#but shout out to ww

[non-sims]

[excentricanthropologist]

*ugly sobbing* They're in love, your honor (and also in need of some soundproofing...)

Terzo and his CC are by ghulehsin! Omega and his CC are available here.

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[hircineworshipper]

I feel like such a hater whenever there's werewolf stuff where:

The wolf form is just like. An anthro person.

They just change back and forth whenever and its no biggie physically or emotionally.

They act like a domestic dog in or out of wolf form.

Nightmare scenario is all three and unfortunately that encompasses like 80% of "werewolf" posting on this webbed site. At that point it's just bog standard furry. Where's the angst. Where's the horror. Nobody is even getting hurt.

[xxrat-punkxx]

I started drawing these with the Vash plushie brush as a joke but it’s not a joke anymore because it’s a rly good brush💀

[ispreadrabieslikewildfire]

what the fuck just happened

[graham--folger]

listening to my spotify wrapped is fun because it's like. oh that's a hyperfixation. oh that's a hyperfixation. oh that's another one—

[superiorbiscuits]

went to bar trivia tonight for my (30th!) birthday and i would like to personally thank whoever i was following on tumblr in 2012 who was mad hyperfixated on the west wing for helping me get two questions right tonight

[anonyanonymouse]

At long last, got a computer that could hold the sims, so you know. Spent the past 5 hours downloading wicked whims and having the time of my life making the Diasomnia Whore House come true, right before my very eyes <333

[ghostbsuter]

The aftermath is somewhat controlled chaos, it doesn't take long for one of the leaders to step forward and request for help.

The newly turned Ghost King hums in thought, floating in the air as he considers the request.

On one hand, he does owe it to them, the lil green guy, Beast Boy?, figured it out after all. On the other hand, what on earth got them into this situation in the first place?

—

"So you... want my help, by giving you an army of the undead to win this somewhat one sided war and establish that earth is not, in fact, the enemy?"

"Yes."

"Explain to me again, why?"

A sigh.

—

(So what if he laughed at them at the end and made horrible puns of the situation and nearly destroyed a universe by laughing too hard– that's no one's business but his.)

He did give them an army to fend of the "enemy"(?), cackling as he leads the dead out to the living with a declaration of slightly violent peace.

But hey! Danny now has more phone numbers saved, got to create even more chaos and had a blast with the heroes!

(He doesn't mention nor show any change of behaviour when Batman eyed him like a particular hard puzzle, but he did step away when the man had suspicious looking papers in hand with a very (uncomfortably) familiar fire in his eye.)

wait thAT JOHN CONSTANTINE???

(The man books it the moment he felt the eyes of phantom on him, knowing fully well and not risking it. Unfortunately for him, said king is hot on his heels, shouting about paperwork and taxes.)

Game show host Danny

What if one day Danny gets so annoyed at cults summoning him, he makes it a game show

Whenever someone uses his summoning circle they get transported to a game show stage where they compete to see who gets to meet the ghost king

Danny's the host but refuses to tell anyone that he's the ghost king, besides no ones ever won so it doesn't matter

Danny was prepared, he binge-watched all the game shows he could find and then convinced technes to fine him some more

There's a big wheel of fortune but instead, it's a wheel of possible dimensions they could go to

They have to guess the emotional value of certain items and people are confused when it's a thermos

They have to answer questions about fast food franchises

If you get caught cheating fright knight will chase them around threatening them for a few hours before sending them home

A challenge is to lock them all in a room with box ghost and the last person to say something mean wins

Any musical challenges are overlooked by ember

There's a game where you have to choose the right box but one of them is Pandora's box

Skuller will chase them through an obstetrical course for "physical challenges"

Everyone loves it, all of dannys rogues get to mess with humans, the cultist won't be summoning him anytime soon, and Danny gets to laugh his ass off at this...no one quite knew what to expect when young Justice tried to summon him as a dare

[rxng]

It's like trying to meme with WW2 Grandma.

It does not work.

[bluewatersfairy]

[grimdarling69]

Pt 10 Crack Au

"Jon?" His mother questioned in a concerned tone.

The green blob was held inside the reinforced glass for the scientists and other heroes to study. It called to him. A faint buzzing...it said his name...he had to reach it, then everything would be okay...he'd see Damian again. He wouldn't have to worry about the other heroes who traveled into the land of the dead on a suicide mission.

"Jon! What are you doing!" Kon shouted behind him, demanding but worried. He sounded like he was underwater, the voices...the beeping...the cries they were drowned put by the crystal clear words.

Come...he needs you, Jon-El, son of Kal-El

It spoke his name, his full name, not the human version but the kryptonian. It was powerful.

Jon!

His fingers moved on their own, reaching undettered by the glass shattering around him. He pushed past it, reaching out to the power, the voice. Just as his fingertips caressed it his he could feel his brother grabbing him, and for a second the voice went away Kon tried to pull him back but it was too late. Jon turned to look at him, tears on his face as if he were windblown. Kon looked scared. He was scared to...why was he chasing it? The thing that hurt his father... Why was he drawn to it?...why did it call to him?

