#Taffy writes

[taffycandyqt]

Hola my dear friend I've crawled from the depths of the infinite hole I live in to submit this request to one of the best young writers I know.

The 2003 turtle boys (you can add April and Casey if you want but don't feel pressured to!) with a female reader who's always sleepy, no matter the time or place she's always napping, on the floor, in the fridge whenever it's hot, etc... While also suddenly falling asleep during the most random moments (remember Ace from One Piece? Same thing, excepts in serious fights the adrenaline keeps her up) only that she doesn't take Purple Dragons and Foot soldiers seriously so yup she may fall face first in the middle of a battle, she also does the same when training, overall she barely trains or fights because of that, sometimes she just doesn't want to and just watch the turtles fight while eating popcorn. But one day let's say the Shredder attacks, and like always he beats the turtle easily, THAT'S when she finally decides to join in the fight, and she just??? Holds her own??? Like she doesn't beat him but puts up a really good fight, lowkey gets Shredder to struggle against her and may give him some scars, then when the fight us over and the turtle are like 'wtf??' She just shrugs and falls face first to the floor, asleep, and then never elaborate on that again.

Dwaaaaaa your so sweet😭 you literally got me giggling and kicking my feet🤭🤭🤭 also this request is fricking hilarious and I love it, thank you.🩷

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Awww sleepy?

Normally you fall asleep at any point, even in battle. So how the heck are you not dead when Shredder is going at you?

2003 all x gn reader

Headcannons

Fluff, crack

You sleep a lot.

Honestly a lot is an understatement.

So much so that you make the turtles wonder if you actually choose to sleep as much as you do or if your just nocturnal.

You fall asleep so suddenly it scares them sometimes.

Heck, you'll be in the middle of a conversation and then just double over completely knocked out.

Because of this no one knew you fight.

I mean, how could they? Your always asleep.

So when shredder comes rearing his ugly head, it's safe to say that the turtles, April, and Casey were all very concerned with your safety.

You were too obviously, but, not as much as they were.

It got kinda annoying actually.

They kept tag teaming shredder whilst simultaneously dragging out out of the way

Like what the heck?

You can help!

You kept trying to tell them to stop it and to go at him all at once but they just wouldn't listen.

So, that left it up to you to occupy him until Splinter got here.

No biggie(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Okay so it was a little biggie.

Turns out you can hold your own pretty well against Shredder but not for very long.

The amount of dodging, ducking, and attempts at hitting were getting to you.

Not to mention this man is buff as crap.

Any punch you caught our slash you grabbed put a shock through your entire arm!

IT WAS LIKE SHOOTING A FLIPPING GUN!

COULD SPLINTER GET HERE ANY SLOWER!?

Unbeknownst to you, your friends has started to come to.

Where they in any condition to help you?

Gosh no.

But they saw you. And the only thing running through their minds in that moment was...

When the heck did you get that good?

You. Who doesn't train.

You. Who once fell asleep so suddenly on the stairs April though you could have a blood problem.

You. Who would fall asleep during battles with the purple dragons

Is somehow you, who has been holding your own against Shredder, for the past while knows how long.

Eventually Splinter does get there, and just in the nick of time.

You body gave out almost immediately after he took the reigns.

Still, you'd kept Shredder in one place so 👏👏👏

Safe to say, that after that day the others had a bit more respect for you.

If course they still didn't trust you to be by yourself on a normal day in the event that you pass out in traffic.

But they trusted your abilities waaaaaay more after that day.

[ghcstao3]

street photographer ghost who has mastered taking the perfect candid photos without ever getting caught. he just has an eye for subjects, both mundane and unique in style, and he enjoys his work. it's just that simple.

soap is one of those subjects. there's something naturally captivating about him, the way he carries himself and seemingly bends the world to his will all around him, and ghost wastes no second doing what he does best—candids that frame their subject like they're the centre of the universe even when any other passerby might blink and miss those singular moments.

except—as ghost snaps a few more photos and briefly glances at the raw images, he sees that the man he'd been taking pictures of is looking directly down the barrel of the lens by the end of the set of photos, a grin on his face, hand blurred in a wave in the frozen frames ghost had captured.

when he puts the camera down, he sees the man still waving at him from across the street before he's quickly glancing both ways and jogging across to meet ghost.

"almost didn't see you," he breathes.

ghost bites back a that's the point, instead focusing on carefully tucking his camera back into its bag.

"i'm sorry," ghost eventually apologizes. "i'll delete them if—"

"the opposite, actually," the man cuts in. "i wanted to see them."

ghost tenses. the rare times he's been caught out usually don't... result in this. "really?"

"mhm." another bright grin. "i'm soap, by the way. or—john, if you're lookin' to be all formal like."

pulling his camera back out, ghost cocks an eyebrow. "soap?"

soap shakes his head. "don't worry about it." he winks. "unless we meet again."

ghost snorts. captivating had certainly been the right word to describe soap.

"why don't we see if you even like the photos first, yeah?"

[writingwithfolklore]

"We're all imposters and we all don't know what to do except write the next sentence." - Taffy Brodesser-Akner

[panienkazokienka]

"Thank you for being nice to me when no one else was. I did notice. It's just that your mom was so heinous that I'd already decided that you were too. You're the type of person who usually bullies me or looks right through me. But you didn't. You actually went out of your way to try to tell people I was part of your family. You really actually wanted me to be your sister. You are, you know? You are my sister. You're a great person, Taff. And I'm sorry I hurt you. I love you."

