#glow in the dark stars actually freak me out

[fantasticalleigh]

not only do i love little knick-knacks to put around my room but i am an absolute SUCKER for glow in the dark knick-knacks and such. i have glow in the dark dice and a glow in the dark tumbler cup and some bracelets and at night when they glow i just lie in bed and think neat

[proxductions]

“the love within the hate.”

summary: he hated you the moment he laid eyes on you. you just didn’t understand. and in truth, neither did he.

parings: Draco Malfoy x !Hufflepuff reader.

word count: _

warnings/notes: no warnings 🖤 finished up an essay and I had nothing better to do so .. enjoy.

"Love can be found within the hate. like a single flower blooming in a field of thorns."

…

"I just don't understand," you said quietly and gloomily to Luna Lovegood, who was braiding your hair. It was finally Friday, and luckily, you and Luna had no homework to do.

"Why does he hate me? What have I done?" you finished. You were playing with the grass as you spoke. Luna tilted her head to the side to see your face. "It's the Nargles that are doing this."

“you’re righ- the what?” you questioned as you turned your head to face the girl behind you who had a dreamy look.

"The Nargles, of course. Wear this - it'll help," the blonde-headed girl said, as she reached for the jewelry she was wearing. But before she could hand it to you, a boy with ocean blue eyes and blonde hair came into view, blocking the sunlight. He was also with a tall girl who had short hair and bangs.

"Hanging with the freak, are you? Loony, is she?" Draco Malfoy said loudly. Beside him, Pansy Parkinson laughed, but it sounded more like a weird holler to you.

You had gotten up and faced the slightly taller boy in front of you.

"I'm hanging with a person who is actually worth my time - unlike some people I could mention." you said coldly.

"Watch that tone," Draco said, his jaw tightening.

“Who are you to tell me that?” you scoffed.

“I said Watch that tone-”

“You don’t get to tell me to “watch that tone-”

“Excuse me?” Professor Mcgonagall had said sternly as she came into view. “I do not want to hear such words coming from your mouth! do you want house points taken?” she said to you.

“No Professor.”

“Then stop acting in such a way!”

“Yes Professor.”

And with that, Professor Mcgonagall left with her nose in the air. you could sense that Draco and Pansy were laughing the whole time and you couldn’t take it any longer. grabbing Luna by her forearm, you left.

You were visibly angry at what Draco had said to your friend. Seeing her sad face when Draco had the audacity to call her 'Loony' made you even angrier.

You huffed and puffed as you tried to calm yourself and fall asleep but it was obviously not working. you groaned loudly and hopped off your bed. It caused Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones to stir in their sleep slightly.

You opened your dorm room slightly and left. your footsteps echoing all alone.

The halls were quiet. the only sounds the distant echoes of footsteps and the occasional creak of an old floorboard. The portraits on the walls watching over the castle, their eyes following you as you move through the halls quietly.

The night sky is visible through the castle's windows, a tapestry of stars that twinkle in the darkness. The moon casts a soft glow across the world below, illuminating the castle and casting eerie shadows across the walls.

The sky was a deep, velvety blue, and the air is crisp and cool. The world was quiet, peaceful, and still, as if holding its breath in awe of the beauty above.

Just as you were about to head back to your room after your own private tour, you had heard a voice.

“sneaking off are we?” the voice had said.

“Who are you?” you questioned as you tried to make out the dark silhouette who was leaning against the wall.

“Guess.” the voice had said teasingly.

“Uh Harry?” you said uncertainty.

“Do I sound like Potter to you?” said the voice rudely.

The way he said 'Potter' had you thinking and within a second you found out.

“Draco!” you exclaimed.

"Oh, so you aren't stupid," Draco said smugly.

“Shut up will you?”

“Why are you out at this time?”

“I can ask you the same thing.”

there was a second of you two both looking at each other, and you felt the tension rise dangerously.

“Come.” Draco had said abruptly.

“What?”

"Oh, so now you're deaf? Come!" Draco said as if you were really wasting his time.

You sighed dramatically and followed the boy who was quicker than you. turning left, then right, then left, you and Draco made it to the entrance of Hogwarts. he opened the door and surprisingly, which was not him at all, politely opened the door for you.

“Thank you.” you muttered.

You both walked a bit more and sat side by side by the front lake. The sound of the water lapping against the shore and the cool breeze on your skin made you feel at peace. You both gazed at the billions of stars right in front of your eyes, marveling at how they seemed to twinkle and dance in the sky, creating a magical atmosphere. You noticed how easily the stars lit up the night sky just with their luminous beauty, as if they were happy to share their light with you. The moment felt timeless, as if you were the only two people in the world, surrounded by the vastness of the universe.

Draco then sighed and turned his head towards you. he then started to speak.

“Listen.. I’m sorry.” he said softly. he didn’t take his crystal eyes off you as he spoke.

You kindly, but strangely let him go on by saying nothing.

“It was stupid, thinking I can run away from love. stupid for me to talk to you like that. i just .. didn’t want to accept the fact I loved you- I didn’t want to believe that I was in love with you. these stars that are so far away remind me that love always finds a way, no matter where you go or how hard you try to run from it.”

he then turned away from you and looked up at the sky. he took one deep breath and looked back at you.

“I’m in love with you and I’m not gonna run away from love any longer.”

[honey-milk-depresso]

The Boy I Love (Ove Bell x Reader)

Ove Bell is my OC, this is for @call-me-aesthetic especially 💕 Hope you enjoy! ^^

TW: One cuss word. I think- (very mild cussing)

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The boy I love is a jokester.

“Ove…”

“What? I’m scared, s/o. Aren’t you gonna be my knight and shining armour and protect me?~” he playfully reacted as he placed his hand on his hand to look exasperated.

The two of you were in a haunted house as a Halloween date, and you knew jolly well that Ove wasn’t scared of it one bit. No, he just wanted to act scared to cling to your arm… actually no, just cling onto you.

“Are you done pretending?” You raised a brow, monotonously asking your boyfriend. He gasped, touching his chest offendedly. “When your love is in distress, fear, anguish and helpless without you? Oh, how cruel can you be, my snuggle bug?” Ove sighed as he sounded hurt, but that wide grin on his face says otherwise.

“Snuggle bug? Cringe.”

“S/oooooo,” he wrapped his arms firmer around your arm, chin resting on your head. “Protect meeeeeeee~”

“Oh my sevens…” you smiled at him, as he smiled at you back.

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The boy I love has bad taste in movies.

“What are we watching?” You asked your boyfriend while looking baffled at the television screen.

You would’ve expected horror, comedy or thriller from this man but…

“It’s an alien invasion movie.”

“Why is the alien invasion movie all stop motion and have un-sync lip sync?”

“It’s from the 1970s.”

You groaned. Oh my god. I mean sevens.

Your boyfriend decided to pick a movie so outdated and cheesy, the plot is almost so cliche with the main characters obviously using the power of friendship to save the day, characters that have the most nonsensical thinking and scripts.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and I’m not gonna roast you for watching something so awful,” you laughed at the movie for how awful it is, that is somehow became a good film?

“I know. And I know you love the show, too.”

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The boy I love learns something new for me

“Ove?”

“Ah shit… this’s embarrassin’…” You faced Ove who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a poem out loud with a bunch of papers that had messily written verses scribbled with lead.

“I suck at words and I… I heard poetry was necessary for Valentine’s Day..? That and I had other things prepared but writing is a pain in the ass…”

You picked up one paper, reading it. “ ‘Your eyes are diamonds, your teeth are pearls, your hair is silk and your skin is glitter’? That is so cheesy~ I didn’t know you’re that type of guy, Ove,” you teased him, catching a rare sight of him blushing a glowing red on his cheeks.

“Well, sorry, I’m trying. It’s my first time writing something like this you know,” he huffed, pouting as he crossed his arms. “And I really do think so…”

You smiled, touched by his words and you kissed him on the cheek. “Well, I feel very loved, and it’s the feelings from you that matters to me.”

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The boy I love carefully thinks of meaning.

“What the heck…” You entered your room to see green glow-in-the-dark stars messily pasted across your room, with a bright moon and sun lamp illuminating the dark room with a golden glow.

Not that it was bad or anything, but why? You walked over to the drawer at the side of your bed to see a note. More specifically, a note from Ove.

“Did he do this while I was gone?” You asked yourself as you sat down and read the note with the help of your two new lamps.

You’re the stars, the moon and the sun of my world. I did. this so you’d remembered that.

-Ove Bell

PS: I’m getting better at poetry, am I right? Also all this costed me a fortune from Sam’s store so please say you like it I worked hard-

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head as your cheeks bloomed pink. Your boyfriend is such a cheesy little freak.

Sevens, do you love him so much.

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The boy I love tries his best to make me happy.

“Hey now…” Ove awkwardly wraps an arm around you as he soothingly hummed.

You know he’s not the best at comforting, and you could feel how stiff he was when he sat down beside you.

He bit his bottom lip, unsure of what to do next. His spider on his shoulder, Todd, tapped on his neck and he showed Todd to your face. “He’s not a scary spider… he wants to see you happy, too..!” Ove smiled, but you hung your head low and only nodded half-heartedly. He frowns, and Todd looked at the boy with a worried body expression of tapping his two front legs together. He placed Todd on his shoulder and scooted closer to you.

“Hey now, look. I know… I don’t know why you’re upset but I think you’re really cool. You’re brave to cry in front of others and… you’re not scared of Todd. Or at least you overcome your fear of Todd. Still I…”

He paused for a moment and pulled you closer to him if that was even possible. “I want you to be happy.” You looked at him, he smiled gently with an almost anxious expression, desperately trying to cover it.

He’s trying his best for you, you thought and you smiled meekly. “I’m sorry for burdening you.” He frowns once more. “Burdening me? I love you why would that burden me, ya sweet bug?” He smirks. “I’d be here for you any day.”

You giggled at his antics, smiling fully as he grins. “Thanks, Ove.”

“No need to thank me.”

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The boy I love loves to mess with my hair.

Ove took of his beanie and sat crossed-legged on the floor with a bunch of hairpins and clips, flowers he plucked from outside and from Heartslabyul a brush in hand as he smiled to himself.

You sat in front of him with your back facing him, sighing unamused.

“Don’t do anything funny like last time.”

“What? You know I love playing with your hair~” he coos, slowly brushing your hair.

It was soothing, honestly, and he began to clip some pins and put flowers onto your hair. You hummed to yourself, subconsciously humming to what your boyfriend hums to himself. From his fingers, he touched them and pulled delicate shimmering translucent strings like cobwebs and weaved them like a spider.

“And… done!” He took a hand mirror and gave it to you, letting you see the cobwebbed veil he made that complimented the clips and flowers on your hair.

“Wow…” “Wow indeed, s/o. You look pretty.”

You blushed. “I… tha-” “Pretty normal.”

“OVE-” “I’m joking, I’m joking!” He smiles genuinely. “You’re beautiful.”

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The boy I love loves me.

He sat beside you in the open field as the wind blew a gentle, cool breeze. Ove looked at you, eyes softening as he smiled a little wider. He looked back at the sky you were staring so mesmerisingly at, the sunset that shone over the horizon was a sight to behold indeed.

But not as much as you.

He looked down at his lap. “Fuck.”

