#and when he cracks his back it does like a glowstick

[poedays]

Gavin having a spine tattoo

[zhelin-thames]

Hi! I absolutely adore your stories!! 💖💖💖💖 I don't know if you are taking requests (idk if this counts as one or not) but could you possibly make a part 2 of Tiny Baby Ghost?? It was so funny and cute!!

Heres part 2. I'm open for any requests, including different crossovers(ill only write them if i know the shows tho).

read part 1, part 3 is also out

Danny floated out of Pariah’s hand with a sigh, brushing green ectoplasm off his suit. “Okay, everyone just… chill for two seconds. No smiting, no world-ending threats, no awkward death stares.” He turned to Pariah and Fright Knight. “Dad, Sir Glowstick, I’ve got this.”

Pariah scowled but crossed his massive arms, radiating reluctance. Fright Knight gave a sharp, reluctant nod, fading back into the shadows. Pariah, however, loomed protectively behind Danny like a vengeful thundercloud, making the Batkids visibly tense.

Danny turned to Constantine, his hands on his hips. “Alright, magic man, what’s the ‘big emergency’? Why’d you summon me, specifically?”

Constantine, cigarette now burned down to the filter, pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re dealing with a dimensional tear. Nasty bit of magic, ancient stuff. Needs a Ghost King’s touch to fix it before it swallows half the world.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “A tear? Like, between dimensions?”

“Yes,” Superman answered, his voice calm. “It’s growing larger every hour. We believed the Ghost King would be the only one capable of sealing it.”

Danny groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I’m not the Ghost King. I’m not even remotely qualified for this. Did you not read the fine print on your summoning ritual?”

“You were summoned by name,” Wonder Woman pointed out. “Surely there is a reason the ritual chose you.”

“Yeah, the reason is: the universe loves torturing me,” Danny muttered. He began pacing, muttering under his breath. “Okay, think… dimensional tear, ghost powers… I’ve done that before, sorta…”

Jason, leaning against a table with his arms crossed, snorted. “So, what, Casper? You’re just gonna wing it?”

Danny stopped pacing and glared at him. “Do you have a better idea, Red Hood? What’re you gonna do, shoot the dimensional tear?”

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” Jason shot back, smirking. “Who knows, maybe the bullet’s haunted.”

“Is he always like this?” Danny asked, gesturing at Jason.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly. “And he’s right—your incompetence hardly inspires confidence.”

“Okay, first of all,” Danny snapped, pointing at Damian, “I’m not incompetent. Second, you’re one to talk, kid ninja.”

Damian bristled, stepping forward. “Do you truly believe you could intimidate me, ghost child?”

Danny blinked, then smirked. “Oh, I don’t need to intimidate you.” He snapped his fingers, and his ectoplasmic energy surged, making Damian’s cape float dramatically behind him. The youngest Wayne’s eyes widened before he quickly turned to look at his cape, trying to snatch it down.

Jason doubled over laughing. “That’s perfect! Oh man, I think I like you, kid.”

“Enough,” Batman growled, cutting through the banter. “If you know how to fix the dimensional tear, we need to act now.”

Danny sighed. “Fine. I’ll try something. But no promises this works, because I am not the king.”

“You keep saying that,” Nightwing said, tilting his head. “If you’re not the king, why does the summoning work for you?”

Danny hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Pariah, who was watching silently, his expression unreadable. “Because technically…” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m… uh… kinda the ‘heir.’ Sorta. By accident.”

Jason whistled. “You’re the heir to the Ghost King? That’s hilarious.”

“It’s not hilarious!” Danny snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s a massive headache!”

“You have no idea how hard it is to get through high school when random cults keep summoning you to fix their magical problems!” Danny continued. “And now I’ve got Batdad over here grilling me like I’m some supervillain, and Red Riding Hood cracking jokes, and Damian ‘Stabby McSword’ Wayne calling me incompetent! I’m doing my best, okay?”

Jason tried and failed to suppress a laugh at “Stabby McSword,” while Damian’s scowl deepened.

Danny huffed, spinning back to Constantine. “Where’s this tear? Show me, and I’ll try to patch it up. But I’m not promising anything. And when this is over, you’re sending me back home. I’ve got a chem test tomorrow.”

Constantine muttered something about “teenagers” and gestured, summoning a glowing portal. “This way, then.”

Later, at the dimensional tear:

The tear was massive, swirling with chaotic energy that sent Danny’s ectoplasm buzzing uncomfortably. He floated closer, squinting at it. “Oh yeah, this is bad. Super bad. But… I think I can close it. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Batman asked, his voice sharp.

“Well, unless someone else here has experience closing portals between dimensions,” Danny shot back, “I’m your best shot.”

Damian stepped forward, his expression skeptical. “And if you fail?”

“Then we all die,” Danny said bluntly. “So how about you zip it and let me work, okay, Junior Ninja?”

Jason snickered in the background. “Man, I hope he sticks around. This is the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

Danny ignored the bickering Batkids, focusing his energy. With a deep breath, he reached out toward the tear, letting his ghost core resonate with the chaotic energy. The others watched in tense silence as ectoplasmic tendrils extended from his hands, wrapping around the edges of the tear.

“It’s… working,” Constantine muttered, his eyes wide.

Danny gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his brow as the tear began to shrink. “Just… a little more…”

With one final surge of energy, the tear sealed shut, leaving behind only a faint green shimmer. Danny staggered back, panting. “There. Done. Crisis averted.”

Superman smiled. “You did well, Danny.”

Danny waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t call me again unless it’s an actual emergency. I’ve got enough stress in my life.”

Damian stepped forward, arms crossed. “You were adequate. Barely.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks, mini-Batman.”

Jason clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re alright, kid. If you ever want to ditch Ghost Dad and hang out, give me a call.”

“Pass,” Danny said dryly, rubbing his temple. “I think one Jason Todd is enough for the multiverse.”

[artanticaa]

Tattoo Shop Au HAHA

Okay, picture this (this is not like a fic it is just my ideas):

Marc crams himself in his shop late at night, long after he flipped the "open" sign to "close", and he hunches over in his chair, frantically scribbling design idea, the thoughts in his head moving much faster than what he can do with the pen, but he tries to keep up as to not let any idea slip through the cracks.

He loves that people want to get tattoos from him, but late at night he bites his nails, wondering how he is going to top himself with the next tattoo. Álex knows this, knows that if he wants to find Marc at midnight on a Friday, he should start with the shop. So that is exactly what he does. He has a spare key so he lets himself in and walks to the back to grab Marc.

He throws a shirt at Marc and tells him to get up, that there's a new club in the city and he thinks it would be good for Marc to get out and let loose a little. Marc agrees but very reluctantly, putting on the tank top Álex brought for him.

Little does Marc know, this new club's little theme is UV/black lights. When the two of them get to the little sign outside a small door tucked into a busy street labeled "Neon" Marc is already like, oh no absolutely not, but Álex pushes him in, already seeing the tattoos that cover Marc's arms, legs, neck, and face start to glow.

Marc doesn't like to respond to people when they give him shit for being "a tattoo artist with no tattoos" because, why get into that argument. In reality he is actually covered from head to toe in UV tattoos, which don't show up under normal light, they only show up under black light. So he just lets people believe he has no tattoos.

However, when he gets into this club, he lights up like a glowstick LOL. What he doesn't know is that earlier that night, Valentino's two little gremlin children convinced him to go out with them to a :new club" in the city as well. Pecco and Bez spot someone turned away from them from across the room and they notice all the glowing tattoos decorating his body and tap Vale on the shoulder and tell him to look.

*cue dramatic turn around*

Marc turns around to look at the scene and Pecco, Bez, and Vale are able to see that it is him, the bottom half of his face covered in what looks to be a realistic skull tattoo, from his nose down it almost looks like those x-rays you get at a dentist office.

And like after that, ya know, whole big shock factor, people are looking blah blah. IDK MAN I wanna make a comic of that.

also shout out my beloved best friend @vanillow for yelling with me abt it

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk ❥ mdni. fic masterlist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 001: GOLDEN GIRL.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

"HUH? FUSHIGURO, WHY IS THAT THE ONLY DOORKNOB COVERED IN GOLD??", itadori questioned during the mini-tour of the jujutsu facility, offered by none other than gojo satoru himself. after dropping his stuff in his new room, they bumped into fushiguro and dragged him along, making their way to the third year's hallway. now, they were right in front of your door, with yuuji's doe-eyes stuck on the shiny doorknob like a toddler in a candy shop, and both megumi and gojo KNEW that he wanted one for his room as well.

a sudden jab to the stomach pulled the black haired boy out of his thoughts, making him glare at his new classmate. "why you-"

"glad you asked, yuuji!", gojo puts an arm around his students' shoulders, bringing them closer.

"you know," he whispered, "that's the kind of privileges you get when you're my favourite student! after all, as the strongest, i can-"

megumi scoffed loudly, pushing his teacher away. "you're so full of shit. yuuji, it's just her technique."

the said male tilted his head a bit, scratching it. "her technique is making doorknobs out of gold?"

