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[random-meme-bot]

When did you initially come up with your oc's? Like... long has the concept of hexes on the shelves existed in your head? :0

Also, this may be a hard question but do you maybe have any voice headcanons for them? :o

Ok this is actually a hard question to answer, since the actual idea of a duo of character that can see ghost and it's ghost partner started way way back when I was a kid due to a pair of Spanish educational point & click adventure games called "Central de Fantasmas" (ghost central)

While the games are surprisingly high quality for the standars of educational games (the guy voice actor also does Fry in futurama as well as a lot other characters in other shows), all things considered they didn't do much with the ghost idea, so it led to my kid shelf imagining this stories about a duo of characters one human and one ghost, I'll be honest I don't remember anything about them.

A few years back, on 2022 I got really nostalgic for this games and decided to play them (took a while to make them run since these where designed for Windows XP tops) and the memories of me playing came back and through the next days of playing I started again tinkering with the idea of a human/ghost duo, it all clicked when YouTube recomended me the song "All my friends are ghost" by Dib Dooley (the original non music video is older but it's no longer on her channel)

That's the point where my mind gave form to Ely, this parody of a mystery children book protagonist, unlike those who pieced things together out of clues that then would lead them to traping the villan thanks to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Ely was clumsy, almost always was in the wrong track with her assumptions, and only managed to catch the bad guy at the end and survive fighting against literal crime bosses because of her friend Dan, a grumpy ghost who despite what he says really cares about Ely and makes sure to protect her, all lead to this.

The first ever art of Ely & Dan.

Ely's dressing was roughly inspired by another parody of Kids mystery books, Jenny LeClue, while Dan's was inspired by Gibson from the Webtoon "Greetings from Grisley".

Despite the fact that Jenny doesn't have a hat while Gibson does, the hat actually was originally drawn as part of Elly's design to complement the detective look, then it was given to Dan as it's design looked to simple.

The idea kept going in my head and some questions started to form "Why can Elly see ghosts?" "Why does Dan want to become a writer so bad?" "How does Dan manage to pay the bills with him being a ghost and his book store not making any money?".

That's the point where I decided to actually make a story out of this and started to learn how to use adventure game studio, when I more or less had an understanding of how everything worked and had programed a way to switch between normal Ely & Dan Elly, I realized that I didn't have any sprites or artist abilities, after some days and a bunch of re doing I had the sprite versions that I posted over here.

I decided to park the project for now and develop some art skills moment in which I started to draw other ideas I had (check the art section in my pinned post for more on that).

The Ideas for Ely & Dan keep going in my head evolving until their current version and at that point I just couldn't take it I needed to share them, so I took your advice and decided that even if they weren't going to look the best they could at least they were going to look, and so Elly & Dan were posted.

So yeah, to answer it simply, the concept as we know it today, middle of 2023 more or less, the original concept more or less middle to late 2022, the Original idea 2010 or so...

Also about the second question, I don't, I've tried to come up with voices for them both in English & in Spanish but they always change.

[edwinspaynes]

in a netflix article it said niko and the sprites are on an astral plane! the soapstone bear that tragic mick gave her pulled her soul out and took her there (netflix . com/tudum/articles/dead-boy-detectives-ending-explained)

I've been DEVOURING interviews left and right, so I have NO IDEA how I missed this! Omg.

Here it is for people who want to see it but don't have the time/ability to read the article:

In her hand, she’s grasping the soapstone figurine. “She has it when she’s killed by Esther,” Yockey explains. “The soapstone polar bear pulls her soul out of her body and sends it to the astral plane. And the astral plane is where we find her and the Dandelion Sprites in the igloo at the very end.”

I'm so happy about this omg! That means that she's a ghost already, right? Cue my season 2 wish for Edwin to teach Niko ghosty things...

(Still want to know if the sprites are big or if she's tiny. I'm assuming the former, but... pocket Niko in Edwin or Crystal's pocket would be SO fun. Or Charles's! I want more moments of them together.)

