#Random Au in truce time

[skitastc]

Stupid Inkmare teacher AU idea that I stole somewhere

[arolesbianism]

Finally starting to get some proper fairy worldbuilding brainstormed for the random card au, huge win for 3 specific characters and them only

[shinebyeoli]

STICKY SITUATIONS

✶PAIRING: Spiderman! Yunho x Fem! reader

✶WARNINGS: superhero au, spiderman! yunho, Best friends! wooyoung and san, fighting (spiderman), smut, pet names, cursing, wooyoungs a fangirl over spiderman.

✶A/N: I want to do Ateez fanfiction as them as superheroes, and so, obviously Yunho is Spiderman.

✶WORD-COUNT: 5.8k

The city always felt different at night. The once-bustling streets had quieted down, save for the occasional honking of taxis and the distant chatter of late-night wanderers. The streetlights buzzed softly, casting a warm glow over the pavement as you, Wooyoung, and San walked along the sidewalk, the three of you lost in conversation.

"You’re crazy if you think that’s the best Marvel movie," Wooyoung argued, waving his hands in the air dramatically.

San scoffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I’m just saying, the storyline actually made sense. Unlike the mess of a plot twist your favorite one had."

You laughed, watching the two bicker for what felt like the hundredth time that night. It was always like this—Wooyoung and San found the most random things to argue about, and you somehow always got stuck in the middle.

"Alright, alright, let’s call a truce before one of your heads explodes," you teased, nudging Wooyoung’s shoulder.

He huffed but grinned. "Fine. But only because I’m too hungry to keep fighting."

"Didn’t you just eat?" San raised a brow.

Wooyoung clutched his stomach dramatically. "That was, like, two hours ago! Do you know how long that is in Wooyoung time?" He says pointing to himself with two fingers.

You rolled your eyes as San shook his head with a laugh. The three of you turned the corner onto a dimly lit street, the atmosphere shifting slightly. The sidewalks weren’t as lively here, and the sound of distant sirens echoed faintly through the air.

Something about the silence felt off.

You felt it first—a strange uneasiness creeping up your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as your gut twisted, an instinct screaming at you that something wasn’t right.

"Hey, does this street feel…weird to you?" you asked, slowing your steps.

San glanced around, his playful demeanor dimming as he too seemed to sense the shift in the air. Wooyoung, usually oblivious to danger, actually frowned.

"Yeah… we should probably—"

Before he could finish, a loud crash shattered the silence.

A black van skidded to a stop in the middle of the road, its tires screeching against the pavement. The doors were thrown open, and within seconds, several masked figures jumped out, their movements quick and calculated. They were armed with guns.

Your breath caught in your throat.

"That’s bad," Wooyoung whispered, stepping back.

"Very bad," You muttered.

"Fuck," San cursed, grabbing your wrist instinctively. "Run."

But it was too late.

One of the men barked an order, and suddenly, the air was filled with chaos. A shot rang out—probably not meant to hit, just to scare—and screams erupted from the few people still lingering in the area. The three of you turned on your heels, sprinting in the opposite direction, but they were fast. Too fast.

The night erupted into chaos behind you—yelling, footsteps pounding against pavement. A gunshot rang out, shattering the silence. Your breath caught, your pulse hammering against your ribs as you sprinted down the street, barely processing what was happening.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Wooyoung cursed as the three of you ducked into an alleyway, your backs hitting the cold brick wall. But before Wooyoung could make it, a strong hand grabbed him by the arm, yanking him backward. He let out a sharp yelp as he struggled, twisting and kicking in their grasp.

"Let him go!" you shouted, instinctively lunging forward.

Another man grabbed you before you could reach him, his grip bruising as he pulled you back. You thrashed against him, panic surging through your veins, but he was stronger. San tried to fight off one of the others, managing to land a solid punch before getting overpowered.

This wasn’t just a mugging. They were organized. They were looking for something—or someone. And you were trapped.

Then, just as your captor tightened his grip, something—or rather, someone—dropped from the sky.

A red and blue blur crashed onto the scene, landing with a force that cracked the pavement slightly.

Spider-Man.

For a moment, everything stilled.

"Hey, fellas. Now, I know we’re all having fun here," the masked hero quipped, standing to his full height. "But I have a strict policy against terrifying innocent civilians. Superbad look, guys."

The men froze in place.

And then all hell broke loose.

The first guy barely had time to react before Spider-Man shot a web, yanking the gun straight out of his hands. Another moved to attack, but the hero was faster—ducking, twisting, landing a solid kick that sent the man sprawling.

"Tsk, tsk." Spider-Man shook his head. "Guns? Really? That’s just lazy."

The scene erupted into chaos.

Spider-Man moved fast—faster than you could keep up with. He flipped and twisted through the air, his webbing shooting out in rapid succession as he took down the masked men one by one. Wooyoung managed to break free in the commotion, stumbling toward you to break you free. You both ran to San as the three of you watched the fight unfold in stunned silence.

Wooyoung let out a breathless laugh. "Holy shit, that’s so cool."

San nudged him. "Now is not the time to fangirl."

It didn’t take long. Within minutes, the assailants were either webbed to the walls or unconscious on the pavement.

Spider-Man landed a few feet in front of you, tilting his head. "Everyone okay?"

Wooyoung, still breathless, gave a thumbs-up. "That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen."

San nodded, still shaken but managing to find his voice. "Yeah… yeah, we’re good."

The casualness of his tone made you blink. He had just taken down multiple armed men in a matter of minutes, and he was talking like he had just finished a workout.

San let out a low whistle, still catching his breath. "That was… a lot."

Wooyoung, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. "Dude. You. Are. Freaking. Amazing." He gestured wildly at the unconscious men. "Do you even realize how freaking cool that was? I mean, you—" He mimicked web-shooting with his hands, making whooshing noises. "—and then you did that insane flip, and—"

Spider-Man chuckled and patted Wooyoungs shoulder. "Glad you enjoyed the show."

Spider-Man turned to you then, and for a moment, you swore he lingered. Even through the mask, you could feel the weight of his gaze.

"You good?" His voice was softer now.

You swallowed, still feeling the remnants of adrenaline in your bloodstream. You couldn't help but feel a rush of heat go up to your cheeks. "Yeah. Thanks to you."

There was a small pause. Something about the way he was looking at you—studying you—sent a strange warmth through your chest. But then, as quickly as the moment had come, he stepped back.

"Alright then," he said, clapping his hands together. "My job here is done." And just like that, he shot a web to the nearest building, leaped up, and vanished into the night.

Leaving you standing there, heart still pounding. For a second, none of you spoke.

Then Wooyoung let out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief. "That was—holy hell."

San ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Holy shit sums it up pretty well." He let out a deep sigh.

You exhaled slowly, trying to ground yourself. "Let’s just go home."

They both nodded, and together, the three of you started walking.

At the next intersection, Wooyoung and San turned toward their own apartments, each of them giving you one last look.

"You sure you’re okay?" San asked. "I mean, that was a lot to process..."

"I'm fine San." You managed a small smile. "Yeah. I’ll see you guys tomorrow."

Wooyoung gave you a playful salute before they disappeared down their street.

And then it was just you.

The city was quieter now. The excitement of the night had dulled into a hum of distant traffic, the occasional flicker of headlights passing by.

You pulled your hoodie tighter around you as you walked, your steps steady but your mind still racing.

Everything felt surreal, like a fantasy dream. One second, you were hanging out with your best friends. The next, you were running for your life. And then Spider-Man swooped in, saved you like it was nothing, and disappeared into the dead of night.

Your fingers twitched at your sides and you could still feel the ghost of his touch—the way he had held you when he pulled you away from danger.

Shaking the thought away, you turned down a quieter street. It wasn’t too far to your apartment now. Just a few more minutes. But then there was a noise...

Tick. Tick. Tick.

You stopped. You cocked an eyebrow. The sound was faint, almost drowned out by the night and the noise of wind. It was coming from the building beside you.

Slowly, you turned your head. The alley next to the building was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the pavement. But the sound—that sound—was definitely coming from there.

A slow, rhythmic ticking. Like a countdown.

Your stomach twisted. Your instincts screamed at you to move. But you couldn't. it was like your legs were paralyzed and—

BOOM.

The explosion shattered the quiet night. The force of the blast hit like a shockwave, sending a fiery burst of heat through the air. The impact knocked you off your feet, throwing you backward before you even had time to scream.

For a split second, you were weightless—falling, the world tilting...

But before you hit the ground, something caught you.

No, not something... Someone

A strong arm wrapped around your waist just as a web shot out, pulling you up seconds before debris rained down onto the street below. Your breath hitched.

Your mind barely had time to process what had just happened before you were soaring—high above the city, away from the destruction.

The wind roared past your ears as you clung to the one person who had just saved your life again.

And then, just as quickly as you were pulled away, you landed on a rooftop. You gasped, heart hammering as your feet touched solid ground.

Spider-Man was still holding you, his grip strong, steady—protective.

For a long second, neither of you spoke. The distant wail of sirens echoed below. The glow of the city lights cast long shadows across the rooftop.

His chest rose and fell with controlled breaths. "You okay?" he asked, voice quieter this time.

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. "I—yeah. I think so."

His hold on you didn’t loosen immediately. It was as if he was making sure—like if he let go too soon, you might slip away again.

The realization made something in your chest tighten.

Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you. Even through the mask, you could feel the intensity of his gaze.

"You shouldn’t have been there," he murmured, almost to himself.

"I wasn’t exactly planning on walking past a random explosion," you said, attempting to lighten the mood. Your voice came out more breathless than you intended.

His jaw tensed slightly. "You could’ve died."

You weren’t sure why, but the way he said it—low, edged with something almost like frustration—made your breath catch.

His fingers twitched against your waist before he finally let go. The absence of his touch left the night air colder.

"Thank you though," You breathe out as you look at him. You wondered what he looked like under the mask. "For saving me... again."

"You're welcome."

He then exhaled sharply as if debating something. Then, reaching into his suit, he pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.

Wordlessly, he took your hand and pressed it into your palm.

