#hatchetverse fic

[littlesilentrebel]

chappppttttteerrrr ttttwwwwoooooo!!!!

original title: the new hatchetfield high- yes, i decided to change it, i didnt really like the first title but now we got a better one!

[fishblings]

Piece inspired by this fic by @dollarstoreartsupplies ! It's an AU where Tinky is Peters imaginary friend like Webby is for Hannah and it lives rent free in my brain.

[terrimavr]

Ngl the lords in black are so real because when I have a favourite character I also need to read fics of horrible things happening to them

[pinazee]

Small headcanon that max actually never knew who the mascot was and would talk to zeke about his hopes and deepest fears, and richie just sort of awkwardly comforted him and nodded along hoping max never found out who he was, and in a way, zeke was actually maxs closest friend.

[lillazyboithings]

Hey y'all! This is my first time participating in the @hatchetfield-bang! This is my art work for @ratsarecute4's fic called Ziria! (Link) Please go and check it out once it's released and make sure to check out the rest of the pieces that will be posted on the official hatchetfield bang account

[thepromisedbride]

the real reason that boy jerry hates ted so much and ted refuses to go into camp idontwannabang is because once ted tried to flirt with girl jeri in town and boy jerry caught him and now tries to kill him every time they come into contact

[thejagermeister]

one of the saddest lines in npmd to me is "who will pray for me / when i'm gone / or is this the eternal dark without a dawn"

because i wholeheartedly believe that entire segment is max projecting on richie. richie is a nerd, therefore no one will miss him. except that's verifiably false— what about ruth, peter, the football team who became his friends?

meanwhile, after max died... everyone rejoiced. no one misses him. he is completely forgotten. so he starts his revenge plot, killing the nerds that caused his death.

it's not only that, though. the wording of "eternal dark without a dawn" implies that whatever sort of afterlife max is experiencing as a ghost isn't good. sure, he gets to be powerful and get his revenge, but... without a dawn? without hope? without rest?

even if he did achieve his goal, i don't think max would have ever been happy as a ghost.

[weltato]

Thanks Word :/

Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri are now and forever collectively known as Children Jerry in my brain :)

[julia-writes-things]

I love the hatchetfield fandom so much like- *choked sobs*

everyone interacts with each other so much without fail, we all are so insane. Even the people I wasn’t / am not mutuals with i see notifications from going “oh that guy!”

I’ve never experienced such happiness.

[vilnmelling]

Chart memes, round 2

As I said, I'VE GOT MORE CHARTS!

Hailey would obviously go in the "keeps clogging the pipes" in the first chart, but my lazy ass couldn't be bothered to get a picture of her, so let's ✨pretend✨

[amazingmsme]

Are We Not Above This?

AN: a little late I know, but I’ve been busy & I’m trying to keep up! This one is my first real attempt at writing all the lords in black, & I’d love to write for them again! Here’s day 18!

Wiggly... tolerated his brothers. They each had their own quirks that both endeared him, and got under his skin. They argue more often than not, but they agree when it really matters. Because at the end of the day, they all want the same thing: chaos and worship.

He liked to think of himself as patient. Being immortal leaves you with plenty of time in your hands, and he's learned to spend it wisely. But even his patience wanes in the presence of a younger singling.

"There you are!"

"What do you want?" he immediately asked upon hearing Tinky's voice. He only ever bothers him when he wants something.

"Well that's rude! Not even a hi or hello?" he fake pouted, taking a step closer. Wiggly sighed.

"Hello. What do you want?"

"No one wants to play with me!" he whined childishly.

"I certainly don't."

"Heeeey!"

"I'm sorry, but I have more important things to do than mess around with your toy box," he explained.

"Those are my toys, you guys can't play with them anyways!" Tinky sassed, crossing his arms for good measure. "I just want to play tag! Is that really too much to ask?"

"From us? Yes."

"No one cares about me!" he lamented, throwing an arm over his face.

"Shut up. Why don't you just go chase one of your toys through that maze of yours? You seem to like that," he suggested.