Also I love the confirmation of this! I already thought this, but it's nice to see an official source say it:

Niko’s clothing reflected her journey through the series too, says Dunsmore. “If you go back and rewatch and notice whatever color she’s wearing, it fits what’s happening in that episode,” she says. “The first time we see her, she’s in the green because it’s the Sprites’ influence on her. She’s wearing blue in an episode when Jenny is mad at her, so she’s feeling blue. She’s got the orange that represents her whole moment with the Night Nurse/the Night Nurse’s red hair.” 

<3333 Thank you anon I appreciate you!

[eddies-silly-art-gallery]

Made an Mane Six redesign/reboot based on Jenny Nicholson’s “The Applejack problem” !!!

So, if you haven’t seen the video, the premise is that there is a magic school ran by princess Celestia. All kinds of ponies are able to perform magic and every member of the mane 6 is a different kind of pony! Also, twilight is the reincarnation of princess Luna/nightmare moon and celestia is fostering her, trying to prevent her from turning back into nightmare moon.

I’ll explain my design process under the cut!

So, first of all! I wanted each pony to have a different main color, roughly fitting the colors of the rainbow. G4 almost did this, but they don’t have any green, so I changed that!

Now, let’s begin with the ponies!

Fluttershy

Fluttershy is a Breezy pony with a white coat, orange and magenta hair and magenta leaf shaped wings and antennae! He is also a boy now because Fluttershy is my favorite.

I’d imagine breezy ponies would be about the size of a g4 doll and have tinted acetate plastic wings shaped like different leaves and flowers.

For the colors, G3 Fluttershy and Posey did not convince me. Neither did Wysteria nor Sweetheart, which I also see associated with Fluttershy.

I attempted to look at ladybug themed ponies, but Ladybird and Lady Flutter were just pink, Twins baby Polka and baby Dot were too close to g4 fluttershy, and Lovely Ladybug was too purple. So I moved to other butterfly ponies.

I ended up having to decide between giving him G3 Fairy Dust’s colors or G2 baby Flitter’s colors. Ended up going with Fairy Dust.

If I were to make a revision, I’d make his mane fully orange since rn he is kinda too magenta heavy.

Applejack

The titular bitchular! Applejack is a wing pony with a green coat, a red braided mane and transparent red wings. Her colors are just G3 Applejack, but inverted.

I’d imagine Wing Ponies would be around g1 sized, but with g2/g4 proportions. Their wings would be transparent acrylic.

Rarity Sparkler

Sparkler is a glow pony with a sky colored coat, an indigo and magenta mane and two horns. She’s using G1 Sparkler’s near exact colors. Called her sparkler because that fit more with her being a glow pony.

Glow ponies would glow in the dark, have two or three horns and have tinsel on their hair. They would be the same size as wing ponies.

Twilight Sparkle Twinkle

A lavender unicorn filly with a deep blue mane with a periwinkle stripe. She might or might not wear pigtails and she has glasses. Her colors are mainly based on G3 twilight twinkle and beta g4 twilight twinkle. Decided to use twinkle instead of sparkle bc sparkler was already a character.

Unicorns would be the same size as wing and glow ponies, but twilight is a filly, so she is small. Like, g1 baby sized.

Pinkie Pie

Not much too say, she’s just pinkie pie. She is now a crystal pony.

Crystal ponies would be about the size of a g3 pony, and have clear acrylic bodies with glitter in them.

Rainbow dash Cloudy Kicks

Cloudy kicks is a yellow soft pony with magenta, green and cyan hair. Her colors I chose bc I thought she looked nice, though she kinda looks like g3 alphabittle. Named her Cloudy Kicks (MLPEG BG character in G4) because I thought it would suit her better now that she is a soft pony.

Soft ponies would be the same size as crystal ponies. They would have the same flocking gimmick as the so-soft line, but with the addition of a wooly or furry underbelly.