“Ove, don’t curse!” You chided him. He chuckles to himself. “Sorry but I can’t help myself.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I just realised how stupid I am.”

“I mean you’re a little dumb, but not stupid. Dumb in not having movie taste.”

He gasped offendedly in a playful manner. “My taste is superior!” “Dream on!”

You both laughed. “Nah, but… I’m stupid to realise I never had guts to do something important.”

“Like?” You asked him, raising a brow.

“This.” The next moment he leaned in to your face, your eyes widening. It all felt like slow motion as he leaned closer and closer, finally pressing his lips on yours. He pulled a way a few moments later, smirking at the way your cheeks burned red.

“I love you,” you blinked momentarily, the words he spoke flowed like a waterfall out of his mouth, no hesitation and with full confidence.

His simple words left you overwhelmed, as you felt the corner of your eyes stung with hot tears.

The boy freaked out when a single tear rolled down your cheek, frantically waving his hand.“H-hey, did I said something wro-”

“Not at all,” you told him. “I… I love you, too.”

He stares at you, his gaze on you unwavering as he smiled softly. “Man… you’re really something, s/o…”

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Reblogs help! ^^

[cceanvvaves]

camping; y.jy

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: swearing

The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky with vivid reds and oranges, completed with tints of pink. A black truck made its way through the narrow road, stopping a good distance away from the busy part of the beach.

You and your girlfriend of 2 months, Jeongyeon, had decided a few weeks ago to go camping for two nights. You two had chosen this place since it had a perfect view of the sky, and planned to watch the sunset and stare at the stars.

The bright light briefly blinded you, shining on your eyes and making them glow. Jeongyeon placed her warm hand on your thigh comfortingly, eyes still focused on the road.

Once arriving, you set up quickly, putting up the tent and fixing anything else you might need. The sun was almost on its lowest point now, and you wanted to see that.

Jeongyeon pulled you closer to the sea, her fingers wrapped around your own. You rented two surfboards from a kindly man in his late 20s. Then, pulling off your pants to avoid wetting them, set out to the water. Not too near the beach to be able to float, but not so far that the waves could bring you away.

"Wow, pretty," you heard your girlfriend whisper. Smirking, you decided to flirt. "You're prettier though," you splashed water on her. She kicked you back, almost upending your board. You pushed her, giggling, but accidentally causing her to fall off.

Spluttering, Jeongyeon glared at you with her hair plastered to her face. "I didn't push you that hard!"

"Sorry!"

Too late, she'd abandoned her board and was wading toward you. You hurried off yours, hoping to swim away, but she caught you by the waist and forced you under.

"Fuck!" you shouted, wiping the water from your face. "Salt water doesn't taste good, you know!"

"Deserve!"

Getting an idea, you got close to her. She prepared herself for an attack, but was totally surprised when you kissed her full on the mouth instead.

She wasn't complaining though, she grabbed you by the hips and responded energetically. You could still taste the salt on her slightly chapped lips. You wrapped your legs around her waist, desperate to get closer.

Her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked your bottom lip, causing you to gasp and allowing her entrance.

Sadly, you needed air to live, so you pulled away.

It was almost dark now. You punched her arm. She furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "Ow?!"

"You made me miss the sunset!"

"You were the one who kissed me!"

Sticking your tongue at her, you pulled her in for another kiss. Well, there was always tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you took a bath, you bought instant ramen from the nearby convenience store. What? Ramen is delicious.

You sat in the back seat, slurping noisily and warming your hand up with the soup. The stars weren't very bright tonight, but there were some visible ones. You wished you'd brought Scout, your dog, because he loved traveling too. But, you left him with your mother, hoping for some alone time with your girlfriend.

"Not gonna lie, I kinda miss Scout," Jeongyeon said.

Same thoughts. Maybe you really were soulmates.

"That's what I was thinking," you murmured, trying to get a small piece of noodle stuck on the bottom of the cup.

"Maybe we are soulmates, then," she joked. You almost threw your chopsticks. "What the fuck, I was just thinking that!"

Can she read minds?

"Maybe I can read your mind."

You actually threw your slipper at her. "Shut up now, you're freaking me out."

Laughing, she threw the slipper back at you. "I'm heading in early. Come quickly, I wanna cuddle."

You shook your head happily, breathing in the fresh, clean air. It was definitely a good idea to come here.

[sparkedblaze]

morris and oscar’s pa, or any former carer, would often lock morris up when he was being bad or having meltdowns. in a cramped little closet where it was hard to hear him screaming unless you were right up next to it, totally dark, and full of sharp edges for him to hurt himself on as he threw himself around and screamed and begged. oscar always had to go and find him when he noticed him missing, and nobody would ever tell him where mo was, but he soon learned to always rush to that same closet.

a couple of medda’s boys, all those years later when morris and oscar are starting to visit medda again, lock morris in a closet when the opportunity arises. it’s mean-spirited, done because they don’t like oscar nor his brother, but it’s not *cruel*. just a prank. hazing.

they don’t expect morris to freak out as bad as he does.

THE CLOSET ASK

Also this turned into absolutely not just being a prank, but revenge that had gone too far.

T/W: blood, injury, s/h, bullying, panic attack

I think that's all of the t/w needed but please please please read cautiously.

Morris was sitting on the couch on the wall, next to Os, and across from Blink and Mush. The others were scattered around the house. Mike and Ike had gone to one of the back rooms to show Hotshot where they were sleeping, JoJo and Katherine had gone out to get more nail polish, and mama Medda was in the kitchen with Jack and David.

He’d been staring at the couple across from him and his brother. They were huddled together and whispering and laughing. Morris’s ears burned, wondering if they were talking and laughing at him.

The question melted away as his curiosity got enraptured by something else. “Wha’ hap’ned?”

He felt Os nudge him, and looked up to see the shake of his head. “Mo, don’t.”

But it was too late, the other two were already looking at them. Blink with the glare that made most boys quake in their boots, and Mush with an uneasy smile, trying to keep the peace.

“What?” Blink’s voice was deadly quiet, unusually calm, and it raked at Morris’s spine.

Morris’s hand came up to brush his fingers just under his eye, asking again. “Wha’ hap’ned?”

“It ain’t your business wha’ hap’ned,” Blink’s glare hardened, and he crossed his arms. “It don’t matter.”

Morris was silent for only a moment, it was all the time he could keep his curiosity at bay. “Why you gotta wear tha’ thing?”

His hand moved to cover his own eye, mimicking Blink’s eyepatch.

Blink’s brows furrowed further, and Morris watched Mush take his hand and saw his knuckles turn white with how tightly he squeezed.

Blink yanked his hand away from Mush, and stood, storming out of the room. Morris watched, looking back at Mush for an explanation.

The other boy just shrugged, picking at his nails as he stood, going toward the kitchen instead.

Morris looked up at Os, frowning, wondering what he’d done. Os ruffled his hair and sighed. “ ‘S okay, Mo. They ain’t understand you. Nobody do. ‘Cept me.”

.

About an hour later, Morris was sitting on the floor with Mike, building with the big blocks mama Medda had gotten for them. Os had gone to see if they’d needed any help setting up the tables and everything, had trusted Mike enough to not hurt Morris to leave them alone together.

Red walked in and leaned over the back of the couch. “What’re you two doin’?”

Mike held up one of the blocks, grinning around his chewelry.

Red smiled at him, ruffling Mike’s hair as he turned his attention to Morris. “Hey, Delancey. We gots somethin’ we wan’na show you.”

“Me?” Morris asked, eyes lighting up at the prospect of actually finally being accepted in the house. When Red nodded, he scrambled to his feet.

“Yup, c’mon, ‘s in your room.”

Morris bounced on his toes as he followed Red back to the room he shared with Os, Mike walking silently behind him. 

When they made it to the open door, Morris’s excited bouncing and quieted chirps turned to clacking teeth and wringing hands. He stepped inside the room, the only light coming from the glowing stars across the ceiling. 

“Wha-” he was interrupted by Red shoving him down. Morris’s hair stood on end as he felt someone move behind him. He flailed, trying to get them away. 

Someone heaved him up from beneath his arms, and started dragging him to the other wall. Morris kicked his feet, swung his fists, threw his head back, trying to make the person let him go.

Red grabbed his legs, lifting him the rest of the way off the ground, now carrying him that way. 

Morris looked toward the doorway, where Mike had been just a second before. He was gone. He wasn’t going to help Morris. He left him.

“Maybe this’ll teach you to keep them questions to youself,” he heard Blink’s voice in his ear, and he started thrashing harder. 

They dumped him on the floor, and the light turned on, making Morris wince and cower back. Red and Blink were above him, grinning.

“It’ll give ya some time to…” Red paused, thinking, and the words made Morris’s stomach churn. “Think ‘bout what you done.”

With that they closed the door, and Morris screamed.

He pounded against the door, threw himself against the wall. He could hear the other two laughing outside. Why was this so funny to them? 

.

Oscar had been helping set up tables outside. It was menial work, something that Medda couldn’t do on her own, so she usually asked Oscar and Jack to do it. 

He would go to the glass door between setups, where he could see Morris and Mike sitting in front of the couches and building together. Mike had been silent all day, but Morris never seemed to mind. 

He finished setting up the table in his hands, immediately moving back to the door. He frowned when he saw that the pair were no longer building-didn’t seem to be in the room at all. He planned on going inside, to look for them, but Medda asked him to get the chairs.

He looked between her and the door and back again, torn between repaying their debts and going to find his brother. 

Medda raised a brow at him. “Oscar? Is everything okay?”

He chewed at the inside of his cheek. He was supposed to be trusting Morris. Supposed to be letting him learn more independence. 

He took a shaky breath. “It’s- it’s okay, Medda…”

Oscar tore himself from the door, going to grab stacks of chairs from the side of the yard. He had the stack halfway across the yard when Mike slid the door open. 

“Mike, dear, the door,” Medda chided him, frowning when she was ignored entirely. “Miguel?”

Ike perked up at Mike’s name, looking up, finding nothing but panic in his face. 

Mike, instead of going to Ike as everyone expected, went to Oscar. He tugged at his shirt and pointed inside and made frustrated grunts when others came up to tell him to calm down.

Oscar watched the way he moved for a second, recognized the agitated bounce in his feet. 

“Mike, what happened to Mo?”

Mike just pointed more fervently toward the door, tugging at Oscar’s shirt.

He dropped the stack of chairs and started toward the door.

Oscar broke into a run when the scream rang out.

.

Morris’s head was pounding, and his arms were aching and screaming at him. His nails were scraping against himself, tearing up skin and opening old wounds. He was rocking, curled up as tightly as he could on the floor against the back wall, teeth clacking together, nails digging into his thighs. 

The door swung open, making Morris whimper more, head slamming against the wall he was leaning against. “No, no, ‘m sorry I ain’t meant to-”

He screamed again as the person’s shadow moved over him.

“Momo, hey, ‘s me,” Os’s voice was soft, quiet, gentle. Morris knew it was bad. He knew that Os only talked to him like that when it was really bad. 

“Os?” He whimpered, unmoving from his curled position, still scratching at his skin. “I’on know wha’ hap’ned- i’on know wha’ I done.”

