#ghost hunt is a surprisingly good anime

[bloodismymedium]

🔪Even More Mona Lanius Headcanons🎨

🫀 Mona speaks in a flat, monotone yet raspy/scratchy voice and is almost always speaking in a whisper, she sounds like what I imagine a ghost sounding like, unnatural yet kind of beautiful.

🫀 Mona is a chain smoker, which is a contributing factor to why her voice is so raspy sounding. Bill was an alcoholic who used alcohol to drown his violent, psychopathic thoughts but he quit after meeting Mona.

🫀 Mona genuinely smells like death, like a mix of rotting flesh and strong paint/chemical fumes. Her smelling like a corpse is caused by a combination of bromhidrosis (chronic body odor) and the fact that she constantly surrounds herself with death and decay.

🫀 Mona will often mix some of the blood of her victims in with her paints when she makes their paintings, a way of further immortalizing them and what she did to them as well as a twisted way of paying tribute to them, like she’s actually “thanking” them in being a part of her artistic endeavors.

🫀 Mona is of Ecuadorian and Romanian descent. Mona has no real sentimental connection to her heritage however as she doesn’t speak a lick of Spanish or Romanian and her parents never really taught her anything about her heritage either.

🫀 Mona is scary good in using all types of knives and other kinds of bladed implements thanks to years in learning how to use them in many contexts, such as learning how to cut and dress meat after hunting trips with her father as a child to “practicing” on her victims. She knows a fair number of knife tricks as well.

🫀 Mona and Bill started off as equals, a real Bonnie & Clyde type of duo but Bill’s deteriorating mental state caused by fully embracing his psychosis and being fed a LOT of drugs and painkillers resulted in him essentially becoming more of a guard dog. Mona is fine with this since she finds it cute and likes that she has a more dominant role now ⛓️

🫀 Mona and Bill were not going to kill Tina but rather they were planning on “adopting” her because Mona became enamored with her and wanted to “keep” her. Mona blinded and deafened Tina in order to make her 100% dependent on her and was planning on cutting her arms and legs off completely as well to achieve this.

🫀 Mona in general exhibits an odd desire to be a mother, which is exhibited in quirks such as keeping dolls and playing with them as if they were her children. This is especially apparent in the “baby” she made for herself from what she deemed as the “best parts” of the babies she killed when she blew up a daycare, she sings/hums to it, cradles it softly and even keeps it in an old Victorian stroller.

🫀 Despite this, Mona fucking HATES kids because they all remind her of all the mistreatment and abuse she took from kids in her neighborhood when she was a child, which is why what she did to the Beck twins would become what most would consider to be one of her most brutal murders. To her, it was personal.

🫀 Mona has a habit of preserving things in jars of formaldehyde whether they be internal organs, fetuses/infants, cool bugs, even stuffed animals. She only does this when something has really stood out to her, even seemingly random things she has chosen to preserve has significant, even sentimental reasons behind it.

🫀 Mona, perhaps unsurprisingly, is a huge art nerd. She has studied art since a very young age and has great knowledge of art history, she’s surprisingly insightful and engaging when she talks about art and she actually would’ve made a great art teacher. Her favorite painter as a child was Frida Kahlo.

🫀 Mona’s favorite paintings are The Garden of Earthly Delights (Heironymus Bosch), Saturn Devouring His Son (Francisco Goya), The Hands Resist Him (Bill Stoneham), The Fall of the Rebel Angels (Pieter Bruegel), The Wounded Deer (Frida Kahlo), The Anguished Man (unknown) and Night Creeper (Zdzislaw Beksinski). She’s a big fan of Beksinski’s work in general.

[sofasoap]

Presents

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta'd.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“.... What’s in these boxes Captain? New gadgets for the mission?” Soap stared at the boxes his Captain sat down on the desk.

“Christmas Presents.” Price grumbled. He pushed one box each in front of Soap and Gaz, two towards Ghost.

Soap frowned. “It’s only October. Not even time for Christmas shopping yet.” he lifted the box up, trying to rattle it. “Jesus hell, it's a bit heavy.” 

“Hum. Mine is a bit lighter, and sounds like there are things rolling around..” Gaz mumbled.

“Blame my wife. She insisted you boys have the presents early as we wouldn’t be around for the festive season.”  

Price loves his wife. He tried to keep her a secret as long as possible but the big gossiper of Ghost “accidently” let it slip about her existence and cue the two nosy boys immediately went and hunted her down in the infirmary. He was actually quite surprised as smart as Gaz and Soap are, it took them this long to catch on, even seeing you and their child during Simon’s wedding. 

Gaz and soap peeked into the infirmary, currently void of any patient, and saw you sitting in the corner, sipping on a cup of coffee while shuffling through patient notes.

Hearing the creak of the door, you saw the two men trying to push each other into the room. “Hello, I see you two have found me.” Chuckling as you wave at them to come and take a seat as you push your laptop and paper works aside. “What can I do for you? Did my husband send you two out to drag me out from here?”

“We just want to see the person who beated some sense into our Captain.” Gaz elbowed Soap as he blurted out. Two of them proceeded to bombard you with all sorts of questions. How did you two meet? Who asks who out? How old is the kid? You patiently answered all their questions, trying to satisfy their curiosity. You two “officially”met during the Amsterdam mission, Price asked you out (surprisingly), little Kyle is turning ten soon, a football fanatic just like his father. 

Everything slowly became clearer to Gaz, the amused smile his Captain showed, when he introduced himself during the Piccadilly. 

The occasional sad smile when his Captain checks his private phone during their long mission away. 

The eagerness when they unexpectedly complete the mission and get to return back to the UK early.

He was eager to return to his family. To you and his young son. 

Three of them had a good chatting session afterward. They found out you have been in the SAS longer than both of them, they are really surprised they haven’t really noticed you around, even with the amount of times the men have been in and out of the infirmary or on mission.

“Remember what my call sign is? Chameleon. I am very good at blending in,unnoticed.” She explained with a little smile. 

You seem to be a very quiet but determined person. Gaz and Soap can see the resemblance in personality in both of you and Price. No wonder Price has fallen for you. He thought. Someone who is just a workaholic but devoted to each other. 

Ghost’s brow went up a bit when he opened his box, Gaz looked over, a skull shaped soap dispenser?? And two little cute animal soap dispensers in there. 

“She meant to give that to you when we moved.” Price shrugged as he lit up a cigar, a smirk on his face. “The other box is for Mini. Those two little dispensers are for Tiny and Aileen.” 

“WHY IS THIS BOX FULL OF SOAP?” Soap cried, he sniffed himself. “Do I stink? Is she trying to say I stink? Oh Gosh Emma never told me I stink…”

Gaz opened up the lid of the box, in there he found a few fancy looking hand-made soaps,

“Soap… I got a few blocks of it too, don't worry. Seems she thinks both of us stink equally.” Gaz laughed. Underneath the blocks of soap, he also found a new set of knitting needles, crochet hooks and different colour yarns, You remembered, to Gaz’s surprise, during that initial conversation he mentioned to you his side hobbies are knitting and crocheting, crafty skill he learnt from his grandmother, which he found soothing and meditative to get his mind away from the bloodshed. Pulling out the yarns, he noticed right at the bottom there is also a little booklet of patterns for …. Baby clothes? 

Gaz frowned. He’s not expecting any babies. He doesn’t even have a partner! What are you trying….OH.

Turning towards Price. “.... are you two expecting?” He asked. 

Turning his head away from watching Soap’s self-wallowing and Ghost quietly happy with his little gag  present, Price slowly turned and looked at Gaz, he could see confusion in his Captain’s eyes.

“ What made you say that?”

Gaz holds up the book.

“..... are you not telling me something Gaz?” Price’s eyes narrowed, throwing the question back at him.

“Captain, you know I definitely don’t have anyone in my life at the moment. And I DEFINITELY did not knock anyone up.”

Price went all quiet. Gaz could see him trying to process the information. 

All of sudden, he stood up, startling all three of them and marched out of the office, towards the infirmary. 

“....what is going on?” Soap looked at Gaz, and back to Ghost. 

“ I think he just got a pleasant surprise gift himself too.” 

Moments later, they could hear your scream,followed by you insisting your husband to put you back down, to everyone’s jaw dropping and stares as Price bridal carried you out of the infirmary, along the corridor, heading towards the front gate, trying to get you home to rest. 

The day the whole barrack finally realised Captain John Price and you are actually married to each other. 

Sorry @captainpriceslover, as with all my stories, it takes turn unexpectly as I write them :P

@tapioca-marzipan @floral-force (mutton chop no. 6 :) )

[feralrabidcrow]

What do you think the mercs hobbies were, past and present?

Scout loves drawing, as inspired by Expiration Date. He's really good at it, like crazy good, but he usually uses his talents for chaos, such as drawing Spy having sexual congress with the Eiffel tower. He also collects baseball cards, and sings Tom Jones to himself when he's alone in his room, but everyone knows because of how loud he sings. He sings into his baseball bat like it's a microphone, most passionate ballad of 'Sex Bom' you will ever hear.

Soldier is devoted to creating an army of raccoons, no matter how much the raccoons bite and scratch him. If you can consider that a hobby. Can you count snapping Scout's puny neck as a hobby? Is violence in general a hobby? He takes great joy in trying to 'shape up' the other mercenaries, through wake up calls, making them eat nasty MREs, yelling at them to train harder, and running the base like it's boot camp. I don't think this man has picked up a relaxing pastime in his entire life.

Pyro loves collecting things, anything really. Stickers, candy, rubber ducks, if it fits in their pocket, they'll hoard it somewhere only to bestow it to someone randomly (at least it can seem random) as a gift. Obviously they have a hobby for starting fires, but their less destructive hobbies include tea parties, scrapbooking, cake decorating, and hanging out with Engie in the workshop just to pass time.

Demo loves gathering the mercs around and telling them ghost stories. If there's a thunderstorm, and the lights go out, he's grabbing the candles and the spookiest voice he can muster. While the man loves his scrumpy, in the past before he just stuck to the good ol reliable stuff, Demo dabbled in the art of mixology, crafting up the most bizarre yet delicious drinks you could think of, but they certainly could pack a punch! He hasn't entirely lost the skill, but most of the time he's too drunk to work a bar with the finesse he once could. There would be a lot of glass shattering.

Heavy is a big time reader. Whenever he has the time to spare, he's pulling out a thick book that no one can identify and digging in. However, he has a remarkable ability that I lack; the ability to remain aware of his surroundings while buried in a book. No matter how invested he is in the literature he's currently consuming, if you call for him he'll drop it and come help. He enjoys spending time with Medic's doves; after their beloved doctor, he's their second favourite person. He also enjoys cooking, something he learned from his mother a great many years ago.

Engineer obviously spends a lot of his free time in the workshop tinkering about, but he also loves to spend time just hanging out with the mercs, who he all considers friends, that Friendly Engie! Whether it's a barbecue, a game of poker, karaoke night, whatever shenanigans the mercs are doing to pass the time between matches, Engie is right there in the center of it, enjoying all the bonding time with his teammates that they can get. He's a major extrovert, and can get on well with just about anyone he meets!

Medic takes his job as a hobby, delighting in reaching into someone's chest cavity and playing God for a bit. He's very passionate about bird care, treating his flock of doves as if they were his children. He also loves music, and has a radio playing in the medbay whenever he can. Medic has a wonderful singing voice, but he rarely sings nowadays, though he used to in his younger years. He also is a surprisingly good dancer, but only Heavy knows about that one.

Sniper loves abandoning the base and going out into the middle of nowhere to just be one with nature and get some peace and quiet. He goes hunting, catches himself some game, cooks it over a fire, spends the night stargazing and listening to nocturnal animal calls. He's the most introverted of the group, and while he does sometimes sit in for poker and other team activities, he's happiest in the great outdoors by his lonesome.