"Let go! Jon!"

"I'm scared!"

"Just let go!"

"I'm sorry!"

It was too late.

He had already reached the center. The green raced up his arm, crawling, penetrative, it burned...but it felt...

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"How much further?" Spoiler complained. "Despite popular opinion, my answer will not be changing no matter how many times you ask that." Red Robin answered her in return.

"It's been a week! We've been trapped on this stupid boat for a week!" Steph exploded her hands flailing around her as she stretched on the scratchy couch she half laid on in their shared cabin. The boat was larger than it looked, but it only had 8 cabins. More than most boats, of course, but for superheros...

A knock at the door intrrupted them. Tim looked up in slight confusion but yelled out an acknowledgment anyway. Wally poked his head in "WW and Bats called a meeting in the cellars again..." The younger flash looked...in a state of... true exhaustion.

Tim doubted he looked any different. What with only bathing with babywipes and only eating rations. Tim is really starting to hate the taste of granola...

"Twice in a fucking day? Asshole..." Steph grumbled around, choosing to dump herself onto the floor instead of standing up. Tim simply stood up and stretched, stepping over her convulsing body and walking out the door. Wally, Dicks best friend, now that Damian and Dick have both gone missing through a portal Luthor had forced Damian to help him create.

There were still so many holes in the story... Why did Damian call it the 'Fenton Portal'? What did Lex even write to Damian to get him to run away? They'd concluded that Luthor had picked Damian up off the bridge and had somehow found out about the Lazurus Pits and the demon brats' connection to it. But how did Damian even know what to create? Why didn't he come to them? How did luthor even get powers? How did he discover the pits?

"Where are they?" Batman questioned in his usual harsh and gravelly voice like Lex was like any other criminal. Lex Luthor, with Wonder Woman's lasso, tied around his wrist, meta handcuffs cuffed to the metal table behind the one-way glass, Tim could see Lexs left eye twitching.

"Somewhere safe." The-asshole fake philantropist with the seasonal of American Girl Dolls sent to him every month-grited out. The same answer he'd been giving when they asked about his location every single time. It, of course, only made Bruce madder. The man in question raised his fists and slammed on the table, shaking the table and the super-proof glass. If tim wasn't trained by the best, he might have flinched.

The door to his left opened. He didn't spare it a glance, for he was far too focused on Lexs response.

"My little badger was right about you."

He could feel ice tremble down his spine.

"Don't you dare! Talk about my SON like that!"

"You know he pratically begged me to take him away, away from you. When he told me about your identities, I was truly shocked. I had never even imagined Brucie Wayne could be the monsterous Batman."

"Trying to get a rise out of me by lying won't work, Luthor."

"How can I lie when your friend holds the leash of truth?"

Most of Lexs interviews were like that. Bruce barely let the guy out of that room. All lex did was rave about his 'little badger' it made him sick. The man had lost it. He was nothing like the man Kon used to complain about. The mild inconvenience at the best of times. The somewhat decent father back when Superman had his head so far up his ass he shot lasers out of his nose had quite literally lost his marbles. He had also somehow gained kryptonite-like powers? Bruce had been obsessive in testing the kryptonite-blast that had nearly killed Superman. The blast was unlike anything they'd ever seen before. It hit Clark in the chest, but unlike usual blaster powers, it stayed like kryptonite usually does, but when kryptonite is removed and taken away, Clark heals immediately unhindered. This time, even after the kryptonite was removed and he was exposed to the sun lamps, he didn't heal. It took a while, but eventually, he started healing, but he was in an induced medical coma when the team left. Jon and Kon wanted to go with them, but Bruce had banned them, not knowing if any more of the kryptonite powers could be used against them. Kon was easily convinced to stay behind, to stay with his father, only wanting to go because Jon fought tooth and nail with Bruce to go.

Zatanna had been their messenger between Earth and 'the realms' getting water and other things for them and keeping everyone updated. Like on Clark's condition, according to the best doctors earth and space have to offer, he should be waking soon. That's all they can hope for. As well as on Gotham, the girls sans Steph had stayed behind, Batwoman and Bluebird understood their reason for Bruce wanting them to stay behind. Cass... was in no condition to leave Gotham. Let alone be interdimensional traveling. especially to such a foreign place for them.

Cass had broken multiple ribs after being slammed into the metal walls by luthor. Which she could have recovered from quickly enough (read:ignored) but the force and the roll she took had puctured her lung and she had almost lost it...Safe to say Bruce benched her so long it might as well be forever. Like any of them listened to him anyway.