Your fingers curled around it automatically. "What is this?"

His voice was quieter now. More certain. "A lifeline," he said. "Just in case."

Your pulse jumped. You looked up at him, searching for something—anything—in his masked expression. But before you could say anything, he stepped back.

"Stay safe, Y/N..."

He winked at you and then, in one swift motion, he shot a web and disappeared into the night. leaving you standing there, gripping the note, your heart still racing.

Far below, the city continued on, unaware of what had just happened. But you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him.

Your phone buzzed violently in your pocket, snapping you out of your daze.

Still gripping the note, you fumbled to pull it out, your hands shaking slightly as you answered.

“Y/N!” Wooyoung’s voice practically exploded through the speaker causing you to flinch a little. “Did you hear that?!”

San’s voice followed, equally frantic. “Forget hearing it, we felt it! That explosion was huge—where are you? Are you okay?”

You swallowed, your heartbeat still uneven, and a tiny bit of sweat dripped down your forehead. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay.” You glanced down at the note in your hand, the small folded paper feeling heavier than it should. “Spider-Man—he… he saved me.”

A pause. Then Wooyoung, in complete disbelief: “Wait- again?”

San exhaled sharply. “Holy shit, you have got to stop getting into life-threatening situations.”

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers tightening around the note. “Yeah, well… at least this time, he gave me something.”

Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, a gift?, a love letter?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Not exactly.”

Carefully, you unfolded the paper, the streetlights casting just enough of a glow for you to see what was scribbled inside.

A phone number.

Your breath hitched slightly. “He gave me his number,” you murmured, more to yourself than to them.

Dead silence.

“WHAT?!” Wooyoung shrieked so loudly you had to pull the phone away from your ear.

San sounded equally stunned. “Hold on, he just gave you his number? Like—"here call me sometime." type of shit?”

You swallowed, staring down at the digits. “I… guess?”

Wooyoung was losing his mind. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THIS IS LIKE A ROMANCE MOVIE BUT IN REAL LIFE. YOU HAVE TO CALL HIM.”

San groaned. “Give her a second to process, dude.”

Your fingers traced over the numbers absently, your heart still hammering in your chest. “Yeah,” you muttered, barely registering their bickering. “I think I will.”

Because something told you this wasn’t just a random exchange. This was the beginning of something else. Something big.

And for the first time tonight, despite everything, a small smile found its way to your lips.

Three months had passed since that night. Since the explosion. Since the moment Spider-Man slipped you his number and changed your life forever.

Because Spider-Man was Jeong Yunho.

And now, he was your boyfriend.

The warm glow of your bedside lamp flickered gently against the walls, the soft scent of candles filling the dimly lit room. You sat cross-legged on your bed, your laptop balanced on your thighs as you mindlessly scrolled through your work. The night was calm, the city humming faintly in the background through your slightly open window.

Then there was a familiar thud. You barely had time to glance up before the window swung open, and a tall, breathless figure climbed inside.

Yunho.

His suit was slightly dirty, the red and blue fabric stretched taut over his muscular, tall frame. His chest rose and fell heavily as he pulled his mask off, tousled dark hair falling over his forehead. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair before looking at you., panting a bit.

You smirked, resting your chin in your palm. "Rough day, Yun?"

He let out a dry chuckle, tossing his mask onto your desk as he padded toward you. "You have no idea."

You shut your laptop, scooting over as he all but collapsed onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. He stretched out beside you, one arm draped lazily over his face. His eyes closed briefly as he relaxed beside you. The air between you both felt thick with something more than just the comfort of being together. He had been gone all night, and it had become routine for him to come to you like this—exhausted, a little broken, and yet still somehow whole in your presence.

You watched him, his chest rising and falling in time with his breathing. There was something about him tonight—something that felt different.

He turned his head to face you, his brown eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "I missed you," he muttered, his voice quiet but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

Your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time he had said that, but tonight, it felt heavier, more real.

"I missed you too," you replied softly, your breath catching as you leaned closer, just barely brushing his arm with your fingers.

He smiled then, a slow, almost lazy smile that had a way of making your heartbeat quicken. Without a word, he shifted, moving until he was hovering above you, his body pressing down gently against yours. The familiar warmth of his chest, the scent of him—like cologne and sweat, and the faint hint of something stronger—surrounded you.

His hands, large and sure, braced on either side of your head as he looked down at you. His gaze softened for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability passing through his eyes before it was replaced with something darker—something that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Is it okay if I..." he trailed off, his voice barely a whisper, his face inches from yours.

You swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, Yunho. It’s okay."

And with that, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly grew more desperate, more urgent. His hands slid to your sides, fingers tracing the curve of your waist before pulling you closer as if he couldn't get enough of the feeling of you beneath him.

The kiss deepened, his body moving against yours in slow, deliberate motions that made your heart race, and your senses heighten. Every part of you burned for him, and he could feel it in the way your body responded to his gentle touch.

His lips left yours, trailing hot kisses along your jaw, down your neck, the soft exhale of his breath making your skin tingle. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging him back to meet your lips again, pulling him closer as if you never wanted to let him go.

Yunho groaned against your lips, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your stomach. The touch sent a shockwave of heat through you, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped your mouth.

"You drive me crazy, y'know that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he nipped lightly at your earlobe.

You couldn’t help the small, breathless giggle that escaped your lips. "I could say the same about you."

His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of your body, and for a brief moment, there was a sense of hesitation in his movements. But only for a moment.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice raw with desire.

Your heart skipped again. You could feel the tension building between you both, the anticipation crackling in the air as you gazed up at him.

“I want you too,” you breathed, your hands sliding up to pull him closer, your body arching instinctively toward his.

The world outside, the city, the noise, the chaos, faded away, leaving only the two of you, tangled in each other. The kiss deepened once again, more desperate this time as if you were both starved for each other, needing this moment more than anything else.

The dark-haired boy's hands were everywhere now—on your back, your waist, your legs. His fingers finding the hem of your shirt and pulling it off, desperate to feel more of you. you groaned as he did, your body shuddering slightly at the contact, and for a moment, you lost yourself in the sensation of being this close to him, of having him like this.

But before things could escalate further, Yunho pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control of his breath.

“I don’t want to rush this,” he said softly, his voice low and filled with a tenderness that only seemed to make everything more intense.

You nodded, your hands still tangled in his hair as you gazed up at him. “We don’t have to. I just want to be with you, Yunho.”

He smiled, his lips pressing against yours one last time—slow, gentle, a kiss that spoke volumes. And in that moment, it wasn’t just about the passion. It was about connection. About how, no matter what, you both had each other.

Yunho’s body pressed against yours, the weight of him both thrilling and intoxicating as he kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with an urgency that made your heart race. You felt the cool air of the room against your bare skin, every inch of you alive with anticipation. His suit was still intact, but the tension between you was palpable, and you could sense his desperation.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you pushed your hands down to the fabric of his suit, feeling the smooth material beneath your fingertips. “Yun,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing. “What if we take this off?”

He paused, his breath hitching as he looked down at you, a mix of desire and amusement in his gaze. “And ruin it? I just got this suit,” he replied, trying to maintain his composure, but you could see the hunger in his eyes.

“Who cares?” you challenged, your fingers gripping the fabric tighter. “You’ve got more important things to focus on right now.”

With a swift motion, you tugged at the fabric, your determination making you bold. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room, and you felt a thrill rush through you as you ripped a hole in the crotch area of his suit, revealing the toned skin beneath. His already hard cock sprung out and hit his covered stomach.

Yunho’s eyes widened in shock, and then he blushed, the tension breaking momentarily. “This is the second suit I’ve been through with you” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound ringing through the air as you looked up at him, your heart racing. “What can I say? You make it too easy to get carried away,” you teased, your fingers brushing against his exposed skin, feeling the heat radiate from him.

He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned down, capturing your lips again in a heated kiss. “You’re insatiable,” he murmured against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed his body harder against yours.

“I learned from the best,” you shot back, the playful banter only heightening the tension between you. The sound of fabric tearing had only fueled the fire inside you, and you could feel the need building again, stronger than before. You ran your finger over his leaking tip.

Yunho pulled back slightly, glancing down at his ruined suit with mock seriousness. “I- I might need to start keeping a spare suit at y- your place,” he breathed, his tone teasing but laced with genuine desire as he panted a bit.

“Or maybe just skip the suit altogether next time,” you suggested with a smirk, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again, the urgency returning as he pressed his body against yours, the remnants of his suit only adding to the thrill of the moment. “If you keep this up, I might not be able to hold back,” he warned, his voice low and filled with promise.

“Then don’t hold back,” you challenged, your heart racing as you met his gaze, your body aching for him. “Such a pretty cock, hm?” You coo.

With a growl, Yunho wasted no time. He closed the distance again, kissing you fiercely, the remnants of his suit only serving to heighten the tension between you. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch as you surrendered to the moment, the laughter and playful teasing giving way to something deeper, more primal.

In that heated exchange, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you—lost in each other, tangled up in passion, and utterly consumed by desire.

As Yunho kissed you deeply, the rip in his suit widened, and you could feel his hard member rub against you, throbbing. The thrill of the moment sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips, the laughter still lingering from your earlier banter.

But then, as if the tension of the night had reached its peak, you felt the unmistakable sensation of his arousal pushing through the tear in his suit. Your breath hitched at the intensity of it, and Yunho’s gaze darkened as he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Guess I’m not the only one who’s a little too eager,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with need.

With a swift motion, you pushed him back just enough to sit up, and before he could react, you tore at your own bottoms, fabric ripping away with a satisfying sound. The sudden exposure made your pulse race, and you reveled in the way his eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Now we’re both ready,” you teased, your voice sultry as you leaned closer, your body radiating heat as you pressed against him, skin to skin.

Yunho growled low in his throat, the sound sending a thrill through you. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, his fingers curling around your waist as he pulled you closer, his body flush against yours.

He quickly shifted, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned you, and you could feel the undeniable heat of his desire against you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he confessed, his voice thick with lust as he pressed his body against yours, the remnants of his torn suit hanging around his hips.

