#and ignore them phantom a really nice guy

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 10

I’ve read quite a few fics where you have amity Parker’s in Gotham causing chaos. Not so much a field trip to amity. Which is a tourist attraction town.

So maybe a school trip or forced vacation ends up with one or a few members of the batfam in amity park.

First thing they realize is there is no traffic cops. Jack Fenton nearly hit them and obviously needs his license taken away. It’s obviously bad as all the amity park citizens just know how to avoid them. Like the citizens just don’t care and are used to it.

Second thing is that civilians find out ghost are in fact real. Any member of the hero community are like okay supernatural problem here. The ghost that makes them realize this is box ghost. Once more the amity park citizens don’t care. It’s just the box ghost phantom will handle it and continue amongst there day.

So now there is an unknown vigilante who just is in this nowhere town. One with comparable powers to Superman. That part is concerning and report worthy. Plus the Fentons seem to be set on hunting down ghost. About how they’ll rip them sort molecule by molecule so looks like mad scientists are here as well.

Then technus shows up with his I’ll take over the world. Communication outside is not working. No contact for help nothing. Obviously Danny handles it and soups him. Nobody in town was batting there eyes at this point. Just talks like at least it wasn’t vortex or overgrowth this time.

So whoever was in the town now has to make a report. There is a unknown vigilante who is over powered, it’s obvious they’ve been going for a while no one batted an eye, very big ghost problem and mad scientists in town. It’s gonna be a fun report.

[zedif-y]

please imagine zedaph cuddling his boyfriend in every single bed contraption hes ever made. yes including the one that kills you 10 times thats just what you get when your boyfriend is zedaph

The crazy thing is, he feels safe around Zedaph.

Tango narrows his eyes. Sometimes, at least, if not all the time.

(He can almost hear Zed's voice.)

(Sometimes?! Zedaph would reply, aghast. I'll have you know that I am the pinnacle of safety! The safest in the land!)

(Tango snorts. Yeah, right.)

He pets idly at Zed's hair, the blonde curls soft as he begins to card through them. They part easily, which would be surprising, Tango thinks, if he hadn't known the guy for years— Zed may not give a rat's ass about maintaining his hair, but he hates when it tangles.

Zedaph snores, soft and muffled into Tango's chest. His arm is thrown around Tango's middle, their legs tangled up underneath the sheets. Zed's clinging to him like a koala.

Tango hums, staring up at the smooth stone ceiling. It's nice here, you know, if you ignore the—

His eyes drift to the walls.

—The everything else.

Cold, stoic faces of the observers Zed has placed around his bed stare them down, easily mistaken for guardians if Tango didn't know exactly what they were for.

Tango shivers, drawing his eyes away. Talk about creepy.

At this point, he's only like 40% worried about the 'waking up to die 10 times' thing. Which. Might say some things about his survival instincts, but hey.

Zedaph mutters something incoherent under his breath. Tango's thoughts falter as Zed shifts a little, burying his face into Tango's neck. Tango's tail sways languidly off the side of the bed.

It's insane, really, how Zed makes him feel like this.

Makes him feel like things will be okay, even when he's staring death right in the face. Like things will work out, and when they don't, it's not the end of the world.

(Tango shivers, feeling the phantom cold of- of space. Loneliness and isolation and the cool, sarcastic voice of Holsten—)

...It's not the end of the world.

Tango lets out a breath.

He doesn't really know how to explain the feeling, but the peaceful quiet of the night makes him want to try. Makes him want to put to words what he feels when Zedaph smiles at him, in that bright, distinct curve that makes his cupid's bow stretch and Tango's heart stutter in his chest.

Makes him want to explain why he feels fine, feels safe even when he's just a button press away from death at any moment in Zed's base, as long as Zedaph is there at his side.

Makes him feel like sunlight.

Tango makes a face.

When did he get so poetic?

(He looks down at Zed's sleeping face, and thinks he might have an idea.)

Overcome with... A fluttering something, Tango presses a kiss between Zed's horns—they're short, filed down into dull points for exactly this sleeping arrangement— and smiles a little when he feels Zed's fluffy ears twitch in his sleep.

Dammit all, Tango thinks to himself, scowling. Why's he so cute?

Tango thinks Zed would have words to say about that. He presses another kiss on his head for good measure.

His eyelids start to feel heavy. Tango lets out a breath, closes his eyes.

He focuses on the warm line of Zedaph beside him, the soft snoring, the gentle breathing. The world seems to shrink— just the two of them, huddled together on this bed.

What's a little death, really, in the face of this?

[omega-e123]

i love the way you write Shadow. I don’t know it’s just so in character of him. Not overly flirtatious, but is subtlety suave at affections. 🙏

AHDOSHSOSHSJSS

THANK YOU V MUCH!! REALLY!! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME

It makes me happy to know I’m not deviating too far from his canon personality. (Even though Boom!Shadow that…. I will ignore. IDW is a hit or miss, theres def some characterization I don’t like, and some spot on from past renditions.)

“Mini” Ranting about out his character below.

I like to think that he’s not really familiar with romantic love. It’s all pretty new to him, but that doesn’t mean Shadow isn’t completely in the dark. hehe

To me, he seems like the type of guy to begrudgingly (/p) go to Rouge and Amy for advice, tips, help. Take things nice and easy.

Shadow’s a smart guy! He can figure things out.

Look at him in SA2 when interacting with Eggman. The mysterious mild manipulation of promise granting him a wish if Egg did his bidding for Chaos emeralds. That’s just one example.

He’s also gentle and kind when he wants to be. At heart a really caring person.

Obviously, his relationship with Maria is a prime example.

There’s the instance of when Amy went to hug him from behind, mistaken for Sonic. He doesn’t push her away. Let’s it happen, stay there until she’s realized her mistake. Looking at the cutscene, it sort of looks like when she runs off, Shadow’s curious about her.

Then the time where he saves Rouge from blowing up, risking his self. It was SO close. The timing of when Shadow came to pick her up. There’s ‘06 too. Which again, I think is his best character arc. The power slide to catch Rouge from falling. OOG. I LOVE THAT SCENE SO MUCH. There’s also in heroes where he gets her to safety when Omega went berserk.

Helped out Sonic too— Most notable ones I can think of is jumping in front of Silver, allow Sonic to escape and save Elise. The other one is when the Phantom Ruby copy of him went to fuck Sonic up and he intervened. Also the entirety of Sonic Prime!

I DIGRESS.

Shadow can also at the same time be a smug, prideful, little shit. Loot at that face!!! He’s so proud of himself.

Of course he’s going to distance himself from people. Imagine having someone you deeply care about die right in front of you again. There’s nothing more that could have been done to save you. Yeah, I’d avoid getting too close to people too!

Shadow is a little meow meow that is doing his best. Give this guy a hug.

Update:

After SxSh Gen, he is shown to be SO much more expressive and more open with his emotions with Maria and Professor Gerald. Spoilers ahead!

After meeting them again, he's quick to think about saving them, not thinkng about the consequences of what that may bring.

His anxiety being shown. Reassuring not only them but himself that his family will be fine. Along with actually showing his panic when they begin to disappear. The facial expression and Shadow's tone of voice. He's not hiding it at all.

GOSH THE SMILE. HIS SMILE. THE SLOW WALKING BACKWARDS, NOT WANTING TO BREAK CONTACT WITH MARIA.

As his relationship grows with his significant other, the more connected to his emotions and safe he feels to display them to you and ONLY YOU.

I definitely think comparing his personality 1 year into the relationship versus 10 years is drastic. First year, he's more cautious. Not just with his inner thoughts but with accidentally offending you. Shadow knows he can be blunt and straight forward. Over time he's so much more comfortable telling you waht is on his mind. Shadow still needs his time to brood and collect himself; however, it comes more naturally to him to reach out when needed.

[currentfandomkick]

So. Reincarnated!Danny and Tim has taken over my brain. And the trans headcannons for both Tim and Danny, and Kitty and Johnny resulted in what’s below. Debating calling this the RookAU as i like that for Tim’s future solo identity, and color palette wise it reminds of phantom.

Toddler-adjacent Tim with ghosts, Constantine and decent parents below in fic form

Tim was used to seeing people others ignored. The nice lady in the pearl necklace and the pretty green pendant that matches her ring. She’s always with this nice biker who checked Tim over whenever he fell and said he was “a doctor before i kicked the bucket again,” while doing a reflex and booboo check.

The pair had a habit of staying around his neighbors and hovering around a Tim a lot.

No one else said high to them. The biker said its because his shadow was bad luck, but Tim saw it wrap around Batman and Robin before and go through bad guys who stopped fighting as good in a bank robbery before. The biker’s shadow is really a big helper and chooses what type of luck you get.

He’s not sure if the biker worked that out—the one with the 13 on his bike and wore the green skull necklace—there are a lot of bikers that drive through people but no one gets hurt-hurt.

Tim drew a lot of the ignored people in crayon. Some were bleeding but Mr. 13 told him they’re stuck like that as ‘Thats how shades are’ and ruffled Tim’s hair.

Sometimes the pair visited instead of only seeing him when his parents let him go to boundary by their properties. It’s nice, but they’re very weird about names, and Tim.

The woman told him she has a few names, and so does her husband. She said Tim could give them names too! Having a lot made you safer and stronger.

The biker calls her “kitty” a lot so she has to be a Catherine, but sometimes she’s “Martha” too. Tim didn’t like the idea of using the biker’s names for her.

She calls the guy Johnny a lot, Thomas and Tom. Tim doesnt know which is their middle names or what crimes they did to use those all the time, but they’re really nice to him! He’s pretty sure he likes being Mr. 13 too!

Sometimes they mention they knew him “before you went round two, little man!” but they don’t call him the name he went by, as “you and your uh, cousin I think you two decided on? Shared a name and your old one was real close to it. So not the best thing to call you that little man.”

Tim chose his name for himself, and Mommy and Daddy got it changed everywhere. No one needs to know, just like no one will know since Mommy and Daddy are very sneaky and are teaching him to be sneaky!

He was still debating if Kitty Martha and Johnny Tom would like to be Miss Pearl and Mr. 13…

The two murmured he needed to be careful about which people he noticed, especially if they were blue or green, or if other people didn’t see them. ‘Shades’ can be tricky and Tim is little enough they can do a lot of damage, according to Pearl.

But the parade of people at home made it hard. There were other people in and out of the various houses he grew up in that his parents and others ignored. Mom called them his ‘imaginary friends’ when he saw them on the street. But they pretend not to see servants and the help too.

Pearl. he liked that for her; Martha Kitty Pearl. She followed him when he left the house and shooed the others away. Sometimes Pearl blew a kiss and a bunch of shades were gone!