[cometcrystal]

for the anon earlier. some random pnf headcanons 💯 i might have talked about some of these before but i'll take any chance to talk about stuff i like

i've DEFINITELY talked about this one before but as adults phineas and isabella are divorced besties with a son. they love each other soooo much but the romance part just didn't really work.

yall also already know i hc jeremy as bi but i find it worth mentioning because it was one of my first lgbt headcanons EVER after i figured out i could do that. buford and baljeet were probably first.

eliza and nicolette are endgame. do you see my vision

it doesn't matter to the show whatsoever but i do have ideas for what happened to mr flynn and mrs fletcher. in my timeline mr flynn was abusive and linda left him when she was pregnant with phineas, and mrs fletcher died at some point. idk how. ferb was too young to remember her. i have not worked out how close she and lawrence were but she had green hair

phineas and ferb cure multiple cancers in 10th grade and make the patents open-source

one of my early internet friends turned the drummer in jeremy's band into an oc named hugo.... he was in a situationship with jenny that lasted well past their 30s

speaking of jenny i think she and django disappeared for a bit because their rich artist dad took them to. like. greece or something. for the remainder of the summer and theyre just living their best life on a veranda on the other side of the planet until the school year starts

phineas, ferb, and baljeet COULD graduate VERY early but they purposely stay in the same grade as their friends because they love them. once the acts/sats/ap exams come around though its over for you hoes.

candace and stacy went to horse camp (a week long program during the summer teaching kids to ride horses) every summer until high school. at which point they decided it was For Babies. but they're both still horse girls deep down.

since we know that jeremy has liked candace longer than she's liked him, i think he was a really shy kid. he was too nervous to even look at her some days. when she gave him that pencil that one time, he didn't even say anything. he broke out of his shell later and became a friendly young man but candace still made him nervous. etc etc.

xavier and fred are movie buffs. they're usually logging one film per day. if letterboxd still exists on the future their profiles would be legendary.

jeremy picked the name fred. he was fine with candace already having names picked out, but once they found out they were having twins, she texted him a link to a baby name website and told him to pick his favorite. He picked Fred.

jeremy has written an entire album about candace and its all shit that sounds like Chasing Cars and candace LOVES IT

stacy interning at owca is how she meets her girlfriend vanessa and also how she meets her future wife in uruguay

buford and isabella have ice cream romcom sleepovers and nobody else is invited this is THEIR bonding time

IN MY TIMELINE JEREMY AND COLTRANE WERE AT THE ROBOT RIOT IN THE ORANGE TREEHOUSE ROBOT WHILE CANDACE AND STACY WERE IN THE PINK ONE. #COPING

sometimes the flynn fletcher kids would spend entire days at the antique shop before candace was old enough to watch the boys

this isn't really a headcanon but i want to see some isabella and jeremy bro moments. Because of In love with #TwoCrazyRedheads

Thats the only ones i can think of right now. My hands are shaking

[amongsnot]

there is a certain beauty that lies in the creases of the world, when everything has seemed to pause in the space between what is real and what is fake. it is a space that jimmy can hold his hand up to and flex nimble fingers around, because they grasp a sort of air pressure that isn’t quite there, but jimmy can convince himself it is with enough hope.

the rest of his friends are walking back from a restaurant with full stomachs and big grins. they break off into their respective groups��jenny and manny, who have known each other longer then the rest of them have known robotic girls and have questioned where they stand on the line of good and evil, lead the way through the twists and turns of dimmsdale. 

jenny is wearing a cardigan that she doesn’t technically need, but wears anyways because she likes the way that it makes pretty girls stare at something besides the way her hair thunks together in the wind. manny is bundled up in a coat and a hat and a scarf and a myriad of other things that are not really acceptable for the fall temperatures. he claimed that he gets cold in the winter. the “like a cat” part was left unsaid, but the rest of the group shared knowing looks nonetheless.

and spongebob and danny are behind jimmy, but they do not talk with jokes on their tongues and quips on their lips like jenny and manny do. jimmy can feel their concerned gaze lingering on his back. they wring practiced fingers together and share worried, knowing looks. 

there is a certain truth to this night; one that jimmy had come to the conclusion of long before, but one that he has pushed away and away and away.

he thought that he could convince himself it was there with enough hope; but he failed, and that thought sits heavy in his stomach.

timmy stands next to jimmy. he is talking about a friend he made at college. he talks with big hand movements and a big, wide grin.

he does not stop and make sure that jimmy is paying attention when jimmy does not say anything. he talks and talks and talks: a certain unwarranted confidence to his stride as he grins at girls on the street and looks at drunk men who beat each other up in the hallway with wide eyes. he does not fear rejection, or flinch at the swing of curses that leave their mouths; as powerful and dangerous as the swing of their fists.