[untitled5071]

your drabble of taffy meeting the creature earlier on the film makes me want to see those two being friends. but also taffy realising the creature likes lisa but lisa is too focused on michael to notice. catch her putting some colour on his face and painting his nails. she makes him watch romantic films to give him ideas on how to win lisa over

I'm glad you liked the last one! I have no idea of you meant for this to be a request but I took it as one anyway, please enjoy some Creature/Taffy bonding time!

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“Okay, the next thing we have to work on is your nails, because no offense, but judging by these cuticles I can absolutely tell that you were in the ground for a century and a half.”

The corpse across from her grunted in indignation, but the effect was skewed by the blush that dusted his cheeks and the fluffy pink scrunchie that was currently holding his hair back. 

Taffy rolled her eyes teasingly and held out her hand, gesturing for the creature to give her his. He complied, and she grabbed the manicure kit she had gotten for Christmas the year before and got to work, pushing his cuticles back gently and cleaning up his nail beds as best she could while her TV announced the next music video it would be playing behind her.

They were sitting on the floor of Taffy’s bedroom; Lisa had gone out for a snack run and left her step sister alone with her secret undead companion, and Taffy hadn’t hesitated to use the opportunity to give the creature in her sister’s closet some much-needed pampering.

 He had protested the idea until Taffy had told him it would make him look more presentable for Lisa, and soon he was reluctantly sitting cross-legged in front of her on her bright teal carpet while Taffy tried and failed to find a foundation shade that matched his pallid skin. 

The process of applying makeup hadn’t lasted long since the creature wanted to remain as natural (unnatural?) as possible, and soon Taffy was taking his hand in hers and applying a base coat of nail polish onto his left hand while he watched curiously. Her TV was tuned into MTV, and she could see Creature stare at it for short bursts at a time before looking away, slightly overwhelmed by the colors, sounds and images he was being exposed to for the first time. 

Taffy hummed along as she fixed up his nails, and when she finished up the left hand she mimed blowing on it and told him to copy her, which he did as she moved onto the right hand, ignoring the stitches as she got started. 

A few minutes of silence lapsed between them; the creature was probably still a little unsure of whether or not he should be hanging around with her; they had a shaky introduction, but he seemed harmless enough to Taffy and she was just happy that someone was around for her sister in a way she herself had never quite been able to despite her best efforts, so he was okay in her book. And Taffy was clearly the family member that Creature had the least amount of disdain towards, so they had formed a tentative friendship, one that Taffy was currently trying to strengthen with this little makeover. 

Deciding to break the silence, she looked up into the corpse’s bewildered eyes and smiled, tearing him away from his staring contest with Billy Idol in the “Rebel Yell” music video.

“Don’t even think about getting bleached, buddy. Blonde would not be a good look for you.”

He grunted again, slightly offended, but she waved him off.

“Let’s rap. When did you first get the hots for Lisa?”

His grunt pitched up in surprise, and he gave her a look that was somehow sheepish, guilty and mortified all at once. 

“Dude, it’s totally obvious. You aren’t subtle AT ALL, I think everyone but Lisa herself can see that you’re totally smitten.”

His cheeks darkened under the artificial blush she had given him, and she nodded sagely. 

“Told you. So, when did it happen? When you got reanimated?”

The creature shook his head and pointed out an arched path with his left hand. 

“Oh, before? When you were still in the ground?”

He nodded, and Taffy whistled, impressed. 

“Damn, that’s some dedicated crush. Who knew grave tending was such a good way to meet guys?”

The creature snorted out a laugh, and Taffy raised a well-plucked eyebrow inquisitively. 

“So when are you going to tell her that you’re head over heels, huh? Frankly I think she should have noticed ages ago, but she’s always needed a bit more help in matters of love than most people and she won’t take my word for it, so you’re probably going to have to do some show and tell before she gets it.”

He hummed distractedly, his blush still very much present as he thought about ways to woo Taffy’s stepsister. She finished up his right hand and took his left again, his brow sill deeply furrowed in thought as she picked up the bottle of black nail polish that she had gotten for the Miss Tristate Teen Halloween pageant and began applying it to his now-dry nails. 

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head, you know. If you need any help we can go raid her VHS collection, I know she’s got some rom coms in there that you could get some inspiration from.”

He groaned in agreement, eyebrows still scrunched together. Taffy rolled her eyes fondly at the lovesick, oblivious idiot in front of her. 

“But you know, you probably don’t need much help. She may not realize it yet, but I can tell she’s got feelings for you, too. I don’t have to be an I.P. for that, I just know. I haven’t seen her talk or smile this much since I met her, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that she’s turning heads in the hallway. That’s all you, and I’m sure she’ll realize it eventually. Just so long as you keep doing what you’re doing and practically worshiping the ground she walks on, she’ll figure it out. I promise.”

She switched to his other hand as the creature absorbed her words, and when she looked up he grunted, the words lost but the message clear. 

Thank you. 

She beamed at him. 

“You’re welcome. Just don’t break her heart, or else I’m going to put you back in the ground for good this time, okay?”

She said it brightly, but her eyes were anything but joking. Creature’s own widened in turn and he shook his head vigorously and with complete conviction. Taffy nodded, satisfied. 

“Now hold still or you’re going to mess me up.”