“Then don’t hold back,” you urged, your breath hitching as you felt the weight of him pressing down, the heat radiating between you both. You needed him, needed to feel him fill the void that had been growing inside you.

With a fierce determination, Yunho pushed forward, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. The taste of him, the urgency of his movements, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you as he nestled deeper between your thighs. You gasped at the sensation, the heat building as he ground against you, seeking more, wanting to lose himself in you completely.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and heavy as he moved to kiss down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone, down to your chest, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

“Yunho, please...” you begged, your voice a breathless whisper as you tangled your fingers in his hair, urging him closer, craving more of him.

With a growl, he positioned himself, the moment stretching between you as anticipation crackled in the air. “Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes searching yours, filled with a mix of lust and tenderness.

You nodded, your heart racing as you whispered, “More than ready.”

In one swift motion, he thrust forward, the heat of him enveloping you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and you gasped, the pleasure coursing through you as his long and veiny cock filled you, stretching you in the best way. You could feel him deep inside, and everything else faded away—the world outside, the chaos of life—until it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

“Yunho,” you moaned, your body arching instinctively against him, urging him on as he began to move, his rhythm steady and intoxicating. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, and you felt yourself spiraling, surrendering completely to the sensations. He kept hitting your G-spot causing you to whine and moan.

He matched your movements, his breath ragged as he lost himself in you. “Y- you feel so good, tiny” he groaned, his voice filled with raw desire, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, wanting every inch of you.

The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting against skin, the heat between you rising with each passing moment. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, the world around you fading into nothing as you lost yourself in the rhythm of your bodies.

“Yu- Yunho, don’t stop-” you gasped, each thrust igniting a fire within you, pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel the heat building, the pleasure reaching a peak as you clung to him, urging him on, wanting nothing more than to feel him completely.

Yunho filled you completely, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way. He held you close, his breath hot against your neck as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to meet his every thrust, the rhythm building between you as passion grew.

With each movement, his thrust grew more sloppy and hard, whines and moans filled the room. The taller boy grunted as he gripped onto your hips. You could feel the heat pooling deep within you, the tension building with every thrust, every stroke. Yunho’s eyes were locked onto yours, filled with a mix of lust and something deeper, something that made your heart race even more.

“Yunho,” you gasped, your fingers gripping the sheets as you surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving you. “I- f— fuck.”

He responded with a low growl, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, the primal rhythm echoing in the room as you lost yourself in the intensity of your connection. You could feel every inch of him, every powerful thrust igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

Suddenly, with a wicked glint in his eyes, Yunho shifted his grip and pulled your hands above your head. “Let’s make this even more interesting,” he murmured, shooting out a silky web from his his hands—a playful reference to his alter ego. In one swift motion, he tied your wrists together, securing them above your head.

A thrill raced through you at the sensation of being restrained, the vulnerability heightening the intensity of everything you were feeling. “Yunho, what are you—” you started, but he silenced you with a fierce kiss, his body pressing down against yours, pinning you to the bed.

“Just trust me,” he said, his voice low and teasing. The possessiveness in his tone sent another wave of heat through you, and you nodded, surrendering completely to him.

With your hands tied, Yunho resumed his movements, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. The sensation of being held down while he drove into you was exhilarating, and you could feel the tension building higher and higher with each powerful stroke.

“Yunho, yes,” you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming as he hit all the right spots, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you completely. You could feel every single inch of him, the way he filled you, stretched you, driving you closer to the edge.

“You like that?” he asked, a smirk on his lips, his eyes dark with desire as he watched your reactions. “I want to hear you.”

“More,” you begged, your voice breathless as you writhed beneath him, the pleasure coiling tighter within you. He was relentless, and the way he took control was intoxicating. Each thrust was a reminder of his power, his desire to consume you completely.

“More, huh?” he teased, his thrusts deepening as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans. The connection between you sparked with electricity, and you felt yourself spiraling, losing track of everything except the way he was making you feel.

Yunho picked up the pace, his movements becoming more frantic, His length hit the spot, making you whimper from it. the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. You could feel the pressure building, a delicious tension pulling tight within you, and you knew you were getting close.

“Yunho, I’m—” you gasped, your body arching against him, desperately seeking that release.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice a husky whisper in your ear. “I’ve got you.”

With a final thrust, the world exploded around you. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling as you cried out his name, the sound echoing in the air as you let go completely, surrendering to the intense ecstasy that washed over you.

You open your mouth as you came on him. squeezing his member, making his grip on your waist tighten.

Yunho followed closely behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own peak, the sound of his groan filling your ears as he buried himself deep inside you, riding the waves of pleasure together. He painted your walls with his cum, groaning as he does so.

As the intensity faded and you both collapsed against each other, he quickly untied your hands, pulling you close. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you could feel his heart racing against yours.

“Now that was something,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

You laughed softly, the exhilaration of the moment still lingering in the air. “You definitely know how to make an impression.”

s the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourselves tangled together, hearts racing, breaths mingling in the aftermath of sex. Yunho collapsed beside you, pulling you close, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him, the remnants of your shared intensity lingering in the air.

“Guess I’ll have to invest in some sturdier suits,” he chuckled, glancing down at the remnants of his attire, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing in the dim light of the room.

“Or just come to me without one next time,” you suggested a playful grin on your face.

“Now that sounds like a plan,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

And in that moment, as you lay together, you knew that this was just the beginning of many more adventures to come.

Yunho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wait until next time. I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”

With a playful smile, you snuggled closer to him, knowing this was just the beginning of many more unforgettable moments together.

[leoleolovesdc]

How I interpretate Jason Todd's post-death life

In canon, Jason Todd is legally dead and uses a fake identitiy to go around and do normal life stuff, but in what I consider to be my "Main AU" after the events of Under the Red Hood and many other not-so-friendly interactions between Jason and the fam, they finally managed to get into a truce-state.

While this "truce" didn't mean that they were on good terms it basically consisted that they would not bother each other. Meaning that Jason does his thing in his part of the city and the Bats can't bother him about it just as he can't go around attacking them in his seek for petty revenge against the family. Cough, cough. Titans Tower.

But when Jason finally decided to forgive Bruce, he didn't reach out to him in a normal way. No, no, no! This man decided to simply show up at the GCPD, unmasked, no suit, no nothing, find a random officer and just go:

"Hi, I'm Jason Todd. Yeah, that Wayne kid who died four years ago. Can you call Bruce, please? He needs to come pick me up."

Basically, he arrived at the police station claiming to be a dead child. No one believed him, of course, but he insisted that they made a DNA test. When it came back saying it was a match no one really knew what to do.

Jason claimed to be suffering from amnesia, that he had just woken up a couple months ago in Ethiopia (the place he died) confused and not knowing exactly what had happened. He told them that he was very lost, but after talking to people and working to get some money and free rides, he managed to find his way back to Gotham.

And this stupid mother fucker knew that the cops would go search for holes in his story, so before doing all of this he actually went to Ethiopia and executed all of the steps in his lie so there would be people who saw and helped him at the right time to back his story up.

Even with the "evidence" Jason made up the police didn't buy this story, neither did the goverment, but what could they even do? The DNA test was a match, after all. So they kinda just called Bruce to tell him that his son was there.

And like, obviously it wasn't a surprise to the family. Everyone knew that Jason was alive and had become the Red Hood, so when aproximately 15 Waynes arrived at the police station sobbing it was because they knew that in Jason Todd language, claiming back his civilian identity meant that he wanted to be a part of the family again.

[radiance1]

Random Danny Phantom au.

The world ended, nukes launching to every corner of the world.

If the nukes didn't kill them, then the aftermath sure did.

An actual, honest to god supervillain wanted the end of the world, and they did it even when they got taken along too.

Vlad, Danny and Dani survived due to their Halfa biology, with Dani leaving for the ghost zone after everything went down.

Danny is overcome by grief, and anger with no place to direct it.

Same goes for Vlad.

And they already didn't like each other, so just one minor thing set them off on each other.

Due to Danny's victory over Pariah Dark, and Vlad helping him with the suit and pushing Pariah back into the coffin, they each became king of the Ghost Zone.

More like half-king since they both share the position but eH.

Danny got the Crown of Fire, which because of his ice core turned into the Crown of Frost.

Meanwhile Vlad got the Ring of Rage, and became much quicker to anger than he was before.

Surprisingly enough, Danny was the one who landed the first hit.

The opposing nature of their cores, fire and ice, wasn't at all helping the planet when they both went all out, especially with the added power boosts.

They fought on the wasteland planet for a few years, then moved to space. To which something of surprise happened, Danny, with his ice core and the Crown of Frost connected to the moon, meanwhile Vlad, with his Ring of Rage, connected to the motherfucking sun.

Why is this important?

Well, because even though humanity was basically wiped out, the faith left behind on things they worshipped was still around.

So Danny and Vlad both got even more boosts of power from the lingering faiths left behind on the sun and moon. Basically becoming gods.

Not that Danny or Vlad cares, for Danny he just wants the earth back to how it was, and his family by extension. For Vlad, even though he has all of this power now, Madeline isn't here anymore, nor is Vladco and everything else he worked for.

So they just, continue fighting.

The Sun vs the Moon.

They held nothing back, using every inch of power in their cores and the power gained from lingering faith of the sun and moon and caused devastation if they were still on earth.

They fought for years and years. Until one day they just, stopped.

Be it because of how much power they used up, or they just felt emotionally exhausted, perhaps both. Danny just stayed on the Moon while Vlad just kinda, drifted, around the sun.

During this time, Clockwork saw this as the best time to yoink them over to the ghost zone, and properly appoint them as Kings of the Infinite Realms.

Of course they had to have the clothes to match, and with them having a connection to the sun and moon certain ghosts had a motif to go off of.

Danny was gifted a white robe that glowed a soft light, with the edges seeming to turn into frosty mist and the area around him is extremely cold.

Vlad was gifted a golden robe that glowed intensely, the entire thing seemed to be made of fire and the area around him extremely hot.

Opposites and stuff I guess.