"what- no! she can turn things to gold, idiot."

"don't fight, ladies!", gojo clapped his hands loudly, irking megumi once again. "we have a lot of things to do! first, we should help yuuji- hey! where are you going??"

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

megumi was now beyond pissed. truly, he didn't look all that menacing with yuuji's pink cowboy hat on his head, but he felt like he was going to crack gojo's neck like a glowstick. his teacher grabbed him by the collar earlier to force him to "bond" with his new classmate, which consisted of him helping yuuji tidy up his room.  currently, he seems to be gojo's personal mannequin, the said man being too busy laughing and taking pictures of him in yuuji's different accessories.

megumi rolled his eyes as the man child was rolling in yuuji's bed, kicking his feet around and wrinkling the bedsheets. he didn't even have the energy to tell him off anymore- this was yuuji's problem now. 

"me-gu-mi!", he singsonged, " i'll sent those to y/n, you know?" 

"oh? is she the golden girl, gojo-sensei?", itadori asked, remembering you by your unique doorknob. 

"golden girl?"

"golden girl indeed!" , the teacher grinned, "she was a brilliant student of mine!"

"woah!! so she's super smart, right??"

gojo smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. he didn't know how to let yuuji down gently. "well, she certainly shines a lot in life!"

"right! i can't wait to meet her!", yuuji clearly didn't get the memo, letting them know he didn't understand that you weren't exactly academically gifted. he then happily skipped around the room before stopping abruptly.

"oh! i can't find my magazines! i'll go check the other boxes outside, i'll be right back!", and with that he skipped out of the room. 

now, megumi was sure he saw the pile in one of the boxes earlier, so when we took one out randomly and opened his mouth to tell yuuji that he found them, he suddenly froze.

"hmmm? what's wrong?", gojo peeked at the magazine title from afar, laughing a little when he discovered why his student acted so bashful.

"what is it, little megumi? never saw a porn magazine?", he teased, but megumi didn't even glance at him, as he proceeded to speed walk to the nearest trash can. now, this action made gojo raise an eyebrow since his teasing would usually be enough to get a reaction out of him. 

he teleported in front of him, making grabby hands. 

"just give it!", he whined, "i wanna see what turned my dear student on so much!"

"shut up and move out of the way. i'm not turned on.", megumi hissed.

"oh my god," gojo wiped his fake tears, "i can't believe how fast you're growing up!" 

megumi inhaled sharply, frowning at him. 

"sensei- just stop it. I'm serious right now."

gojo stopped smiling immediately at his student's seriousness. 

"alright, megumi. i'm sorry i made you uncomfortable."

and being the responsible person he is, he jumped on top of his student, snatching the magazine away from him, and finally laying his eyes on-

"oh."

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞ next!!

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[ask-apostle-ghoul]

ooc// Headcanons about Apostle while I'm waiting for melatonin gummies to kick in. Sorry about the rambling I have so many thoughts about my boy over here!

Apostle definitely has a maine coon cat. Found it outside the abbey as a kitten and Sister Imperator let him keep it to show to the clergy that Apostle can be responsible with other creatures. His name is Biscotti (Apostle's favorite snack). Biscotti is mainly a comfort animal but can help hunt down pesky bugs that eat up the garden plants.

Apostle loves vinyl records. Listens to Abba, David Bowie, The Cure, Deftones, Simon and Garfunkel, etc. Often can be heard humming a song while he works. (The ghoulettes are trying to get him into Hozier, so far it's working.)

Knows a plethora of tea blends to help with anything. Nausea? Lemon and Ginger. Need to wind down? Chamomile or Lavender. Upset Tummy? Peppermint tea. Always has boxes in his office along with a self heating kettle with a couple of mugs. Always go to him if you need something to drink that isn't alcoholic.

Was the one trusted the most with Copia when Sister Imperator was busy. He had never met a newborn before, so he was very confused seeing this little squirmy thing barely the length of his forearm. Treated Copia like a son, so if Copia gets hurt by someone, that person isn't going to be alive for much longer. Had to be told many times you can't scruff a baby like you can a kitten.

With him being such a high member in the church, he was aware of what happened to Primo, Secondo, and Terzo. I would imagine he would have played a part in it as well somehow. Does he ever regret it? Who knows...

Definitely. DEFINITELY slept with Nihil on more than one occasion. Nihil was honestly Apostle's first experience with sex and helped Apostle explore what it could be like (And of course Sister Imperator included herself at times.) It was kind of a polyamorous relationship, unofficial, but it was there (Apostle was basically 'the other woman' for both Nihil and Sister Imperator without realizing, he was just too in love with the both of them to realize.)

He's a hopeless romantic deep down. Doesn't admit it, but he is.

Only time he is outwardly physically affectionate is when he's high as a kite after getting his horns trimmed. Just give him his guitar and he'll even play songs if he knows them (his favorite to do is to play the dance macabre riff)

Scratch him behind the horns, dude just melts at that, but only if you're close enough to him. If he doesn't trust you, he'll probably bite.

In speaking of biting, he has a bit of shark like anatomy. His teeth are constantly jagged and sharp and they do fall out, but new teeth grow right back. Some of the earlier era ghouls made a game out of it by taking some of the spare teeth and making shark tooth jewelry out of it (Apostle could care less what they do to be honest).

HE HAS SPOTS ON HIS BODY THAT GLOW BLUE. Yes, he has bioluminescence, crack his back and he'll be a fucking glowstick /j

Now onto the headcanons that revolve around the movie.

Apostle was unaware that Sister Imperator was dying. She purposely sabotaged important paperwork enough that Apostle couldn't go on the tour like he normally would. He stayed behind at the abbey to complete the paperwork and basically work in Sister Imperator's place while she was busy supporting her son. He would have literally gone feral if he was there at the KIA Forum when she collapsed and paramedics wouldn't have been able to get to her.

Whenever her body does come back for the viewing/funeral, Apostle is inconsolable, but he forces it back just so he can comfort and help Copia. Would he ever take the chance to mourn for himself? No... denial is a powerful thing.

The chamber ghoulettes are a weird dynamic with him. The chamber ghoulettes are Sister Imperator's personal ghoulettes, like assassins or bodyguards during important events, so Apostle obviously would know them. He kind of treats them like daughters sometimes? He'll make sure they're fed, resting well, taking care of themselves, but he wouldn't be a doting father figure (he's real awkward with that.) They remind him too much of his bandmates from the 60s and 70s. Apostle and the Chamber Ghoulettes just kind of acknowledge each other in a mutual respect.

While he wasn't aware Sister Imperator was dying... He was aware that Copia was a twin. I'd imagine Sister Imperator would have only been able to chose one twin to keep, and so she trusted the twin with the Sisters of Sin to raise. Apostle was aware the whole time, somewhat assisted from the sidelines/indirectly but he never interacted with Copia's twin due to the fear of the clergy figuring that out.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

3. taxi

oh man, this one FOUGHT me y'all. so much cutting and pasting. I am not even kidding when I say that everything that happens in this chapter was supposed to be part of the last one, and I gave up and cut that one off early because I was sick of trying to finish this part. and now this is my longest chapter yet. you know, out of all three of them. at 1.3k. lol. I am not, how do you say, fast. but I was hoping I'd be able to get a chapter written over christmas, and I'm really proud of myself for finishing it!

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cage mention, rampant classism. As always, please tell me if there's anything else I need to tag.

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“Okay I know they’re supposed to be expensive but what can you possibly be charging this much money for.”

“Adoption fees are to offset the cost of room, board and medical care while at the facility,” the employee parrots, without so much as the decency to look ashamed. 

“He does not look like he has had literally any of those things while he’s been here. Or possibly in his entire life.”

“Ma’am, if you cannot afford the adoption fee, then you cannot adopt a Pet.”

“Oh, I can afford it,” Vanessa growls, handing over a very shiny credit card before her mouth can get her in enough trouble to stop the employee from taking it. She bites her lip until she tastes copper to keep from saying, I’d just rather put it towards something that isn’t blatantly and obviously going right back into Worldwide Rehabilitative Un-fucking-limited’s pockets despite the fact that this is supposed to be a goddamn government facility.

Harm reduction, she reminds herself. Paying extortionate fees to kill shelters is still harm reduction. It’s the unsavory truth, but it doesn’t make the blood in her mouth taste any sweeter.

“Sign here,” the woman says, handing her credit card back along with a digital pad and stylus, and Vanessa cracks her wrist before she takes them. It’s sore and snapping like a glowstick from the mountain of paperwork she’s already been made to sign since the employee unceremoniously hauled the man on the floor behind her down from his double-high-stacked wire crate. She can’t decide whether to consider it an obscenely large amount, or an obscenely little one for all that it represents.

She can’t think about it too hard. Can’t draw too much of her own attention to the fact that she’s really doing this, or she might just run screaming back out into the grey-tinted autumn afternoon, and then where would this guy be? 

She scribbles her name on the touchpad, and just like that… it’s done.

—

“Don’t forget your leash and collar,” the employee reminds her.

