#Something else happened in the dream. After it switched to the little house on the mountain

[radio-charlie]

Markedly strange dream given to me. Need to get it out before falling asleep again. I am worried I will forget it. It feels significant

I am in a house. Two strange people have been assigned my guardians. There is something I can do to warp myself into a different universe. But doing this invites ire. They do not want me to leave. They are not benevolent presences

The dream switches to a world so idyllic it looks like a video game made for fans of animal crossing and harvest moon. It's a cozier house now. I am a kid with a number of siblings, we live in that house with our two parents. The dreams details are slipping away from me as I write. Please bear w me if messy

Something is very wrong. Nobody will tell me what. My siblings do not sound like people w real personalities. They and our guardians talk like ppl reading from scripts. The only time the script appears broken is when I ask questions like, can I just go out of the house and wander around? There's an area next to us that appears under construction, are we getting new neighbors? (the answer: it's going to be a new recreational area with things to do. this question evoked a worried and stunned look and a bit of a pause before the answer)

To the first question, the answer was yes, so I walked down the mountain our house was on to a very cute little port area tucked within a bay. There, I was subjected to a weird test where I had to put both my index fingers on a gadget and try to light a bulb with my thoughts. When I first touched it and almost by accident, a bright light came out. After that, earnest attempts produced only a faint light at best. One of the people surveying the test was someone I know who's very involved in US intelligence shit in foreign waters.

I was sent away and ended up in a party by the sea. It was already getting dark by then. After almost getting sexually assaulted at the party, something said: I will protect you. And I was all of a sudden back at the house. It was a new day.

Except now there was a new rule. And it was made out to always have been there. We, the children, were no longer allowed to wander freely. There seemed to be an 11pm curfew. I was talking to one of my guardians when something weird happened. Heard a man's voice, then the voice said no! Stop! Don't let him do this, it's messing up the dream

And then I'm shown a terrible script. It's a bunch of lines that are meant to be fed into my brain as I'm unconscious. Some are meant to elicit a conversation w my mind while I cannot control it. Others look like they are meant to implant bad things

I notice that I have shrunk in stature in the house, and am now the same cute little chibi size as my siblings. Our cartoony shoes are arranged in a messy row in the foyer. Desperate to escape the dream before something happens, i begin violently slashing at the guardian i'm talking to. The voice of the man who'd been speaking earlier falls silent, even though i'd been hoping for him to protest to indicate that i was doing something that would break the dream. I end up slashing at our other guardian too. They break up into glitched out pieces. I then wake up

Overall the dream was frightening. If I recall correctly, all throughout it something would tell me that there is no escape. "There is no escape so why not let us make it nice for you here? We can make it so nice. Don't mess it up"

I do not consent. My dreams, like the rest of my life, are my own

[cas-spirit]

Have some of my utmv headcannons

Dreamtale is, in universe, called ‘The Tale of Emotions’. Over time, however, It got ‘Killertale’d. This upsets both twins, but there’s an infinite number of au’s with an infinite number of people. Everyone close to the twins, however, calls it the correct name.

While everyone in the multiverse went from calling it ‘The Tale of Emotions’ to ‘Dreamtale’, Ink originally called it ‘Dreamtale’, because that’s what the creators called it. He switched after realizing how upset it made Dream.

After leaving his AU, goopy 6 year old Nightmare wanted to establish himself as the scariest, most dangerous threat in the multiverse. So he followed around Error, the most dangerous threat in the multiverse. Error had a dad arc.

Ink and Error are best friends.

Error’s goal to destroy the multiverse is impossible (that’s canon, I just think it’s really cool). It’s a sunk cost fallacy, which is when you invest so much into something, you can’t stop, or else why for you waste so much?

Ink knows that too. He’ll sometimes fight Error if the au is pretty new, and because he knows their fights inspire creators. Most of the time, however, he leaves Error be. After all, who are they to intrude on Error’s story?

Most AUs fall because they’ve been forgotten. They crumble like a dry, dead leaf, which is when Core Frisk gets monsters out and into the Omega Timeline.

When a creator destroys their own AU, everyone in universe forgets that the AU existed in the first place, Gaster style. The only ones that remember are Ink and Error because they’re both connected to the creators. (For example, Fell knows he’s missing a drinking buddy, but only Ink and Error know that was Flowerfell Sans, or anything about Flowerfell in the first place)

Error and Ink are both Aroace.

The multiverse just… pops shipkids into existence. Most of the time, the parents aren’t even together. (Fr though, why are all ship kid’s origins that their parents are terrible and abusive? I thought we all liked these funky skeletons?)

Ink loves the shipkids. He views them as precious gifts from the creators and takes very good care of them. He’s almost the multiverse’s CPS. Any and all of his kids are absolutely and undeniably loved.

All the Swap universe Sanses know eachother. They take turns having a training day/movie night sleepover in the others AU’s and consider each other cousins.

Blueberry is Swap’s kid.

The Fell brothers are friends with Dust and Horror. They want to fight Horrortale Undyne so bad. They had to be stopped multiple times.

Classic, Red, Swap, and Horror because a friend group after Swap and Horror had began fighting with/for Dream and Nightmare. It was awkward at first, but Swap was determined to make Horror his friend.

Ink didn’t really have a house until he met Dream. When the 6 year old broke out of stone, Ink brought him to his Dad’s house for a few days while he made a home in the doodleshpere for them. Ink had his first father arc of many.

Geno, Error, Fatal Error, and Fresh are siblings.

Geno and Dream friendship my beloved.

Geno has been asked to babysit both Dream and Nightmare at the same time before. It was always very awkward, but no fights broke out (thankfully).

Outer is the youngest Sans. (In the og Undertale, they say all kids wear stripes, and Outertale Sans does wear stripes.) He’s still an adult, and the big brother, he’s just a little bit younger than most other Sanses.

Whether or not an AU has the events of Undertale Yellow is it’s past is entirely random. Most things that happen before Frisk falls down are.

Ink has the ability to look at other multiverses. He just dislikes doing it because other Ink’s unsettle him a bit. He did once, however, because Dream asked him if he and his brother were destined to fight in every universe. Ink chose not to answer.

Despite their being an infinite number of Underswaps, everyone knows the same Swap. Blueberry has, like, a hundred babysitters.

There are a few bittybones aus. Ink has a very firm stance that no one touches them because so many creators go into bitty aus/interact directly with them.

Every story that involves the outcodes on a non multiverse scale is its own AU within the multiverse. (For example, Seabound Souls is it’s own AU, as it’s not on a multiversal scale)

The end of the multiverse is kind of like far lands in Minecraft. It’s a wall with many large, traversable holes in it. The reason people don’t tend to go into other multiverses is just how big of a distance any AU is to the multiverse boarder. If someone did manage to go that distance, however, nothing really stops them from going into another multiverse.

[holylulusworld]

Dreams of sharp teeth - Halloween

This story was written for @viking-raider's HALLOWEEN-KINKTOBER CHALLENGE. 🎃

This story was also written for @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖔 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜’𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 - I used the following tropes:

An unwanted houseguest

Power outage

A string of unexplained deaths

Summary: People disappear in your sleepy town.

Work Name/Title: Dreams of sharp teeth

Author: Holylulusworld

Fandom: Henry Cavill (MI & Night hunter)

Ship: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Square filled for @halloweenhorrorbingo: Square 3: Wouldn't even harm a fly.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween was always special to you. The costumes, carving pumpkins, and watching scary movies with your boyfriend.

Sadly, you are not allowed to leave your house tonight to watch the kids raid candy and have a few drinks with your friends. 

A string of unexplained deaths keeps people in your sleepy little town awake. It’s not unusual for people to die or get killed in accidents. But these days, people disappear and never get found. 

The few that got found were missing something important. Their hearts. That’s very unusual and concerning. Especially when the worst crime ever happening in your sleepy towns was when a few teenagers stole a car and crashed it. 

Your boyfriend is somewhere across the country, and you are alone in the empty house, feeling a little under the weather as you caught a cold from one of the kids at the local library where you’re working at.

It feels like the hours passed by in a blink, and dusk falls soon after you dragged yourself out of bed. You yawn and try to get your legs to obey. 

It’s a struggle but you manage to walk inside the kitchen to make some coffee.

You hate the dark liquid, but you are scared to fall asleep since the killings started - like everyone else in town. If only you can stay awake until dawn, the nightmares will go away.

The monotone noise the coffee brewer makes lures you into sleep again. Your eyes feel heavy, and you yawn once again. “I need to stay awake,” you remind yourself as you remember the dream you had last night.

Teeth - sharp and deadly haunt your dreams. And voices. Deep voice luring you in, calling for you in the darkness. They say your name and promise a life beyond your imagination.

Watching the coffee run into the cup you sigh. If only you could sleep for a few hours. It’s all you want and need. Your migraine is getting worse with every hour you force yourself to stay awake and you are so tired it’s painful.

“Just a few more hours,” you take a large sip of the bitter brew. “Hang on, Y/N. The curfew will be over soon. They will hunt the wolves killing the people in town down, and you can go back to your normal life.”

You chuckle as you realize that you tend to talk to yourself lately. With no one around, and no chance to leave the house, you are stuck here with too many thoughts running through your mind.

Maybe watching a movie will take your mind off the current situation in your town. You walk back inside your living room, searching for the remote control to switch the TV on. As you plop down onto the sofa, you groan as your bad knee cracks again.

“You’re getting old, Y/N,” you chuckle to yourself. “That’s payback for all the times you made fun of your mother for complaining about her age, and the little aches and pains that come with it.”

You take another sip of your coffee and switch to another channel. Horror movies are out of the question. The horror you experience in your dreams is enough. 

Switching channels, you try to find anything else to watch but a horror movie. You sigh, as you end up watching a talk show. 

Between sipping at the unwanted coffee and watching nonsense on TV you try not to fall asleep. Eyes trained on the tv you try to follow the conversation going on between the host and their guests. It’s boring but distracts you from the nightmare you had.

“It’s not that bad,” you lie to yourself while listening to the show. You are about to laugh about something the host said when the TV turns black. “NO!” All the lights go out, and you are sitting in darkness. 

Not another power outage. That’s the last thing you need right now. Fear grips your heart hearing noise come from outside your house. You grab your phone and run toward the front door to double-check if you locked it.

It’s locked, and you feel a little safer. Next is the back door, and all the windows. You almost run upstairs to check on your bedroom window, only to find it closed too.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” you tell yourself once again. It’s hard to remain calm while people in town disappear, and die, though. “Relax. This is only another power outage. Nothing will happen to you.”

It doesn’t matter that your doors are locked. You walk back inside the kitchen and get the biggest knife you own. Your boyfriend will call you paranoid or crazy when he comes back, but you don’t care.

Better safe than sorry.

You walk back upstairs when someone knocks at your door. It’s in the dead of the night, and you don’t want to open the door. 

But what if one of your neighbors is in trouble? 

Maybe Mrs. Sinclair, a widow who can barely walk. Or Annie, from three houses down, a nurse with a heart of gold. You cannot ignore them, not if someone is in trouble.

Turning back around, the knife still in your hands you silently walk down the stairs. You’re a good neighbor, but you don’t want whoever is standing in front of your door to know that you are at home.

You look through the peephole, frowning because you can’t see shit.

“Hi, miss. I’m Walter from across the street. Your new neighbor. I mean we moved to town some months ago, but I wasn’t around much lately.”

“Walter,” you whisper and try to remember the people who moved into the only vacant house in your neighborhood.

“Walter Marshall, miss. I was checking on the neighbors if anyone needs help,” he says. “I’m with the police.”

“I locked the doors, and my boyfriend is here with me,” you don’t know why you lie to Walter, but you do. “He checks the windows. We are good, really.”

He chuckles darkly, and you step away from the door. “Sweetie, we both know you are all alone. I can hear your heart racing and smell your fear.”

Smell your fear? How’s that even possible?

You only know one thing for sure - that you won’t open the door for him. No matter what. You step backward, almost knocking the small coffee table next to your couch over as he knocks again. 