The corpse complied, letting Taffy get back to work. She hummed along to the music video playing behind her, and she was just about to put the finishing touches on his thumb when the front door opened and shut under them, and the sound of combat booted feet trampling up the stairs caught their attention. A few seconds later, Lisa poked her head into Taffy’s bedroom door, arms laden with candy bags and eyes bright. 

“Oh, hey guys! Are you doing makeovers?”

“Yep! Come join us, though I should warn you I require payment for my services in the form of Bottlecaps.”

Lisa smiled and walked into the room, handing the previously mentioned candy to Taffy before plopping down next to her corpse, patting the top of his head before taking a look at the spread of self-care items before them. 

While Lisa was absorbed in her examinations, Taffy absolutely did not miss the absolutely adoring eyes the creature was turning her way, nor the way his longing practically radiated off of him in waves. She grinned, and the corpse looked up and caught her eye. She winked at him and gave him a quick double thumbs-up out of Lisa’s view, and his eyes widened, before he relaxed slightly and gave her a shy, conceding smile. 

The moment was interrupted by Lisa straightening, her hands wrapped around the same bottle of nail polish Taffy had just finished using on the Creature. 

“Oooh, can you do mine? I didn’t even know you had black in your collection and I’m awful at doing my own right hand.”

Taffy smiled, utterly delighted at the idea of helping her sister out with a fresh coat of paint. She stretched out her hand and Lisa took it, fingers spread as she bounced a little. The goth looked over at her undead companion as Taffy began painting, and when she noticed his nails her smile widened. 

“Hey, look at that. We’re gonna match!”

He beamed at her in turn, his devotion lined in every crease of his face, and Lisa scooted slightly closer to him, their thighs pressed together. 

Taffy turned her attention to her work, just barely keeping the smile off of her own face. 

They’ll figure it out. Eventually. 

[aghostlybao]

kinda just want a fic of lisa protecting taffy from every bad thing post the movie because that’s her ✨ sister ✨

taffy whose ready to go off with some sketchy dude gets stood up because of lisa like ʕʘ‿ʘʔ “scram.” but then ‘anonymously’ buys taffy a milkshake so she doesn’t feel too dejected about getting stood up.

but also taffy feeling guilty over everything, thinking she didn’t do enough to prevent those things from happening. her being kind to everyone else but herself. ends up doing what lisa used to do and sits by lisa’s grave to talk to her. saying how she finally gets why lisa used to do the same back then. pls imagine taffy telling her gravestone “sometimes i feel like you’re watching over me” scene cuts to lisa literally watching her from the shadows with an axe.

but also the idea of taffy having a goth bff is so important to me. cause sunshine and sunshine protector. they have a sun and moon necklace that she now wears with the rosary lisa gave her. taffy watches horror movies with them even though she gets easily scared because they love horror movies. in return they watch every sappy romcom with her. taffy healing. lisa ready to chop anyone who dares to hurt her precious sister. idk what im talking about…i absolutely loved the movie and their sister bond.

[beetlesanbutterflies]

Rip Lisa and Taffy Swallows, you would have loved the My Sister the Vampire books

[hyper-pixels]

Option 1: The MC was turned into a vampire as a child (can or can't be your fault for being caught). Set during modern times. You have a an old police dog and a car to be your friends. You're searching for your family (brother and father) and looking for answers as to why this happened to you. You can have different motivations for what you want (such as revenge, to get humans back in power/see them as weaker, feel you have no reason, etc)

Option 2: You're an AI with no memory of the past. You pass as human. You live after the war of Earth, Mars and Centauri B (where you're from) and live with another AI bot. Unfortunately, you have a sentient virus hellbent on taking your body for it's own. Claiming your body was built for it. You and a rag-tag team of bandits (an amnesiac human and their loyal body guard and a hacker you've never met in person). Very Cyberpunk/Solarpunk vibes. (Was briefly on Itch.io as You, The Cursed/Copper Bones if it sounds familiar. Yes, I was the author of it.)

Option 3: The MC is from a zombie apocalypse and details you dealing with grief/loneliness while looking for your mother. Oh yeah, you're being hunted by an intelligent green-eyed zombie and nobody believes you. I also wanna touch on the topic of "what would you give to survive" rather than "what will you take to survive." You have two friends who are doing their damnest to keep you up despite also feeling the toll of the apocalypse. (was briefly up on Choice Script under the title DOGMA, i was also the author of this)

[raineandsky]

this is the secret santa gift for @laffy-taffy-creations!

their prompt: "Hero that is a living weapon and past experiment, they run into Supervillain who taunts them calling them by their experiment name and Hero fighting to stay in control of their emotions so they don't accidentally cause any sort of diaster. Bonus points if there's someone (you pick) hiding in the shadows, eavesdropping, that part is optional though."

this was super fun, hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!!

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The hero’s hands had shook when the superhero announced their next assignment. When he’d placed a slim file in their hands, like they didn’t know the exact ins and outs of the place he was sending them to. There was a map on the front page that they didn't need.

The hero’s hands had shook as they meticulously unscrewed the little vent to shuffle their way inside. They’d been violated by the familiar stench of burning skin and cleaning chemicals, the sound of clanking metal and far-off, shrieking voices grating in their ears. Primal instinct had momentarily elbowed in front of duty, and they’d been halfway to abandoning the mission before remembering why they were here.

Let’s eradicate them. A small handwritten note left in the back of the hero’s file, as much of a kindness as an explicit push towards the superhero’s true goal. I think it’s what you deserve as much as they do.

The hero’s hands are shaking now, buried in the supervillain’s desk, as the office door clunks unlocked.