Johnny Tom 13’s shadow buddy cursed people sometimes. Mostly it made their phone work worse. Shadow likes cheezits.

Dad thought it was a little funny, feeding the ‘Shadow’ and giving it to the wrong spots. Shadow didn’t care, but Pearl and Johnny didn’t like it.

Dad stopped laughing about it when Tim asked why there was a bird with a person’s face flapping at some of the jars his parents brought home from the latest dig.

Mom knelt down slowly, looking at her work friends and Dad. “Sweetie, can you draw what you saw?”

Bird person noticed he was pointing at them and made a lot of loud angry sounds.

Tim covered his ears and screamed back.

The bird person froze. Tim huffed before grabbing the crayon.

“Sorry, they were too loud. They stopped trying to grab the jar though. Do you still want a picture?”

Dad knelt down beside Mom and nodded slowly.

Mom looked at the jar. “Timmy, should Mommy move it back?”

Tim told her no, the bird person wanted it there and kept moving otherwise.

After showing off his drawing, Mom and Dad changed languages they way they always did when it was a grownup conversation.

The bird person flew over and looked at his drawing, and him.

“Pearl and 13 said I’m not supposed to say hi. But you’re not a shade—are you a meta?”

Tim. Had no clue what the bird person was saying, flapping scuffling about. They pecked his drawing. A lot. They were not, very much not, happy about being there.

Tim frowned. Mom and Dad were talking to their friends in hushed tones, and moving out of the room.

Tim huffed and grabbed a map of the world and put it out for them. The birdperson squaked at him, gesturing to the place they are on it.

Tim pointed to the continent they’re on. “Mom’s friend calls it the ‘new world,’ but it’s been here for longer than I’ve been alive. But shades can be a lot older than me… and you’re not a shade.”

Tim hummed, wishing Pearl or 13 was there. They said you have to speak and feel what you mean sometimes to talk to other ignored people.

“I’m not sure what you are if you’re not a meta. But I think you want to go, go home?” Tim tried to focus on what made home, home. Mom and Dad reading to him together, holidays and singing silly songs. It was warm and an invite to play and rest.

The birdperson flew to him and perched itself on his shoulder.

“You’re very light,” Tim commented. “Do you want any water?” He focused on cups and drinking this time.

The bird person huffed, gently hitting him with their wing.

“Got it. Not thirsty.”

He went back to his book, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, and let the angry bird person hop down his shoulder, but stay touching Tim, as they grabbed the crayon and made marks on some paper he left by the map.

His parents came to check in on him and saw the bird person’s drawing on the paper, grabbed his drawing of the bird person, and whisper-yelled enough he knew they were not happy, but not to the point he knew what it was exactly.

“Do you think I did something bad?” Tim asked quietly, with this swirling abyss twisting in his gut.

The bird person ruffled their feathers and said a word that felt like a ‘no.’

A few hours later a man who said he could call him “Connie” came in. His parents kept calling him Constantine. There was a nice floating man with him that everyone but Connie ignored.

Tim waited for them to be distracted and asked the floating man one of the safe questions 13 and Pearl gave him for safe ghosts.

“What do you like to be called?”

The floating man paused, floated lower and stared at him.

“It’s okay, you’re a guest and it’s okay to talk to guests. I chose Tim!” He smiled, hoping his parents didn’t have to bring up his old name.

“Deadman,” the floating man offered his hand.

Tim shook it like Dad does.

“and try not to spread around your name to others ghosts. We can uh, overwhelm the ones who can see us.”

Tim frowned, ignoring his parents’ eyes and Connie’s look as their conversation quieted. They’d just say he was talking to an imaginary friend again.

“Is that what I should call the green and blue people? I know the one with the goop coming out are usually shades.”

“Some of us are obvious with the colors, some are more like me and very pale. Do I look solid to you?”

“If you aren’t a shade you’re solid. It’s why birdie is hard to workout. They’re more see through but feel very solid.”

“Right.” Deadman’s face tightened by the eyes and his mouth. “Most people see through ghosts like air. Sometimes we can be see-through like hair. Its. Not common to see us as solid, even at your age.”

“Oh. Is that why a lot of you glow if you get close? Not a lot, but like, like… sunset hair! but not golden just, other colors, but all of you—everywhere! Shades don’t glow unless they’re changing color.”

“I can’t say for sure, most mediums see me half here, half not.”

That felt familiar. Bird person flew over, absently grooming Tim’s hair with their feathers.

“That sounds annoying. Do you want to watch Blue’s Clues with me while Mom and Dad do the serious stuff? Blue takes a while to get what you’re saying but Mom said she’s hard of hearing and won’t get hearing aides—that’s why Dad said it’s important to learn sign language.”

“Did he?” Deadman asked.

“M’hm!”

Connie explained some adults only thing to his parents while Deadman and Tim tried to make Steve to understand they already knew where Blue was, and know just how bad he is at instructions.

When the episode was over, Tim, Deadman and Birdperson went to knock on the door where his parents were. Or Tim did.

Deadman floated through and told Connie they were ready.

Connie sat him down, and started asking questions Pearl and 13 made him promise not to answer as that’s what exorcists ask before making people go away.

He loves 13 and Pearl, and knows they watch over Mr. Wayne who acts happy when he isn’t. His happy face and his “happy” faces are very different. The “happy” face is more like Steve’s face movements, while his happy face is always soft and barely there if you don’t pay attention.

Tim always pays attention.

“Look kid, I know you can see souls who are stuck between the living realm and the dead realms. Deadman is dead.”

Tim scowled as he knows what dead is—it’s when bodies stop working. Souls and spirits are vastly different. “He’s not Gone or Ended, so he’s not dead-dead-dead. And that’s not uncommon to know or see at my age so bleh!”

“Tim!” His parents tried to chide him.

Connie waved them off and motioned for Tim to continue.

“It’s true! And if I did, then you’d make my friends Ended or Gone and they choose to stay.”

Connie paused at that, making the same face mom does when working out something weird going on in Drake Industries. “Does this guy choose to stay?” He pointed to the bird person.

“No,” Tim answered with a small frown. He did spend a lot of time trying to communicate with them afterall, and the weird ‘feels like’ thing going on. “He wants to go home, but he can’t. I think the jars are like,” Tim trailed off, looking around to find his hotwheels tucked away in a corner. “Like cars to get him home or something.”

Connie hummed. “Not wrong in his case. But, seeing souls can be dangerous kid.”

“Only if they realize you can see ‘em.” Tim argued like Mom does with the investors. “And you invited Deadman in after being made a guest, so that’s allowed.”

“And a friend of yours teach you this?” Connie guessed with the ‘fake knowing’ look his dad used on a bad shareholder before they started listening to Mom.

…Tim can admit he loves being with Pearl and 13 and Shadow. But he’s not sure if friends is the right word. But if he uses the right feeling word around his parents, they’ll get sad and mad and he… he wants them to be happy.

“Nope. Not a friend, but not-not a friend either.”

“Cryptic, little—takes after Janet, huh?”

Tim smiled back at him, even as Mom and Dad share a look where Mom pretends she has no involvement and Dad is trying to get her to admit she is involved.

“I chose me to take after thank you very much.”

Connie snorted. “When you’re older, we can talk about how to use it. Until then, I’m going to give your parents some wards to keep the nasties from you.”

Tim didn’t like it. Or the sudden craving for burgers and shakes.

“Aren’t you going to help Bird Person get home?”

Constantine sighed. “Yeah, I’ll drop ‘im off. Just don’t borrow problems from the dead, okay?”

Tim stayed quiet, trying to work out what that meant.

Connie knelt down. “Its not your responsibility. If you want to try anything, contact me first and we can get you set up as an apprentice for another paranormal detective first and foremost and work it out from there, but that will be a long, long ways out.”

Tim nodded slowly, looking at his parents. Dad had a pinched face. Mom had her Gala Jerk Repellant smile one.

Tim’s heart sank.

“If they look ghostly, ignore them unless everyone can see them. Then you call me.”

Dad didn’t like letting go of their find. Mom hated something about it all.

Maybe that Tim can see secrets and get ghost gossip that she can’t.

When Pearl and 13 moved to the Drake Estate Tim took their hands and introduced them to his parents carefully.

His parents jumped back when Pearl and 13 each put a hand on his shoulders.

“Mom, Dad, this is Pearl and Thirteen.”

Pearl smiled at his parents, her hair more inky and short than her more-usual green shag. “Pleasure to see you two again. Hope

You don’t mind us watching over Timmy here given what tends to try and stick to him.”

“As long as our son is safe and free,” Mom supplied while shaking Pearl’s hand herself.

Tim wondered if this would be another board meeting fight or not.

“Jack,”13 acknowledged.

“Nice to see you again Tommy,” Dad offered his own hand. “Didn’t know Timmy here could uh, bring you back?”

“Likewise, and its 13 nowadays. Tim’s a special case,” 13 explained while ruffling Tim’s hair. “We’re gonna need you two to keep a secret from Old Connie for us about this.”

“Why don’t we work out what we need to do while Tim wears the ‘silence headphones’ we got him and practices his penmanship and drawing?”

“I’ll help him pick out a book!” Jack called, scooping Tim into his arms.

“Pig Pancake!” Tim perked up, squirming out of his grasp and running to find his favorite picture book.

His parents put his headphones on and everything was quiet. Just him and the book. And him trying to draw the pages and wrote like the letters on the page.

Kitty waved a hand infront of him to get his attention.

13 pointed at his ears.

Tim took off his headphones.

“Tim,” Mom began. “We came to an agreement. When your father and I are not here or are busy, Martha—yes I know it’s Pearl too I was getting there dear—will stay with you. Shadow will stay with their son if they’re both with you, and Tom—Thirteen—will go between the two of you.”

Tim kicked his feet. “So no Nanny?”

“Yes you still have a nanny when we’re not around sweetheart,” Dad answered. “But you also have Pearl to play with and keep you out of bad trouble.”

“Like the rogues when they break into schools?” Tim asked.

“Exactly sweetie,” Mom smiled. “Pearl is very good at making problems go bye-bye, and can get you somewhere safe. But we have to keep it a secret from Connie when he visits to make sure the wards on the house and the repulsions we’ll be putting on you to keep nasties away are working, alright?”

A smile bloomed on Tim’s face as he nodded along.

“Can Pearl and me play mario kart now?”

“What am I, chopped liver?” 13 bemoaned.

“Yep! C’mon Pearl, you can be Bowser this time—he’s the coolest!”

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny just wanted a nap, was that really so wrong?