“Sweetie, open the door. It will make things so much easier for you and us.”

“Go away,” you shiver as he knocks again, louder this time. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t,” he almost sounds sorry. “Y/N, you are not having a cold. Didn’t you ask yourself why so many people died after you got scratched by the kid in the library?”

You shake your head. How can he know about the incident and your cold?

“We know because we were there that day,” another voice says. You feel his hands on you, holding your trembling body in a tight grip. His strong arms wrap around your body. “Let us help you before you hurt more people. It’s not your fault. We should’ve been there to guide you through this.”

“August, go easy on her. She doesn’t know,” your eyes widen when the front door opens. You are sure you locked it and now your neighbor invades your home. “Hold her tight, we need to bring her to the basement before the moon rises again. She cannot control her powers yet.”

“What do you want? Let me go! Now,” you grow and snarl in Walter’s direction. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. “I’ll kill you.”

“I know you are confused,” August whispers in your ear. “But you need to listen to us. The kid that bit you wasn’t a normal child. It was our cousin’s boy and a werewolf. He cannot control his instinct.”

“He’s a good boy. Usually, he wouldn't even harm a fly. But the full moon was close, and you tried to take the book out of his hands. We are sorry, but you are one of us now,” Walter steps closer to cup your face. “You need to come with us before you hurt more people.”

“So far, we were able to cover your attacks. If you run around town and attack more people, they will find out about our secret, and we cannot let this happen.”

“I don’t…understand. I was at the library and then I…” you frown. “I lost track of time. My boyfriend…I need to call him. I…”

“Sweetie,” Walter tries to calm you. Your eyes glow, and you snap your teeth in his direction. “This is going to be hard to stomach but...”

August holds you a little tighter before he says, “He was your first victim…”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is the end of this year's kinktober.

Tags in reblog.

[jahnavisurenda-21]

Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Stress Relief

Take a deep breath, before you yell at some poor face who just happens to have the misfortune to walking in to one of your days, where everything seems to be going south.

This seemed to have taken one of the most bizarre turns you could have ever imagined, you had no idea why you had agreed to such a trivial, petty matter.

Oh! Now you remember it was Charlie, who had clasped your hand looked at you with the doe eyes which reminded you of some of the Korean shows you watched as a teen and young adult.

You would admire the eye makeup, the most because once your dad who had been a makeup artist had told his philosophy of makeup to look absolutely flawless, the eyes and lips should be standing out the most.

Totally irrelevant, you didn't understand the point of recalling this faint memory of your dad. You wished you could just go back to your suburban house, in the mountainside feel the spring flowers touch your skin again, you can't believe you once hated them.

Well, you always, miss what you once never cherished and lost.

"Coming this far, can't believe all the messed-up hotel mess is on Y/n." Angel dust once told Alastor, "The civil examinations study there and study even after your dead!"

"A what now?" Alastor questioned, "Oh! you didn't know? Not very bad now, are you?" Niffty asked, climbing on Alastor.

"What exams?" Alastor had asked once again, pushing Niffty from his shoulder,

"You always are the last person to know about anything are you? Don't you have like special powers or something which you can spy on anyone?"

Alastor looked at them like he was just about to lose his smiling grin, but of course smile is the best makeup.

"So, you know right Heaven is facing some economical crisis they spent so much time providing the 'perfect after life' guess the angels forgot money doesn't exactly grow on trees." Angel said sarcastically. But some hints of satisfaction could be made out.

"How exactly is this related to Y/n now?"

"You seriously don't know anything." Vaggie interjected, "When you had mysteriously run of in one of your 'expeditions' Adam the asshole came to the hotel, not for the execution apparently in the weekly magazine or something in heaven there was about a mysterious economist, or a business manager who was really good at managing expenses and could stabilize the afterlife."

"Well that turned out nicely did it not?"

"Ugh!" Vaggie hit her head, "No you egocentric, piece of shi--"

"Don't try that with me." Alastor warned,

"Yeah yeah she's really good." Angel finished, "It was tracked to Y/n, now heaven knows that Y/n is still choosing to be in hell, Now they want her there in heaven."

"To help them manage there life."

"Y/n has to write a civil exam the hardest one, or else they would attack the hotel."

"Well they don't know who they are messing with."

You sniffled, "Can't do this anymore." You murmured, "Want to die."

"Now my dear, is that a word you should use when you are literally saving the hotel?" Alastor appeared like the shadow, like always.

"Alastor?" You slowly poked your head from the blanket, "Why dear you're a mess!" Alastor said moving next to you on the bed,

"Can I put my head on your lap?" You asked, he nodded cheerfully.

"So why did you agree to this my dear?"

"I didn't want to fail everyone the extermination is already scheduled earlier than expected I didn't want to crush Charlie's dream."

"You're working really hard, without sleeping, isn't that concerning? It's concerning me."

"Thank god your here!" You said,

Alastor put a hand on your tear-stained cheeks.

"It's time for a little rest. Dear."

"I can't the exam is in three more days I think, I don't know how time works in hell."

"If That Adam guy keeps bothering you, I'll just remind him why I am here."

You laughed, "I'm sure you will."

You kissed his cheek, "Thank you."

"Never forget to smile my dear, and now take care."

He switched of the lights, and saw you instantly hold him close before cuddling up to him, he really knew how to make you loosen up a bit.

[dp-marvel94]

I just finished your cat acquisition portal au fix and I loved it! Missy my beloved. I can't help but imagine Danny instinctively going invisible and intangible out of sheer 'oh shit' at the end, which would NOT make either of them more calm. Ahdjfkf I also read the end note and I think I speak for everyone in that we would LOVE to hear your deranged ideas <3

This is in reference to this story, An unconventional way to get a cat.

Thanks for sending the ask! Missy really is the best girl. I can definitely see Danny turning invisible and intangible and freaking Jazz out even more. XD

Okay, so you asked for more details so get ready. This is going to be a ride. 😅

Fic below the cut, featuring my favorite: spilt Danny. And Danny literally becoming the ghost portal? About 3k words

So right at the end, something bigger than anything else he’d felt so far came through the portal but disappeared, right? There was a big flash of light as the ghost portal opened through him, and Danny was a ghost. He and Jazz both freak out about this, thinking he finally actually died. Then he turns human with another flash of light. And he’s back to normal, except with a weird ghost that looks just like him laying on the floor, very confused and disoriented.

Que more freaking out. The ghost runs off, just as freaked out as Danny and Jazz. The two siblings throw out a lot of ideas about what just happened. Maybe the weird ghost is some kind of shape shifter? They have no idea and no way to find out. They definitely are not telling their parents. And how are they supposed to go after the ghost? So they just… try to move on, try to find a way to stop Danny throwing his guts out, and enjoy some kitty cuddles.

Having a ghost that looks just like him flying around the town is weird for Danny, though. He has weird dreams, as if he’s seeing Amity Park from above. Weird, random feelings. Thoughts that echo, that feel not quite like his own but somehow unquestioningly are. And… memories of green swirling clouds and purple doors. Danny feels… strange. He’s felt weird since the accident but this is something else. An invisible line connecting him to… something. The feeling that something is missing.

Danny ends up hacking up more ghost animals, even some humanoid ghosts. He gets weird dreams of fighting ghosts… even when he’s awake. School starts and he inevitably has to tell Sam and Tucker. The trio encounter the Lunch Lady, and Danny’s weird ghostly double. Looking at the ghost boy is very strange. It kinda makes his head hurt, like he’s staring in a funhouse mirror. And Danny has an uneasy feeling that the dreams he’s been having aren’t quite dreams.

Things get even more strange when Danny blinks and finds himself floating above Amity Park. He… can’t snap himself back to his body. Shocked, he’s actually here, floating in the air. Like… just before his look alike showed up. Did the ghost possess him (semi-possess?) him again? That must have been what happened then. The ghost came through, immediately overshadowed him and then got thrown out. Except Danny has control of his body and there isn’t another voice in his head (at least not anymore than normal). He manages to fly back to his house. To find himself freaking out in his room.

So apparently the ghost switched bodies with him. And the ghost, Phantom, is no help. He has no idea what is happening. He doesn’t even know who he is. All he remembers is floating on the other side of the portal, guarding it. One day there had been a pain, a green flash and he’d been in the Zone in front of the ghost portal and he knew it was his job to guard it. He wasn’t very good at it though. Ghost animals kept coming through and… it was calling him. Or maybe something on the other side was. But he just knew he had to come through. So he touched the rift and found himself in the human world. That weird…possession was crazy but when their body turned warm and human, he was just Phantom again. 

This answers very little. Eventually the two switch back. The memory, thought, and emotion sharing is even more intense now. The two keep switching places. Danny fights the ghost in Phantom’s place. The ghost gets an… oddly familiar taste of Danny Fenton’s life. And inevitably, the two bond, forming an odd friendship through their efforts to hide their weirdness from the Fenton parents and the town as a whole. They find they have a lot in common too. Phantom loves puns as much as Danny does. The human boy’s love of the stars is as great as his ghostly friend’s. Music, books, movies, games. They squeeze so many shared interests into the quieter moments. Sometimes they but-heads because of how similar they are but… overall Danny is happy. Phantom feels like the brother he never had. Maybe the ghost is his twin that he absorbed in the womb. Maybe he’s just a random ghost that he was lucky enough to meet. Either way, it’s nice to have met him.

But, things are not all good. The portal is getting worse. More ghosts are coming through. More fights, worse injuries. Phantom’s powers are growing, including new, hard to control ice powers. And the portal feels colder too. Danny can feel it swirling. He can feel the tenderals spreading, wrapping around his bones and organs. It… shines through his skin. He can see it, a ball of neon green below his ribs. It flashes bigger, blinding him when it opens. And… each time, the spot of light is a little bigger.

One morning, Danny wakes up to a tingling feeling on his skin. Like the occasional invisibility and intangibility he experiences when he’s Phantom but… it's pervasive, spreading from his stomach to the surface. He lifts his shirt and… the portal is there. On his skin? In his skin? Above his skin? It does not make any sense but it is there, bound to him and visible. The size of his fist, it swirls below his rib cage. He brushes it with a finger and… it is like touching his own skin. At the same time, it is like brushing cold mist. His hand sinks in, not intangible but like sticking his hand in a bucket. And he shivers. He can feel it, the cold atmosphere of the Realms on his hand… and the portal swirling around his wrist. He feels the mist brushing the hand and his mist brushing the hand. Like he is  both hand and mist.

Danny rips his hand out, as if he has been burned. Horror sinks into him. What is happening to him?

The switching keeps happening and the portal keeps growing. And Danny is scared. He hides it from his friends and sister. At first, it’s not that hard. A shirt is enough to cover the swirling gate below his ribs. But it spreads onto his shoulder, below his belly button. He switches to long shirts and hoodies. He is nervous and on edge, avoiding his friends, changing the subject whenever Jazz asks what’s wrong.

But there is no hiding from Phantom. Not when half the time Danny’s body is his. The ghost is oddly quiet about the problem. Sometimes Danny catches the ghost looking at him, brow furrowed with thought. Phantom is closing off, acting more distant.

But Danny can barely notice as the dread turns to terror. His heart races, he can’t sleep, can’t eat. Every minute, he can feel the portal getting bigger. He can feel it eating at his insides, invading them, turning them to ice and mist and evaporating them. He can feel it grow and tear, lashing out to replace and pull apart. And it doesn’t even hurt. It should hurt. Being unmade, being changed should hurt. A part of Danny wants it to hurt. The portal is killing him. In the end, it will destroy him. And he doesn’t want to die. Or… 

A much worse possibility screams at the back of his mind, in the way he feels his shirt above the portal entrance, can feel small ghosts flitting through. Mutation, transformation, horrible violating change….

Down in the empty portal one night, Danny cries alone. All this struggling, all this hiding and for what? He really is going to die down here, where he should have all those months ago. The portal has spread to just above his knees, to his elbows. He can barely stand, barely walk now. He can’t fill his fingers. But he can feel it, every inch. The portal is killing him, tearing him apart. It pulses, ready for release. And part of him wants to give in but… his friends and sister. Phantom, his precious double. This would be giving up, leaving them. But… he can’t do this, can’t keep fighting forever.