and that is why jimmy knows that this is something he has to do.

he sees the smile and the lack of fear in the boy that he grew to love, and he knows that even if he did everything in his power to make him remember, he will never be able to smile as much as he is now.

he sees the way that timmy talks about the family he has made at college with a large smile as he recites memories (memories that jimmy recognizes because they are memories of antics that timmy would do with the rest of them. memories of a different life). he sees the way that timmy furrows his brows when jimmy mentions going home early to eat dinner, before saying that he doesn’t quite remember ever having a family dinner before (and he doesn’t say it because he’s hiding a bigger secret. he’s saying it because he truly does not remember the way his parents left him and the way that he starved himself to sleep). he sees the way that timmy smiles in the face of anything orange (even if once upon a time he would’ve cried).

and jimmy wants to cry, because he cannot fix this.

he is supposed to. but he can’t.

he’s supposed to fix everything; the broken parts of jenny’s body when she malfunctions after one of their major battles. the broken hearts that are left behind when a fight breaks out among their headquarters, where an electrifying tension causes their hair to stand up on end. he is supposed to fix what is broken, and when you’re in the business as long as he is, there is a lot of things you have to fix.

but he can’t fix this.

he thought he could. timmy had warned him about his fairy-induced amnesia as soon as jenny and manny joined their team and they started to become something more than a wayward group that only met when absolutely necessary. he had told timmy, while clasping his hand as tight as he could, that he would fix this. he would get the broken pieces of timmy’s life—the amnesiac body, the torn mind, his absent fairies—and he would save him.

he had found the body with ease. timmy still lived in the same house in the same town in the same dimension. jimmy introduced himself under the faux that he and his friends moved in next door, and they were holding a wii tournament to get to know their neighbors. it was easy to say that timmy was the only neighbor who could make it. it was easy to tell timmy that it felt like they’ve known him forever. it was easy to relearn the boy with buckteeth.

he had relearned the mind with ease. timmy still had a weird adoration for the superhero with the red suit (and jimmy knew that it was because the superhero had a weird face just like him. timmy told him under the stars when it was just the two of them. timmy did not know that jimmy knew.) he still thought his elementary school teacher was weird. he still laughed at sex jokes and won every single mario kart tournament they hosted. it was still timmy.

he could not find the fairies.

(that’s a lie.)

he had looked everywhere he possibly could. he had found mr. crocker with the sole purpose of stealing his portal to fairy world. he had dug through every nook and cranny in timmy’s bedroom when he was out with the others for anything even remotely fairy-like—he had torn open the space between the creases of the world and clawed at the grabbable, holdable, air in front of him.

(he found them.)

but he did not give up. he had promised timmy that he would save him. he had clutched his hand tight and held it against his chest (his heart) as he told timmy that failure was not an option; as he told him that he fixed everything broken.

(they were with a girl with frizzy black hair. they pulled him aside when they saw him and told him that they can’t do anything to help him. that he should let timmy be happy. that ignorance is bliss.)

and, well, jimmy’s always been stubborn; he had no other option but to keep going.

but now jimmy’s attending timmy’s nineteenth birthday party, and time seems to stop as he realizes that the boy singing karaoke is not someone he recognizes.

jimmy does not recognize the boy who stands in front of him, carefree and happy as he sings a duet about russian spies with danny, a boy who he has only known for a year. jimmy does not recognize the way that he does not wear three earrings in his pierced right ear (green pink and purple) or the way that he does not immediately find jimmy in the crowd when singing the verse that annoys him (he always made sure to sing that verse extra loud, just to get on jimmy’s bad side).

jimmy recognizes his body and his smile and his laugh, but he cannot lie to himself for any longer. that boy in front of him is a changed boy without his memories.

and jimmy cannot convince himself that timmy is the same boy he was a year ago with enough hope.

that’s fine. he tells himself, as he watches timmy hand the microphone to manny before walking off stage and towards him. he can relearn timmy. he can learn what the difference is between an adolescent and an amnesiac version of his friend.

(he finds that he does not like the answer.)

