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cupcakeinat0r · 3 months ago

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Your middle-aged, loser Genetics professor who has a dad bod <3

Part 8

Miguel usually starts his day off by preparing a dark cup of coffee immediately after finally peeling himself out the bed. With droopy eyes and a five o’clock shadow, his husky figure stumbles into the kitchen, thirsty for caffeine. As he waits for the machine to do its magic, he’ll maybe run his hand through his dark, peppered, slept-on hair or take a moment to clean his glasses with the fibers of his sweats. Once the cup is prepared, the fresh scent of grinded coffee beans in the air, he’ll lean against his kitchen counter, sipping happily from his world’s best brain mug. He’ll relax for a moment, thinking about the material he’s planned for the day. Once he’s done, he’ll wash his cup, and start getting ready.

He left the suit about three years ago, taking up the job as professor of genetics and biochemistry at around the same time.

He’s been happy with his life here. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. It’s simple. Everything he wanted. All the domesticity that was missing in his life had been rediscovered once he hung the mask. It’s been the best decision he’s ever made.

He didn’t think things could get better until you came along. This gorgeous, smart, funny, sweet person that had him wrapped around their finger. And given his stature and age, he never would have thought you’d fallen, too.

So this morning looks a little different, and every morning since he’s met you, for that matter.

Miguel gets up from bed faster now, with you on his mind. Once he makes his way into the kitchen for his fix of coffee, he’s reminded of the dream, possibly a pornographic one, he had about you. He’s like a horny teenager all over again, with an ache between his legs that, now, only you can inflict on him, and it’s there every morning.

Miguel now uses the time that it takes for the coffee to drip to shoot you a good morning text, accompanied by multiple heart emojis. And of course, he takes a little longer to get ready in the mornings just because he wants to make sure he looks his absolute best for you.

Today, while sipping on his café, he remembers the conversation you two had. It was when you two had gone to his office after the library. And then he remembered the things he shared with you about his past life; how amazingly you took the dump of lore. Only a higher power would know what anyone else would’ve done or said after hearing things like that. He smiles to himself as he thinks about your one and only question/response to it all:

“Are you happy?”

The response itself was all that he needed to see if his feelings for you were valid, and these feelings have become the strongest thus far. Miguel doesn’t want to jinx it, but he thinks what he’s feeling is something a tad bit more serious than a simple crush, and that both excites and terrifies him.

While he gets ready for the day, he then thinks about the conversation prior to that. He meant everything he said last night about not having sex, but at the same time, he would want nothing more than to show you how much of a good man he can be to you, both in daily life and in bed. Even though he’s hard at the very thought of you, he also wants you to feel safe more than anything. Being with you is far more important than the needs of his dick.

The fact that you’re his student also sort of weighs in as well. Getting caught in a professor/student scandal on the last week of classes before you receive your masters would be disastrous. Thankfully (and surprisingly), no one has been suspicious of y’all this semester.

Honestly, Miguel is just looking forward to Summer, because for him, that means he gets to take you out and enjoy you every chance he gets.

For the last few days of classes, you tend to your exams and Miguel busies himself with his own work. You guys haven’t really been with each other, with the exception of passing each other in the halls. It hasn’t been easy on you at all, and even more so on Miguel. Let’s just say his office door has been spending more time locked than unlocked, and not to score papers. Thankfully, the walls are thick.

The day you take Miguel’s exam is the very last day of classes, and at this point, both of you are antsy to not only see but just feel each other. The tension in the air is thick, the text messages have become spicier, and on multiple occasions have the phone calls been so close to just becoming pure phone sex, but you and Miguel had to keep your distance. Just for this week, and afterward, y’all can do anything you desired. For now, you have to settle for the small touches and occasional eye contact during the exam.

That night when he dropped you off at your place, you half joked about him giving you a perfect score purely out of bias.

“I would never. I take my exams very seriously, for your information.” He responded smugly, his hairy forearm on the door of his car where the window would be. “Besides, you’re far too smart for that.“ His voice softens toward the end of his sentence, that lovesick smile he always gawks at you with on his face.

“I’m serious, Mig. I want an accurate grade.” You match his volume, leaning down onto the car window, face to face with him.

“Mama, I promise. I’m sure you’ll get a perfect score anyways, but on the off chance that you don’t,” he leans closer to, his breath on yours, “Maybe I’ll just have to give you more private sessions during the Summer.” You chuckle against his lips once they meet yours.

“You’re such a horndog.” The words are muffled by his lips and tongue. “Only for you.” He mumbles, unable to keep his mouth off of yours. Miguel really was hot n bothered by you all the time, but honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s your little loser after all.

The glances and “accidental” brushing of hands had definitely occurred before and during the exam. Emotionally, it kind of took y’all back to the beginning of the semester, when the feelings were first bubbling. Alas, you had to stay focused. Compared to your peers, you practically flying through it. Even though you spent half the time mingling during them (and making out), the tutoring actually helped in the end.

When it was time to submit your exam, you gave him a knowing look. All Miguel does is give you a smile, but one that was genuine and sweet. One that reassured you in the sentiment that he was going to score you accurately.

At the end of the day, you didn’t even care about what score you got, as long as Miguel nor you get in trouble. That’s all that mattered to you.

It’s later in the day, and you’re in your dorm. Tomorrow is your big day. The day you walk along the stage and take your master’s in your hand; physical proof of your knowledge and hardwork. You were also thinking about Miguel and what he’s up to, but what’s new.

You were thinking about how after your graduation, Miguel will no longer be your professor and you his student. You would just be two people who were absolutely crazy about each other, and you were looking forward to that.

You get a text from Miguel.

Missing my baby. Just thinking of you.

Aw, I miss my big teddy bear, too. What you up to?

Finished about 30% of these papers. Need to take a break, though. What if I came and picked you up?

And go where?

Home

I’m already at home, ya goof

I mean my home, but you absolutely don’t have to. We could go to the library or whatever you want.

No! I’d love to come over.

You sure?

Of course, I wanna see what other books I can steal from you

Only in this for the books, I see. Ouch.

Don’t be dramatic, you know that’s not true

Do I?

You gonna pick me up or not?

Putting my shoes on.

He had you kicking your feet. You were unsure if it was a good idea, but that didn’t stop it from being an extremely enticing one. You were just worried about someone seeing you enter his home, but otherwise, you would love to see where he lives, despite making the deal about not seeing each other until after graduation. This whole time, you’ve only gotten familiar with his office, and that’s only one small part of him. You just couldn’t wait any longer to be near him, and besides, classes are technically over.

“So you’re half spider?” You and Miguel relax in his living room. You scour his book shelves while he makes you a drink. His place is exactly how you imagined it. It’s a balance of sharp and cozy, like him.

“I know, not the most exciting of confessions.” Miguel’s sarcasm seeps through his speech and it makes you huff. Such a sass master.

“I’m being for real. I think that’s amazing and all, but I’m glad you chose to leave that life.” Your eyes are still on the spines of his books when you start to hear heavy footsteps coming your way. He’s just as excited to be near you as you are, if not, more.

“Me, too,” Miguel wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss on your head, “or else I would’ve never met you.”

“Aren’t you lucky?” You playfully comment, getting on your tip toes to kiss him, his pouch rumbling against your torso from his chuckling. “Definitely. Without you, I was starting to lead on a pretty lame life.” Miguel humored at himself. He knew that although going to teach classes, returning back home, and repeat was a pretty peaceful routine, he also knew it could be a boring one at times.

You lean your head back in exaggerated astonishment, “Why would you say that? You’re the coolest person I know, and not because you were spider-man,” you run your hands up and down his chest as you list off his cool factors, “You’re a genius, you’re a family man, you’re funny, you’re also an Austen man, what more could I ask for?”

Miguel looks down at you, his muse, his angel, his everything. “Thanks, mamita. I’m proud to be your choice. Making me feel like the luckiest man in the universe.” You’re enjoying this little romantic banter between you two, and Miguel loves it.