No one else but the supervillain could come in here really—the hero knows this—but their heart still sinks to see that it isn’t anyone else.

The supervillain pauses on the threshold, clearly reining in any blatant surprise before he speaks. He was always good at that—the only emotions he ever let them see was the disappointment of what they’d done wrong, or nothing at all.

“Q-5,” he says after a long moment, and the hero’s hands scrunch on paper at the name. “It is a delight to see you return to us.”

“That’s not my name,” the hero spits. Their voice trembles traitorously. “It’s [Hero] now.”

“Don’t be absurd.” The supervillain hums a laugh as he carefully closes the door behind him, like this is nothing more than a business meeting. “You are Q-5. No one gets to name you but me. You know this well, I’m sure.”

The hero does know this well. Any attempt of individuality here was met with an iron fist, quite literally. The relief of getting a name—a real, actual name—had been one of the biggest victories in their escape from this hell.

Hearing that so-called name again, that jumble of characters that mean nothing, that make them nothing, it’s– it’s—

The hero sucks down a long breath as the ceiling sprinkles dust over the room. Something deep in the building groans as if the hero’s tidal wave of emotion is boring it.

The supervillain’s gaze tilts to the shuddering pipes along the walls. Unbothered, vaguely amused.

“Q-5.” The supervillain’s voice is deceptively soft. It’s the tone of someone the hero’s about to want to be very far away from. They feel like a child again, an experiment slightly off canter, caught with their hand in the biscuit tin reserved for the scientists. “I see the power I gave you is strengthening.”

The supervillain takes a step closer and the hero takes one back without thinking. Their wrists bash painfully against the drawer in their haste.

Power. That’s all it is with the supervillain. Power, strength, violence. How can we make you better when you were such a mistake? How can I make you into who I intended? You came out wrong, but I can’t let another failure go to waste. How do I give you true power? Power. Power power power power power power—

A crack snaps its way into the floor underneath the supervillain. The hero heaves another unwilling breath. Control is difficult when their destruction is ruled by the lawless waves of emotion.

“I came here,” the hero says slowly, “to stop you.”

They grit their teeth, as if that will quell the quaking tightness in their chest. It doesn’t, not really, but at least the building stops shaking. The supervillain admires the gash underfoot like it’s a piece of art and not a consequence of what he created.

“I would love to see you try.” The supervillain smiles, the expression calculated. “Take whatever you’ve found. I’m sure it’ll be useful for your little mission.”

The hero falters, their gaze drawn to their hands. They didn’t realise that they’d held onto some of the papers in their rush to put space between them. The supervillain steps to the side to give the hero a straight escape to the door.

He’s letting them leave. It’s a trick. It’s a test. Will you try to get away from something that will never leave you no matter how far you run? Or will you accept that you belong here, as nothing more than a half-failed experiment and a muddle of uncontrollable feelings?

The hero takes a step towards the door. The supervillain doesn’t move. They take another. Another. Another.

The supervillain practically smirks when the hero gets to the door, like this is exactly what he planned. “Don’t think your departure now means you’re escaping, Q-5,” he says lightly. “I know you’ll be back. You cannot truly run from this place. From me.”

The building rumbles underfoot. Shouts rise distantly. The hero forces themself to stare him in the face as they forcibly stamp their flare of hatred down. Then they swing the door open to make their escape.

Someone stumbles into the office as the door she was leaning against abandons her. She quickly rights herself with an awkward clearing of her throat. 

“I was trying to find the source of the disturbances,” she explains hurriedly. “It seemed the worst of the earthquake was coming from here.”

The hero recognises her. A villain. Bright, eager, forever in the supervillain’s shadow. She probably thinks she’s safely detached from the supervillain’s insane experiments. The hero thought that too, once. It was only when he ran out of test subjects that he turned his interest to them.

The hero pushes past her before they can see any more of their lost self in her. The building rumbles in agreement as they mindlessly break for the exit. 

-

“This will be vitally useful, [Hero],” the superhero says with a smile when they lay the crumpled papers on his desk, “you’ve brought us a step closer to ending [Supervillain]’s reign. Thank you.”

The hero is just glad it’s over. 

But when the superhero approaches a week later, a file in his hand and a grim look on his face, the hero finds the floors shaking with revulsion under their feet.

[sourtomatola]

Taking Candy for a fool chapter 10

You looked down into the dark room where three giant gift boxes sat.

“E-eclipse, I don’t think that’s a good idea, they said Marionette reacted weird to them the other day…” Sun frowned.

Eclipse waved his hand before making the friend’s sign to you.

He shook his head and took you hand, bringing you into the room where the taffy creatures resided. He tapped on the puppet’s box rhythmically. The puppet popped out cheerfully and waved at you.

You waved back nervously, seeing the second box of the marionette peeking out at you, like they did the other day.

You anxiously looked between Eclipse and the peeking golden eyes. Eclipse smiled and said they liked you. You found that a little hard to believe, but they haven’t attacked you yet, so you supposed it was a good sign. When you and the marionette locked eyes, they quickly hid away again. Which was surprising consider the last time you two locked eyes, they came out and stared at you unabashedly.

“they’re shy, but they like you.” Eclipse signed.

While you were staring at the box, soft sticky arms came around and hugged you from behind. You yelped in shock as a tacky feeling pillow closed around you.

You face flushed at the feeling of gooey taffy hugging you and you resisted flinching when the puppet mask came down and looked at you in the eyes. “H-hey there…p-puppet…” You said nervously.