“You ain’t done nothin’ Mo. You ain’t done nothin’ to them,” Os held his hands up, asking if he could touch Morris.

Morris dove into Os’s arms, clinging tightly to him as Os lifted him off the floor and out of the closet. He wasn’t watching, but he could hear Blink talking to Mush behind Os.

“-deserved it, Nick! He was makin’ fun of me! Mockin’ me eye an’-”

“So you locked him in a closet?!” Morris pressed closer to Oscar at the loudness of Mush’s voice. “Are you insane?! You lucky it weren’t worse, Lou! God! The kid could’a-”

“He ain’t no kid!”

“Yes he is!” Os shouted over them, holding tighter to Morris, who’s shaking bad enough to move both of them. “He jus’ as much a kid as you is! As Albert. As Racetrack. As Jack fucking Kelly.”

Os practically spat his name out, leaving it at Blink’s feet. 

“C’mon, Mo, we’s leavin’,” Os told him, pulling back just far enough to peel his jacket off, wrapping it around Mo’s shoulders. “We goin’ outside to tell Mike an’ Medda bye, an’ we leavin’.”

Morris nodded, clinging tightly to Os as he was led outside, to Medda’s side. He hugged her tight, shying away from her worry over the fresh blood beneath his fingernails. 

“Medda,” Os’s voice sounded harsh, angry, the way pa’s used to sound right before Morris would get locked up. “You either get them boys to leas’ see us ‘s people, or we ain’t comin’ back.”

Mike came up, clenching and unclenching his fists in the air, tilting his head in part of his and Morris’s unspoken language. Morris shook his head, and Mike chewed harder at his necklace. He held his hands up, and once again Morris shook his head. Mike deflated, but nodded. He knew what it was like to be overwhelmed, especially after bad stimuli. 

Os helped get Morris all the way into the jacket, and brought him to the car, glaring darkly at Blink and Red on the way out, and Morris couldn’t help but wonder.

What had he done to deserve being put in the closet?

[alpimerealmsystem]

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About me ~ The body is minor so please be aware of that. Anyways I'm a proud mom to three cats, love them all equally (we know that's a lie) we can't get any diagnosises due to our own situation irl however we are self diagnosed with a lot- so here's the full list. DID, anxiety, depression, OCD, NPD, BPD, schizophrenia, autism and ADHD. BPD and OCD tend to collectively be shared across the system to a more extreme extent, but specifically OCD, and we all tend to experience both of those very similarly. We consider ourselves mentally and physically disabled, even though we can't get a diagnosis for anything due to personal reasons we know at least we are limited in a lot of areas. About the physical disability we don't know exactly what it is but we experience constant lightheadedness and sometimes blurry vision and it genuinely negatively impacts our daily life

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Stuffs I write ~ I write a lot of darker topics in my poetry such as us ruining the world, mental health, etc. I do put trigger warnings on some of my posts so please keep this in mind y'all. About my short stories, I wrote partially just fiction stuff or I may start with a prompt. The other half of the stuff I write is going to be werewolf/Lycanthropy/therianthropy themed!

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Last updated ~ April 4, 2024 - Manik

[rarespawnwrites]

Hey, WIP Wednesday is a thing, right?

Maybe I can make it my thing? Let's find out.

Red Hood Steph, anyone?

~

Age 20

One moment, Stephanie Brown slept, sprawled out like a starfish in her underwear on a hotel boxspring mattress. The next, the bed vanished from beneath her and she thumped gracelessly to the floor with a startled yelp.

Her eyes opened to find themselves looking once more through her helmet’s display, and she didn’t need to look to know she was once again in full Red Hood get-up. She could hear the wind and the uncomfortably close pattering of raindrops. She sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling of the now empty, decrepit room, then tilted her head to see the wall to the outside missing. Old scorch marks and a wrecked exterior revealed the location to have been victim to explosive force at some point.

The air was damp. It was raining. It was always raining in Gotham.

Stephanie lay where she’d fallen, unmoving on the dirty floor of what was now an abandoned hotel. “Good morning to you too, universe,” she drawled.

She should get up, figure out the lay of the land of this new Gotham. Hide from whatever version of the bats existed here before the energy spike from the dimension shift lured them over. With her luck, they’d be vampires again. She’d just finished decapitating her evil vampire self.

‘...Five more minutes,’ she decided, and closed her eyes.

Exhaustion pulled her back into a fitful doze and she drifted. The sensation of being exposed kept her jerking back to awareness every few minutes, but her hyper-vigilance frequently kept her in this cycle, so she’d take what she could get.

The uncomfortable half-sleep seemed to drag on for an eternity, and yet it still wasn’t long enough before it was interrupted.

Adrenaline spiked and her eyes shot open just before thuds to her left signaled the impact of feet onto the nearby floor. Two figures stood at the wrecked entrance of the room, the low light giving her minimal details without turning her night vision on. Not worth the glow that would give away her state of consciousness. Both newcomers were capes, though only the shorter one was actually wearing a cape. Stephanie’s armor hid her sudden tension, so she kept her breathing deep and slow.

‘If I stay reeeal still, maybe they won’t see me,’ she thought wryly.

“Is that—” there was a choked-off noise from the taller figure. “Why does he have...?!” The sputtering voice was only vaguely familiar. His outline was too slim to be Damian, but too tall and well-built to be the rich kid. The timbre of his voice was an adult’s, anyway. Not Duke’s, though. One of the extended family?

Oh, wait. If she was picking up on the subtext of this guy’s freak-out correctly, they’d expected the Red Hood to be a guy. That meant gender swap or a sidekick remix.

“Might be an imitator,” another voice suggested, “but no one’s had eyes on Red Hood all night.” That voice she recognized. Teenaged. Wiz kid vibe. Sharp enunciation.

‘Ugh,’ she thought. ‘The rich kid.’ No matter how mixed up or messed up the universe, there he was: the Bat’s third Shadow. She could only see him in her periphery, but it looked like he was fiddling with something in his hands. Probably getting readings off the residual energy in the area.

“Magic transformation?” he theorized. “Time-traveling successor?” His fidgeting paused as he eyed her still form. “Hey, is she dead?”

The other one stepped closer and dropped to a knee, giving her a clearer view of him. Shaggy dark hair; movie star cheekbones; domino; minimal armor on a striped bodysuit. ‘Nightnight or something. Night Knight?’ She hadn’t really interacted with him in the one version of Gotham she’d seen him in. She wasn’t sure he even existed in her home dimension.

“No,” he called out. “She’s breathing. Just unconscious. And my money’s on ‘brainwashed into thinking she’s the real one.’” His hand went to his utility belt.

Bats were predictable. Even a bat Stephanie was only vaguely aware existed. That’s why she was ready when Nightguy came at her with a syringe filled with what she presumed was a sedative so she could be moved to a secure location.

The lenses on her helmet blinked on, startling him while the hand closest to him snapped up and gripped the side of his hand. In the same movement, she twisted to pull herself up and into his space before shoving his neck with her other forearm, using his resistance to get her feet under her. With a slide and a shift, she got a good angle to push his head down and hopped over him, giving him a good kick as she passed to give herself momentum.

“Nice to meet you too, pretty-boy,” she called over her shoulder as she fled. Her voice came out monotone and tinny through the modulation of her helmet, but she liked to think it added personality.

After the last couple months of world-hopping, Stephanie had learned to infer what relationship the bats had with their local Red Hood based on their reception toward a new one showing up. This group had thought there was a possibility she was a magically transformed version of their original. Immediately trying to ensure she stayed unconscious while they moved her… well, that was a pretty blatant hint this world’s Red Hood wasn’t in on like… family dinners or game nights. Whatever the good little boys and girls did when they didn’t have the kind of “troubled history” that put them on the outs with Bruce.

Nah, he was like her. Guilty until proven innocent.

She tried not to take this Nightguy’s approach personally, even if she definitely took it extremely personally.

‘Wow, Bruce raises ONE murderous assassin child, and suddenly every kid with a shady background is a potential villain.’ To be fair, both Damian and Stephanie were, in fact, categorized as villains. And these days, Stephanie could also be categorized as a murderous assassin.It was possible Bruce had a point. But Stephanie was pretty sure it never paid to be fair to a billionaire, much less Bruce Wayne.

Fuck that guy.

[anghraine]

So I talked a few days ago about having Elrond feelings that are so dependent on various tangential headcanons that it would take a bunch of paragraphs to explain them.

Well. Here they are.

I also made a post awhile ago about my headcanon that Third Age Dúnedain—both of the North and of Gondor—have some moderately magical items (by our standards) just floating around.

Some were originally received from Elves, while some were crafted by the Dúnedain themselves for some often forgotten purpose or another, like Merry's enchanted dagger (but usually on a lesser scale). Some have origins lost to time. The last is pretty common, I imagine, especially with older things; Númenórean families haven't always passed down information about where their stuff originally came from or what exactly it's supposed to do, beyond obvious things like "glows in the dark a bit" or such.

For me, of course, all Dúnadan headcanons lead back to the Stewards (truly the Rome of headcanons!). Part of the reason I got to thinking about it is that the Stewards' sigil has three stars in it, which could signify anything, but in Tolkien, jewels are often described as stars and signified by stars. So I got to thinking about what kind of jewels might be represented by these stars.

Three star-like jewels immediately reminded me of the Silmarils, of course, but it's hard to see a particular association with all three. But it got me supposing that maybe the most ancient heirlooms of their house are three jewels, but on a vastly smaller scale than the actual Silmarils—they're not sanctified or lusted after or anything, just very beautiful and they do something cool in a small way and have been in the family a long time.

A really, really long time.

Way back when, this idea was percolating in my head along with a different headcanon. Tolkien's description of the House of the Stewards as descendants of a Faithful family and also of royal origin inclined me to think that they were descendants of Elros way back on Númenor, but must have split off from the royal family very early (given the seniority of the Lords of Andúnië). My headcanon ended up being that they were descendants of the house established by Princess Tindómiel, daughter of Elros, mostly because I have Tindómiel feelings out of all proportion to what we know or even can guess about her.

So then I thought, what if the jewels were Tindómiel's? The Stewards themselves wouldn't even know this. They know quite a few things about their ancestors in Númenor, including that they were Faithful descended from Elros, and the names of some of the people in the family trees and such, but it was really their later intermarriage with the house of Anárion and their own actions that made them so powerful in Gondor. There are family legends about Tindómiel founding their ancestral home, and that they've got heirlooms from her, but they honestly don't know and they tend to focus on things they're much more sure about.

And then—well, if you've followed for awhile, you know that my Tindómiel feelings are also Elrond feelings. This is because his daughter Arwen's alternate name (I assume father-name) 'Undómiel' directly parallels his niece's name Tindómiel, even though Tindómiel would have been dead for over 3000 years by the time Arwen was born. I can only think that he loved his niece very much and was close to her for the 400-odd years she would have lived.

So then I thought, okay, what if Elrond was the one who gave them to her? Maybe she was little at the time and he wanted something special for her, but not dangerous. Then I had this whole idea about him effectively commissioning the gift from freaking Celebrimbor, and Celebrimbor considering it a fun sort of challenge to craft something impressive enough for a princess but also subtle enough to avoid trouble, and avoid offending Elrond and Elros, who understandably are sensitive about that kind of trouble.