“Danny!” Phantom is there, kneeling in front of him.

The human (Is ever human anymore, with this.. thing parasitizing his body?) blinks, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“You can’t give up.”

Danny hears the words but… it’s too much. “I’m… I’m scared.” He cries. Just moments ago, he wanted to let the portal rip him apart. Dying was terrifying. But… “I can’t… I can’t keep fighting it. I…” A flash of cold. Danny feels the green claw up his neck. “It’s going to rip me apart. It’s going to kill me, really kill me this time. But…” He hiccups, the sound part cry, part laugh. “What if I don’t die? What if…” A tendril curls passed his knee, half way down his calf. “I can feel it, the portal. I can feel it like… like it’s my own skin. What if it… it destroys me but I… I’m still…”

He can’t force out the words, not with the cold tickling his throat, with the tears drowning his voice. But the thought…. What if the portal destroys his body but he still exists? What if it breaks out of his fragile human body and becomes him? What if he becomes it? The un-living gate between worlds, trapped in his cage of metal. Without sight or sound, just… his thoughts and the ghosts swimming through him forever.

“You won’t be trapped.” 

That… is not what Danny expected Phantom to say. He opens his eyes, tears cutting off in his shock. “What?”

The ghost shakes his head. “I figured it out. Why the accident made me, why you called me through.”

“I don’t understand.”

“We really should have figured it out months ago. The shared memories was a big hint. And the switching bodies.” He rolls his eyes. 

“What are-”

Phantom takes his hands. “You are the portal. There’s no denying it now. It’s part of you. It is you.”

“No.” Pure despair. The word echoes, more thought and emotion that sound, Danny’s throat replaced by the green. 

It’s true then. A few more minutes and he’ll be nothing more than a cloud of mist, hanging in the frame. At least he’ll get to say goodbye-

“Stop that.” Phantom reprimands. “This isn’t the end. You’ll survive this.” 

Danny narrows his eyes. He appreciates the attempt at comfort but it was too late for comforting lies. Even if he wouldn’t die, this is still the end.

The ghost points up the stairs. “You will walk up their stairs in a few minutes and go to bed. You’ll go to school on Monday and the Nasty Burger and bug Jazz and…” Phantom is crying now too. “We’ll… we’ll do it together.”

Danny feels it, Phantom means every word. He is so sure but-

“I’m your ghost. I’m your ghost, Danny.” The ghost boy shrugs, eyes glistening with tears. “I always have been. Your accident made me. You made me. You called me through the gate. You made me, an echo, your friend. And now…” He sniffled, a soft smile blooming. “I’m… I’m becoming something more.”

Hands still clasps, Phantom brings one of Danny’s to his hazmat suited chest. The still-flesh fingers feel and… 

“That’s… that’s impossible.” Danny’s eyes widened awed. There under his hand, in Phantom’s chest is a heart beat.

“Is it really?” The ghost raises one eyebrow.

“Yes! You’re a ghost. This is…” Danny trails off. No, of course, it’s not impossible. He’s becoming a ghost portal and Phantom… “Why are you telling me this?” His mind whirls. He imagines, Phantom as a human. Like so many times before, laying in his bed, doing his homework, going to school, hanging out with his friends. Danny can’t help but smile. The thought of his fading away and Phantom taking his life, the tastes he’d loved so much becoming real…

“No. I said… I said we’d go up those stairs together.” Desperation in Phantom’s voice.

Danny blinks. He does not understand. 

“When I first came through the portal, and we shared a body and mind. It only lasted for a few seconds but…”

Dread, excitement, anticipation bubble in what once was Danny’s stomach. In Phantom’s chest he can feel his, their heart pounding. “But…. Phantom, what happens to you if that… if… if we…”

The ghost shakes his head. “We’ve always been a step from being the same person. I think…. We’d finally fall into step.”

They’d fall into step… 

The portal pulses, his arms and legs consumed. 

“I’ve always been you.” Phantom says. “And you… you’ve felt it too, the link between us. We’re intertwined.”

The ghost is… right. Of course he is. Danny feels it in Phantom’s bones. The tip of his nose disappears…

Fear on Phantom’s face. “What matters is…. Not matter what happens to me, you won’t be trapped in the frame. I…” The ghost steels his face. “I wouldn’t take your life without you in it. Go back up those stairs with me.”

Danny stares for a long moment. He is just a pair of eyes now, two hands, and two feet. The pleading, the desperation in Phantom…. His other self’s eyes. “O… okay.”

The boy-who-was-a-portal pulls his ghost into a hug. His portal self pulses, straining to fill its proper shape. The last of his mortality in ghostly hands… the two fragmented minds intertwine. Ghost and human and something all together other fall into the weave. Danny releases.

The portal explodes out, a supernova of force. Yet contained by its mind. The green mist coalesses, filling the metal machine made by his parent’s hands. The gateway becomes and the new born halfa inside floats out.

The halfa blinks for a long moment, staring at the portal, his other body. A gloved hand over his chest, heart and core intertwined. Ghostly chill in his veins and human warmth.

He breathes out and… laughs with relief. His portal self pulses with mirth, mist curling. 

“I’m… I’m alive. That worked. Danny… Phantom… we did it.”

He is a ghost and he is alive. He is a gateway and he is a boy. He is Danny and he is Phantom. And he is whole.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So yeah, yall know how much I love split Danny so this idea was born out of that love. If you’ve read my other words, you’ll probably notice some thematic similarities to Face to Face, hence why I never wrote this despite coming up with this idea first. Seriously, I was daydreaming about this fic while I was in grad school and supposed to be paying attention in the lecture I was TAing. 😅

The portal consuming Danny’s physical body was an interesting idea which came from free story I read on Kindle years ago. It was either a one off short story or in an anthology but I had not luck finding it. It was about a man who got a case of cancerous pocket dimension. Basically, this pocket of space appeared on his stomach and grew like a cancer, eventually destroying him. It was sad, about his wrestling with his impending death and leaving his daughter behind. About how his new part of space was being created with his life and yet he would not live to see it. He was not becoming the space, no part of his consciousness would stay. And yet, the planet that was visible through the spot, a new planet in a whole new universe, which he told his daughter about and showed her to her amazement, was named after her. A part of him did survive. 

I swear the story was a lot more poignant that my explanation and I really wish I could find it but I’m having no luck. 😭

Anyway, thanks for pushing me into writing this. Feel free to tell me what you think!

[lovekz]

only you

syn -> you believe you and ran aren't great together, and he respects your decision to the best of his abilities.

warnings : breakups, angst-fluff, ran is a mess

-

it's a summer wake up at the haitani's big old house, and everyone is laying on the roof watching the sunrise.

it happens at the end of the school year, when school is finally over and summer is getting ready to begin.

every year since middle school, it switched from izana's home, to shion's, to yours, to kokonoi's, then the haitani's.

it's mainly been izana and the haitani's though, as they have the bigger houses.

but you lay on the roofs with tired smiles, staying up all night to watch the sun set and rise.

you all finally graduated high school, applied to dream colleges and researched dream jobs.

it was a new start, and all of you were excited to pursue your dreams.

everything has changed, opening everyone's eyes to the future that was coming by tomorrow.

ran had cut his hair really short, kakucho grew out his own, shion took out his crazy piercings, and you had even changed your style a bit.

izana had only started tying his hair back and rindou cut his into a mullet for the 'trend' (it grew on him).

it was so different but normal it a way. ran didn't want it to change.

right now, there was a blunt in rotation, now being held at the other side of the roof.

you laid next to your long time boyfriend, ran, under his blanket, looking at the sun.

occasionally, he'd look over at you and kiss your hand just to wake himself up even a little bit.

izana and rindou had began laughing at something ran didn't catch onto, though everyone else did.

he laughed along with them anyways, only because shion's ragged laugh always doing it for him.

"ran, we should break up." you airily say out of the blue, not making eye contact with ran.

ran doesn't respond, just tucks his hands under his back to push himself up a bit.

it's a good while before he says anything, and you believe it's because he was thinking about the idea.

but in reality, it made ran's whole future crash.

everything he believed he had and wanted to do seemed to have little question marks around them, and a blurry face was there.

it used to be yours, you made up his whole world.

but you wanted out.

"why?" ran questions, holding the hurt in the back of his throat and itching his leg away from you.

and the response was horrid to him.

you had merely shrugged at him, pursing your lips and closing your eyes in thought.

ran took a little glance at you, and for some reason you were even more beautiful than before.

was it because you weren't his anymore?

you speak before him though, opening your eyes and looking at him.

he only knows because he feels a certain way when it's you staring at him, from the side or even in front of him.

"we've been with each other forever, ran. wouldn't you want to meet other people?" you bring up, looking at him.

ran doesn't know what to say to that.

he's got a hundred things going through his mind right now, and none of them are 'please stay' exactly.

why do you want to leave exactly? what made you think like that?

how long have you thought about asking him this to have such a straight forward response?

but he doesn't voice his concerns to you because at the end of the day..

you don't owe him an explanation.

so ran nods, and accepts it.

his heart aches at the fact that he'll have to see you for the rest of the time that you're here.

-

ran doesn't see you for another 2-3 years after you leave his house.

he's almost finished college, and doing really good academically.

mentally? not so great.

ran grew his hair back out, eats much less and drinks more water, keeps his room clean when rindou tells him to, and smoked two times the amount he used to.

he doesn't sleep, and when he does, he dreams of you and how happy the two of you were together.

he wakes up crying after that, so he tries to stay up as much as possible.

his hair goes back to how it was before it was cut, because hair supposedly holds memories.

ran doesn't want to forget you, ever.

he tries to reach out by texting and calling, but you never respond and you never answer.

it hurts, but he knows you're probably healing just like he's trying to.

or well, he thought so.

rindou holds a surprise party for him when the two find out he’s graduating early.

he got his undergraduate bachelors in psychology and mental health with flying colors.

so who wouldn’t surprise their older brother with his favorite alcohol and his favorite people?

obviously rindou didn’t get the memo.

-

ran walks into the house holding his fresh bread and keys.

rindou told him go out really quick so he could make the two sandwiches, and ran complied.

he doesn’t walk with his phone anymore, doesn’t think it really makes a difference.

but he walks with a airtag, just in case rindou ‘mothers’ too much for a moment.

it’s funny, he remembers being in rindou’s place and rindou being in his.

only difference? rindou wasn’t as disturbed as ran was now.

he manages to get the door open, with a bit more struggle, but it’s open.

shuffling around the house starts, and ran can only assume rindou was in his room trying to rub one out while he was gone.

ran doesn’t chuckle at the thought like he usually would, just blinks and makes his way to the kitchen in darkness.

the shuffling doesn’t bother him a bit.

he places the bread onto the counter and suddenly the lights are on.

people begin to scream in his face, standing around the counter and the tables.

he recognizes some, recognizes most, and not so much of others.

there’s a banner that reads ‘did it in three, congrats!’ over the doorway.

“thank you.” ran says, forcing a smile on his face as he looks at everyone.

he knows it doesn’t sound genuine, and it doesn’t sound nice, but it’s the best he could muster up.

the attention is all on him, but he feels like he needs to throw up.

and his making a face, so rindou is tugging him off to some empty room.

“are you drunk? or high? …both?” rindou asks, tilting his head to the side.

and for once, ran has been sober all day.

he’s unsure why, but it’s probably why his thoughts have been so fucking loud.

ran shakes his head, leaning against the wall with a frown.

rindou studies the look, and doesn’t know what to make out of it.

he knows his brother has been like this for a while, and he’s spoken to him many times.

he’s even gone as far as to speaking with his personal therapist to see if he should get ran one himself.

but ran has always refused to, and you can’t give someone help if they don’t want it.

so all he could do is watch.

but he doesn’t wanna watch anymore, he’s worried.