Puppet, to your surprise, began to sing softly. At least, you think that was what was happening. You heard another voice from somewhere and looked back to see Marionette peeking out again. They were singing softly as well.

You a deep dark feeling filled you when the Nightmarionne’s box stirred. It wasn’t’ like the other day, with a jolt and bump here and there though. It was a slowly moving as the lid bloomed open like a deadly flower. Out sprouted black and white stripped tentacle’s, smooth and thin, shimmering with smooth chewy sugar.

A whimpered slipped out of your mouth but Eclipse quickly stifled it with his hand. You flashed your eyes to him in shock, but he soon silently explained.

“Don’t interrupt the lullaby, it’s what’s keeping them nice.” He motioned out and pointed to Nightmarionne.

You watched anxiously as Nightmarionne showed themselves, tentacles and sharp hardened bits of taffy fingertips formed dangerous claws that waved in a dance to the lullaby the other taffy being’s sang. His monochrome mask decoration matching the other doll’s, but he was gangly, sharp, with tiny razor teeth in his gaping mouth.

You stood motionless as you watched the soft gentle dance and song of the taffy puppets.

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Anniversary Present (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: slight dubcon, manipulation, minor character death, blood, past stalking

“I’m hungry,” complained Victor. 

Henry glanced at the vampire, then into his side mirror. “I’m driving.”

“So pull over.”

“I can’t,” he protested. “There’s no place to park.” They had circled the lot once already, but there were no spots. If Victor hadn’t insisted on spending the weekend at the beach of all places, this wouldn’t have happened.

“It’s a Friday evening on a holiday,” he explained. “It’ll be a while.” Victor grumbled, but at least he seemed placated. 

It had been three years since Victor ‘claimed’ him like some sort of stalker, and Henry hadn’t been able to shake him. Now he was stuck with Victor, and sometimes he could fool himself into normalcy. Like some kind of fucked-up sitcom. See the vampire and his unwilling roommate, every evening at 7pm on FOX! Or something. Henry didn’t watch cable.

“Look,” said Victor, “there’s a spot.”

“Finally,” groaned Henry. Another car came down the aisle, and he put on the turn signal and waited for them to pass so he could pull in. But instead, the BMW swerved into the spot, nearly dinging him in the process. Asshole.

Victor hissed. 

“Don’t,” Henry said. “It’s literally okay.” 

Victor sighed. “Fine.” 

Eventually, they found a spot in another lot, but there was a fee. Henry grumbled as Victor drank an evening snack from him. What a jerk, and of course it was a BMW. Brand new, too. Henry thought of his 20 year old beater and tried not to be jealous.

Whatever.

Victor had made reservations to a nice restaurant on the boardwalk for the two of them, which was hilarious. Victor could eat human food, it just did nothing for him except taste good. He was always dragging Henry to fancy places.

The perks of having a rich vampire eat off him, he supposed.

Victor disappeared after paying for dinner, with a promise to meet him at the rental later. Typical. 

But Henry had a little cash to burn, and the boardwalk was fun. He ate frozen custard (peanut butter and chocolate) and looked at ridiculously priced swimsuits on sale. He watched people come in and out of novelty stores, and got himself a box of saltwater taffy. It was nice, he thought, as a charming family went into the amusement park.

Of course, the downside to this little vacation was Victor. He was going to do something this weekend, he could feel it. 

Henry was a snack, a little amusement that Victor liked to keep under his thumb.

Henry hated when Victor dragged home a meal.

He shuddered, the warm night air suddenly suffocating. He took another bite of his frozen custard and told himself not to think about it.

He got to the rental house hours later (after somehow mixing up where he’d parked) and Victor was there as promised. 

“So,” said Victor, “there’s this cute little diner in town. We should go there for breakfast.” 

“Yeah, sure.”

Victor frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I guess. Just tired.” 

“Oh. Well, the bedroom on the right is yours. Goodnight.” Suspicious.

“‘Night.” The drive was pretty draining, so Henry fell asleep quickly.

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Victor dragged him to the diner around nine. He looked a little funny dressed in pants and a hoodie in this weather, but it was sunny out and, well, vampire.

Henry woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. He ordered a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage and it was divine.

Victor bid him a good day after breakfast and went to sleep. Henry took the opportunity to spend the rest of the day at the beach. It was a great weather out, and he swam in the ocean a couple times before making it back to the rental. He even splurged and got some barbeque from a place on the boardwalk for lunch.

But soon the sun would be down, and Victor would be hungry. He headed back to the rental house.

After the feeding, he was more worn out than usual. He hadn’t been on a vacation in a while, and he’d forgotten how tiring it was to relax. He went to sleep soon after.

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“Henry. Hey, Henry!” Victor whispered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“What?” Victor’s red eyes glowed down at him. Victor flashed him a toothy grin. He glanced at the clock. Midnight. And why could he smell pizza?

“I got you a present.” 

“Huh?” 

“Just come see!” Henry stumbled into the living room and flipped the switch.

“Oh my god!”

A guy was tied up and gagged in the middle of the floor. Pizza boxes sat on the table, with a bunch of booze and soda. The man made a frantic sound from behind the gag.

“What the fuck?” he said. Victor flopped on the couch. He titled his head and grinned.

“It’s the man who cut you off earlier. And I also got dinner and that novelty soda you like. The one that tastes like sour candy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Fuck. Again? Victor had never been caught before, but this was insane. 