He did a spectacular job, as you'd expect, and Tindómiel treasured the gems (which I imagine were set in something at the time, perhaps a diadem, though they were removed for preservation later). She loved them partly for their own sake and partly because she was touched by the amount of thought and care that went into the present from Elrond, whom she loved dearly. But the whole origin story of Tindómiel's jewels coming from Elrond had been forgotten long before the rise of the Stewardship. There's just some ephemeral myth that they were hers or maybe one of her nieces', that sort of thing.

But the family does regard them in a rather superstitious way—not thinking that they actually give luck or anything like that, but it does seem remarkable that the family has managed to hang onto them all this time and the family itself has also managed to survive all this time. The gems might be old substitutes, of course, but there's no evidence of that, and the more Númenórean ones are pretty sure not, actually.

So they're quite careful with them at this point. Although they've been repurposed and worn in different ways over the years, now they're kept safely put away most of the time. Elrond wouldn't have seen the jewels for thousands of years by the point that he comes to Gondor and sees them hanging from the neck of ... Éowyn of Rohan, the maiden who slew the Witch-king.

That's the part I hadn't considered before. Men certainly do wear jewels in Tolkien and Faramir could wear them or carry them in some other fashion. But there is no louder way to say that he does not give a fuck what anyone says about Éowyn's lineage than to give her the ancient, mystical heirlooms of his house, from Númenor, so ancient and so shrouded in mystery that even Denethor didn't know their origin.

We might assume that Éowyn doesn't care about such things or would see it as insignificant, but I ... don't think so. She spent a lot of time being sidelined and feeling humiliated and it's clear she knows perfectly well that Gondorian Dúnedain may look down on her. I don't think she'd cry into her sleeves over wearing royal jewelry, lol.

In any case, I think Elrond simply had too many great-nephews and -nieces to keep up with every branch of Elros's family on Númenor, much less after the Downfall. And I'm not sure he even knows the House of the Stewards are among his nephews and nieces in canon, much less (in the headcanon) that they're the remnants of Tindómiel's house. So seeing those jewels again, created by the hand of Celebrimbor, for Tindómiel, now given by Tindómiel's heir to a maiden of the Rohirrim who avenged the destruction of Arthedain—it's a moment.

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Okay so here is more Varrick angst. So this could be a part two to "The Red", what I just wrote.

So when Vince yells at Varrick to leave, Varrick leaves and kinda vanishes, leaving a terrified Anni and a hurt Vince all alone to pick up all the broken pieces...figuratively and literally. Meanwhile Varrick is found by Zalgo, but Zalgo isn't there to hurt him, he just taunts Varrick and then says something that makes Varrick realize what hes done.

"Funny how you've lost everything like your friends, Anni, your own brother, and haha well...i'm pretty sure your sanity is long gone now too."

And Zalgo is just not letting up. He talks about how he hurt and scared Anni, how he made his own brother hate him, and it's almost like a flip is switched in Varrick's head and it all comes at him, all at once and Varrick says something like, "This..this was your doing! You made me do this..didn't you? and the truth was...yeah, it was all under Zalgo's influence, which explains the weird red glow that Varrick's eyes had when he was freaking out in the previous fic.

So he races back to the cabin and finds that Vince is still there along with Anni. Vince is obviously on the Offense when Varrick comes back and he doesn't want Varrick to hurt Anni again, and poor Anni is actually scared of Varrick and even flinches when Varrick tries to touch her.

It can go on from there however you'd like Anni and Vince don't have to accept his apology or maybe they do, but I will say that wherever it goes, its gonna end in tears and angst.

Tysm and if this is too much then let me know! No worries if it is!

[ The Red || P2. || simp party ]

Warnings; Angst..

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; Varrick getting abused by @insane-horror-movie-addict part 2

Word count; 1,479

It was nighttime.

The demons were finally gone, Varrick had finally gotten rid of them for the time being.

Varrick sat in the damp, tall grass, his amber eyes fixated on the distance in front of him. His arms hung off his knees and his teeth were grinding against his cheek.

He hoped Anni was alright.

When Varrick left the cabin, everyone had seemed to disappear from the corner of his twisted mind, all except Zalgo, who'd always remain stuck to him no matter what. Like a parasite that refuses to let up.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, the stars above carelessly twinkling as an endless flock of unsaid apologies plagued his throat, with each cough that disposed of more blood, more threatened to emerge from his throat as time passed. Varrick's skin seemed to get paler, with dark circles from under his eyes, the rare sight of tears threatening to fall as he did his best to let them slip to his cheeks. In the bristle grass stood a tiny group of flowers, carelessly sweeping alongside the patterns of the wind. Anni would have liked these very flowers, he thought. The petals swept off of the cliff's edge with the aid of the howling breeze, the sound almost comforting in a sense.

He envisioned her brown eyes staring at him, and that amazing smile that warmed his blood. Was she okay? Did she hate him? Does his long-lost brother hate him? Was it really a good idea for him to separate himself from her? All of the questions and concerns rolled through his head like a destructive train.

Life would always be cruel to him. No matter how hard he tried, and just when he thought that he was given another chance, fate decided it would be better to take such a wonderful feeling for an awful turn. It felt horrible, but what could he do in a situation where all the cards were played against him? It was almost all too clear that no matter how hard Varrick tried to redeem himself, fate would always find a way to punish him. After years of enduring it, he had been convinced he might have been deserving of it. All these horrible things wouldn't happen for a reason, right? And with this new punishment against Varrick, came Zalgo.

From the small group of flowers, he picked a single one up, envisioning Anni. Suddenly, as he tried to pinpoint a specific memory when this had started, the soft laugh of a female rang through his ears. He had to look over his shoulder to assure himself the girl wasn't there, she wasn't and he was sitting alone on the cliff.

But he could hear her so clearly, laughing and teasing, and with this came the image of a smile so small and riddled with sadness that it could barely be considered a smile. He closed his eyes again, trying to get more clarity in his mind, and he visualized the girl again. With her long brown hair that she flicked away in annoyance when it got in the way. Her soft brown eyes wavering slightly as she stared off into the distance, entire stories would dance through her eyes in the silence. And her hands, roughened in patches with different thickness in certain areas. He still remembered how her softened fingertips felt

against his spine as they soothed him when he had a mental break-down. His eyes narrowed, letting the flower go as he turned his head around, knowing exactly who snuck behind him.

"The fuck do you want?" He sneered, glaring at Zalgo with a flicker of red igniting in his eye, "Haven't you ruined my life enough already?" His hand grabbed around the ground until it came in contact with a rock, grabbing it and chucking it at the hallucination in-place of Zalgo, "You couldn't even be bothered to actually come. Pathetic." Zalgo often couldn't directly come in contact with Varrick, since he had many important things to do, but that didn't mean he didn't force hallucinations into his mind. This hallucination stood in place for him.

"I'm afraid you're wrong about that, Smith." Zalgo let the same devilish smirk curl onto his face as he taunted Varrick, and slightly squinted his large red eyes into a brooding stare like always. "Funny how you've lost everything like your friends, Anni, your own brother, and haha well...I'm pretty sure your sanity is long gone now too. You ruined your own life, I was only here to simply…watch."

"Bullshit." Varrick hissed and mumbled more curses under his breath, spinning around to face Zalgo directly as he glared. "All of this," his eyes flickered with confusion, before it quickly sparked back into fury. "This..this was your doing! You made me do this..didn't you? You're just so fucking petty, you won't let go of the fact I'm not your fucking proxy anymore."

Varrick saw Zalgo's eyebrows twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. "That's enough, Smith—"

"No. You don't get to make that call. I'm no longer your proxy, so I'm not letting you control my life anymore." Zalgo stopped and saw the same, stern look on Varrick's face. He would not stir; he didn't even give her a second glance. "—I'm going to go make things right."

— . — . —

"What the hell are you doing here?" Vince tried to sound angry, and he was, but his voice cracked, revealing how sad he actually was. He loved his younger brother like no other— but after what happened, he couldn’t let him near here— near Anni.

"P-please just," Varrick sighed, taking a deep breath before flickering his eyes open once again, locking eyes with Vince, "I know I was an asshole. And I'm sorry— I truly am. I wish I could tell you what's going on, but right now— it's not the time, so I'm just gonna cut to the point," Varrick swallowed dryly as he looked up at his brother, "It's Zalgo. I was his proxy at one point, and ever since then— he's been fucking with my head. There isn't anything I can even do about it right now, so please. Just let me make this right." Vince's face softened at hearing this. He was Zalgo's proxy? He had so much to catch up on.

Vince sighed, his eyes lowering, "Fine. But after you talk to her, you need to tell me everything, so I can help." Varrick nodded, before stepping into the cabin.

Varrick's heartfelt as if it suddenly began clenched as if he had skipped a bit as the gentle features of the familiar girl came into view. She seemed different, and she was about to speak when something came over her face. It was an unknown emotion, it puzzled him. Her eyes filled with something he recognized however, the shakiness of her pupils as they dilated slightly, and the way her chest tightened and restricted her from showing too much motion as she breathed. Without knowing it Varrick quickly stepped closer, his hand slowly and unconsciously reaching out for her. Without him knowing it, his body had tried to move forward tohold the girl in comfort, out of pure and complete instinct.

But something was wrong, something was different, because upon seeing the hand that reached for her the girl stumbled back and fell desperately onto her back, tripped by bent floorboards on the ground. The fear in her eyes grew more, it made her shake in his sight and he tried to step forward to help her again but froze when he spotted the tears that welled up in her eyes. Those eyes, the same eyes he would dream about every night, the same eyes he had been responsible for forcing pain onto. He was taken aback, surprised because he had expected her anger and her rage, or even her indifference, but this? He had not expected this. He had not expected her to be overcome by terror.

With utter and complete gentleness, he kneeled to her level. Anni was caught completely off guard as he scooted up closer to her and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her in with a soft, but tight grip. She had never been hugged in that manner before by Varrick, usually she was doing the hugging. He rested her chin on her shoulder and took a breath, letting it out slowly as he took in her warmth. She didn't move and she looked down at him, not knowing what to do in the certain situation. She lightly flinched when he put his hand on the back of her head, but her muscles relaxed when she felt his rough hands run through her hair. She almost smiled when she could hear his heartbeat, and it was beating fast.

"I'm sorry."

[bonmotx]

definition: special satellite constellations whose satellites follow the same 3-dimensional space track with respect to assigned rotating reference frame.

It itches. Mash has tried to get them to stop, but their hands are almost glass thin and just as easily bruised, and so each movement reminds them. Even Da Vinci says to stop, yet-

what does she know about this sort of thing to how dare she take it away to they keep staring staring staring staring staring to their pitying eyes to their forced upon mercies to they falsified the records and for what that they would be the only one (theytheythey) would be the only ones to remember not even menial paperwork will remember your sacrifices not even the punch in card will remember your hours- to this anger screaming begging pushing out from beneath the skin

Itch. Itch. Itch. Memories litter their head, happier days, sadder days. Days before they gave up on dreams. Days after. There are far more after, after all.

“Red dwarfs can be quite small, but once they get to a certain size, they can’t become stars. So they’re called brown dwarfs... but also called failed stars. They’re too small so they can’t maintain- ah, you won’t get that part...” It almost sounds like their voice, but when is the last time they had the patience to explain something so meaningless now?