Spy is a connoisseur in fine wines and other elegant alcoholic drinks, taking the time when he can to attend fine dining and wine tasting events. He plays piano, rather impressively well, among his wide set of talents, but unlike many talents that he picked up just for a job, he takes great joy in his musical skills. He also has a fondness for seducing your mother.

[supernovafeather]

No Future?

FO!Poe x Rebel!Reader

Content : enemy to less enemy, quick mention of sexual content (not explicit), only one bed trope and it's cold trope (?), angst.

Summary: Reader and Poe got stranded on an unknown planet and have been forced to cohabitate for several months and wait for a rescue team to help them out.

The cold attempting in vain to bite your skin refused to weaken and your own stubborness started to falter. After over a month spent at hiding in a lone First Order tent in the middle of a perpetual blizzard on this remote planet, you realized how much the microcosm constituting your present life had changed.

“I've known opinionated rebels but you still deserve to be considered as their queen. Congratulations.”

Poe himself wasn't the same anymore and despite his dark uniform that got affected by the frozen bitterness from the outside world a while ago, he could have passed for a tired – and tiresome – Resistance fighter that stranded with his co-pilot. But no, he remained the First Order guy that crashed down just as pathetically as you did. And whether he liked it or not, he didn't have the qualifications to keep on taunting you.

“At least I'm not the one on the verge of losing my hands with some stupid plan.” You spat at him as you watched the man digging on the hard and cold ground in a tent corner.

Over a month in his company in such a tight space could have driven you crazy much sooner. The only thing that managed to keep you sane enough to protect your survival instinct was the surprisingly good entente between the both of you. The dozen of blankets of different sizes you managed to bring back from hasted expeditions conducted in the nearby ghost town also helped a lot, even when it meant you had to cuddle with a sworn enemy every night.

“Here you go, another stupid plan of mine,” he grunted, “tell me when I get clever for a change.”

“I'm only human, I have to talk. I can't keep silent forever.”

“And then you complain whenever I say anything and yet you say something as blank and obvious as the mere fact that you are human.”

Discussions formed a seemingly eternal circle in such an uninteresting environment. The morning would start smoothly in a sleepy and warm atmosphere as you had all the time in the world to wake up properly. Then you would eat some animal hunted the day before and protected by a layer of snow right by the tent entrance as you complimented each other's cooking skills. Then you would complain about each other's cooking skills and how awful those kind of moles would taste like anyway. Then arguments would last for several hours as you tried to figure out a plan.

At last you would fall asleep both on your side of the island of blanket filling a good part of the tent before gathering at the same spot to share some warmth. That, every day without an exception for over a month.

At some point you started to pray a god you didn't even believed in to get a loophole even if that meant your new companion's death. After all he was a First Order pilot that killed countless of your pilots.

“Just shut up for five minutes, or even for the rest of the day,” you replied sourly.

“Then move your ass from there and come help me!”

“There is nothing to reach down there!”

This predicament was certainly starting to affect his sanity as well. For a few days he has had that weird obsession of using an old broken shovel to dig a hole big enough to create some tunnel. He never really explained anything but it seemed to be a matter of expending the living space in this recluded shelter.

“Do you have any idea of the amount of energy you are spending to get that done,” you asked with a sigh, “we are running out of meat and they're getting rarer outside, and you barely progressed.”

“Bad faith.”

Swallowing back the venimous insults that threatened to leave your mouth, you lied back into the blanket as you watched him digging desperately. After two weeks he barely managed to take off enough dirt for the ground to come up to his knee level. Poe's hygiene declined quickly between the sweat and dirt and lack of access to a shower, and fortunately you were starting to get accustomed to that part of him – not that you believed yourself to be in a better condition yourself and maybe he deserved some merit for his tolerance.

Instead of arguing any further, you did shut your mouth but his grunts and muffled swearings were getting seriously on your nerves. Sir Dameron woke up in a bad mood and got obsessed and frustrated even more than usual about his tasks.

“Going outside.”

The metal sound stopped as he watched you put some thick clothes above your own rebel pilot outfit. Two pairs of gloves, three pairs of sockets, a damaged woolen hat and some protective old school pilot glasses on and you were outside, crawling to the area preserved from the blizzard thanks to your two partially disassembled that took the shape of a wall surrounding the southern side exposed to the hostile elements. The noises it created worried you to no end during the first week, but despite the windy scream and the metal parts creaking and trembling you now felt relieved. Finally. Poe shut up.

It created some narrow court behind the grey tent. Cold, sterile if not for the tiny grass growing here and there under the thich layer of snow, but comforting. You gathered some to put it down all over the thent edges so the breeze couldn't infiltrate the gaps. Here you were getting too hot with your clothes but you had no will to go back inside.

You didn't hate Poe. It was quite the opposite actually but living the same thing without anything new to say didn't permit you to enjoy his personality at its full potential. Such a warm soul was surprising for a famous First Order soldier and it hurt. He would be the kind of guy drinking some strong alcohol with his friends while making fun of your brothers and sisters killed in combat befire falling asleep like a drunk baby with a stupid smile on his handsome face, maybe with a gorgeous woman by his side that found him amazing for being himself.

You couldn't believe it. Poe followed you and was now crawling against the ground to get out of the tent in his pants and shirt, his dark hair still wet with perspiration.

“Kriff,” you exclaimed with your arms crossed, “go dig your hole if that's so important to you but stop harassing me!”

“Please help I'm freezing.”

You did as asked because he remained polite, your teeth clenched as you got him back onto his feet. The poor bastard seemed to have been boiling inside and some steam spiraled up from his skin as he grimaced at the temperature difference, his hair covered in melting snow.

“Don't tell me I need to tell you to go back inside to cover yourself,” you growled.

“I saw you were consolidating that stuff so I wanted to help.”

“I don't need help to add snow. I just have to bend over and pick it up. Go back inside you're going to freeze.”

“No. I like quiet places,” he argued.

“Enjoy it then.”

You gave up and walked past the few chaotic layers of metal surrounding the tent and finally you reached your favorite place on this planet. The blizzard died down just enough so the violent twirling winds couldn't blind you completely, and the nigtmarish landscape beneath your eyes deployed its full beauty for you only. Around 9 miles high, the gigantic blueish and whitish cliffs dominated the desolated scenery where nothing could survive apart some resilient and almost unknown viruses you wished to never get infected by. Poe and you got lucky to crash so high and in a concentred spot, at around 8 miles high. Down there you would have died in less than ten minutes. You could distinguish some grass patches under the thick fog. You had no idea of where you were exactly. Gigantic frozen cliffs surrounded that place and the eerie atmosphere now started to freak you out. Maybe Poe wasn't such a bad company. You mourned your rescue a few days ago. No one could get onto that planet safely, and no one could get off of it, especially with no ship.

“Booh.”

The pair of arms snaking around your waist made your heart drop almost at the bottom of the cliff but at least got you rid off your anxiety rising at the view before your eyes. Poe put his own polar clothes on and held tight at you as he talked next to your ear.

“Come back inside, the radar warned of a...”

The sudden silence knocked the air out of your lungs and you followed Poe without complaining. Usually whenever a blizzard died down it was the sign of a bigger one coming, so intense that nature itself had to breathe in shortly to concentrate all its strength on this cursed planet. Breaks only lasted for a couple of minutes.

After a quick run you got to crawl next to each other to get some moles burried deep down, then gather snow to seal the tent entrance completely.

“Here you go, now that's better.” Poe sighed in relief as he lied down on the blankets with his clothes soaked with melting snow. “Now we only have to wait for it to end. Nothing like warm blankets and dubious squishy meat here.”

“It's going to be hard for a few days, there's not much.”

“Not that kind of squishy meat but no problem if you want some.”

It was part of your life now, to laugh at that silly joke while knowing that yes, you were going to have all the time in the world to warm up with him again. You were condemned on that cliff and didn't know how long that would last.

No one told you how long or short forever could be, especially without any hope for a brighter future.

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@queen-of-elves @laura-naruto-fan1998 @thepowerthismanhasoverme @justmasblack

[kikifan21]

Ghost Hunt headcanons

Yasuhara loves dramas and soap operas. He gets really into the plot.

Lin is surprisingly good with babies. Even though he wasn't good with the children at the church when they investigated it for Christmas, for some reason babies love him. They always fall asleep on him or stop crying once they see him.

Masako always loved the ballet Swan Lake. When she was little we wanted to take ballet so she could act it out. With her rising fame, she never got the chance.

John is the second youngest of 5. He has 2 older brothers, 1 older sister, and 1 younger sister.

Ayako is a beast at darts. Monk still can't beat her.

Monk prefers coffee over tea.

Mai hasn't had her hair cut professionally since she started living on her own. Michiru cuts it for her.

Naru is somewhere on the spectrum. Not exactly sure where but he is and he also has inattentive ADHD. He self medicates with tea, which is why Mai is always making it.

Madoka has taken it upon herself to try and teach Naru in the art of wooing a woman (namely Mai). From self help books, to advice columns, to blogs and vlogs, she's used them all to absolutely no success and Naru's utter annoyance.

When Luella met Mai for the first time after her and Naru started dating, Luella didn't like her very much. Not to say that she hated the young psychic, but Luella had already lost one son to Japan, she wasn't willing to lose another. She warmed up to the idea after seeing Naru and Mai interact on a case in England.

Once, Yasuhara took John and Monk to a karaoke bar (even though he couldn't drink yet) got the two of them drunk and has video evidence of them singing Piano Man by Billy Joel.

Masako's mother is her manager. Though, she's not really sure she can call her "mother" anymore.

Lin may be a man of fewer words than Naru, but that doesn't stop him from updating Madoka on the soap opera that is the young manager and his younger assistant's budding romance. (romance being used lightly here lol)

Ayako is a closet anime nerd. Not at the Otaku level but she is a casual fan, never talks about it though.

...

Just some headcanons from Ghost Hunt. A lot of these are from my fics Dangerous Souls and The Haunt Continues. What headcanons for these guys do you have?

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Phantom Boy (5)

When the Doctors Fenton lose their son in a lab accident involving a ghost portal, the distraught parents will do anything to get him back. Even if it means breaking the immutable laws of life and death. But that thing? That’s not their boy.

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Chapter 5: Will to Fight (Read it on AO3)

[No applicable warnings]

When the train re-entered the Ghost Zone, any ghost there immediately ran and hid, but the ghosts aboard shouted out the windows that they were safe, that they'd been freed.

There were scores of parties and celebrations all throughout the Zone in the weeks that followed. Phantom was the guest of honor at so many he lost count. He met hundreds, thousands of ghosts, and even made some new friends.

One of the ghosts he'd saved from the circus, he learned, was an actual ghost princess by the name of Dorathea, who could turn into a dragon, which was pretty stinkin' cool. Her older brother didn't approve of her hanging out with Phantom, for some reason―he got the distinct impression her brother wasn't happy that she'd been rescued at all―but that only made her like him all the more. It wasn't long before she was sneaking out of her castle almost every day to spend time with Phantom and the rest of his friends.

For saving dozens of ghosts from that circus, Phantom had become something of a celebrity in the Ghost Zone, and even weeks later, word was still spreading to the far reaches of the Zone about his feats. The chief of a realm called the Far Frozen came personally to thank Phantom for freeing one of his yetis from Freakshow, and he received letters from leaders and citizens of all sorts of different realms as the ghosts he'd saved started to arrive home safely, thanking him for saving their friends and family members.

It felt good to be a hero.

However, being the center of attention for perhaps the first time in his entire existence was bittersweet. He became hyper-aware of everything he did, terrified of making a mistake and accidentally revealing that he was half human. Even the slightest slip-up could result in him not only losing his friends' trust, but maybe even being driven out of the Ghost Zone entirely. He didn't want to be run out of another home.