"Noooooo," Tinky whined, stomping a hoofed foot. "I want to be the one to run away! Can't you just play with me for a little bit?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Tag-"

"Stop."

"You're it!"

"I mean it."

"Tag," he repeated, poking his arm once more. Wiggly shot him a glare and flinched away.

"I'm not playing!" he insisted, shoving his hand away. Tinky smirked, knowing his brother was starting to crack.

"Ta-"

"You have five seconds to run."

Tinky tensed up, almost taking off right then. "Really?"

"Four."

He wasted no more time and started running off into the void. He didn't know where he was running, or where he'd hide, but he was about to have some fun.

He didn't make it very far before he felt a tentacle wrap around his waist.

"Tag. You're it."

"Hehehey, noho fahahair! Tentacles ahare totally cheheating!"

"Sounds to me like you just aren't fast enough," Wiggly taunted smugly.

“No, you’re just a cheater!”

“No, this is cheating!” he wiggled a few tentacles beneath his clothes to wiggle and poke at bare skin. He squealed and twisted in his hold, dropping unceremoniously to the ground. He barely dodged another tentacle as he scrambled to his feet, yelling for back up.

“Blinky! Blinky, hehehelp mehehe!” he cried out as he ran for his life. Wiggly followed behind at a slower pace, knowing he would catch up eventually.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to play,” Wiggly taunted as he closed the distance between them.

“I dohoho!”

Wiggly smirked and cocked his head. “Then why are you running away?”

“Because you’re gonna get me!”

Wiggly couldn’t help but chuckle. “How right you are.”

He squealed and ran a little faster, but still not fast enough to actually get away.

“Help, he’s gonna kill me!”

“And who do you think’s gonna help you? Nibbly? He’s just as bad as you! And we both know Blinky and Pokey would be on my side anyways.”

“Hey!”

“Actually, he’s right,” Blinky spoke up, suddenly blocking the way. Tinky slid to a haunt before he ran into him.

“Blinky! Come on, you gotta help!”

“Oh I plan to,” he said, lowering his sunglasses with a sweet smile. “You said you wanted to play, right?”

“Noho wait!” Tinky panicked and shot his hands out, burying beneath his fluffy sleeves to scribble in his armpits.

“You lihihittle shihihit! Wiggly, get hihihim already!” Blinky squealed and doubled over in his brother’s arms.

Wiggly took his sweet time, watching in amusement as they both fought for the upper hand. “Why would I do that, when I could have two victims for the price of one?”

Tinky had already accepted his giggly fate, but the look of shock on Blinky’s face was priceless.

“I was trying to hehehelp you!” he cried out in betrayal as the tickly tentacles separated the pair, stretching out their arms to make it easier to get at their spots.