"Make way!" Stephanie pushed past him Duke hot on her heels, Tim sidestepped past their cat and mouse game. "Get back here!" Duke shouted, Steph's earlier prank of placing a small can of glitter paste above his door, rigged to fall on whoever opened it and judging from the purplely glitter paste dappling his hairline he'd just now opened his door for the first time in a while.

"Sorry, Red!" His brother shouted, flying past him. Hopefully, they'd calm down we'll before they reached Diana's cabin. Bruce never really appreciated Steph's way of cheering up people as much as Dick's.

Tim sighed. Hopefully, Bruce had good news. Despite the pranks and small humors... things had been quite depressing as of late. Bruce was highstrung, Diana was ever placating, but even her endless patience seemed to be wearing thin, the Flashs' increasing unexplained anxiety...

Things could be described as...tense. Jason wasn't really on speaking terms as of late. It reminded Tim of some of their first interactions after Jason came back. Jason and him had even been getting along lately. Not getting into huge fights, trying to kill each other, or even threatening it! Not just with Tim, everyone had been better... everyone but damian...Luthor had to get to him somehow...the letter...what did it say?

Until...all the progress with Jason's anger issues and disregard for them just vanished... after they discovered Luthor had taken Damian...

The point is that the family was falling apart. Alfred and Dick had personally held the family together for years, and neither were here now. Alfred was back home with the girls and Dick following Damian through the portal.

Constantine and Zatanna were sure they were here 'The Infinate Realms'. Tim is really starting to think this place is actually infinate.

"Red Robin." Cyborg greeted him at the entrance to Diana's quarters. Probably on the lookout for ghosts. Tim didn't feel like speaking much, so he simply nodded his acknowledgment and opened 'Pandora's box'. Poor choice of words, but it made more sense than anything else he could think of.

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"Are you sure you should be here?" Frostbite worried, Dick noted the subtle fidgeting with his claws.

"Of course. I need to make sure they leave." Dick answered voice smoother than he felt. Confidence, his best trait. Yeah right.

It's not that he hasn't missed his family... he very much has but Damian...Damian and little Ellie and Dante needed him more right now.

"Alright your highness, but I will do the talking. Yungblood is quite-well-spirited, but as are all children.."

"What about Pandora? How will she take being turned away?" Pandora was a warrior, an Amazonian, fierce and strong. If she took offense, they'd certainly be in trouble. Especially with Damian, he...wasn't aware of what they were doing anyway. Taking care of the kids was-exhausting-for both of them. Not that Damian wasn't any bad at all. Actually, he seemed quite skilled at it. Knowing what certain cries and tells the children have even as babies was a gift. Though Damian technically had a cheat sheet with being mentally bonded with them anyway. Apparently, ghosts and their ghostlings-particularly neverborns but sometimes adoption-as a safety precaution are linked in the kind like a tele-link but with feelings. If Dante feels sadness or hunger, then Damian can sense it-smell it or even feel it himself it it's that powerful. Likewise with Ellie, of course.

Nevertheless, twins were still exhausting. Tucker had taken the twins for a few hours. Dick is pretty sure he's just cementing himself as the 'best' uncle early on. Besides the point, they were getting one on one time with him in what Dick assumes is his cabin? He's really not sure where Tucker is staying or if he's just portaling back and forth from his castle? Who knows with him. He still hasn't answered him on whether his mom actually ate babies.

The giant glowing green pirate ship emerged from behind the giant floating ecto rocks. He could see a young green haired boy peering over the front of it, waving his sword in the air and shouting loudly.

"Frostbite! ALOHA!" The ghost enthusiasticlly shouted at them.

"Ahoy! It's a 'Ahoy Maties'!" The parroting his shoulder squawked indignantly. He's read Damians file on him, and he can't help but laugh. Interestingly, he can only be seen by children in the living realms.

He could see Pandora peak over as well. They shared a nod of understanding.

The ghost directed the ship to land on the snow where it wouldn't fall off or float away. Frostbite looked like he snucked a lemon, trying to direct the boy-captain. He kind of wonders how they still have that ship with many rocks and snowbanks he hit parking the giant thing.

He shivered all of a sudden feeling very cold. The runes on the old coat he borrowed from one of the yetis must have worn off. He was warned of them fading randomly, but he'd thought he'd have more of a notice before he'd be freezing.

"Are you all right, Princess?" Frostbite questioned, "Fine, just little cold. The runes wore off..." A sharp cold burst of wind raced through him, making his teeth chatter.

"Here.", the yeti took his long blue cape and wrapped him in it before he could protest he argued, "The great one would be very disappointed in me if you got a cold on my watch."

"Thank you, Frostbite." Dick resisted the urge to cuddle further in the large cloth. It reminded him of Bruce's...

"Of course -" the yeti began smiling softly at him. It's takes a special person to look so intimidating and scary but smile so kindly. Not in an unsettling way but like warmth. Like genuine.