He told himself not to linger on his fears. Jazz―his sister, but also not his sister―would have told him to focus on the positives. Like how he thought about her good advice, and not the ache, deep in his chest... in his core when he remembered her apparently telling the Fentons he was against nature. Rather than his fear of being discovered, Phantom decided to spend his time and energy with his friends.

He spent a lot of time in Technus' lab. They were almost finished with the ecto-skeleton, although there were still plenty of bugs to be worked out.

Ember was trying to teach him how to play guitar. He wasn't good at it, but she was a surprisingly patient teacher, and he was enjoying the lessons.

Playing pretend with Youngblood and Skelton was always a fun way to pass the time, and Dora would often join them. Youngblood loved to play the valiant knight, saving the princess by slaying the dragon, with Skelton as his noble steed. Phantom, of course, played the princess. Dora didn't want to, and he wasn't the one who could turn into an actual dragon, anyway.

It was while he was hunting with Skulker, however, that they discovered something that threw the whole Zone into chaos.

In addition to ghost animals and rare game, which he loved to viciously threaten, even though he hardly ever actually hurt his prey, let alone killed it, Skulker was also an occasional artifact hunter. Following clues and outsmarting booby traps wasn't as appealing to him as the thrill of chasing live game. Or... ghost game, anyway.

Sometimes, however, when the mood struck him, or when he caught wind of a particularly interesting ghostly artifact, he would go search for it. Ember would often go on these artifact hunts with him. Skulker thought they made excellent dates, since they were less dangerous and the two of them could work together, unlike his usual hunts, where he would be too focused on his quarry to pay much attention to her. Besides, she didn't care for monster fights.

This time, though, Skulker was only going after the artifact because it was guarded by a ghostly beast called Behemoth, which meant Ember wasn't interested. Not stupid enough to fight the legendary behemoth without at least a spectator, if not possible back-up, Skulker invited Phantom along instead. He was something of a hero now, after all.

Granted, Phantom had absolutely no experience fighting monsters, and honestly hadn't really even properly fought Freakshow, but Skulker didn't seem to care. They were ghosts. That kind of eliminated the fear of death. This was just a way to kill an afternoon and entertain themselves. Worst case scenario for Phantom, as a half-ghost, was that he could end up dying the rest of the way and become a full ghost, which would actually solve his biggest problem at the moment.

At least, that was what he thought.

Until they reached the lair of Behemoth, and the beast was already defeated.

"Behemoth!" Skulker shouted at the beast, who appeared to be moping. "I have come to best you in combat and take your treasure as my own!"

Behemoth licked its wounds pathetically. Upon closer inspection, its body was curled around a splintered wooden chest.

"You're too late," said Behemoth, in a voice like an earthquake, rumbling and indistinct. "I am beaten. My charge, stolen."

"Well, get up, and I will beat you again!" Skulker demanded. "I care not for your Skeleton Key!"

"Wait!" Phantom said, watching the miserable ghost as it nudged the broken chest with a massive paw and moaned like a volcanic eruption.

Skulker had told him that the skeleton key could open any lock in the Infinite Realms. Some may have sought it out for glory, like Skulker himself was, but with an artifact that useful it was entirely likely they had another reason.

"Who did this?" he asked Behemoth. "And why? Do you know?"

"I know not his name, but his purpose I do know," Behemoth rumbled. "He wishes to free the Ghost King, and steal the royal artifacts and thus the throne."

"The Ghost King?" Skulker blustered. "The Realms have no need of a king, and no ghost needs that kind of power either! It's absurd! What could he possibly hope to accomplish by releasing that tyrant? The risk is too high, and the rewards are paltry!"

"He claimed his goal was to extend his rule into the real world, once he becomes king," Behemoth answered dolefully. "He intends to make the human world a part of the Realms, and command humans as he would ghosts."

"What a fool," Skulker sneered. "I didn't come here for stories, Behemoth! Fight me!"

"I have no reason to fight," the beast refused.

"FIGHT!"

"No." Behemoth turned its back on them and curled into a ball with its tail over its eyes.

Skulker growled in frustration but nonetheless turned his back to leave.

"Fine," he snarled. "Come, whelp. There's no sport in hunting a creature without the will to fight."

Phantom spared Behemoth a concerned glance over his shoulder before following Skulker back out of the creature's lair.

"Skulker... should we... warn the others about this?" Phantom asked. "Whoever stole the Skeleton Key is clearly dangerous. We have to stop them from taking over the human world."

"Why?" Skulker asked, sounding genuinely confused. "There's nothing for us to worry about, at least, not unless he fails and we have to deal with Pariah Dark, but he beat Behemoth easily enough, so I'm sure it won't be an issue. His plans for the human world are no concern of ours."

When the two of them returned to their usual corner of the Zone, Phantom tried to warn the other ghosts, too.

"Someone's trying to become the new ghost king so he can take over the human world!"

"So what?" was usually the response. "What do we care?"

"Humans are the worst," Technus scoffed.

"They fear and despise us," Dora told him, very gently, as if explaining an obvious concept to a small child who'd never come across it before. "They treat us like garbage, or worse, like monsters. I say, let them suffer."

"We have no idea what the repercussions will be if this person tries to merge the human world and the Ghost Zone together," Phantom pointed out. "It could have huge consequences!"

"Oh no!" Ember responded mockingly. "Could we all die?"

"I don't know!" he shouted back. "No one knows! That's the problem!"

"Fear of the unknown is a very... human quality." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He frowned.

"You tell me."

Phantom elected to shake his head and ignore her insinuations. "Look, I get it, you guys hate humans, but does that mean they all deserve to fall victim to some mad ghost trying to merge our two worlds into one? What about your families? Some of them are probably still alive. What about your descendants?"

"You're too soft on the humans," Ember sneered at him. "Some savior you are. What's the good in protecting your own kind if you also protect our enemies? You can't have both, Phantom."

He stilled, and tried not to panic. "I don't know what you're talking about," he responded in a measured voice.

She scoffed and scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. "Right, sure you don't. Just remember something, kid. You're either with us or against us. If you choose to help the humans, how can you even call yourself a ghost?"

"I... I am a ghost!" Phantom insisted. "This could have consequences for us, too! Whoever this is wants to release Pariah Dark!"

"Please, no one's that stupid," Technus snorted. "You must have misunderstood."

"Besides, the Ancients separated Pariah Dark from the royal artifacts when they defeated him," Dora pointed out. "Whoever it is can do whatever he wants to the humans, but we ghosts shouldn't have anything to worry about."

Everyone he spoke to had the same response. They either didn't believe him, or they didn't care. In the time he had left, Phantom told everyone he could about what this stranger was planning, to no avail.

All that time he'd spent worrying about their trust, and he now realized he should have been worried about their prejudice. What good was their trust, their faith in him, if they didn't care about what he was saying. They couldn't know―he couldn't tell them―that the people they so reviled were his people, as much as they were. It was like they'd forgotten that they'd all been human too, once.

As much as he wanted to convince them to take action, he also knew it was hopeless. Almost all of them had seen first-hand the awful way humans treated ghosts. He couldn't garner their sympathy for humanity when they had none to give.

Next Chapter

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Conversations over Coffee (Werewolf!Leo Demidov x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Werewolf AU, Modern AU

Pairing: Werewolf!Leo Demidov x Fem Human!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: None

Summary: A cup of coffee or tea has the power to bring people together. No matter their walks of life, there is a powerful magic in the small moment shared over a warm drink.

It was a cup of tea which made Leo decide to put his trust in you.

But it was over a cup of coffee he promised to stay.

Author’s Note: I had to rely on Google translator and do some cross-referencing across sites for the Russian used in this piece. If you see any mistakes, please let me know and I’ll immediately edit it out.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @hecatemoon87 @zablife @vir-tual @alikaheroes @dreamlandcreations @buttercup32sstuff @woofgocows @ilovemanypeople @liliac-dreamer @elijahssuit​

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Not all beginnings are easy, especially when it comes to being placed in an unknown environment. To be fair, I can’t blame him for reacting the way he did. After all, he’d been smuggled into the country after having spent months in a container.

However, I’m glad he’s at least talking now. Well, to me, that is. The staff of the shelter harbouring him and other fugitive Wolves couldn’t get so much as a peep out of him. Don’t misunderstand, they were all the same glad I signed up as supervisor for the WHO’s reintegration program. It is a government-funded program to reintegrate the supernatural into the mundane world without it causing any issues like witch trials and werewolf hunts.   

I remember walking through the narrow hallways and the small rooms, bunk beds on either side with little space in between. The air was stale and musty. People had to almost squeeze past each other to get somewhere. It only made it all the more clear that immigrant housing isn’t a problem which only pertains to humans. 

The staff member at my side, whose accent gave away he’s from Belfast, seemed to become more fidgety the closer we got to the room of the person I asked to be assigned to. 

When we reached it, his breath tapered as he told me to be careful and he’d stand watch. The man I was to meet could be violent in his silence. Fights had frequently broken out, most of them started by others yet always won by Leo. 

Won without getting so much as a small sound out of him.

I stepped into the room, shoulders squared and my chest puffed out with fake bravado. The key to dealing with a Wolf who might still prove to be Feral is to remain calm and collected. Like any other canine, they can smell fear so it’s crucial to have your nerves under control.

Leo sat in the corner of his bed, like a caged animal filled with nothing but distrust. His blue eyes were cold as ice, full lips hardly trying to suppress a scowl. I was to keep my distance. Any kind of provocation would be met with dire action. Fortunately, I had a powerful card to play.

I remained by the door, hands at my side to show I was unarmed. “Leo, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I suppose they’ve told you about me.’’

‘‘I know who you are,’’ he sneered, his surprisingly very good English underlined by the thick accent of his native tongue. ‘‘What do you want?’’

‘‘I understand you don’t trust me. Rightfully so, I wouldn’t either if I were you. But I own a fairly big cottage that feels quite empty, so I could do with some company.”

“So you choose a Russian killer, a former KGB agent?” He bared his teeth, fangs already protruded from his gums. “Vraki. You go back, da, return to your nice cottage and live happy. Loneliness makes person strong, you’ll see.”

“Does it?” I tilted my head, foolishly having decided to start playing with fire. “Because I see a man consumed by it before me and I don’t think it’s made him strong.”

Leo rose to his feet, half-succeeding in letting his muscular and imposing frame intimidate me. Then he leant in, close enough for his breath to ghost over my lips. A whiff of mint and cologne hit my nose. Later, I’d recognize the woody undertone as his aftershave. “I have no time for little girl games.”

“I’m not mucking about.”

“Leave.”

“There’s a lot of open terrain where I live. Lots of nature,” I said when he turned his back on me. In hindsight, I suppose the gesture meant he didn’t see me as a potential source of danger. Otherwise he’d kept his eyes on me while retreating. “You can run around freely.”

Now that caught his attention.

Slowly he turned back, enough to look at me over his shoulder. 

“The Cotswolds is really nice. I live in a kind of remote area, but the people don’t really bat an eyelid when it comes to the supernatural. Okay, well, it still freaks them out, but chances are slim something will happen. No witch hunts, in any case.”

He leant in as before, taking me in. Or, rather, he was assessing me. Measuring how much of a threat I was, trying to find out whether I was bluffing or not. After all, the prospect of open terrain must’ve sounded heavenly compared to his holding cell of a room. “You are a funny woman.”

“How about we discuss things over a cup of tea? I’ll show you around the house, where you’ll have your own room of course. If you like it, I’d very much appreciate it if you stayed. If you don’t, well, who am I to keep you?”

I’ll be honest, I bribed him a little bit by offering him the lightest and largest room at the back of the house which provides a splendid view of the rolling fields stretching into the horizon.

And it worked.

He stayed. 

The sound of the front door opening interrupts the silence, shortly followed by heavy footsteps in the hallway. 

“Leo, that you?” I ask without looking up from the dishwasher. 