He was homeless and tired from being chased around by that weird ninja death cult and the scary leader lady that gave him a back eye a few weeks ago. The injury was long gone now but he's sure as heck going to hold a grudge over it.

After managing to swipe a 12 inch hoagie and devouring it in minutes he started looking for a place to lie down and sleep. Unfortunately whatever city he had ended up in seemed to be a smog filled crime-fest and he couldn't go anywhere without having to teleport people around.

As a rule he refused to fight the living as there were too many ways for something to go wrong, and the thought of accidentally killing someone shakes his core. So teleporting them it was!

Finally, finally he found somewhere to nap. It was a lush garden on the rich side of the city. He just flew up into a comfortable looking tree and immediately konked out.

He woke up to the sound of yelling and looked up at the sky. Hmm. Judging about how much the sun had moved he had been asleep for more than a five hours. Nice. Looking back down he saw a teen around his age wielding a katana and demanding to know why he was there. He also kept calling Phantom a "pit demon", which, rude.

Danny usually isn't into the, "I studied the blade!" guys but other than that this guy was 100% his type. So he chose to actually chat with the other teen rather than just flying away and ignoring him. "I don't know what a pit demon is, but I'm just here for a nap."

"A nap." The green eyed teen responded, sounding rather critical. "In a tree. On the property an where an Al Ghul resides?"

Phantom felt his face twist in confusion, "An Al Ghul? What? Is that some type of exorcist?"

[venture4treasure]

"Footnote"

Words: 1065

Premise: Venture and Ex-Talon!Reader talk about history to-be.

Warnings: Scars, Description of violence 

Sprawled out across Venture’s lap with the afternoon sun warming your back is one of the most pleasant ways to spend your down time. You shove your face into the pillow between you and Venture, mind begging for a nap. They rest their hand on your back, tracing down the shape of your spine, you melt into the feeling. Their hand sneaks under your shirt and trails back up your back. You can feel their calluses against your skin, scratching an itch you didn’t realize you had. 

You hear their breath hitch and you lift your head to see what’s caught their attention. Their hand is stopped at the edge of a large scar that tore across your back. The scar tissue is smooth and pale, dipped slightly lower than the rest of your skin. It's also violently jagged and marred, few things could leave a scar like that.

“You can touch it, not like I can feel anything there anymore,” you laugh, trying to bring up the mood. You drop your head back onto the pillow.  

“I did this to you,” Venture frowns, ignoring your comment.

You roll over, turning your back against the couch. Venture’s hand finds its place on your stomach instead. You're a bit annoyed that your afternoon took a turn like this — you could be napping right now. And recalling the story of the scar isn’t nice either, the reminder is enough to make the area tingle with a phantom pain you shouldn’t even be able to feel. 

Nobody forgets how it feels to be on the receiving end of a proper fight with Venture, the tremors and rumble from their drill. The feeling of plates and threads meant for cutting stone against flesh. It’s unforgettable. 

—

You’d genuinely believed you were going to die that day. 

You had been with Talon back then, out in the field to find whatever it was that your commander sent your team out to find. ‘You’ll know when you find it’ was all the details you were given – you’d nearly rolled your eyes at him when you’d been given the order.

The search crossed paths with Overwatch and the Wayfinder Society. It was unlucky that both groups would be at the same site your team was assigned to. You were all ill-prepared to handle Overwatch, much less both organizations at once. You had call the shots, you told your crew to retreat and that whatever consequences Talon had for your cowardice would be easier to handle than if Overwatch had gotten ahold of you guys – despite being Talon-affiliated, your team weren’t bad people and definitely didn’t deserve to be doomed to whatever fate ‘good guys’ wrote for them.

You would’ve gotten away too if Venture hadn’t caught you – your first meeting. They had been mad, screamed and shouted about artifacts and history. You didn’t really register anything about what they were saying, the sound of rushing blood deafened you. You had every intention to put a bullet in their head and book it before any backup arrived. Unfortunately, ever stubborn and skilled, Venture didn’t withdraw at the notion of a gunfight. They fought well with such an unconventional weapon. Impressive in retrospect, but horrifying in the moment. There was no way for you to land a good shot with the way they were moving and defending. No matter how much you backed up, they closed the space between you two faster. 

Too close, you had managed to keep Venture from slamming their excavator into your front point-blank by swinging your rifle at it. The drill sent painful tremors through your arms when your gun made contact – if you had a spare moment, you’d wonder how Venture was even holding it. Having traded your weapon to save your life, you couldn’t do anything when Venture swung again except dive out of the way. 

You weren’t fast enough, the drill ripped through the clothes and flesh of your back and sent you face first into the ground. You had screamed, raw and fear-filled. It seemed to snap some sense into Venture, who shut off their excavator, the silence without the engine was suffocating. They approached you and you could see your own blood drip off the ridges of their weapon. They had a scowl on their face as they radioed their location and reluctantly threw their jacket on your wound and pressed to keep you from bleeding out. They mumbled about how it was the ‘right thing to do’. 

—

“I was on the wrong side of history then,” you shrug, your feigned nonchalance breaking Venture out of their remorseful thoughts. They chuckle a bit. 

“There’s no real wrong side of history,” Venture smiles down at you, their mind now on a different train of thought, “history is written by the winners, and everyone wants to win in the present”. 

You swat at the air, “technicalities and whatever. You think you’re the good guys, no? So, therefore, you should think that I was on the wrong side of history. Simple”.

“Uh-huh,” they say, amused at your logic. 

They watch you with a soft expression, wearing the golden hour sunlight so prettily. Your heart stutters at the sight. 

“Look,” you swallow, “it’s my eternal joy to be able to spend my life as yours”.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Venture coos, unsure where the unprompted affection is coming from, but happy to hear it nonetheless, “I love you t-”

You pull at their shirt, tugging them down to meet them halfway for a kiss. They give into you easily. 

“Sloan- No,” you correct yourself, “Venture”.

Your voice saying their call sign catches their complete attention.

“Venture,” you reiterate, your hand tangling in theirs, “your story was meant for the history books. Venture will be remembered for years and years after we’re all long gone. Venture of the Wayfinder Society, Venture of Overwatch, you’re destined for the spotlight in history. Maybe you’ll even get your own chapter,” you laugh.

“Right or wrong side of history, I’m happy to be just a footnote in your story”, you add softer, “as your lover”.

Venture hisses something in Spanish – you’re certain it’s a swear. 

They squeeze your hand, “Amor, I’ll make sure my story is a good one so you can be proud to be a part of it,” they promise with unwavering conviction. 

“I know,” you breathe, “I know you will, Sloan Cameron”.

Author’s Note: Reader’s fight with Venture was when Overwatch was first building relations with the Wayfinder Society. So, new and inexperienced, Venture mostly fought on instinct and emotion. They aren’t as violent anymore in fights. 

If you made me write out the entire story in my mind, it’s enemies to lovers. Slow burn, but picks up pretty fast once Reader and Venture’s relationship shifts from negative to friendly. During Reader’s time as a captive, Venture is constantly dropping by to share information about artifacts, at first to guilt-trip Reader and later it evolves into a daily routine to share about their day to Reader. Eventually, this relationship convinces Reader to spill what they know about Talon. Venture convinces Overwatch to let Reader go. Now they both live together and fall in love and all that good fun. Cheers! 

Hope it’s not too out of character… I haven’t been able to consume much Venture content lately :( It got harder and harder to get the confidence to write again, so I sat down (reminded myself that I am supposed to be less critical of my writing here) and just wrote whatever I wanted :)

[shiorimakibawrites]

Hi Shiori!! Can I request a “Grab Your Tissues” for either Matt or Frank? Whoever you’re feeling more for the prompt: “I can’t sleep”

Hi Sapph! I hope you enjoy this (as well as your trip!)

Tags/Warnings: Insomnia, Low self-esteem, Mention of Stick, Referenced child abandonment Taglist: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza

Can’t Sleep

Matt couldn’t sleep.

Not an unusual occurrence for him. His sleep schedule was terrible. Had been for years. Ever since the accident. Even with Stick’s training, he couldn’t seem to shut out the world enough to sleep sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights.

It seemed like every little sound in this building kept drilling into his ears. Foggy’s snores. People talking in the rec room. Other students in their dorms having sex or arguing. Or in the case of Jimmy and Amanda two floors up, both at the same time. People watching a movie or listening to music. The buzz of the lights, the rattling of the pipes, the flushing of toilets. The list went on and on. All perfectly normal sounds, typical for the student hall at night. No one was being particularly loud but for some reason Matt just couldn’t tune it out.

It didn’t help that his bed was uncomfortable. The laundry service had gotten backed up. So when Matt had accidentally spilled dinner all over his sheets, he didn’t have any fresh ones to put on. Foggy immediately offered his spare set so Matt wouldn’t have to sleep on a bare mattress until he got his spare sheets back. Or dirty ones got washed. Whichever came first.

Matt appreciated it. Really he did. Foggy was a good friend. A better friend that someone like him deserved. But all the gratitude in the world wouldn’t change that these cotton-poly blend sheets felt like sandpaper on his skin.

He was out of practice ignoring the sensation. He had gotten used to silk. He could hear Stick calling him a pussy for allowing himself to become so dependent on something like silk sheets. And maybe he was right. But it had been so nice, being comfortable while he slept, for the first time since the accident. He had thanked God for leading him to that girl’s bed during his first semester. Her silk sheets had been a revelation. So much of one that Matt had taken some of his precious cash and immediately bought two sets.

Foggy had teased him about it a little, joking that he was turning their dorm room into a brothel. They ended up pondering the logistics of such a venture, one of those bizarre yet thoroughly entertaining conversations he often had with Foggy. Sometimes it felt like he could tell Foggy anything.

Matt rolled over, trying to find a less uncomfortable spot. Another reason he couldn’t sleep. A debate weighed heavily on his mind. An argument he had been having with himself for months. Should he tell Foggy about his senses? His training? What really happened the night Elektra dumped him?

He wanted to. Sometimes it was all he could do to keep it behind his teeth. To only give the barest of hints, hoping that Foggy would pick up them. Put two and two together. It was possible. Foggy was a smart guy. Far smarter than he liked to give himself credit for. Sometimes it seemed like he had, from some of his questions.

But another, equally powerful part of his mind, dreaded Foggy learning those things. That Hey buddy would transform into Get away from me freak.

No matter how many times Matt tried to tell himself that Foggy wasn’t like that. He wasn’t cruel. Convince himself that Foggy wouldn’t reject him for his abilities. Remember how Foggy had gotten in people’s faces for being homophobic or racist or any number of things. He had protested bills targeting mutants. Every logical part of his brain said telling Foggy was safe.