“That was your mistake then, wasn’t it?” he asked in a patronizing tone, not waiting for an answer before he struck.

~~~

Pokey had been trying to rehearse when he was interrupted by the agitating, grating sound of his brothers. At first he tried to ignore them, but they only continued to get louder and louder, and now he could hear both Tinky and Blinky screaming for help.

“I swear,” he mumbled to himself as he stormed off to tell them to shut up. But he stopped in his tracks when he came upon the scene, a rare, fond smile gracing his lips.

“Tentacles are cheating,” he spoke up, making his presence known.

“Thahahat’s whahat I sahahaid!” Tinky yelled over the force of his laughter.

“He was bored and wanted to play a game. I thought he needed help tiring out,” Wiggly explained. Pokey hummed in understanding, wandering over.

“He usually does,” he agreed with a sly smile. “And I heard that revenge is a great way to relieve excess energy!” he added, chuckling at the way Wiggly’s jaw dropped.

“Traitor!” he gasped, ignoring Blinky’s cry of, “Takes one to know one!”

Pokey was halfway done with pinning Wiggly to the floor when Nibbly rushed in, panting and out of breath. “Are you guys seriously having a tickle fight without me?” he dramatically yelled before throwing himself into the fray.

It had been far too long since they all had a good old fashioned tickle fight, but they all secretly vowed to make sure it would become a more frequent occurrence.

[bow-of-aros]

What do you want, Pete?

I decided to just say fuck it and post this here in its entirety just for funsies :))

Summary:

What if the thing that Peter Spankoffski treasured most wasn't Stephanie Lauter, but instead his older brother who'd gone missing months ago?

Guys. I've gone literally insane over this series. Ted and Peter are so babygirl to me I love them so much. I just. ALDSJDKSJLDAJKSJK you know?? Anyway, enjoy this idea that took over my brain until I got it out!! <33

One of you must give up the thing you treasure above all else. 

Those words ring in Peter’s ears. Vaguely, he can hear Steph offer something with a very unpleased reception that makes him cringe out of some deep-seated survival instinct, and he feels fingers that are longer than they should be and uncannily boneless card through his hair.

“Steph?”

His voice reverberates through his head as though coming from underwater. His eyes land on the gun in her lap, and something in the back of his mind whispers danger!

It’s drowned out by the crash of memories that yell TED!

Ted Spankoffski, Pete’s older brother by over a decade and the only family member who’d ever bothered to give half a shit about him. Their parents had dropped Peter off at his doorstep at the ripe young age of six, right when they realized that a second child wasn’t going to be the thing that saved their failing marriage and fucked off to who knows where. The only contact he had with them was when they sent Ted money to put towards supporting a whole ass other person when he was just barely out of college.

Every time he met someone, they would raise their eyebrows and say, “Spankoffski? Like Ted Spankoffski?” and then pat him on the shoulder sympathetically when he said yes. Pete always had to push down the anger that threatened to bubble up because, yeah, Ted could be an asshole, but nobody even bothered to know him before making their fucking judgments.

Ted had had a shitty life, with the same shitty parents Peter had, and then had a child dumped on him before he’d even had the chance to properly figure out who he was.

By all accounts, Ted should’ve been an awful guardian, and it’s what everyone seemed to assume. But damn if he hadn’t done his best.

He’d driven Peter to school until he was old enough to take the bus on his own. He’d shown up to every science fair and asked a shitload of questions just to make Peter smile as he answered them. He dressed Peter up for every pointless graduation and cheered embarrassingly loudly when his little brother walked across the stage.

When Pete got older, Ted had been the person to cut his hair and take him shopping for new clothes when he first came out as trans. He’d sat the kid down and told him that he’d always have Ted, and always have a room in his apartment. Then, he’d added that if any of Peter’s dork-ass friends ever needed a place to crash, that the door was always open.

A few months ago, Ted had left mid-hookup with Charlotte Sweetly to pick up a bruised and bloodied Peter from school. He’d almost made it through the school day before bumping into Max Jägerman on the way out and Ted had made it across town in an amount of time that had to have been illegal. They’d spent the rest of the night after getting Pete patched up and sitting on the couch watching trashy TV, Ted muttering increasingly absurd threats of violence towards someone half his age the whole time until Peter finally cracked a smile.