“Da!”

“Had a good workout?”

“Mhm.”

“The others still listening?”

“Da, the pups still are very much aware who’s in charge.”

Leo has been working as an instructor at a boxing school for newly turned Wolves. There are a couple of humans among them, but they are in the know about the nature of their fellow boxers. Or they find out about it soon enough after accidentally getting knocked out because their sparring partner isn’t in control of their new strength. 

He likes to stay a little longer to get some practice himself and prepare for the next class. Lately, as confessed over last night’s dinner consisting of the borscht his mother taught him how to make, he’s been thinking about participating in tournaments.

I beckon for him to hand over his water bottle. Leo drinks the last of his protein shake, takes off the cap, and hands both compartments over so I can place them in the dishwasher. “Don’t go too hard on them.”

“Some Russian discipline might do them good. Teach them proper. Makes good fighters.”

“Not everyone’s as hardy as you.”

He grumbles something in Russian about controlling something, likely the beast within. Then he points at the large shoppers on the counters. “Also, next time, da, tell me when you go get groceries. I’ll carry bags.”

I laugh to myself, shut the lid, and put on the program. “How about we go out today?”

“Out?” Leo asks, perking up. Had he been in his Wolf form, his tail would have been wagging. 

Though he keeps up a guard, I can’t help but notice he’s at his happiest when outside. Be it on a walk in the countryside, cruising through it on his motorcycle, tending to the garden or the vegetable patches he’s planted, or even so much as a trip to the big supermarket outside the village, his mood is better than when he’s cooped up inside. Nonetheless, it’s a small victory he’s finally sleeping indoors.

“Yes, I thought it’d be nice to go get coffee in town for a change.” A low rumble resounds from his stomach. “Although, let’s make that lunch.”

“Good idea. I’ll take a quick shower and we go. We can go. Um, da, be right back!” He rushes upstairs, his footsteps soon sounding towards the bathroom.

Even though he’s likely not aware of it himself, I cherish moments like these. When the walls crumble and there is no strict boundary between the man and the beast inside. When he’s carefree, excited by the prospect of going on a walk. 

I start putting away the groceries, mumbling to myself. ‘‘You’re really just a fluffy oversized wolf on the inside, aren’t you?’’

A busy day in the village is incomparable to its urban equivalent. Although, the capital of the Cotswolds, Cirencester, hardly becomes any busier than a quiet day in London or Southampton. All the same, it makes for the ideal ground for those wishing to reintegrate and connect with people because it allows them to adjust slowly without being surrounded by a sea of potential triggers.

After parking the car, Leo driving as per usual, we casually walk towards the centre of Baron’s End. The white cobbled market plaza forms the beating heart of the town. On Wednesdays and Fridays, the local farmers sell their produce. On Saturdays, there is a small fabric market. Once in a season, though, an antique flea market takes place here. Yet, even when there’s nothing going on, it still forms the essential link that connects the villagers with each other.

I notice Leo is sticking closer to me than usual, enough so for his fingers to brush past mine. Either he doesn’t notice or willfully ignores it because when I look up, his eyes are trained on something in the distance.

The same thing happened last week while we were out doing groceries. Whereas normally one of us has the cart and the other wanders around, picking up items off of the list or at random, he was adamant we had plenty of time so we could browse together at leisure. There’s also been a recent development in our habit of sitting together by the fire after dinner to read and drink tea. We each used to sit on either end of the sofa, a gap between us. However, Leo now tends to sit directly next to me. I don’t have the courage yet to lean on him when he does, too afraid of the repercussions. After all, we’ve only known each other for around four months, our bond still fragile.

We strike down at a little café in a former cottage. The interior is rustic and simple, dark wood mingled with vintage items and small plants. Here and there, there’s a pop of pastel pink or blue in the form of a print or flower. Bright sunlight streams in through the French windows of the sun room.

The bell above the door tinkles softly as we enter. Leo holds it open while gesturing for me to go in first. Though it happens less frequently now, he still draws more than one pair of eyes to him. And not all of them are appreciative, especially when they hear him speak. “Go find seat. I’ll order. Cappuccino, da?”

But it are the female gazes that are more than appreciative, including the young barista’s, which occasionally make me not want to be out with him at all. It’s odd, but recently I’ve found myself unusually annoyed with them. Moreover, they make my stomach roil and reluctant to leave his side in a way that goes beyond the role assigned to me by the WHO.

Nonetheless, I have to let him do these things. Not just to improve his English, which has improved greatly over these past four months and is likely in part to blame on the many books he reads in the library and in bed. Many a time I’ve seen the light still on in the dead of night, his door cracked open just enough to show him immersed in whatever novel he picked from the pile on his bedside table that night. But I also have to let him so he’ll find his own way.

Without me. 

I nod.

“See? I know what you like. Go find spot to sit. Be right there.” He tilts his head when I don’t move, fists clenched at my sides and my gaze averted to the ground. “Y/N, what is wrong?”

“Nothing,” I let out the breath I’d been holding and force myself to look at him, making sure to first blink away the tears. “Guess I’m still a bit tired. Didn’t sleep all too well last night.”

He grabs my wrist when I turn around. His big fingers are warm, their grip iron-like. Protective even to the point it hurts. “Malen’kiy-’’

Leo lets go the moment I snap my head back to throw him a glance over my shoulder. He’s never touched me before.

Realising the same thing, he opens and closes his mouth. Neither in his native tongue nor his second do words come, so he settles for a sigh and gestures helplessly to the tables off on the side. “Go sit.”

We’re in luck because I manage to capture a seat by one of the windows overlooking the plaza in the sun room. I watch him order, my jaw clenched thanks to the doe eyes the barista gives him. However, she quickly pales at something he says as he points behind him and nods frantically in response.

I sit up a bit, my interest piqued by the strange display.

What did you tell her? It didn’t look like the Wolf came out, but she looks awfully spooked. Should I interfere or won’t that be necessary? Also, what were you pointing at?

There is no time to check out what’s going on because, after doubting for a moment too long, Leo has already arrived at the table. Gently and with care, he serves me the cappuccino. “That’s one for you, malen’kiy. It’s on me.”

Scrambling to regain my composure, I try to keep my voice devoid of the curiosity gnawing at me. “Really, it’s no trouble to-’’

He sits down and holds up his hand. “It’s fine. I recently got paid.”

“Thank you, Leo.”

His features soften as a rare warmth illuminates his eyes. “You are very welcome.”

“By the way, what does it mean?”

“What?”

“What you called me. Ma- Male…”

“Malen’kiy?”

“Yes.”

“It means little one. And since you’re, um, well,” a rosy flush creeps into his cheeks and to hide it he hides behind his cup, taking a big sip of the black coffee, “it- it suits you.”

He isn’t wrong there, being a head taller. But his reaction is telling of the fact that more goes on beneath the surface of the uncharacteristically clumsy argument. There is a reason for the nickname, but he won’t divulge it to me yet.

Nevertheless, perhaps to save us from our mutual discomfort, I clear my throat and take a sip of the soft, foamy coffee in my hands. ‘‘Can I ask you something?’’

‘‘You are full of questions today.’’ He grows still as he takes me in, trying to discover why I’m crossing the apparent maximum of one question a day. Leo doesn’t like talking, especially about himself. Fortunately, I have luck on my side today. ‘‘Go on.’’

I nod at the barista, who’s gotten some colour in her skin again. ‘‘What did you say to her? She looked mortified when you two were talking.’’

He throws a glance to the side before gazing down into his cup, head bowed. A few stray dark brown locks dangle in front of his eyes. ‘‘Hm.’’

‘‘Leo?’’

‘‘I set boundary. Boundaries are good. Keep things in place.’’ Sullen, he takes a sip of his coffee. ‘‘Where they should be. Protects them.’’

The sternness in his voice forms a clue that I won’t get more than this out of him. Evidently, the conversation on this subject is over.

To save us from the discomfort of the violent silence between us, I change the topic to a more business-like one. “So, we’ve been living together for a few months now. How are you liking it?”

“Good. It’s good.” He takes a sip of his drink and nods in appreciation, making it hard to know whether he means the coffee or living together.

“I notice your insomnia has gotten less.” Nowadays, I don’t catch him as often reading in front of the hearth of the library we built together or, if the skies are clear, watching the stars in the sun room. At least he’s staying indoors now rather than wandering off across the meadows or sitting in the middle of them until morning.

“That is true. I sleep better now.”

“Do you think you could be happy here?”

He purses his lips in contemplation. “I think so, da. I owe you a lot and I am grateful for your help.”

“You’ve grown a lot since we met. I’m glad we’re talking now.”

His response catches me off guard. “I am too.”

“Leo… I’ve been thinking. I suppose it’s inevitable, but, how to phrase this, have-’’ the words catch in my throat, too afraid and jumbled to come out. I tap my fingers against the side of my cup.

He puts his down and places a warm hand over my wrist. “Remember what you told me. Breathe. Take your time, but breathe.”

I take a few deep breaths yet do not have the courage to meet his gaze, to see the strange tenderness that’s taken root in the ice. “Have you maybe thought about moving out at some point? Live on your own?”

“And leave you, my friend, my companion, my m-’’ he clears his throat, cheeks tinged with a rosy flush. “No, I stay. The house is very big and you’ll be very lonely. And loneliness is not good. It breaks you.”

“That it does.”

“I’ve seen you change too. You’ve become, how to say, radiant. More life, no, lively.”

I blink, surprised by his observation. “Have I?”

“Da,’’ he answers resolutely. ‘‘You have. It’s good to see. Very nice.’’

“Leo?”

“Hm?”

“Stay for as long as you like.”

Preferably forever. 

“I will.”

[senstrike]

terry , "Whaddya think this bastard's last thoughts were when he saw me comin'? Y'think he had a little family?" Cheshire grin broadening with an overabundant flash of teeth, Terry's arms strain to raise up with an amused grunt, holding the hefty rug above his head as probing line of vision pointedly peers right into a lifeless pair of amber eyes (as if they held some sort of secret pertaining to vim and vigour from the depths of the animal kingdom). The tiger skin is expectantly heavy but surprisingly warm to the touch, the man having been unable to stop his fingertips dragging through the thick pelt when first procuring it, a far cry from the bloody mess in the aftermath of a penetrative bullet aimed right for the heart. A part of the brunet had considered keeping the damn thing for himself after all the tracking their troupe had to carry out to pin it down, a nigh extinct variant of the feline that was a hit with poachers and wild game hunters alike. But no, this magnificent beast would have to be for his Johnny alone - a sign of unspoken devotion whose potency was as comparable as the garishness of the obnoxiously over the top gift.

FEBRUARY 14TH.

it’ll look absurdly out of place in his crummy reseda apartment ( one bedroom and a toilet that takes the day off from flushing every other thursday ), but he guesses it’ll – he’ll – be in good company with the versace bathrobe and the shelf of cologne whose names are unfamiliar and which and will never get through, and the gold-wrapped cigars ( seriously ). john’d protested what he felt was an adequate amount to save his pride ( you didn’t have to do that has become as much as refrain of their friendship as no mercy ), and now @opponentcompel sits with their beast looking so very proud while john fixes them both drinks — another whiskey he’d never heard of till it appeared one day in his drinks cabinet / cereal cupboard.

‘sure,’ he says. ‘i bet they tell each other stories about the terror that stalked ‘em all through the night. they know we’re the apex predator.’ ( we: man, we: you and i. ) he stalks to the back of the couch, putting their glasses upon the side table and his arms around terry in much the same way terry’s holding the tiger: possessive, a hunter who’s finally ensnared his prey. but he doesn’t attack – he rests his chin on his friend’s shoulder, lips ghosting the shell of his ear. ( the beast stares at them both. he better get used to seeing this. ) johnny speaks with an echo of the poor kid he was, and the pride of the man he is, and a playfulness that these days seems only to belong to the times when he’s with terry. ‘terry, i feel just awful. on my last multi-million dollar international hunting expedition, i didn’t get you anything.’