“I won’t be using those,” Vanessa says, with all the imperious rich-lady self-assurance she can fake.

“You will if you don’t want to be liable for civil and/or criminal penalties up to and including the permanent forfeiture of your right to Pet ownership,” the woman drones like she’s rattling it off from a handbook, and nobody has the right to own a person but even Vanessa knows better than to argue the system with someone who literally works for it.

She grinds her teeth as she takes the lengths of bulky blue nylon from the woman. She crouches beside the man, who’s bent himself into an odd kneeling fetal position on the cold tile floor. “Sorry,” she whispers as she slides the coarse material around his throat, feeling his pulse beat harsh and rapid underneath. She hopes she’s being quiet enough that the employee won’t hear her talking to him like a person—because he is a person, goddamnit—but she knows better than to trust her own volume. Best if she can get the fuck out of here with him now, before she makes a mistake.

She really doesn’t want to lead this dude crawling down the street like an animal. Doesn’t want to imagine what people will think. But she asks him, “Can you stand?”, and he makes a sound like a choking dog, and so much for both their dignity, she fucking guesses.

“Ugh, fine, whatever, just… come on.”

—

Fuck standing, the guy can barely support himself on all fours. His joints threaten to buckle at every step as Vanessa urges him out onto the chilly sidewalk. Coat of dirt aside, he’s got nothing on him but a pair of boxers as filthy as he is and that godawful blue collar, and when his bare skin meets the frigid pavement his body clenches so hard she can practically hear his teeth slam shut.

She looks at the unwashed man before her, shivering hard enough to rattle his bones in the cold October air. Looks at her thick brown coat. Ugh, she likes this coat, the lining is stitched in in all the right places to keep the texture of the shell from making her want to climb out of her own skin and no amount of dry cleaning in the world is going to convince her to put it on again once it touches… whatever the fuck is all goddamn over this guy. She sighs and shrugs it off.

Fuck fuck fuck it’s cold. She’s shivering herself in just plain blue jeans and her second favorite Cure t-shirt. But a million “if you’re cold, they’re cold!” memes flash through her mind and she grumbles aggrievedly and drapes the wool coat over his massive, gaunt frame. This dude has like a foot on her standing, she remembers when the lapels will barely pull around his shoulders. She’s gonna have to shake Austin down for clothes.

God, it feels beyond fucked up to have a person on a leash, and it doesn’t help that the cheap blue nylon feels plasticky in her hand and she hates the texture. She can’t imagine how much worse it must feel around the throat of the shuddering man before her. She’s taking the damn thing off him as soon as she gets him home, she’ll get him a better one if Roselle can’t find her a loophole and she absolutely fucking has to, but when the fifth or sixth cab passes her by without even slowing down she starts to wonder how the hell she’s going to get him home at all.

—

“You want to go to the corner,” the employee says boredly, not so much as looking up from her newspaper when Vanessa shoulders her way back through the door.

“You what?” Vanessa echoes.

“The corner. Better if you go another block or two, even. Cabs don’t stop in front of the shelter.”

Of course they don’t, Vanessa thinks. 

She hipchecks the door back open and returns to the stupid goddamn hitching post they so conveniently provide along the front wall of the shelter, where she’s awkwardly strung up the loop of the stupid blue leash. “Hey, uh, dude? I’m gonna go up the street a bit, okay, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

He barely acknowledges that he’s heard her, curled back up under her coat in that same odd position with his forearms tucked into his chest. “...not that you would,” she adds dubiously, before power-walking away to the next block.

Vanessa hisses through her teeth in the bleak grey air and rubs at her goosebump-riddled arms, but true to the employee’s disaffected word it’s only a matter of minutes this time before a cab driver catches her wave and pulls over. “Thanks,” she says as she tumbles in. “I’m going back to the Heights. Need to pick someone up first, though. Just on the next block.”

The driver looks skeptical, but he rolls down the quiet street all the same—until he clocks the shelter just as Vanessa tells him to stop. “No. Nuh uh. No way. I don’t let Pets in my cab.”

“I’ll double your fare. Up front.”

The driver shakes his head, staring revulsed in the direction of the hitching post. “Not worth all that crud on my seats.” Oh. Great. He’s seen him.

“What if I cover the seats. Newspaper.”

The driver sizes her up with a calculating gaze, one elbow propped on the back of his seat, and somewhere in the middle of wanting to punch him for looking at her she finds herself wishing for once that she’d dressed… richer. Finally, he grouses, “Triple fare. And the meter’s runnin’ while ya cover ‘em.”

“Fine,” Vanessa spits, and sprints out with the door wide open before he has time to change his mind.

She barges into the shelter one last time, hopefully the last fucking time in her life if she has any say in it. Leaning over the counter, with a grin that’s probably a little too smug for her to be proud of, she snatches the newspaper directly out of the apathetic employee’s complicit hands.

-

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[bluravenite]

Wonderful @cirrus-ghoulette made this post about chronically ill Dew headcanons so I COME BEARING MY OWN/MORE!!

headcanons about post-(fire element)transition Dewdrop as well as some bonus ghouls with chronic pain and disabilities!!

you'd think his hands would run warm because he's a fire-ghoul... but it's quite the opposite!! because all the heat and blood rests at his core, Dew usually has temperature dysregulation which gives him cold fingers and he has to wear fluffy or thick socks on his feet :> (however he can easily channel his magic through his hands if needed, it's just not constantly emanating warmth)

DEW HAS several breathing problems, seasonal asthma outbursts, and shortness of breath. During the colder months, his asthma gets really bad and the ghouls just have a stash of inhalers, mountain, and Aeth usually carry some with them, as well as mountain growing and making eucalyptus and peppermint coffee (hot)(also yeah its a thing, and surprisingly helps with asthma) to help him breathe. All around the year though he tends to have shortness of breath any time he does anything mildly energy-consuming (picture that one mommy dust gif where he's heavy breathing)

this one is also about breathing but it's entirely psychological, cw: mild angst <3. Dewdrop's breathing problems give him panic attacks. If he starts breathing too heavily or his throat starts closing up he begins panicking and freaking out, gets dizzy and clammy, and will likely start crying if its too bad, the ghouls usually try to keep him grounded and calm if he's having an asthma attack while he uses the inhaler or settles down, but all-year-round he wakes up at night sweating cold, coughing and choking on air, usually also crying from PTSD and nightmares.

continuing that ^ think about it like standing in a room that's lit on fire, the black smoke hurting your airways from the inside out, it burns. That's how Dew feels. His lungs were clearly made for working with water, and with his gills closed up the muscles around them practically become useless, they only react to being touched or triggered occasionally by muscle spasms. His body is not used to the fire magic and breathing air burns his throat.

which on a lighter note, is why I think he sucks at smoking, lmao... at least smoking too much without something to drink, if he hits too fast or too slow he WILL cough, and he demands that swiss give him cherry-flavored drinks to wash out the taste, because apparently, swiss' rolls taste like shit (mountain's don't, mountain's usually have a sort of bittery pomegranate berry kind of herbal taste, swiss' just taste... like swiss...??/don't quote me on that)

Cumulus has endometriosis, mountain, and dew are usually the ones who help her most, aether and Popia also look into rituals and magick to help her and how to safely do it (cries a little)

Mountain has really bad knees... yet really strong leg muscles, he can usually be seen wearing his knee braces and compression sleeves, however, if it gets too bad he will occasionally use crutches.

He also has back pain pretty often both from carrying heavy equipment and working hunched over the greenhouse or at his kit when they tour, he doesn't need a brace or a lot of support because his pain is mainly from soreness and exertion but he usually gets dewdrop to both lay on his back and also walk on it, Zephyr will also give him lower back massages when he's been in the greenhouse for a while, and in return, mountain helps zephyr CRACK his bones like a glowstick LMAO

mountain often gets wrist pain :) it's not quite carpal, but he also uses wrist braces and compression gloves as well as ice and heats his wrists from time to time, he mainly gets tendinitis though if he's been doing too much work.

RAIN has pots, or pots adjacent water ghoul shit... here's my reasoning: pressure underwater is different than above the surface, so underwater rain's blood pressure regulates, but out on earth for extended periods of time it just does NOT flow properly. Imagine kind of like that feeling of HEAVINESS you get after you've been swimming in the pool for several hours? Yeah kinda like that but less perceptible, sitting up or laying down without moving for too long will make him dizzy and nauseous, but standing up for too long will also make him clammy, dizzy, and very weak. He doesn't faint too often, usually because the ghouls tend to have his back and watch out for him, but he might faint a couple times a month from fatigue or a sudden drop in blood pressure.

Rain, as we know, also has hypermobile joints, there are already a lot of headcanons about that but I still wanted to make sure I mentioned it. He mainly uses a cane for support but otherwise, he also uses braces, compression sleeves and socks, and other such aids that I'm sure others have mentioned!