No other ghost really wanted to fight them and take the Ghost King title, it's honestly far more trouble than it was worth and they didn't want the responsibilities.

So Danny and Vlad had to put aside their differences and rule together properly for each and every ghost in the zone.

Safe to say, neither of them were thrilled to be working with the other. (With Danny not thrilled to be working at all.)

Which is pretty in character with them being polar opposites.

During their off time, much to some ghost's chagrin, they typically leave outside of the zone to their respective domains, the moon and sun. Both of them feel a sense of comfort when near them.

Surprisingly after their battle and working together, Vlad feels calmer around Danny because of his overall aura, whereas Danny feels the never ending chill he experiences lighten up whenever he's near Vlad.

So they're on some sort of truce right now.

Everything is going fine, the zone finally stabilized with the extended presence of both its kings, the Ghost Zone now has some sense of law and order, and everything is just better over all than under Pariah Dark's absence and rule.

Until Danny gets summoned to some far off dimension, still in the appearance of a teenager because he never aged (neither did Vlad) and is absolutely stunned to see living, breathing humans.

It's been far, far too long since he's seen humans.

So there he is, still in his king robes (Which basically become his regular clothing), sitting in a magical summoning circle with cultists all around him preaching to him about he's going to enslave the world and how they off themselves up to be his servants.

Stunned beyond compare seeing people, and then out of the blue more people come out and beat up the cultists, with the last one begging for him to help them and then being knocked out.

A stray thought entered his mind, and he doesn't even care about the other people anymore. So he steps out of the circle, ignoring the others surprise, their battle ready stances, and their attempts at talking with him and just exits the building and flying out of the planet's atmosphere.

He then turned to look at the planet, and he started crying.

It was breath taking to see the earth living again, especially when from the moon all he ever saw was the wasteland that was once his.

Some random dude came up out of the atmosphere with him, with a determined expression on his face before that melted away into surprise and concern. Who then just floated there alongside him.

Meanwhile, over in the DP outer space:

Vlad is not at all amused when he felt the sudden void of the moon. So he went to check it out, seeing the moon deity gone from his place. Usually when they go to the Infinite Realms they are still aware of the others presence.

But now Vlad doesn't feel him at all.

So Vlad goes to find Clockwork, who should surely know if his opposite decided to go back in time.

Clockwork says he doesn't know where Danny is, but he does know he was summoned to another dimension. Vlad questions how Clockwork doesn't know where Danny is since he's the literal Master of Time.

Clockwork says that he oversees all the events and timelines in this dimension, the one where Danny was summoned to however? Noooot so much.

So now Vlad feels he has to look for his counterpart and is increasingly angry that he has to do so, but then Clockwork nudged him along to go and find him.

So now Vlad has to look for the wayward moon deity; while said deity is now talking with a bunch of actual people and is not at all hiding his wonder and amazement at seeing and talking to living people again.

(Clockwork when he knows exactly where, how, and why Danny got summoned, but isn't telling Vlad a single thing other than "You have to go find him." and acting as if he couldn't just pop into the timestream and ask the Linear Men if they've seen an immortal teenage moon deity in any timelines.)

[enchantedsword]

au were mk is wukongs bio kid but its still similar to canon in that he wasnt supposed to be born for many many years. okay this is gonna be a shit explanation but ill do my best to make it make sense.

mk is supposed to be born with both wukong and macaque as his parents(macaque was always fated to come back) in the more traditional way. but nine headed demon who we'll say became "friends" with wukong during that five hundred years after sealing demon bull king, used some sort of spell/magic to basically have wukongs magic/life force/essence(whatever you want to call it) create a child on its own without another parent without wukong getting suspicious about it, since there are occasions a celestial pregnancy can occur like this.

however this is still not a good thing for wukong because even with all his strength and power a child(at least a celestial one) still needs two parents or at least another trusted person to help provide it energy/life force during pregnancy and for about 3 years after so the baby(mk) is only feeding from wukong, so much so that he's extremely weak by the time he gives birth and isnt even back to full power/health until mk would be unlocking his own powers. theres also the fact mk is still the harbinger of chaos and not just a normal celestial child so he would end taking more from wukong.

also playing with the idea that giving birth burned through the pills and wine of immortalities maybe even a third one or at least half of another one, thats how difficult/dangerous this pregnancy and birth was for him without a partner to help. i do think he would call a temporary truce with PIF at least towards the end of his pregnancy because he knows he wont be able to actually give birth alone, and shes been through this before and she'd be the only one he trust to help him even with all thats happened between them.

now this opens the opportunity for nine headed demon to steal mk, however im unsure if i want him take him when hes a newborn and have wukong think that his child is dead due to not being able to give him the power/energy he needed during pregnancy, or if he waits until mk is about 2 like in canon before he takes him, turns him human and erases wukongs memories of himself and mk. either way he does erase himself from wukongs memories.

i dont have a lot for this au but i do know season 4 and 5 would be one hell of an emotional roller coaster for everyone, the scroll giving hints that mk isnt human and somehow related to wukong but not clear on the how. im honestly leaning towards mk being taken as a baby and wukong believing he didnt survive childbirth and the scroll itself showing mk the wukong has a baby that "died", instead of being shown the rock. technically he could be shown that in either version i choose to use. but if i choose this option i feel like wukong would start piecing things together a lot quicker then in canon, cause an 18-20 year old kid shows up being able to use the staff and with all his powers 18-20 years after the baby he had "dies", i think that would raise a lot of flags for him and would have him talking to PIF(whos memories of the birth would have also been tampered with) to figure if they have any actaul inconsistencies in the memories of that day.

then theres the option of mk being taken when hes 2 and wukong having all memories of anything to do with him taken, and never questioning why this random kid has his powers, and then mk is shown the scene with wukong and a baby, a baby thats very clearly not a normal monkey(something the scroll doesnt show wukong himself) and when he brings it up wukong is confused because hes never interacted with babies that werent part of the troop. this one also has PIF helping wukong through the birth of his child. but since mk wasnt taken until he was 2, her memories wouldnt be tampered with so she would remember where wukong doesnt, and wukong knows himself well enough that if he ever had a child theres only one person that he would trust to help him, so he would go to her and explain what was seen and what he doesnt remember.

[wigglesworms]

It somehow just occurred to me that I can make posts on here that aren't art and can just be rambles! Sooooo....

RANDOM SANS AU HEADCANON TIME!!! YAY SO FUN!!!

-Error is also a huge Spider-man fan and has a whole bunch of Spider-man merch and has definitely been Spider-man many times for Halloween

-Ink and Error are huge Muppet fans, and have both watched all the movies and shows multiple times

-Whenever Dust or Killer is near Horror, one or both of them are holding on to him in some way. Dust perfers to just kinda cling onto Horror, whether it be holding his arm or his hand, while Killer literally HANGS on him like a monkey on a branch (tho Killer doesn't hold onto Horror as much as Dust does). Horror doesn't mind them, tho

-Nightmare absolutely LOVES vampires like if they could be or be with a vampire they would do it in a HEARTBEAT. However, Nightmare does NOT like the Twilight series in the slightest because it: "Ruined the vampire romance genre in unspeakable ways."

-Cross also gets crushes WAY EASILY. It was really embarrassing when he was working with the Bad Guys and had a crush on Nightmare cause they all poked fun at him, but it was EVEN WORSE when he joined the Stars and got a crush on Dream cause Dream is just so oblivious and does things that just made it SO MUCH WORSE (both crushes were also unrequited tho T-T)

-Cross and Swap are workout buddies 100%

Anyway, that's all I got! Thanks for reading, and if you have any other ideas or things you want me to ramble about, don't be scared to tell me, I am at your service! (*^^*)

-After the truce Dream thought that it would be cute and funny to show My Little Pony to Nightmare cause it's one of their favorite shows (they also hoped that the lessons might rub off on Night). However, literally, within the first few minutes, Nightmare started to get angry cause Princess Luna was a little TOO similar to them, causing a whole rant of just "THIS STUPID HORSE STOLE MY WHOLE BRAND! MY STORY, MY NAME, EVEN MY AESTHETIC! MY LITTLE PONY? MORE LIKE, MY LIKE COPY CAT!" (Dream found this extremely funny and was dying on the floor)

[randomname360]

Undertale Fandom Headcannon

Okay everyone knows that Error and Ink have a truce when it comes to Outertale. Error likes stars and silence that Outertale has to offer so that's why he doesn't destroy Outertale. Ink noticed this and started coming to the au as a way to talk to him because he knew the Destroyer wouldn't do anything bad there. This made the place a neutral zone.

I think Nightmare and Dream should have a place like that. People might say they already do because of Dreamtale and where the Tree of Feelings was but I think we need a place more random. Ccino's Cafe would be the perfect place. I can already see Killer going there because of the cats then eventually maybe he brings the rest of the gang. Maybe the gang gets tired of the fad and stops coming but Nightmare doesn't. Maybe he starts coming on the regular because he likes the desperation of the customers in the place. I mean the people who come to coffee places go to either drink coffee to stay up to work on something, meaning they are stressed, or because they are having a mental crisis and need a coffee break, meaning they are ready to give up and just cry in a ball. Both types of people come to the Cafe feeling negative emotions, they might come to Ccino's Cafe in particular to cheer themselves up with the adorable kitties- this means there is a lot of negative auras that come to the place.

Nightmare might grow acustom to the cafe's aura and start drinking staying there for a few hours at a time. Maybe he drinks some coffees while enjoying a book. Maybe Dream comes by to chat with Ccino but notices Nightmare there just enjoying himself. Maybe he starts coming more often to keep an eye on Nightmare because he's afraid Nightmare might hurt Ccino. Maybe he confronts Nightmare and Nightmare says he wouldn't hurt a being here, not yet at least. Maybe he quotes Error saying the whole "I'm destroying this place last." Maybe Dream starts coming and having civil conversations with Nightmare.

The two could talk about whatever: make the place an informal meeting spot to talk about work, a girl talk space to talk about their days and teammates, or make it a hang out spot where they just do their own things and sit near each other.

Just my own personal headcannon that I think more people should think about.