“ran what’s going on? is this over-“ “please stop talking.” ran cuts him off immediately.

the words are absent, and rindou doesn’t know if he’s talking to him or someone else.

not like there’s anyone else in the room with him to hear it.

rindou had begun losing his patience, and felt greatly annoyed.

it caused his tone to sound as such, and not be as kind as he always tries to make it sound.

ran wasn’t hearing it, and stood up straight.

“I appreciate this, rin. I’m just a little under the weather.” ran smiles, and it’s a bit uneasy.

but it isn’t believable.

rindou watches as he begins to leave, before speaking up.

“I pray for you, you know that?” rindou speaks up, looking away from the mirror.

ran stops, holding his hand on the doorstep.

rindou turns his entire body to face him, and takes another deep breath.

one he didn’t know he was holding.

“I’m not religious, don’t know if god’s real, but I pray for you. because maybe if someone is out there, they won’t take my only brother from me.” rindou heartily says.

ran sniffles, before fixing his clothes that suddenly feel weird.

he nods again, fixing his hair to tuck behind his ears as well.

“I love you, and I thank you. but please don’t say that.” ran whispers, glancing at his brother with a sad look.

ran walks out of the bathroom and into his room, before closing the door and stripping himself of his clothes.

it’s a common occurrence, something he always does after coming in from class.

guess he won’t have to go back now.

he fits himself under his blanket and stares out his big window.

rindou was in here, he could tell.

one of his pillows were folded and the ends of his comforter was folded on the inside.

ran has this horrible headache though, so he won’t curse him out.

he doesn’t realize he’s also slowly breaking rindou down by acting this way.

but he can’t help it. he’s hurt, he’s lost, and he needs help.

he doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

ran forces himself to sleep so he doesn’t have to speak to anyone else.

-

music blasts from the speakers downstairs, but ran doesn't hear or awake to any of it.

the sound doesn't increase, nor does it decrease.

it's at its extremely loud volume, it'll be a miracle if anyone can still hear after leaving the party.

in the man's bedroom, the music sneaks in like a snake, and scurries out as fast as a cat.

someone had entered his room.

they have a seat on the soft bed, resting their warm hands on ran’s skinny pale collarbones.

the bones on his body were almost in view under his pale skin, it was telltale signs of malnourishment.

if no one knew better, or didn't see the rise and fall of the man's chest, they'd think ran was dead.

but he was very much alive.

the smooth touches to his skin woke him from his deep slumber, purple eyes squinting in confusion.

the person stared down at him, a smile so sweet ran could swear he smelt honey.

"good morning ran." you call quietly, shifting your weight in the bed to be a bit more comfortable.

he stares blankly, as though he were shion on the last day of middle school when they handed out finals.

the two of you say nothing, trying to figure out who should speak first and what you should say.

ran doesn't sit up, but he brings one of his long arms up and caresses your cheek.

"you're so beautiful." he whispers, watching you lean into his hand.

you were real, he understands. his forever stood before him flesh and bone, not just a image of a memory.

"i missed hearing you say that." you sniffle, closing your eyes and letting him relish in your perfume.

he pulls you down to lay next to him and holds you in his arms, kissing your forehead soothingly.

you allow him, not caring if his pillows would mess up your hair that took hours to get perfect.

but this was ran you were talking about. the only man you could perfectly imagine marrying.

"damn boy. you fucked up my standards." you joke, burying your face into his cheek to inhale the chamomile and cocoa butter.

ran chuckles for the first time in a while, pulling you even closer if humanely possible.

he wouldn't let you go after this.

-

after the party finished, and everyone went home drunk and tired, ran asked you a serious question.

'if i get better, look better, feel better, will you give me another chance at our relationship?'

you tell him you'll consider it, but he has to try.

and try he did.

he began asking kakucho and rindou for diet plans and workout routines.

he picked up boxing with mucho (got shitted on a couple times, but it was so worth it).

even went shopping for a new wardrobe with izana, who always had the best style out of everyone.

mitsuya was even nice enough to get his best friend's wife to trim the dead ends off his hair for free.

the two of you talk every now and then, catching up about work and school and what not.

you don't see him, but you were nice enough to lend him your address in case he ever wanted to drop by.

he looked so much better than he did a few months ago, more meat on his bones and his muscles coming back tenfold.

now he was out with mitsuya in a flower shop, hands in his pockets as he stared in thought.

"you didn't tell me what we were doing here." mitsuya brings up, rubbing his eyes a bit.

ran glances at him for a split second, before looking back at the flowers in front of him.

mitsuya waits for a second, before kissing his teeth and fixing his posture.

"you can't wake me out of my sleep, dress me in random clothes, and drag me to a shop to say nothing." mitsuya complains, crossing his arms.

ran opens his mouth, hesitates a bit, before the words begin to leave his mouth.

"what do you get a girl you want a new beginning with?" he questions, looking at mitsuya.

mitsuya's jaw drops harshly, before he grows a cheeky smile at the older's obvious blush.

ran has never been embarrassed, nervous, or even worried to the point where he went to mitsuya.

but now? this was a whole new him.

despite mitsuya being single for quite some time, he always had the best advice when it came to women.

so it was only natural he went to find mitsuya right before he goes to see you.

"amaryllis and crocus flowers." mitsuya giggles like a high school girl, nudging the taller male next to him.

and that's what ran grabs.

he also stops to get you edible arrangements, your favorite fruit in the shape of a heart.

people stared as he walked to your house, some even telling him congrats or good luck.

ran appreciated it gratefully, finally having that boost he desparately needed from random strangers.

before he knew it, he stood in front of your door and had already knocked about three times.

you call out a quick 'coming!' from behind it and a lot of shuffling could be heard.

the door swings open and you gasp loudly, eyes blown wide at the pretty bouquet and fruits in his hand.

"ran.." you call out breathlessly, fixing your clothes.

you were in one of his old band tees, one that he swore up and down rindou stole from him.

he knows it's his specifically, because rindou got it signed by the band on the shoulders.

it read 'happy birthday ran, wishing you many more' across the bottom as well.

you quickly take the flowers and fruits from him, placing it on your console table pulling the man into a deep kiss.

he kisses you back, tripping into the house as you tug him back.

“don’t even ask- yes! a hundred times yes!” you laughed, cupping his cheeks.

he grinned big at you, before kissing you again.

his heart pounded out of his chest once you let him go, and he watched as you sauntered around the home with your flowers

it was then that he could confirm, it could only be you to make him feel this way.

[1u11ablues]

Lesson (Kaz Brekker x reader)

Warning: smut. Part two of Pudding. Posted this on ao3 but might as well post here

You made a mistake. You thought you could wiggle your way into the locked room of the house you were breaking into, but didn't realize there was another locking mechanism after you've successfully picked the first one. This triggered the alarm, and you had to escape before they caught you. 

In the end, you decided to jump out of the small opening of a window, manipulating the air to cushion your fall. You escaped with minimal injuries, only a busted lip, and bruises on your right cheek. 

Everyone was glad that you were okay, everyone except Kaz. Oh, Kaz was furious. He was silent the entire ride back, and no one dared to make a sound for fear of angering him even further. You've never seen Kaz this angry, this quiet—surely they have had failed jobs before, right? Why is he treating this like it's more important than the other ones?

Kaz couldn't believe you would stray out of the plan like that. That room was not even one of the ones you were supposed to break into, and you blatantly ignored his warning when he told you to leave it. 

You need to be taught a lesson, and he's going to be one harsh teacher.

As soon as you arrived at the Barrel, everyone scampered to find something else to do, anything, just so they don't have to face Kaz while he's still livid. Jesper decided to man the bar while Inej went off to steal customers from the new gambling den just opened three buildings down from the Crow Club. Anika and Roeder chose to unwind from the failure by drinking and gambling, with no judgments from you.

They left you with Kaz in the carriage, the tension so thick it's suffocating. Not meeting his eyes, you whispered, "I'm gonna get cleaned up," pointing towards your injuries. 

Kaz put his fingers under your chin and lifted your face so you're looking him right in his eyes. His usual dark coffee now looks inky black. Maybe it was the lack of sunlight. Or maybe you're in deep, deep trouble. 

He traced his finger over your lips, and you flinched a little in pain, but why did you feel a familiar heat blooming in the way Kaz handled you like this? You felt his firm grip, saw his eyes scanning your face before ending at your lips, try to close your eyes...

When Kaz releases you and says "sort yourself out, and meet me at my room after," before leaving the carriage abruptly.

Oh, no. You're dead. 

Taking some sweet time in the shower, you run various simulations on how you're going to apologize to Kaz later. It's not that you're scared of him lashing out at you—no, not at all—you're more terrified of the fact that you've disappointed him. You realized that facing his wrath is a million times better than being told you're not good enough for the gang. 

***

Kaz is in his room, trying to keep busy by doing some paperwork and mentally re-running what happened earlier again and again. 

When he saw you fall out of that window... he only heard ringing. The world started to go out of focus while his eyes scanned for you—for any sign that you were okay. If anything were to happen to you, he'll blame himself. He'll have to live with it for the rest of his life—the fact that he cares, the truth that he'll switch places with you right then and there if it means breaking another leg. Please, please be okay, he repeated to himself over and over again. 

When you emerged from the bushes basically unharmed, relief took over him, before being replaced with anger and frustration. Suddenly all the nights he went to bed dreaming about you and the addition of having to face your mortality snowballed into one big frustrating mess, and now he's having really dark, obscene thoughts of you again, bent over him, cane marks slowly welting on your ass. 

Saints, she'll be the death of me.

***

The sun had set when you started making your way into Kaz's room, steps light and unsure. Anything can happen. Maybe he'll shout. Maybe he'll throw you out into the streets. Maybe he'll try to choke you. Well, that's not the worst thing that could happen. 

Three knocks on his door. "Enter." Has the paint on his door always been that shade of brown? 

You enter, then slowly close the door behind you. Taking a seat on the edge of his window, you manage a small "Kaz..." to gauge his temper. So far, unreadable. That's how he always is. Cold Kaz. Cruel Kaz.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Still looking at some papers in his hands,

he finally speaks after an eternity of silence. 

"Yes," came your curt reply. Kaz finally looks at you, eyebrows raised as if to say: enlighten me, then.

"I wasn't supposed to go into that room," your tone breathy, " 'twas not part of the plan." 

"So why did you?"

"I-I thought that a room locked tight like that means the owner must've hidden something important. I'm sure if I came through the window, I won't trigger any alarms, and we'll stumble into something big."

Another 5 minutes of silence. 

"Do you know what happens when you don't follow the plan, grisha?" Kaz grips his cane to help him up. "People get hurt. And in this business, getting hurt means dying."

You look up at him, unaware that your head was down this whole time. 

"I didn't know there was a second lock!"

Ugh, you hate this, hate how you can't even look at his face without tears threatening to escape. 

"I just—I thought you'd be proud of me when I managed to go through that first one, see how good I was. I guess I didn't really think—"

"That your actions have consequences? That you might've cost someone their life? Why would you think your little lockpicking success would matter in the face of life and death?"

You stay silent. Try to keep your composure. Crying will not help, in fact, it'll only make it worse. What boss wants someone who can't even face confrontation properly?

He's right, it doesn't. Looking back now, it all seems so silly. Why were you trying so hard to impress Kaz Brekker?

And just like that, droplets of tears escape your bleary eyes. 

Not good enough repeating itself over and over in your head. Your mother's words. Your father's look. 

You need to get out of here, but your feet are locked in place. Your thoughts keeping you caged at that moment. 

Kaz didn't mean to raise his voice. He was just trying to make you understand that next time, luck won't be on your side. You almost died, and he was scared. He never meant to make you question your worth, but he doesn't know what's running through your mind at that moment. He sees the tears hanging on your chin, contemplating whether to let them dry on their own, or use his hands to wipe them off.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, "It won't happen again." You start to leave before Kaz has a chance to threaten your position. Right as you reach to open his door, you feel a pull on your wrist. You look and find Kaz's gloved hand wrapped around it firmly.