And yet the terror remained. The knowledge that he was so awful that even as a baby, his own mother couldn’t stand him. The phantom sound of Stick’s retreating footstep clogged his ears. The ghost of Elektra’s perfume and that man’s blood filled his nose. All of it froze his tongue in his mouth. Seized his jaw in crushing grip.

He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk losing his friend. Matt was too weak. He needed that connection, craved the easy affection Foggy gave him as easy as breathing. He couldn’t lose it. He couldn’t . . .

“Matt?”

Matt started. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even heard Foggy wake up. Or sit up for that matter.

“Hey Foggy,” he said. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Foggy said. “It’s 3 AM.”

Matt shifted so he was facing the direction of Foggy’s bed. “I can’t sleep.”

“Why? Bad dreams?”

“Nah . . . just worried about that final in Dr. White’s class,” Matt answered. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Buddy, you shouldn’t be worried about that. You got that philosophy junk backwards and forwards.”

“It’s not junk,” Matt retorted automatically, sitting up himself when he heard Foggy moving. Getting up. “What are you doing?”

“Grabbing my laptop,” Foggy said. “Since neither of us can sleep, we’re watching a movie.”

“You were sleeping just fine.”

“Oh contraire mon ami, I was as restless as you were. You ain’t the only one worried about finals.” Foggy said. It was a lie. Matt didn’t need to hear the little skip in his heart to know that. And yet . . .

“What movie?”

“Do you really have to ask? The Princess Bride.”

“Haven’t you seen it a million times?”

“And I’ll see it a million and one.”

Matt let it go. It wasn’t worth arguing with Foggy about it. He recognized that tone. Besides he liked The Princess Bride. Listening to it one more time wouldn’t hurt.

[eeboshmeebo]

🕰️I missed you!🕰️

Pro Hero Monoma x Reader

Short. I was sparked by a song.

@jyohan

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You snuck around, diving into darker areas and parts of the crowd that helped you blend in, your objective being the Hero Agency up in front that was blocked off with lots of people on guard, even the civilians were wary, let alone the ones wearing merchandise with stopwatches on them...

Bypassing the crowd of fans, taking the fire escape stairs up the back of the building, nodding to a sidekick and entering through the back door, you made your way closer to your goal.

The employees already knew what was going to happen, but they ignored you as you passed them by in a rush. One even sighed as you almost tripped them and hastily apologized as you kept running.

They all knew...

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...that something inevitable would happen.

And it did.

"DAAAAAAARLIIIIIING~!"

Along with that cry were the exasperated groans of Battlefist with her tean, who was visiting to do a check up on Monoma's behavior, and the rest of the sidekicks. And the defeated mumbles of the crowd outside, because the agency didn't really have great sound insulation.

"Oh! My love! I should've noticed!"

Following that was a crash, inciting the technician who just finished up repairing the computers in the PR room to twitch in irritation before an intern went to calm him down.

"Poor mister Atsu..."

"He gets a bonus for all of that, even if he has such a stressful workload. What do you think they broke this time?"

"...he's going to have a heart attack."

Poor Atsu. He looked like he was going to have a vein visibly pop out of stress.

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Meanwhile, you cuddled into your beloved's arms with the remains of a computer to the side. On the floor. Luckily, there was a very nice carpet underneath.

"I missed you so much, Nene! You didn't come back for such a long time, I was getting worried!" You protested a bit, before nuzzling your face into his suit.

"I'm sorry, my love! I had to go to a different prefecture to deal with the villain, but I'll try to make sure to let you know next time, okay?"

Neito Monoma, better known as Phantom Thief, had wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head with an endeared smile on his face. He lifted your chin to look up at him, though he was craning his neck to look back at you.

"I promise, my little jewel."

"Promise? Then you've gotta seal that promise... with a kiss!"

You both giggled at that, sitting upright as you cupped his face with your hands.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your lips, and you kept a close hold on nis necktie-

"Dear Kami-sama."

The kiss was broken off immediately as a whispered prayer came from the technician, who had just opened the door. His eyes were locked onto the unfortunate computer and its PC, which somehow didn't land on the carpet. The computer itself was mostly fine, but the PC was... well, in short, it was a goner.

Like the technician.

He had fainted while standing up, causing an employee to call the medical department in the agency so he won't accidentally hurt himself when he fell over eventually.

"...oops."

"Hey, Awase-san? Can you remind me to schedule a raise for Atsu-san?"

Welder, or Awase, was one of the people Battlefist had brought over for the visit. He clenched a hand at the sight of the technician.

"Yeah. He deserves it, with how much stuff you guys break."

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Outside, the fans knew they had failed. There was a small challenge that if someone could stop Phantom Thief's lover, he'd finally hold a meet-and-greet with his fans. Judging by the happy voices inside, they had failed.

So, they leave in defeat, but they'll try again another day.

Oh yeah, and mister Atsu recovered. He's ranting to the nurses as they make sure he's alright.

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[undyingghoul]

Valentine's Ghoul/Ghoulette Headcanons

Hey, look, content! I am so tired and cannot think at all but I am doing this anyway. happy early valentine's day you guys, i hope it's good for you all <3 ~~~~~~~~~ Dewdrop- He won't let anyone know he enjoys it, not even his dear valentine. He's secretly very into the holiday but lucifer forbid he let it show in an obvious way. Flowers? Nah, he'll give you a nice bouquet of nothing. Chocolates? Overrated, overdone. He hisses at even the thought of giving them to his valentine. There will be a nice card though, entirely handmade. He'll also make a coupon booklet... Except it's not entirely hugs and kisses, if you catch that drift, but those are included for the sake of fluff and wholesome purposes. He's a sucker for that secretly too. He won't do a fancy smancy dinner, but rather get a takeout dinner of your choice (he'll ignore Swiss puppy dog eyeing it and whining for some from the kitchen entirely by the way). Overall, he has his own special way of celebrating, but he still makes an effort for it to be as perfect as possible.

Mountain- Flowers. Right off the bat. The minute he sees his valentine? A nice bouquet of flowers tailored just for them in a fancy vase. He'd also get you a small basket filled with your favorite snacks, drinks, small items, and a card. Mountain is very traditional when it comes to this holiday but he wouldn't have it any other way. He'd spend the entire day by their side, doing what they want when they want, how they want. He'd end the day with a nice candlelit dinner in the greenhouse with your chosen dinner he cooked just for his valentine. And of course some snuggles and cuddles. That is a must you know.

Rain: The lake is the hit spot for Valentine's day. Rain planned out an entire day at the lake, getting Dew in on the fun by helping keep things warm if it gets too cold. Dew agreed to help because he knew how much Rain was worried about this day. He wanted to help Rain have it be as smooth as possible. Rain also may or may not have gotten help from Mountain in decorating the lake with pretty plants. And the picnic on the dock was just amazing even though Rain fell into the lake at one point from tripping over his tail. Perhaps he was a soggy boy, but a happy soggy boy.

Swiss: At first Swiss didn't know what to do. Everyone else had grand ideas, but then he remembered how busy the local shops were this time of year. It was almost like the universe wanted this to happen. He took his valentine to the shops with maybe too much money, but what better way to spend than spending it on someone you love and cherish, right? He bought some cupcakes, cookies, and brownies to share, salty and savory things, and way too many physical items. That one wrap he had at an American food stand really hit the spot for him though. After the day was done he came back with his valentine carrying so many bags Phantom nearly passed out from laughter- apparently, he looked a bit ridiculous to the young quintessence ghoul with the amount of bags, a furiously wagging tail, and a stupid grin on his face. But it was all worth it in the end.

Phantom: Oh LORD did he go above and beyond. When he found out this holiday was a thing he maybe got excited. Too excited. He may have collapsed from dizziness from how excited and riled he was. After Aether forced him to chill out for a bit he sprung into action, prepping everything for his valentine. Outfits, dinner, things to do- He had it all planned. He picked a nice outfit for him and brought his valentine to a local clothing store to get some clothes they wanted. After that, he spent time with them at the small library. He had somehow convinced the library to let him rent it for the day and he had used one of the corners to set up a cozy little nest area to read, chat, and snack in. He read books to his valentine, ones he knew they'd been meaning to read, and just soaked in the calming aura and presence. A nap was in order for a few hours but afterwards Phantom cleaned up their corner and took his valentine back to the Abbey for a nice dinner in the dens (it took some convincing but had the ghoulettes back him up to get it cleared for an hour or two). Needless to say he was in bed with his valentine and sound asleep before the rest of his pack came back.

Aether: He kept it on the down low. He didn't go above and beyond but didn't make it a sad holiday either. A card, a thoughtful and colorful flower bouquet, a small thing of candy and chocolates, and an adorable stuffed animal. He spent the day with his valentine entirely, watching cheesy romance movies, feeding them some chocolate snuggling up to his valentine under a nice cozy blanket, and ending with a nice pasta dinner. Though the day was not very busy it was still enjoyable and a good day. Cumulus: This ghoulette was prancing around in joy when she woke up. She fluffed up her hair all nice, put cute bows and ribbons in it, dressed in a nice casual yet alluring outfit, and sprayed some perfume on her. When she saw her valentine she was over the moon. Greeting them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek she quickly pulled them out to the gardens for a nice, slow walk. Talking, laughing, playful smacks and shoves- Oh how she loved it. Seeing her valentine smile and laugh made her purr and tail wag. She picked berries earlier from the fridge and brought them on the walk, sharing them and basking in the wonderful taste. It wasn't long before one naughty joke was made about that wonderful taste that had her cackling. At the end of the day she made a thoughtful dinner of all her valentine's favorites, along with some fruit on the side and a nice cold glass of soda. Cirrus: She made little puffball clouds for her valentine in the shapes of hearts as they woke up that morning. With a giggle escaping her she led her valentine to wonderful breakfast variety, filled with many options of sweet, salty, and savory. After a filling breakfast she took her valentine to the rooftops and made the clouds dance in the sky as the sun rose. The clouds reflected the colors: oranges, yellows, reds, purples, and pinks all seeming to mix into the clouds as they danced. She moved a cloud or five around her valentine slowly, letting it grace their skin to feel the cool sensation. After puffing the clouds back into place in the sky she just enjoyed time on the rooftop and its view with her valentine, talking about anything and everything until night hit and it was time to eat some dinner. Something easy was made that night but it was a very calming way to end the day.