[aviandtheseals]

The Rowntrees Ultimate Decades Challenge - 1367

Content warning death mention per usual :(

In the year 1367 different members of the family became more independent.

Now that Finnian was 14, he could start becoming a full-time farmer like other peasant men in the village. Since Finnian didn't have any older male relatives, Gilbert took his late wife's brother under his wing. The Hedgecock and Rowntree families stayed close even after Sarah's death because there wasn't anyone else in the village for them to rely on. Finnian enjoyed being outside, but caring for crops felt repetitive and he was bored easily.

However, he did enjoy learning to hunt with Gilbert. He loved the high-stakes feeling of tracking animals, and always practiced shooting arrows in his limited free time.

Even though Finnian was easily frustrated with farming, Gilbert wasn't worried. He assumed Finnian would grow out of his childish impatience, and he was glad to mentor a young man. Gilbert knew how important Sarah's family was to her, and he wanted to help them as much as possible.

Mentoring Finnian in farming also helped Gilbert keep his mind off the troubles of his own family. In the winter of 1367 GIlbert "Gil" Jr. became ill and died. So soon after the death of his wife and baby daughter, this death depressed Gilbert.

Gilbert also worried about his one surviving daughter Sabina, who aged up to a toddler. Sabina and her twin Marie were born small and weak, and Sabina was expected to die soon after her sister. Although Sabina surprisingly survived the first few years of her life, she was still sickly. Gilbert couldn't bear the thought of his only surviving family member besides his sister dying.

Meanwhile, Jacquette still missed her dead sister Ursula and kept getting up at night to talk to her ghost. During the day Jacquette was a quiet kid who was usually alone while Finnian and Kymmie were working.

She still talked to her family but was becoming more isolated. Her main conversation partners were the chickens. Kymmie and Finnian were too busy with their own lives and work to worry about what little Jacquette was up to.

Finnian became busier in the spring of 1367 when he helped Gilbert deliver goods to the nobles' castle. Finnian spotted a beautiful flower on the castle's grounds and even though he knew it was not allowed, he sneaked to go pick it for Jacquette and Kymmie.

Unfortunately, Finnian wasn't alone. He was caught by a girl about his age dressed in expensive clothing. Finnian assumed she was one of the nobles, but he'd never seen her before. Regardless, he was terrified of getting in trouble and tried to make up some excuse. The girl was unbothered. She introduced herself as Regina Keating, a cousin of the local nobles, and she thought it would be cool to get up to some flower-stealing mischief.

Finnian and Regina quickly got to talking. She was permanently living with her cousins, turns out, because her father and brothers went to fight in the war. At first Finnian was weirded out by her joking and mischievous nature, but he quickly fell for her charm and humor.

One thing led to another and soon Finnian was making up excuses to go and visit Regina. Finnian liked talking to her. She was witty and knowledgeable, telling him tales of wars and heroes and far-away seas. He also enjoyed the thrill of stolen moments alone, the excitement of this wealthy girl being all his.

Finnian also started sneaking out at night to talk to her. They were both young and imaginative and passionate. When they were together, time stopped. They were in their own joyful bubble. Finnian and Regina were very aware of the class differences between them and that they could never get married. They started talking about running away together. They knew in the back of their minds that wasn't possible, but it was still nice to imagine.

These nightly adventures made Finnian happy, but they also weighed heavy on his heart. Maybe it was silly, but Finnian really wanted to find true love. He was torn between his dreams of a fairytale love story and the very real society that would never let him marry Regina. How long could he keep living like this?

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Sorry this post was somewhat late, I'm taking an online class so I will probably start posting less frequently, but I do have some cool storylines brewing up that I'm super excited for!

[swiftfootedachilles]

I love the Ghost Hunters AU and I really want more of Salem. Especially Salem with the Milkovich siblings.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you. ive always wanted a black cat named either princess or salem and i thought it would make sense since its a ghost hunter au (even tho i skipped over all the ghost stuff so my post wasnt a million words long) with terry not around i feel like the milkoviches would love playing with animals. Salem is a very adventurous, people-loving cat! you know, the kind of cat people say were a dog in their past life. of course she loves the gallaghers too! even carl makes a point to be nice to her (after, when she was a kitten, ian beat him up for making a joke) but the milkoviches dont really get to show affection ever, so they love getting to play with her and scratch her lil belly and give her treats they stole from the pet store. they all adore her but ofc after ian and mickey get together and he comes over to the gallaghers a shitton, mickey becomes her 2nd dad. he goes to the top of her favorite people list. nobody else plays with her the way he does! hes not afraid to get a little rough, but he knows whats signs to look out for when a cat is not playing/irritated. shes still young and she loves playing!! imagine toddlers who like getting thrown around because its fun, shes like that. she gets kicked out and put in a different room when they fuck, and she uses this time to get in as much trouble as possible, knock shit over, and annoy anyone else in the house. ALSO she LOVES liam!! they literally grow up together and fiona teaches him how to treat animals so by the time hes like 5, she moves from sleeping with ian to sleeping with liam

i imagined ian and mandy meeting at the same time, so when salem is 2 that would be s3 ish. when he first found her, ian had just started his job and scrounged up every penny he could find to take her to a low cost clinic to get spayed and vaxxed. other than being skinny and dehydrated (and ofc separated from her mom as a kitten) she was in surprisingly good shape! now shes so used to being spoiled by everyone! ian LOVES taking care of others and being of service so he really found a home in Salem, treating her like his kid and giving her the best life possible. i definitely think once he gets diagnosed with BD, he pays (with mostly mickeys money lbr) for her to be his emotional support animal and takes her to as many pet friendly places at possible!

like i said she becomes kinda the mascot of the ghost hunting youtube channel they eventually start. its not something they see as a career or anything, they do it as a hobby, but they gain decent attraction and make extra money on the side from ads and a few brand deals. ofc Salem is the reason everyone watches the channel 🙄 she's in pretty much every video, and they chose her as their icon bc 1. black cat spooky duh 2. she brought them together 🥺 3. she really does show up A LOT in videos, especially when they're not urban exploring/hunting and at home recording the historical backgrounds and debriefings for each location. also yes they do urban exploring as well, thats mainly mickey and mickey and whatever milkovich wants to tag along and graffiti an abandoned building. imagine a combination of The Watcher and Dan Bell (omfg now im imagining them doing Another Dirty Room???? 😭 they would be so offended at paying money for rooms worse than their own back in the southside) but with less production value

ok omg i wrote so much im gonna stop now before i go off the rails again. how did i fall in love with this random ass au from a trope generator. reminder that i accidentally deleted the og post so it wont turn up in searches unless youre on my blog or the blog of anyone else who rbed it :)

[writersbloxx]

Haunted House Part 2

Prompt: Good news; That ‘haunted house’ you just snuck into to hunt ghosts? It’s definitely haunted! You have a very talkative ghost right in front of you! Bad news; the ghost only died about 1 hour ago, and the killer is still in the building. You can’t find the exit.

Part 1 

!TW!: Blood

As soon as I step through the window, the urge to walk right back out overwhelms me. The heat in the house is even more unbearable than outside. Despite the lack of curtains and the intensity of the sun, the room is extremely dark. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, turning on its flashlight. 

I'm in a bedroom. It looks like a little kid lived here. A small twin bed sits to my left, neatly made with various stuffed animals resting against the pillows. There are bookshelves lining the wall above the headboard with titles I recognize from my own childhood. The bright, flowery wallpaper looks as good as new, and even the small light fixture above my head has failed to collect dust.

 A large fluffy carpet is splayed across the dark hardwood floors, muffling my steps. In contrast to the rest of the room, I notice large dirty splotches stark against the color of the carpet. Footprints. The hair at the back of my neck seems to stand as I’m filled with a feeling of vague unease while leaning down to take in the reddish brown prints. Well, it would make sense for there to be footprints here. I tell myself. I ignore the nervous pinch in my chest, as well as the budding question in my head about where around here this person could’ve been for their prints to be that hue. 

Against my better judgment, I groggily advance towards the doorway to see that the rest of the house is just as dark, and just as hot. Like the exterior, the inside of the house is surprisingly normal- considering its abandonment. No mold, creaky floorboards, or broken glass littering the seemingly swept carpets. 

I slowly make my way through the hall, peeking into neighboring bedrooms as I move towards what seems like a living room. It surprised me that so much of the house’s furnishings were left behind. As if the family here just wordlessly disappeared. There’s a white rug matching the lush throw pillows decorating the old couches. It’s peppered with identical footprints to the ones I saw in the bedroom. 

I start to feel the same apprehension as before and resolve to move on to the kitchen. 

But someone is here. Because I hear noises. I hear a voice. 

As soon as I step onto the dull tile floor, the room reverberates with agonized groans and whines. The tormented cries are broken with aching sobs. The voice seems to bounce off the walls, growing louder. I can feel the sound in my bones. My insides rattle, making me feel nauseous. A ghost. 

As suddenly as they started, the suffering screams came to an abrupt stop. At that moment, something, or someone jumps out at me and I fall back, startled. I prop myself up on my forearms, still on the floor as I quickly scan the room in front of me. An ice cold chill runs up my spine and I whip my head around to face what looks like a girl, but not quite. 

She looks unreal, like a vague apparition. As if she’d been constructed by my mind, but only halfway. Her eyes are colorless and small. Her face looks flat and is missing any definitive angles and curves. Yet, she looks familiar. 

Her mouth doesn't open but I hear her again. She's talkative but not very helpful and sounds delirious. The kitchen shakes with more miserable groans, her form spasms with the weight of her sorrow. Or is it fear? 

I try to speak, to ask her what’s happening, what she's trying to say, but I get the feeling she doesn't know. I can only catch a few accessible snippets in her rambling.

“Leave”. Oh that's no good. Her sound intensifies and the windows looking out onto the yard shatter. 

“Still here”. Is that what she just said? The tiles creak and rattle, and an unbearable screeching erupts from the refrigerator and other appliances. 

“Too late”. Oh hell no. I rise to my feet and quickly make my way through the house, back the way I came. But something's off. I came from the living room, why am I in a hall right now? I start back for the kitchen- where I think the kitchen is. Where’d this staircase come from? Am I lost? This is all wrong. My chest heaves and darkness stains the corners of my vision. The heat really doesn’t help; I feel like I forgot how to breathe. I’m lost.

I could have sworn I took a right here… or was it a left? I continue to wander when something catches me from the corner of  my eye. 

I’m standing in yet another hallway that I don’t recognize. From underneath the closet door at the end of the hallway, there is a pool of blood. It’s unmistakable. Thick, sappy blood is spilling through the gap at the bottom of the door frame. I feel my body move towards the door on its own as my brain screams for me to run the other way.

I kneel down in the puddle, praying my suspicions are wrong. It’s warm. Somehow finding the courage to move, I reach for the door handle, my hand shaking as I thoughtlessly pull the door open. I step in the closet and the heavy door swings shut behind me. There’s a body. It’s her. Her face looks more fleshed out, brown horrified eyes and pink slack jawed lips. 

But this isn’t right. She’s not stiff, or pale, or cold, or overrun with maggots. I would have assumed she was asleep if it weren't for the gash set deep across her abdomen. The dots connect. Her words echo in my head.

 “Leave”. The body is warm. 

“Still here”. The window I came from was open. 

“Too late”. The prints on the carpets.

She was killed. I'm lost. A killer was here.

 “Too late”. The killer is here. I hear a slow creak as the closet door opens behind me.