Your eyes met his." No, it won't," he repeats, "because if it does, then I'll lose you."

He pulls you into him and looks into your eyes, and you can see worry etched across the lines on his face. "And I can't—I won't—let that happen." Before you could answer, his lips kiss the tears on your cheeks in silent apology. You're safe. Whatever ruminating thoughts he had in his head earlier, it's now replaced with a new sense of urgency. His lips chase the tears away from you, but he stops right at the corner of your lips, not wanting to push further, afraid that he'll scare you away.

"Kaz..." Your mind is buzzing. The kisses left patches of warmth on your skin, suddenly growing hungry, wanting more. You crash your lips into his, teeth clashing over the sudden impact. Kaz is a little surprised at first, but very quickly melts into your kiss, being very careful to not bust your lips open again.

"Careful, you're injured," Kaz reminded you after breaking the kiss, his breathy voice making you shiver. 

"So, does this mean you're not kicking me out?"

Kaz rolls his eyes, "Why would I do that?"

"Because I messed up? Although in my defense, no one told me—”

"Stop talking before I make you. I'm not kicking you out. You're a part of us now, and you can't get rid of us that easily. You're stuck with us, stuck with me now."

"Well," you answered, purposely trying to rile him up. He glares at you, reminding you of his threat earlier. "I suppose being stuck with you is not the worst thing in the w—”

Kaz trails kissed down your jaw, to your neck, sucking deeply to leave a mark there. You moan involuntarily, and Kaz decided that was one of the prettiest sounds he ever heard, and makes it his mission to elicit as much of it out of you as he can. 

He sits on the edge of his bed and settles your standing form in between his legs, then proceeds to have his taste.

You close your eyes, no longer able to think about anything besides how good this feels. Kaz's mouth lowered inch by inch, savoring your skin like a man deprived. You don't even realize it when he unbuttons your shirt and exposes your skin underneath his lust-blown gaze. Of course, he should've known that you don't like to wear anything under your shirt, judging by your constant choice of loose clothing. He licks down the middle of your chest and you whine when he takes his sweet time on your skin, making a mental map of every curve, every scar, every mark that litters your body. "Kaz, please,"

He stills. "Please what?" You take his hands and place his palm on your breast, wanting him to do more than just leave kisses. "Now you stop talking, huh? This won't do. If you want me to do something, you have to tell me. Use your words." 

"Kaz, I want m-more. Please make me feel good."

He smirked and palms your breast roughly—gloved hands providing just enough friction—mouth latching over your other nipple. Your legs go wobbly over his ministrations, so he pulls you to straddle his thighs after he unbuttons your pants. He pulls his gloves off with his teeth, making you clamp on his thighs, arousal leaking on his trousers.

"No panties, either?" Kaz's head tilts up to you. You shrug in reply, your smug smile disappearing when Kaz dips his fingers between your folds to collect some of your slick. 

"This wet already? Look at the mess you made on my pants....tsk," he says before licking his fingers, tasting you. You watch it all in awe, heat pooling at your core. Never in a million years would you think that you'd find yourself in this position. You kissed Kaz again, grinding yourself on the bulge in his pants, smirking when you manage to make him groan.

He puts you on his bed while he tries to undress, leaving his boxers on. You tangle your fingers in his hair while he licks the skin of your tummy, going lower and lower, heart beating fast at the anticipation. He parts your thighs and kneels before you, cock twitching at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to ruin you, but decided to take it slow for now. He kisses your inner thighs, enjoying the way your pussy clenches as he gets closer to your heat. You buck your hips, urging him to pick up his pace. Saints know how long you've wanted this. 

Sensing this, Kaz licks a stripe up your folds, making sure to put extra pressure on your clit. You moan at the sensation, a fresh wave of heat traveling up your spine. 

"Better than that damn pudding," he manages, before licking you like he hasn't eaten in days. He pays extra attention to your clit, inserting one finger into you and pumping in and out. 

Your hands pull at his hair and he groans, making his movements more fervent as he sees you enjoying it. "That's a good girl," he muttered, and he feels your pussy fluttering at the praise. He cocked his eyebrows, delighted to learn that about you. 

You can feel the coil tighten as he keeps his pace, but he's relentless. Every now and again he stops licking to suck on your clit, earning the most delicious moans out of you. His boxers are now stained with pre-cum, his covered cock angry to be inside you. He waited long enough for this. Surely he can wait a little longer.

"Kaz," you arch up slightly, a bead of sweat dripping down the back of your thighs "I-I'm " 

"Come."

The stern tone in his order does it for you. Your eyes roll back as he curls his finger slightly, stroking that deep spot in you that made you arch higher. Kaz smirks at the way you fall apart at his tongue and fingers, uttering small praises here and there now that he knows you like it.

He kneels in between you, waiting for a second to give you some space to breathe. Your eyes are closed because of how intense the orgasm is. Longing and frustration give one hell of a climax. You open your eyes and see Kaz just smiling, watching you, his cock straining under his boxers, a wet patch visible. “Had enough?” he questioned you, and you thought he was joking, but Kaz doesn’t do jokes. 

“Not a chance. You?" you reply, propping yourself up with your elbows.

"You already know my answer."

You sit up and pull him down for a kiss, licking every inch of his lips to taste yourself on him. Your hands search for the waistband of his boxers, pausing to palm him through it. He jolts forward and mutters a breathless "Saints," making you smile at the desperation. Kaz notices this and stops your hand, causing you to look at him in confusion.

"What do you want?" There's the Kaz you know. You proceed to tug his boxers down to answer, but he removes your hand from him. "Tsk," his fingers now find their way under your chin, making you look at him. Saints, he loves that look on your face. Half-lidded, blushing, and needy to be filled. Enough to make even the most irredeemable non-believer sing verses of prayer like he grew up on it.

"Thought I told you to use your words." he reminded you, his fingers encircling your wrist. You whine, because how could he not understand? You want him inside you, feel him stretching you out, want him to make you feel complete.

"Darling," 

"I want you to fuck me, Kaz. Want your cock in me, please? And if you don't stop it with the nicknames—"

Kaz tilted his head, prompting you to continue.

"Then you're gonna have to burn these bed sheets after today." 

Kaz snickered, guiding your hands to the waistband, and you noticed how big his hands are compared to yours.

"See? That's not so hard to say," he told you. And feel free to leave your scent on my bed before you go.

He releases his cock at your request, and you drool at the sight of it. You lurch forward to lick the precum on his head, then try to take him in your mouth. Keyword tried. You only managed halfway through before his head hit the back of your throat and made your eyes water. Still, Kaz enjoyed it all the same, his hands gripping your head, struggling to not thrust deeper into you.

After making sure you got his cock all wet, he instructs you to lie down and chuckles when you do it so eagerly. He pulls you to the edge of his bed and kneels in between your thighs, rubbing your folds with his cock. You bite your lips as he coats his hard length with your slick, hitting your bundle of nerves so deliciously as new waves of arousal seep out of you. Slowly, he pushes his tip in while he pins your hips down, making sure you adjust to his size. You never pin Kaz as someone capable of being this gentle, especially given his reputation as Dirtyhands. Suddenly your heart feels full—as full as your pussy, spasming over his cock when he finally buried himself in you.

"That's it, taking me so well," Kaz praises as he sets a steady pace pumping into you. You sob as you feel the ridges of his length massaging your walls and hitting that spot that stokes the fire in you every time he moves. When you feel the familiar coil tightening, you start to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. "Kaz, harder," you whispered, and he started pounding into you at a brutal pace. You bite your lips to contain yourself, but Kaz slaps your clit in disapproval." I want to hear every little sound coming out of that pretty mouth," he tells you as he pins both of your hands up your head, his pace stuttering as he's close. "Yes s-sir," you answered, and you can feel Kaz's cock twitching inside you.

"Saints, you feel so good around me," he bends to whisper in your ear, his hand on your clit in furious circles. You're so, so close now, and by the way Kaz is thrusting, so is he. Your hands find their way on his back, scratching him, pleasure too overpowering to care about the marks you're leaving.

"Come for me, darling," Kaz orders, and your mouth falls open as your body rides the waves of delicious orgasm, spasming involuntarily. Kaz pulls out and you feel warm spurts of come painting your stomach, and when you open your eyes you see him standing over you, admiring you like a piece of art.

He dons on a robe before leaving, promptly returning with a soft damp cloth to wipe you off. You wrap your fingers around his wrist as he does, and Kaz looks at you, the soft glow of light through his windows hitting the apple of your cheeks as you smile. He's not religious by any means, but how many times have he uttered ‘saints’ because of you? His heart skips a beat. He reaches up to caress you—wanting to ask you millions of questions all of a sudden—but for now, he'll let the moment ingrain itself into his brain and ask you about them tomorrow . 

Part 1

[honeypipin]

Atlas

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Chapter 3 (silly billies!!)

(Disclaimer: Some violence, König feels a bit silly sometimes and is trying to keep calm he is totally going crazy over you)

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Water

When it gets dark, no one can leave their house unless they are military personnel. No one else has the tools to survive against such aggressive cryptids, so it makes sense.

The annoying thing is, some nights, you might even have to spend the night inside your house in the dark too. Cryptids are attracted to bright lights, and when those with keener senses are reported, turning a switch on is suicide.

Hence, why now, you are patting every surface in your immediate vicinity to make sure you don't fall flat on your face - so far, its working.

You just need to find the water bottles.

But when you step back, you press into something hard... like a wall... but a bit soft?

You jump, of course, but you hear nothing there. So you wave your hand where it was, and nothing's there?? So weird.

You'd never get used to navigating your house in the dark, but you had to move on, after all, Vicki and her friend are waiting for you to get water for their tea party, you can't mess up Vicki's first (not really) sleepover!

Finally, you found some water on the kitchen counter, you completely forgot you placed it there, but god are you glad you did.

You start to walk up the stairs. Then you hear a scream. You run upstairs. You swing Vicki's bedroom door open, where you expect to see blood and gore again, you see something different.

Fredrick was laying on the floor, having wrestled this wolf-looking, massive cryptid off of him, he manages to chuck it outside, yanks down the outer shutters, and slams the window closed. The first time you have ever seen someone ever overpower a cryptid, and it is mind blowing.

Of course, the two little girls start crying out of shock, hell, if you weren't meant to be comforting them, you would too. After a while, you and Fredrick are able to calm them down and put them to sleep, through doing so, however, you find out that Vicki's friend, Esha, had opened the window after she saw a little puppy lost outside.

Normally, you would just calm the girls down, tell them that it wasn't their fault, they're too young to know, and "just promise me you'll never do it again, ok?" And that would be that.

But something wont add up, how did they see past the shutters? That doesn't make sense at all! The shutters close together, automatically, how were they up?

"I- I just don't get it Fredrick, everything closes together, how was that shutter up? I can't- I don't know. It doesn't make sense."

Fredrick sighs sympathetically next to you, sitting in your living room together at 2 AM was not how you expected your next interaction with your favourite neighbour, but its the interaction you got.

"It may have just not closed tonight," He puts a hand on your shoulder. "There's not much that we can do for now, anyways, lets just sleep it out until morning, and then you can call over a technician."

"Yeah... you're right, i should at least get some sleep."

Fredrick, the brilliant man he is, then one who immediately scaled the wall to chase the cryptid that snuck into Vicki's room, the man that had saved your lives, goes, "I should be going home then"

"Sorry?"

"...I should be going home?"

"How on earth are you expecting to go home and survive when that... thing is out there, not to be rude Fredrick, but have you lost your mind?!".

"Er- no, it would just be rude for me to stay longe-"

"Rude?! You saved our lives Fredrick! Please, just stay for the night, I would 't be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

Never in a million dreams would König turn this down. The perfect opportunity to stay over at your darling neighbour's for the night, especially after being your hero? Mit freunden!

"I... fine, I will, but I will sleep on the couch."

"The couch?! No way, I'll take the couch and you take the bed."

"Absolutely not."

"But you're my guest!"

"I am not the type of man to force you to sleep on your couch in your own home. I will sleep on the couch."