Sunshine & Aurora: These two tag teamed it. Sunshine was experienced, and Aurora was beyond nervous. Sunshine agreed to help the new ghoulette traverse this holiday. Guiding Aurora carefully while her valentine was so incredibly patient and understanding, Sunshine couldn't help but smile. After some time Aurora became more comfortable and relaxed, easing into the holiday slowly. She paired with Sunshine to help put on a small show of fire and water with a touch of air. Sunshine swirled fire streaks through Aurora's clouds and through the center rings of water, letting the gentle burning fire swirl around her valentine. In the middle of the day it was declared by Aurora that she would share her valentine with Sunshine because she didn't want her to feel left out. Sunshine puffed a plume of smoke from her nose in excitement. The trio spent the day doing whatever they could find, even some arts and crafts that turned out to be an absolute blast. To end the day, Sunshine fried some fish in a pan and served some rice to go with it. Aurora added a small salad bowl and a fruit bowl into the mix. It was a delicious dinner and the best way to end the holiday.

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

I have this Lawlu fic idea called "The City of Light" in my drafts. I'm most excited about writing Law here. He's a pirate who disappeared a century ago and no one knows where he is. That is...

In the present day, Luffy stumbles upon an island that's seemingly abandoned. Usopp refuses to go, claiming he has 'fear of new islands diseases'. At their campsite, Usopp suddenly disappears. Whatever, Usopp probably got cowardly—nothing new. He and Zoro push on!

They end up on a city made of white gold. It's shiny, it's brilliant and sparkling. They're greeted by a handsome man who's older than them both but speaks kindly and warmly. He shows them around, feeds them whatever they want and gives them nice clothes. He promises to keep a look out for Usopp, but there's a weird look in his eye Zoro could not ignore. It gets worse when Luffy looks positively smitten.

One night, Zoro turns to Luffy and says, "Hey, this is nice but I think we should go back. I don't like the way he looks at you." Luffy just blinks, "Why?" Zoro explains, "Usopp's gone and I think he did it." Luffy never saw Zoro this nervous before but he agrees to be careful. The next day, Zoro's gone too. Whatever, maybe Zoro got lost. Zoro will come back. He always does!

(TW: Cannibalism.)

The next morning, Luffy sees his host under a waterfall while exploring the forest. That's when Luffy really sees him as a man, a gorgeous, sexy, irresistible one. He turns to Luffy and smiles. He invites Luffy to come bathe with him, which is an excuse for him to feel up Luffy approvingly while stripping him. He touches Luffy everywhere. His chest, his abs, his hips. He is just about to come closer until...

A plant nearly bites off the man's head. Then some sleeping gas.

Amidst the confusion, Usopp grabs Luffy and runs away into the forest, runs as far as he can back to their ship. Usopp tells Luffy that this guy's really fucking dangerous. He 'disappeared' because he got chased by this huge white bear demon (Bepo's sulong form) with shining blue eyes while collecting firewood. With enough effort, Usopp finally defeated the bear. That's not all. Usopp saw him try to lure Zoro into a cave by conjuring phantoms of Kuina demanding a rematch. The guy eats people in said cave. For a brief moment, Usopp swore he looked ancient, all wrinkly like a raisin as he devours them and only when he's had enough does he revert back to his youthful appearance. Just before Luffy can process this information, the man catches up to them and he is FURIOUS. He drew his sword to kill Usopp but Luffy pushes him off and punches him back. Luffy tells Usopp to run away and take care of Zoro and the others.

Luffy's unsure of what to make of this, but he decides to stick around just in case. By this point, Luffy's half in love. He did not want to think his first love could do anything bad...

The next day, Luffy stumbles upon a cave. When he looks inside, that's when he finally understood Usopp's urgency. The man was eating someone and was half-way through eating his arm that he looked up and saw Luffy. Luffy just walks up to him, finds the locket that accidentally dropped on the floor. He opens it and recognises the people inside. Luffy said he would leave the island to return the locket to the proper owner no matter what. The man's livid now.

They get into a heated argument about the world being dangerous or whatever but that doesn't matter. Right after Luffy says that he has his crew to protect him, the man knocked him out unconscious...

[violetlunette]

TWSTOber Day 22: Sharp

Pairings: Male Yuu x Silver with Lilia getting in the way.

“Looking sharp there, Angel.” Silver turned at the flirtatious tone. His heart leaped when he saw the figure it belonged to.

“Ah. Thanks, Yuu,” Silver replied, his gaze dropping to the side as he played with a strand of hair. “The costumes are based on the Longs of the East. Lord Malleus picked the theme.”

“Not what I meant, but eh,” Yuu shrugged, then gave Silver a lookover that sent a strange sensation throughout his body. “The costume does look great on you.” It was unusual to see the teen without Grim hovering around him and belting demands, but then again Silver supposed the same could be said about himself and Sebek.

Yuu gave Silver a grin that made the other heat up. “Then again, you could wear anything and it would suit you. Then again you could be wearing nothing and you’d look like a god. I know I’d worship you.” Silver coughed, trying to hide a flushing face.

“Thanks?” he said, not sure how to respond. He ran a hand over his neck as the back began to prickle slightly. “You look nice too.” Yuu lifted the black clock draped around him and made a face.

“Hah. I appreciate the thought of those guys, but they put more effort into Grim’s costume. I look like the Phantom Blot, white edition.” Silver tiled his head.

“Who?”

“Never mind.” Yuu started to slide closer to Silver but stopped before he got too close. His eyes darted side to side as his brow furrowed deeply. “Where Batman?” Silver blinked.

‘Batman?’ “You mean Lilia?” Silver then recalled that Yuu and Lilia were fairly close. Whenever he saw the two, they were roughhousing, just like Malleus and Leona. Yuu must have come here to find Lilia.

When he thought this, there was a slight pain in Silver's chest, but he ignored it. “Sorry to disappoint you, but he’s looking at the other attractions right now.”

“I see. And Crocodile Simp?”

“Sebek? He’s with Epel, I believe.”

“So, it’s just you?”

“Well, since Malleus is attending duties, I suppose so. Why?” Hearing this, Yuu’s entire being brightened like a jack ‘o lantern as he smiled broadly and he pulled himself to his full height.

“Oh, nothing!” He slid himself till he was side-by-side with Silver, his face beaming. Silver once again felt his heart jump at the proximity, and bats fluttered in his stomach.

“So, how’s your Halloween been so far—aside from the magicam beast, I mean?” Yuu asked conversationally, his smile shimmering. Silver didn’t understand why he was so happy, however, his expression brought a smile to Silver’s own face.

“I’ve had fun. Everyone really enjoyed themselves and I’m glad that people were impressed by the hard work that Malleus and the others put into the decorations.” Yuu cast a glance at the décor that dressed the Ramshackle dorm as if taking in the detail for the first time.

“Well, I’ll admit they do look pretty. Not as pretty as you but still.” Silver again.

“Th-that’s, um…”

“Heh. Nice to know I can leave you speechless.”

“Hm.” Silver didn’t speak, partly because he was sure he was being teased and partly because he didn’t know what to say.

An odd quiet fell between the two as the sound of the celebrations fell over them. This was one of the few times where Silver wished he was a man of words, like his father, as he felt he should say something but didn’t know what. It didn’t help that when he was around Yuu, Silver found himself becoming anxious, a feeling he never felt before.

‘I wonder why--’ Yuu interrupted his thoughts, his first word loud as a blast—which made Silver jump--before lowering.

“Well! Since it’s just the two of us, whaddya say I show you some over-the-top tricks and share special, one-of-a-kind treats?” As he spoke, Yuu leaned towards Silver’s face. Silver’s face changed color as Yuu’s breath tickled his ear.

“I, um, well--” Silver’s mind went blank and his tongue fumbled about at a loss as to what to do. “What—what kind of tricks… I mean, yes, I’d like to see them…” He was finally able to stutter back. He wanted to pull away as the closeness to Yuu seemed to make his brain shut down, however, at the same time, he didn’t. As shy as it made him feel, being so close made Silver feel—nice? Was that the word?

As embarrassed as Silver was, Yuu seemed to enjoy his expression as a devilish smirk crossed his features.

“Well, the first trick is—Ahh!” Yuu let out a loud yelp as he felt a sharp pain in his side, the hit that caused it knocking him through the air. Needless to say, Silver was startled as his eyes widened.

“Yuu?!” As Silver slipped into shock, a figure took Yuu’s place.

“I wouldn’t unless you want this night to become a gore fest,” Lilia said with a very pleasant smile that lit up his adorable features. Silver had to blink a few times as his brain loaded.

“Fa—Lilia?” Lilia beamed at him, his expression like one who hadn’t knocked a child into the fence of a haunted mansion.

“Hello, Silver! Sorry, I left you alone for so long!” he greeted,

“Ah, no, that’s...”

Off to the side, Yuu growled as he struggled to dislodge himself from the fence, which bent to accommodate his form.

“Fucking hell… Do you have fucking bat radar?!” he hissed, trying to move a leg. Still beaming, Lilia laughed at Yuu’s predicament.

“Kufufu! As a matter of fact, I do,” he told him, The light glinting of his smile. “And I’m very good at tracking so I can find you no matter where you go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Rook Senior,” Yuu sneered.

“See that you do. Here, since you seem stuck, why don’t I help?”

Silver smiled slightly as he watched Lilia and Yuu exchange their friendly banter while the former helped dislodge the latter from the fence. He was glad the two were close as Lilia was the most important thing in the world to him, and Yuu… was becoming very dear to him. (Though he was worried about the two roughhousing so much. Lilia was far stronger than Yuu, after all.)

As he watched the two continue their “creative discussion,” a thought came to Silver’s mind.

‘How... close are they?’ He recalled something Ortho mentioned when he brought up the two.

“Maybe they like each other!” the robot boy had exclaimed. “The way they act reminds me of how two leads act in romance novels.”

‘Like each other...?’

Silver put a hand over his chest as a sharp feeling pierced his heart.

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A/N: Silver couldn't be more wrong, lol. Poor Yuu.

I haven decided if I want to write a fic series with Yuu trying to woo Silver, only to be thwarted by Lilia at every turn, but I decided to use this prompt to play a little.

[chuckyslivinghell]

(something I wrote last week and I'm not sure what it is but I hope you guys like it :>)

Phantom × Dewdrop

The Ghouls ate breakfast together and everything was normal, they talked and as always Dewdrop ignored Phantom.

Since Phantom was the new rhythm guitarist Dew ignored him.

Phantom finished off his chores and walked into the garden, sitting on the grass with his guitar and just enjoying the rest of the warm and sunny day.

Phantom played guitar and hummed the melody when Dewdrop walked up to him.

Dew stood a few feet behind him, just listening and enjoying it even though he would never admit that he liked it or the quint in front of him.

