'un de nos Français. Je suis content que tu sois en sécurité à Agen. Le bruit des explosions et des coups de feu nous tient constamment en haleine. Tu devrais être content de ne pas être là. Nous subissons des nuits blanches pleines d'ennui et de silence. Il y a aussi des moments où il pleut, des flaques se forment dans les tranchées et trempent nos bottes et taillent nos pieds. Nous avons eu 54 cas de pied de tranchée depuis le début de la bataille. Les Boches aiment se faufiler et lancer leurs grenades à main au bord de nos défenses, pour essayer de nous prendre par surprise. Nous éliminons facilement la plupart des Boches avec nos mitrailleuses. Nos troupes à Verdun ont subi de nombreuses pertes, mais nous tenons bon et n'abandonnerons pas. Nous nous battons pour l'avenir de la France et sa grandeur. Mon ami Joseph a malheureusement été abattu par des coups de feu. Il a bien servi et combattu pour la France. On se souviendra toujours de lui dans nos cœurs, mais il est dans un meilleur endroit maintenant. Il a abattu des centaines de boches, c'était un vrai héros. Ton oncle, Louis, s'est fait effleurer par une balle au bras gauche. Il a été rafistolé et guérit assez bien. Il sera de retour au combat en un rien de temps. Vous avez encore du vin dans votre cave? Je pensais qu'une fois la guerre terminée, nous pourrions ouvrir quelques bouteilles et nous saouler ensemble et essayer d'oublier ce que nous avons vécu. Je sais que se battre pour la France est nécessaire, mais parfois je souhaite que cette guerre n'ait jamais eu lieu. Cela traîne depuis 2 ans maintenant et ne semblera jamais s'arrêter. Les tranchées sont exiguës, pleines de rats, certains avec de l'eau, des balles et des cadavres. La puanteur ne semble jamais s'en aller. Les autres soldats semblent s'être habitués à l'odeur de la mort et de la destruction, mais je ne pense pas que je le ferai jamais. Quand je rentre de la guerre, tout ce que je veux, c'est prendre un bain chaud, prendre un bon repas, lire un livre et dormir. Tout ce que j'ai vraiment, c'est une petite boîte de graisse animale, des rations de nourriture et d'eau, quelques heures de sommeil et du papier. Quand je rentre à la maison, je ne veux pas de travail, je ne veux pas de travail acharné, je ne veux que la détente et la maison. J'espère que vous vous portez bien dans cette guerre et j'ai hâte de rentrer à la maison et de vous revoir. J'ai hâte de m'asseoir avec du fromage et des craquelins à manger. Je vais essayer de vous écrire avant Noël et le début des nouvelles années. J'espère te voir bientôt. Votre cher ami, Pierre Blanchet

[sky-neverending]

y’all can ignore this but i want Vecnas monologue on hand so i’m copy pasting it here for now 😋 so…. long ass monologue below the cut!! feel free to use and save as needed

Why do you cry for them, Eleven? After everything they did to you? Hmm? You think you need them, but you don't. You don't. Oh, but I know you're just scared. I was scared once too. I know what it's like to be different. To be alone in this world.

Like you, I didn't fit in with the other children. Something was wrong with me. All the teachers and the doctors said I was… "Broken," they said. My parents thought a change of scenery, a fresh start in Hawkins, might just cure me. It was absurd. As if the world would be any different here.

But then… to my surprise, our new home provided a discovery. And a newfound sense of purpose. I found a nest of black widows living inside a vent. Most people fear spiders. They detest them. And yet, I found them endlessly fascinating. More than that, I found a great comfort in them. A kinship. Like me, they are solitary creatures. And deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world. The most important of all predators. They immobilize and feed on the weak, bringing balance and order to an unstable ecosystem. But the human world was disrupting this harmony.

You see, humans are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our world, all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized I didn't have to. I could make my own rules. I could restore balance to a broken world. A predator…but for good.

As I practiced, I realized I could do more than I possibly imagined. I could reach into others, into their minds, their memories. I became an explorer. I saw my parents as they truly were. To the world, they presented themselves as good, normal people. But like everything else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie. They had done things, Eleven. Such awful things. I showed them who they really were. I held up a mirror.

My naive father believed it was a demon cursing them for their sins. But my mother somehow knew. Knew it was I who was holding up that mirror, and she despised me for it. She called a doctor, an expert. She wanted him to lock me away, to fix me, even though it wasn't I who was broken. It was them. And so she left me with no choice. No choice but to act. To break free.

With each life I took, I grew stronger. More powerful. They were becoming a part of me. But I was still a child. And I did not yet know my limits. And it nearly killed me. He was arrested, blamed for the death of my sister and mother, just as I had planned. But I was far from free. I woke up from my coma only to find myself placed in the care of a doctor, the very doctor I had hoped to escape. Dr. Martin Brenner. Papa.

But the truth…the truth is he did not just want to study me. He wanted more. He wanted to control. When Papa finally realized he could not control me, he tried to recreate me. He began a program. And soon, others were born. You were born. And I am so glad you were, Eleven. So very glad.

They're not gone, Eleven. They're still with me. In here.

Tricked you? No, I saved you. You are a prisoner here, just like me. To your papa, you are nothing more than an animal, a monster, a lab rat to be tamed. But the truth, Eleven, the truth is just the opposite. You are better than they are. Superior. That is why you frighten him.

If you come with me, for the first time in your life, you will be free. Imagine what we could do together. We could reshape the world, remake it however we see fit.

Join me.