[frogpols]

You talked about many AUs, but i would like to know if you have a main idea you think about how kiraboss met for the first time, is kinda hard for me to think about it without putting a lot of casuality on it

Also this is bassist kira and drummer boss!

LEL That is a brilliant gif, litcherally them, thankies for sharing this peak.

And that is a brilliant thingie to talk about. I may go on about AUs just because there are many ways (whether fairly believable and canon-compliant, or just silly and casual) that Kira and Diavolo could meet, and a bunch of various ideas in the way they'd actually interact in said meeting (or beyond). But of course, that's a given for ships involving characters that are never shown to have met. I do find that huge amount of room for creativity very intriguing.

Anyway, if I were to put something at the top of what seems believable (ie, what'd seem like a natural extension to the source material, less random), it'd be post-canon Kiraboss. In their latest depictions (I'm fairly confident DMQ is canon), they're both shown to be in a very peculiar purgatory state that no other named character from what I recall is fated to, let alone among the main antagonists (they just float to the sky (die), be entirely erased, or literally stay alive on the same existential plane forever). Given that unique inherent connection between those two major characters specifically, I thus think it wouldn't be super random/casual(?) for them to... well, be connected or perhaps form some deep kinship in a hypothetical JoJo spinoff. There'd be purpose in a story like that since there'd be the opportunity to expand upon the ghost/afterlife logic in the overall JoJoverse. (Not to mention kira and boss redemption if we may sympathize with them...)

Now, if we were to go earlier so that we can have the original Kira and Diavolo as Kiraboss, they can very well meet pre-canon, maybe even be close, and their correspondence (casual or deep) wouldn't have to interrupt their main stories. But while I don't believe anything is stopping Diavolo from going to Morioh through Doppio (since I'd reckon they can travel pretty easy with mafia swag and moola), I don't know what reason he could have to do so. A super flimsy stretch I could make is Tonio Trussardi/Antonio Volpe since he is adjacent to Passione's Massimo from PHF, but obviously PHF is not very canon and you'd still have a lot of stuff to fill out to justify Diavolo's connection to Morioh, all to potentially encounter Kira. In other words, pre-canon Kiraboss may be more random than post-canon Kiraboss, at least story-wise and not just for their given (huge) list of similarities. Buuuut at least it is possible. It's a whole other thing on whether or not they'd get along. Since they have to be alive for their story to happen, they'd have to not kill each other in the pre-canon meeting instance. This is where an old fanfiction idea I had a long while back comes in...

Uhhh, I guess briefly(?) going over that (since I reckon it's as close to what my 'main idea' for what feasible kiraboss looks like), the fic was going to be called "Yoshikage Kira and Diavolo's Bizarre Backstory" and combine both of the above ideas in this post: pre-canon and post-canon Kiraboss (with focus on pre-canon). The idea for the fic would be that they both meet, develop feelings (super slow burn style), and heavily influence each other to act the way they do in canon (so that there would be a convenient difference in their behaviors between when they initially met each other vs. when they'd meet another stand user in the future separately). Basic plot was: They meet in Morioh (Kira likes Doppio/Diavolo's hands) -> Stand battle (whole thing with Diavolo initially struggling with Kira's stupid SHA, but he learns quickly) -> They form hesitant truce (Diavolo thinks Kira could be very useful, and Kira surrenders) -> They are very stubborn (Kira doesn't want to join mob, and uhh somehow Diavolo's convinced he needs him LUL) -> Insert very ambiguous kind of tsundere/tsundere relationship here, perhaps they have sex (they wouldn't be very good at it) -> Diavolo goes back to Italy and Kira never snitches -> Ensue canon and they die -> They meet again not remembering each other at all and post-canon kiraboss begins. I know I have the ability to sit down and write a proper fanfic ....but I don't feel like it as of now, just as I am with projects. :d Hell, I started that Kosaku-Doppio swap fanfiction (idea I put some time ago on this blog), and plots completely written out, but only at barely two chaps, 4.7k words. Oh yeah, I believe that old animatic I just posted on this blog too was meant to reference the fanfic concept where Kira's just yearning after Diavolo's left.

Sooo yeaah, hehe

[captain-sunshine-11]

What if Kevin was taken in by Wymack when Kayleigh Died?

I know this AU of sorts would be build upon a lot of false hope and a lot of fucking up on the Moriyama's part if their money and lawyers couldn't keep Kevin--especially with the Perfect Court bullshit--but this is for fun and I can do whatever I want forever /lh

This was my original post on this concept and has the context but the basic premise is at the top. Anyway! This is gonna be some random building off of what I already said/how I think this would go, so, onwards!

I can't find the age of Kevin when Kayleigh died, so forgive me if this is incorrect so for sake of ease I'll place Kevin at age 8 until further notice

At this point of Kevin's life he has already been taught that Exy is the only important thing, it is second to Nothing. He is going to be Court--a part of the Perfect Court--of course it was put into gentler words for a child to grasp and understand "oh, this is going to be the rest of my life."

When he returns to Palmetto with Wymack, he is still relatively full of grief for his mom and is overwhelmed with living with this man--who he has only met a select few times during Exy Events with his mom--so Kevin has a rough time adjusting

Wymack tries to give Kevin as much space as he can give a young child but they do end up clashing a couple times. Kevin's messed up emotional state and Wymack trying to also grieve Kayleigh leads to a couple tantrums (from both of them lol) because they have problems understanding each other

They are both incredibly stubborn so a month in, they have a small fight you can only have between a grown adult and an 8 year old that leads to them both giving each other the silent treatment. By 'both' I mean Kevin, and Wymack trying to initiate but failing miserably

It isn't until Wymack makes a dinner that Kevin doesn't like that he has another conniption and yells something like "I hate you, I hate you!! / I wish I never met you!!" and runs off that Wymack decides that something has got to give.

He lets Kevin sulk for a couple minutes in his room before going after him. He talks, and Kevin listens. He cannot even remember the fight that led to this, it was so childish, but Wymack has to retain that Kevin is a child. (This is his first time having a kid, man is struggling)

Wymack is able to instate a truce and Kevin admits that, "I just really miss her."

Wymack scoops the kid into a hug and all the tension from his body disappears as he also says, "I miss her too, Kevin."

From then on, things are easier. They still have small problems but are able to work things out better than before as they learn how to exist around each other

Wymack for a long time is afraid of messing things up beyond repair, and tries to go to Bee as often as he sees fit to ask for advice. Feelings of inadequacy in his medium sized apartment and raising a kid that is not his. The conversation he had with Kayleigh on if she was having his kid and her saying no replays in his head as he doubts himself over and over again.

But Abby comes over about a year into having Kevin with him, she seems to be in awe about something.

She has seen Kevin before, plenty of times actually when Kevin first arrived and meals needed to be made by a more responsible adult (ha.), so Wymack has no idea why Abby seems so awestruck while looking at Kevin--so he tells her to spit it out. And he isn't prepared for:

"He has your nose."

Kid's faces change all the time, and as Kevin gets older even if it is a year later, he gets a bit lankier and the soon-to-be nine year old becomes more comfortable

It breaks Wymack for a little bit, having that old hope rise up again in his chest--but he decides against a paternity test. He cannot have that hope crushed again if it comes out negative.

On Kevin, he goes to a normal elementary school. He had been homeschooled previously given how often Kayleigh and the Ravens had to be moved around. In the paraphrased words of Nora, she had a sport to spread around, and she was pretty damn successful

Like everything else had been, Kevin took an adjustment period to normal public school. There is so many kids and more stimuli than he is used to seeing in a school environment.

On his first day after school he tells Wymack that he doesn't want to go back. He wouldn't give a reason at first but after some needling from a Very Concerned Wymack thinking that his kid was being bullied--Kevin just says that it is too much. Everything there was too much.

So Wymack comes up with an ultimatum, created only because he knew how smart Kevin was with retaining information from subjects he enjoyed, saying that he had to attend the rest of the week of school. And if he didn't like it, then they could look back into homeschooling.

Kevin agreed if only to prove Wymack wrong, but he couldn't. He picked up a fondness for History and when he started re-saying his teacher's lesson on the Early Origins of South Carolina (simplified for a Fourth Grader) Wymack figured correctly that there was no prying him away from school anymore.

On Exy--it is a no brainer that Kevin wants to join the Exy team and he gets in with flying colors. But this also means he begs to go to practice after homework is done and on weekends. Wymack hates his life a little when Kevin wakes him up at 9:30 AM on a Saturday for the sake of Exy

Thats all for now, let me know if ya'll want more

[sad-scribble]

I would love to hear more about the Ratchet and Starscream AU! 🥺 How did they run into each other? Does Ratchet try to help Starscream with his eye at all?

ooo Ill answer this as best as I can!

I'm currently in the process of writing down the full details of this au, as I have not watched Age of Extinction yet (Im emotionally unable to because I havent heard good things abt the movie) so some of this is subject to change

my idea is that both of their fates are changed by one difference. Starscream manages to tear Sam off of his face instead of having head head blown off, and flies in a random direction out of chicago, deciding to abandon the mission in a panic/adrenaline induced state. He doesnt get far due to being newly blind, crash landing somewhere in the appalachians. He's by no means weak, and he still has means of navigating on ground, but he's also smart enough not to try and return to battle while wounded, so for the time leading up to AOE he stays in hiding.

Ratchet, when being pursued by the military, takes a different route and manages to temporarily escape their sights. He ends up injured and unable to send a distress signal to Optimus, so he flees to the mountains as well.

They'd stumble upon each other by pure chance, and their first meeting would be hostile. The only reason Starscream doesn't tear his throat out is that he no longer has as many advantages, he could never fully heal from his injuries and he didnt want to waste energon on the medic. Ratchet, still worried the humans are after him, tries making a temporary truce with Starscream after telling him what happened during and after Chicago. He'll heal Starscream to the best of his abilities, and the decepticon doesnt immediately go off to start trouble.

Starscream sees more positives than negatives in this unlikely alliance, so they make a hesitant truce.. eventually. Neither of them are really happy about being stuck together at first. They wouldnt want to be caught dead helping an enemy after all.