Why was his life like this? Ugh. Whatever.

He crossed the room and took a slice of pizza. It was amazingly good, actually. It really was true that the best New York style pizza was in New Jersey. He ignored Mr. BMW struggling against the ropes.

He twisted off the cap to the soda and some vodka. He was gonna need it. Henry turned back to the scene to see Victor teasing Mr. BMW. Muffled shouts came from behind the gag.

Henry knew how scary it was, seeing a vampire for the first time. But he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was normal, now.

“I think he wants to say something,” grinned Victor. He plucked the gag from Mr. BMW.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between them. “Please don’t kill me!” he sniffed. Henry shifted, uncomfortable.

“You’re not sorry,” snarled Victor, “You’re just sorry you got caught. Nobody gets to be an asshole to my human. Nobody.”

“It’s just a parking spot, Victor. Not a big deal.” Victor turned to him. He shrank back. 

“You don’t get to decide that,” he said. 

“What-”

“I’m making your life better. Remember that boss you hated? I took care of it. And now you don’t hate your job. This is for you, Henry.” He yanked the man’s hair, baring his neck. 

He sank his teeth into the man, drinking long and deep. Henry’s mind whirled. Had Victor really been killing off everyone who was mean to him? 

Victor finished, the man’s head lolling. 

“Look at him,” purred Victor, voice husky. “He’s still alive. Think he’ll chalk it up to a dream, or pass on to the next life?”

He came close, blood smeared over his mouth. He stepped right up to Henry, taking his chin in hand.

Henry whimpered.

“Don’t be scared,” cooed Victor against his lips. Victor kissed him, copper on his tongue. 

What was happening?

Victor pulled away, pupils blown. His cool hand came to rest on his ass.

“Victor-” he started, but for some reason he couldn’t, didn’t, pull away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. A curl of heat smoldered in Henry’s gut. “Three years,” continued Victor, “and I never told you that. Isn’t that strange?”

“Ye- yeah.” Victor pressed a kiss to his throat, mouthing up to just under his jaw.

“Wait-” he said, regaining himself. Victor paused, pulling away. “All those restaurants, all those presents, were- were they-”

“Dates? Yeah,” admitted Victor. “You needed a stronger hint.”

Fuck. He’d seen the way Victor looked at him, the way he waited in the car under a blanket for hours just for Henry to get off work. He thought it was just hunger, and it was, but it was more than that. And Victor was attractive, and mostly kind-

The dying man behind them groaned.

And it was too much. “I don’t want this,” he whispered. Victor stepped away, turning from him.

“Please,” said Henry, “I’m sorry-”

“No, you’re not,” said Victor. His heart sank. Victor was finally going to kill him. 

But then Victor turned, and he didn’t look mad at all. 

“It’s okay,” he said, stepping close again. And his eyes, they were so pretty now. So big and deep, and what was he thinking about? “You just need a little nudge.”

Oh yeah. 

Victor was attractive, and mostly kind, and took him to places he never could have afforded and-

He snorted. His life was already so goddamn weird.

“Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re going anywhere,” said Henry. “Might as well make the most of it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” agreed Victor. 

Victor kissed him again, and they fumbled their way to the couch. He wanted Victor, and he wanted him now, witness be damned.

The man was dying anyway.

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Henry woke up the next morning in a great mood. Last night was just… incredible. It was so obvious, he couldn’t believe he missed it.

He snuggled back into Victor’s cool arms. 

Sure, it was fucked up, but who cared? Victor was hot and financially stable (aka rich as hell) and took care of him.

It just made sense.

Maybe he could get a nice car if he asked Victor.

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He was a genius. Just a little nudge. Wasn’t even cheating, really. Charming never worked for so long.

Henry still had his personality the whole night, so it didn’t even count as Charming him. Just a tiny, itty bitty nudge, and his precious little human had finally given in to his wooing. They had a wonderful night of pizza, drinking, and sex. 

So good.

Draining that pesky little boyfriend four years ago had finally paid off. 

He was an asshole anyway.

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Trick or Treat Troubles

Date: November 1st, 2131

Later in the day there was some trouble sorting out a way to get my friends to HomeTown. Mostly since I failed to realize that none of the many, many cars my family owns can effectively fit more than 5 people. (You'd think with a family with four kids, we might have at least one van but... There's never been a dire need for it.) Papa called went to call Puncle Sans, since he was going to be chaperoning us, though knowing Sans, there was a low chance of that happening. (He didn't, by the way, Kris ended up being our chaperone.)

While that was going on, I tried talk to Spamton a bit about earlier when one of the Askers brought up the Addisons again. Even if I tried to tell him that at least Flash seemed to care about and miss him, it seemed no use. Spamton didn't want to listen. It's almost like he just, didn't want to accept or believe they even COULD care about him... Sigh. Well, nothing I can do about that right now, nor could I last night, and by that point Papa had come back off the phone with the news that Kris would pick us up and chaperone us.

Spamton's introductions to my friends didn't exactly go as planned. How do I explain what a Darkner is without telling them about the Dark World? Didn't help that all of them noticed the supposed lack of a soul. (It's something I noticed when first meeting Spamton too. I hadn't really paid it much mind though and even less learning that Spamton and Jevil weren't Monsters and thus of course wouldn't have Monster souls.) What also didn't help was Spamton seemingly disliked all of them from the start, despite meeting them just moments ago. (I figured out why later in the night, we'll get there.) After both Blane and Blaze first mistaking Spamton for a toy (which, to be fair, he DOES look like one), by the time Neil got in the car and also commented on it, we decided to wait until we picked up Taffy to introduce him a third a time.