The scars are empty, faint pink lines. Yet even still, the marks are still there, a pale spot where the blood doesn't stain. No matter how much they've washed it, it still itches.

Used up seals, used up as the person losing a job, losing a purpose, everything used up as these seals, used up as this body. The world is silent around them.

(A quiet girl speaks in the silence: "But you'll be okay. You're the ringmaster.")

("Please, wait for me.")

("You'll be okay, don't worry. No matter what happens, you'll be okay.")

("They can weigh down the rest of the world, but not you. You'd never sink, ringmaster.")

The world has reset nineteen times just within this room. It doesn't matter what happens after, because it never lasts long enough to matter. Their hands shake, more and more-

("If it's this kind of situation, Ringmaster-")

"Fukuhara-san." A small voice picks up across the room. It’s so familiar, like the patterns and constellations within their dreams. 

Rito looks up, but there's nobody there. Yet somehow, the window is open.

what window to chaldea doesn’t have windows in here to a lack of caring they finally decided upon.

Beyond it is the wine red sea- no, it’s the dusk reflected upon the water. The sun is beneath the waves, glowing, a lava lamp that illuminates everything as bubbles like oxygen fall upwards towards the true sky.

There are only twelve stars in the sky, yet there are infinite shapes that almost look to be gates, doorways. Rito stares up, as if they are leaning out, reaching out, escaping through the glass-less window, only a sill and latch for a nonexistent barrier from the world.

Their hand reaches out to the stars, the warm and empty air, yet grasps something.

Rito pulls it back, and it drops into their lap. It’s not like they actually stood up. Yet it felt so real they pause at seeing something there after all.

A small vial, like Alice's sought after happiness.

Without even questioning it, they pop the lid back and take a sip as the empty emergency sirens blare in the distant place that isn't their room. The room spins as it always does, nauseating and bright. Too bright, too bright, even as the lights are kept off.

Like a balloon popping in the highest point of the sky, like the snipped tall poppy... like an everyday freak accident, it happens:

Rito Fukuhara dies.

---

The floor is littered with the dusty, rusty steps of someone else. Silently, a young girl walks out of a darker than dark doorway.

"...I guess you’d rather not be a red dwarf after all... but it’s okay. For now, I'll take them away, so stop looking so sad, Ringmaster... you've earned your happy ending already. 

Once upon a time, she was told about the stars by someone who was so full of love for them. So once again, their eyes will be covered by just a little bit more madder red, morbidly hue-filled. The syrupy sleep of death seeps in, heavy and thick.

“You have earned happiness. Even God would agree... even an angel would. I promise, I’ll help you get there. You’ll be able to depend on me this time..."

Once more, another thin line of scarlet is added onto the rest. Heavier than that, her hand smears it kohl thick over the rings of sleeplessness that echo around their features.

“...I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

Yet these words will go lost to the night as smudged like skin over the the marks, she only ever held on the non-dominant side. What should be scars is grown over like a callous- not gone, but hidden away from the human eye.

“So just wait for me, ringmaster.”

So perhaps to a human’s eye, dreaming, they have vanished away. It will be a gift from a girl beyond the stars, still hitching a ride on the moonbeam that bounces off her meteor and into earth’s orbit once more.

“I’ll be there soon.”

---

Once again, Rito Fukuhara awakens the day before the day they died. 

Even so... it must have been a dream after all.

---

(It takes them several hours to be told to rub the makeup from their eyes, and their hands come back as red as blood.)

[afterschool-labyrinth]

Afterschool Labyrinth chapter 2

When Alix woke up, she felt strange.

Opening her eyes, she found herself staring up at the hall's ceiling, with the bright lights shining in her face.

Wait... I was in Room 12A before... And why's the power on?

As she picked herself up off the floor, she looked around, searching for the others. They were nowhere in sight.

Where is everyone?

Even standing up, Alix felt so strange. She looked down at herself... and let out a yell of shock.

"W-What the?!"

Her body wasn't human anymore. Alix looked frantically around the empty building, soon settling on using the nearest window to look at her reflection.

What she saw reflected in the glass could only be described as a humanoid dolphin, with shiny black eyes and a single blowhole in place of a nose. Looking past the reflection to the outside, all Alix could see was stars.

A noise behind her caught her attention, a sound like the clop-clop of a horse's hoofbeats. Alix turned around, just as something rounded the corner.

She felt the blood drain from her face. Standing there was an impossibly long-limbed humanoid being, pale and bony. It seemed female, clad only in a brown top and loincloth, and stringy dark hair grew from its scalp in patches. Its body was twisted around in an unnatural position, allowing it to walk on its hands and feet.

It was like every nightmare Alix had had of being confronted by some horrible thing, being unable to scream or escape. All she could do was gurgle in horror and stagger back, only to fall backwards onto the floor on her backside.

The thing approached, allowing her to see its glowing red eyes set in pitch-black sclerae, and its mouth opened.

What happened next was not what Alix had expected. The creature actually spoke, and it was Gale's voice she heard. "Alix?"

Alix's jaw dropped. "Gale?" she gasped. "What... What the heck is going on?"

"I have no idea," Gale replied in puzzlement. "One second we were in Room 12A, the next..." She looked around at their surroundings. "I don't think this is the same school."

"So, wait," Alix scrambled to her feet. "The ritual actually worked? But why did we turn into these weird things?"

"Well the spell did say something about 'changing our forms'," Gale pointed out, as she led Alix down the hall. "I guess it really meant changing us into monsters."

"Geez..." Alix groaned. "I never thought I would get isekai'd for real!"

"Yeah, but you gotta admit," Gale looked over her shoulder at the 9-year-old. "It is more interesting than our regular school."

"That'd be a lot more convincing if your knees weren't shaking." Alix pointed out Gale's trembling legs.

"Look, I'm excited, okay?" Gale defended.

"Hey! It's me, Ethan!"

Ethan's new form looked like a cross between the Grim Reaper and the Ghost of Christmas Future, a floating figure in a tattered brown sleeved cloak. All that was visible under the dark hood was his now glowing yellow eyes. He floated towards the girls, accompanied by a porcelain doll in a blue dress, with her hair in a messy cut. It wasn't hard to tell who this was.

"Look at me!" Dolly gave a little twirl. "I'm a real dolly now! Look at my new dress, too!"

"She's been enjoying this since she got a good look at herself." Ethan admitted.

"At least she's happy." Gale said. "Where's Manny?"

"Over here." Manny called out from a fair distance. He now looked like his twin, with the brown loincloth and long-limbed, emaciated form, only his irises glowed white and his skin was fire-engine red.

As he approached, he noted "Looks like everybody got turned into freaks of nature, huh?"

"We don't know that," Ethan said hopefully. We still haven't found Shawn, Sammy and Wynn."

"OH, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!!" A familiar voice echoed from one of the classrooms.

"That would be Shawn." said Gale as she turned in the direction of his voice. The others followed her.

They soon found him in a room devoid of anything but an old TV set on a wheeled stand with a videocassette and a VCR player. Shawn's new form looked like a clown, but his head was now a giant left ear. Beside him was what looked like a pale blue mask with large eyes seemingly floating in midair.

"Bro, calm down!" Sammy tried to reassure Shawn. "It could be worse!"

"How could it?!" Shawn protested. "My head's a freaking EAR! How am I still talking!?"

"Hey, I'm a weird thingy too," Sammy pointed out. "I don't see why you're complaining."

At this moment, Shawn noticed what the others had become, and his voice seemed to rise an octave. "GAH!"

"Shawn, it's us!" Alix reassured.

"Wh-" Even with an ear for a head, Shawn was still capable of a double-take. "Guys?!"

"Yup," Manny confirmed. "Apparently, we've all been mutated into monsters."

"What about Wynn?" Gale asked. "She's still missing."

It was then that Ethan heard movement behind him. He turned around...

His high-pitched scream startled everyone but Wynn, who simply tilted her now-large head. "You look funny." was all she said.

Wynn's new body was perhaps the biggest of the group's, with her form that of a massive snake, albeit with skin instead of scales. Her head was vaguely humanoid, with skeletal features, a wide mouth and bulging eyes. No wonder Ethan was spooked, which was an understatement.

"God, Wynn!" Ethan gasped, shaken. "I could've just died here!"

"Sorry," Wynn apologized.

As she slithered into the room, Manny spoke up. "Well since we're all together again, what now?"

"Obviously we find a way back home, and outta these bodies!" Shawn answered. "What else?"

"Yeah, but how are we gonna do that?" Ethan asked. "We don't even know what kinda world this is."

While they were talking, Wynn took notice of the videotape and VCR. "Maybe this?"

She just managed to grasp the tape with the tip of her tail, and insert it into the player. As she turned on the TV, Dolly perked up. "Oh, are we watching a movie now? Cool!"

"I don't think now is the time to-" Ethan began, when the video began to play. A cheerful voice narrated over images of the school.

"Welcome to Xaginda Academy, located right at the heart of Dimension Arc! Here, our goal is to mold young entities, both humanoid and non, into wiser beings ready to face the world head-on. For help or complaints, please take the issue up with our Teacher Unit. If you see a student acting out of line, please report to our Hall Monitor."

"Well, at least this school has some sense." remarked Shawn.

The tape continued. "If it's you acting out of line, well, then may Lady Otryla have mercy on your pitiful soul. If by some unforeseen circumstance you crossed realms to here unintentionally, simply find the special golden key back to Dimension 3."

"The key..." Alix realized. "'The key home shall be our goal', that's what we need to do! Find the golden key."

"However, if you are unable to find it in any of the Academy's rooms, then it's probably in the hands of the Principal. To consult the Principal, locate the Principal's office. Thank you, and good luck!" With that, the video ended.

"So, before we go searching in any of the other rooms here," Gale guessed. "We need to check the principal's office, right?"

"Yeah, if we can find it." Manny replied.

Wynn seemed to perk up, before she slithered back out of the room. "Where're you going?" Shawn asked.

"Think I saw it before..." Wynn answered. At this, the others followed her.

After a few minutes of searching, Wynn suddenly spoke up. "Found it!"

"Alright!" Manny grinned.

"Finally!" Shawn bolted for the door. "I have a few choice words for this school's principal."

He knocked on the door. No answer.

"Wait, Shawn, think about this," Ethan cautioned. "What if the principal here's some hideous abomination?"

"Look, we've all been turned into abominations, right?" Shawn responded, as he opened the door. "There's probably nothing here that can-"

He was cut off when he walked right into a brick wall. Falling flat on his back, he yelled out "OH, COME ON! SERIOUSLY?!"

Sammy looked at the wall. "Man, that's kinda messed up putting a wall here." he noted.

"What is even the point of doing what the video told us if this is here?!" Alix exclaimed in exasperation.

"Unfortunately, the Principal is not here at the moment."

At that voice, the children turned to see some sort of retro-looking machine with arms moving towards them. "Whoa, you're a robot!" Dolly marveled.

"Are you new here?" the robot spoke in an electronic yet feminine voice. "If so, then allow me to introduce myself: I am CODEX, Xaginda Academy's Head Teacher Unit."

"So..." Manny summed up. "Definitely a robot."