“However, that last one is a secret between us. Can’t have people knowing that their exSpider-Man enjoys classic literature.”

“Speaking of which, have you gotten to the end of pride and prejudice?” You take his hand and lead him to the couch where you both plop down and find a good cuddle position. Miguel is the perfect amount of warmth even though he wore nothing but sweats, meaning his dad build was out in all of its glory. It took everything in you not to pounce on him. Miguel wasn’t much help either. When he’s sitting down and you’re sitting in between his legs and he brings you in close to him to hug you. He’s all kissing your neck and playing with the waistband of your pants with his hand because truly he wants to eat you out so so so bad and is extremely so hard by the intimacy, but he knows tonight is not the night, and so did you.

“I’m not finished yet, but I’m close.” He mumbles against your skin. Miguel was always a master of flipping your switch, this time using the smacking of his plump lips against your supple skin, claiming your neck, shoulders, and jaw as his.

“Mm… y’know what would be a great idea?” you manage to get out.

Miguel stops what he’s doing and braces himself. “Oh God. What?”

“If you read whatever you have left of the book to me.”

“You want me to read it? Out loud?” Miguel finds this cute. You nod your head eagerly, and Miguel was absolutely cooed by the request. “Like I’ve said millions of times before, I love the sound of your voice.”

“Para ti? Claro Que si, mi vida.” And so he went and grabbed the book and his glasses, settling back into his position under you, and began reading in his soft, silky voice. You listened intently, the words falling right out of his mouth, making music to your ears. For Miguel, this was an honor. He’ll take glances down at you and see that you’re in total awe of him, latching onto every word he recites. He hadn’t done something like this since, well, Gabriella.

This is the life he wanted. The life he had been living the past three years had served him well, but Miguel felt it. He felt it was time for another chapter. He was so certain. He’s decided he wants this every night.

Miguel reads on, simultaneously rehearsing what he’ll say in his head. The themes of newfound love and romance of the book was inspiring him. It made the scene all too perfect for the both of you. He then takes a long pause on a page. You can feel his belly hitch. “Everything alright?” You ask softly. “I’m okay. More than okay.” He sounds as though he might get emotional.

Miguel looks away from the book and into your eyes, putting the novel down. You two are in his home, on his couch, cuddling with a book, and the school year has come to an end. Miguel needs to say something and feels it’s time to share it. It’s now or never.

“You,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes shining, breath steadying,

“I love you.”

The words send your heart rate to oblivion.

“W-what?”

“I love you.” Miguel says this so matter of factly, like he’s never been so sure of something in his life.

You had to make sure what you heard matched what he said and it did. You’ve wondered when he would say it. You would’ve been fine had he done so on the first date! You only have one response to this, and tears well up in your eyes before you can say it, “I love you, too.” You attack Miguel with kisses, and both of you relish in this monumental moment in your blossoming relationship. You’ve finally found the prince to your fairytale.

“I adore you”, “I worship you”, “I’m so proud of you,” and more “I love you”s fall from Miguel’s lips, making the tears well up in your eyes again and your heart swell even more.

Miguel continues to read for you, savoring the special memory you both will now share for a very long time. Sometimes, he’ll just stop mid paragraph just to say it to you again, that he loves you, and you say it back. Both of you are giddy little kids, telling each other how much you love the other, trying to one up each other like it’s a contest. At some point, you can feel yourself start to fall, and Miguel sees it, but he proceeds with the story. The mixture of his lulling voice and the soothing sensation of his rising and falling tummy was the perfect combo for sleep. Once you’re completely out, Miguel turns off the lights by voice command, and lays a blanket over you. He holds you tight against him, as if you could disappear at any moment, and plants a kiss lovingly on your forehead. He whispers ‘te amo, mi vida’ before slumber takes him over as well.

You can feel a light gently shed on your eyelids. You’re not fully conscious yet, drifting between the states of awake and asleep.

Your fingers flicker with life, and you think you feel something rough. Your eyes crack and you’re met with a blurred figure. Your vision focuses and you make out a face, your fingers lingering on the jaw. Your lips curl at this face. The closest thing in view is a pair of dark lips, parted and inspiring deep, low snores. Taking account of their breath, you feel the inhaling and exhaling of his stomach against your front side. You lift your head slightly to get a better view of the person you currently lay on top of. Tousled black hair, dark eye lashes that ornament sleeping eyes, thick brows lacking the tension creases that would otherwise be there, and some missing glasses, which now sit on a side table. The sight was sweet enough to make the coldest heart melt. You take a moment to just observe his breathing, his relaxed state, and start leaving small, ghostly caresses on his face, absorbing each line and shape of his rugged complexion. This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him. You wanna stay in it forever. The outside world finally makes its presence known with a few chirps of birds, and your attention goes to a window and that’s when it hits you: you’re still in Miguel’s place, and you both had fallen asleep on his couch. At last, you gain enough consciousness to realize that, for the entirety of the night, you had been held the same way a child holds their most beloved teddy bear by your exprofessor, now lover.

No, you two didn’t have sex, just like how it had been discussed a few days ago. You were both still clothed, yet, somehow, this feels even more intimate than when y’all eat each other’s faces.

Your attention is stolen back by the snores of the man below you, which makes you stifle laughter. You could honestly lay there watching him for hours. Your eyes glazed over every inch to ingrain the perfect mental image of this soft moment.

A few more seconds pass by before his snoring pattern comes to an abrupt halt and his eyes flutter open, landing on you. His watch goes off in a small, irritable beep. His tired eyes lift as he smiles at the view, despite the noise. This was something that he’s dreamt of waking up to every day.

“G’morning, sleeping beauty,” you softly speak, leaning down for a kiss on his forehead, “You sleep good?” Your voice is sweet, the moment seconds before leaving it honey-like.

“Morning,” his hands that wrapped around your waist unravel and rub your back, “Mhm. like a baby. Don’t think I’ve slept like that in… well, ever.” An early raspiness spills from his lips and its deep enough to make your insides flutter. “Me too.” You reply, gazing into each other’s eyes before sharing one or two good morning kisses on the lips, the second one lingering a couple seconds longer.

“Can you confirm something for me?” You continue, and Miguel raises an eyebrow.

“Was I dreaming or did you say the L-word to me last night?” A giggle leaves Miguel’s mouth. “Yeah, I did, and I’ll say it again.” He says in his low voice. You grin ear to ear, bodies glued together as if they were merging into one. His hands come up to your face tenderly, and with pride, he confesses again,

“I love you.”

A/n: I’m back girlies, did u miss me?

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spooky-fm · 2 years ago

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Ok, so this was supposed to follow Danny around as he had fun and attempted to think about feelings, but someone demanded attention. So Flash can have a little spooky chapter. As a t(h)reat.

Part 5.

Barry Allen was bored. It wasn't generally a bad thing, considering his occupation and vigilante identity. He wasn't mad that the police cases that needed his expertise hadn't been very complicated, and he definitely wasn't mad that the villains and supervillains had been easier to handle.

He just wished he could let himself relax and enjoy the peaceful break in his usually stressful life before it inevitably ended with some kind of major crisis. But it was just too normal, too predictable, too slowslowslow for him. His brain was running at superspeeds, and with no subject to focus on, it was stuck going around in circles.

Barry knew he needed to find a distraction, or he would go mad with boredom. He thought about calling up his friends to hang out or checking if Iris had time for a coffee date but decided against it. No matter how pleasant spending time with his loved ones was, he always had to make an extra effort to slow down his speech and his movements, and the prospect of focusing on carrying on conversation at what felt like a snail's pace did not sound enticing in his current state.

Plus, they would definitely notice that he was not quite feeling himself, and worrying friends over such a small matter was not a very honorable behaviour.

Deciding that a good patrol was the best course of action, Barry firmly told himself that if he wanted to spend his free time doing work, he damn well could spend his free time doing work. Or voluntary service, since he wasn't actually paid for the hero gig.