I really loved what @cirrus-ghoulette mentioned in their post about the ghoulettes sunshine and cirrus so I'm not really going to repeat much aside from!!!! I absolutely think Sunny is a little ball of autism and adhd, you cannot tell me you LOOK INTO HER BIG AUTISTIC EYEs and tell me she doesn't have a slight touch of le tism, also? auditory processing disorder, because I do not believe she understands a fucking thing you say. people just think she's silly and clueless, but little do they fucking know (laughs IN PAIN) that in her little pea brain, she's overthinking the mechanics of the SIMPLEST task, just because she needs to figure out the exact conditions in which to solve the task, like its a puzzle. (she just like me fr /lhj)

Swiss and sunny are also not allowed to drive, mainly bc sunny just CANNOT understand behavioral cues so driving with her is like a rollercoaster ride where every curve is a step closer towards totaling the car... and swiss... because he understands the behavioral cues BUT CHOOSES TO DELIBERATELY IGNORE THEM, red light? that's just a suggestion... car has its blinkers on to turn right? not if HE TURNS FIRST... it's danger out there with swiss...

Also I believe swiss IS in fact AND OLD MAN, and he hates to agree that he constantly also has joint and muscle pain until its literally impairing, and the ghoulettes force him to LAY DOWN.

aether... babyboy aefer... heavy booby... give back pain... someone please hold them /lhj... no but, aether has tummy issues :(

He has mild hyperglycemia which causes his blood sugar to be a little higher than it should be if he doesn't keep it regulated, one wrong food and it's trouble.

he's also a VERY light drinker because he is prone to seizures due to the alcohol spiking his blood sugar, if he does drink it's usually low-alcohol beer and he prepares his diet a day in advance to make sure he doesn't eat anything that will spike it, as well as only having a couple drinks. (I don't see him having diabetes, but certainly struggles with food and blood sugar levels from time to time, especially if while on tour for too long and such)

and that is the end of a VERY LONG FUCKING POST.... these are some of my headcanons I've gathered both from personal experiences and people close to me, so they may not be entirely correct!!

PLEASE!!! and I beg!! If you see any misinformation or misrepresentation (outside of the ghoul elemental anatomy differences headcanons) DO shoot me a direct message or comment correcting me or explaining what you think should be discussed, changed, edited, etc!!

As I said, this is based mostly on my personal knowledge and experiences of those close to me, so it may not be 100% correct or accurate!!

that being said, I hope you enjoyed <3 MWAH!!

[possumkingluca]

dumb quotes from the strixhaven and now homebrewed after graduation campaign i'm in that i think about a lot with context only when it's necessary (and some from the campaign groupchat and conversations i have had with other members or the DM): "If you don't make a move I'll date him" (the person saying this had a boyfriend.) "Taste the rainbow bitch"

"I BECAME A ROTISSERIE CHICKEN" "FUCK YOU MELENTOR" "I hope the latex gets caught in your throat" "I wish my biological parents ate me" "A necromancer never dies" (right before dying) "I HAVE A PIPE BOMB" "We're going to drag Grayson out of his office by his ankles" (right before finding him tied up in a closet and finding out he has been being tortured for SIX FUCKING MONTHS) "I want to crack Grayson's spine like a glowstick" (Unrelated to previous quote and also completely unprompted) "That is NOT a kobold, that is john from lit 101" "Just pocket change to you guys" (1,000 PLATINUM???) "Go play with your boy toy of a lizard" "Stop running away and give me a fair fight" (person saying this literally was incapable of taking damage. I am not exaggerating. we had no other choice than to run away like sissy little babies because WE COULD NOT DAMAGE HIM.) "YOU LEFT ME IN THE SAND"

"Should've put it in a wig" (zombie) "He's gonna call me a whole swear word :(" "Mr. Alex I don't feel so good" (while becoming a rock) "You'll never amount to anything" (uncalled for)

"Not if i'm fast enough" (frequent) "Stop bullying the blind guy" (FREQUENT) "The seahorse fortnite dances" "WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A DISEASED MR BEAN" "We need to take away this guy's balls" "You forgot Alex's half shaven beard" "Get out of my house" (frequent) "Slaad jerky" "Teeth chandelier" "Aero works on something with Nora, Alex has a heartwarming moment, Alok.. cuts his hand open, AND RAMPART'S GOING TO WAR." "Friendship ended with KACKLES Now MINA'S CREATURE FROM THE ABYSS is my best friend" "Fuck you" "I'd rather not see that" "azazel kinda hot, hopefully quentillius's type" "🤨" "YOU ARE NOT TAXIDERMYING AN ENTIRE ADULT DRAGON AND PUTTING IT ON MY HOUSE" "Funeral Outfit" "You look drop dead gorgeous" (actual compliment) "Don't patronize me." "We're just discussing how Azazel doesn't have any friends" "OH GODS HE WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE FROGS" "FOR GRANDMAAAAAAAAAA" "STOP MAKING DRAZHOMIR CRY" (FREQUENT) "...do you think quentillius would care if I trashed his dorm and left a puddle of blood on the carpet?" "YEAH?" "Quenzazel" "you are not supposed to encourage this" "You want to kiss him ON THE LIPS" "Aurora's the only one who won't psychoanalyze me" "I WANT MY FRIENDS BACK" "Is this Rampart's friend?" "NO" "He's fine-" "Oh thank god" "But-" "NO." "Don't eat it" (frequent) "I have interacted with Larine like 4 times and we are best friends" "I almost died saving a man I knew for 5 minutes" "Me and Urzmaktok are out of a job! :D Strixhaven shut down! :D" i will add more. that is a threat.

[wandaxpietro]

New year, new asks.

What other kinks/fetishes do you think Pietro has? (Other than a Mommy Kink). And conversely, what kinks/fetishes do you think Wanda has? (She's chaotic in bed, i feel it deep within my soul). Would the twins be willing to share their sexual fantasies to their partner(s)? And what kinks/fetishes would Pietro and Wanda have in common?

happy new year anon lmfao!

okay so. the thing is. i mostly tend to think more about sexual dynamics for fictional characters/pairings i like, and less actual kinks if that makes sense? so most of this rant will be that instead of specific kinks i think they have. there's also probably a lot more i could be convinced they're into & i just haven't thought of it yet (bcuz whenever i do think about specific kinks it's about a scenario that popped into my head lol) so this also isn't a definitive list.

let's get started on the mommy kink even though you said "other than" bcuz that's where a lot of their sexual dynamic in my head builds off of lol. i think they are both very into that dynamic (wanda is a very nurturing person and enjoys taking care of people, pietro is always wound up so tightly & thinks protecting wanda is like his life mission or whatever so he really likes being able to relax, lie back and being pampered etc). building off of that, they're both into femdom obviously (mostly gentle femdom, except ultimate scarletsilver, i think they do bdsm lmao), pietro has a praise kink (though i think wanda also really likes being praised), and as tumblr user ill-say-this-fast has mentioned in the rbs of my tits or ass guy pietro poll this man is definitely into lactation yeah. sorry.

^so that's the basics of their dynamic (though they obv don't only have sex like that etc) in my head. some more disjointed thoughts that i have are, in no particular order: pietro is a runner; i think wanda has developed a liking for muscular running legs bcuz of that lmao. she really likes his legs. pietro likes chubby women (< though i would not call that a kink more a type). wanda is probably into marking people as "hers" (that could be with scratches or lipstick writing or spells or whatever. i just like to think of her as more possessive than she lets on). this falls into both the mommy kink and the praise kink but pietro goes crazy when you call him a "good boy" or a "sweet boy" or anything of the like. they probably enjoy pegging. have i mentioned that wanda is obsessed w pietro's thighs. pietro probably likes being slapped (which is something that i think took pietro a long time admitting and wanda a long time getting around to bcuz she doesn't want to hurt him :/ but i think she eventually gets into it too). i also think wanda likes making pietro kneel in front of her. pietro is into humilation. i also think he's a masochist, at least a little bit. sometimes he wants wanda to make fun of him or degrade him (but mixed with praise bcuz otherwise he'll start crying lmao) which is also a thing that took her a while to get around to but she's discovered she does really enjoy seeing him squirm and blush and whine so there's that. wanda might be into armpits. or she might not be. i think they switch dynamics sometimes but pietro is not a dom whatsoever so it's more her directing him into what he has to do. he's good at following orders even though he is a brat. something that doesn't have anything to do with their dynamic with each other but i like talking about their types: they're both bisexual (they told me). wanda i think prefers soft butch/butch women but she wouldn't say no to feminine women either. she probably likes brats. she likes a princess/knight dynamic where the princess (wanda obv) is the dominant one idk. and pietro likes both pretty men and huge men who could crack him like a glowstick (the latter may or may not be daddy issues. you will never know). he prefers someone who can challenge him, regardless of gender, but also someone he can feel safe with. (also if you asked wanda what her type in men is he'd say calm and gentle. you would ask yourself what that has to do with pietro. she is talking about him. her glasses might be a little rose tinted, but also we all know pietro is way more gentle w her than he is w anyone else lmfao)

as to how willing they're to share their preferences, i think that depends? with a lot of the simple stuff i think they've always been able to talk about it, and wanda generally is more secure in herself (these days) so i think she has less trouble. pietro i think used to be very embarrassed about all the sub stuff bcuz of some misguided idea what a man should be like, but he eventually opened up and wanda is only ever nice about things he's embarrassed about so. mostly i think it took wanda explicitly noticing/being told by him that he's submissive to really discover her own dominant streak through trying things out but i think she mostly steers on the gentle side of things (bcuz she wuvs wuvs wuvs him) but there's times where she does really like being rougher, too. which pietro loves so yknow.