"What do you mean the principal's not here?" Alix asked CODEX.

"Sometimes the Principal leaves the office to wander about the rooms." came the reply. "Until the Principal's return, the Hall Monitor is currently in charge."

"Well, maybe this hall monitor can tell us where your principal is," Shawn reasoned. "After all, we're here in these bodies against our will."

"That might prove difficult," CODEX explained. "The Hall Monitor is incapable of speech. His only directive is to enforce the Academy's rules."

If Shawn still had even any semblance of a face, that would have fallen. "What kinda hall monitor is he any-"

A low growl rumbled from one of the hallways. The children slowly turned their heads to see something massive emerge from the shadows.

What they saw had the bodily shape of a doberman, yet it stood upright on two legs. Its fur was dark grey, and it regarded them with flaming scarlet eyes.

"Perfect. Just what we need," Manny stated, trying to keep his cool, even though his body was no longer human. "A school mascot that can kill people."

[abyssalstories]

Life with Death

I’m finally being sent on my very first reaping! I’ve been so excited for this day I could barely focus on getting packed up. Although this day came a lot sooner than estimated I can’t wait, I’ve overheard some other reapers saying the humans are really entertaining. Some of these humans actually believe we exist but their guesses on how we look and act are completely off or so I’ve heard I don’t actually know. Thankfully I was able to finish packing my stuff before the big send off. I'm kind of sad to leave but It’s gonna be great in the human realm I just know it! I take one last look around my room, my posters of shadow workers eerily smile at me reminding me all reapers must reach perfection before leaving this realm, on second thought I’m happy to be going.

Taking a step towards the door I remember something, I run to the corner of the room and pull up one of the floorboards and reach into the darkness it reveals, retrieving a small plushie. Its eyes glow bright yellow and its body midnight black with pure white wings and a faded glowing ring floating above its head. I still don’t know how that thing doesn’t fall off but it’s better that way “I could never forget you” I whisper as I hide it in my secret coat pocket. I rush out the door, shutting it behind me.

After a bit of searching I found the door labeled departure room. The sign looks heavily damaged but that’s normal I think, slowly opening the door I step inside “Hello? It’s a little dark in here, is someone here?” I try to look around stepping a little further into the room when the lights suddenly flash on startling me, I quickly realize the five other reapers surrounding me I’m about to say hi but I see they don’t look happy “Welcome little Koral to your great finale” The reaper in front of me announces in a proud voice “We have been chosen to guide you to your purpose” another reaper adds as they all take a step back and start chanting in a low drone “Wait do I get to say goodbye?” I quickly ask but get no response so I stand silently as they continue their chanting but as I listen to what they’re saying unease flows through my heart I don’t understand what the words mean but I know this isn’t the departing spell, I’ve read about this before it’s the banishing spell. Before I can warn them they have the wrong spell I feel a burning sensation ripple through my head. I feel the flames erupt inside my skull like the embers of a dying universe, my vision fades and then there's nothing but dark.

“My child lost and fading, she knows your pain and she is waiting. Heal her soul with our gift long untold, Follow her undying love and we shall meet in the stars above.”

I’m startled awake suddenly by something shaking me. My eyes are greeted by a police officer's stern expression “Hey kid you're freaking everyone out, stop screaming already” He says gesturing to the people walking on a nearby path, most of them aren’t even trying to hide their disgusted glares. “Sorry officer it won’t happen again” I reply sheepishly as I sit up “You’re lucky I haven’t made you sleep elsewhere, you’re not supposed to loiter here” He points to a sign nearby “I was just leaving anyway thank you sir” I stand up and grab my belongings quickly walking away.

As soon as I’m out of sight I rush into a nearby alleyway. Careful not to step on any broken glass, I crouched behind a dumpster “That nightmare again, no something was different this time but what is it all supposed to mean?” I mumble to myself “What am I saying it’s just a stupid nightmare it doesn’t mean anything, it felt so real though” I stare into my dirt covered hands wishing an answer would just appear before me. No, it's hopeless to just stand around feeling sad. I have to keep moving, it’ll be fine I’m thinking when my stomach grumbles “I need food anyways” I step out of the alley and make my way to my favorite spot to look for food.

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“This is so boring! Why do I have to make these stupid burgers, it’s the weekend we’re closed today!” I sigh as I pick up the last one of the burger patty’s off the grill with a spatula and place it on a bun. “Mom I’m done with the burgers” I shout through the little ordering window “Thank you sweetie I would do it but I have to restock our supply, just put them in a bag next to the dumpster out back please” she shouts back “Wait what? Why did I make them then?” I ask, getting no response I groan and head to the back door. Mom usually has a reason for what she does. I hope this time isn’t an exception. Stepping outside I pause for a second to take in the beautiful night. The sudden rustling of plastic startles me, I run back inside slamming the door behind me “Sweetie are you okay?” mom asks, peeking through the window “Mom there’s something in the garbage can!” I squeal in response but she just smiles at me “Oh he’s early today, that’s fine just go give him the bag then, I’m sure he’ll be happy” she disappears again before I can respond. I get it now she’s just feeding another stray cat, she really has got to stop before they start coming inside for food.

When I arrive back outside I hear the cat still digging through the dumpster, I slowly step to the edge of the overhead spotlights shine “Hey cat I got some food for you, I hope you’re hungry it’s burgers” As soon as I speak the rustling stops, I see it’s silhouette hop out of the dumpster. It’s a little big for a cat though, probably one of those fat ones “It’s kinda weird to give burgers to a-” the last word catches in my throat as a figure that is in fact not a cat steps into the light but quickly takes a step back “Who are you? Where is the other lady?” The figure questions me

[aspenmissing]

𝙰 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The moonlight shines over a small village that lies in a small valley, surrounded by mountains, trees and plains with only a few dirt trails and roads for wagons to get through...Vroncaster. The village is hidden in the valley that anyone not local, will say they've never heard of it. Travellers will say that it's a sort of, a paradise of some sort. Away from any major towns or kingdoms, and little to no fights or wars. The village is quite peaceful and seemingly nothing bad happens there...But that's all about to change when death meets fate and as we know, fate can't be changed.

A small boy stares out his window up at the stars and the moon. The stars shine and twinkle in his eyes reflection as a smile grows on his face. On his lap rests a leather-bound book with the name 'Tyran Hendrix' written on the front. The boy, seemingly called Tyran, begins writing in the book. This goes on for what seems like minutes until he's pulled from his writing by the sound of cats hissing and bins being knocked over. He peeks his head out, not seeing anything. However, from the corner of his eye, a figure pops out from around a corner and begins walking down the street. Tyran's gaze follows the stranger as they stop and sigh.

"Those damn cats." The figure sneers. They take off their hood, to reveal their long locks of brown hair. They turn their head slowly to face the boy, their cognac- seemingly glowing- eyes catching onto Tyran's cornflower blue (This is the actual name of his eye colour) eyes...It's a woman. He quickly ducks down in hopes of not being spotted- not knowing that the woman has seen him. She sighs and turns back around. "Meh he's a kid, he's not going to do anything." She begins walking away until she's out of sight. Tyran slowly straightens back up and sees the woman is no longer there. He looks up and down the streets, looking for any signs of the woman.

"I-I'm probably just tired. Granny always tells me that when people are tired they see strange things." H says, placing his book on the table beside his bed before blowing out the candle, his room getting encased in darkness with the only light being the moon shining in. "Tomorrow's gonna be a new day, meaning new me."

1 Month Later

Tyran is down at a lake that flows just outside his village, a bridge not far from him. He's sat on the side, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin and the calming sounds of the running water of the lake and the wildlife of the forest. During the calming sounds, he thinks back to that night...

"That woman... I wonder if she was real or not. I mean she can't be, who would be walking through the village that late! I mean I was still up, so maybe it was a traveller...But those eyes, her sharp movement to look at me, it didn't seem like she was normal..." Tyran thinks.

A splash brings him out of his thinking and he turns his head to see a frog jump out of the water and onto a rock. It croaks and ribbits. Tyran smiles and reaches out to touch the creature, only for a rock to hit his hand. The frog jumps away as Tyran pulls his hand back, hissing in pain and clutching it. Laughter fills the air as Tyran stands up and looks at the bridge to see three boys, laughing at him.

"Look at this, the freak was just about to touch that frog!" The tallest of the bunch and the leader, Jake, says. Jake throws up a rock and catches it, smirking at Tyran.

"Maybe it's his friend?!" The blond-haired boy, Kyle, teases, laughing.

"But look, even the frog didn't want to be his friend!" The smaller blond-haired boy, Sam, teases joining in on the laughter. The three boys walk down the bridge and walk over to Tyran, who's keeping his eyes down.

"What, got nothing to say, freak!" Jake says, throwing the rock at Tyran- hitting the young boy on the cheek. He stumbles back slightly, holding his cheek.

"N-No, I just want to go home," Tyran says, sniffling slightly in pain as he walks forwards- hoping to just be able to walk past them.

"Look at the baby crying!" Sam teases, laughing and pushing Tyran back. He stumbles back slightly, holding himself close.

"Hey, why don't you go and cry to your mommy!" Jake shouts, laughing before mockingly crying. "Oh that's right, you don't have one. You don't have a dad either!"

"I heard that he didn't even meet them. Guess they wanted to get away from you that bad huh?"

"They were probably embarrassed by him!" Kyle says, making Jake and Sam laugh.

"That's not true!" Tyran shouts, stepping forwards a bit. "They weren't embarrassed by me! Granny told me that they loved me very much! They just couldn't stay here because they were too good for this earth!"

"Well, your Granny is a lying hag!" Jake shouts "You know, she probably put a curse on your parents!"

"Don't talk about her like that!" Tyran shouts and having enough of their teasing and disrespectful words towards his grandmother he launches himself forwards to jump on Jake. Tyran begins hitting Jake in the chest, doing not so much damage. "You don't have the right to talk about my family!" He shouts. As the younger boy continues to hit the leader, who has his arms up to cover himself. Tyran fails to notice the other two boys behind him holding large rocks. They hold the rocks above their head, going to strike the young boy in the head with them.

"Well, you won't be here to stop us!" Jake says, smirking. Tyran stops hitting him and slowly turns his head to see the dark shadows over the other two faces with evil smirks, the rocks over their heads. His eyes widen. "See you, never" They bring the rocks down... Time seems to slow down for Tyran as the bricks come closer to him...Until loud barking and growling cut them off. The group turn their heads to see a wolf running full speed towards them, its jaws snarling and crazed eyes lusting for blood. Sam and Kyle quickly drop the bricks and run away, screaming. Jake quickly pushes Tyran off him and gets up, tripping over at first before quickly following running after his friends. "I hope that thing eats you!"

"I'm sorry Granny, I've left you alone...I broke our promise..." He thinks. Tyran sits back on his legs with his head hung low, excepting his fate. He feels the wolf stop in front of him and he squeezes his eyes, waiting for the claws to dig into him, or for the jaws to snap around him... Instead, a warm hand rests on his head, causing him to flinch.