"Fredrick."

"No, I will not hear it."

"Fine we both sleep on the bed!"

"No we will- wait. What?"

"I have a king-sized bed, we are adults, I'm sure we can manage going to sleep."

"But- that would be-"

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch then?"

"No..."

"Then its settled. We sleep on the bed."

"Okay."

König followed you obediently, but there's no denying how shocked he was. You know that feeling you get when everything goes your way and you're so stunned by it you can't even say anything? That's how König felt, so surprised that everything is going well for him, this never happens! (He's definitely not complaining though)

The next thing that happens practically sends him into shell shock. Now he understands summer heat. And he understands that people get sweaty in it, so does he! Austrian mountains usually run quite cold compared to where he was now.

But he is certain you are trying to kill him because you are going to lie down, next to him, in the same bed, in those shorts?! How can you step out the bathroom so casually like you haven't just dropped his jaw? Do you think he cant see you in the dark? Because he most certainly can.

You get under the covers and lay down next to him.

"Goodnight Fredrick."

"Goodnight."

It takes around 30 minutes, but eventually you fall asleep don't ask how he knows what you sleeping sounds like and he can finally turn to face you. Oh, you put a pillow between you two so you don't accidentally hug him searching for body warmth? Well its ok, he'll let you anyways! Hope you don't mind him chucking that pillow to the other side of the room.

König stares at your face, eyes pressed shut and your breathing sounds like you're at the start of your sleep cycle. A gentle smile graces his lips when he hears the soft snores coming from you, he cups your cheeks and marvels at how soft your skin is compared to his. How big his hand is compared to your cheek, how tight your- he really needs to calm down. What if you woke up right now?

What if you woke up right now? Would you smile under his embrace? Kiss his fingers and giggle at his flustered state? Would you plead sweetly for him to take that damn mask off just so you could kiss his lips? He's not sure how you'd react to his face, but he'd be willing to risk it for you.

The night carries on with König staring at your face, occasionally taking pictures of you sleeping, and eventually falling asleep cuddling you. Exactly what König had wanted - he was overjoyed!

When you finally wake up, its morning, but the way König hugs you makes it impossible to wake him up. After a strenuous effort, you reach for your phone to check the time. 8:28 AM?

Oh well, he did literally save your life last night, a few more hours of sleep was the least you could do for him.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Forever Home Masterlist (2)

part one

and the house becomes a home again (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Dan’s plane lands at one-thirty-two AM (he’s been tracking the flight since it took off, and his stomach’s been flipping with jitters since Dan’s phone switched to aeroplane mode and his texts stopped going through).

Two and a half months, since Dan's been home, and Phil has been going crazy.

(also known as the dan comes home fic)

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

cat bells 2: the philling (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: Just after rewatching the first three PINOFs, a mysterious package arrives on Dan and Phil's doorstep. Inside is a new cat costume... and Phil has a slightly terrible idea.

🌸 cherry blossom 🌸 (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It had been a silly dream at first. The idea to have a cherry blossom tree in their garden they didn't even have yet. It hadn't felt like it was something that would really happen.

But it was real. Dan was watching their tree, Phil's arms around him, and hoping they would get to see its first bloom soon.

Couch Potatoes (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Picking a sofa for the forever home

Curse of the Golden Pig (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan disapproves of some of Phil's interior design choices — and despite all the compromises they've had to make, there's still a whole lot of them in the forever home. If he finds out Phil has snuck any of them into their new bedroom, and they're off-putting enough, he'll even refuse to sleep (or do anything ... else) in the same room as them.

Phil knows his whining is mostly superficial, though — Dan really doesn't mind it as much as he makes it seem, and even just a few kisses will make his facade crumble... a flawless tactic.

Forever Home (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil’s wanted a dog for as long as he can remember, and now that he and Dan are moving into their new house, it’s the perfect opportunity. But there’s just one problem: Phil’s allergic to dogs.

home (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: just a little drabblely thing

home wasn't built in a day (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Different, though,” Phil says. He sets the glass down, prisms of light cascading out around it, and then he presses firmly into Dan’s side and speaks with a thoughtful air of bone-deep certainty. “It feels real now. Like we’ve actually finally done it.”

Words lose their way somewhere between Dan’s brain and mouth and end up sticking in his throat. Phil rarely vocalizes his feelings, rarely draws on straightforward sincerity. But here he is, calm and settled at Dan’s side, unequivocally permanent.

“Even if half the lights and plumbing are out?” Dan asks eventually.

Phil’s laugh is soft and low in his chest. “Even if.”

It's Been Years (Thirteen) (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: It’s been years, Dan thinks. Twelve of them, by now. Thirteen, in October. They’re in their thirteenth year. God, he’s gotten older. Less than ten years to go before he’ll have known Phil for longer than he hasn’t.

late night talking (ao3) - theloveofbees

Summary: it surely wasn’t the weirdest thing phil had caught dan doing in their thirteen years of knowing each other, but it was up there.

or it's the summer before dan's tour and they talk on the floor of their office.

made for you (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Phil, in all the years he's known Dan, can tell what he's thinking with a glance, a lock of eyes. Dan, in all the years he's known Phil, is the same.

aka the fic where they have a super psychic connection and insane communicative skills (real life)

New memories (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil looks at their new house with a hint of sadness. Dan fixes it in the most romantic way.

On The Balcony (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Whoever said moving to a forever home would be easy was lying.

Overheated (ao3) - kattdan

Summary: Phil's health issues

Returning home (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which Dan returns to find a clingy Phil

Based on the selfie Dan took after returning from the European tour

Santa Buddy (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which the boys host joint family Christmas in their forever home

Based on the Michael Bublé Santa Baby cover

summer skies (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan doesn’t think Phil's left the apartment, but he redials from his recent contacts all the same, listens to the ring for a few beats before he turns back, and there he is, curled sideways on his arm on the daybed, fast asleep in the shade.

(forever home, summer 2021)

Sutures (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil returns to the forever home after a week away, just in time to pull Dan out of his negative thought spiral.

Taking a Break (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil has a broken leg.

unpacking forever (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan takes charge of the details, once they've moved in.

waking up in your arms with my mind on you and me (ao3) - natigail

Summary: On October 19th 2021, Phil wakes up first. Twelve years ago he woke up way too early, nervous for their first meeting and now they are waking up in their shared bed in their forever home. Phil allows himself to be a little sappy but it's okay because Dan easily joins him.

waking up to a dream (ao3) - vhslucky

Summary: "I missed you..." Phil mumbled against Dan's jacket, reveling in the familiarity of his smell. "I missed you more," Dan whispered warmly. Phil vehemently shook his head, "Not possible." Dan chuckled. Phil found that sound so sweet and endearing that he pulled him even closer.

with water out of sunlight (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Whoever was last in the house has left all the doors open, and there’s light spilling down the hallway and making the white walls glow.

(Dan walks the forever home.)

[tekamoona]

Theory: The Eighth House, the Stoma & Nona the Ninth

"Don't you dare ask me what I thought of Colum Asht. I will weep."

Thanks for the reminder, Ianthe. I can't imagine Tamsyn brought in Colum for no reason other than 'he's a forgettable guy'. Now I have a loose theory to share!

Soul Siphoning & the Stoma

Colum Asht is specifically named by Ianthe because he's still a loose end. He wasn't in Harrow's dream bubble because his soul wasn't in the River. Something took over his body in the process of Silas vacating it for soul siphoning.

When Colum Asht's body is taken over, it's described as [...] Colum's eyeballs were gone — and now the sockets were mouths ringed with teeth, with little tongues slithering out of them. The tongue in his original mouth extended out, down, wrapping itself around her neck—

When the stoma opens, as Augustine tries to push John into it, it's described as [...] the tongues emerged. [...] Streamlike lingual tentacles emerged — the unassuming pink you got on normal, non-Hell-bound tongues. Generally, the tentacles are described as wrapping around Augustine and John, and pulling them towards the stoma.

There's a similar theme of tentacle-tongues grasping at people here. I'd hazard a guess that when Silas is sending Colum's soul away, it isn't just sent to the River, the soul is sent to the stoma, the mouth of Hell.

And this is corroborated by Augustine's dig at Mercymorn, the founder of the 8th: You never did take the stoma seriously, which is why your whole damned House sucks at it like a grotesque teat--

So it's probably not just that Colum's soul just happened to get swapped out with something from the stoma, but they intentionally send their battery-cav souls there.

Cristabel Oct

Now let's talk about the origin of soul siphoning. Mercymorn seems to have inspired this form of necromancy, given Augustine's comment.

If she practiced this with Cristabel during her time at Canaan House (which is likely, given that soul siphoning was one of the theorems Gideon and Harrow faced in GtN) — she must have sent Cristabel towards the stoma many times as her cav.

Something about Cristabel's description in the words of Augustine strikes interesting: A total delight. Effervescent. Kind to animals and children. A master of the sword. Did not have the intellect you'd ordinarily find in a sandwich or an orange, and was a sickening twerp into the bargain.

Cristabel Oct sounds a lot like Nona.

Nona the Ninth & Alecto

But aren't we fairly certain at this point that Alecto was the person inhabiting Nona this entire time? The ending of Nona the Ninth seems to pretty much confirm this, so I don't think that Nona is necessarily Cristabel full stop.

So I wonder if Alecto was really in the body that entire time. After all, when John describes putting down A.L., he says: Annabel Lee... was not the dying kind [...] It might be more accurate to say that I switched her off.

What better way to displace Alecto's soul without outright killing her than sending it to the stoma, the same way Eighth House necromancers do? He'd have a great, vacuous cavalier from which to draw power... all the while still maintaining his lyctorhood, unlike other lyctors who don't have an empty body to siphon from.

And every time Cristabel was sent to the stoma during her and Mercymorn's lyctorhood research, while Alecto was 'switched off', Cristabel's soul could have mingled with Alecto's, in the same way that Naberius's soul touches Palamedes' when they occupy the same space as bodiless entities.

Cristabel's soul could've given Alecto all the traits with see in Nona that shouldn't reasonably be present in someone who has only been described as monstrous — Cristabel's love for animals and children, her delightful silliness.

As for how Alecto came to inhabit Nona, here we see the brilliance in Colum Asht's example. While his body was vacant, it gave opportunity for something else from the stoma to take his body over. That empty vessel was a house for a stoma-thing to move in.

There is a point between Harrow the Ninth and Nona the Ninth where Gideon is returned to her original body, but Harrow is not inhabiting her own body. At this point in time, Harrow's body is an empty vessel for something from the stoma to take over, and that's where Alecto comes in. It's not just a simple body-swap where Alecto and Harrow have swapped places.

In summary: Alecto, like the stoma-creature that took over Colum Asht's vacated body, took over Harrow's vacated body — and with Cristabel's virtuous traits having touched her soul, became Nona.

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Footnote: Please let me know if I'm missing something. I haven't fully read the books in a while, just piecing interesting stuff together that seems to have coalesced now that I've finally read this short story.

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 12 - The Great Glucid, Part 2

I don't know why, but this episode is very cute to me.

Kerubim being a baker is also just a bit emotionally charged to me, in a good way, — even if it is just a silly little episode.

It feels nice, that he engaged in a hobby that one wouldn't expect of him. This isn't exactly manly, monster-slaying adventurer stuff. And that's good! He should do things that make him happy and proud more!

It's also nice that he spent time with his mentor's grandchildren, considering Kerubim seems to adore kids. (Perhaps, that's one of the reasons he wants Joris to call him a grampy-cat, instead of a father? Because that was his first real experience with a functional family, as an orphan and a demigod?)

Very succulent and healthy energies all around, compared to his usual tales of violence and divorce and toxic friendships.

And, perhaps, at least in part, it's also nice because it's his cultural and familial heritage, as a person who grew up in Amakna?