"Cheif Frostbite. I'm glad to see you are in good health." Pandora jumped down from the ships' side, not even bothering with the ladder. She landed on her feet and stalked toward. Youngblood floated down, following after her excitedly. He can spot the admiration on his face for the Amazonian.

The window on the hull creaked, and he turned to stare at it. He squinted his eyes, letting the lenses on his mask that he put on for the first time since he came here zoom in on it.

Bruce. Batman

He could see his familiar shadow, and in particular the ears, they poked up out of his vague blob shape.

"I'm afraid the meeting must be canceled, my friends." The yeti bellowed casting his voice so even the ones hiding on board would hear.

"What, why?" The young ghost cried out obviously disappointed. He was never disappointed as a child when Bruce's meeting were canceled. When he was younger, whenever Bruce had meetings, just one would last for hours. Usually only when they were Justice Leauger but still. So whenever they were canceled, he'd just beg Bruce to do something with him cause he'd have hours of free time that he'd just used to work. If you looked up workaholic in the dictionary, both Bruce and Batman would be there.

He turned his attention back to the ghosts, but it was just both of them trying and failing to placate the young ghost. Which was a great way for him to sneak away and onto the ship. He resisted the urge to whistle while doing it. Not that they'd hear because Youngblood had started the crocodile tears. He's pretty sure the boy is faking it and just trying not to laugh, which he's actually doing a very good job at. Even he hadn't realized it was fake until the tears.

"Nightwing." Bruce gravely voice cut through the loud wailing, ever familiar. He sounded relieved, heavy. There were other heroes. The rest of the bats stood together, worry concealed but visible, he couldnt help but notice the empty space. Some of the Titans were there, well Vic and Wally, he couldn't see anybody else. Martian Manhunter, Flash Senior, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, John Constantine?...wow.

"Hey."

"Hey?" Bruce started anger evident on his face, "Is that all you have to say?" He could see concern and regret, and lines on his face seemed deeper. "You've been gone for months.." his father's voice cracked in the way he only ever heard it crack after Jason...

"I know and I'm sorry but-" he glanced outside the window, he could see the guards seated at the outpost running out of their post inland in the direction they came from...shit he'd wanted to atleast explain himself.

"You have to leave." His voice sounded firmer than he meant it, but he had to get them to leave.

"What are you talking about?" Tim questioned he and his other siblings had come to stand in front of Bruce. Bruce seemed deflated. He tried not to make it too obvious he was planning on jumping out the window.

"Where's Damian?" He tried not to freeze.

"He's fine." Dick said instead, "Both of you have been missing for months, Dick." Duke argued.

"Where is he?" Bruce repeated, pushing past the others.

"Rob?" Wally, his best friend since he was a kid. Who hadn't known his name for years or has no clue that he's been crushing on him for years and years too afraid of rejection and losing their friendship to ever even think of telling him.

"Nightwing. I urge you to listen to your family." Diana insisted, the other league memeber looked too unsure to say much. Only coming for numbers and strength, not for emotional issues.

"Rob, come on. Let us help you?" Wally attempted to grab his arm, but he reared back in time.

"Please."

He shook his head reached for the window and diving out.

"Dick!" He could hear wally and the others scream and rush towards the door.

"FROSTBITE!" dick yelled while he was known for falling from several tall heights and surviving, that was on concrete, not ice and snow. He'd probably slip and break an ankle, especially because he wasn't wearing the right boots for it. The yetis tried to get him to borrow theirs, but you can probably see why it didn't really work.

Frostbite took one glance at his precarious situation and dove to catch him. He had some time he really should have thought that through more...

"Thanks.." he whispered to giant. He suddenly didn't feel so well. The yeti looked at him in concern and adjusted his weight more.

"Release him." Bruce glided onto the ice, his cape rusting and settling behind him. the other flyers landing, but the ones who couldn't watch from the ships railing, back up.

"No, he is mine. You are not welcome here. Leave."

"Not without my sons." His dumbass father demanded probably sending signals to the other heroes to prepare for a fight. He tried to move his head to see them, but Frostbite tightened his grip, clearly worried about fighting 'the great one's' family.

"You will not have them. Leave, or we will remove you with force." Frostbite growled at them, clearly getting frustrated with them. Which is actually a feat he usually wad the definition of patience and virtue but to be annoyed frustrated? Something was happening, and Dick didn't like it one bit.

He'd investigate it as soon as he takes a nap. Just one.

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After seeing the ice giant capture Dick they'd rushed down, but the giant refused to let him go and insisted on them leaving.

Bruce was about to give the signal to attack when his feet were captured by glowing green vines...

"Hi Batman. Funny seeing you here." Superboy, jon, joked. His eyes were glowing more purple than he'd ever seen them before. His suit was ripped, and the colors had shifted into a mix of black and dark purple. Ripps up and down the suit, his cape flared behind him with holes burnt into it. And ash sticking to him.

"Superboy." He acknowledged his quick assessment, looking around was he wasn't the only one captured but the only one without a vine stopping from talking. Which meant he needed something from him.