[tastydregs]

A Massive Project Is Helping Scientists Unravel the Genetic Secrets of Mammals

In expansive new research out this week, scientists around the world have started to unravel the genetic secrets behind one of nature’s greatest success stories: mammals. They’ve catalogued and compared the genomes of more than 200 mammal species, including elephants, bats, and humans. Among other things, their findings should help us understand the origins of certain mammalian traits, as well as which species are most at risk of extinction in the future.

A Mononykus Hunts In ‘Prehistoric Planet’

Mammals aren’t the longest-lasting group of animals on Earth (that honor might belong to sea sponges), nor are we the most plentiful (by combined biomass alone, insects reign supreme there). But we might be one of the pluckiest.

The first mammal-like animals are thought to have emerged 200 million or so years ago, right as dinosaurs and their relatives became the world’s dominant land-dwelling vertebrates. Contrary to popular belief, early mammals did seem to thrive and diversify during this era. But it was the K–Pg extinction event 66 million years ago—likely the result of a giant asteroid impact—that really skyrocketed mammals to the top. Our surviving ancestors took advantage of the power vacuum left behind and gave rise to a wide variety of creatures that have occupied and often conquered just about every niche across the globe. Of course, humans are one of these many species, but we’re actually pretty late to the party, with the first human-like primates only thought to have arrived a few million years ago.

There’s still so much that we don’t understand about the journey that mammals took to get where we are today. That’s why scientists and research organizations decided to embark on a massive collaborative effort, known as the Zoonomia project. The name is a reference to the term coined by Erasmus Darwin, an 18th century English physician, philosopher, and grandfather to Charles Darwin, who set the foundation for the study of evolution. The project is being led by researchers from the Broad Institute at MIT and Harvard, but it has involved the help of more than 150 people.

“Humans are very good at studying humans. And we know an awful lot about humans,” said Elinor Karlsson, one of the project’s leaders and director of the Vertebrate Genomics Group at Broad, in a press conference about the findings. “But when you get out into a lot of other species, we just know surprisingly little about them and what they can do.”

Zoonomia is being billed as the largest resource of mammalian genomes of its kind in the world, with 240 non-human ones collected overall. Some of these were sourced from existing data, but the researchers newly sequenced the genomes of around 130 species and upgraded the genomic data available for a few others. Included in this list are animals like the African savanna elephant, the ghost-faced bat, the jaguar, the Brazilian guinea pig, the Yangtze River dolphin, and the domestic dog. These animals only cover around 4% of all mammalian species, but they should represent about 80% of mammal families in general; they also include over 50 endangered species.

The Zoonomia team didn’t just collect these genomes but also compared them to one another, in hopes of finding important similarities and differences scattered throughout the mammal tree of life. This week, the group has released the initial wave of papers based on these comparisons—11 in total, all published in the journal Science.

The studies cover lots of ground. One paper appears to show that roughly 10% of the human genome is highly conserved across many other mammal species, meaning that these regions have barely changed over time. These genes, which seem to mostly affect embryonic development and how RNA is expressed, are likely very key to mammals as a whole. The same team also found genes that appear to partly influence traits commonly found in mammals, such as larger brains and a great sense of smell, as well as traits found in only some mammals, like hibernation.

One study might help researchers pinpoint genetic mutations that could raise people’s risk of diseases like cancer. Another provides more support that mammals were diversifying even before the dinosaurs became extinct. Another looked at the genetics of Balto—the famous sled dog who helped save an Alaskan town from a diptheria outbreak in the 1920s—to find clues on how dogs of his time were able to survive their harsh environment.

One paper in particular suggests that we can use these genomes to predict which mammals are most likely to die out, based on factors like their expected population size thousands of years ago. These genomic assessments should be relatively cheap to conduct and could then help inform conservation efforts.

“Tens of thousands of species are at risk of extinction. Identifying those in most urgent need of conservation is often a long and costly process, and delays can further erode the prospects for survival of species on the brink of extinction,” co-lead author Aryn Wilder, a conservation geneticist at the San Diego Zoo Wildlife Alliance, told Gizmodo in an email. “Our work suggests that a genome sequence, even if from only one individual, can provide information to gauge extinction risk, which is especially useful for the >20,000 species considered to be ‘Data Deficient’ by the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN).”

The initial lessons learned from the Zoonomia project will pay off in many different ways, the researchers say, for both humans and other mammals. And the sheer amount of data collected by the team will undoubtedly be used by scientists for years to come. It’s also likely that others will create similar genome projects that cover other broad groups of animals, aided by newer technologies that can provide more precise genetic data.

There is one major area of disappointment for the team, though.

“There’s one species we’re missing in there that will annoy me to no end, which is just the raccoon,” Karlsson said. “Like for some reason, we couldn’t get a raccoon DNA sample. And it was just like, how was that the one we’re missing?”

[archiarthur]

UT/UF/US Sans x Male/Masculine Streamer Reader

Quick things to clear out

- this is my frist time writing multiple headcanons, for multiple characters at once

- I couldn't think of any multiplayer horror game that I know pretty good, other than phasmophobia. All that stuff I know from watching others, and ngl, memory lmao.

- I haven't written for UF and US Sans before, so don't kill me. This is how I see them.

-US Sans ain't a baby

- let US Sans say fuck sometimes ✨

UT Sans

- So you're a steamer? Good for you.

- Don't worry if he's over in your house and you're playing, afraid to wake his lazy ass up by yelling without realising. He can even sleep off a hurricane.

- Kinda jealous, beacuse you can sit down, play, have fun and get some money.

- Definitely showed up on your streams, at least once, in the backround. Maybe said "Hey" to chat too once or twice.

- You have to deal with your fans then spamming chat with,, who dis,, or ,, SANS,, or overused joke,, So cool,,

- Context to the last one is: when you were explaining the game on your stream, to both him and your chat, everytime you finished a sentence he said, so cool.

- Don't forget puns, he taught them some

- Chat remembers everything, this is your curse now.

- Sans definitely stream snipped you at least multiple times. For example, you play animal crossing? He knows your island code? Broom Broom mf, somone is coming to your island to steal your coconuts or something.

- BTW his island is lazy, except memes on the floor too

- Surprisingly good in shooting games but not a pro.

- Playing a puzzle game? *cracks knuckles * let me tell you an answer, casually, to ruin your fun or not. I love you too babe <3

- In all seriousness, as much as he likes to play around with you, he's chill he's most of the times in the backround not visibale, vibing.

- Sometimes comments on your stream even, even when he's next to you.

Now to inviting him to play a horror game with you

- At first politely refusing, saying he doesn't want to ruin your fun. But he caved after you said he's allowed to make as many puns as you like

- You almost regretted your life choices after telling both chat and him how to play phasmophobia. Beacuse this cheeky adorable bastard said,, so cool,, in the end.

- Chat both hated it and loved it.

- At first it was still explaining him some stuff here and there. It was chill and even kinda funny. What did you except, its Sans he is a man that tickles the funny bones.

-Yes he did that joke, he told you to see the bone, asked you if it does look funny to you and tickled it.

Now depends what type are you, you either threw something in his direction or started laughing. Or both /neither.

- The hunt is what got him woken up. Have you ever seen Sans choke on his words and get awaken from his sloth mood? Now you have.

- You were sitting safely behind a door, or something, watching him lose control over his character lmao.

- In the same round when Sans calmed down (a little -) you decided to troll him a tiny bit. Since he's still new, you can.

- You got the beating heart sound ready, your throat, you waited till he didn't had his flashlight on, and then decided to turn the lights off and pretend it's a hunt.

- Sans YELLED only to then a second later realise its you. He was laughing his ass off, congrats king, you did all that to scare him 👑

- Hey did you know that when you die as a ghost you can throw shit? You knew : ) or at least now you know BUT SHH.

- He was a little nervous because you're dead, and he's left alone to figure out what type of ghost it is.

- Nearly broke his back by jumping when you threw something in front of his face. He wasn't ready, it was quiet OK?.

,, ASGOR-OW,,

,, *silent wheeze cuz u dead *,,

,, You slick bastard *chuckle*,,

- Sans was actually really good at analysing ghost and the game. Quickly casually playing after a few rounds.

- Aw you had your fun :c

- Sans isn't mad or anything at you, he actually found that pretty funny, and that he deserved it. Still, he won't forget it.

- Don't except him to be more present on your streams tho. You two do it alone as a thing to spend time together because you got him interested.

- Good luck trying to make him play again on stream. It's not like he doesn't like it,but he just prefers it when it's you two alone, maybe one of your friends coming along, sharing laughs, open.

UF Sans

- *plays guitar * you're in their bed, I'm in their twitch chat

- This man is a streamer too, or at least a sweaty gamer that likes to show off sometimes, bonus points if you two met through streaming/gaming

- He's your numer 1 fan but also a #1 pain in the ass

- What's this? A donation? Show yourself shirtless? From Coccyx_Kicker69 ?... Sans you gay ass mf

- If he's at your place you can hear him laughing from another room after you read that. No matter what's your reaction.

- Babe, watch this, this one's for you *misses the trick shot*

- He's still good watch out

- He's sweaty, but won't say no to a small chilling game session, together after a long day

- Chat knows you two are dating/have a thing, won't shut up about it when one is mentioned.

- Your chat loves Sans, his chat loves you.

- You yell while playing? Well you got yourself a competition my friend.

- After a hard match, if you'd massage his shoulders, he's bliss. Couldn't ask for a better boy(bone) friend, you're the best.

- Definitely does puns to fuck with your chat sometimes, or when the opportunity is just golden.

- If you think this man swears like a sailor before, wait till you hear him play when frustrated.

- If you need help with your game he will tease the hell out of you, but will do it...eventually. Don't be surprised if he wants something in return tho ;D

- Definitely drinks stuff like Gfuel, MountainDew and Monster. Also eats Doritos? Why? He thoguhts its funny but then it stopped being a joke.

Now to inviting him to play a horror game with you

- Fuck yeah, collab stream maybe 👁?

- Isn't experienced in horror very much, but knows his stuff

- This man lived in the underground. He's form Underfell universe I don't think you can make him jump so easily. Or at least without getting something hit.

- Played around while you explained the rules in the backround

- If y'all or he is on VR... Bro you know he slapped your ass

- Definitely tried to glitch in the lobby out of boredom or just because

- He was feeling a little off by having to play in a hunted house, especially if it happens to have not working lights at first

- He panicked at the hunt mostly because there's a ghost running after him, and doesn't want to die and it's first time, let's be honest

- All you can get is a jump or a yell, one or two. But damn is it worth it

- He once thoguht you were a ghost and it was dark af. Almost broke his equipment.

- I like to think when he's nervous you can catch him sing dump shit like,, IIIIIIM GONNA DIE 🎶,, under his nose

- If you both hiding in the same place during a hunt he'd try to make you laugh.

- Little rat tells the ghost to get you insted, because you actually have a juicy ass and all, unlike him,when he's being chased.

- Laughs 'sorry babe" when you do actually die lmao. You're allowed to throw shit at him.

- Curses like a sailor ™

- If he's living with Papyrus or he's over. If you're lucky you can hear him laughing his ass off. Hearing his bro scared, especially because of you, puts him in a good mood.

- Hear him groan to death when you both die or get the wrong ghost

" IT WAS A JINN? UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH"

"babe-"

"FUCK"

- In general pretty good and fun to play with.

- 10/10 would definitely want to play with you again... Unless he had a rough game, and he's a little salty, then give him some time, he has to rest for a bit.

US Sans

(y'all gonna be disappointed by this one, I'm shit at it)

- Tbh kinda a gamer too. But his favourites are detective, puzzle ones.

- You're a steamer? That's so cool!