It feels like we're exploring a part of Kerubim's identity that isn't something like "gambler, cheater, warrior, ORPHAN WITH A DEAD FAMILY who's only brother left HATES him, god's plaything, divorcee," and instead something more gentle, kinder, like "guy who likes babysitting," or "an Amaknean man in his natural environment (making baked goods)"

Like yes. He should be baking. Yugo, his fellow countryman, should also be baking. From both of their shows, we can see that Amaknean men are at their happiest when they're in the kitchen. So, chop-chop!

...We will see that despite trying really hard to hate one another, Atcham and Kerubim are... quite passionate about their family history and heritage. No wonder he became a baker.

*Wakfu: One More Gate is an unreliable source due to its plot being a dream, however, if it is based off things that really happened to Oropo during his youth, and considering the fact that, to my knowledge, the game's plot was changed into the dream thing during development, it would imply that the Crepin family has been selling things, especially weapons, for generations.

Yessss another dice moment.

Me @ fictional men I like.

He switches between holding two different weapons. BOOO tomato tomato tomato, how dare they have an animation error in their children's cartoon. (I'm joking.)

To reiterate, I really think we should talk more about Kerubim being good at baking and being really proud of it. (To the point of being a show-off, as he is with everything else he's good at.)

My headcanons of the day:

Kerubim is definitely the one who made the food in the beginning of the Julith movie.

I think Kerubim would learn how to make macarons without any machines involved, and give himself carpal tunnel and actual hand damage over it. Because he'd like the idea of being A Guy Who Can Make Macarons that much.

People in this house LOVE standing on tables and counters. Micromen. Manlets. Tinyguys.

On one hand,

On the other hand, he looks genuinely sad about what happened.

I suppose, considering this whole thinly-veiled-symbolism-for-addiction-played-for-funnies thing happened after this story, this might have been one of the last times Kerubim spent with his mentor while he was healthy.

And while it is only in my head, bc we here on this blog take this show way too fuckin' seriously: This guy might have been the first normal familial figure in his life, considering the whole Demigod/Orphan thing.

Aaand I just made myself sad.

Anyway, HURTING HIM.

[aajjks]

the ring!! it’s beautiful!! 🥹

mommy issues!JK

is this happening? is this really happening? you haven’t even been with jungkook for a YEAR and already..

“Yn will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

you’ve only been with jungkook for almost 10 months and he’s already on his knees ready to commit the rest of his life to you. jungkook is sure that there’s no other woman on this planet that could ever love him like you do; there’s no other woman he loves but you. you’re in his dreams, on his mind, he sleeps and breathes you and it may sound crazy but he wants you all to himself for the rest of his life.

you come from a home where love was the bare minimum and your heart was treated like tissue but then you met jungkook. you remember being so stubborn about being with him but look at you now. soon you’ll be a mother of two beautiful kids but there’s also something else you forgot, a wife.

the gold ring is gorgeous and the moment jungkook got down on his knee, you were already in tears. like jungkook, you can’t see yourself spending the rest of your life with anyone else but him. your friend, your lover, and now your fiancé.

“i do! i do, i do, i do” you cry as you pull jungkook into a hug before kissing him all over his face and finally, his lips. “i love you so much, jungkook. so that’s why you didn’t want me to go through your dresser. i thought you were hiding snacks or something” you laugh before kissing jungkook’s cheek again.

“ok, put it on already!” you say as you hold out your hand and watch jungkook slide the ring on your finger with ease. it’s a perfect fit.

“i love it. aww, i love you. i can’t stop saying i love you but i really do. this just…” you sigh in admiration as you watch the diamond twinkle and sparkle under the light of the chandelier.

“seol is staying the night at eunwoo’s right because you just earned yourself a mind blowing blowjob tonight” you say as you size jungkook up with a sly smile on your face. yep, you’re definitely fucking him after this.

the food jungkook ordered for you is so delicious, you even take a few bites from his plate and get a little jealous since his dish is better than yours but to keep that smile on your face, he switches his plate with yours: happy wife, happy life right?

“jungkook, can i ask you something? since i’m pregnant with a girl, she’s gonna need a lot of space. y’know? a big closet for her clothes, her crib and seol’s birthday is coming up soon so he’s gonna need more space for all his toys and his clothes and..uh…i wanna move”

“we don’t have to move out of busan. i want us to live in a house. doesn’t have to be a biiiiig house just a place with enough room for you, seol, and moon”

moon? as in…the baby? yes. you’ve been pondering on girl names for your little bun and you’re slowly taking a liking to the name moon but what does jungkook think?

~🫧

“Moon?”

When you tell him it’s the name you have decided for your baby girl, Jungkook smiles big, absolutely happy with the name choice.

“Of course she’s gonna be beautiful just like the moon.” Jungkook focuses on his food, he’s been starving and couldn’t get himself to eat something because he was so nervous about the proposal, but as he is seeing the beautiful ring on your finger?

“You know I took your ring finger size in your sleep… it was such a hassle but it fits perfectly.” He winks

He feels like he’s complete. “Of course yn.. I was thinking about this as well now that our family is expanding… I have been looking over to some houses… I have saved a lot of money.. there is a separate account for you and for Seol in case something happens to me… I’ve started another one for our daughter… money is definitely not an issue because the job pays a lot… and maybe I’ll take you with me soon to look over some houses and you’ll select which one you like the best..” he coos.

You look so perfect, he cannot take his eyes off of you and whenever he looks at you? He just feels more hungry.

“Yn.. I never thought I would find love… I thought it was impossible.. but then I saw you…”

“To you maybe I’m moving too fast but I’ve been in love with you for the past three years… I fell in love with you at first sight.” He confesses, looking deeply into your eyes.

You’re his everything, you have completed him in ways he didn’t know it was possible.. “I hope that… you will always treat Seol like your own too-I know you do that but he’s really precious to me.” He asks, being honest.

•••

The night is still young but after dinner he takes you straight home, he’s so happy and horny, it’s been WEEKS since you have let him touch you, but tonight- you can’t escape.

The ride is full of sexual tension between you two, his hand constantly moving up and down between your thighs, sometimes it rests on your belly as he drives with one hand.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much sexier you’ve looked ever since I knocked you up?” His language is definitely different, he feels so energized right now, it’s going to be a long night for the both of you.

His have travels down from your stomach to your leg, teasing your skin. The truth is that he wants to fuck you fast and hard, but you’re pregnant so he will have to be slow and gentle.

“I can’t stop staring at your tits- and your ass. Goodness you look so fuckin perfect yn.” He exchanges a look with you, his eyes burning with desire.

“If you weren’t already pregnant I’d breed you so hard… fuck… you have no idea what you do to me..” he bites his lip, trying his best to focus on the road ahead.

“We’re almost home baby and tonight? You won’t be able to escape me.”

He’s feeling absolutely carnal. His body hot with lust.

[justkeepwalkingnothinghere]

So…tomorrow will mark one full month since Watching and Dreaming. One month since The Owl House came to an end. It’s kind of hard to believe. I haven’t had the mental energy to rewatch it or watch anything else since. It feels like I’m dealing with all 5 stages of grief at once, but to be frank I’ve been stuck in a mix of denial, acceptance and bargaining since it aired. I’m accepting of the fact that it’s over, completely denying the fact that it’s over, and willing to bargain with the universe for anything else from this show. Been holding onto any little sliver of hope that it’s gonna come back soon, when I know that’s likely not gonna happen in a very long time.

I remember April 8th like it was yesterday, so I figured I should recount it for everyone. Story under the cut.

My mom and I had spent the previous couple of days at my grandparents house watching their dog Charlie, something we’ve done a few dozen times already. We were leaving that morning as soon as my dad came to pick us up, and I woke up hoping to feel as I did the previous day, looking forward to the finale and genuinely happy about it for the first time, without any fear. As expected, I knew the feeling and happiness wasn’t gonna last, all excitement quickly replaced by fear once again as it dawned on me what day it was. I started watching the show in mid September and now was going to witness it end a mere couple of hours after sunset. My thoughts about it all danced and jumped through my head all day, the day going by a bit faster than I had wanted it to. The only constant emotions were anxiety, fear, and I could feel myself slipping into depression already.

As the hours ticked by and we got closer to saying farewell, the realization of what was happening continued to nag at me and make my anxiety worse. My parents were both going to my aunt and uncle’s wedding, a very small ceremony and reception in their backyard. And an adults only affair, meaning I would be home alone. Was only at the 5 o’clock hour, only a few more until the finale when they left. First thing I did? Listened to Lacrimosa on the tv for roughly 30 minutes while scrolling through here, the subreddit, and chatting on Discord while getting emotional with friends. I made one last post before the finale, and switched to It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday. Looped a few times before switching to YouTube and watching for a little over an hour.

Until I found this goodbye video in my recommended. Set to the chorus of As the World Caves In. It was a little over 5 minutes until the finale (was airing at 8:25 in my timezone) when I found it, and I rewatched it multiple times, learning the words quickly. I replayed it one more time with a full minute left until the end, singing along to it in the final 30 or so seconds until the finale finally aired. I was saving the Watching and Dreaming for the next morning, when my parents and I could watch it with our Easter breakfast, not wanting to be up all night crying and getting emotional. I proceeded to listen to the full song on loop for about 30-40 minutes straight, getting lost in thought, singing along with all I had, even breaking into tears at one point, wanting nothing more than a comforting hug from Luz.

The episode was halfway over from my calculations when I heated up my Stouffer’s meatloaf, and then vented and chatted with this little guy as we kept each other company and ate our meals. I let it all out to some pixels on the screen, relieving some stress. A mini chocolate bundt cake, episodes of 30 Rock and glyph doodles followed in the last hour or so before my parents got home. Somewhere during that, I swear I could feel a slight pang in my heart, a signal that it was done. The finale was over, and it took Owl House with it. With everything cleaned up downstairs and my parents in bed, I ended the night by having one last mental breakdown to Caramelldansen, my bedroom light turned off, and my phone brightness all the way up. I turned in for the night with a final sigh, and the knowledge that tomorrow morning, my favorite show would slip away from me.

The most emotional night of my life in recent memory and I remember every detail as if it was just last night. As the World Caves In now acts as a reminder of what went down whenever I listen to it. In the midst of it all, the only emotions that stayed with me was the fear and depression. I knew what was happening, I knew what I would be experiencing the next morning, and I still have yet to rewatch it. I can’t even watch the ending or epilogue without having my heart ache for half an hour or more. A fantastic finale? Absolutely! But a heartbreaking loss that is going to take me forever to recover from? Also yes. My heart wasn’t ready for it then, it’s not ready for it now, and it’s not gonna be ready for it anytime soon.

(I know a lot of people aren’t going to care about this, I just wanted to share how that night was for me)

[cursedcreator-pat]

Ok so I had a dream with poison apple tales characters in it that was honestly so weird from start to finish. My explanation is really long so I'm putting it under a read more. open only if you dare

I was playing a video game that kind of looked like mario RPG in its style. My character, which was just a shadow person, was in a rectangular box maze, and there were flowers everywhere.

The dandelions were bad and would slow me down. There were pink flowers that I could throw on top of the dandelions to destroy them. Then there was also one red, green, and yellow flower, and idly walking around the maze was Arsenik, Chase, and a little green person that I think was my self-insert.

Basically I had to bring the right flowers to them (Arsenik = Yellow, Chase = Red, Creya = Green) but if I got close while not holding a flower or holding the wrong flower, they would suddenly turn into enemies I had to kill. And not as themselves, Chase would turn into a kangaroo. I don't remember what Creya or Arsenik turned into, I might not have ever seen it.

Usually the kangaroo would dash at me after transforming and I would die and have to restart. The way this maze was set up made it so it was nearly impossible to dodge the characters before I could get to their flowers, so at some point I decided to just start fighting them.

The weirdest part about this was that the last time I attacked kangaroo chase, I was able to just loop him around the maze because everything else despawned. And then my screen's POV switched to my character inside the game.

As I was running him around I realized I was in my oma and opa's old house, with the TV and console on the floor in the living room. Directly to my left was the open doorway to the dining room, with a white circular table surrounded by chairs. When I look, my POV suddenly switches to third person a bit behind me, centered between my body and the screen. And you're not going to believe who was sitting there at that table.