The next morning, Peter Spankoffski had woken up, and his brother wasn’t there.

It wasn’t a big deal at first. Ted might’ve gone to work early (unlikely) or met up with a friend (what friend?). But, after hundreds of unread texts and unanswered calls, Peter asking anyone he could think of if they’d seen Ted to no avail, and waiting up every night until he passed out from sheer exhaustion, straining his ears for footsteps that never came, well…

It’s Hatchetfield. People go missing every day.

“Pete?” A hand on his shoulder ripped him back to the present, and Peter scrubbed away tears as he looked at Steph’s terrified face.

He turned his face away from her.

He blinked.

And he found himself looking into the glowing yellow eyes of the crazy-ass goat man who seemed to already know him. T’noy Karaxis, a voice whispered into his ear, a foreboding sense of familiarity washing over him, making his blood run cold.

The Lord in Black grinned impossibly wide at him, blue tongue lolling out and the stench of death radiating off of it.

“Hi Petey-pie!” It laughed, and the laugh grated against his hears for seconds and for eons, “I think that I know what you want~”

Its voice had a horrible sing-song quality to it, like someone who’s thrilled to know a secret that you don’t. The longer that Peter looked into its eyes, the harder his head pounded. Its rectangular pupils stretched far and wide, twisting into never-ending corridors that sent bursts of pain through him as his brain tried to wrap itself around the impossibilities.

“HEY!” The hand on his shoulder yanked him back, the paths of yellow fading as he saw Steph standing between him and that monster. “Leave him alone! What the fuck is your deal?!”

Its smile didn’t fade and Peter could feel its eyes burning into him even through the girl in front of him. The intensity only increased when he blinked to find Wiggly standing next to him, beaming with the sort of glee he would attribute to a kid on Christmas morning.

“Now, now,” He chided, “I’ve convinced my brother here to give up something very dear to him and it wouldn’t be nice if my little fwendy wend didn’t hear him out.”

Peter tried to smile reassuringly at Steph, but the It’s okay, I can do this that he’d wanted to convey had probably leaned more into Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Either way, she seemed to understand what he was getting at and stepped out of the way.

The second she did, a bright yellow flash blinded him. He could feel reality warp around him as the chilling screams from across hundreds of thousands of universes converged in this one fragile moment. When Peter opened his eyes again, blinking away the dots seared into his vision, what he saw nearly brought him to his knees.

Ted looked exactly as he did the last night they saw each other save for the tear tracks that streamed down his cheeks, soaking his shirt.

His brother looked up and a small gasp escaped his lips.

“Petey?”

Suddenly, this ritual meant nothing. The Lords in Black and Max Jägerman and this whole fucking town could go fuck themselves because Peter wasn’t alone anymore.

“Ted! Holy shit!” Neither of them mentioned how Peter’s voice cracked as he launched himself into his brother’s arms, sobbing into his chest as familiar arms wrapped around him and held him so tight he felt like he might explode. Finally, finally, he was safe.

“How touching.”

Except he wasn’t.

Their arms tightened impossibly more around each other as they looked up at Wiggly through teary eyes, clinging onto the flimsy hope that they wouldn’t be separated again if they could only will it hard enough.

Surprisingly, it was Ted who spoke first, “What the fuck do you want with my brother you sick fucks?! AM I NOT FUCKING ENOUGH FOR YOU?!”

Wiggly didn’t bother to acknowledge the outburst, attention solely fixed on Peter, green light seeping out of him and into the teenager’s pores, filling every inch of him with a sense of wrong.

“This is the other option,” The Lord’s eyes shone as maliciousness seeped into its voice, “Tinky has enough Teds to last him a good, long while, but things will be a little empty without him there. So, if you want us to take Maxwell off your plate, you can trade him,” A crooked finger pointed at Steph, “for her.”

Immediately, Peter and Ted started talking over each other.

“What?! I don’t even know where he’s been—”

“She’s a fucking child you can’t put her in the Box—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Wiggly silenced them both. His wrathful tone is in stark contrast to the rest of the Lords grinning and dancing behind him.

He stared down at them, “Alright, let’s make this a little more interesting. If you don’t want to trade him in, you have to send him back. You need to say the words I condemn my big brother to an eternity of torture to save a girl who talked to me for the first time a few weeks ago.”