Barry Allen ducked into a public bathroom inside of one of Central City's numerous malls. Seconds later, Flash ran out from the same cubicle fast enough that no one could see him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the world sped up around him, and his brain engaged with the task of navigating around rapidly changing buildings, people, and cars. Simply running around had always been a great way to relieve some tension for Flash, especially when he was over or understimulated.

Central City seemed relatively peaceful that day. He barely ran into any problems - the worst he saw was a dog that escaped its leash and was lunging at another dog. He carefully deposited it on the sidewalk next to its owner and clipped the leash back on, staying just long enough to make sure the person had a firm hold on it.

Flash kept running for what felt like hours, even though intellectually he knew it couldn't have been longer than thirty minutes. Still, he felt more restless and a little bit trapped, and, seeing as his city was relatively fine for the time being, he opted to spend the rest of his planned patrol time running wherever his feet would take him.

The skyscrapers of the Central City disappeared behind him, roads changing from asphalt to gravel to dirt and then back to pavement as he sped through the country. Consciously avoiding familiar routes, Flash quickly found himself running through unknown villages and towns.

He slowed down in one of them when a particularly interesting riverside street caught his attention. Something felt out of place there, some kind of whistling sound, almost like a song, but sped up even for his senses.

Dropping out of the speedforce, he startled at the abrupt change in the color palette around him. He must have tapped into the speedforce more than usual without noticing it for the difference to be so stark.

Without the green tint of the speedforce affecting his vision, Barry's surroundings lost most of their initial appeal. The air was thick with fog and car fumes, and the river looked mud-brown with a suspicious purple tint, shifting slowly between old moss-covered walls. But he felt more settled after his run and decided to explore a little. He moved forwards ignoring the unpleasant sounds of mud squelching under his feet.

Despite the bright colors of his costume, people barely paid him any attention, walking briskly to their destinations.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't left yet. The city felt oppressive, like it knew that he didn't belong on its streets. He felt unfriendly eyes on him every time he passed a dark alleyway. After a minute or two, he recognised a couple of buildings and streetnames - Gotham was Batman's territory, and his colleague would not be appreciative of any intrusions, especially for such a trivial reason. I really should leave.

But something was keeping Barry there, something at the edge of his perception, a not-quite-sound that had been growing in intensity. It almost felt like echoes of sonar underwater. The whistling seemed to be back again, barely audible.

He frowned, focusing on the sensation. It was faint, and it changed direction and strength, but it was almost constant. Could nobody else sense it? Was he imagining it?

Instinctually speeding up, he dipped back into the speedforce, the world around him gaining a greenish filter. As soon as he did that, the faint not-sound sensation suddenly became much clearer, making Barry realise that his earlier comparison to a sonar may have hit the nail on the head. His brain interpreted the sensation as an after image of movement, akin to vibrations travelling through water for hundreds of miles when a large body passed through them. He thought about schools of tiny fish that flitted back and forth at the smallest hint that a large predator was nearby, hiding in the darkness underneath them.

The thought made him shudder, as the realisation hit that he was sensing something - or someone - powerful move through the speedforce, undetectable by regular humans. He forced his heart to calm down and took a couple of deep breaths. He'd dealt with powerful enemies before; he could do it again. He wasn't even sure this was a sentient being, and he knew nothing about its intentions. It may be dangerous to assume hostility outright.

The whistling stopped abruptly and resumed with a different rhythm after a moment.

Moving through Gotham, Barry became gradually aware of hundreds of aftershock trails, some old and barely noticeable, some fresh and strong, some simply too confusing for him to understand. Trying to get a better feel for one such trail, he failed to notice that the not-quite-sound that was at the edge of his awareness had been growing in intensity, moving in his direction. Barry realised that the unknown was travelling almost directly towards him when all of his instincts suddenly screamed at him to move-run-escape.

The whistling was loud now, distorted by static like an old recording, each sound followed by an echo in a different pitch. As if it was coming from several sources at once.

Without thinking, he sped up as much as he could in the short time that he had, desperately forcing his legs to move faster, beyond their physical ability, just to get away from the rapidly approaching something, feeling like a tiny fish in an endless expanse of an ocean, pursued by a Great White shark. Whatever it was, it was massive, thrumming with so much barely contained power that it was making him dizzy, it was approaching with the speed he couldn't hope to reach, it had definitely noticed him, slowing down a little, it was ... overtaking him?

Barry turned his head towards the other presence, painfully aware how slow he was in comparison, how sluggish his movements were. He hadn't felt so slow since the accident that made him the fastest man alive.

At the moment when he should have been caught by his hunter, it, they, moved around him and kept moving forward. The being - Barry could see a human-shaped figure now - was facing him, but they were moving too fast to discern any features or emotions on their blurry face. What he did notice was the person's gait, relaxed, almost like they were taking a pleasant stroll, not travelling at a speed even the Flash could not keep up with.

The figure, now ahead of him, suddenly glitched, its outline distorting, color draining from them, leaving white hair and ashy grey skin, glowing a soft green color.

Barry blinked and the figure was back to looking vaguely human with black hair and light, but not corpse-colored skin.

Another blink, and they disappeared completely from his sight. Barry breathed a shaky sigh of relief. He had to get away from there, he had to move, now.

The Flash ran.

He came to his senses in his apartment in Central City, sitting next to his bed, under a mess of blankets, still in his superhero costume. He couldn't quite recall how he got there or how long he was curled up on the floor of his apartment. A glance at the windows told him that it was already dark outside. The city was quiet, as much as it ever could be quiet. It must be late at night.

Ignoring the way his hands shook, Barry rubbed his face and promptly decided to also ignore how damp his cheeks felt and how his breaths hitched. He slowly extended his legs and stood up from the nest of blankets. His body felt like it was made from jello. With a thought, his superhero costume disappeared into the ring, and he was left in his civillian clothes. Swaying a little and leaning on furniture and walls for support, he made his way towards the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. That helped with the pounding in his head, but not with the bone-deep tiredness or the nauseating pit of fear in his stomach.

He wasn't sure why that person ellicited such a response from him, but he was certain that it was not their physical appearance. As little as he could see at the speed the other person was travelling (walking, they had been just walking when they passed him in a blur of speed), their features and proportions were perfectly normal for a human. Even if they were not one. No, something else about them practically screamed that there was something wrong with them. He felt that somehow this being both didn't belong to the world and had a more real presence than anyone Barry had ever met. He had no idea why or how he came to that conclusion or what it even meant.

Maybe he should ask someone to come over for the night.

A gust of wind rattled the tree outside his window and whistled through the cracks in the building and the ventillation holes. Barry jumped in surprise, dropping his half-empty glass on the floor. Blood rushed to his head, his rapid heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He stumbled into his bathroom, trying to regulate his breathing. In through the nose, out from the mouth. He choked on the first attempt to take a slow, gentle breath. Ok, new plan. Two short inhales, one long exhale. He ran the tap and splashed water on his face. It wasn't helping as much as he hoped it would.

Another gust of wind startled him again, but this time, he was somewhat prepared for it. He still flinched and looked up in alarm. A glance at his mirror had him screaming in terror and stumbling back until his back was pressed against the bathroom door.

A gray, featureless face had been looking into his window.

Barry leaned into the solid wood of the door and forced himself to look at the small window above the bathtub. He felt a half-laugh half-sob escape his lips. A single white plastic bag was trapped in the bare branches of the birch tree outside the window.

This was getting out of hand. Barry fumbled for his phone, pressing one of the buttons for several seconds. He still couldn't take his eyes away from the plastic bag beating against the branches in the wind, so he was not sure who he was speed dialling.

He only heard two rings before there was a beep indicating that the other person had answered. A sleepy voice gave a gruff greeting, having been obviously woken up by the call. Hal. Thank God it was Hal.

He tried to answer, but his throat seized, and he had to try breathing through the panic that was still gripping his heart.

"Barry? You alright there?" - All traces of sleep were gone from his friend's voice. Hal was evidently getting concerned with the lack of response.

Just breathe. In, in, out. In, in, out.