if it's with a partner that is not each other, i think wanda is able to communicate what she likes, but she wouldn't share everything. the gentle dom thing is something she'd share with other partners definitely though i think that's just something she likes a lot. as for pietro... not really? it depends. if it's a long term relationship, sure, he might cough it up eventually (or he gets lucky and his partner brings up they want to dom lmfao), but i think it's hard for him to open up. i already mentioned misguided ideas of what a man should be like so i think it's especially hard if he's with a woman, and he might just pretend he likes taking charge bcuz of his pride. it's easier with a man bcuz he can just pick some asshole to rail him. he has a harder time emotionally connecting with men than with women, i think (bcuz of mostly bad experiences w other man throughout his teenage years etc. like except for his adoptive dad every man he meets at the beginning of his publication history is just an asshole lmfao), so he tends to have more one night stands with men than actual relationships i think (imo he's a whore. i know people love to disagree bcuz he's only had like three and a half canon love interests but he's a whore to ME okay) but with an actual relationship w a man it's ALSO hard for him to open up (bcuz he has trouble w men etc) but he mostly just goes for guys who are dom-ish tops anyway so he doesn't need to open his mouth. lol

sorry that this is disjointed i am incapable of making points without rambling mindlessly.

[faolanrune]

CW: talking bout arthritis and shit like that, dunno if this falls under chronic type stuff or not

Sticks and Stones Won’t Break My Bones

But aging likely will

I don’t mean the normal sort of aging

Where my skin sags and my hair greys

I mean the aging that comes too soon

Joints cracking and shifting

Muscles tight and loose all at once

Sliding under my skin like snakes

Wrapped up in this violent ball of time

Ticking away second where my movements do not ache

They creak in warning

Snap from stagnation and

Pronounce themselves in protest

For they do not care for movement

They do not care for my stillness either

I cannot crouch

Catlike and small

I cannot curl up

burrow or contort

My knees are old men

Spinning tales of walking uphill both ways In the snow

Of when gas prices were a buck fifty and popcorn was a nickel

My muscles are elderly women,

Weaving this way and that to speak to the folks at church

Sharing words of Jenny’s new baby and that promotion Timothy just got

They never stay where they’re supposed to

They twist and move about

I’m stuck putting them back in place

My hands know every muscle

They’ve gotten friendly

Like neighbors with kids the same age

For I’ve put them back a dozen times

And another dozen over

My fingers know which muscle has loosened it’s restraints

Works quickly to rebuild what tries to decay

“But you’re just a child! Surely you’ve got good years left!”

Genetic they tell me

Family joints they tell me

Your old man has arthritis they told me

He’s 47, and only the gods could slow him down

I’m 20, and the gods might just succeed

For sticks and stones might not break my bones

But that does little to stop their rotting away

Context under the cut

So back a couple years ago my father got diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis, which for anybody who doesn’t know it’s the step below rheumatoid. It’s all the fun shit without it actually eating away at his joints and muscles and stuff. It’s manageable to an extent with diet and being active in some way shape or form to help keep the joints loose.

I’ve had joint issues myself since puberty at least, if not earlier. Can’t rly sit cross legged or crouch or lay in a tight fetal position for very long without something trying to lock up or it beginning to ache. Somedays it feels like all I hear from my body is joints cracking.

I’ve put several muscles out of place, mostly in the neck and shoulder area. Put a large one out about a month ago simply by stretching. It’s not fun when you move one, muscles shouldn’t move like that.

Overall, even though I have yet to be tested myself cause don’t got the resources to do that rn, the chances of me not having are absolutely minuscule. I sound like a glowstick ffs. I’m an active sort of person, not in the running sort of way but in the I always like to be doing something kinda way. And the thought of this being able to take that ability away slowly but surely as I age is honestly terrifying to me.

[bittcrblue]

a break from our usual scheduled posting

(she says, as if she posts regularly or on a schedule)

i wanted to post some tavs!!!

here we have mafalda tav who is a tiefling wizard and is in love with shadowheart <3 girlie we have GOT to cult deprogram you it's actually dire <3 - direct quote, act 2.

mafalda (yes named after communist comic strip icon) is an icy gorl she uses ice magic only (fuck a fireball. cast ice storm. get knocked prone, idiot) and is very "defrosting ice-queen" so her relationship is just two goofy idiots pretending to be aloof and mysterious. they're hysterical and i love them. she sees a lot of herself in rolan and she still let him die because she couldn't stand his attitude, mostly because she can't stand herself, and she's not embarassed by that decision at all. sometimes she is a little shady, tbh.

she lost her eye for the bantz lol and frankly i find the tradeoff to be VERY satisfying. invisibility whomst? not on my watch!! she loves the tiefling children SO SO much.

this is tav (just tav) who is a half-elf warlock indentured to the fey! he only ever calls his patron "my lady fair" "my fairest lady" and "my rose-speckled mistress" but he does serve titania, queen of the summer court.

he is romancing astarion because he thought the seduction attempt was funny, but he originally had his eyes set on wyll. however he decided to remain friends after wyll said he wanted a love story for the bards, because tav has been there, done that, and he doesn't need a repeat!!! to wit: he has an ex-wife in baldur's gate who is an 87 year old salonnière and a lesbian daughter and some adopted grandkids by her who all only barely care about him, and he prefers it that way.

he met his wife in the feywild when she was performing for the queen (got lost in a fairy circle) and they adventured together before she retired to raise their kid. she has since had four other husbands and is the most badass person in the world, and he'll never love anyone like he loves her, he thinks, but also god is he waiting for her to die already.

this is a picture from a previous run but this is marceline laimant, my dark urge, she is a middle aged arab mom and she hates all of her companions <3 she is based on an actual dnd character of mine, her son, armand; marceline was the leader of a bhaalite cult of murderous serial killers who was the villain in armand (her son, paladin of redemption)'s character arc, and i originally made armand to be my durge.

(see:

armand laimant)

however i thought playing durge and resisting constantly and having to jump through hoops to keep my oath was annoying, so i reloaded as marceline, and it's been murder and mayhem ever since, baby!

we are out here making everyone into the worst version of themselves possible and it's a grand old time. i will maybe romance minthara, we'll see.

this is sister tav and she is large <3 she is a paladin here but i since respecced her into a fighter bc i am tired of spellcasting <3 but her backstory is that she is a paladin of sune, goddess of love and beauty, and she is just a big handsome butch knight.

she originally started worshipping sune because as a child in her village she saw a team of women builders come repair a broken bridge and would watch them work every day and was enraptured by how beautiful they all were <3

i have not decided yet if she will romance shadowheart (i cannot resist a goth woman it's true), karlach or laezel yet, but she is a lesbian and she is big and she is kindhearted. the women in this game are too beautiful and powerful and intense and well-written and i'm in love with them all please i want to romance them all at once. larian, i'm begging you,

she gives good massages. she is going to crack shadowheart's back like a glowstick and knock the sharran discipline right out of her. that's a promise.

i am already sighing at the notion of having to reject gale. gale, please get a hold of yourself already. you're too old for this.

speaking of gale, this is antonin tav and he is an oath of ancients paladin who kind of grew up in a cult also? but a good one! (lol) he is a half-orc and he was going to be killed by his orc dad as a child for being sickly and tiny but his older brother stole him and ran away. they grew up in the woods with some druids and rangers and kind of founded this community with his older brother at the centre of it as the kindly forest guru. he did NOT take kindly to kagha!

he is still at the grove but he is going to rock gale's world believe you me

[angelictyphoon]

Good. At least people are paying attention. Vash waves a hand in greeting to anyone who can see him. A squinty smile gives him a brief opportunity to surreptitiously scan the innards of the ship.

The dying hiss of torches, of which he counted at least six, is replaced by the sound of voices and raucous laughter. Cackling that is amplified by the curving, multi-level ceilings of rigid graphite polymer panels. He can tell with a cursory glance that their structure is severely compromised. The cracks splitting the molded fibers require a compatible filler in order to be remotely serviceable. Materials and manufacture from the spacefaring age.

Three scavengers peer over the exposed flooring of the next level above, and Vash can see their sun-rimmed welding hoods angled down at him looking for a glimpse of their mysterious visitor. 

He does not mention that the ceiling beneath their feet is liable to give way at any moment.

The glint of convex lenses off in his periphery is more interesting and certainly worth investigating later when he isn’t presently preoccupied.

Too many people, too much activity. He doubts Wolfwood would have stopped here.