Wiggly’s arms were spread wide, palms up like a benevolent god, “Your choice, Peter. Of course,” He said, walking back over to Steph, “You won’t have to give up your brother if she puts a bullet through your skull. Just think, you could set your brother free, and you have options!”

A cacophony of laughter echoed through the gym, rattling their bones and reverberating against the crash of thunder that sounded outside.

“We’ll leave you to decide. Hopefully, Maxy doesn’t get you first!”

And then they vanish, but not without Tinky leering at the still entangled brothers and whispering Tick-fucking-tock.

Silence rings through the space, the only thing keeping Pete grounded being the warmth of his brother at his side. Steph is looking down at the gun in her trembling hands, tears slowly starting to drip from her eyes as Grace just stares down at the Black Book, blood drained from her face and seemingly catatonic.

“Pete. Petey.” Ted turns to look him in the eye and there’s something achingly different. Aside from the sliver of yellow that rings his pupils, they look so old and so scared. Like he’s been away for decades instead of months, seeing things no one should ever have to see.

And from what he’s heard, that might not be too far off.

Still, Ted pressed his lips into a firm line to steady his voice before saying, “You have to send me back. The Box is no place for a kid and you will not fucking die, do you hear me?!”

No matter how tight Ted is holding on, Peter can still feel how he’s shaking, can still hear the slight break in his voice as Ted’s eyes dart frantically across his face, drinking in the sight of the brother he thought he’d never see again.

“I can’t. I can’t.” He’s crying again, but Peter can’t be bothered to give a damn right now, “I love you. You’ve been gone for months and it’s been horrible. I can’t do this without you Teddy.”

Ted flinched at that, squeezing his eyes shut and taking in a shaky breath as emotions flickered across his face too quickly for Peter to decipher.

“I love you too, Pete. That’s why I can’t let you be fucking stupid, okay?!” Ted ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, but you have to let me protect you. Send me back and never even think about the Lords in Black again, graduate high school and live your life and date Stephanie fucking Lauter.”

At her name, Peter’s eyes flickered up.

He looked at her.

He looked at the gun in her hands.

He looked back at his brother.

“You’ve protected me my whole life. It’s my fucking turn.”

Peter disentangled himself from Ted despite his frantic protests and ran up to Steph, wrapping his hands around hers and, subsequently, curling her fingers around the gun.

“Steph—” He was cut off almost immediately.

“No. Nonononono Pete I won’t. I can’t.” She pleaded with him, “Trade me in, I don’t have anything left here anymore. My dad’s dead, I never really had any friends, and any potential I had went down the gutter years ago."

Her gaze flickered over to Ted who was not-so-subtly trying to inch closer to Grace and the Book, much to Grace’s growing annoyance. “But you can get your brother back! I know how much you’ve missed him, how much he means to you. You’re going to make a real difference, Pete. You have shit to live for and I don’t.”

Ted was walking up to them now, having given up on Grace, and seeing how determined he was to keep them safe only solidified the decision he’d already made.

“Look. I’m not sending either of you into whatever Hell dimension Ted literally just got out of.” Peter turned to face them both, speaking fast and leaving no room for interruption, “I’ll let Max kill me before I do that to either of you. I’m dying either way, let me at least do something good with it.”

Something shifted in Steph’s face, a realization that Peter wouldn’t be swayed, and she nodded shakily as she adjusted her grip on the gun.

“Do it, Steph. Please.”

He took a few steps back, ignoring Ted’s desperate Nononono Petey you can’t fucking do this! He tried to rush forward, but Steph raised the gun and aimed it right at Peter’s forehead.

BANG!

A force knocked Peter down, sending him to the ground as pain exploded through the back of his head.

Wait. The back?

Peter fought through the swimming in his head to pry his eyes open just to see that what was weighing him down actually wasn’t the darkness coming to claim him.

It was Ted.

“Ow! Ow ow ow fucking OW!” Ted rolled off from on top of his younger brother, clutching at his shoulder, “Your aim is fucking shit, Lauter! Jesus Christ.”

Peter quickly scrambled to his knees, hovering over his brother who had just taken a bullet for him, tears welling up again for the millionth time, because apparently today was the day for it.