Even after we picked up Taffy, there was a bit more chaos because of the Askers antagonizing Spamton... Gyeeeeeh... Eventually though, we did get to HomeTown, where we met up with CK and Jevil and tried to introduce/explain Spam and Jev to my friends while still hiding the whole, you know, Dark World thing. (Also at this point, I was starting to think this was a bad idea, but for some reason tried to keep going. Hooray blind optimism!)

Once CK and Jevil came out (and my friends also commented on Jevil also seeming like a living toy, which led to the possibility of more secret bosses like Jev and Spam being mentioned and Kris glaring at multiple people...) I had to stop CK before he let it slip what Spamton and Jevil actually were as we fumbled tried to give some explanation. (Yeah. Yeah this was a very, very bad idea.) Eventually, we sort of explained them as like, our deadbeat uncles who were staying with us because... Trauma? I- Kris was able to help us out a bit more.

"Do any of you guys have an uncle?" All of us raised our hands. I know CK and I have uncles because we're cousins, I also know all my friends have at least one uncle, even if they might not all be the closest to said uncles. "Are any of them deadbeats? Kris continued. All of us except Blane lowered our hands. I'm pretty sure all of my friends and I had lost track of the times Blane had mentioned he had an uncle in prison or who got kicked out for a drinking problem or something. All unsure which uncle he was talking about. (Blaze has a theory it's all the same uncle.)

Kris turned to Blane. "Okay, lightning kid-"

"Blane." Blane corrected.

"Blane." Kris repeated "Has your uncle ever been locked up or lived on the street, gotten involved in any... bad stuff? Be that substances or other stuff?"

"Hmm... Well my dad's brother has been in jail a few times for stuff my mom wouldn't tell me but my dad said it was because he was a 'junkie'? (Whatever that means...)"

I think the rest of us all knew what that means. I mean, I know it because Papa explained it to me once as "SOMEONE WHO'S NOT BAD, NECESSARILY, BUT HAS COME TO DEPEND ON BAD STUFF LIKE DRUGS AND BEEN LED DOWN A BAD PATH BECAUSE OF IT." After which Papa had to explain what drugs were to me. (Basically stuff like medicine that people take when they're not sick because it makes them feel good.)

"Means he did drugs, go on." Kris answered before Blane continued.

"And then my mom's brother was in a cult I think."

"You know I should've started with a cult comparison."

".. CAN WE REALLY CALL THE... YOU-KNOW-WHO A CULT?" CK cut in. It was a good question, even after going on a Dark World adventure of our own and encountering another like Spamton and Jevil, neither of us really know anymore about the... Well we only know them as the "strange someone".

"Yes, I'd say it's a pretty apt comparison. The most apt in fact." Kris replied before pointing to Spamton and Jevil while still looking at us kids. "Alrighty kids, basically, those two were in a cult."

"HE Y!" Spamton exclaimed, offended.

"Shut up you know I'm right." Kris quickly shut Spamton down before turning back to us again. "They were in a cult and made a lot of bad decisions and at some point me and my friends had to fight them (and three others) after they were abandoned and now, Chicago's dad is dead set on helping them so that's why they're now staying with Chicago and CK. Alright? Any questions?"

I mean, I had a few. Mostly about the three others Kris mentioned. I've know that there's been others other than Spamton and Jevil for a while, but I still don't know a lot about them. Kris seems hesitant to acknowledge their existence, much less talk about them. Even still, Blaze was the first one to raise her hand.

Blaze asked who abandoned them, which, oh boy. Loaded question. Luckily Kris handled it pretty well by saying that... pretty much everyone did. And like, they aren't wrong. From what I've seen that seems to be what happened... Still doesn't make it any better. After brushing aside Blaze's follow up question of "Why?" with an "It's a long story" (A classic adult way of saying "I don't want to get into that right now" which took me a while to learn, particularly after multiple people got annoyed when my response would be "I've got time" or "I like long stories"), Kris called on Neil who asked why they didn't seem to have souls. Another tricky question to answer.

"Some people's souls are harder to sense." Not the worst answer, there are ways for people to make their soul's harder to sense, generally through closing themselves off I think, but from my knowledge that only really applied to not being able to determine trait. Not making it seem like they didn't have a soul at all.

Regardless, it seemed to satisfy my friends, and we were able to get on with the night.

To Be Continued

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At least when/if I cap other works of Wally’s for icons…..I can cap hands…….

[untitled5071]

your taffy and creature quality time was super cute!! i’d absolutely love it if you could do an unrequited love oneshot of taffy falling for the creature whilst trying to help him woo lisa! (it’s okay if you don’t want to!)

This was such an interesting ask, I hope I did it justice! Writing the pining was easy because I, too, am in unrequited love with Creature, as I'm sure most of us are. I hope you enjoy!

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If Taffy had to watch them carry on like this for much longer, she would surely go insane. 

She was nestled on the far right end of the couch, Lisa's creature next to her and Lisa on the other side, all of them with their attention turned to the television as The Princess Bride played. 

It had been Taffy's suggestion; she had come home to see Creature (it was the only title that suited him, really, no name seemed to fully fit) trying to woo Lisa with his piano playing skills, and though Lisa was dancing and singing along (and when was the last time Taffy had heard Lisa sing? Had she ever?), it was clear that she was painfully oblivious to the undead man's affections, and would remain so until something was done about it. 