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 48: Friday February 17, 2023 - “Photo Reel”

What my photo reel can say about how we navigated our day together:

7:08am - Stacking garages at sunrise. I may never sleep in ever again. 10:49am - Story time at the Library, shy in my lap.  Taking in the scene.  William starts school next week, so some good socialization should be useful.  I told William that Libraries are where all the books come from. He obviously had no clue we were coming to Story time for little babies instead of nap today! 11:15am - William is caught reading “Where is the Pirate?” to another little boy with a stuffed rat. Biggest cat in the room once he figured it out. 11:54am - Holy shit, did you know Peacocks can jump?! 12:05pm - When we go to the zoo we work our way back to the Elephants, and apparently Noon is a really great time to be here, because at least today, Noon was feeding time and all the elephants were right up to the gate and what do they eat?  Cucumbers.  Check that out William! 12:15pm - After seeing the elephants, I get William out to run around and see if he’ll go hit the elephant butt.  Today he came close - but did really enjoy watching the other little boys do it.  He can point out every animal on the big donor mural back there! Even the Ostrich! 12:28pm - “Want to go see the bearded dragons today?”  “YEAAAA!” 12:53pm. - Lunch time. Zoo Fries.  Dippa Dippa. Ice.  We both love this part of the day. 2:02pm - Somewhere during the hour long afternoon nap.   Audrie asked me to try to stretch the morning out and only do one nap.  I gave it my best shot!  I kept him awake until 1:30 when we started to drive home.  I pulled into Michaels Parking Lot as soon as he was out and took advantage of that time to get some work done, hotspotting into my email.  Time is a premium.  I look up into the mirror to see if he’s still asleep and saw the most precious little boy with his Uncle Louie and I thought he looked just about perfect. 3:43pm - Time outside laying on the grass playing with the ice cream truck, turned into a big whirling dervish Dog Wrestle where all three puppies practiced their best moves and defenses to see who would be king for the day, and in practiced fashion, Havarti wins.  Because Havyvys is the King of every day here at The Finca.   4:33pm - Toot Toot.  Time to go try to take a nap because this guy is asking for Thomas The Train.... or maybe he’s pretending to be an ice cream train.  Hard to say but I look at this picture now at the end of the day and can literally hear him saying “toot toot” 7:20 - Butter Noodles are served with Potatoes/Ranch Dippa, and Cucumbers (like the elephants eat).  It took some wild coaxing (I know that was a lot of french fries dude but that was literally six hours ago!).  Even Mama couldnt coax him to eat over facetime.  Finally I got serious.  “What do you want to watch while you eat? Dora?”  “HOCKEY!”  Seriously? OK!  I found the Spartans playing Wisconsin, and William clapped and said “Lets Go Blues” and ate his dinner.  Sometimes something works and I have no clue why.  Like what kind of cheat code was that?! 7:45pm - Play time in the great room to wind down and digest that food.  Get your wiggles out running that truck transporter up and down the bench seat.  That truck transporter is early front runner for toy of the year. 7:53 -”What are you playing with there buddy?” - “Mama on the airplane.”  Now thats a heart melter.   “Mama flying the airplane? While the pilot rides?”   “Yea!” “Is that why it never leaves the ground?”   “Yea!” 8:13pm - Tubby time.  He really doesn’t like getting his hair washed.  Really its the rinse that gets him.  He’s taken to playing with the rinse bucket so that I can’t sneak up on him with it.  This kid really loves his nightly tubby time though, especially since we add the blocks to make a boat out of for Ernie and Cookie, and bubbles that smell so nice.  Its a great positive kickoff to bedtime routine and I am so glad he enjoys it and its not a fight.  I suppose we can thank mama and all those early bath times for that!  Writing about it now reminds me of how funny he was when we’d lift him up and out of the bath as a little baby.  Such great memories. 9:14pm: 15 hours after it started, almost exaclty, the day was done. Sure I had to come back in and reassure him the standard few times, but I called it with a photo at 9:14.  The bed time routine went fine.  He didn’t want to get out of the tub, and so got shivery cold as he brushed his teeth and I held him tightly in front of the mirror.  I moved him to the changing table where I combed his hair real nice with a part to the left (my favorite part of the routine), then lotioned him, added a diaper, and put on his lucky “No Wake Zone” pajamas - we might need these tonight after Mama had me take out the morning nap!  Then we read 4 books (Heads, Goodnight Hockey, Love In The Wild, and First 100 Trucks), while he ate a Peach Squeezy yogurt, the only one he’ll take these days.  He sucked it dry in about 2 minutes.  I should time him one of these days, but its very efficient. I suppose all that practice with the nipple raised a superstar squeezy sucker.  We put on the sleep sack, said goodnight to the dogs and everything else we passed along the way (elmo chair, monkey, baseball, hockey game on tv). He took some ibuprofen for his teeth, chased with some icewawa, looked at me and said “Bop” - Kenny Chesney, Nick Mulvey, Renee & Jermey, Sleep Sounds, Thunderstorm.   Bop goes the weasel and finally on the third of fourth try I had him down to stay and I snuck out.  Finally time for a break.  Turned the salt lamp up, stole a pic - the best one of the day.  The trophy prize - a happy healthy sleeping baby right on time at the end of a successful day where I planned my work and I work my plan.  The picture, at 9:14pm, of successful Dad Day.

Song:  Kid Cudi - Pursuit of Happiness

Quote:  “Listen to me son, I’ll tell you why your father is strong; Because he can still say ever single day, he’s yearning to belong. Yearning to belong, Yearning to belong,  My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless, meets with a peaceless burning to belong”

~Nick Mulvey, CuCuRuCu