After Phantom finished the song he noticed someone staring at him and turned around to face the shirt fire ghoul. Phantom was ready for everything, he was ready for Dew screaming or laughing at him but no, the other man softly smiled and complimented him.

"That sounded really good, I like it." Dewdrop told him, he was shocked and needed a second to register what he said. "Thank you, Dewdrop." He said shyly, a small smile playing on his face.

"May I join you?* Dewdrop asked him, he wasn't sure why he was nice to the younger ghoul but he also didn't mind it since they're a pack. Phantom nodded at his question, giving Dew the okay to take a seat on the ground next to him and that's what the fire ghoul did.

It was silent for a while, none of them knew what to say but after a while Dewdrop spoke up. "I'm sorry" these simple two words made Phantom smile and the quint knew what he meant without explanation.

"Don't worry, I know that you didn't want to be an arsehole. You're hurting because Aether left." The quintessence ghouls said softly.

"Still... It wasn't right of me to treat you like this and I'm really sorry... Please forgive me." Dewdrop said, it was obvious that he really was sorry.

Phantom smiles softly at him, putting the guitar aside and hugging Dewdrop.

Dewdrop was shocked but hugged him back after a short time, holding him tightly.

After a while they pull away and smile at each other.

"So... We're okay?" Dew asks, unusually shy and Phantom nods. "Yeah, we're okay, don't worry." Phantom says softly, taking his guitar again, placing it in his lap and beginning to play 'year zero'.

Dewdrop hums the melody, both of them relaxing and enjoying each other's company.

After the song ended there was a comfortable silence until Phantom chose to speak up again, a bit unsure if Dew would be okay with his idea.

"Maybe- ... Maybe we could watch a movie later? Of course only if you want and you're not uncomfortable with it, ple-..." Phantoms rambles until Dewdrop cuts him off with a soft smile. "Watching a movie together sounds nice."

"Wait you wouldn't be uncomfortable with watching a movie together?" Phantom was shocked, he didn't think Dewdrop would be so comfortable with him.

"If you want we could cuddle while watching a movie." Dewdrop says, his voicemail is soft. Phantom's smile widens a bit as he nods again.

They're sitting outside until the sun goes down, they're going to Dewdrops room and get comfortable. They sit with a few inches between them while they choose a movie and decide to watch 'corpse bride'.  They chose to watch this movie to Dew's dislike but Phantom was happy, so Dewdrop was too.

They get a bit more comfortable on the bed and as the movie goes on, Phantom begins to cuddle into Dewdrop, resting his head in Dew's shoulder. Dewdrop wraps his arms around the quintessence ghoul, playing with his hair. The younger ghoul gives off a purr-like sound and cuddles more into the older ghoul.

It was weird to the fire Ghoul, he cuddled on the bed with the new ghoul that he hated for so long and ignored. Now, where he thinks about it again, he noticed that it was stupid of him to ignore Phantom just because he was mourning a loss.

He made a mental note to properly apologise to the quint and make it up to him with a proper dinner.

For now, he just played with Phantom's hair, while the younger ghoul relaxed and fell asleep.

[ironbloodaika]

Happy Halloween 2023!

This is something long overdue. Even though I stopped posting my commissions on here that doesn't mean I've stopped getting them!

I've especially enjoyed getting Halloween commissions because those are really fun to conceive, order, and see made into reality. I've especially enjoyed getting them from Aeolus06 and he's never disappointed. Sadly due to me being between jobs I couldn't get any this year. :( That said I've decided to use this as an opportunity to show what I've got over the last few years and hopefully you'll love them as much as I do! :)

These first four are unique in that these were all from the same year (2020 to be exact). Since Aeo has a cool down period between commissions, I actually got these all done over a period of a few months. XD Took a lot of luck and prayer, but I got all the ideas I wanted done!

First one was probably the most complex, but was worth it because of how well it fit. Star, Marco, and Hekapoo from Star vs The Forces of Evil as AndrAIa, Matrix, and Older!AndrAIa from Reboot! Much like Matrix, Marco had a bit of age jumping that fit naturally (especially body types and eye scars). Plus Star and Hekapoo are shipped pretty hard with him so it was natural they dress as the different versions of Matrix's lady love.

Also, Fun Fact: Marco's scar/prosthetic eye is on the wrong side compared to his costume, but I felt it was better to ignore it than have Aeo flip the entire costume. XD

Next up we had some classic hotties from Canada, Lindsay and Courtney. Everyone with a pulse will know I'm a Courtney fan, so I'm always eager to give her some love. And while I'm not AS big on Lindsay, she's a fun character and I have some friends who love her too so I didn't mind them sharing the spotlight.

Obviously the theme/inspiration behind this pics conception is the fact Lindsay and Courtney pack the biggest T and A on the island respectively, so they needed some costumes to illustrate that. Thus we got Courtney as everyone's fave lady wrestler Rainbow Mika from Street Fighter and Lindsay as the boxing cheerleader Tiffany Lords from Rival Schools. Both ladies who kick ass and look good doing it! Give these ladies some love folks!

Another Fun Fact: This one took faster to do than I expected, mostly cause I didn't realize my refs were thigh high. In the end I feel it still looked good and didn't bother bringing it up. XD

Here's another cute couple and one I think deserves more love. Eclipsa Butterfly and Globgor are also from SVTFOE and honestly very sweet and adorable. While they're regarded as evil by less tolerant folk, they're honestly some of the sweetest characters you'll see on the show. I feel this is a nice contrast to their costumes, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. I went with the MK9 versions of their outfits since they were both modern and simple. Didn't wanna be THAT guy who commissions SUPER complicated outfits. I'm not a sadist! While later games would retcon Sindel into being just as evil as Shao (something thankfully corrected in MK1) I still feel this outfit and character works for Eclipsa, even if she and her hubby are as far from evil as you can get. XD

Final pic of this year is another couples pic with Danny Fenton and Paulina Sanchez. I ship these two and take no shame in it. This was originally gonna just be Paulina as Phantom Girl from Legion of Superheroes since the name and colors matched Danny perfectly. But then I figured just having Paulina in costume wouldn't be fair, so I had him dress up as Timberwolf, since I recall them having a few moments in the cartoon. A cartoon, much like this pairing, is very underrated. XD

Now to 2021! This was a fun crossover and and me deciding to avoid "themes" and combining two character pin-ups in one! Once again we have Hekapoo and this year she's dressed up as Otedamako. Who's that? Only my fave Monster of the Day from Sailor Moon! :3 To her side with have a humanoid Rarity showing off her darkside as Martha from Helluva Boss! This one came from the animated opening in G5 that had Rarity showing off some spiky teeth and a crazy look in her eyes. IMMEDIATELY brought Martha too mind. All and all, very happy with how these two came out!

And now to the prior year of 2022. By this point Aeo started coloring the stream commissions and honestly, it was worth the price increase. Dude is a machine! If this one has a theme it's basically me taking the waifus of my close friends (Chill, Terrible, and Raccoon) and dressing them as other sexy waifus. From left to right we have Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia dressed as Harlequin, the Harley Quinn of the Gods and Monsters film. A very hot/underrated design for a VERY twisted take on the character. Toga makes it work! Front and center we have Wilhamena Mettle from OK K.O.! as Starfire, specifically the comic book version for obvious reasons. XD Finally we have Juri Han from Street Fighter dressed in the tight leathers of Penelope Spectra from Danny Phantom, specifically her second form. Lot of specifics in this piece. XD

Final Fun Fact: Was tempted to have Wilhamena as Star Canary, the fusion of Starfire and Black Canary from the Batman/Superman comic. Very hot design. XD

And a bit of a bonus! I ended up really helping out a new friend on deviantART back in 2020 and got to get a bit of art as a thank you. Courtesy of XJKenny we have Meteora Butterfly, daughter of Eclipsa and Globgor as Mileena. Also her MK9 design, this not only works for Meteora herself given her story, but also matches up with her parents' costumes as well!

Well that's everything I wanted to share this year! This has been a rough year for me personally and for the world as a whole. But I'm hoping we can turn things around a bit with what bit of the year we have left.

Happy Halloween everyone! Stay scared and stay safe! 👻 🎃

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: NOOOOO WE’RE SO CLOSE TO THE END 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death and murder, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Thirty - Cult Leader

Chapter Thirty - Cult Leader

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2019-

“Stop it,” you groan, pushing Natalie’s face away from your neck. “You smell like cigarettes.”

She smiles, reaching behind you and grabbing a french fry from the rickety picnic table you sit on. Your feet swing in the air, the sun behind a spot of clouds, the rest of the sky bright, bright blue.

“I thought you liked the smell of cigarettes.”

“In moderation,” you say, smiling slightly and reaching for your own french fry. She turns around and starts pacing in front of you, a little jittery, running her hand through her hair. “This is nice,” you say after a moment. “Just, like, going to the park and eating some McDonalds.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You close your eyes and lean your head back, hoping to look a little brighter from the New York summer sun.

“Uh… Natalie?” someone asks, and you look up, seeing a man you don’t recognize, dressed in a dark blue college hoodie, his hands nervous in his pockets. You watch as Natalie nods, taking a step closer.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah, yeah…” he glances around, before pulling something out of his pocket. “Here.”

It’s hidden by her hands, but you know what it is. She looks down and smiles.

“Thanks,” she says, handing the guy some folded-up money.

“Mhm,” he says, nodding, once to her, once to you, before turning around and disappearing into the trees and the hustle of the park.

You want to ask her if the only reason she brought you hear was to buy drugs, but you don’t even want to know the answer.

“I’m tired,” you announce, hopping down from the table. “Let’s go back to the motel. Travis said he’s coming at 4?”

She looks a little shocked, a little concerned, because you’re not really good at hiding your disapproval for the hard drugs she’s gotten into.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, baby.”

You hope you never come to this park again.

—-

2021-

After an awkward Bed and Breakfast stay with Misty and Walter, stuck in the room between them, hearing both of them twist and turn through the thin walls, and then an almost useless trip to the farmers market- you’re driving through the dark and rainy woods, looking for a cult somewhere off of Route 19.

Route 19 is abysmal thing, especially in the New York autumn- cold, wet, and rainy. The trees were just starting to turn their autumn colors, but all it made you think of was the approaching winter.

“Staying Alive” played on the radio, and you were getting itchy with those words repeating over and over again, because you’ve done horrible things in the name of staying alive. Misty seems to think similarly to you, because she switches the radio off- leaving the car in silence.

Walter looks at her and smiles.

Misty pointedly ignores him, and stares intensely out of the passenger window.

You want to throw up.

Walter grabs the musical cassettes from center console.

“So, what’ll it be today?” he asks, unlocking it. “Les Mis? Phantom?”