His breathing must have been loud enough to be picked up by the phone because Hal spoke to him with a deliberately calm voice.

"Are you at home? I'm coming over now," - he was moving now, keys jingling a little as he closed his front door. "Are you in danger? Do I need to bring backup?"

That was a natural question to ask in their line of work. Barry forced his vocal cords to work long enough to give a weak answer. "N-no," - he winced at the croaking sound that he produced. The scratchy feeling in his throat made him cough. "Home," - he wispered.

Hal swore. "I'll be there in ten minutes, Barry. Focus on my voice, alright? You are going to be fine. I can hear you breathing, that's good. Keep doing that, and you'll be ok. In and out. In. Out," - he drew out the syllables in the last words, speaking slowly. Barry listened to the words, eyes still glued to the small bathroom window. He could hear Hal taking deep, steady breaths as he spoke and instinctively tried to copy them. His breath was shaky and uneven, but after several minutes, he felt grounded enough to stumble out of the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning back against the wall.

He flinched at the unexpectedly loud sound of a key turning in the front door lock, and his phone clattered to the ground. The call ended with several short beeps.

Strong hands gently gripped Barry's shoulders, and he let his body tip forward into the familiar warmth. The hands closed around him, easily supporting his weight. Opening his eyes - when had he closed them? - Barry took in the sight of his friend in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He laughed weakly at the fact that he hadn't bothered putting on a jacket and buried his face in Hal's chest, secretly glad for the height difference.

Hal was saying something, his chest rumbling under Barry's head, but he couldn't focus on the meaning of the words. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving him too tired to talk or think. He felt his friend's head turn around, as he was taking stock of their surrouondings, no doubt looking for what had spooked Barry. Hal paused when his head turned towards the kitchen, and Barry remembered the glass of water that he had dropped on the floor earlier. He was glad he had still been wearing shoes then.

Barry's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of being carefully picked up and carried like he didn't weigh anything. Hal deposited him on the bed before taking off Barry's shoes and jacket and covering him with a blanket. Barry made a weak noise of protest when he lost contact with Hal's (warm-safe-alive) body, and his friend chuckled in response.

"I'll be right back," - Hal's words managed to cut through the haze of exhaustion enveloping Barry's mind.

He could hear sounds coming from the hallway and the kitchen. Hal was sweeping the glass then. That was probably a good idea. Barry would have preferred it if he didn't have to let go of him to do that.

Almost as soon as he left, Hal was coming back, his steps quiet - he must have taken his shoes off after taking care of the glass on the floor and locking the front door. As soon as Hal touched his shoulder again, Barry grabbed his hand and refused to let go even for a second. He heard a quiet huff before the mattress dipped under the weight of another body. He would probably have a lot of explaining to do in the morning. The thought of recounting the day's events made him shiver, and the arms around him immediately tightened. Barry clung to the comforting warmth of his friend, his brain finally starting to drift off to sleep.

The last thought before he succumbed to sleep was about the speedforce person; there was something that had escaped his attention during the panic of the encounter. Had they been wearing a baseball cap and carrying a food delivery backpack, or did Barry imagine that?

Poor Flash :D I was going to have him freak out a little at first, but he insisted on being properly traumatised.

Barry gets a taste of what people feel like when he runs too fast around them.

As to the timelines, I am thinking both he and the Green Lantern are both several years into their hero lives, but they haven't done any of their time-travel/death/villain phase stuff yet. They have experience fighting, they are strong heroes, they are the founding members of the JL, but they are not quite used to rewriting reality and travelling between universes. I don't know if that works with the actual canon timelines and characterisation, but who cares about those? :D

On that note, Flash got his powers from an accident involving chemicals and electricity, and that gave him a connection to a supernatural force that he also seems to be able to generate himself. So I am translating this to my fic as the Speedforce being connected to the Ghost Zone and ectoplasm and Flash being some sort of part-ghost. Not a halfa, but not quite alive. While he can run fast within the speedforce, Danny phases through the speedforce/time currents to a sort of different layer of reality, walking around or between it. Flash gets all sorts of mixed signals from his connection to the Realms when Danny is near and also freaks out because Danny's way of travelling through the speedforce is spooky.

If you have noticed a mistake or a typo, I do appreciate it when people help me correct those. (if they feel like doing that, of course) English is not my first language, and I have never been to the US, so my cultural knowledge is not first-hand experience. As much as I try to use American terms and spelling, it can be a bit confusing sometimes.

Credit for the ghostly dividers to @racingairplanes. Thank you!

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Hope I got everyone! Thank you for leaving such lovely comments, they make me so happy 🥹

DP x DC fic: Delivery Ghost

This has been consuming my brain for weeks. Based on this post by @gummybearstastelikesadness:

Danny wakes up in the new world and, not feeling responsible for its villains (unlike the ghost attacks where he is the one who turned on the portal) decides to take a break and have a vacation. As a pizza delivery person, he brings orders to the recipients within the specified timeframe, no matter what. Certain citizens of this world are suspicious when the app lets them order to a town 2 hours away from the location ... and the delivery boy is there in under 10 minutes.

If only Danny cared about their feelings.

Part 1.

Waking up sore and confused in the middle of a random field with only vague memories of last night's events wasn't that weird for Danny Fenton. He had been Amity Park's resident hero for several years and had lived through much stranger awakenings. His list started with Vlad Plasmius's spooky basement inside a cloning tube and his parents' lab strapped to the vivisection table, and ended with places like the middle of nowhere in the Ghost Zone after an ecto-storm or a hundered-year-old abandoned maze of secret tunnels under the Masons' house after a particularly exciting date with Sam. Next to those, an ordinary-looking meadow was a welcome change. Despite that, something felt not quite right, but Danny couldn't quite focus on the feeling in his drowsy state.

Careful inspection of his body revealed that he had all of his limbs attached where they should be attached and functioning as normal. Aside from mild discomfort after lying on the cold ground for a significant amount of time he was perfectly healthy, despite splotches of dried ectoplasm and blood indicating recent injuries.

Deciding that he did not care enough to remember what those splotches were from just yet, Danny shrugged and continued his inspection. He looked around the field, trying to find any clues, tracks, or signs of civilization, and, failing to locate any, he transformed into his ghost form.

The transformation was enough of a jolt to wake him up from his morning sleepiness, forcing Danny to remember the fight with an unfamilliar ghost that appeared just as he finished fixing reindeer antlers to the top of the head of his freshly-made one-foot-tall snowman made from the first snow in the season. He had been so concerned with taking the fight away from his new porch guardian that he hadn't taken it seriously enough. Between exchanging blows and trying to find out the name of the intruder into his neighbourhood, he ended up too distracted to notice that they were not alone and got blasted with a dark-purple beam from behind.

As much as he would have liked to know more, the memory tastefully faded to black and refused to provide any further details.

'Never mind the why's and how's then,' - Danny thought, unconcerned. 'Time to consider the where's and the when's.'

Having thought that, he suddenly realised what had been bothering him from the moment he woke up. He was so busy taking stock of his physical state that he forgot to question the gentle warmth of the ground he had slept on and the decidedly non-December greenery around him.

Wide-eyed, Danny quickly flew up, searching for anything that could point him towards Amity or any other nearby town.

The vegetation did not seem too different from what he was used to, so he concluded that he probably wasn't anywhere Southern enough to be this warm in December. That suggested Clockwork shenanigans, which did not fill Danny with too much confidence.

He turned invisible, picked a random direction, and flew at a leisurely speed fully intending to enjoy the idyllic weather.

A couple of hours later, he finally came across a large enough town where he decided he would not be instantly noticed in the morning crowd. He easily found the local library and got permission to use a computer from the librarian that barely glanced at him in the dimly lit lobby. He made his way towards the two ancient computers ready to learn the local date and hopefully figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Danny wasn't truly surprised when the calendar showed a date a couple months in the past according to his personal timeline. He had spent enough time (ha!) with Clockwork to not be put off by a bit of minor time-travel. What surprised him, however, was his inability to find even a single mention of Amity Park on the internet.