"It's Evergreen now, actually." The boy looked bored more interesting in the dirt underneath hai nails than him. Or at left, he was trying to make Bruce think he was. But nothing gets past Batman.

"I suppose you're the 'poisonous thorns,' aren't you?" The boy smirked eyes narrowing. He dropped his hand and waling up to him, getting closer.

"I suppose you would know. What with Poison Ivy." The boy seemed to laugh at his own jokes.

"Take our mutual friend inside, please, Frostbite." He shouted behind his shoulder. The yeti turned around and walked away with his son still in his arms. They wouldn't get away with this.

The boy leered at him, taking a few steps back and studying the other heroes. He put his finger into his pocket and drew out a beautiful whistle-like miniature flute with strange symbols and runes across it. It looked like it was made out of bone.

He blew into his inciting no sound at all. It was quiet to quiet. Dog whistle. Or something bigger.

"Goodbye."

[heroesrest64]

Haunting Heroes

Other parts: 1 2

Chapter 3: The Witching Hour

Chapter summary: The heroes have a small request they’d like to ask of you, and discuss how to go about asking. Everything goes to plan… for the most part.

Warning: Derealization towards the end :P

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter under the cut :)

A list of nicknames for this chapter:

Botw Link/ Wild- Spice

WW Link/ Wind- Puddles

SS Link/ Sky- Dreamer

TP Link/ Twilight- Jimmy

FS Link/ Four- Winter

ALttP Link/ Legend- Whisper

The witching hour is the one time a day all of the old Heroes of Hyrule can move freely and do what they want. They gather in the office space, lounging around or browsing the titles of some of the books on display. Four points to one, and Wild pulls it down, where it lands on the door with a muffled thump.

“Hey! No reading. We need to talk while we still have the chance!” Legend snaps, attempting to kick the book away, only for his foot to go through it.

“Idiot. Only Wild can interact with objects.” Warriors rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well you don’t count as an object, so why don’t I kick you.” Legend hisses, already winding his foot back, only to pause when Time quietly floats into the room with Twilight trailing behind.

“Good. Everybody’s here. I’d like for us to start this meeting while the witching hour is still young.” Time hums, standing in the middle of the room while everyone else scrambles to attention.

“As we all know, there’s a new resident in the house. In the past, residents could only barely interact with us, and even then, only one or two of us would be noticed. But this new resident is different. They can and already have interacted with all of us, and they’re actively trying to communicate with us now.“

“What do you think it means?” Hyrule asks, leaning forward until his feet come off the floor.

“I’m unsure. One thing I do know, is that they are not a threat, they’re not here to harm, nor do they come searching for fame or fortune. I think, if anyone, we can trust them.” Time looks at each of the boys gathered, all tired, and trapped in this place with no way to escape. Even during the witching hour they can‘t go any further than the edge of the front yard. But perhaps this new person can be of assistance.

“That's nice and all, but we can barely talk with them. How are we supposed to ask for help like this?” Legend scowls and gestures to his transparent body. Time smiles, a knowing glint in his eye.

“You will talk to them. Tomorrow is the start of their weekend. We will do whatever it takes to keep them awake until the hour strikes, then you will converse. Tell them about our anchors. At the very least, if the anchors can all be gathered in the same place, we’ll all be able to go the same distance. Wild won’t be trapped in the kitchen anymore, Sky will be able to leave their room, and Twilight will be able to enter the house again.“

Legend looks rightfully irritated at the new job, but doesn’t argue, instead crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fine, fine. Shouldn’t be too hard, I guess… as long as the others can lead them to their anchors easily enough.” Legend quirks a brow at the three usually trapped spirits, who all give their affirmations one way or another.

“Then it’s settled. Tomorrow we make our move.” Warriors decides, before seeming to realize something, “oh and could you maybe tell them our actual nicknames? Vanity just feels a little… on the nose.”

“I will tell them everyone’s real names besides yours.” Legend taunts, and the two begin tussling on the floor.

“My money’s on Leg!” Wind shouts, laughing as they simply roll through him then into the kitchen with their playfighting.

~~

“Movie night with some ghosts… Never thought those would be words that come out of my mouth.” You hum as you wait for your microwave popcorn to finish. “Do you guys even eat? And wait- you can’t even leave the kitchen, how are you gonna watch the movie in the living room?” You ask, quirking your brow at your spice rack. What has your life come to, that you talk to a spice rack like it’s an actual human being.

The cayenne pepper lifts up from its place on the rack and floats through the kitchen until it reaches the doorway leading into the living room. Ah. So that’s how Spice will get a view of the living room tv.

“Cool. I’ll adjust the screen so you can get a better look. As for my first question… I guess I’ve never seen the rest of you eat, but I started doing some research, and it looks like ghosts can at least kind of… observe? Food? Specifically, it looks like some ghosts like smelling food, even if you can’t eat it.” The microwave beeps, and you pull out the finished bag of popcorn before dumping it in a bowl.