Misty shakes her head. “I need to concentrate,” she says sweetly. “All of us do.”

It’s obvious that Walter has at least a little crush on Misty, and you almost feel bad watching him smile awkwardly and turn back to the road, dejected.

If you had any kind words to say you would say them.

But you’ve long since run out of words to comfort people.

“Well, I haven’t seen anything purple or cult related yet.” Misty doesn’t answer. “Hey. How about we play a game until we do?”

“That is the opposite of concentrating,” Misty admonishes.

You lean back into your seat, content to watch them play this little game, cat and mouse- Walter trying to win her over and Misty pushing him away.

“I can multitask,” he shrugs. “Two Truths and a Lie? I could be a good way for us to get to know each other.” No answer. “Alrighty. I’ll go first. I once owned a small business where we sold artisanal small-batch goat cheese. And by ‘we’, I mean myself, and a goat named Billy. Two, there’s a non zero chance that Barry Manilow is my biological father. And, three, I have 175,000 of stock in Taco Bell, and I’ve never been to a single one. The beans upset my stomach.”

He waits for her to respond, but she keeps her eyes fixed on the woods, waiting for a driveway, for some sort of anything pointing to where the cult compound could be.

“I can tell you’re thinking really hard.”

“I’m not, actually.”

“Okay,” he shrugs. “I guess you’ll just never know then.”

Misty sighs. “Fine,” she says, turning to him. “Barry Manilow.”

“Nope.”

“Well, then, it’s the goat. Male goats do not make cheese,” she says, a little condescendingly, like she’s cracked the code.

“Billy…” he says, barely hiding his smile, “Is a girl. Ah, ah, ah. They’re all true!” he laughs.

Misty looks so unimpressed that even you feel a little dejected, and you have barely said anything this entire car ride.

“I-I don’t think that you understand the rules of your own game,” Misty says incredulously.

“There’s only ever one rule. Win.”

There was only ever one rule in the wilderness.

Survive.

“Besides, now you know a little bit more about me,” he says, a little smug. “so… win. And since I have you three truths and no lies, it only seems fair you do the same for me.”

“Fine,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “I do not like monkeys. I think we’re asking the wrong questions about the moon landing, and… wait. Wait! Wait! Turn around!” she shouts, practically jumping on top of Walter hitting him, and you see a gated dirt driveway off to the side.

“What? Why?!”

“Just do it!”

Walter turns abruptly, backing up, and turning to drive the other way, blocking off another car and making them honk their horn.

But you make it. Misty reaches into her bag and pulls out a jar of honey from the purple people.

The symbol on the jar is a Yellowjacket.

The same is on the gate in front of you.

“I think we found her,” Misty smiles.

“Holy shit,” Walter says.

Dread curls up like a cat in your stomach.

—-

After waiting outside the metal gates of Camp Green Pine, Natalie finally emerges around a corner, storming towards the three of you on the other side of the gate.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks, her face screwed up in confusion, while Misty gasps and runs toward her.

You hide behind Walter.

You weren’t ready to see her again, and maybe you never are going to be ready. You feel a little sick staring at her, because she looks good.

There’s no large bags under her eyes, no jittery, nervous walk, no drug induced glassy look in her eyes. Her cheeks are fuller. She stands a little taller.

You weren’t ready to see her again. And especially not now, when she looks so much better, so much healthier- maybe if you had just stuck around it would be different.

But you waited for years for her to change. And she never did.

“Oh, thank God,” Misty breathes. “You’re safe!”

“Safe? What are you talking about?! And who the fuck is this? And- Y/N?”

You don’t look at her, staring at the ground, seeing Walter move to the side from the top of your vision, sensing the tension.

“Hey, Nat,” you mumble, not sure how hard she’s glaring at you. A reconcilable glare? Or one that’s long gone?

“Well,” Walter chuckles, “I’m Walter. I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about you.”

“We’re here to rescue you! I-I mean, you were… kidnapped, right?”

“No!” Nat shouts. “…Yes. Technically. I was. But it’s no big deal, okay? Lottie sent some people for me, but I’m not, like, being held against my will. At least not anymore-”

You push past Misty and Walter and press yourself as close as you can to the metal gate, staring right at Natalie.

“Lottie?!” you screech. “Crazy Lottie? Psych ward Lottie?!”

“In Switzerland!” Misty shouts. “That Lottie?!”

“Yes,” she says, her eyes wide in mock sarcasm. “That very same one. Guess what? She runs a place here now. She’s helping me, like, reflect or whatever.”

Misty’s mouth is parted open in shock, and yours is too.

“So you and your Hardy Boy can go home.” She turns to you, and you finally meet her eyes, feeling the entire world in your stomach, an entire storm. “And you can too, Little Miss I-Love-You-But-Can’t-Be-Around-You’ or-or whatever. I’m doing a fucking thing here. And I don’t need you all getting in my way!”

She storms away, and you’re left standing under the Camp Green Pine gates, waiting yet again.

“She seems really nice,” Walter says.

—-

After you all pile into the car, no one speaks. The car is silent, besides for the sound of rain hitting the roof.

Walter glances between the two of you with his brows furrowed, apprehensive, which you don’t know him to be.

“Uh… I’m getting the feeling you’re both upset.”

“A little,” you mutter, your temple pressed against the cold window.

“I just don’t… I just don’t understand how I could have missed this. Lottie? I kept tabs on everyone. And I mean everybody. But I must not mean everybody- ‘cause I missed this!”

“Well, ok the bright side, your friend’s okay. That’s why we came here, right? Maybe you can move on now.”

Misty turns to him, her face all scrunched up.

“Move on?”

“Didn’t Natalie tell you to go home?”

“Yeah, but it was obviously an act. I mean, if they’re really holding her hostage, the first thing they’re gonna want her to do is cut ties with all her close friends. That’s, like, Cult 101.” She sighs, and you can’t stop staring at the window. “Maybe… maybe Lottie is jealous of what Natalie and I have. I mean, you can’t buy that kind of friendship. But you can kidnap it. And try to…”

“Murder for it?” Walter asks.

“Excuse me?”

You sit up now, narrowing your eyes at Walter.

“Your… friendships are more complicated than most,” he tries to explain. “Kidnapping, cults, death.” He tilts his head. “Adam Martin.”

Your heart stops.

Misty shakes her head slowly. You press yourself up against the back of her seat.

“Misty…” you mutter. What the fuck has she told this guy?

“Look, the story you told about Adam’s grieving mother was moving, but like any good citizen derivative, I followed up. I’m sorry to say, Misty, you slipped on this one. She’s very much dead.”

Misty presses her mouth into a tight line, and your heart is thumping in your ears. So loud you think they can hear it.

“So, I-I-I laid it out. See why you would want to lie about something like that. And I deduced that… you… probably killed him. Maybe to help a friend?”

“You think I’m capable of murder?”

You’re both capable of worse.

“Sure,” Walter says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “You’re charming and impulsive. Which are traits of most serial killers. Only… you pull it off.”

You can’t pull your eyes away from him and how calm his face is.

“And, Y/N, I don’t know if you’re apart of this, so my apologies-”

Your heart jumps into your throat and you think of cleaning awya his blood, the smell of bleach, the sound of saw in the next room-

“I-I don’t even know an Adam,” you laugh nervously.

He tilts his head and smiles. Well, not anymore, he seems to say.

He sighs, seeing the way you grip onto Misty’s chair, and the way she has gone so terrifyingly still.

“Look, my grandmother was convicted of killing my Grandpa Joe. Even though she got about 30 years, she never failed to send me a birthday card. S-she was thoughtful like that. Like you.”

You glance over at Misty. She looks absolutely heartbroken. Mad- in a way. At herself? At him? The world? If you squint… it almost seems like she’s crying.

“I’m just trying to say I like you. Despite your extracurriculars.”

Misty nods slowly, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

“You need to go,” she says, coldly. “Come on, Y/N!”

You scramble for your overnight bag, listening to Walter stammer and stutter- actually confused as to why Misty is doing this.

You follow her to the back, watch as she opens her trunk and grabs the big bag she insisted on bringing.

“But- I-I’m your ride,” Walter says in disbelief and desperation.

“I’ll figure it out. But whatever this is? Us? Consider it over.”

She slams the trunk shut. And after a moment, his car starts again and he drives off, leaving the two of you on the side of the road.

Misty takes a deep breath.

“Misty… are you alright?”

“Yes,” she says after a moment. “Are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go.”

Both of you turn around to the gates of the cult. The Yellowjacket symbol on it.

—-

Misty presses the buzzer again and again and again. You think the sound is going to become trapped in your brain.

Then, someone rounds the corner, the gate creaking open, and you slump your shoulders, your bag almost touching the ground, putting on your best pleasing look.

“Finally,” Misty gasps. “Can you help us?” she sniffles, walking forward, her suitcase getting caught in the wet dirt.

She breathes heavily, gasping, night has fallen.

“Please,” you beg, about to pout if it means you’ll get in there. Not because of who is inside of there. But just because Misty wants it so bad. And don’t you owe it to her? As a fellow Yellowjacket-adjacent? Labeled as one throughout the years. “I wanna join.”

“Me, too,” Misty breathes.

And they let you inside.

—-

The next morning, you watch as Misty dumbs everything from her pockets. Ranging from the bar of honey, a toothbrush inside a case, to mini binoculars, and a syringe.

“Okay,” she mutters, and both of you choose to ignore the odd looks from the man helping you. Misty’s phone dings.

“Are we forgetting something?” the man asks, and you immediately grab your phone tighter. Misty sighs and takes out her phone, going to check the message, when the man suddenly snatches it from her.

You gasp and step back, frowning.

“Wait-”

The man tuts her, dropping the phone into the bowl.

“But- t-that could be important!” Misty gestures.

“Misty. You’re what’s important. Charlotte will help you see that.” He flicks his pen from you to the bowl. “Now, you too, Y/N.”

You sigh and hold your phone out, staring at it in the pretty black case with the small fake diamonds that looks like stars on the back.

“Take it,” you mutter. “I can’t do it.”

Misty watches in shock as the man grabs your phone and puts it in the bowl.

“What about emergencies? Like, um, a heart attack, or, or, a fire.”

“There’s a landline in the kitchen. But… it’s not for social calls.”

All of you stare at the phone still alight with a notification from Walter. He puts his purple-robed arm over the phone screen.

“Trust me. I’ve been where you are,” he says, standing up. You both follow him. “It’s not easy at first.”

The fact that he’s dressed head to toe in purple makes it hard to take him seriously.

“But...” he brushes his hand over both of your shoulders, “Our phones keep up captive to other people’s priorities. Oh, Charlotte. This is-”

“Misty. Y/N.” Her eyes are wide in shock.