Familiar forums, social media account of his friends, Amity news sources, even his personal blog that he posted blurry pictures of blob ghosts to were missing. Maps, both regular and satellite, showed a familiar but slightly different landscape where his home town should have been with a completely different name written over it.

Danny stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes. If he really had travelled in time, he would have been able to find some trace of Amity, or his friends. Searching for their names gave unhelpful results, and trying to look up ghosts and ghost attacks only led him down the rabbit hole of superheroes and something called 'The Justice League' that just gave him a headache. This led to the natural conclusion that instead of a minor instance of short time-travel he got tangled in a major instance of timeline-hopping.

He shuddered a little, remembering Dan. At least it seemed that Danny didn't exist at all in this timeline, in any shape. That turned out to be a slightly disturbing thought and Danny decided to ignore it with the practiced ease of someone who was used to rolling with the punches for the sake of his mental stability.

He wondered briefly when this world and his started to differ, but his limited knowledge of human history was not enough to give him much of a hint. He figured it was at least a couple hundred years in the past, but that was the extent of his detective abilities.

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It was a relief to finally exit the stuffy library building and let the rays of sunshine fall on his face after several hours of researching the new world he found himself in. Despite failing to get any closer to the mystery of his appearance there, he didn't feel that upset at the change of scenery.

While walking leisurely along the tidy street, Danny contemplated the heroes and villains of this timeline. It seemed that the Justice League was the top dog when it came to the forces of good. He wasn't sure how to approach them without raising suspicion that a person suddenly coming into existence would certainly cause.

Suddenly, he was struck by a thought so alien to him that he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly ahead.

He didn't have to do anything!

There were no ghost attacks in the news, and thus probably no portal to the Ghost Zone. He hadn't opened a doorway between the Infinite Realms and Earth, and there was nobody who needed help that couldn't be given by any of the local heroes.

Danny realised that didn't feel any pressing need to protect this world. That little part of his core that was always anxious about Amity, about Sam and Tucker, and about the rest of the world was now blissfully quiet. Danny smiled at that, shaking his head and continuing his walk towards what seemed to be a small river.

He also began to notice the stares people around were directing at him and tried to get lost in the crowd - with little luck. It almost seemed that having drawn the attention of the locals, he was standing out as an obvious outsider.

He was starting to get annoyed at the constant attention, when he noticed his ragged sleeve and recalled that he was in fact still covered in suspiciously blood-looking greenish blots. He considered the fact that it was actually blood from his already-healed small scratches was irrelevant.

Cursing quietly, Danny quickly turned into a shady-looking alleyway and made his escape from the public eye by going invisible.

He decided to continue on his course towards the riverside in this way, while mulling over the earlier revelation. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that it was a great idea to take a break and get some rest from ghostly affairs. And if he really wanted to go back, he could always find a way to open a portal into the Ghost Zone and find Clockwork. His sort-of mentor, sort-of father figure wouldn't mind helping him with a little nudge towards the right timeline, would he? Besides, the guy probably knew all about Danny's little jaunt across realities. Since there was no sign of him or his cryptic advice, it was entirely reasonable that he approved of the whole thing.

So it was decided: Danny Fenton was going on vacation.

He flipped in the air in excitement and started flying away from the town. Giggling a little at the fact that he still didn't know the name of the first town he visited in this timeline, he froze in place as something occured to him: He had no money, no possessions and didn't know where to go.

Despite not technically needing food or shelter as a ghost, he didn't want to spend his vacation hiding away under his invisibility. And what sort of vacation would it be if he had no money to spend on fun things like videogames and hot dogs?

He figured the solution was simple: He'll just have to find a job.

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jellitchi · 8 months ago

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vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

#vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian vat7k #hugo vat7k #nuru vat7k #yong vat7k #varian tangled #fanart #lizzysart

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loupy-mongoose · 9 months ago

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So, I made some impulse purchases recently, including this lovely little gal.

Hai Luna~

When I ordered her, it started a bit of a Gardevoir kick in me. So I went and did some brainstorming about Jamie's Gardie pal, Clover.

This did get very long, but there's a lot of art that I really like! :3 Plus I borrowed a certain someone from @mewtwoandme~

Growing up I always drew the green headpiece as a bony structure with maybe green skin on it, like deer antlers. (Except it doesn't shed lol)

But in my efforts to redecide what it actually is to me, I went to Bulbapedia, and that called it hair. So I tried out hair as well, and I kinda like that better...

I love my deranged Gardie. :>

(Leaning into "Mischievous Fairy/Pixie" energy)

I wanted to draw some Gwen (M&M's Gardevoir), as her and Clover's characters are different in a lot of ways, and I thought it would be fun to draw them together. Turns out Gwen dwarfs my girls, and I adore that in every way. XD

I also came to realize that Jamie would admire Gwen--She doesn't wish change on Clover in the slightest, but she does like the grace that more conventional Gardevoirs possess. Plus she'd be astounded by her sheer size.

For the fun of it, I tried drawing them both in each of our styles. (Or more like "Features" than "style")

I did not like drawing Gardevoir in her style. All the respect and love to M&M, but it felt SO wrong to me personally. XD

Annnnd... I kinda accidentally thought of a different way to take their designs...

And then I tried to figure out the logistics of giving Gardvoir a tail. I kinda like the idea of there being one that blends into the Skirt, splitting and running down the length of the skirt ends.

A little character lore; Clover removed her skirt on purpose.

Growing up, I always had in mind that the skirt was skin, maybe acting as thermoregulation, or something like that. I don't think I ever decided whether they can feel through their skirts or not, but if I want it to be more angsty, then yes, they can feel.

Warning for general and self-inflicted injury in this paragraph. As a kid I figured Clover cut it off to prevent it from getting caught or grabbed. But now, with the developing idea of there being a tail involved, I got another idea with even more angst. I'm thinking possibly Clover had a tail bone broken, and maybe it healed wrong, causing her pain so she ripped off the whole skirt.

Okay, injury warning is over.

And now a little silly that's not exactly canon, but close enough. XD

Y'all can thank @puzzled-zebra for this, as she brought up the idea during a chat. It was too good to pass up. XD

And now I wish to finish with a nostalgia ramble, because Clover is very precious to me, along with Jamie.

I started a playthrough of Soul Silver many, many years ago--even before the playthrough that would become Jamie's trainer journey over ten years ago. It was a solo run, with a Ralts egg sent in to be my only companion. (I kept the rules soft, though, as I remember needing help from other Pokemon to beat Bugsy. XD) My memories of that playthough are faded, but I remember that Clover alone beat the Champion at level 64-65. Sometime within the next few years, she was my first ever Pokemon to reach level 100 without the use of Rare Candy or experience cheats. That playthough and whatever happened in it has no bearing on Clover's story, but it's what gave birth to her as a character, and I hold that very dear.

Her nature is "Hardy, Likes to Fight", and I'm really proud of little me for taking that in the direction she took it. XD

Anyway, that's my super long love-dump of my beloved gremlin fairy. Thanks to everyone who made it all the way, I know it got pretty long. ^^

#Art #branch #doodle dump #Everything I touch gets floof and a nose apparently. XD

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allyallyorange · 5 months ago

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The End of The Beast

AT AU Master Post

Shall I lore dump a bit?

CW // description of violence

Basically during the time Yeosang and 2ho are dimension hopping, Mingi’s fire powers start really getting out of control. He gets in an argument with Wooyoung and he realizes that he is getting too dangerous to be around his friends, he can’t guarantee he’ll be able to stop himself from turning into the beast and like setting the house on fire. So he decides to leave.

Hongjoong and Woosan try to bring him back but they always seem to be a step behind. It’s easy to find where he’s been cus he leaves a trail of destruction but they can never catch up.

One night when brainstorming how they could get Mingi to wake up/break the curse Wooyoung says they should just cut off Mingi’s hand at this point. When Hongjoong starts actually considering it San shuts it down cus he’s absolutely not willing to go that far and severely injure their friend.