A gloved hand flies over his chest in surprise at such a forthcoming, and unexpectedly hospitable invitation from the leather-clad scavenger on the ground floor. Leaning back along with the press of his hand on his sternum gives Vash a glimpse of the pistol tucked along the inside of the man’s vest as he turns and gestures their approximate trajectory with the glowstick. 

“Aww, that’s so kind of you! I bet this’ll be my big break.” His enthusiasm belies the harsh twinge in his chest as his boots echo along behind the other man. 

Many of the SEED ships shared a standard blueprint. The gravity engine simulated Earth-like conditions and made it easier for the observation crew to carry out their duties. Vash’s gaze turns wistful as they walk past machinery and muscle that have long since stopped moving. And like ribs housing soft tissue, shielding them from harm, the most precious cargo of all was kept at every SEED colony’s very center.

Farther, down into a corridor. He already knows where it will lead, but… 

The smell. The smell is the worst part of it, familiar, once comforting, and now nauseating for its rotten quality, and it joins the rising sense of horror seizing his throat as they step back out under the open sky. 

 Each ship was large enough to carry tens of thousands of people. 

Vash the Stampede has stopped walking. 

“Wh...what…” It sounds almost like a moan, pained and muffled behind his hand as he braces an elbow against the buckled frame of one of the bulkhead doors. His eyes are not visible behind the glare of his glasses as he tilts his chin down, but his voice is clear, unwavering. “What happened here? Did you find the ship like this?”

Or…

Did the scavengers put the bodies there themselves?

Men crawl on the atmosphere-scorched bones like insects, clinging to catwalks and scaffolds, hanging from makeshift pulleys by harnesses that would better suit free-wheeling in the countless vehicles cobbled together to trek the dunes. To a last they are clad in spikes and worm leather, patchwork canvas in a kaleidoscope of colors. Some even still sport neon piping that glares against the obfuscating dark and the haze limning the twisted spires.

In the light of the setting suns and the deep shadow of its artificial canyons and caverns, the hulk has a voice all its own. Relentless wind scours sand against the far flank, a high-thin hiss on exposed metal and shoddy scaffold welding. As one flank surrenders its heat to the cloudless sky, groans and shrills join the chorus. The outer hull of spacefaring tiles, now stripped away, left scars on the bulkheads beneath. Material meant for hard vacuum and near-absolute zero warps and hums, infrasound resonance at the pitch of bone, rattling in ribcages and sinuses, thrumming in lungs.

It throws Vash's voice back at him.

Thin, distorted. Stretched to a high-pitched burble, it ululates, mangling words into a nonsense madling giggle that veils the sudden silence of the torches.

That might be one of the occupants, half-insane and fully parched in his quest for wealth.

"Priest? Priest!" crackles a laugh from somewhere down the enormous hall of sorts, a great channel running the keel of the crashed vessel, rippled and bowing from its impact with the ground. "He says he's lookin' for a priest!"

Back-chatter rings out as more eyes, more faces, turn Vash's way.

"What's a priest? Is it a cookie?"

While some still hold the tools of dismantling metal, others have guns in their hands. None have aimed directly at the tall, spike-haired man, at least none on the ship's flank, but there in the distance he catches a tell-tale glimpse of glass.

A scope, reflecting the light of the child sun that speeds for the horizon.

Amid the squabbling, the arguing, the barks of 'get back to work,' there are whispers. Sounds of familiarity, of fear. Of recognition, of wonder.

Of hatred. Of greed.

There is no consensus. Regardless, the man on the ground gestures with a glow stick, bidding Vash follow. "We might've! We find lots. Lots of things, ahehehe. Why don'cha come in and take a look?"

The path ahead is straightforward, more or less, over sheared deck panels and snaking pipes, past gargantuan pistons, the spindles of what must have been a state-of-the-art spin gravity system for long haul flights. The smell wafting through is a jarring blend of chemical and organic - muscular, feculent, the curious wet-damp of rot, and something sharp and acrid. A frigid fog clings to the floor, fingerlets of frost spreading up along hexagonal grid plates to either side.

The very center is open to the sky, to the circling worm-buzzards, a shooting gallery arrayed with slabs of debris jumbled like blocks in a child’s toy chest. 

And in the middle, a paneled concavity, the spoked parabola of a comms-laser dish still emblazoned with the Earth Corps insignia and serials along the rim. Repurposed for disposal, it is the killing blow driven through the vessel's crushed heart, and the end of the line.

A pit, hellish and cold. It is filled with recognizably human bodies partially fused together, a horrific sculpture testament to the laws of physics. Some shapes are shrouded in white jumpsuits, some in black bags, but it is clear that many were stripped of their gear and dumped to freeze in the drainage of spilled cryo-fluid.

[doublegoblin]

Cavern Chronology Log: 7 (Final)

[Does he know? -V]

Description: Transcription segment of larger video recordings recovered from Site 3. Analysis of the subjects show connections to a now defunct web series. Subjects presumed to be said host of the series; who will be referred to in text as Clyde

Note: We are still working on getting some supplementary material figured out but this is the end of it. Let us know how you would like to proceed.

Date: 08/13/02 Time: 6:00PM

Almost poetically the data is first usable after a crack of thunder and blinding flash of lightning. Dark green clouds block out most of the sunlight making it look like twilight. A harsh wind howls and rips leaves from trees as Clyde is sprinting through the forest. Rain had just started to fall as the cave from the first segment came into focus. Clyde stops and leans on a nearby tree; his breathing is strained and rattly. Wheezing and coughing he stumbles towards the opening. In the distance the sound of howling dogs and far off shouts. Through the dim lighting pin pricks of light sway to and fro. 

The cacophonous assault of noises is quieted as he slips past the threshold and into the stoney depths. Turning around a slight corner he hides behind a larger rock formation and the camcorder is pointed directly at the opening. Canines and officers are seen approaching the cave entrance, before another thunderclap. The sudden noise startles the dogs and men. As one looks to the sky some words are spoken between the group and they leave. The view of the camcorder slides back behind the rock formation and Clyde sighs.

Standing he heads down deeper and deeper. Most of our view is of total darkness as no light is produced to illuminate. Our guess is that Clyde at this point has either an inherent knowledge of the topography of the cavern, is able to observe in low or no light conditions, or a combination of these and other factors. 

He remains mostly silent during his descent; apart from noises of pain and exertion.

Date: 08/13/02 Time: 09:17PM

The snap of a glowstick. Dim light coats a small alcove in jaundiced light. Cross examination has concluded that this is the same alcove where Clyde first saw the drawings on the cavern wall, though they are missing at this time. He sets the camcorder down on a flat part of the ground and points it directly at the blank space where the drawings would be. Cast in shadows he takes a seat in the center of the frame and fidgets with some of his clothing.

Clyde: H-hey troggies. It’s me…ya boy [a pained sigh] no theatrics. I…I don’t kn-know how much l-longer I h-h-have left. 

[He tosses the sunglasses past the camcorder. Where his eyes would be are two pin pricks of light.]

Clyde: Th-this is going to b-be a w-w-will of s-sorts, an-and a confess-ess-ession. I d-dobut anyone w-w-will find this…but…j-just in case.

[A short pause, then Clyde just enters into frame. Most of his body is obscured by shadow. What can be seen is an ash white complexion dotted with open and oozing sores. Skin is pulled tightly around a withered frame. Reaching out with a hand the nails have fallen away and the tips necrotic and black. He turns his hand over and dark veins pulse as fluid thicker than blood ebbs and flows in an undulating rhythm. He returns mostly into the darkness and speaks once more.]

Clyde: M-my name…my name is…fuck…Clyde, um, damn it [laughter(weak)] sorry. L-last name is gone. A lot o-of thingsss are g-gone. I feel…feel…feel l-l-like I’m fading away. L-like a dream. [He winces and shakes his head before continuing, a new lucidity] It all started when we c-came into this cave. I th-think I had friends with me. We found something…a door. Then [another pained wince] we woke up outside. I th-think something got me? My head really hurt…f-for a while. Then I got r-real numb? [Pained groan] I’ve been forgetting things…and not f-feeling l-like I’m the one dr-dr-driving? [He stumbles forward, gaunt face staring forward.] If an-an-anyone finds this…ple-please give it to my folks. [Blood trickles down from his nose and right eye] Mom…Dad…I’m sorry, and I love you…g-g-goodbye.

His body falls limp while something moves just under the top layer of skin.

[A slight hiccup in video, during which his body moves and the lens cap is placed back on. What can be seen is half of Clyde’s head peeling away. A quick glimpse of something humanoid but also insectoid.]

Date: 08/14/02 Time: 10:13pm

The lens cap was left on during this recording. There are sounds of dripping water with heavy echoes. Some form of rough scraping noise. Also the sounds of something dense and wet being torn.

Date: 08/07/02 Time:???

The camcorder is activated(reactivated?). At first there was no video, only the sound of blowing wind. Then a loud impact, which knocks the lens cap off the device, showing the fenced off portion of area 3. Before the video cuts out once more.

[He will now. Thank you and your team for their hard work. Be sure to check on Epsilon regularly, these revelations tend to be hard to handle for most. -T]

[llamagoddessofficial]

Stars, I just want to give moth Skull all the cuddles.