“So I was thinking of separating this into bowls so everyone can have their own.” You shake the popcorn bowl and smile in the direction of your spice rack, where Spice moves your sugar bowl forward, as if to say ‘That’s sweet of you’. You grin, grabbing a bunch of mismatched bowls and pouring some popcorn into the different containers.

“I know a few of you are kind of stuck, so could you get Puddles to guide me on where to set all of these up?” You ask, and while Spice doesn’t respond for a little bit, you do eventually feel some water drip down your arm.

“Puddles! Ready to help me?” You greet, already following the water trail he leaves behind as he guides you to your room. Dreamer must actually be trapped here, given you haven’t experienced your strange dreams when not sleeping in your room. “Hey roomie. Dunno if you’ve heard about movie night, but we’ve got some popcorn for ya and I brought my phone to stream some shows. How does Avatar The Last Airbender sound?” You suggest, waving your phone with the show already pulled up. One drop of water hits your hand, and you happily drop off the bowl of popcorn and set up your phone so the ghost can watch it while laying in bed.

Next up is Spice, who wants his bowl set up on a little table sitting between your living room and kitchen, and lastly, Jimmy. Puddles insists he wants the bowl sat on the windowsill just outside the living room, and you oblige despite your misgivings about bugs and other pests coming in. Rightly so, it seems, as Jimmy comes fluttering to your windowsill in seconds and begins chowing down on your offered popcorn.

With everyone all set up, and the rest of the bowls set out on the coffee table in the middle of your living room, you finally flop down on your couch, only to feel pins and needles crawl up your spine and through your ass.

“Winter! Oh my godesses I didn’t know you were there. I'm so sorry!” You shout as you roll away from the invading cold. The vague feeling of a chilling hand ghosts your shoulder, gripping it in what you think is supposed to be reassurance but only feels like literal death has set its hands on you.

The moment passes, and you awkwardly clear your throat before clicking your TV on. At first you thought you’d put on some horror movies, but that felt a little too on the nose, so you settled for some good old fashioned Great British Bake Off. Spice seemed absolutely ecstatic if the sound of your kitchen drawers opening and closing was anything to go by.

All in all, it was a great way to end the first day of your weekend, and you could feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep amongst the heavy British accents and the smell of buttered popcorn, only to shoot awake when a fucking icicle decided to prod at your stomach.

“What the fuck! Winter, the hell?!” You shout, shooting awake and wiping the drool that was definitely not forming at the corner of your mouth.

Of course, the ghost doesn’t reply, and you’re left to stare at where you assume he is in mild alarm and curiosity. Maybe he didn’t want you falling asleep on him by accident?

“Okay… Sorry for almost falling asleep on you? But don’t poke me like that in the future. It hurts.” You shake your head, turning your attention back to your tv. Looks like you missed a couple episodes.

This time, you really do try to stay awake a little longer. It’s nearly three when you feel yourself slipping again, but then you hear it. Your sister calling out from the hallway.

“Mm? Whossat?” You slur, sitting up and peeking over your couch at where the voice is coming from.

“Silly. It’s me.” Your sister's voice responds in broken, stilted tones, and you squint, trying to process just what the fresh heck is going on. That couldn’t possibly be your sister. Who else could talk to you, though? One of the ghosts-?

“Oh, Whisper. Did you need something? I can-“ you start, only to be interrupted

“No! Stay over there.” The voice fizzes and jolts, like it’s coming through a broken radio. It sounds like they’re trying to string together phrases with a minimal vocabulary. Still, the urgency in their voice sets off alarm bells in your head.

“Okay. I’m staying right here. Do you need help?” You try asking one more time, twisting around in your seat to get a better look at your hallway.

“Need help.” Your voice echoes back at you, and you shiver. This ghost can mimic you just as easily as anyone else. That’s… a concerning thought.

“Help with what? I can’t know unless you tell me.” You shrug, and begin shifting off of the couch. A stinging cold bites into your stomach, but all you can do is hiss and fight through it. You feel like you need to find the source of the voice. Obviously, they need help!

“Find… objects. Friends. Need help.” The voice is an odd mix mash of your own and your sister’s, you know that, but it feels like there’s a fog in your head gently coaxing you further into your house. The lights begin to flicker, but your gaze is steadily fixated on your darkened hallway.

Cold water splashes onto your face, but you barely notice. You need to get to them. You need to help them. The doorway leading to your office is right there, and you know they’re inside. You just need to open it up.

“Don’t.” The voice commands, but it only seems to draw you deeper. Your hand makes contact with the door, but as soon as you open it, the world goes black and you feel your body collapsing.

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

I want to be really real with you all because I’m well aware that the reason most people followed me between 2016 and 2019 was because of my Fantastic Beasts / Newtina fics, and because I need to get it off my chest anyway.