Hongjoong doesn’t like the idea of hurting Mingi but he’s tried Everything he could possibly think of to break Mingi’s curse, he’s spent like 600 years looking for a way to break it. He tells Wooyoung that when they find Mingi, he’s got a plan, and he needs Wooyoung to just trust him on this. Wooyoung agrees.

Team Yeosang return home. They were away for about a month and a half Universe A time. Hongjoong announces that they’re all gonna go out to hunt for Mingi now that they’re all together, and hey Mingi’s always had a special connection with 2Ho maybe they’ll be able to snap him out of it (this is not the real plan).

Wooyoung tells Yeosang secretly that Joong has an idea that everyone may or may not seriously disagree with but they might need Yeosang’s help to make it work. Yeosang feels a little bad when he looks back on how he’d acted towards the others after Seonghwa’s death, so he agrees to please Wooyoung.

They find Mingi and the plan goes like this

1) fight him like usual and see if he just wakes up on his own (does not work)

2) tire him out with San’s ice, shrink the flames down

3) Hongjoong takes control of San’s body. Hongjoong has always had this ability but he avoids using it since it’s kinda messed up to do to someone. But basically both San and Hongjoong are fully conscious but Hongjoong is controlling San’s movements and San can basically see everything and react and talk but he can only try his best to get control back. Hongjoong is a lot more powerful than San though so although San makes it difficult, and throws off the accuracy of Joong’s movements, he can’t get him out of his head.

Usually the plan is to diminish The Beast’s flames and hope when there aren’t any left that Mingi just snaps out of it, but this time the goal is to get straight to Mingi.

Wooyoung holds 2Ho back in a cage of vines, they are very unhappy with this, they can’t see what’s going on but they can hear San screaming at Hongjoong to stop whatever it is he’s doing.

Hongjoong struggles to get San to fight Mingi all the way down, so Woo calls for Yeosang to knock him down, which he does. Mingi’s still The Beast so he’s very much still on fire, Yeosang is a vampire so he heals quickly, but the fire still hurts. He still manages to get close enough to bring Mingi down.

Hongjoong makes a move and stabs Mingi, truthfully he’d been aiming for maybe forearm but struck all the way up at the shoulder. San fighting back made Joong’s aim truly horrible, but it was too late to take it back atp. So Joong commits to taking Mingi’s whole right arm off.

Mingi’s screaming and thrashing around and San is screaming for Hongjoong to stop it. As soon as Mingi’s arm is fully detached the fire stops. Hongjoong leaves San’s head immediately after.

That’s enough I think! It’s kind of a lot of info but the AU has a LOT of info!!!

I hope you enjoyed!!

#doodle doo #ateez #ateez at au #choi san #san Ateez #Ateez san #song mingi #mingi #tw blo0d

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sweetmariihs2 · 1 year ago

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✨️My Undertale Headcanons✨️

When they came out of the underground, most/all of the characters live next to eachother like a neighborhood. Mettaton has a big mansion and it's a little far from the rest of them, but it's still close enough to be part of it. He helped to afford a new "Blook Acres" for his cousins, Dummy, Napstablook and Mad Mew Mew (Shyren and her sister live next to them). Sans and Papyrus made their home exactly how it was when they were in the underground. Toriel, Frisk, Asgore and Flowey's house are right next to theirs. Alphys and Undyne live together and it's right next to Sans and Papyrus' house. Muffet and the other spiders have a Bakery and Grillby has a bar/restaurant.

Some of the monsters stayed in the underground. It's very silent there now that almost everyone is gone, that's one of the reasons why some monsters stayed — because of the silence. It's a bit depressing sometimes thinking about how that place is now so empty when there were so much people and happiness everywhere. Now it's just the snow and empty houses in Snowdin, waterfalls and water drops in Waterfall, and the sound of lava and the core in Hotland. MTT's resort is also closed. Monster's history is still preserved there, so some humans go to the underground to learn about history.

Mettaton loves chick flicks and that's how his love for the humans started. He found some of them at the dump, they came from different decades and not all of his collection is about romance, he once found DVDs about talk shows and quiz shows, also black n white movies from the golden age of hollywood. He didn't know the name of most of the actors or where those movies came from, except that they came from the surface. He knew at that moment that he wanted to be like them. He also found some CD's and even not knowing them so well, he absolutely loves pop singers like Lady Gaga, Beyoncé. He just never had enough information to know about their other albums or their personal lives. That was too far from his reality. Now that all the monsters are outside, he really wants do befriend them and it's a big fan of Rupaul's Drag Race. He would love to be on that show. Mettaton now has a lot of human fans now too. He loves to post things on social media, having thousands of followers in each one of them. He also has two or more shows in a human TV channel, maybe even his own MTT channel.

Mad Mew Mew ABSOLUTELY LOVES Babymetal. The RAGE mixed to that japanese kind of cuteness. IT'S PERFECT!!! Her favorite song is Doki Doki Morning (She likes meowing during the "mew mew mew" part and when the metal finnaly strikes it's just RAGEEEEE but then the song is cute again and she's all "mew mew mew :33333"). She listens to Babymetal alongside Alphys and Frisk. Now she's an otaku too just because of Alphys. They are friends. Mew Mew still has a little crush on Undyne, but it's not like she wants to date her anymore.

Alphys dances to Babymetal alongside Frisk and Mew Mew. They live in good terms and Alphys let them have the doll because she's more happy with it than Alphys was for just having that doll. She has a little crush on Mad Mew Mew by the way, because it's a living version of her anime waifu. They became good friends and Alphys watched Mew Mew Kissy Cutie with her so that she could understand the lore, because of her Mad Mew Mew is now also otaku. Alphys loves Saylor Moon, Pretty Cure franchise, Candy Love and other kinds of anime. She likes to read yaoi and yuri sometimes.

Papyrus turned out to be a big fan of Iron Maiden. Sans sometimes listen to their songs with him and both skip the songs that talk more about violence because Papyrus don't like it much. What is funny to Sans is that Papyrus' timbre perfectly matches the musical notes of the band's vocalists (especially Bruce Dickinson, who, let's face it, is everyone's favorite) and because of this it is more comfortable and free for him to sing all the notes. His favorite song is CLEARLY Alexander The Great, for obvious reasons. Sans' and Papyrus' favorite album is Somewhere in Time. Sans relates a little to the lyrics of "Deja Vu", but Papyrus likes the band a lot more than him. Undyne likes Iron Maiden too and sometimes sings them on karaoke with Papyrus, both acting and making heroic poses while they sing. Flowey enjoys it too but his kind of metal is a little heavier.

So cute

Sans reminds me of Porco Rosso. It's not a headcanon I just wanted to tell you guys. Their personality is very similar and that's how I see Sans' character.

Sans likes to listen to Iron Maiden with Papyrus but also enjoy some calmer songs. I'm not sure who is his favorite artist, but I think that he would listen a little bit to Lana Del Rey. Especially her latest albums. He really likes the instrumental ending in "If You Lie Down With Me". He knows that some people consider her too "girly" for him to listen, but he really doesn't mind, it's good music after all. He likes calm songs with good instrumental and good lyrics.

Flowey starts living with the other monsters too, like in the "flower pot au". Most of his 'friends' know that he's prince Asriel, but he asked them to call him Flowey, even Toriel and Asgore. When worried, sad or having a deep conversation, sometimes Toriel or Asgore call him "Asriel", mostly Toriel. This makes him very emotional. He's also learning how to develop emotions again and it's being hard. Flowey discovered that listening to metal can calm his nerves, letting it all out. It's very funny to watch a little flower headbanging to a death metal song. He also enjoys singing guttural and he feels better after doing it so. It's like he can express his angry side without harming anyone in the process (Frisk is teaching him how to do it).