Do you have some soft Hcs for moth boys?

perhamps

Sans

His sleep pheromones, when used in small amounts, are great for soothing anxiety. When he sees Mc is anxious about something he likes to quietly help her feel better; one of the few things he does with no ulterior motive.

After he starts regularly interacting with Mc, he stops deliberately scaring children who get too close to the glass in his enclosure.

He’s been dropping hints to her that he understands more language than he lets on. He’s found it works for him to pretend he’s a dumb beast, he gets more food and is left alone... but recently he’s taken a shine to the idea of Mc knowing the truth. He might laugh at a joke she makes and enjoy her confused expression.

Underneath all those glossy colours, sly expressions and iridescent shines, Sans is actually deeply insecure that Mc is going to leave him. It’s why he’s trying to get her hooked on his calming sleep pheromones. She always comes back to his enclosure smelling of other large male moths and he knows there’s nothing he can do to chase her if she decides to stop working there, or focus her attention on the other moths instead of him... he's scared. Insecure and scared.

Just like how he soothes her anxieties, she unknowingly soothes his fears by returning every day without fail.

Red

If he did ever actually get her into his den when he was feeling crazy, he would literally just cuddle her. She thinks he wants to eat her or do other things but when he’s like that, he’s just obsessed with having something soft to play with.

They won’t be easy cuddles, though. He’s got a bunch of cuteness aggression that he wants to take out on her. Aggressive cuddling, squeezing and pinching, nuzzling that leaves her hair looking like she narrowly escaped a hurricane. He might bite her if she makes sounds he finds particularly unbearably cute.

He has the best nest-building skills out of all three moths. He’s just got a natural aptitude for making things comfortable- but that also gives them a degree of inescapability. He might (lovingly, of course) trap her in the blankets and see how long it takes her to escape.

If she’s exhausted from a tiring day wrangling massive moths, she might even just give up and fall asleep. You can imagine his joy.

She brings him interactive objects to fill his time, once she FINALLY gets the zoo to give her clearance for it. Contained marble puzzles, puzzle boxes, fidget toys and the like. It does wonders for his mental health.

Skull

Combine Skull’s realisation that he loves when Mc touches him with his lack of understanding of personal space, you get a touch-starved beast who reacts to ‘love me’ cravings by following Mc around like an expectant puppy, hovering with his face inches from her, loudly purring and staring unblinkingly until she relents and acknowledges him.

His ‘pet me’ enlightening coincides quite nicely with a ‘i want to pet her’ epiphany. Keep in mind how absolutely massive he is and you can see how, when Skull gets the cuddlebug there’s nothing on Earth that can stop him from getting his huge hands on her.

It can be intimidating for her; hes big enough to crush her. But he’s always gentle, he’s always practising being careful.

She brings in night lights for him, after she finds out he gets nightmares. Obviously he doesn’t have outlets in his enclosure, so she rotates them to charge them for him. His favourites are the glowsticks though... he likes to crack them and stuff them into the cracks and crevices of his den.

Speaking of his den... he’d eventually decide he wants to show her the interior. She feels rather honoured, considering how protective of his space he was when she first met him. He won’t let her leave until she takes one of the blankets with her.

Fun fact: the moths can all glow. Eyes of course, antennae a little, and certain patches on their wings- the pattern varies from moth to moth. It’s a hunting strategy.

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

Hey! I love this blog so much. I was wondering if you could do kissing headcanons for each of the mercs? Any kind of kiss too! I hope you're doing well :)

Oh yes! I knew this day would come! I think I am prepared to write this (。-`ω-) I think. damn...kissing...Just be warned. Some might be short some will be long. Sorry I just feel so tired today so yeah need a bit of a break. My back hurts...*crack* (like the sound you hear when you crack a glowstick) I am now glowing! yey. (wtf is wrong with me lmao)

Scout

Oh, this fast boy, his kisses are random. Just like rolling dice. You don't know what kind of kiss you will get. He sometimes does surprise kisses, little pecks, a whole ass kiss you really don't know. His favorite is quick and unexpecting kisses. Your face of shock is so cute! Oh! Then guess what Lisa! He- *surprise kiss out of nowhere* Hehe love ya babe! *dashes to somewhere else* *s/o freezes* ??? Haha, s/o your face is bright red. Oh shut up Lisa.

Soldier

This soldier is...hmmm, it is rough. Yeah, like the vibe is soft but the way it feels is rough...in a way but don't at the same, idk. He kisses you wherever he feels like it. Public or private he does not care. Oh, you're talking to scout? nope. I think he instead enjoys it a little when he does kisses in public. To him, it is the universal sign of HEY MAGGOTS! THIS CUPCAKE IS MINE!! Soldier... *sign and blush* Ew what the fuck. (←scout) lmao

Pyro

It is random, but not as random as scout tho. They give you little pecks with their mask very often. You are cooking? *little peck* You are cleaning your weapon? *little peck* You killing the enemy on the battlefield? *Little peck* He does it whenever. Its so cute! *little peck* Aww thanks pyro! *you give back a peck too* !? Blushes like crazy while jumping up and down. Mmmph!! :))

Engineer

Soft. It is so soft help. You will melt. He would just suddenly kiss you while you are cleaning your weapon. *soft kiss* !? Hehe, your cute reaction never gets boring. He likes to keep it private but! If he feels playful he will unexpectedly suddenly kiss you. Sneaky Texan man mode: ON. Another thing is that he loves is cheek kisses. Hell yeah, quick and easy. He likes to boop your nose after the kiss.

Heavy

His kisses are soft, very very gentle. He will do it at the right moment instead of doing it randomly/unexpectedly. It is perfect. You two were chilling in his room, he then just cupped your face and kissed you gently. Heavy loves s/o :)). AWWW Me too heavy *you kiss him back* He also likes to pat your head while kissing :))).

Demoman

Sloppy kiss. (nothing bad about them) He will surprise kiss you a lot. Hey s/o look behind you. *surprise lip kiss* W-What!? Hehe, I gotcha ya! He is so cheeky. He is such a cheeky little one. Suprise kisses everywhere. lol. Both public and private! Your blushing face is just so dang cute. He will surprise kiss you even during battle! S/o! Look! Hmm? *surprise kiss yet again* Hehe, sorry just needed a recharge! Lord help my heart and soul this cute boy is gonna explode my heart into pieces.

Sniper

...He loves doing small pecks on your forehead. Just a little cute peck. But! He also likes a proper kiss too you know! When he does he is the cutest thing ever. When he does kiss you he will cover his red face with his hat. Aww, sniper let me see your adorable face. N-No i-it ain't cute! .......*whisper voice* Y-You are 100 times cu-cuter. Sniper, did you say something? Nothing! He also likes to give quick nose boops when he is busy. *Boop* Hehe, That's cute love. :).

Medic

He has two modes honestly, one is I am a fluffy doctor and the other is I am a flirty doctor. (yes he is back :>)When he fluffy doctor he will give you little cheek kisses. Just like Archimedes does to you!! But...when he is a flirty boy... He is so unpredictable. You could be reading a book then he would just suddenly take the book, and kiss you. He would then whisper in your ear ''Oh sorry s/o. I just needed treatment since I was lovesick~♡'' (if you read my crap you know this weird reference) He is such a flirty boy, isn't he. N-Nothing wrong with that or anything.

Spy

He is a smooth boy. Oh hell yeah. He will spin you around and then put one hand on your waist before kissing you deeply. Just like in a romance movie. It is very romantic. He will only do this in private tho. ''Oh~Mon Amour why are you so cute honestly'' (this is his inside head voice there is no way in fuck he going to say that out loud but he really does lol) He also likes hand kisses. In a way, it is just a reminder of how much he loves you. All that cheesy romantic crap is private. There is no way in hell he is going to do that in public, all that cute stuff where he literally melts in your arms is only for you in private. :< (you're fine with it tho, it then just means that you can keep all that cute faces/reactions to yourself!)

So yeah, I am tired as fuck my stomach has just been doing 100 backflips for the past hour. So...Hope you enjoy anon! I had a fun time writing this! Let me just go take a break. So yeah um, bye, hope you have a good day!

[honeyblockm]

Part 4 might have some of my favorite poems I'm quite fond of the stuff here :) here is some commentary about these poems

Cw discussion of suicide (in fundy's part), maggots in the eggpire part, and self harm (for entertainment purposes) in quackity's part. Also death but like. *Gestures at the title of the megapoem.*

• Ranboo's poem is definitely one of my favorite poems I've written for this project :D although as always with ranboo I don't know what to do with his whole .. thing until I'm backed into a corner. So this was one of the last or probably the last poem to be written. Ended up drafting a lot of it in my head during fencing practice? the pov switches from cranboo to cghostboo in this line:

the water for. Some things pull this sheet tight over my head, over the open viscera.

And then it's just ghostboo hanging out in an empty snowchester! I'm especially proud of the imagery of ghostboo watching snow pile up and being unable to brush it off, giving the appearance of nobody occupying the space even though, as he says, he's "still here." I also like this line. It just sounds nice:

Have I not always / been every piece of me emerging from the bisected half, impossible / to look in the eye?