- Definitely shows up in your streams, not bothered. Says hi to chat everytime : D

- Man's loud so be aware that chat might hear him in another room, lmao, he's trying to not interrupt you

-,, YES DEAR KICK THEIR ASS,, type of man when you're playing against somone

- Sometimes just likes to watch you talk and play, focused on the screen : )

- Asks a lot of question when you're introducing him to a new game but respectfully listens. Pls be patient

- GOD may protect you if you're playing with him and Papyrus they're just arguing like the siblings they are 24/7 skworootpy

- Papyrus will try to fuck him over for funnsies which will cause a circle

- Speaking of, yeah this man's a gremlin, he will tease you so hard sometimes.

- Either playing or in real life, can't escape.

- Imagine talking and Bonestrule on kazoo plays in the backround, which stops everytime you stop

- *Sans comes in the room *

,, What are you wearing,,

* Sans wearing a shirt with an arrow that says goofy or cheesy shit like "I'm with my datemate" *

,, A shirt ✨,,

- Supportive boyfriend all the way

- You need words of encouragement after losing or not knowing how to solve something? WEWOWEWO SUPPORT AMBULANCE

- Will massage your shoulders when you're tense, doesn't care if you're steaming or not

- also yes he does introduce himself as magnificent Sans, but he also always calls you words like : gorgeous, amazing, magnificent, great etc. before speaking your name

- If there's a rude person on your chat he'd immediately spot them and scold them like a parent. But if they're still a meanie he's not so nice -

- He does swear, but doesn't like to very much. But definitely made family friendly curses on your stream to frustrate the audience lmao.

- Isn't afraid to do goffy shit on your stream unlike others. Like dress up for hallowen, do each other make up (Yes on him too), do Q&A etc.

- If you don't want him to be a part of your streams he understands that and tries to do something useful or have a hobby while to stream

- Imagine hearing fuck in the backround that's muffled because he's in another room playing jenga lmao

- Supports you, and if you have merch, wears it like he used with his armor back in the underground, he's damn proud of you

- Isn't afraid to recommend you to somone even if that gets you flustered, but if it makes you upset he'd stop

- Ah forgot to say,yeah this man definitely had his rage gaming moments but only of its really frustrating, he ain't a hot head

- Maybe off topic but don't let him drink a Monster, he'd vibrate like crazy

- Speaking of Monster. He'd want you to eat healthy!! So no crazy amount of MountainDew or Doritos. (ik stereotypical but you got the idea) Except some fruits or/and vegetables in a bowl and some water brought by him.

- Oh you're hungry but you still have an hour left to stream and don't want to leave because you have to do something? Don't worry baby here have a sandwich!

- Again, I'm gonna say it. Cares for your health and wants your eyes to be well. So he'd be asking you to stop the stream respectfully to get some rest after too much hours or playing

Now to inviting him to play a horror game with you

- Always happy to play with you! So there wasn't a problem inviting him. No matter the game, he's happy

- Respectfully listens but he does gets lost there and there which you can see and you have to explain to him again. Have time for him pls.

- He definitely says he will protect you even tho you might be more experienced lmao

- You two definitely teased and pranked each other before , but still, he's oblivious

- Perfect

- Accidently dropped a few things off the desk /his controllers (depends if that VR or not) out of surprise. He's likes horror but he's new to the game ok, he's jumpy.

- Definitely jumped when, you, invisibles cuz you're dead, threw something in his face

- I dare you to, make the bone joke with the bone. He'd be disappointed, but will still smile, he hates that he does, but you know.

- Decided to ignore the chat for the rest of the game because it kept milking the joke

- You faked a hunt and almost made him jump out of his skiii...cloo-. Fuck it you just scared him so bad that he felt his soul jump.

- He may be a little jumpy but he's not a pussy, plus he's GREAT at figuring out what ghost type is it.

- You heard me this man WILL be in a dark room alone to get the ghost to talk

You using voice edit or something idk : B҉e҉h҉i҉n҉d҉ y҉o҉u҉

Sans turning around in the room alone thinking the hunt activated: ASGORE- oh stars, dammit (Y/N), stop it! I'm trying to catch the gho-

The ghost : ADULT

Sans : *girl scream*IT SPOKE. SPIRIT BOX IT IS

- Even if you two had teasing moments where one died here and there he stil enjoyed playing with you

- Wouldn't mind playing with you again

- Will do extra research for the next game to catch ghost better and how to fuck with you

- One time Papyrus called him during the stream and he didn't realised there's a hunt which killed him

- Papyrus fucking knew, and Sans knew he knew, and Sans was angry kworog0t

- Ngl I see Sans being a Phasmophobia fan. So except him to be invested in the game more afterwards I guess

- He calls himself a great investigator and you the greatest (but sometimes starts to consider if you're a ghost too that's likes to fuck with him)

Author note : I'm sorry this took too long, school, dissociation, plus I never wrote for US and UF before so I DIDN'T KNOW where to go.

Don't worry im still planing to write more, one person requested something else and I gonna try to write it.

[hotwings0203]

Idk what this is but the thought of you being scared of Bakugos quirk is so hot to me

Tw:noncon, predatory behavior

“I swear he’s getting to be more and more like a villain every time I see him,” you giggle with Mina as you two walk out of the class. Bakugo had yet again exploded at one of your shared teachers for correcting him in his pronunciation of a word, and as usual it was quite a scene to behold. Chairs were almost thrown, his friends had to hold him back from leaping up while others egged him on, itching for amusement in their mind-numbingly dull class.

“Maybe Shigaraki was right,” your pink-haired friend snorts and you both collapse in wheezes, clawing and slapping at each other’s shoulders as the ludicrous image of Shigaraki being unable to reign in Bakugo comes to mind.

“Hey ladies, what’re you two laughing about?” A lilting and charming voice comes right at your ear, and you turn to see Denki, Kirishima and…Bakugo walking next to you.

Just because of his proximity and how you were literally just talking about him two seconds ago, you jump away from Bakugo’s glowering face and not so subtly hide behind Mina in a half playful jest.

“Huh? Whatcha ya jumpin’ around for?” Kirishima laughs and you exchange an embarrassed look with Mina.

“Oh nothing, we were just talking about how Bakugo’s quirk is totally villainous. We’re lucky he’s on our side,” Mina singsongs, but you slap her arm in alarm.

And well placed alarm at that, because Bakugo’s scowl deepens as he turns his head to you in a death-glare. You swallow hard seeing his expression and try to nervously laugh.

“But, uh, we were just joking. Right Mina?” You give her a pointed look and she deflects it happily.

“Nope! At least you weren’t, you’re half scared to death of him, isn’t that right Y/N?”

Denki interrupts before you can sputter in horror.

“Honestly, who isn’t scared of this dude?” He claps the other blond on his back and yelps when Bakugo’s hands start curling with smoke.

“Watch it dumbass.” He cranes his head to meet your eyes, but when he finds that you’re still avoiding eye contact with him he starts moving around his friends to better talk to you.

“My quirk isn’t that scary you idiot. It’s not like I care enough about any of you to blow you up-“

But with the smoke still curling form his hands and with the permanently intimidating scowl on his face reading closer and close to your, you can’t help but squeal and scrabble around him to sink your nails into Kirishima’s shoulders for protection.

“Okay, I get it! You don’t have to come any closer, I can see fine from here.” Your voice comes out too high and strained to be deemed as joking, but nonetheless everyone laughs at your dramatic show.

Everyone but Katsuki. Because he can see you’re actually scared, he’s seen it a hundred times on civilians who try to pretend they’re fine but still have that panicked glint in their eye.

“Jesus Y/N, with a reaction like that maybe he really is a villain. Bakubro, want us to send you back to Shigaraki’s place? Maybe you should reconsider his offer.”

And finally at Denki’s quip everyone including you this time laughs again in playful agreement, but yet again Bakugo’s blood starts simmering further.

Why the fuck were you being so obnoxious? He didn’t do anything to you before, right? So why the hell were you embarrassing him in front of all his friends and making him out to be this bloodthirsty monster?

Well, whatever. If a monster is what you want, then a monster is what you’ll get.

And so he waits for you after school, trailing behind you a couple hundred feet yet still keeping you in sight. He curses when you giggle with your friends, no doubt in his mind that you’re still throwing dirt on his name and he swears under his breath when you talk to Deku and his dweeb friends.

Of course when you hang around ditzy dorks like Deku he’s gonna look like a psycho in comparison.

But at one point you’re by the vending machine alone in a deserted hallway, fumbling with your coins and trying to quickly get a soda before your friends up ahead leave.

Too bad for you, because when he’s done with you they’ll never want to be seen with you again for their own safety.

You’re shoving money in the slot when he silently walks up a couple feet behind you.

“No friends around to gossip about me?”

You shriek and jump a good foot in the air at the sudden voice behind you. Clutching your heaving chest, you whirl around to see who it is.

Your blood runs cold. It’s Katsuki Bakugo, the absolute last person you want to be alone with in a deserted hallway.

Your feet move a step back.

Wrong move.

His nostrils flare and his eyes widen at your insulting retreat. You know he doesn’t take kindly to it, but with an expression like that how could you not?

“Uh, w-what do you mean?” You chuckle nervously.

He doesn’t laugh. In fact, he does something worse.

He matches your steps and moves forward a little bit.

At this you fully take a stride backwards and clash with the vending machine behind you.

He keeps advancing, slowly getting closer and checking you out, his head tilted as his eyes roam up and down your vulnerable body.

“Don’t move back. Why the fuck did you move away from me? That’s rude, we were just having a normal conversation.”

You surprise yourself by sounding level-headed in retaliation. “‘Kinda hard not to be a little uncomfortable when your conversation sounds so accusing.”

He lunges forward and you actually scream this time, throwing your hands up above your head in instinct to protect yourself from his proximity.

Bakugo doesn’t touch you but you can still feel his breath puffing on your head, can still feel the heat from his hands on either side of your body.

“You got a smart mouth don’t you? Is that why you embarrassed me earlier in front of everyone?”

“Embarrassed you-?” You squeak but immediately cut off when he thrusts his face right in front of yours, a manic look on his face as all his facial features stretch into a irate leer.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that tongue of yours. Put it to better use than to talk shit about me, right?”

Vermilion irises move from your face down your body, lingering on your chest and at the apex in between your legs.

Bile rises to your throat as he licks his lips and lets his lips ghost over yours, oh so close yet not touching.

And in the second before he descends, you shove him off with nothing but pure adrenaline feeling your fear and race past him, blindly running down the halls as fast as you can.

Surprisingly, you don’t hear anyone behind you. That doesn’t mean you don’t stop running though.

The real reason you don’t hear anyone behind you is because Katsuki Bakugo has an eerie smile on his face at your bolt. He languidly stretches his arms above his head and relishes in the popping of his joints, and in succession the popping of sparks in his hand. He kicks one leg out, then the other just to ensure you get a fair head start.

You’ve just made this so much more interesting.

He sets off at a light jog, and even in his carefree pace his strides are enough to eventually catch up with you, instinct like an animal’s guiding him through the winding halls and ending up catching a glimpse of your feet as you turn into another lane.

You’re panting, sweat pouring down your eyes as panic makes it hard to breathe or think rationally. The adrenaline that was pushing you is now dying down but at the worst time.

You take a quick glance back and your rapidly beating heart falters as you see him with a grin on his face as he practically jogs leisurely behind you. You’ve seen this same face on him when he’s in the battlefield, blasting through enemy hearts and blowing up heads as if they were fireworks.

He’s bloodthirsty. He wants you.

“Running away again? That’s not very heroic of you babe,” he calls out, and it’s terrifyingly infuriating how he’s not out of breath.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” you half scream and sob, trying to run faster but failing miserably.

You see a bathroom sign out of the corner of your eye and frantically stumble towards it.

Katsuki knows you know he’s even you take a turn and he laughs to himself at how boringly easy this is.

Maybe he was scary.

He shakes it off and continues his hunt after you, coming forth until he faces the bathroom door in which you were cowering behind.

There’s a small window, and no other door. Just a couple of stalls, a terrified girl, and a psycho with the taste of revenge practically palpable on his lustful tongue.