Asgore and Toriel are getting well together. They are becoming friends again, even flirting sometimes. Both of them talked about how they felt after those events in the underground and explained their point of view, finally ending that stupid distance. Asgore feels guilty for what he did, and Toriel understands that he had to do it because he thought it was the only option. They've been recovering from the greif of their children and everything seems to be better now. Being eachother's bestfriend again really helps a lot dealing with the guilt. They understand that they had to go and it wasn't their fault.

Frisk is a big AURORA fan due to her pacifist songs. They feel like her songs give them the energy to keep being a good person, caring for other people and helping the world. Papyrus enjoys some of her songs too because Frisk explained to him what the lyrics meant. Frisk tells Flowey that "Churchyard" makes them think of him (he understands why but gets grumpy because of it)(and it also makes them think of Sans, but they never told him because these are memories from other save). Some of their favorite songs are Animal, A Different Kind Of Human, Apple Tree, All Is Soft Inside, Soft Universe, It Happened Quiet. Toriel pretends that doesn't relate to the lyrics of Midas Touch to avoid explanation (she heard Frisk listening to it one time and paid attention to the lyrics, so that's how that happened).

Asgore and Toriel enjoy some calmer songs too. Sans is one of Toriel's best friends, and one day he came to their house and Toriel asked him to put any song he likes. He choosed "Let The Light In", which is another one from Lana that he listens to, and that's how Toriel started listening to her too. Again, only her latest albums (they feel that her older albums are too sad). Because of them Asgore also started to listen to her songs. They like to make "tea parties" for their friends while Toriel brings her butterscotch pie and Asgore makes the tea, hearing those songs playing in the background. It brings such a cozy feeling.

And then the karaoke moment starts and Papyrus and Undyne are screaming on the microphone. Mettaton likes to sing too (sometimes with Shyren), Napstablook controls the audio. Asgore tries, but he knows he's not the best at singing. Mad Mew Mew wants to sing Babymetal, Alphys really wants to sing with her but she's too embarassed to do it so Undyne helps sometimes and encourages her. Frisk dances with them because they're not really into singing. Sans is too lazy to sing and he says that he's not the best at it.

I wanna add more headcanons to this list. Gonna keep updating when thinking about new ones!

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anthurak · 1 month ago

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So with Ghostfuckers presumably just a little over two weeks away now, I thought it would be a good time to do some theorizing on what we might be seeing.

Now I think it’s pretty clear from the trailer clips we’ve seen that this is going to be THE big Blitzo lore-and-trauma-dump episode. With it looking like whatever demon is running the hotel subjecting Blitzo to all kinds of horrific visions of his past that he’s been desperate to keep buried for the last fifteen years. Specifically what looks to be the aftermath of the circus fire and presumably Blitzo being blamed for everything and being disowned by his family. Which in turn royally fucked him up and left Blitzo the tangled wreck of trauma, grief, guilt and self-loathing hiding beneath a thin veneer of cocky assholishness that we know him as today.

So yeah, it should be a fun time :D

But with Blitzo out of the way, what could we expect from the rest of the main cast this episode?

Well with the clips of Ghostfuckers we have seeming to just show Blitzo and Millie, I think we’re going to get something of a ‘revisit with a twist’ to what we saw in Truthseekers, ie; I.M.P. is split up with two members captured or otherwise put in danger and the other two spending the episode trying to rescue them. With the twist this time being that Moxxie and Millie have swapped places.

To whit; Blitzo and Millie end up getting trapped in this freaky hotel and spend the episode getting subjected to most (though not all…) of the traumatic-flashback-torture visions, trippy hallucinations, body-jacking and general what-the-fuckery while Loona and Moxxie spend the episode trying to break in and save them.

Now one interesting thing about this is that I don’t it’s just going to be Blitzo subjected to these visions. Namely, I think this clip of Blitzo and Millie fighting that many have pegged as a flashback to their first meeting is actually Millie getting one of these traumatic flashback visions. Furthermore, I have a hunch that this flashback is going to closely parallel the one we got to Moxxie first meeting Blitzo back in Exe’s and Oohs; that this was actually a particular or even THE lowest point in Millie’s life, likely coming off of, among other things, her very bad breakup with Chazz (I imagine this is always where we’re going to get that rumored Chazz appearance), and just like with Moxxie, is was actually Blitzo who helped her out of it.

As I detailed in this post, I think this detail of Blitzo having actually been a POSITIVE presence in both Moxxie’s and Millie’s lives is going to wind up being a BIG part of this episodes resolution, ie; the big REBUTTAL to Blitzo’s belief that he ‘makes everyone’s lives worse’.

Moving on to what Loona and Moxxie might be getting up to in this episode, I did say that I think Blitzo and Millie will be getting subject to most, but not ALL of the traumatic-flashback-torture visions. To whit; I wouldn’t be surprised if Loona and Moxxie just subjected to just a bit of these visions as well.

In Moxxie’s case, I imagine this could make for a brief but very strong character moment that showcases both his own growth and shows him as a contrast/foil to Blitzo: Moxxie getting hit with his own traumatic flashbacks, namely those related to his father, but is actually able to fight through them or just shrug them off to show just how much he’s actually processed his trauma.

Whereas in Loona’s case, it could be more of a preview of whatever issues she’s actually got going on. As in, aside from perhaps a quick teasing glimpse, we actually DON’T see any of Loona’s flashback, but instead just how much it messes with her afterwards. Maybe we’ll get something especially fun like the traumatic visions backfiring a bit on the hotel manager by sending Loona into a berserker, murderous rage that leads her to start ripping and tearing through the hotel.

And while we’re on the topic of cool shit Loona might/could/should get to do this episode, what if there is a point where Loona and Moxxie are fully cut off from Blitzo and Millie via freaky demon magic shenanigans and have no way to get to them without the Asmodean Crystal, which Blitzo still has, or some other form of portal magic. Only for Loona, in a moment of sheer anger, fear and desperation, to rip open one of those portals she used to make all the time, but now WITHOUT the use of the Goetic Grimoire, to get to Blitzo and Millie.

Basically, I’d really like to see a payoff to all the hints we’ve gotten that Loona is actually a serious prodigy with magic :D

And going back to the potential parallels with Truthseekers, I’m definitely also hoping we end on a big, awesome fight scene between I.M.P. and whatever the hotel owner is that’s been fucking with them.

Finally, when it comes to the ending coda of the episode, as I alluded to earlier I think this episode is going to represent a MAJOR character-shift for Blitzo: In the form of Moxxie and Millie not only getting a front-row seat to what Blitzo is really dealing with, but also (along with Loona) making it clear just how much they actually CARE about Blitzo. Notably in a way that Blitzo can’t write off, rationalize and deny like he did with Stolas and all his other romantic partners, ie; Moxxie and Millie consider Blitzo a friend that they CARE about.

#helluva boss #helluva boss theory #helluva blitzo #helluva millie #helluva moxxie #helluva loona #loona #in which the blitzo trauma train has no breaks #though it might just end with him finally getting that threesome... XD #might need to make those loona theories their own post

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sobs-spe-stuff · 12 days ago

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This was my first time trying out using a little bit of gouache in my art, it’s from liiikeee september?

bwxpla lore dump below

in the au Black is like half siblings with Carmine and Kieran because

A) thought the hair was similar (pointy)

B) the highly isolationist town of mossui town would absolutely DESPISE this loud half-unovan illegitimate child and it would be really really funny

Idk exactly how itd be like but probably their dad went to Unova for higher education and messed around and ended up having Black with Black's mother. The two were friends then and are still on good-enough terms but nowadays Black's father has a family back in Kitakami and Black visits once a year (to the dismay of his grandparents)

But idk i guess their father and kieran/carmine's mother are probably dead or something now so… family reunions are awkward

Kieran would idolise Black, and Carmine would lowkey dislike him, not as much as the player but still wouldn't really be able to relate to him that much

maybe post-black’s-hisui-adventures they could all go to blueberry academy like in the drawing, wouldn’t that be cute

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plumadot · 3 months ago

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Your art style has such a mochi texture to it I love it so much