“Shit Ted!” He wasted no time in ripping off his sweater, leaving him in his white collared shirt, and pressing it to the rapidly bleeding wound in his shoulder, “You dumbass! What the fuck were you thinking?!”

And Ted laughed at him, “What the fuck was I thinking? What the fuck were you thinking?! That bullet wasn’t even going to hit you in the head!” Peter pressed down a little harder and Ted hissed out a breath from between his teeth, “Holy shit being shot hurts more than I thought it was going to and I have had a lot of shit done to me.”

“What are you talking abou—”

“Well, well, well,” Thunder rumbled through the gym, seemingly disregarding trivial things like walls and ceilings in its volume, “Look at what we have here.”

“Oh God. He’s here.” Steph crowded up against Peter and Ted, shielding them with her body as Peter desperately tried to keep the pressure firm with his shaking hands.

“I didn’t know that there were two dork-ass Spankoffskis!” Max walked out from behind the bleachers, a mock pout sitting on his lips, “But I was really hoping that Steph was going to make my job a little easier and get rid of the little bitch. Too bad, now it looks like I get to kill two for the price of one!”

“But first,” His hand whipped out unnaturally fast, grabbing hold of Steph and throwing her off to the side, “I’m going to deal with you. You lured me to my death! You betrayed me, you fucking Judas!”

“Your brother’s going to be just fine, Peter.” The nurse looked down at him with sympathetic eyes as he hunched over Ted’s hospital bed in the uncomfortable plastic chair that seemed to be mandatory for some insane reason. “He got lucky and the bullet didn’t hit any major arteries. Maybe you should go home and get some rest. Take a shower, get a change of clothes, we’ll keep an eye on him until you get back.”

“So you do know the Bible!” Oh. So that’s where Grace went.

---------------------------------------------------

Even the thought of letting Ted out of his sight drenched him with fear, so he squeezed Ted’s hand tighter and said, “No, thank you. I think I’m going to stay here until he wakes up if that’s alright.”

For a brief second, Peter could’ve sworn that he saw a brief flash of annoyance accompanied by a yellow shine in his eyes before it was gone and an understanding grin took its place. It was so convincing that Peter almost started questioning whether he was losing it but, after everything he’d been through recently, he wasn’t going to be taking any chances.

The door swung open and in walked Steph wearing mismatched clothes from the lost and found and trying to dry off her damp hair.

“Hey, Pete.” She said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “He wake up yet?”

His eyes fell back onto his brother. Even asleep he looked exhausted, deep lines worried into his skin that hadn’t been there before. When was the last time he’d gotten some rest?

Peter shook off the question, adding it to the pile of shit he was going to be asking Ted when he woke up.

“No. Not yet.”

She pulled back with a slight wrinkle of her nose, “Yeah, well, no offense Pete, but you fucking reek. I left a pile of clothes that I think might fit you on the chair, so please go take a quick shower. I don’t care if all you do is rinse yourself off, you have to do something.”

“But—” He didn’t get very far before Steph gathered his free hand in hers.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to him, okay?” Steph looked him in the eye, “Pete. I won’t even blink until you get back, I promise.”

And, you know what? He believed her.

Peter gathered up the clothes with a grateful smile and a quick glance at Ted who was still lying there, “I swear to God, Ted, if you’re not still here when I come back I am going to climb into that Box and kill you myself.”

The hospital walls were bright and seemingly endless and too close to the labyrinth he’d seen in that thing's eyes, so it was a relief when he turned into the washroom and locked himself into a shower stall.

There was a mirror in there and wow he looked like shit, no wonder people kept telling him to take a shower. But something was off, and as he looked a little closer, Peter realized that his eyes weren’t the usual brown.

Instead, they were a bright yellow.

His reflection grinned at him, and that stink of death roiled over him as it spoke.

“Just you wait, Petey-Pie! Soon, I’ll have you and my precious Teddy Bear back in my collection.” His skin started peeling from his face as his jaw stretched until it dislocated and then kept going until a long blue tongue spilled out, “Oh boy! We’re going to have so much fun.”

And then Peter blinked, and his own pale, terrified expression stared back at him again. Brown eyes and all.

The worst part was that he could still smell it. He must’ve taken the fastest shower of his life, scrubbing himself until he was nearly raw before throwing the clothes onto his still-soaked body and rushing back to Ted’s hospital room.