(This is a screenshot of a post sent to me by one of my friends on Instagram, hence the language difference)

I’m not terribly shocked that it appears that we’ll never get another Fantastic Beasts film again. The last two underperformed considerably compared to the first film, and both were in general less well-received by both the critics and the general audience than the first film. While the third film was overall an improvement in many ways, it still wasn’t the same caliber as the first FB, let alone the eight Harry Potter movies before it.

I am in two minds about this: on the one hand, I completely agree that we need to stop giving that woman money - the money she gets from Harry Potter and the Wizarding World is funnelled directly from her bank account into anti-trans groups. I hope that if people really must watch the money grabbing TV show they’re planning, then they’ll at least pirate it so as to not give HBO or WB any views, but I’m sure people will watch it anyway because people are nostalgic and they value nostalgia over decency. JKR aside, however, it’s the sad truth that the second and third films were nowhere near the same level as the first for so many reasons - the writing quality went downhill, there were too many plots and characters, too much retconning etc.

All of this said, I have to admit that a part of me is disappointed by the news.

In late 2016 and throughout 2017-2018, FB was a HUGE part of my life; it was a comfort for me when my Nan died, writing the fanfics and posting about the film brought so many amazing people into my life, and for a long time it was an obsessive special interest of mine. I have FB and HP tattoos (my first five are all WW related as a matter of fact), I spent so much time watching the first film and writing fanfic and I even cosplayed as Tina. Despite the troubles within the fandom I later had, the first film was still a huge part of my early adult life.

I’m disappointed because while there was an air of finality to the third film (which I knew they’d do because they wanted to see how the third film performed before deciding whether to do more or to scrap it), there’s still so much that we were told we’d see and plot lines that were never fully realised: how Nagini went from CoG to being Voldemort’s snake, the Grindeldore battle of 1945, etc.

I am also tremendously disappointed that despite Newt being the lead and Tina being his love interest (and the knowledge that they were endgame), we never got to see their relationship play out beyond the fact they clearly liked each other. We got Jacob and Queenie’s wedding but not Newt and Tina’s - we never even saw Newtina kiss, and they were supposedly the main couple of the series. As someone whose blog used to be “newt-loves-tina” and who’s written about fifty Newtina fanfics over the years, I can’t hide that it disappoints me that we’ll never get to see them again, especially given Eddie and Katherine’s close friendship and chemistry.

Part of the lack of Newtina is no doubt because of how dirty the second and third film did Tina/Katherine - you’ll never convince me that it’s a pure coincidence that JK went from “Tina is my girl” and shouting Katherine’s praises to reducing her role to a tiny cameo in SoD after Katherine publicly posted her support for trans people. Her slightly reduced role in the second film was more down to there being far too many characters and plot lines so NONE of the characters got the focus they needed, but the third film…that was definitely intentional. People have tried to blame Katherine getting COVID in March 2020 for it when the film didn’t start filming until September 2020, by which time both Jude and Katherine were doing press for The Third Day show and she was talking about her experience with COVID. The way Katherine refused to promote SoD (to the point of attending the London premiere to sign things for fans and hang out with Eddie, posting photos of herself at the premiere but NOT mentioning the film at any point or tagging it in her post whilst still tagging all of her stylists/make up people/brands) speaks for itself.

I am upset because Tina was my favourite character when I watched the first film, so much so that I cut my hair into a bob, cosplayed as her, my first tattoo was her wand, I bought her locket, etc. I literally saw so much of myself in her that it was a little bizarre: the older sister whose younger sister is more bubbly/sociable/considered the pretty one and who baked/cooked, the shyness, the sense of duty, the willingness to break the rules if it went against her moral code… I saw a lot of myself in her, more than I did any other character, and I was so excited to see what happened with her character next.

Most importantly, however, I am upset because while JKR is a horrible human being who I despise with all my heart, we’ve lost positive autistic representation in Newt Scamander.

I’ve spoken before about how finding out Newt was played by Eddie as autistic helped me come to terms with and feel proud of my own diagnosis between 2019 (when I first got referred) and 2022 (when I finally got my letter confirming the diagnosis). Seeing Newt be the hero and not be treated like a joke for being autistic meant (and still does mean) the world to me - and I know it meant so much to a lot of us who are on the spectrum who watched the film and saw ourselves in Newt, who saw ourselves be the hero for once. I remember going to see SoD on opening day with my sister and seeing a young boy on the row in front getting so excited at seeing Newt that he flapped his hands excitedly and bounced in his seat. I remember getting emotional when I noticed Newt stimming with his coat pocket multiple times. I still think about how I was lucky enough to thank Eddie in person for playing Newt as autistic.