He knock with faux politeness. “You wanna come out and do this the easy way or you want me to barge in and take you myself?”

You sob and wheeze in response, desperately pushing against the flimsy door in a pathetic attempt to keep him out. Bakugo merely crosses his arms and leans against the door, staring intently at it with a smile still on his face.

Judging by the weight pushing more at the bottom of the door, he can tell you’re probably sitting down in an effort to catch your breath.

You both know he can come in at any time he so well pleases, but he decides he’ll play by your rules for a bit longer, indulge you a little before your inevitable downfall.

He hums loudly and slides down to join your parallel position on the floor.

“I’m tryina be nice here, y’know. You acted so scared of me when I never even bothered you before. Aren’t I being nice right now by letting you choose for yourself?”

He sounds so conversational, as if he were talking to one of his buddies. You stay silent but your silence speaks volumes.

It serves as nothing but a means to piss him off further.

The two of you sit in silence for seemingly hours, even though it’s only around 20 minutes. Every second you feel like he’s going to break down the door any second and blast your face off, but miraculously he doesn’t.

You don’t know what you’d rather prefer: for him to prolong your strained agony by letting you be so close yet so far from him, or to end your suffering and get it done with.

But you needn’t sit in silence stewing in your own fear any further, for at the exact moment you begin to doze off with the dying of the light the weight on the other side of the door lifts and you startle awake at the scuffling on the other side.

You blink a couple of times and blanch when you see through the window the purple light indicating that you really have been here longer than you thought.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles and rolls his head, popping a few more kinks in his neck before breathing out and bracing for impact.

“Ready or not little bitch, here I come.”

“Bakugo, wait-!”

But your plea doesn’t last for more than two words. The door bangs open with such a sound that you actually think he’s blasted it straight off his hinges. You gasp and shield yourself, jumping backwards and covering your face.

“‘Thought I made it clear by now that you can’t run. So why’d you try to leave? Huh? Think you’re smarter than me? You think you’re stronger than me?”

He’s stalking forward again, and you’re left tripping back over your feet and whimpering at his salacious intent as he backs you up and corners you into a stall.

He already knows the answers to his rhetorical questions but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that scornful conviction in your voice about how big and bad he was that you used earlier.

With you tripping backwards into the cramped stall, his approach quickens in hunger at feeling you, feeling the fear radiating off your body.

Bakugo presses up against you against the wall and takes up the space around you, invading your personal bubble. He’s everywhere, growling in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight you’re sure bruises sprout from his touch, his erect penis grinding on the inside of your thigh.

Your trepidation and terror rises to an insurmountable height as he smothers you.

When he suddenly grips your chin and forces your head to face him you gasp. His touch is even more callous than you thought.

“You lookin’ here bitch? Good.”

His palm is raised towards you and before you can even widen your eyes in realization his appendage starts sparking madly. You shriek and try to throw him loose as little bits of embers fly out and made your face, his voice rough as always yet dangerously low and soft.

“S’not so scary after all is it? You’re reacting better to it than I thought.” Bakugo Blanca you mocks your writhing figure as you desperately try to evade the mini explosions.

“Okay, I get it, please stop I don’t like it!” You shrilly cry out but his hand moves from your jaw down to your neck, and squeezes the last remnants of opposition out of you.

“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you get it. But honestly, I don’t care if you don’t like it.

Because I like it. I fucking love this quirk, ‘specially when you cower so prettily under it like you did earlier.”

You choke and try to scrabble at his hands but it’s like a butterfly’s touch to him, barely producing any fruition.

“I kept wondering to myself: why do I care if she’s scared of it? And then I realized,” he leans in and lets his lips brush over your ear, lets his hand lessen ever so slightly so that your main focus is his words.

“You just looked good enough to eat when you know you’re beneath me. When you know how dangerous I am.”

He pulls back and assesses the look on your face. “Makes you look good enough to eat.”

And without further ado he lowers his hand and starts rubbing his alit palm on your clothed pussy, his erection getting harder as your screams wilt into whines.

Your legs flail uselessly as he burns a hole through your pants and his fingers hook aside the band of your panties.

Bakugo thrusts his hips forwards and grinds his straining cock on your moist lips, taking in your blubbers and teary eyes.

You can’t even speak, you can only cry out like a child as he thrusts harder and harder, so hard that your back hits the wall painful and the stall walls rattle behind you.

“You-pant-fucking scared-pant-now slut?” He rasps, his head bobbing on rhythm with yours as he practically lifts you off your toes to match his pace.

Your clit is caught between the fabric and rolled cruelly pleasurable as his tip leaks precum, staining your own panties in the process.

With your attention rapt on his now-uncovered dick sliding in and out of your folds, he takes this opportunity to take his other hand off your neck and blast the wall next to your face.

The second you open your mouth in shock as bits of tile rain down on your face he slams his steaming palm over your lips, burning the soft flesh as you weep openly.

He sets off two more near your sides and another above your head, his own face aligned right in front of yours so you can see the mean smile on his face all the while he sets your heart racing at an alarming speed.

When the smoke clears and you can start feeling glass and tile imprint on your once-smooth face, he positions his dick up so that it prods at your hole and yanks your hair back.

His eyes practically glow with the mini fires preserved in the walls with his blasts, the impact of the air rushing around him makes his hair even spikier, his body is taunt and even more imposing than before.

His teeth gleam with the orange and red light next to you. His chest doesn’t heave, because he’s at ease with your terror.

“You think you know fear?”

With one swift movement he shoves up into you, but this time he doesn’t cover your mouth.

“You haven’t met me truly yet.”

[minzart]

imagine if yuu was from the little nightmares universe?

This was REALY FUN to write THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

LN! Yuu

So tiny, and so thin it worries anyone that sees them

I'm assuming LN Yuu is the appropriated age for NRC, They survived long enough so They have mad skills at dodging, hiding, surviving.

Touch starved and hugs Grim like their life dependents on it

All the staff members freaked them out at first, bc: adults THAT AREN'T DEFORMED??? WHAT KINDA OF HALLUCINATION IS THIS??

Knows basic alphabet, and talks only the basic too, "hi" "hey" "here" "ok" "no"

They associated the uniform with "They are children too" so when meeting the tallest boys, They may be uneasy but the uniform saves them from a full on panic-atack

Leona and Malleus tried to explain that "no, I'm not a kid" but Yuu just points and says louder "Kid!" Noone can convince them otherwise

Was so suspicious of Ace on the beggining bc He was mean to them but grew to care

They care very much about anyone that's their friend so They make sure everyone is feeded, no matter if the kitchen staff would give more to anyone that asks, if one of the brain cell trio says they are hungry, Yuu will give their portion to them no questions asked, They're still working on this "bad habit" as the others say

They awake Ruggie's and Jack's big bro instincts and are almost immediately adopted by the savanaclaw trio

Very slippery according to Floyd

Rook's delighted to have a hunting partner and teaches Yuu more huntting technics and how to cook the animals They hunt with a sprinkle of first aid kit

Their primary way of showing care is by touching, holding hands, hugging, laying back to back, they're always touching their friends, on some "napping" days They seem lost in thoughts, looking a the sky while tightening their hold on a friends hand, usually Leona or Silver

Crowley is very careful around them and on the beggining gives them very easy and strangely healthy tasks

Divus is less flashy on Class A to not scare them, always gently petting their head no matter the out come of the group's potion, He scolds the other partners later

Trein is quite pleased that Yuu's more comfortable on his classes, always fully awake, some days Lucius robs Grim's spot and get realy good scratches, their memory is very good as He discovers while asking questions and is answered with the exactly same words He used to explain the subject, on spare time He's Yuu's alphabet teacher.

Vargas is impressed with the tiny thing agility and surprisingly strength! Easily one of His favorites, They need to gain weight tho, so He makes sure to give tips like eating raw eggs

Sam was a little suspicious of the child, His friends on the other side have said some interesting things about their "magic aura" that is supose to not exist, but grows fonder as the days passes by and He sees a little hint of curiosity and wonder in their eyes

As the days passes They look more and more healthy on this world and their first smile was on Trein's presence, He's very smug about it

There may or may not be happening a custody battle over this child bc Crowley ain't gonna send them back, no sir, HAVE YOU SEEN THE THINGS THE MIRROR SHOWED???

The ghost trio is winning the custody without anyone knowing, They were te ones to help Yuu understand basic chores and hygiene

Now for the fun part, the overblots

For them it's like another Tuesday

They've seen too many giant monsters to be startled now.

Yuu was ready to shot Ridle in the face

when the battle's over and Riddle comes back to normal, unlike the dwarfs mine's monster, They just stare... lost in thoughs... nobody knows what they were thinking, but Grim can attest that They cried... a lot that night.

Trust in Riddle got Dow for a little bit, however after a very detailed explanation on overblots They hugged Riddle so hard

Ever since then, after every overblot They hug the victim

The best at dodging and finding creative ways to defeat the monsters

Strangest thing is that the monsters always target them when They Scream a command and especialy when they're using themself as bait

When the battles became more dangerous They're sent to the infirmary, the nurse is horrified at their old injuries

When Grim starts going feral, everyone knows something is wrong, Yuu's scared of Him

When He overblots Yuu loses it

Screams, cries, reality itself looks to be changing around them. This is feral LN Yuu

The boys need to stop Yuu from hurting themselfs, Grim and everybody else

They spend three years at NRC

On the final day of their third year they ask to go back

"There are more children on my world, I want to help them before time's up"

[miyaaaxy]

GENSHIN IMPACT HEADCANNONS

random • modern au-ish

☆ as tiny elementary kiddos: amber, jean, kaeya, eula, noelle, sucrose, dilic, and lisa created a club. they called themselves the knights of favonius and would play knights and princesses in the playground as well. they also have a groupchat called the knights of favonius for old times sake ♡♡ ☆ surprisingly, kokomi doesn't know how to swim. she hates to admit it because she is super embarrassed about it. ☆ baizhu is highly lactose intolerant. he can't even stand the smell of milk because he knows what it would do to him and his diggestive system. ☆ xiangling has a youtube channel called "xiangling's kitchen" and usually cooks dishes with their friends and teaches her viewers step-by-step how to cook specialty dishes. ☆ albedo is really picky when it comes to food. ☆ ganyu has really bad insomnia. ☆ jean likes plain black coffee. ☆ kequing is hella competitive when it comes to video games. she's such a tryhard. ☆ baizhu has a calico cat named herbie. ☆ noelle has a butterfly collection. her favorite butterflies are blue morphos. ☆ hu tao's favorite video game is omori. ☆ lisa likes cats but is too lazy to get one and take care of one herself. ☆ kokomi covers her dislike for seafood by claiming to be allergic to it. ☆ fishcl likes to watch cheesy romcoms and anime. ☆ bennett tells unfunny deez nuts jokes. fishcl always falls for them. ☆ sucrose has a very nice and cleaned up animal crossing island. removes any weed she sees. ☆ xingqiu and chongyun likes passing notes to each other in class. both are very sneaky doing so. ☆ yoimiya has tiny goldfish. sometimes over feeds them. ☆ ganyu adores mitski. ☆ fishcl, bennett, and razor love to play minecraft together. ☆ chongyun has a tumblr page dedicated to ghost-hunting investigations. ☆ gorou brags to people about how close he is to kokomi. ☆ beidou is really good at wrestling. ☆ chongyun and xingqiu spend lunch time in the library. ☆ ningguang gets sea sick easily. she can't stand being in a ship ☆ kiddo diluc had the fattest crush on jean. ☆ as teenagers, diluc was a harry potter kid while kaeya was a percy jackson kid. (read it from some pinterest post) they're argue a lot about it. ☆ thoma buys packs of caprisuns for himself only. ☆ canonly, kazuha loves cigarettes of sex bc i said so. ☆ klee plays that snake game on google on school computers.