He crashed through the door, heart pounding, just to see Ted and Steph exactly where he’d left them.

Except, Ted looked over at him with a weak smile and Peter nearly collapsed in relief.

His brother extended an arm in invitation and Peter basically dove into the bed beside him, holding on tight and telling his racing heart to calm the fuck down because Ted was here.

“Hey, Petey.”

Ah, shit. More tears. Because of fucking course there would be.

Peter managed a wobbly grin because everything was finally as it should be and said, “Hey, Ted.”

It was a nice moment until Steph cleared her throat a little pointedly, causing both Spankoffski’s to jolt guiltily.

“Jeez, Pete.” Ted jostled him a bit, mindful of his healing shoulder, “You’re a terrible fucking host. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

Peter went to sit up, and Ted’s arm tightened instinctively before letting him go, even though they didn’t fully break contact. “Yeah. Yeah! Uh, Ted, this is Steph.” Steph waved with a fond smile on her face, “And Steph, this is my brother, Ted.”

Ted reached out with his good hand, “Nice to meet you. Kind of insane that my brother managed to pull someone so far out of his league, but you’ve got a good guy on your hands.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Steph had to raise her voice to be heard over Peter’s groan, “And I know, Mr. Spankoffski, I’m just happy that he decided to give me a chance.”

“Oh God, kid, don’t call me that. My name’s Ted.”

As Peter listened to them talk, he laid his head on his brother’s chest, revelling in them all being alive. As sleep overtook him, the melodic harmonies of Ted’s heartbeat and the clock on the wall settled within him. A promise that they would make it through.

Thump-thump.

Tick. Tock.

[fishblings]

Fanart of a scene from this fanfic by @dollarstoreartsupplies ! Once again the "Tinky as Peter's imaginary friend" AU. Baby Pete is so cute in it! He deserves better. I like the idea that Tinky appeared more cute and doll-like when Peter was a child and became more freaky as Peter got older.

[marvelmaniac715]

I’ve had a really stupid idea for a crack fic where a Starry Child (or someone with influence and power who is considering becoming a Starry Child) summons Wiggly and offers a really great sacrifice/money if he’ll do just one thing… sign up to become his toddler’s babysitter. And the catch is that he has to take care of the child - WELL, without injuring them - whenever the person asks for a whole year. Sure, Wiggly COULD kill them, but it’s a really good deal and summonings that are actually worth his while haven’t occurred for YEARS, so… how hard is it to toddler-proof an eldritch dimension anyway?

[eli-am-confused]

“John? John I think I fucked it up again.”

And for a moment- a horrible, sickening, stomach churning moment- John was taken back to another time, to another place. He was too late back then as well. He had promised himself he wouldn’t find himself being too late again, not after losing one of the most important men he had ever met. Not after his world ended the first time. It looks like John couldn’t keep his promise to the himself, nor his promise to his partner, nor his promise to the president. And they were all going to pay for it evidently.

He moves forward more quickly than his brain could comprehend. He caught President Goodman- Howard, John reminded himself, he preferred to be called Howard- before the man hit the approximation of what could be called the floor. John didn’t even notice when the green tentacle slithered away, couldn’t possibly pull his attention away from Howard long enough to remember that the man who used to be Wilbur Cross was still there, just a few feet away.

There was a ringing in John’s ear, as if a bomb had gone off. He felt his hands trembling, though that may be Howard quivering with the pain, or fear, or cold, or perhaps all three at once. There was also the feeling of a warm wetness in his lap as he held Howard, he knew exactly what that was but chose not to acknowledge it to himself. He could see his world going blurry with the wetness of tears. A metallic smell John knew all too well started to drift through the air. It was all a distinct reminder that he was still alive even as his world felt as if it was ending all over again.

[tapestryoftrauma]

ive decided im gonna stop feeling shame about talking about my fics -- so !! if you wanna read a fic exploring emma's return to hatchetfield and her emotions with jane's funeral, please give my fic a read i'd really appreciate it !!

this was requested by my friend milo, and well -- if anyone is interested in fic requests i might open them to tumblr instead of just the discord server im in so lmk if you would want that !