Taffy had stood there, watching Creature's fingers fly across the piano keys and ignoring the clenching in her heart before she decided that she would be the person to do something about this one-sided love, because come on, she was not going to let her sister ignore what was right in front of her.

Especially since Lisa seemed to be the only person who would be lucky enough to hold such a high standard in the corpse's unbeating heart. 

It would be a shame to let that much devotion go to waste. 

So she had loudly declared her presence (making both of them jump) and dictated that they should have a movie night, giving the other two no room to protest as she strode over to the television and turned it on, inviting them both to join her on the couch as she found the perfect movie. 

The second she saw Cary Elwes’ face, she knew there was only one correct choice of feature film for the evening. 

She snuck a glance at the two of them during the Shrieking Eels scene and saw that they were both totally entranced, Lisa by the movie Taffy knew she secretly loved and Creature by the fact that he was watching something as wonderous as a movie in general. 

As Buttercup was rescued, Taffy took a second to examine the reanimated corpse sitting next to her; he looked–for lack of a better word–more human than he had when she had first stumbled upon him, save for the stitched-on features she refused to think about the origins of and some intense purple eye bags. His hair flopped over on the right side of his head in dark waves that by all accounts should not look as soft as they did, and his eyes were a deep, intelligent blue, brimming with emotion and complexity as he watched the Man in Black scale the Cliffs of Insanity. 

She was sick of trying to pretend like she was still in denial about the feelings she had for him. 

In all honesty, it shouldn't even be a possibility; he was rotting in the ground not too long ago, and now he was sitting on the couch next to her, his knee slightly knocking into hers and making her heart flutter with every brush of contact. She was very much not into necrophilia, but the corpse to her right was so undeniably and deeply human despite his subzero body temperature that she couldn't help it. 

And his very obvious and intense emotional intelligence weren't making things any easier. 

Anyone with any sense regarding love could see how deeply smitten he was with Lisa. Well, everyone save for Lisa herself. He listened to her, really listened to her in a way that no one had since her mom had died (as much as Taffy tried, she knew she lacked a bit in that regard), and she could see the positive effect it was having on her introverted stepsister. Taffy has never seen her so empowered and talkative, and it was all thanks to the strange creature that had broken into their home.

Despite herself, Taffy wanted someone like that in her life. 

She wanted him. 

But alas, it was not to be, and as they watched the Man in Black enter into a battle of wits with the arrogant Vizzini to reclaim the princess, she saw Lisa lean her head on Creature's shoulder, and the cadavear blushed as much as a corpse could, and it didn't take a genius to see how much the simple gesture meant to the lovesick man. 

Suddenly feeling very restless, Taffy stood up from the couch, answering the inquiring looks from the two still on the couch with a dismissive arm wave and a smile. 

“I don't know where my manners were, we can't have a movie without snacks! You guys just hang tight, I'll be right back. Don't worry about pausing it, I've got this part memorized.”

She flashed another carefully rehearsed smile at the pair before hurrying off to the kitchen before either of them could answer or let her know what they wanted, separating herself from their clueless display. 

She busied herself with gathering a large bowl and setting some Jiffy-pop on the stove, and as it started to heat up she took a moment to give herself one of her famous pep talks, her voice drowned out by the creschendo of popping on the stove.

 

“C'mon Taff, you've got to get it together. You could have any guy you wanted, everyone says so. You've got a reputation to maintain, you can't go falling for a pathetic Victorian man who is very obviously and very permanently in love with your sister. And she deserves it; she hasn't been happy in a long time, and he's going to be able to give that to her, if she ever notices his very obvious hints. The good thing to do is just stay behind and let them have each other. They deserve that, at least. He's not for you.”

She sighed, giving the pan one last shake as if to shake herself out of the feelings she hadn't meant to fall into. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet and solem, secret as her heartache. 

“He's not for you.”

She poured the finished popcorn into the bowl and took a deep breath to center herself just like she did before any cheer routine, though somehow walking back into the room with Lisa and the Creature felt more daunting than being thrown into the air by her fellow cheerleaders. 

When she returned to the living room, a distraught Buttercup was squaring up with her latest captor now, and he revealed herself to be her beloved Westley with his cry of “As You Wish” as he stumbled down the ravine he was pushed into. Naturally, Buttercup flung herself in after him, and they landed at the bottom together as lovers reunited. 

And on the couch, Lisa was still pressed against the Creature, both of their eyes soft as they watched Westley rush to hold Buttercup. 

Her presence still unknown to the pair, Taffy pretended she didn't see the way Creature’s head turned the tiniest bit as if he wanted to kiss Lisa on the forehead, but decided against it. 

Westley's voice rang out from the TV, his tone even but his sincerity immense. 

“Death can not stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

It was almost too much; from her hidden spot in the threshold, Taffy saw Lisa and the Creature exchange a meaningful glance, both looking away and blushing as the two figures onscreen leaned in for a kiss. 

Taffy took that as her cue.

She strolled her way back into the room, plopping herself down and offering the bowl to her two companions while promptly ignoring the ache in her heart. 

Lisa deserves this. Taffy would just have to be content to find her own happiness somewhere else, even if it pained her.

It's what a good sister would do, after all. 

“So, who wants popcorn?”

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went back to see my old art cuz i was like "damn i couldve sworn i did more coffy content than this" and turns out i just wasnt tagging things as coffy what a fucking idiot am i