Do you have any OCs you can show and maybe info dump about?

hi hi aaaa thank you and yes i'd love to talk about some of my children even though i actually suck at backstories and sometimes don't bother with them at all so i hope that's ok gkfjdkgjfd

this is my baby rune they're lovely and round and they have many friends but their favourite friend is arden mmmmmmm rune is a little wizard who works hard but is a little bit dumb,,, they try to be very responsible but they're also naive and oblivious,,, which is why they have arden to help out because arden is the most protective and frankly untrusting person gkfdjkg like who hurt you. she's a cool ranger gal with a cool tattoo who lives in the woods and teaches rune about adventuring and fighting monsters and stuff. until she realizes that rune is not just a silly cutie but also really powerful and cool and she develops a big crush

and i'm sorry to bring up my dnd character once more BUT I LOVE HER SHE'S MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER,,,,,, her name is roselle fayanna mistweaver and she's a proper little lady from a wealthy upper class family who was taught to be proper and good and skilled and quiet and happy all the time and- she's not that,,,,, her older sisters are good at everything and she's just... not. her parents weren't around much and she could feel their disappointment so much that she desperately looked for ways to prove herself,,,, and she found a dryad's magic and made a pact with her... elri gave her a way to make her drawings come to life with magic and roselle became a bard!!!!!! :D (not a warlock hehe. unless????) the magic is very weird and freaky though and sometimes weird shit happens. roselle ended up running away from home and she's now lost with an adventuring party in vampires and werewolves land. which SUCKS but!!!!! she can maybe find a way to be cool and useful for her new friends????? maybe????

and and and idk if this counts but my sona has lore??? sorta??????? i'm slowly building/revealing it on my mc server gkfjkg and i hope it's not lame but. i might show some of the stuff i put into the world here if anyone's interested? :O for now all you gotta know is that they're mostly moss. and they don't know many things. but they have a lot of robot friends... just not many... living ones... until the other ant cats arrived on the server!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't do a lot of oc stuff anymore but i'm very passionate about the children i do have!!!!!! i'm sorry the backstories are so next to nothing but i hope this was at least a little interesting!!!!!!! :D <3

#ask #oc

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y-rhywbeth2 · 1 year ago

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D&D Vampire Lore Dump #2

"Biology" Their "metabolism" and their physical body, their senses, why they're not aging and "vampires actually make fantastic torture victims, if you're a monster: vampire healing and how to inflict scars on them."

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER FOR FIRST TIME READERS: There are two things to note about the lore presented here: First, while the standard stat block in the monster manual is the default, in terms of lore vampires have this annoying tendency to be incredibly, stupidly varied. They are magical monstrosities ruled by the power of symbolism and superstition above anything else.

The next is that D&D is decades old, spans five editions, several settings and hundreds of writers. One guy establishes a piece of lore, and then the next picks it up goes "nah" and writes something else. I collected info from four different source books, all from different editions, which naturally don't entirely agree on how vampires work. Lore never stays consistent and may contradict itself. You may see information somewhere else from a source I don't have that contradicts what I wrote here. If you read this and like some of this stuff but not other bits, take the good and ditch the rest. Larian themselves have not written BG3 totally compliant with some established D&D lore or the original games.

Basically, in D&D, canon is what you decide it is.

Feeding | "Biology" | Hierarchy | Weaknesses and Cures | Psychology

The transformation into a vampire causes little physical change, except for the fangs, and the fact that their facial features seem take on a permanent hardened expression, appearing more "feral" in a way that is likened to a starving wolf. Spawn moreso than freed vampires, and in 5e they have claws despite the fact that freed vampires don't. Rarely a vampire's eyes turn red upon changing, but this doesn't usually happen. Their eyes do start glowing red when they're angry through.

Most of the vampire's five senses are sharpened by undeath. They can see perfectly in the dark, for example, and are very hard to catch off guard. The only one that gets duller than it was when they were alive is the sense of touch - "a blunt, phantom sense of touch, more mechanical than biological. It is a pale, crude approximation of a real tactile sense." They don't feel the effects of physical exertion and their ability to feel pain is dulled (but not nonexistent). They're not particularly bothered by high or cold temperatures unless they're at extremes (like frostbite levels, or "standing by a lava pool" levels). They're also largely unbothered by electric shocks.

They don't breathe, though they do actually have a heartbeat as their blood still gets pumped around their body. It doesn't provide any biological need of a living circulatory system, but is possibly part of keeping the body animated via magic.

Vampires do not produce body heat and tend to be room temperature to the touch unless they've fed within the last 24 hours, in which case they appear alive.

Lacking brain activity on account of being dead, vampires are immune to mind effecting spells and psionics. The fact that Astarion is affected by the tadpole is likely due to Netherese magic. The parasite is canonically modifying his undead state to its needs and has shut down his vampiric abilities, as he observes in one banter.

Their physical abilities massively increase. They have superhuman strength, speed and reflexes and are far more durable than the living.

Vampiric blood looks like humanoid blood at first glance, but takes on a golden sheen when held up to a light source. Also if the vampire it came from is still alive, then that blood can have strange magic properties… which are random! Maybe it burns like acid, or puts you under mind control if you touch it, or explodes into flame when exposed to sunlight! You won't know 'til you find out, it could do anything or nothing.

Vampires are capable of siring partially-undead children with the living (Dhampirs). Dhampirs are alive but as they grow up and their undead heritage starts to manifest they begin to share their vampire parent's cravings and feeding habits and are not terribly fond of said parent, as a rule.

Vampires are the only undead that require sleep. That turned out to be a very long topic of its own though, so maybe I'll focus on the details another time. Short version: Vampires have an instinctive knowledge of how close sunrise is. Some vampires can chose to sleep much like humans, others will immediately shut down the second the sun appears over the horizon and be dead until the moment it next sinks below said horizon, at which point the vampire is 1000% aware and awake again. They are bound to soil from their grave/homeland and must sleep on/in that or be destroyed. In BG3 specifically, looking at Cazador, elves still reverie (trance) in undeath. (In reverie, elves relive their memories of years gone by in vivid real time instead of dreaming. It's how elves avoid forgetting their own lives while living 700+ years) Vampires also hibernate, where they chose to go into a deep sleep for an unknown and uncontrollable length of time reaching centuries in length. Usually due to depression.

A vampire's body is frozen in time, and they will always have the same appearance they had when they died. The magic that keeps the vampire frozen in time, unageing, also gives them regenerative properties as it tries to reset them. Within minutes of receiving a wound, the wound has closed itself as if it were never there. "Wounds close, broken bones reform themselves, even missing limbs regenerate…" Reducing a vampire to 0 hit points also does not kill them, but that's for a later instalment. If one were to torture a vampire one could get both incredibly creative and make it last indefinitely.

They also can't get new tattoos or piercings, as the body heals them over again and pushes out the ink/metal. On the same logic if they had body modifications before they died then they'd never be able to get rid of them - if you scrape off the skin a tattoo is on or tore off a pierced lobe, the skin that grows back will still have the tattoo and the ear will have the hole for the earing still there.

However, there are forms of magical damage that inflict permanent marks on a vampire, which are called stigmata. Sunlight, holy water, holy symbols and the like are known to leave a scar. A silver plated blade might also do it.

There are two energy planes: Positive and Negative. Also known as the Planes of Life and Death, whose energies infuse the Prime Material Plane (which contains worlds like Earth and Toril). Living creatures are powered by positive energy (also called "radiant"), while the undead are animated by negative energy ("necrotic"). It's actually theorised that the undead somehow exist on the Prime Material Plane and the Negative Energy Plane simultaneously, though this seems gets into a lot of planar lore and conflicting information that I'm not going into. Traditionally, due to this difference, the undead are healed by spells made of negative/necrotic energy such as Inflict Wounds spells, but in reverse would be harmed by healing spells. 5e has not included this detail, that I've seen.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #i seem to recall something about Vampire the Masquerade writers also writing for Ravenloft #I can definitely see it #long post

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