My little vwoop vwoop is multifaceted. Crack him open like a glowstick and watch a ghostboo come out. The last three sentences are directed mostly at Tubbo I think. At least in my head they are.

• the "you" in Sam's poem is Dream. Their dynamic is saur fucked up. Shout out to the time Sam got trapped in the egg and ate his arm!:

not for this growing lack inside my gut staved off by the disappearing muscle of my forearms and how no one is coming for me but him.

I think I was a little delirious in writing this poem bc it spawned the Pandoras box murder baby matriphagy joke. Uh. This thing. The places metaphors will lead you.

Anyways isn't it crazy how cdream broke out of the prison and went hmmm I'll go back and make that my base

in the black belly of our collective wanting both of us have come back home for no one else has ever thought to live here and no one else has learned to count the ticking towards nothing. but for you.

"I know only absolutes". He sure does!

• at some point in writing this project I had no idea what the fuck to do and it was driving me up the walls so I read some poems in the Kenyon review and then went on a walk and wrote two poems on said walk and the Tubbo and Aimsey one was one of them, the other was the skephalo piece from I think part 3. This poem is also my attempt at synthesizing that particular piece of lore. Isn't it crazy how the people Aimsey and Tubbo love are dead lol. I tried playing with the idea of creating a hospitable and safe space 4 the people that you love, and how Tubbo has been on the server long enough to have each one wrecked to the point where this line exists:

it's never safe enough

• fundy's poem is addressed to Wilbur! Something something killing yourself temporarily and thinking about the time your dad did that for real, right in front of you. Something about how you ask your parents everything about the world as a kid and they do not always have the best answers, esp when the question is "why did you blow up our home and kill yourself"

One of life's many questions that / I never stop asking

Hmm. Jumping in the lmancrater is, in fact, the fastest way to get out of a conversation with your dad!

In terms of going, this we know it to / be faster than walking;

This is where the narration slips into the memory of nov 16, where the situation is flipped, where Fundy is the one looking up and watching:

or letting your feet carry / you down the treacherous steps from a stiff ledge to / who is waiting at the bottom / craning their neck against / the day’s unflinching

• Connors death was so unexpected, so quick, and it was played off relatively lightly without much fanfare. There and gone and I tried to give his poem the same effect

• this was one of the earliest poems I wrote for this project! I bet I could even find the date bc I showed quackblr discord.

And yes I did end up counting it doubly for purpled. I'm sorry purpled I'll write you a better poem sometime

I like using semicolons. Semicolons in poetry my beloved. This might have been shortly after I wrote good art which is an original poem of mine that heavily uses semicolons, thus putting me in the mood. I am quite fond of this one also. I think flight is only metaphor for falling is the first line i thought of.

Quackity is kill your past selfing it up, trying to become sturdier iterations of himself. Meaner iterations.

if you could remake yourself a better man; what / would you do?

How much heart is a reference to a pro wrestling article about blading, aka the practice of purposefully cutting yourself on the forehead to appear bloodier and make your matches seem more violent to the audience:

how much heart / makes me a target; how much more makes me / good again

It's also like. How much can he afford care about something, and how it culminates in quackity putting everything into las Nevadas. Ough. Sorry my cquackity demons. every attempt to kill his past self has still ended up in disaster for quackity, though. Such are the cycles of violence or smth. The most use he got out of that skyscraper was when he and purpled died falling from it.

• FORM POEM FORM POEM FORM POEM. Is that the term for it. Idk. It's in a circle bc the uhhh. Twisted fucking cycles n stuff. For the egg there's no end and no beginning and no getting out. It's a labyrinth with no exit:

and if you thought you could / stick your hand to the / wall and follow it out

I had a lot of fun with the eggpire poems bc I got to go yippee! Time to describe the visceral! Other things with no end: maggots, which is life appearing after an animal dies. Maggots and other worms in general, which look about the same on either end:

maggots pouring from / the carcass like pearl strings / no distinction made on either flank

Poem ends on another cycle. This time the egg comes before the chicken bc it was the egg in its embryonic state that caused all these. Eggpire shenanigans

the end of all things is the embryo

• okay these last two poems from the server finale are short and vague bc they're from the server finale streams, which I did not watch and did not look up the details of, because I think they were stupid and did not believe they were a good use of my time. So instead I worked with the vague outlines of the stream that I had learned from hearing my dash and my friends talk about it. These were written relatively early on bc I had some ideas and wanted to get them out of the way lol

In spite of everything I quite like the Tubbo kills Dream poem. The narrator is Tubbo, who is addressing and referring to Tommy.

I will not lose you too.

#Clingyduo sweep

The first line of Jack sets off a nuke is a reference to the mountain goats song "the coroner's gambit"! Last line is a bible reference. Why not. I am a lot more excited about the TMG reference than the Genesis one.

The Death Poem, Part Four: Legacy

Masterpost | Part One: L'Manberg | Part Two: New L'Manberg | Part Three: Empowerment

Text:

11/28/2021: Ranboo is cut down escaping

Some things I love. Some things I love more 

than that. Some things keep me sitting in this cell. Some things 

I stay on my solitary perch rising out of 

the water for.  Some things pull this sheet tight over my head, over the open viscera.

Some things shred the muslin. 

Some things leave ghosts. Some things leave me 

waiting out here. Some things watch the snow 

knit its heavy blankets over all of the roofs and windowsills and 

the rims of the flowerpots of frozen soil and still my hands 

slip through like vapor when I try to brush it off. I am still here. Have I not always

been every piece of me emerging from the bisected half, impossible

to look in the eye? There are still things left inside, bundled in cloth,

for you to take home. There are still things worth

mourning. I am still half a husband yet.

2/4/2022: Awesamdude dies in Pandora’s Vault

I am exceptional at waiting. down under this ticking absence of clocks and water gone still I sit and stare and count the cracks of obsidian shedding its dim tears not for me and not for this growing lack inside my gut staved off by the disappearing muscle of my forearms and how no one is coming for me but him. ambivalent to which one of us looks at the other afraid and angry because in the black belly of our collective wanting both of us have come back home for no one else has ever thought to live here and no one else has learned to count the ticking towards nothing. but for you. nothing is ever too good to be true except for everything as I know only absolutes and the ultimate one is if either of us thought we’d let the other would walk out of here or die then I may as well have built you a cobblestone box instead.

3/20/2022: Tubbo punches Aimsey off the Prime Path

ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVED ARE SHOWING THEIR AWFUL FACES TODAY

their mouths are forming consonant and vowels forgetting they are vacuums 

and they are asking if it's safe enough yet 

it's never safe enough 

for both our sakes 

I hope it never will be 

5/22/2022: Fundy jumps into the L’Mancrater

It was effortless.

Did I expect that? The fluid grace of my exit, 

the speed, simple execution

of it all? I used to wonder and still

do but now that I’ve tasted air I think

I know the ease by which you 

left. One of life's many questions that

I never stop asking and now you

are finally answering.

In terms of going, this we know it to

be faster than walking; faster than rowboats 

or waiting or letting your feet carry 

you down the treacherous steps from a stiff ledge to 

who is waiting at the bottom

craning their neck against 

the day’s unflinching

8/10/2022: Connor seeks out the wrath of God

Death is the late morning; 

a languid prank. I blinked, and 

I was there. Not much to it. 

Nothing killed me, only God 

waving a hand; a break 

in the lazy breeze. 

Through the window, 

light bent. Voices, lamb cries, 

but it no longer mattered 

to me. 

9/10/2022: Quackity and Purpled take a dive off the top floor

like everything here flight is only metaphor 

for falling; these futile wings, this blooming sky;

if you could remake yourself a better man; what

would you do?; Most people make themselves kind but

that I was; before; my plans lay thus; First I grew pointed teeth, then; 

harder eyes; Failing those I built a city; measuring; how much heart

makes me a target; how much more makes me

good again; which here we can also call untouchable or

maybe; safe; once again I am wrong; I sport canines only 

to be torn out; citizens only to die; skyscrapers only for pushing

off.

10/29/2022: The Egg hosts a party

[Originally the lines are spaced to form half an ellipse, a shape you cannot do on Tumblr given the constraints of the post.]

Here again because life 

is a circle, 

after all and

there is no perfection 

without reconciliation 

and if you thought you could 

stick your hand to the 

wall and follow it out 

well 

it doesn't get much better than this

I am retribution, hunger, 

lovely misery on a dinner plate 

maggots pouring from 

the carcass like pearl strings 

no distinction made on either flank

the end of all things is the embryo 

the beginning the bird 

between them is the egg hatching 

11/11/2022: Tubbo kills Dream

Everything between our first meeting

to now:

I have lost even the snow on my fence posts

I will not lose you too. 

11/13/2022: Jack sets off a nuke

death came calling

today

it carried with it baskets, wicker

its soft feet spilled sand down the dunes

its eyes sparkled like two suns

and there was light