"You okay kid?" A soft feminine voice asks. Tyran slowly looks up and locks eyes with cognac eyes. Their brown locks falling from their shoulders...It's the woman from that night. His eyes scan around quickly only to see no sign of the wolf that had been running towards him moments ago. Fingers click in his face, bringing him back to the attention of the woman -who's now crouched down in front of him. "Hey, those brats didn't hit you in the head right?" Tyran shakes his head. The woman grazes her fingers on his cheek, clicking her tongue in silenced anger before looking at the boy with a smile. "And you're okay?" Tyran slowly nods. "Good. Now let's get you up off the ground and get that cheek of yours sorted." She holds out her hand and Tyran slowly grabs it before she pulls him up. The woman notices a wooden carving on the ground and picks it up, holding it out to Tyran. "This yours?"

"It must have fallen out of my pocket when they pushed me. I'm glad I didn't lose it." Tyran stares from the wood carving to the woman. He nods and she smiles.

"I'm Y/N...What's your name?" She asks.

"T-Tyran..." He stutters, grabbing the wooden carving of the bear and putting it back in his pocket. Y/N walks over to a bag and brings it over to Tyran. She opens it and brings out a clean rag and holds it up to Tyran.

"This may sting a little." She says, sympathy covering her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I don't want the cut to get infected." Tyran hesitates before nodding and Y/N brings the rag to Tyran's cut cheek. He winces in pain as Y/N gently begins dabbing the cut, making sure to clean it. After a few more seconds of cleaning, she grabs a bandage from her bag. placing it on the cut. "There, all done."

"T-Thank you." Tyran forces out. Y/N nods with another gentle smile. "T-The wolf!" She nods again. "What happened to it?"

"I scared it off before it could come too close to you. Your lucky I was passing by kid, or I might not have been here to save you." Y/N says. The two begin hearing yelling from the village and they look over. "It seems the brats have caused quite the chaos." She grabs her bag and puts it over her shoulder. She looks down at Tyran, ruffling his head. "Now you try and stay out of trouble."

"But wait, why are you leaving?" Tyran asks. Sadness falls across Y/N's face but she keeps a strong smile.

"Because I don't want to hurt anyone." She says. Tyran turns to face the village from where the yells are getting louder.

"Hurt anyone? But why would you-" Tyran turns back around to see Y/N gone. He looks around for the woman only to see no sign of her, just like that night. It's like she just disappears.

"Over there! That's where we saw the wolf!" Jake shouts, pointing over to where Tyran is. And no wolf in sight.

"I don't see anything kid." One of the men asks.

"I'm telling you there was a wolf over there!" Jake shouts.

"I don't see any wolf, son. Now, I know how you are with your pranks, but this is a little far."  An elder man, Audric, says- seemingly the leader of the village.

"It's not a pra- AH!" Jake yells in pain as a woman grabs him by the ear.

"What have I told you about pulling pranks!" The woman, seemingly his mother, says- walking away from the small crowd.

"But I wasn't pulling a prank, mama! Ask Sam and Kyle! Even the freak saw the wolf!" The small crowd look to Tyran who shrugs, they sign and begin dispersing. The elder man walks over to Tyran.

"Did you see a wolf, son?" Audric asks. Tyran shakes his head. The elder man looks at the boy's cheek, frowning. "What happened to your cheek there?" Tyran remains quiet as Audric sighs. "Has Jake and his friends been picking on your again?"  Tyran shakes his head.

"No sir, I just fell over," Tyran says, looking up at the man with a smile. "I'm always a bit clumsy!" Audric, knowing he won't get the truth from the boy, simply shakes his head and smiles at the young boy.

"It seems like you picked that up from your grandmother," Audric says, chuckling lightly. "Speaking of, let's get you back home." Audric places his hand on the boy's shoulder and the two begin walking back to the village, not before Tyran takes one look back- in hopes of seeing the woman again- only to see nothing but the forest. He sighs and turns his head back around, walking back into the village.

Tyran lays in his bed, staring up at his ceiling. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky as he sits up to look out his window to look up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity.

"It's been nearly a week since Y/N saved me." Tyran thinks, looking down at the wooden carving of the bear that sits on the windowsill. "I told Granny about it but she just tells me that I have a wild imagination. But I know she's real...She has to be..." A shadow appears in the corner of his eye. He turns and sees a figure walking down the street, dragging what looks to be some kind of dead animal, a deer to be exact. "It's her! I know that hair anyway, and who else would be walking around the village at this time." Tyran doesn't waste time as he jumps out of his bed and begins getting his shoes on and a coat. He quietly makes his way down the stairs, as to not wake up his grandmother, before quickly grabbing a lantern and lighting it.

The front door creaks open as he peeks his head out, looking both ways before beginning his mission to follow Y/N. Tyran holds the lantern up high as he crosses the stone bridge to which he sees Y/N walking past the forest edge and instantly disappearing behind the leaves. Tyran is quick to follow in pursuit, careful of his step as to not make any noises that could alert the woman.

"For dragging a dead deer, she's walking pretty fast. Just how strong is she!" Tyran thinks as he spots her a bit away from him. He continues to follow her, hiding behind rocks and tree trunks to avoid being spotted. This goes on for what seems like hours until he spots her climbing up rocks and boulders, which are arranged in a dangerous yet do-able path, the dead deer now over one of her shoulders. She disappears over the edge and Tyran looks up, gulping deeply.  "T-This is dangerous. Maybe I should just head home"  He contemplates what he's going to do, looking up the mountain then to where he came from before shaking his head. "I've come too far to turn back."  He blows the lantern's flame and places it off to the side before beginning his climb up the rugged path. He huffs and puffs, his arms shaking with his weight as he pulls himself up but he continues.

He eventually reaches the top where a cave resides and he slowly makes his way to stand at the entrance. The glow of the moon is his only light as his eyes peer into the cave, however inside he hears shuffles and growling and not long after he hears squelching? He walks a bit into the cave until his eyes adjust to the darkness and his face drops of horror at the sight...Facing away from him stands a wolf with its jaws dug into something, blood covering its mouth as it eats whatever it is. Tyran slowly begins walking backwards and out of the cave, not wanting to alert the beast of his presence. However, the world had a change of plans for him as he steps on a twig. The wolf's head snaps up from its food, allowing the moonlight to shine past it and on the now visible dead deer.

"T-that was the deer Y/N was dragging, but where is she?!" Tyran thinks, his body frozen in fear. The wolf turns around fully and begins walking towards Tyran. He freaks out and is quick to turn around and make his way back to the dangerous path. He looks down, not knowing exactly how to get down. He hears the pads of paws and he turns around as the Wolf exits the cave, blood dripping from its muzzle, and walks towards him. Its vibrant familiar cognac eyes piercing into his blue eyes. Unknowing to him the rock beneath him begins cracking. The wolf barks and whimpers before quickly jumping towards Tyran who stumbles back as the rock beneath him crumbles. He holds his hands out in front of him as he falls back, his eyes closed as he awaits the impact...Only for a warm hand to grab him and pull him up onto the safe ground.

"I told you to not get yourself into any more trouble. It's not safe around here, every step could lead to your death." Y/N says, looking down at Tyran. "Why did you follow me?" Tyran takes heavy breaths as he kneels on the ground and looks up at Y/N. Her eyes were the same as that of the wolf not to mention specks of blood around her mouth just as the wolf.

"Y-Your the wolf, aren't you?" Tyran stutters. "Y-Your the one who saved me from those boys...W-What are you?"

"Something that you need to stay away from," Y/N says, using her sleeve to wipe the blood from her mouth. "Now I'll ask again, why did you follow me?"

"I wanted to see you again, your different from other travellers that I've seen come through the village and I was curious" Tyran stands up as Y/N chuckles.

"Don't you know curiosity killed the cat?" Y/N says.

"Yeah, but satisfaction brought it back." Tyran shoots back.

"Satisfaction of?"

"Proving that you are real." Y/N shakes her head and turns around.

"You're one odd kid." She says walking away from Tyran and over to the cliff, sitting on the edge with her feet dangling down with nothing but trees down below. Tyran slowly makes his way towards her and sits down beside her, looking up at the woman.

"Why do you live out here?" Tyran asks causing Y/N to sigh.

"Wherever I go, whatever I do. Someone always ends up getting hurt. That's why I'm way out here and away from your home. I want to keep people safe."

"That's not your fault that people get hurt. It's a shame that they do but that's life."

"You don't understand kid. I'm cursed." Y/N admits. "My name is Y/N, yes, but I am known by everyone by a different name. The name I've been cursed to carry and forever hold. The name strikes fear into those that know of the legend...Legend of the Reaper."

"The Reaper?" Tyran questions. "I thought the Reaper was an old woman or something." Y/N looks at him confused.

"Kid, I've just told you that I'm the Reaper. Someone who brings death to people in a blink of an eye, how are you so calm?" Tyran shrugs.

"Well because my Granny always loved poems and stories but there was one poem she read to me about how Death is Beautiful(The name of the Poem btw). And she told me...:

'Everything must have its end, or there is no Beginning. Death is not the opposite of Life, but the counterpart to Birth. Death is beautiful because it represents change.'

"So your not scared of me because you...?" Y/N questions.

"Because I respect death and only accept its calling when I know it's my time." Y/N looks back to the mountains.

"In all my years of living, never once have I heard someone tell me that death is beautiful. Even I don't think it's beautiful." She lightly smiles. "You know, when you've been living alone for as long as I have, you get used to things. Get used to having no one but yourself to talk to and used to the silence that follows."

"But no one should have to live alone. Especially not you." Tyran gives the woman a side hug. Y/N flinches from the sudden contact, not having experienced such a thing for many decades. Tyran begins lightly crying. "You've been so kind to me! You've saved me life more than once and you never look at me in disgust like the village does! I-I don't want you to be alone. You've been alone for far too long!" Y/N looks down at him and hugs him close, rubbing his head.

"You can't be crying over that." She says, lightly smiling at the boy. "There are many people who are alone but most thrive of being alone. I happen to be one of those people, well on the most side I am." Y/N pats his head. "How about this, I'll come down to the village a bit more often, even during daytime. How does that sound?

"R-Really?" He asks, wiping his teary blue eyes and looking up at her.

"Of course, would I ever lie to you?"

"Y-You mean it!" Tyran asks, eyes sparkling. Y/N chuckles and nods. He smiles widely before hugging Y/N tightly. She laughs and hugs the boy back. The two sit on the cliff for hours and Tyran has moved to lay his head on Y/N's lap, who weaves her hand through his hair gently. She looks up from the boy and to the sunrise that's now peeking over the mountains, its golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue sky. Golden light dribbles over the valley like syrup, the leaves of the forest down below shimmering like a mirror flecked mosaic.

"The sunrise...One of the few things I love in my life." Y/N says. Tyran smiles at the sunrise.

"It's a new day, Y/N...Meaning new us..." Tyran trails off, closing his eyes and falling asleep. Y/N nods, smiling at him. She waits until she knows he's asleep and carefully picks him up, Koala style, and begins making her way down the mountain- careful to not wake the sleeping boy up. She spots his lantern and picks it up on the way and begins walking back to the village.

She makes it to his home, jumping up to the window and into his room. She takes off his coat and boots and lays him on his bed, pulling the covers up. She takes the time to look around his room, spotting the leather-bound book on the desk beside the bed and she picks it up, opening it.