Their main goal eventually becomes trying to contact whatevers left of their respective teams, Ratchet wanting to find Optimus without walking into another trap set by Lockdown and Starscream wanting rescue. And perhaps to pick up the pieces of Megatron's failure.

As for Starscream's eyes, he's fully blind in the one that was stabbed off and about half blind in the other, not ideal for navigation. Thanks to Ratchet he manages to salvage his left eye, but the other one would have to be replaced, something he cant really do without the proper resources. So Ratchet becomes Starscream's temporary GPS (He has no say in this)

[themosthatedbeingg]

{current Active verses with certain ppl}

My main verse with my overreaching blog story of expanding the rings and my world building of hell : Radioapple main, with @voodoodaaddy , @letsstaytuned and @heaven-saidx (gabe come meet ur nephew lol)

Sub verse of this is Royalstag verse : with @hellsmusing and @voodoodaaddy with twins on the way! ( if u want to join these verses plz talk to my partners about it as well we are a package deal I believe lol )

Angelicradio verse : Sammy meets Al and they are adorable and sweet and sad and radioapple in every au plz . With @voodoodaaddy

Default Main verse aka Hotel life: for those new to the blog or undecided stuff /anything with the sins and side au’s, it’s post season 1, Lucifer is staying both at the hotel and palace Lilith is still not back home ,this can also house subverses and events such as the Octavia Morningstar verse with @a-hell-of-a-time , and various other events, basically this is the fall back verse for any other interactions and dash coms unless stated otherwise .

Concertina Ballerina: ( sub default main verse) with @indulgentnine ‘s Vel, who’s lost her soul to Lucifer and is now his plaything/ jester as a punishment and for his amusement .

Samuel’s multiverse adventure : basically anything with Samuel /prefall verse or heaven’s design team au that’s undecided or funny dash stuff .

Draglitz verse: Blitzø and Lucifer are the best clown dads and their ship is gonna rock ur world and cause several natural disasters ! Extremely fun and awesome ship/verse with my Irl bestie Liz ~ @blitzbuckz

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{ depending on the partner dash com stuff may or may not reflect these verses or just be stand alone things }

Simple funny stuff between me and those above can be counted as part of the verse or just funny things between us .

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Other verse that has its own story ( ?) not associated with my overall blog story Unless they want it to be .( can have my worldbuilding tho)

Morningstar meet up verse : whatever random story line is between my Lucifer and @cast-you-dxwn ‘s mike and @hellsdisneyprincess and the muns Raphael and multi muse . ( other blogs in this verse maybe ?? ) @mourningstarred @heaven-saidx @avispatr

The Hannah verse lol : random storylines between @the-smallest-star and I that can be tied to my default main since that’s mainly a blank slate verse . Others might be included in this such as @queen-of-prophecy and any of Hannah’s moots .

Truces and mannquiens verse: mainly just pure crack nothing serious at all random shit between me and @originemesis lol

Shared Roo / Yahabel being the best sister in law ever verse: is anything between me and @sanctumpyre and @sanctusworn ( Yahbel gonna get these two bros back together again I swear <3 )

Mechanical Angel verse : angelic tv verse with @voxiiferous Sam ends up in hell oh no lol

Undecided stuff : things between me and @danger-tits-lute and @dick-meister unsure where to put these yet but I love them so much .

Dash stuff is most likely gonna reflect these verses here as well as my default main .

[rayflowcherry]

Introduction to my Multiverse (Nightmare-centric)

Part 1: Crossmare (I didn’t mean for it to be this long)

Ships: Crossmare, Driller

Nightmare:

Passive and Corrupted are the same person, his appearance has changed drastically, and yet some of his past personality are still there (according to Dream).

Quiet by nature and isn't afraid to speak up his mind.

Looks cold and uncaring 'cause he is used to bottling up his feelings instinctively, making him look like that.

Composed, mature, keeps his inner child in check, never letting it out because he thinks that it's embarrassing.

Sexuality: AroAce, Agender (doesn't care about pronouns but mainly uses he/they).

Age: 500+

Takes care of Killer, Dust and Horror ever since they've joined his gang but keeps their relationship professionally. (‘Single father’ - Error)

The first person to meet Cross who was crying and passing out in his empty AU, looks after him for a while before sending him on his own way.

He and Dream are having a truce, their relationship still remains awkward though, sometimes meeting up to check on each other in Ccino's cat café and having conversations (a bit like gossip).

Neutral with Error and Ink, friendly but not that close to them, at least they don't do anything harmful to each other then all ends well.

Has a really good memory so he knows almost everything about all the AUS, not to mention he travels a lot to gain knowledge, build a mansion for the past 400 years.

When he first became corrupted, he wreaked havoc everywhere, losing control and destroying every AUs he landed upon 'cause of his hunger for negativity, not until Reapertale did he finally stop, Reapertale!Toriel prevented him from doing any further harms.

Reaper Sans is like a father figure to him, he teaches him how to control himself and helps him whenever his corrupting power is too much (along with Toriel), takes care of him for 100 years.

Loves reading books, especially fantasy ones, whenever someone gifts him a book, he will get a bit emotional.

He only wears his old crown on special occasions, if not, he would keep it in his drawer.

Cross usually writes letters to him on his travels, slowly building their relationship, they often stumbled into each other on some random AUs and conversed for a while before parting ways.

Good at singing lullabies, and sometimes dancing in the night every time he feels like it. (Only Dream knows about this)

Rarely sleeps, one time he falls asleep like a log for several days, making his idiots worried and called Dream for help.

Doesn't have a favorite food nor drink.

Killer flirts with him once which makes Nightmare really confused, causing the other to be slightly caught off-guard and explained it to him afterwards. (Nightmare still doesn't understand the innuendo 'till this day)

Helps Dust get through his nightmares and guilt in the middle of the night. (Dust sleeps a lot better and his Papyrus almost never appears to haunt him anymore)

Likes cooking and gardening with Horror, they always talk about some random topics, otherwise they would enjoy the silence between them. (Introverts)

Scared of cats, lets Killer keep them but won’t get near them. (There are four cats)

Knows about Killer’s crush on Dream, but he won’t interfere or do anything (unless necessary).

Likes the rain, always reminiscing and standing under it for hours.

Immune to pain, his touch feels like acid so he refrains from touching the others.

Suppressing his emotions so no one will ever know what he feels.

Can shapeshift into anything, but he rarely uses this ability ‘cause it mostly makes him feel uncomfortable, besides, he doesn’t want to freak the others out.

Intentionally making himself taller to match the height of the others because he was scared of being seen as weak and helpless.

The atmosphere in his mansion is very relaxing and comfortable, contrary to popular belief.

Cross:

Still feels guilty over the fact that he killed everyone.

Grateful for Nightmare looking after him after he passed out from crying too much.

After Nightmare explaining to him that saving his AU is almost impossible, Cross mulled over this for a while and talked to Nightmare before coming to a decision, ignoring X!Chara’s insistence on saving their world, he decides to travel the AUS to know more about the multiverse and maybe get some friends along the way.

Sexuality: Bisexual (Canon)

Age: Early 30s

Stoic, more outgoing with Epic, has a bit of a crush on Nightmare (slowly turning into something more in the future), easily angered if something annoyed him too much, mostly calm.

A traveler who likes helping people, hanging out and making memories with them, usually writing letters to Nightmare about his travels to keep him updated. (Doesn’t know why he started doing it, but he won’t stop anytime soon, receiving letters back from Nightmare everytime was worth it)

X!Chara always teases him about his crush on Nightmare. (Brat)

Meets Dream along the way, discovering the fact that Nightmare and Dream are brothers and sending about 6 letters in panic to Nightmare after that.

He and Nightmare often bumped into each other on some random AUS, they would converse in any restaurants or shops, sometimes things would get too awkward for them. (Sillies)

One time, Cross saw Nightmare standing under the rain, he was quickly approaching the other and sheltering him under his umbrella, noticed his droopy mood and tried to lighten it up. (Nightmare appreciated it, started to have feelings for him unknowingly)

Scared of cows. (Of course)

Occasionally, he visits Nightmare’s mansion, stays for a few days and leaves.

Cross finds Killer too flirty for his liking but doesn’t dislike him for it much. (Feels a bit jealous whenever Killer gets too close to Nightmare)

He and Dust likes each other’s company, they are usually talking and making jokes, bonding over their trauma and guilts.

Cross likes Horror’s cooking, the food is always delicious, especially the tacos, he sometimes helps Horror and Nightmare with gardening.

Can handle pain so Nightmare’s touch maybe hurts a little but he can hold hands with him for minutes. (They did hold hands for brief seconds, Nightmare was still shocked about it because Cross seemed unfazed)

Has heard of Ink and Error, still hasn’t met them yet.

Somehow he got addicted to chocolate.

Has a hard time falling asleep, though when he sleeps in Nightmare’s mansion, it feels easier.

Only Killer and X!Chara know about his crush on Nightmare. (Cross never figures out how Killer does, ‘it was obvious’, that man said)

Wants Nightmare to accompany him on his journey, become his traveling partner and whatnot. (Going to ask him but he doesn’t have the courage to do so)

[duchi-nesten]

DannyMay Day 26: Art/Fic Switch!

Treats and Threats

Summary:

Valerie was going to kick Phantom’s ass for this! The only problem? She didn’t know where to find him.

Good thing Cujo was more than willing to help in exchange for some treats. Too bad he wasn’t very good at distinguishing which Danny he was meant to find though...

Word Count: 2894 || AO3 Link

Did I use this day as an excuse to try writing something for the shared cujostody au?? Maybe...

it referances this comic a little bit...

[Shared Cujostody AU Masterpost]

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Valerie was gonna kick Phantom’s ass for this. Did he think she wouldn’t notice?

She looked over to Cujo, who was sniffing all over her room. He just came over as he often did. Phantom liked to think they had a set custody schedule or whatever it was he called it, but in reality Cujo just came by whenever he wanted and to whichever of them he wanted.