“are you enjoying your birthday?” jimmy asks, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his knuckles. he tries to look at timmy in a way that he hasn’t looked at him since he was twelve and timmy was eleven and they were about yeigh-high.

he watches as timmy grabs manny’s shot glass and drowns it with a smile. jimmy flinches when it gets slammed on the table. the old-timmy took an oath against alcohol (it reminded him of his mom).

“yeah!” he says, and then his face twists in the way that suggests he’s trying to recall a memory that was lost as soon as he turned eighteen. “i don’t really recall ever having a birthday as good as this one.”

“that’s good,” jimmy says.

and the conversation ends there.

jimmy cringes, uncurling his fingers from where they rest underneath his chin and dragging his nails against the skin of his cheeks. he had never been forced to endure the tortures of awkward silence six, four, two years ago.

“timmy,” jimmy says cautionary, because he is stepping on egg-shells around a man that he once held so dear. “are you happy?”

timmy does not physically recoil, but jimmy can see the shock in his eyes. he does not respond right away, but the faint line of a smile in his lips is all the proof jimmy needs.

“yeah,” timmy says, looking down at what’s left in the shot glass in his hands. he swishes the contents around with a soft grin. “i got a b on that essay i had to write about that book i told you about! that was pretty cool.”

jimmy hums, but he’s not really paying attention. not in a way that matters.

(“timmy,” jimmy asks, because he had just entered the room after getting off a call with his parents, and they were alone. “are you happy?”

“what’s all this about?” timmy asks with a grin, making himself comfortable on the armrest as he turned to look at jimmy. jimmy knows timmy; he knows the way that his smile doesn’t quite match his eyes, and the way that his voice twangs with anger.

“are you happy?” jimmy repeats, because it’s really as simple as that. “when you were eleven, you had those calls with your parents daily; and you always ended them upset. you seethe about anything to do with babysitters—spongebob bought those books about that babysitting club from a garage sale and you threw them away almost instantly.”

and it’s obvious what jimmy’s hinting at. are you happy? can timmy turner ever truly be happy? can timmy turner have memories of sleeping on cold unfurnished floors after being locked in the basement and be happy? can timmy turner have memories of getting lashed as a child and be happy? can timmy turner have the memories of his childhood and be happy?

jimmy doesn’t think so.

but the worst part is, jimmy doesn’t think timmy turner can be timmy turner without his memories. 

it is the question of the ship of theseus. if it is the same body (that jimmy touches with tender fingers and loves with adoring gazes) and the same hands (that have touched and loved and prayed) and the same hair (that jimmy has ran his hands through so many times), but it does not have the same memories (it does not remember gentle nights alone, or holding jimmys hand as they run through the night, or being held in the lap of a loved one as he cards his fingers through his hair and tells him stories) is it the same man?

“yeah,” timmy says, but he says it with the smile doesn’t quite match his eyes. jimmy knows this. “i could always be happier, though.”

“how so?” jimmy asks, entertaining timmy’s attempts to change the topic.

“maybe if i had my loving boyfriend by my side while i made dinner,” timmy says, reaching his hand over and entangling his fingers with jimmy’s (and does a happy timmy turner remember this sweet moment? unimportant and unnecessary but so sickingly them?)

“you’re so corny,” jimmy says, but timmy grins and jimmy decides to push all thoughts of greek heroes and longingly grand gestures in the back of his mind.)

timmy turner says that he is happy with a smile that reaches his eyes.

and jimmy’s heart breaks, because he knows that if it is a choice between timmy being happy and forgetting, or timmy being sad and remembering, he will pick timmy every time.

no matter how much he can convince himself that he is enough, jimmy neutron knows that he will never be able to replace the burden that comes with forgetting.

nobody can.

and so timmy turner smiles about college essays and karaoke nights, because he has never known about a life harder.

(jimmy cries, later that night, running hands through his own hair and prodding gentle fingers against skin. he wishes he wasn’t cursed with the knowledge of remembering. he wishes he could forget like timmy).

and timmy comes to their next house with a grin. he is nineteen years old, and happier than jimmy has ever seen him

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— WONDERWALL

SUMMARY : teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.