“Hello, Charlotte,” Misty says, all ominous in a way that makes you have to hide your laugh.

The supposed Cult Leader steps forward, wringing her hands together, a disturbed sort of look on her face. One that you would have sported in the wilderness. But even in a place surrounded by the woods- this is nothing compared to the wilderness.

“Leave us,” she says to the man. He walks away swiftly.

“Hi, Lottie,” you say softly. She keeps staring at Misty, her jaw clenched.

“I thought you’d be more excited to see me.”

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

Misty steps forward.

“I’m here to retrieve my friend Natalie… from a kidnapping that’s looking more and more like a good old fashioned brain-washing by the hour. So, I think the better question is… what are you doing here? What is all this?”

Lottie gets this wistful look on her face, and you can tell she truly feels at home here, she’s truly proud of it. Exactly like a cult leader would, but, whatever.

“We’re a community. Of love and spiritual growth. And I help people… heal from past trauma. So they stop running from themselves.”

“Look. I don’t care if you’re running a cult here, or whatever, and I won’t call the IRS about what I assume is your routine tax evasion.”

“We saved her.”

Even now, Lottie still towers over all of you, and you feel a little small and tiny next to her. Like there’s no room for you to breathe, to speak.

“We saved her. She tried to kill herself.”

“What?” you breathe, and Lottie finally turns to you. Misty scoffs and mutters under her breath. Lottie places her hand on your shoulder. “Oh, God,” you mutter, raising your hand to your mouth.

“I don’t believe that,” Misty says, even though you know Natalie. You know she likes to run. You just always though she would look back, though. She wouldn’t ever shut the door all the way. “You two aren’t even friends.”

“Oh,” Lottie mutters, raising her hands to her temples, like she’s suddenly been hit with a horrible migraine. Before you can ask if she’s alright, she’s looking up at you again with bright eyes. “Can you two stay a while?”

“Stay?” Misty says, incredulous. “Here? Wha- No.”

“It could be helpful for Natalie,” Lottie encourages. You shake your head.

“No, no, Lottie, she doesn’t want me here. I… I should go.”

“You’re running,” she chastises softly. “And it could be helpful… for you, too, Y/N. And you, Misty.”

You look over to Misty, and you know she’s considering it. And if Lottie has truly made some community here- because this place is big and full of nice furniture. She has to have done something here.

And… maybe it could all be different this time.

—-

2019-

The motel room is dark and dirty. Half done lines of coke sit on the wood table. It’s cheap and blocky. They’ve been laughing all night.

The joint is in your hands, a comforting, familiar weight. And it reminds you of the girl you love.

The woman you love has fallen to the floor.

Travis keeps yelling for her to wake up. The paramedics give her Narcan and everything else that will supposedly make her better, make her wake up, and you start crying when you realize it won’t bring her back to you.

You brush her hair out of her face, whisper, and she wakes up, and it’s not her, and you cry more.

The room is moving too much.

Did you snort a line too? You can’t remember. You can’t. You can’t.

“I saw it.”

She’s groaning, breathing heavily, and you’re trying to convince yourself this is just a fever dream. You lean your head against Travis’s shoulder.

“I felt it.”

She starts shuddering, slumped against the bed, and you cry and cry and cry some more. That’s all you can do.

“We brought it back with us.”

She reaches one hand out towards the two of you. Half on your head, half on his shoulder. He starts crying too.

“Travis… nightshade… we brought it back with us. We brought it back with us.”

—-

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[camels-pen]

our hearts will blend (with a fucking semi)

Summary:

“Y’know I think I can take out my heart and still like. Live.” “That’s nice, Danny.”

Danny proves a point.

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based on @phantomphangphucker 's prompt "To prove a point, someone (it could even be Danny himself) removes Danny’s heart, and promptly misplaces/loses it." and @kawaiijohn 's prompt "Tucker Foley's terrible, awful, very bad day."

Warning: gore, blood, body horror, mentioned animal death

Ao3 Link | Phight '24 series

“Y’know I think I can take out my heart and still like. Live.”

“That’s nice, Danny.”

There was a grumble. “I can do it.”

“I wasn’t doubting you.” Danny stuck his hand under his shirt. “I WASN’T DOUBTING YOU, DON’T SHOW ME!” Tucker shrieked.

Danny ignored him. There was a loud, wet tearing noise—almost a SQUELCH—followed by a pop and Tucker was covering his eyes and walking away. The sounds of some of the jocks down the hill grew louder as he fled, but he would take jocks over still bleeding hearts any fucking day.

“Tucker, c’mon—Tucker.” It sounded like Danny was jogging after him, but Tucker sped up.

“I can’t believe I have to fucking say this, but I am not hanging out with you until you’re not holding your actual real live heart that is still bleeding in your hands.”

“It’s not even that bad—” There was a squeak, like sneakers on wet grass. It was the middle of a drought. In July. “Seriously, it’s not even that much blood.”

“You’re a liar and a whore and I’m ignoring you.”

“You know that’s pretty racist, Tucker.”

Tucker stopped. Another squeak behind him as Danny too, stopped.

“This is a perfectly normal part of ghost culture and is actually really helpful for keeping happy and healthy. To just dismiss it and say such hurtful things 

“This is a totally normal thing for ghosts—it’s part of our culture and all that. Intangibility, flying, and shapeshifting, that kind of stuff,” Tucker could practically hear him fumbling his heart in one hand as he listed things off on his fingers. “Taking out your organs for fresh air is just another thing on the list of normal ghost things.”

Tucker slowly, oh so slowly, let his hands fall from his eyes.

“Really hurts my feelings to hear that you don’t like a part of my culture, Tuck.”

Tucker turned. Danny had a stupid fucking grin on his face, smug like a cat that caught the canary.

“You’re breaking my heart here.” He held up his hand and Tucker finally got a good look at the bloody, pulsing thing Danny was so proud to show off. His hands were practically painted red, there was so much blood on them and despite the lack of any blood vessels connected to that—oough—fucking thing, it pumped along, happy as a clam.

When presented with such a thing, Tucker did as any average, normal guy would do.

He screamed at the top of his lungs and slapped it away from him as hard as he could.

The heart was flung from Danny’s bloody fingers, soaring in a wide arc down the hill. 

It landed in a patch of grass. Intact, thankfully.

“69! 420! Phantom rules! HIKE!!!” 

A wide, white, untied shoe punted Danny’s heart high into the air, followed by Dash tripping and swearing bloody murder. The wretched, happy thing fell with a distant splat atop the trailer of a parked moving truck. 

“What the hell did I just fucking kick? Where’s the fucking ball?” Dash started to push himself up when he slipped and looked down. “What the—oh my god.” He scrambled away, falling over himself as he made gagging noises.

“Dude, did you just kick a fucking squirrel? Did you pop that thing?” Kwan yelled.

Tucker stared at the scene below a long while before a hand tugged his sleeve. Danny pointed him towards the street. The truck had pulled out of the driveway and was driving innocently down the street.

Danny and Tucker watched it leave, the stupid fucking organ pumping in tune with each bump in the road. Almost as if waving goodbye.

“Hm.”

“Hm.”

The sound of Dash’s gagging and sobs drifted up from below. 

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “I can’t go ghost without that. You think your mom would lend us her car?”

Tucker put his head in his hands. “Dude, you’re fucking heartless.”

“Is that a yes.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Great!” Danny slapped him on the back. Blood immediately seeped through Tucker’s sweatshirt. “Also, I need to borrow your shower.”

[moonchild-in-blue]

went outside to let one of my kitties play in the snow while the train was passing, the neighborhood was very peaceful and quiet. 💚

(i dressed appropriately for the cold, I promise)

Like street lamps, we glow so dim Like four walls, you've shut me in

I took a while to reply to this because I got weirdly emotional (what a surprise, pathetic wet cat girl is crying again), and rambled waay too much, so I'll spare you all and keep this under a cut.

Warning, this is Long and makes very little sense - I drafted it earlier this morning but wanted to get a picture of that ^ before posting. Also ignore my mistake lol, I should've double checked the lyrics beforehand.

You, know I spent a very long time last night looking at this picture. Something about the orange glow on the white layer of snow that is just... so peaceful and melancholic. I have a weird attraction to street lights - can't really explain why, but something about them makes me weirdly emotional (when I say I easily cry at the weirdest things, I'm not kidding in the slightest).

And then the snow.

Where I'm from, where I live, we don't have snow. Ever. Save for a small part of the very north of the country, the rest of us never get it - plenty of hail, and 5 minutes of barely-snow during a particularly cold day if you're extremely lucky, but never the real deal.

The first time I saw real, white, fluffy snow was during the autumn of 2016, right after moving to the UK for my studies. I was 19. It was such a beautiful moment - me and a bunch of other students from the dorms went out in our pjs at like, 4 or 5am to play in the snow. The first heavy snow I experienced was 2 years later, November 2018.

For the few years I lived there, I got to live through some wonderful snow days. It was amazing to wake up, look out my apartment window, and see the whole street covered in white. It's the one thing I genuinely miss about the UK.

Seeing this picture, the cars covered in white, the golden orange light, the night, dark and silent and peaceful, brought back so many memories of my early 20s nights. Getting home at 1am, exhausted and on the verge of tears, after a shitty shift at work. Me and my flatmates singing on the streets after one too many drinks at our favourite pub. 3am runs to the dingiest takeaway possible for oily chips and disgusting pizza.

So much of these seemingly ordinarily experiences are things that I will never get to live again. And that's fine and expected - I can't be 22 forever, and thank God I'm not! But I do get nostalgic about those times.

Sometimes I feel like it was just yesterday that I was waiting on the cold for a taxi after a house party, annoyed at myself for not kissing the guy I had a crush on. Sometimes they feel so distance, like forgotten memories belonging to someone else. And I don't know, this kinda brought back so many emotions, I had to take a moment to sort them out.

This also reminded me of a Midwest Emo album cover. Like, I can 100% see this picture on the next Real Friends / The Wonder Years / American Football / whatever band cover.

In particular, it reminded me of these two songs (aside from that first song I shared. Which btw I can't reccomend them enough). They're a bit sad (no surprises there), and not really related to your photo at all, but uhhhh yeah. I'm sharing anyways. Because why not.

Something about midwest emo/pop-punk bands that just puts you in a hyper contemplative mood 👍

If you read this whole nonsense ramble, I apologise. Once I get sentimental, it's hard not to pour over. I will never not be a sad emo girl, no matter how much time it passes lol 💙💚

Here's a nice cookie for your troubles 🤲🍪