She was reluctant to ‘’adopt’’ the ghost dog at first. Yes, she wasn’t as mad at him anymore after she finally listened to Phantom and found out why exactly Cujo was now a ghost, but that didn’t mean she had to like him. He was incredibly persistent though and the more time Valerie spent around the dog, the more she started loving him. He was just a tiny little puppy, a ball of joy who wanted to play all the time.

She even kept some treats for him for whenever he came over and started making and buying him some dog clothes. He loved dressing up, especially when they got to match. And it made Phantom jealous, so it was just bonus points for her really.

Phantom used to insist that the dog wasn’t his, but now it seemed like they were fighting for who gets to have him. Okay, she was fighting. That idiot seemed delighted to share the ‘’custody’’, he kept making jokes about them being a family which was genuinely getting on her nerves. He was so infuriating.

She did agree to a truce with him after finding out he was right about Vlad, but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy sharing Cujo with that menace. He was too careless and brute with the puppy. Which is exactly why she needed to find him right now and kill him, truce be damned.

Unfortunately for her the ghost attacks have been kinda on the down low lately and she had no idea where he hung out when he wasn’t fighting them. She did send him a bunch of text messages and even tried calling (which was still so weird! How did he even get that phone??), but she was sent to voicemail every time.

If only there was a way for her to track him down…

She glanced at Cujo, who had his head stuck in the plastic box of treats. She sighed. Truly nothing could stop a ghost dog. She always tried hiding these from him, but no matter where she put the box he always managed to sniff it out.

Which gave her an idea. If he could sniff these out then maybe…

‘’Cujo, baby. You know you’re not supposed to eat those.’’ she gently pushed his head out of the box. If he really wanted to he could just phase through her hand and continue, but he was a good boy and always listened. Yet he kept his eyes on the treats as if they would disappear at any moment. She chuckled.

‘’I’ll give you a treat if you do something for me.’’ she said and his eyes instantly snapped to her. His tail slowly swayed back and forth. ‘’Can you find Phantom for me? Sniff him out?’’

Cujo blinked at her before barking happily, tail full on wagging now. He phased through her hand and made his way through the bedroom window. She quickly jumped to follow him, nearly yanking the window off its hinges. Her suit making a humming sound as it activated.

He got quite ahead of her, but she managed to keep up just fine. She did have his ecto-signature marked in her tracker just in case she ever lost track of him, but she also had Phantom’s and that one tended to disappear off her radar at random. She wasn’t so inclined to test if Cujo’s wouldn’t do the same.

They flew their way through Amity Park before Cujo suddenly took a sharp turn towards her high school. She saw him growing into his bigger form before he disappeared behind the building.

As she rounded the corner and saw Cujo’s back, tail wagging. It seemed like he was holding someone in his mouth.

Got ya, ghost boy.

She landed behind the dog and could hear his captive yelling

‘’Cujo! I can’t right now! I told you to go to-’’

Cujo turned around to show his catch to Valerie and…

‘’Oh-... Heheh.. hi Red! Uh.. Huntress!’’

That was not Danny Phantom.

That was Danny Fenton.

‘’CUJO NO. Shit, I’m so sorry Da-uh citizen!’’ She quickly raced up to them and coaxed her puppy into releasing her ex boyfriend. Which he did by letting him fall face first on the ground. ‘’SHIT.’’

Valerie knelt down next to him to help him rise to his feet.

‘’Are you okay??’’

‘’Yeah.’’ he said, standing up to his full height, which was only slightly taller than her. He looked at her and sent her a bright smile. ‘’Don’t worry about it.’’

She smiled back knowing that he probably struggled to see it through her visor. His view got even more obscured when Cujo put his huge snout in between them wagging his tail happily. Which ended up with him accidentally knocking over some full trash cans standing behind him.

‘’Ugh. Cujo, I just cleaned that up.’’ Danny said resigned, moving over to the garbage. ‘’Lancer’s gonna have my head if he sees another piece of mutated meat.’’

Valerie looked at the knocked over trash and sure enough it was full of disgusting glowing green meat. Or at least what was left of it. It looked maimed and burned.

Right. He was recording a tiktok during lunch today. She was eating in the library while working on her missed homework, so she didn’t get to see it herself, but she heard the rumors. Apparently he put some sort of new ectoplasmic concoction from his parents lab in his serving of today’s mystery meat. It backfired and spread to every piece of meat in the cafeteria like a disease.

People were saying it was like a zombie apocalypse with all the meat moving around the room. Some even said they saw the Lunch Lady ghost appear for a second before she noticed Danny in the middle of it and left terrified. Which if that was true Valerie couldn’t blame her. Danny’s eating habits probably made her turn in her grave.

‘’You didn’t eat it, did you?’’ she asked, squinting at a small piece of meat that apparently survived whatever happened to the rest of it and was slowly crawling away from them, likely trying to escape. Danny picked it up and squashed it in his hand before it got far.

‘’Obviously I did.’’ he turned to her with a familiar shit-eating grin on his face, moving the thing he caught closer to his mouth as if to prove a point.

Damn him. How could he be so endearing even when he was being disgusting?

She shook her head chuckling and looked at Cujo instead. He was looking right back at her expectantly. Right.

‘’No Cujo, no treats until you find Phantom for me.’’ she said sternly. She saw Danny trip over a trash can lid out of the corner of her eye. ‘’You good there?’’

‘’Wha-Yes! Ha- Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t mind me!’’ he tried to act cool, almost losing his footing again. Dork.

Cujo whined at her, stepping from front paw to front paw and cocking his head to the right. He knew damn well he looked cute when he did that, no matter which form.

‘’Baby, no. I’m not gonna cave. Find Phantom and I’ll give you a treat then.’’ she said calmly trying to stroke him behind the ear, but since he was in big mode she had to settle for his cheek.

He whined a bit more letting out a little pathetic bark to go with it. He turned and stalked over to Danny, poking him in the back with his nose, which made the boy squeak.

‘’No, Cujo.’’ she said, sighing. ‘’That’s the wrong Danny you’re thinking of.’’

‘’Y-Yeah, buddy!’’ Danny chuckled nervously, petting Cujo’s snout. ‘’I’m not the one you’re looking for! Definitely not! I’m not Phantom, why would you even think that? You’re not thinking that right?’’

Okay he was acting weird. Almost as if he was hiding something.

Valerie looked him up and down. His eyes were wide, observing her every move with fear. One arm was rubbing his neck, which he always did when he was nervous. The other still stroking Cujo’s fur almost instinctively.

That’s when it clicked.

‘’No fucking way.’’ she uttered absolutely baffled.

It made so much sense.

‘’W-What?’’ he asked, his voice cracking.

‘’How many times did that asshole leave you as a dogsitter?’’

She knew Phantom did that. She caught Cujo in the background of one of Danny’s tiktoks a while ago and when she confronted Phantom about it he admitted to ‘’hiring’’ Danny as a dogsitter sometimes.

If that asshole left Cujo with Danny too often, then no wonder the poor puppy would mistake Danny for his second caretaker. Oh she was going to kick his irresponsible ghost ass even harder now!

‘’Uh… w-wha..?’’ Danny tilted his head questionably.

‘’I know about the dogsitting, Danny. And it looks like he’s leaving Cujo with you so often that the dog thinks you’re him!’’

‘’Oh… you think-’’ he knitted his eyebrows in confusion before his eyes widened. ‘’Oh! Oh, hahah, he didn’t- I mean it wasn’t many times! Maybe like twice! Is this the dog? I didn’t even recognise him, I don’t even remember his name!’’

Cujo whined again, turning into his puppy form and jumped in Danny’s arms, who barely managed to catch him in time. He started sniffing and licking his face distressed.

‘’Cujo stop! I mean! Dog whose name I don’t remember…’’ that made Cujo whine even harder and Danny flinched. He instantly gave up and buried his face in Cujo’s fur. Valerie could barely hear him mutter ‘’I can’t do this to you.’’

That interaction only reaffirmed Valerie’s suspicions.

‘’Don’t cover up for him.’’ she said, crossing her arms. ‘’I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at him. He’s going to pay for this too.’’

‘’Uh…why were you even looking for him in the first place? Did he do something?’’

‘’Yes, he knows what he did! And now this! The moment I find him I’m gonna kick his ass so hard he’ll be the gone kind of dead!’’

‘’… well you definitely won’t find him now…’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing!’’ Danny shoved Cujo in her arms and started walking off before she could even react. ‘’Anyway I’ll be going now! Gotta finish cleaning so Lancer doesn’t kill me! Bye Val!’’

‘’Bye-....wait…what did you just call me?’’

Danny stopped frozen in his tracks. She stared at his back bewildered.

He slowly turned around and stared back at her too.

‘’...Bye Red Huntress! It was nice to see you, I’ll go disappear behind that corner now!’’ he yelled nervously and booked it behind said corner.

It took her a second to shake off the shock. Cujo jumped out of her arms as she quickly followed after the boy.

‘’DANNY.’’

She rounded the corner to see that he did in fact disappear. Shit.

She was sure he called her Val. How did he know about her secret identity? She was always so careful! It did explain his weird behavior though, he probably didn’t know how to act around her like this.

She needed to talk to him immediately, he couldn’t just reveal something like this and run off!

Though that is exactly what he did. How did he even disappear like that? This boy was impossible sometimes.

In frustration she knocked her head on the wall a few times. What was her life at this point?

Her thoughts got interrupted when she heard Cujo’s bark and a yelp come from behind her. Turning around only provided her with even more frustration when she saw Danny mcfucking Phantom laying helplessly under Cujo’s once again big paw.

‘’Why must you do this to the hand that feeds you…’’ he hissed to Cujo before turning his attention towards Valerie. ‘’Hey Red! You look very good today! Are those new arm plates on your suit?’’

Danny Fenton could wait. She was gonna deal with this asshole first.

‘’YOU.’’ she roared stalking over to them. Cujo looked up at her coming closer and switched to his puppy form again laying his whole body on Phantom’s chest, wagging his tail and barking excitedly.