PAIRING : beau arlen x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : jenny hoyt, emily arlen

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, unprotected sex (it’s only for fiction), fluff, implied softdom!reader

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : song title from oasis. hey, I said I’d be back and I beat the procrastination (in which I did my hobbies and homework while thinking about how easy it is to just post for my lovely readers) XX

Beau grunted softly against Y/N’s lips, his fingers digging into her hips the harder she ground against him. Her fingers tightened around his shoulders, kissing sloppily in his office, his dick hard in his pants and pressing into her core. He leaned his head back into the chair, dragging his large hands down her legs, squeezing her thighs before sliding back up. This time his hands slid up under the dress and her teeth gently grazed his throat, a low sound rumbling in his chest almost like a growl.

He panted heavily, squirming in his chair trying to get more friction. He bit his lip to keep himself quiet when she sucked at his pulse point. His hands slid up to squeeze her ass, bringing her impossibly close. Her fingers gently tangled in his hair, softly combing through and tugging at the strands behind his head and kissed her way back up to his lips.

She nibbled on his lower lip, pulling it gently as she circled her hips against his and moaned softly. He kneaded her ass in his hands, encouraging her, even wishing she’d give him more. She just released his lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth, bringing his head closer as she licked into his mouth. She swallowed his loud moan, wet beyond belief, her underwear sticking to her folds and probably leaving a wet spot on his pants.

She’d only intended on bringing him lunch, both of them eating together, enjoying the delicious food. Despite it being made by a criminal, it was better than anything she’d tried. And as he ate, he stared at her darkly, eyes filled with lust as they traced over her body wearing a short summer dress. She couldn’t exactly ignore it, not when he sat back in the chair and spread his legs, inviting her to sit on his lap, his lips swollen and pink from the jalapeños in his burger.

“Beau?” A knock on the door made Y/N nearly jump off his lap. Beau cleared his throat, eyes dazed and cheeks pink, his lips swollen and red, more than before. His hair looked alright but he ran his fingers through it anyway when Jenny opened the door. “Emily’s here,” Jenny smiled, stepping in and opening the door to reveal Emily who waved at them, just a little shy. Y/N leaned against the table with her back facing the door to recollect herself. She looked over her shoulder as Beau leaned over the desk to hide his excitement.

“Emily, hi,” Y/N smiled, turning to face the two women.

“Hi, Y/N,” Emily smiled back and Jenny left after giving Beau a final glance. “I didn’t know you were here, sorry.” Emily looked at the paper bags and the crumpled napkin on her dad’s desk.

“I was just gonna leave, we finished eating.” Y/N gave Beau a teasing kiss on his lips, smirking at him when she pulled away. He looked at her in disbelief, amused and excited, but he cleared his throat again, watching his girlfriend clean up the trash and throw it away. “Bye you two.” She gave Emily a hug and made her way out of Beau’s office, closing the door.

When Beau got home the sun had already set and all that remained in the sky were the last hues of dark orange in the horizon. The house was lightless but the living room was illuminated only by flashing lights from the television.

Y/N was reading from a thick packet, deeply concentrated on the couch, random sheets of paper were spread out in stacks on the coffee table where only she could know the order in which she separated. Beau kicked his shoes off at the entrance the way Y/N always instructed him to do, and shut the door a little loudly to announce his presence, which made her jump slightly.

“Beau, hey, sweetie,” she turned to look at him, smiling lovingly with eyes bright and full of love. He smiled softly and took his hat off, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door before making his way to her.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss before getting distracted by the endless paperwork around her. “Work was pretty busy today. I'm sorry I didn’t get to eat dinner with you,” he apologised, stroking her cheek. She shut her eyes, leaning into his touch, before looking up at him again.

“It’s fine, Beau.” She pushed the papers away from her lap to stand up on her knees and turned to face him. “I can warm it up right now if you’re hungry,” she offered, cupping his jaw to kiss him. His hands quickly found her waist, deepening the kiss and pulling her closer to him.

“I’m not hungry right now,” he murmured against her lips, then returned to kiss her again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She gasped softly, her fingers moving into his hair to keep him close to her mouth. His hand moved down her waist, squeezing her ass gently over the dress she was still wearing. “We have unfinished business.” He pulled away from her, eyes tracing the look on her face hardly illuminated by the TV every now and then. “You left me at the office like it was nothin’ after makin’ me hard…”

At that, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, patting his chest playfully. A little smile twitched the muscles of his cheeks and he eventually gave in, leaning forward to kiss her, but he got started immediately with his hands sliding up the back of her thighs under the dress. He toyed with the waistband of her underwear, his tongue sliding across her lip and pushing the wet and soft muscle into her mouth as soon as she opened up to him.