It’s just another reason that I hate JKR - her bigotry (as well as the subpar writing in the second and third film) undeniably contributed to people boycotting the film, which has meant WB has discontinued it - and we will no longer see an autistic person as the hero. Her decision to go down the rabbit hole of transphobia (and a number of other different prejudices) is absolutely a contributing factor in the decision to cancel the series, and because that’s a reason more personal to me, I will always hate her.

(I already hate her anyway just for the fact she is in fact a despicable person)

[golvio]

Now that we've got a little guy who's called a "fairy" and is sort of a divinely made construct looks like this:

I'm a bit curious about what that means about this:

I also wonder if that implies anything about the Great Fairies considering the "teardrop hair" shape motif from the Wind Waker Great Fairies seems to make a return in EoW's Great Fairy, or if that's just an easter egg/design shout out. The same goes for the Sword Spirits, since their designs seem to have been inspired by the WW Great Fairies and Fairy Queen, too.

[kim-jongin-s]

svt fic recs (mostly nc-17; minwon, jeongcheol, wonchan, verkwan + other)

MINWON

"after-work hours". oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

At the end of the day, Mingyu always gets the last piece.

"come light me up". roommate!au. oneshot, 4k. nc-17.

“Did I do something, hyung?”

Mingyu has done everything and nothing at the same time.

↳ "baby, i insist". roommate!au. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

Oh, if only Wonwoo wasn’t supposed to be working right now.

"romeo and the cyberpunk princess". au. twoshot, 5k. nc-17.

Mingyu has his 2.0 vision to thank for spotting that angel with the tattoo on his back.

"even if the world turns against you". gang!au. oneshot, 5.5k. nc-17.

It wasn’t until Seungcheol called a meeting between the gangs that Mingyu realized who he was dealing with.

Jeon Wonwoo ran with Jeonghan’s crew.

"stir it well". au. oneshot, 12k. pg-13.

Mingyu packs up his life to travel around Europe in the months before a new job. He doesn’t expect to meet a handsome Korean man in the first city he lands in. He certainly doesn’t expect to bump into him again, then again, then again…

"i know you said that we're not talking (but i miss you)". high school!au. 4 chapters, 58k. nc-17.

The way Wonwoo hates is different, it’s not aggressive and heated, but rather it’s like a winter storm—cold and hostile. He doesn’t yell or shout, but his words are icy in a way that bites at your skin.

Unfortunately for Mingyu, he learns this through first-hand experience.

JEONGCHEOL

"berlin syndrome". oneshot, 1k. pg-13.

There’s a beautiful boy laying next to Jeonghan in this hotel room bed and when he goes back home he’s not gonna see him again for quite some time.

"did it hurt (when you fell from heaven)". model!au. oneshot, 2k. pg-13.

He spent his life building his career. And he couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t fathom it.

Jeonghan was fuming. He even went into different stages of rage when he saw who did his signature gesture.

"we could be slow dancing". oneshot, 3k. pg-13.

Jeonghan never needed luxury, he only ever needed Seungcheol.

"the sound of your voice". au, mpreg. oneshot, 4k. pg-13.

Jeonghan's first pregnancy isn't going as well as he'd hoped. Seungcheol wishes he could help.

"i want you flowing through my veins (make me go insane)". omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh. oneshot, 4k. nc-17.

Jeonghan feels the need to remind his Alpha who he belongs to. Seungcheol is desperate to please his Omega.

"to love you is enough for me". oneshot, 7.7k. r.

Jeonghan is in love with Seungcheol.

And he's going to let him know by trying everything, except actually telling him.

"our laughter is blooming". au. oneshot, 15.6k. r.

Seungcheol I love you ♡

Jeonghan Haha gross

Seungcheol We’re literally married

WONCHAN

"the rite of the movement". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. oneshot, 6k. nc-17.

2024, the turn of the year. A mountain villa. Deranged heat/rut sex and an impulse decision made.

"entropy". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. twoshot, 22k. nc-17.

A fated pair, it's rare. It's considered as a myth.

Then comes Chan, who smells like strawberries and vanilla. Chan, who wasn’t supposed to be the constant in Wonwoo’s life. Who wasn’t supposed to be the Sun in his solar system. Chan—who is not his fated mate.

VERKWAN

"more than just some butteflies". au. oneshot, 6k. pg-13.

there is nothing funny about finding out that the dude you’ve been flirting with for a month has a kid.

"new angle". omegaverse: omega!sk, alpha!vn. oneshot, 6.5k. nc-17.

in a tale as old as time, casual hookups between a beta and an omega become a little more complicated when a late alpha presentation is thrown into the mix.

OTHER

"not so lone wolf". seokhoon. omegaverse: alpha!wz, omega!dk. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

Jihoon forces himself to visibly relax. He can do this. He’ll be good for them (and hopefully they’ll be good to him in return).

"like i do, like me". junhao. office!au. twoshot, 13k. nc-17.

Minghao really should stop breaking his laptop. Maybe he'll keep doing it now that Junhui is fixing it though.