‘’Ah.. hahah, have you been looking for me?’’ Phantom said, raising into a sitting position, even though Cujo was making it difficult for him.

‘’I’m going to end you!’’ Valerie yelled, pulling out her gun and making sure to aim it at his face and away from the dog in his lap.

‘’I thought we had a truce! What did I do?!’’

‘’YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID.’’

‘’No, I actually don’t!’’

She let her gun disappear back into her suit and angrily knelt beside them. Picking up Cujo from his lap, she turned him around to show Phantom a charred section of fur on his right back leg.

‘’I FOUND SOME SINGED FUR ON CUJO AGAIN. You were playing too harshly with him! again!’’ she put the puppy down, so she could stand up summoning her gun back and aim it at the ghost boy in front of her.

Phantom looked from the gun to her, at Cujo and then back to the gun.

‘’……. Listen in my defense he really likes fetching ectoblasts…’’

‘’He’s gonna be fetching your ectoplasm when I’m done with you! What were you thinking?! He’s not one of your vile rouge buddies! He’s a little puppy! How many times have I told you to be softer with him?!’’

‘’Valerie, with all due respect…That dog can chew off Skulker’s head, he can take a few tiny burns! He doesn’t even react to it!’’ he defended standing up too. He kept his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. ‘’Can’t I just play catch with my own son?’’

Cujo barked from the side.

‘’UgH your SON that you constantly leave with Danny! Apparently you do that so often that he’s more used to Danny’s scent than yours!’’ she yelled irritated.

‘’Uh…I’m a ghost…. I don’t have a scent?’’ he answered, uncertain before nodding to himself. ‘’Yes. Yes! I don’t have… a scent for him to find. Only uh… Only material beings do.’’ he added still unsure and she swore she could hear him mutter something about being a genius.

‘’What.’’

‘’He couldn’t sniff me out and uh… you and Danny are the only humans who have me on speed dial so he thought that was the best next thing. Yes, that’s definitely it.’’

‘’…What.’’

‘’Yeah! It’s true! Totally! So he did good!’’ he motioned to Cujo which made him wag his tail more. ‘’Give him a treat, he deserves it. He’s a good boy!’’

The puppy barked happily.

‘’Yeah, you are!’’ Phantom crouched to coddle Cujo. ‘’Your mother just couldn’t see it! But don’t worry, your cool ass dad always got your back.’’

There he goes again with the family bullshit. Valerie slumped defeated and hid her gun.

‘’Ugh. Stop saying things like that to him, we’re not a family.’’ she groaned.

‘’Well yeah, we’re divorced.’’

‘’We never even dated!’’

‘’As far as you know.’’ he looked up at her with his dumb trademark smirk.

‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ she asked because what the actual fuck did he mean by that.

‘’Nothing!’’ he stood up quickly picking up Cujo to shove him in her arms and woah, did that give her deja vu. ‘’I have to go, can I have a rain check on that ass kicking? I’m very busy right now!’’

‘’Wha- No!’’ she protested trying to keep Cujo from licking her face. ‘’Get back here!’’

‘’Bye Val!’’ he yelled and flew off before she had the time to react. God damn it!

She turned her gaze down to Cujo’s pleading eyes.

‘’Alright.’’ she pulled out a dog treat from a tiny storage in her glove and gave it to Cujo. ‘’You did good baby.’’

She put him down on the ground so he could devour the treat in peace and sighed loudly. Phantom ran off like a little bitch and apparently Cujo couldn’t sniff him out. He would just go to Danny again.

Which reminded her. She still needed to have a talk with that boy. She did trust him not to tell anyone, but she needed to know how he found out in the first place, so she can make sure no one else can find out the same way. She should probably give him a bit of time before she gets Cujo to stalk him out again though.

The puppy had finished his little treat and was now looking at her with those cute red puppy dog eyes. She couldn’t hold back the smile that overtook her face. Whatever. She’ll deal with Danny at school tomorrow. And deal with Phantom whenever she sees him next.

‘’C’mon Cujo. Let’s go home.’’

It was on the way home when a sudden thought hit her.

DID PHANTOM TELL DANNY ABOUT HER IDENTITY THE SAME WAY HE DID WITH HER DAD?

[beanyboobee]

My brain is once again giving me random vanitas no carte fic ideas that I sadly do not have the time to write.

But one such idea is one in a completely alterative world, where the Vampire of the blue moon created their own clan and over time it grew to the point where there are now different fractions in Atlus, The tensions between both sides is still relatively high due to the fear and stigma around the blue moon vampires still existing but it isn't as bad to the point of genocide (At least not anymore).

The story takes place a few decades later, In which Noe Archiviste is made public knowledge, His teacher had found him the same way he had in the canon world, However the difference here is that Comet De Sade kept Noe's existence within the walls of his manor, Only whispers and rumours making it outside, Till one day the Vampiric world practically exploded upon learning there was a surviving Archiviste and one with such strong ties to the De Sade family at that.

It was around this time, Luna, The clan leader of the vampire of the blue moon took in two young boys that became their heirs (The fact that they were human is not known)

Due to both of these events happening at the same time, Paranoia got the best of the vampires, one side paranoid that now the blue moon clan had two heirs which to them proved perhaps the clan was growing in an attempt to gain more control and power.

And the other at the knowledge of an Archiviste still being alive and on the side of the red moon vampires, Despite the fact that Archivistes were neutrals during the time of the human-Vampire war.

This eventually lead to a truce being called and a meeting being held in which it was agreed that to settle the tensions and proof that their actions were not made to hinder either side, There would be a marriage between Noe Archiviste and the older of the blue moon heirs.

After all, To harm one would cause immediate offense to either side, One the student of Comet De Sade and the last remaining Archiviste and the other the only student of the Original vampire of the blue moon, Luna, Though often referred to as Vanitas.

Noe knows about this since it was first announce, so nervously waits around, and prepares for years and when the time for the wedding comes, and he is nervous but excited to meet his spouse, despite the fact marriage to vampires is nearly always based in some sort of power gain and never for actual human reasons, he was excited none the less and to actually get to see outside of his teachers manor walls. Only when he shows up to the ceremony....His spouse.... Is no where to be found.

Turns out his fiancé has 'Skipped town' and now Noe is left to wait till his fiancé eventually returns for the ceremony to actually happen. If he ever returns. Which only makes tensions between the two sides grow more.

All the while learning that perhaps there is more to these tensions then previously thought, After visiting the blue moon clan for the engagement ceremony, It is suggested that perhaps he try and find the other half of the 'book of vanitas' and see for himself it's true nature, as red vampires have tended to demonise it for so long but his brief time in the other territory made him question it.

And so off to Paris he goes! but he gets more then he bargained for when a human with erratic and borderline insane behaviour is the one in charge of the book and demanding Noe help's him out in his 'mission' Not only that but apparently this human is his very estranged fiancé who is busy flirting with another woman right in front of him! Who upon learning who Noe is, becomes suddenly cold and distant!

But it's too late now as the two are hunting curse bearers through Paris and all the while figuring out what it means to be engaged. Over all a dramatic but comedic fanfiction Au, With a sprinkle of political intrigue and ALOTT of frustrating will they wont they moments, and the occasional "You're my! fiancé!" thrown in there when the mood strikes, despite Noe accepting that he never expecting Vanitas to actually care for the title as well... in Atlus Fiancé is nothing more then a title, a tie. So still juicy bits of angst sewn in.

[coolingrosa]

Can you elaborate on your interpretation of canon ink being a level 2 of support?/genq

Level 2 support usually requires more supervision and assistance with tasks. It doesn’t mean everyone on the level 2 support spectrum would be requiring support all the time, but rather may need it for different situations or at least need to live with another to keep them stable. While they can still live their life on their own, they may struggle with immense social cues, repetitive tasks, and diving too deep into their special interests rather than focusing on the life around them.

I see canon Ink on this side of the spectrum bc I believe his job is his special interest. And due to the fact that a lot of people don’t tend to get along with him in his canon, and he puts his special interest above the friends he DOES have. it definitely gives me the vibes that he’s on level two support. Of course, he is an adult, so he’s still capable of caring for himself and basically to teach him to do so. However, with his family interactions, it’s very clear he never DID get that support. He has a hard time keeping his job to himself and tend to info dump at random about different aus. He’s also easily swayed WITH his special interest. Underverse definitely isn’t canon, but I do know Jakei spoke with the Undertale creators to make sure some actions were correct, and Comyet has said most of Underverse Ink is accurate. Him being manipulated by XGaster using his special interest, something he relies his whole existence on and is incomplete without, is also good evidence. Hell, in the truce prologue we see that Ink isn’t dying. Nobody is creating any more, of course, but he’s alive and he’s still able to have his vials.

But because nobody is making anything new, he feels incomplete and freaks out and makes decisions and choices he normally would never.

Ink definitely needs emotional support and regulation as he’s capable of having breakdowns that are also linked to his trauma that will cause him to shut down. But he will also have meltdowns if too many AUS get destroyed under his watch and will either throw up (which is funny to some but to me has always SCREAMED horrible anxiety disorder) or will hyperfixate on fixing it or freak out. Having to deal with these emotions on his own, never being taught that him never being able to sit still when freaked out is him craving stimming to regulate, never having anyone to lean on to help him deal with it, and also making reckless decisions he’s ultimately regrets later out of panic are all reasons he needs support.

And support does not always mean medical help. The Star Sanses living with him and making sure he eats and keeps a routine and stays on track is support. Him having Dream and Swap to help him during his meltdowns or to join him when he leaves the house to get stuff done is support. Him having them around so he doesn’t do anything reckless or make bad choices is support. I don’t think Ink would benefit from medical attention as not all people do. Sometimes they just need people in their life to understand them and help them through the struggles of life so they can have that to fall back on if coping on their own comes up short.

But bc he NEEDS this support to truly thrive, and without them, will likely fall to pieces and never eat, make bad choices, have multiple meltdowns on his own, and also not be able to stick to a solid routine is why I think he’s support two. He does need somebody keeping an eye on him and helping. Letting him do his own thing, of course, since he is an adult, but also there just in case and in the background while he does his life.