Unknown, looking at me and grinning. I think he said something like "are you having fun, dear?"

Before I could respond or do anything, I woke up. But in real life I was extremely dazed and my head hurt, so I shuffled around a little bit in my bed and got back to sleep. And the dream continued.

Now buckle up, because after Unknown's appearance it just gets WEIRDER.

I look back at the screen and my pov switches back to first person, but when it does the house changes. It's now very dark, a few lights that hadn't been around previously are now on, and there is now a second screen to the left of my TV. In a 3x3 grid it lists a couple of things I have to do, a few already checked off. The game also reset so I'm not looping the kangaroo anymore.

This part of the dream is really blurry now, I mean I've been writing all I can for the last 20 minutes. But Arsenik appears from where Unknown was last (hm interesting) and helps me complete the tasks somehow? And we're doing that, and eventually we have all of them except the middle one done. I don't remember what happens after that, but something did happen that made Arsenik disappear and turn everything to day again.

I'm lying on the floor, so I get up and see that the second screen is gone and the TV is off. From the dining area, I see my opa, and he says something about the things "he" put me through. Then my oma appears from the kitchen and says something similar.

Even in the dream I'm in a daze, so I get up and walk over. My oma hands me a plate of waffles cut into pieces and a glass of chocolate milk, an absolute banger childhood breakfast. But uh oh. Guess who I see when I turn around to sit down?

That's right, Unknown's back again, and he says the same thing.

"Are you having fun, dear?"

And then I woke up. And this time, my head hurt again but that experience woke me up so hard I couldn't sleep again. So that's where the dream FINALLY ends.

Thanks Unknown, for not only invading my childhood home, but also putting me through easily one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. And giving me a headache.

[petitedeath]

I usually have really vivid dreams. Most of the time I forget them a few minutes after waking up. But sometimes they stick with me and I have to get them out. So I'm going to start posting them as they happen. I'm not a writer tho and I suck at grammar so sorry if you read this lol

Here is last night's:

It was a Thursday night no different from any other. We were sunken into our cozy red couch half watching Love Is Blind and half watching tiktoks on our phones and eating chips. It was probably about 11:30 pm and we were doing the typical stall before deciding to get up and go to bed. The loud rumbling roar of a military transport plane entered the air outside. This was not unusual, we lived near the base after all. When our son was smaller he used to affectionately call them the whales of the sky on account of how enormous and gray they were. A handful each day would fly low along the side of our house getting ready to land and we could watch them from our couch through the window that sat to the left of our couch. But this plane was going the wrong direction.

A glint of light caught my eye and I glanced up to the right at the bay window that sat at the center front of our living room. I could see the plane crossing the front of our home, its light moving erratically through the blinds like a floating firefly. I stood up and walked over to get a better look. The plane’s nose was going up and down in a wave pattern like a dolphin swimming. Something was definitely wrong. Jon sensed my unease and got up to look at it too. The plane was now just at the corner of our window almost out of view when on the last upward motion it pulled back far, becoming vertical and stalled. We rushed outside expecting a plane crash and trying to assess whether we needed to help get our elderly neighbors out of their house. The plane was now over our driveway and our neighbors and was starting to fall backward onto its back. As it did the plane started to morph.

The plane maintained altitude, hovering as it widened and flattened out. It looked almost like a sea creature with skin like a tuna now, but still dark gray. Slits appeared on the bottom like little vents and it vibrated and hummed emitting thin golden waves spinning like thin shimmering ribbons evaporating into the air. We quickly went back inside trying to process what we had just seen. It was too much for our brains to process though, so we switched to something easier to latch on to and started grabbing our earthquake emergency supplies and went to wake up our kid. I told Jon we needed to leave. I had no idea what was even happening but the animal-like fear building inside of my gut was telling me we needed to get away from this thing as fast as possible. Jon hesitated, worrying that we would become a target in the car, like a little bug in the middle of a big open sidewalk. He didn’t put up much fight though when I asked him what else we should do as it felt like we were already under a giant humming shoe.

We gathered our backpacks and grabbed some food before bursting out the back door to head for our car. But we were stopped in our tracks. Our kid slammed into the back of us not expecting the abrupt stop and not seeing what lay before us causing the halt. It was our car, what was left of it. The whole car was just a mangled sunken mess of fused metal, black and unrecognizable. The whole care had melted down. All cars had. We looked around to see that every car around was now no more than a 2-foot-tall mess of fused materials.

We pushed back inside to try and plot our next steps but I could feel myself having a panic attack. My hands were going numb, I was starting to feel lightheaded, and I couldn’t control my breath. My thoughts were going everywhere, and nothing was sticking. Jon grabbed my hand, momentarily grounding me. I didn’t have time for a panic attack, we had to make our next move. I looked out the window and tried to think. The room darkened. It wasn’t the outdoors though; it was the walls. They were darkening with a strange pattern similar to those internal burns you get from having a heating pad on your lap for too long. I started to feel a radiating warmth come from inside of myself and my skin started to tighten. Without a word I grabbed my son's hand and Jon and I ripped through the front door and just started running.

We had no plan, no idea what was happening, no direction, nothing. We just ran as fast as we could away from this thing. We slowed as our breath started to thin and our chests started to ache. We hadn’t gotten terribly far but were now several blocks away in the neighboring neighborhood. The homes were large and old and close to each other. It had been a wealthy neighborhood in the late 1800s and early 1900s and each home was 3 stories plus a basement. As we walked aimlessly catching our breathes eyes pointed down my eye caught the reflection of a basement window. The closest thing to a plan clicked in my mind, we needed to get into a basement.

We spun around slowly looking at all the enormous houses and considering which one would be the easiest to get into and the sturdiest. We spotted a big blue one with white trim on a corner. It was an Edwardian home, large and square with the concrete of a basement poking up just above the grass with tiny windows.

We entered the house with relative ease and the place seemed empty. Normally I would have taken this time to explore the old home and look for supplies but was in no mood. We quickly rounded the kitchen corner to the door to the basement, shut the door behind us and scurried down the stairs. When we got to the bottom we looked up to realize that we weren’t alone. A mixture of about 10 or so other neighbors were also finding refuge in the concrete room. A couple small families and individuals and then the guy who must have been the homeowner as he looked the most uncomfortable. He was about 50, and was wearing brown slacks with a light blue button up shirt and brown round rimmed glasses. His hair was brown with a smattering of grey and was styled into thick tidy waves. Around his pursed lips that he kept chewing was a goatee.

He apparently was some sort of researcher or professor that worked at the university in their animal and plant department. I had been there on one of their public activity days and enjoyed the wet specimens and the stages of plant development they had on display. He seemed nervous about something beyond the unknowable horror we were all living out in real time. It appeared he had OCD, and we were all making him uncomfortable by invading his space. Though cold and uncomfortable he was hospitable so long as we followed his rules and respected his space.

A couple hours had passed quietly as we sat in the basement and we had settled down enough to chat and instinctively try to look at our phones. Surprisingly, considering the cars, the phones still worked…well…sort of. They were still on and the screens still worked but they were stuck on the last screen we were looking at. It didn’t seem to matter though. Who were we going to call? Who could even handle this? Besides, we all had this feeling that this was not simply a local phenomenon.

We could see a bright light in the distance moving across the houses several blocks away. I noticed that our host was frozen where he stood. I could practically feel the cold sweat coming off him myself. After a few seconds passed he shouted, “on your bellies! Cover your faces!”

We didn’t ask questions, we just did it. The basement floor of unfinished cement was cold against my belly as I lay with my face tucked in my elbows like a kid playing heads up seven up. I could sense the light getting closer, scanning up and down as it got nearer to us. Finally, it reached our block. The light was incredible and white. Even with my eyes shut tightly and shoved in my elbows I could tell that the room was lit up like an apple store though the light wasn’t directly on us yet. I know this, because when it was finally in our house it was blinding. It was so bright that I could see the bones of my arms through my eyelids and my skin. A truly haunting sensation.

The light passed and it took a while before anyone felt comfortable lifting their heads to look around. We all sat in silence contemplating what we had just experienced. No one was ready to speak. Everyone sat eyes pointed down thinking about their life and their inevitable death. The light would continue to come, sweeping the neighborhoods, scanning our block every 5 to 10 minutes. How long could we keep this up? I was starting to get a sinking feeling in my gut. This was it. We were just stalling the inevitable.

I heard one of the couples near me speaking to each other, faces still on the cold cement. One of their voices whispered in defeat, “This is it. They have decided this is enough. We are a cancer on this earth and they are wiping us out with radiation. They’re killing us like cancer cells.”

Another white light came and lingered. Heat radiated through me…. And then I woke up.

[somethingthatsaysbubbles]

I posted 11,572 times in 2022

That's 8,618 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (0%)

11,519 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 208 of my posts in 2022

#twitch - 14 posts

#twitchstreamer - 13 posts

#edward nashton x reader - 13 posts

#twitchtv - 13 posts

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#arcane - 13 posts

#the riddler x reader - 13 posts

#twitchgamer - 12 posts

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#stream - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#this request was on my brain so hard i hope anon can forgive me for switching it up a little

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

10 Fandoms 10 Characters 10 Tags

Thank you @raemoriendi for the tag! 🖤 Way more than 10 characters, so I apologize, but I’m also not sorry.

Coral Island - Pablo. It’s a fandom of maybe like three people, so is it really a fandom? Probably not, but I’m here thirsting after the cute blacksmith anyway. Come into my house, and kiss me about it. 

@morvantmortuary - Maxi, Hex, and Rora. (Make me choose, I dare you.) If the Morvants have a million fans, I am one of them. If the Morvants have ten fans, I am one of them. If the Morvants have only one fan, that is me. If the Morvants have no fans, that means I’m dead. If the world is against the Morvants, I am against the world. Is this a fandom? It is in my heart, and that’s what matters. 

MCU - Baron Helmut Zemo. Don’t talk to me about Thunderbolts, I’m angy.

The Alienist - Laszlo Kreizler. Love of my life. Instant joy. I wrote a fanfic about him. It was pretty good.

MCU - Jack Russell from Werewolf by Night. I’ve only had this man for 53 minutes, but if anything happened to him I’d burn Marvel to the ground. (I wanna write something for him, but with what free time? Let’s be honest.)

The Addams Family - Morticia and Gomez Addams. Chillest fandom ever. We all just see the Addamses and collectively say “Yeah, I’ll reblog that.” Beautiful. (Legally, I can’t choose between them. Those are my parents.)

The Sandman - Dream of the Endless. I just think he’s neat.

Star Wars - Cassian Andor. I’m not super involved in the fandom, but like I’m still a massive Star Wars nerd. I even went to Galaxy’s Edge, disneybounding as Darth Maul/a generic Sith. (Check out my Instragram somethingthatsaysbubbles for proof.)

Arcane - Viktor. I need Season 2. I need it. Viktor is a comfort character, don’t ask me why. It says nothing about who I am as a person. I promise.

The Batman - Paul Dano’s Riddler. He’s disgusting and vile and pathetic, and I love him.

Bonus: Stranger Things - Eddie Munson. If you know, you know. 🖤

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@burritoni @lorna-d-m @trelaney @rosemaremembrance @maximoffwxnda @bruhlsbees @lightinthedarkuniverse @spookyspiderboiii @scuttle-buttle @eldritchcircus and anyone else who’s interested!

5 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#4

I HOPE SILCO DOSENT BECOME A HYPERFIXATION I SWEAR BEACUSE I AM NOW A SILCO AND DANILE BEUHL SIMP

This reply is so fucking late, and I'm so sorry <3 Forgive me, for I have sinned, but, boy howdy, I hope you are sinning. I'm not a Silco simp, but you have every right to be. Live your best life, bestie.

8 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#3

That feel when you have a GI appointment tomorrow (after 4 months of waiting), and the referral department cancels it because the GI department needs time to review your paperwork because your insurance changed, even though everything else is the same...If you need me, I’ll just be over here... 

13 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

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My #1 post of 2022

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Thanks for the tag @morvantmortuary

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