"Today Granny gave me a wooden carving of a bear! She tells me that it represents protection and that for as long as I have it, I'll feel safe!"  She reads in her head, looking back down on the desk at the bear carving. She shifts her gaze to the sleeping boy, moving a strand of hair out of his face and smiling softly. She hears footsteps from outside the door and quickly puts the book back down and jumps back onto the windowsill, giving Tyran one last look before jumping out the window. The bedroom door opens and in walks an elder woman, his grandmother, who checks on the boy. She smiles when she sees him sound asleep and quietly closes the door.

I just wanna apologise for the incredibly long hiatus, just been busy. Going into college and such, and trying to get everything back on track. Updates may be like this for a bit- that's until I get a steady lifestyle again!

Oh, and as you've read, I've taken the one I wrote on the earlier chapters and copied and pasted it onto this one and changed a few words! And I have no outfit because I have no idea what your preferences are, but know that there is a hood but the rest is to your imagination! Also, this is sorta just like a filler thing showing exactly what happened and how it happened and such so I hope you enjoy it!!! It'll also be the longest one, so enjoy your backstory with Tyran!

[izzyfromdeadspace]

"Yeah a dark star due to how sad he was when he made you. I can't say for sure what was going through his head when he made you but I know he does it all out of love. And when he's finally free and safe I can bring him down to see you all." He smiled and just kept gently petting his hair to fill him up with affection. L needed so much care to make up for the life that fate had dealt him. It must still be pissed at him to be causing so much grief to those around him. He'd need to go talk to it again to see what was wrong and why it was so upset.

Izzy just looked at L and tried to relax a bit. Her ribs still ached and she was just thankful her skin hadn't been taken again. Who knew what he was doing with all the pieces taken from her. Blushing dark she just playfully nudged him. "Oh hush. Yer delusional. Ya gotta be." She couldn't handle all the compliments and wasn't sure how to react. He was making her glow and feel like she actually mattered. "Huh? Oh yeah she's my real ma. Fucked my daddy an everythin." She shrugged not ashamed of it. "I'm mostly Nova though. Hardly any human in me. Our bloods too strong ta dilute by breedin with other species." She tracked her mom and sighed as she was practically there already. "She's gonna be worried so don't freak out if she kicks down the door."

L wasn’t sure what was happening, he was dazed barely able to keep his focus, drifting in and out. He had been at his parents, they were out, he had gone to go make something to eat when a light had blinded him, then the ground fell away and soon he was falling. All of a sudden he fell down and hit the floor with a yelp, he had gone to get up, barely on his hands and knees one hand pressed to his head before he heard steps and then something struck him hard in the back of the head; he’d hit the floor and was distantly aware of talking.

Someone calling about an intruder under strange circumstances, the next thing he was aware of after blacking out was he was over someone’s shoulder, his wrists were bound painfully tight he could barely feel his fingers, the same as his ankles, his feet felt numb with pins and needles. He saw someone walking behind whoever was carrying him and he tried to focus but soon blacked out again.

Now he hit the floor and groaned, trying to force his eyes open he became aware of a desk, an office? He heard talking, something about light, no RIG or tech, then as he started to black out again he heard something about how ‘she’ appeared to be glowing, he barely even realised they meant him as he just fought to stay awake, his head throbbed and his eyelids felt heavy, what was this? Where was he? A small groan escaped him as he tried to shift his hands his wrists and ankles aching far too much.

@izzyfromdeadspace

[petitprincess1]

wouldn't mind seeing your swap moon and sun hcs

The post got barely any notes, but screw it. Like I said, imma have fun with it. I will say that keep in mind that I have not played the game myself, just seen bits of walk-throughs and going with what I've read in fanfics. Here we go:

Sun is still his cheerful and adorable self, but he uses that to his advantage. Who would think twice that this ray of sunshine would do any harm to kids? Plus, the fact that he has easy access to identifying and knowing the children's parents, he knows which kids would be the more trusting due to negligent parenting.

For those that get left behind longer, Sun will get them to play a few games with him to keep their trust. After he tires them out, he'll give them sundrops (actually moondrops, but wrapped in the sun-themed paper) and end up carrying them off to Vanessa. If they end up asking questions or don't drift off, Sun will tell them everything is okay. After all, lying is against the rules in the Daycare.

While he is energetic and playful, he isn't afraid to show when his "battery" has drained. Sometimes this'll lead him to be cruelly sarcastic with the children...but some don't care because they're kids.

Child: Sunny, can you help me do my homework? Sundrop: Oh, boy howdy, would I!! You know what? Why don't I just do it for you? It's not like I have several other sniveling kids to look after! Child: Sundrop, doing the kid's homework: *grumpy grumbles*

Sun is still an aggressive neat freak, but will have the children help out, if necessary. Either that or he'll hide it for Moon to clean up. (The latter is a little harder to do, since he's going against his programming.)

Sun takes out his passive-aggressive behavior on the security guards and/or assistants that help out. Sometimes even freaks them out about infinitely fragile they are compared to him.

He doesn't fight when it comes to switching places with Moon. If anything, he enjoys the relief, especially since he's been trying to fight against the virus.

Moondrop is much more soft-spoken than how he is in canon and very down-to-earth with the children. It's rare to ever see him not down at their level to help them feel more comfortable.

If a child is afraid of the dark, he can make the stars on his outfit glow like little nightlights. Sometimes he'll even "nap" along with them, showing that there is nothing to be afraid of.

He's still incredibly protective and will use the suspension cable to scare away intruders because of a "flying" robot. However, he will restrain them more than actually harm them. Moon has seen enough...harm.

While Moon is happy that the virus has calmed with Sun, he is a little worried to leave him unattended. So, he tends to play as Sun's conscious more than half of the time. Luckily, he mainly has to intervene when it comes to adults rather than children.

Also, even tho the kids went missing on Sun's watch, the faculty still assumed it was Moon's fault. Even when Sun placed a child on timeout in a closet for several hours, they still blamed it on Moon. So, the light generators are still in use, leaving Moon very little time to be out.

Moondrop also has slight resentment toward Sun, due to being accused.

The two have a somewhat strained relationship with each other since the incident. They try to work on it, however. Moon even gives Sun words of encouragement and praise when he fights against the virus.

Plus, Sun needs Moon to keep his mind off of aiding Vanessa. He tends to figuratively and literally shut down whenever he is reminded of it. Although, Sun will eventually shake it off and pretend that it hardly bothers him.

Moon is also disturbed by Sun at times.

Sun, speaking internally: ...You know...any moment we could just squish that security guard's head like a grape, right? Moon: Sun: I mean, it would be so easy. A quick scream and- pbbbt -gone. Moon: Sun: Don't you find that funn- Moon: Sunny, I will make us go to Parts and Services so fast, if you don't shut up. Sun, mumbling: Party-pooper...

[msntoon]

Sarah Sanderson x Reader

Prompt: “I’ve never heard of a human girl with such a beautiful voice…”

Word count: 891

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You had had just about the worst day ever. The kids you were babysitting had acted like little devils, you nearly didn’t get paid, and overall it just wasn’t too great. Decidedly, you resorted to your usual form of coping. The method in question: blasting music through your headphones and singing along to the songs you knew. It was a good method in your opinion, wallowing in your sadness on the floor like some sort of dry fish. Nevertheless, it helped.

Humming along to the tune of one of your favorite songs, you pulled a blanket off the couch and laid down on the carpet. You had stuck glow-in-the-dark stars on just about every surface in your home. It made it more homey, in your opinion.   

“…I’m lying on the moon…”

Staring up at the ceiling, you felt a little more at ease. The tension left your body. You succumbed to the music.

“…my dear, I’ll be there soon…”

Sometimes, you wished you could stay like this forever.

“…it’s a quiet starry place…”

But you knew you couldn’t. In the end, you had responsibilities to keep up with.

“…Time’s we’re swallowed up in space-“

Well, maybe you could put some of them off for a while.

“-we’re here a million miles away…”

You were so sunken into the song, you didn’t hear the faint crash in your backyard, nor the window opening.

“…there’s things I wish I knew…”

You only continued to sing.

“…there’s no thing I’d keep from you…”

You continued to wish things could be a little more like paradise.

“…it’s a dark and shiny place…”

The vibrations coming from your chest seemed to cast a calming spell across the whole world…

“…but with you my dear, I’m safe-“

Everything was calm, if not for just one moment.

“-and we’re a million miles away…”

You opened your eyes, and almost had a heart attack at the sight of a woman you had never met before sitting peacefully on your couch. You sat up, taking off your headphones.

“Oh my god! Who-“ you were instantly cut off by the girl jumping up off the couch and straddling your waist.

“Shh, your voice was so pretty, won’t you sing some more?” Her voice was high-pitched and curious, and she had the most platinum blonde hair you had ever seen. 

“What… how did you get in here? I’m calling the cops-“ you reached for your phone, but she grabbed it and threw it across the room. You cringed, praying that it hadn’t shattered. 

“No! Please just sing some more. I’ve never heard a mortal with such a pretty voice, almost as pretty as mine,” she had the most pitiful puppy dog eyes. 

“That’s why you broke into my house? To hear me sing? Are you serious?” The girl nodded, bouncing up and down. You had to admit she was adorable. 

“You don’t seem very scared of me,” her statement caught you off guard. 

“What do you mean? Well of course i was a little freaked out that you broke in but you don’t seem to mean anything by it-“

“No no, i mean, everyone else thought it was pretty freaky that i was, yknow, alive,” suddenly, it hit you that she looked familiar. 

“You’re- you’re Sarah Sanderson,” you pushed her off of you, scooting back against the glass casing of the fireplace. You nearly screamed, but decided against it, as it might draw attention from the neighbors. You had no real reason to be in fear. Well, actually you did, but you tried to keep your mind off of it. 

“Uh huh, sure am, sing more please?”

You sighed and nodded. Maybe you’d get out fine. Maybe.

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Your voice felt like it would give out at any moment. You had sang for what felt like hours, and Sarah was milking every second of it. Strangely, you found it endearing the way she got excited when you repeatedly agreed to “just one more song.” She didn’t seem as bad as what the stories portrayed her as.

By now you had finally put an end to the endless songs, and convinced Sarah to settle with just talking instead. Your phone still softly played music while you both spoke. 

“…tomorrow we’ll dig through the garbage, and we’ll fish out all kinds of neat trash…” 

“Do you speak with mortals often?” You asked, leaning against the couch. You were sure it was well into the late hours of the night by now, but you couldn’t help but want to keep the conversation going.

“Oh no! Winnie doesn’t let me. She says all mortals are cruel and unjust, and thou shall never ever fraternize with them,” she paused, looking at the floor blankly.

“Oops,” she looked back up at you with a nervous smile, “Winnie must be worried sick about me.” 

“You probably want to get back, don’t you?” You stood up, holding a hand out for her. She happily took it and you pulled her up.

“Oh yes, most definitely. Would you like to come with me?” You didn’t understand the question at first.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure Winnie wouldn’t mind, as long as you don’t cause much trouble of course,” she smiled at you again. How could anyone say no to that?

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t got anything else to do.”

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A/N

Thank you for reading! I wrote this super late at night so if it's bad that's why. Tell me if you want to see more bc i will gladly write for you guys if you want me to

Happy Halloween! Hope everyone’s having a good holiday and staying safe💜