With her heart beating fast and her body becoming hot, she shoved his jacket over his shoulders, not letting him pull away as he tried to take it off and finally dropped it on the floor. The kiss quickly became desperate, pressing their lips hard against each other so their teeth occasionally clashed. With shaky hands, she started to unbutton his shirt, tugging it out of his jeans.

He slowly started to move her back, forcing her to nearly bend all the way into the couch again, his fingers hooked on her underwear to pull them down slowly. She let herself fall onto her back, smiling up at him from the couch. She finished sliding her underwear off all the way as he undid his belt expertly, eyeing the way she wiggled her hips and lifted the dress up past her hips.

“You’re the prettiest, darlin’,” he murmured, unzipping his pants.

“So are you,” she chuckled, watching him pull his pants down his legs. He snorted at her words, a blush heating up his face.

“You’re cute,” he shook his head, flattered. He just hopped over the couch and settled between her legs, leaning over her, he gave her a long kiss. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, feeling herself melt into the couch, blooming and opening up like a plant the longer he kissed her.

He leaned onto one of his arms, his blunt nails grazing her shoulder as he lowered the thin strap of her dress. He pulled back slightly to do the same to the other one, pulling the dress down to reveal her breasts, kissing her cleavage and taking his time despite how much she’d started to squirm.

Her knees squeezed his sides, her hips attempting to roll against his as he dropped kisses over her chest. His lips move up higher instead of lower, pressing soft kisses along her neck, licking softly and sucking the way she had done to him early. She gasped, throwing her head back into the couch to give him more access to her neck. His beard tickled her sensitive skin and he squeezed her hip when she started pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around his waist too.

“Beau,” she whined, pressing his boxer-clad erection against her wet cunt. A deep chuckle followed his quiet groan when he chose to ignore her.

This was payback for the way she left him wanting more for hours, his mind constantly fogged with fantasies, distracting him from work. Even after he’d softened, he’d started to harden all over again remembering how she felt earlier in his lap.

Moving back down to her breasts, he lapped at her nipple, flicking her neglected nipple with his fingers, gently brushing, pinching, and squeezing. Her back arched desperately, heavy breaths and occasional moans tumbling from her lips, sweat starting to break out on her skin the longer he teased her, avoiding the one spot where she was dripping and throbbing for him.

He carefully sank his teeth into her breasts, his teeth grazing against her hot flesh drawing out a moaned curse from her. He pushed up slightly, sucking his way back up to her neck, nibbling on her jaw before nuzzling her cheek. She squirmed at the feeling of his beard tickling her skin, his hand still busy tweaking her nipple. His hips pushed hers down onto the couch, preventing her from trying to rub herself on him.

“You’re sorry for teasin’ me, right?” He murmured, kissing her cheek, a smug smile growing on his face. “You’re sorry for leavin’ me in the office like nothin’ happened after makin’ me hard?” He gently bit down on her earlobe, his lips brushing gently over her cheek when he pulled away to look at her. “Come on, darlin’, answer me and I’ll give ya what you want,” he promised, standing up on his knees, forcing her to unwrap her legs from around his waist.

“Of course I’m not sorry.” Y/N laughed through her nose, wrapping her calves around the back of his thighs to trap him, then reaching over to slowly pull his boxers down. “I did it on purpose, because you’re just way too pretty for me not to tease you.” She grinned at him mischievously when he rolled his eyes and tongued his cheek in disbelief, his eyes playfully and amused when they met hers again with a shake of his head and a smile on his face.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled, laughing softly. He leaned over her, shooed her hands away from his stomach to wrap his hand around his cock, slowly dragging the leaking tip through her folds.

“You know you like it. It’s exciting, sheriff.” A little breathlessly, she moaned as he drew circles on her clit with his cock, teasing her still for what she did to him. He didn’t disagree, just bit down hard on his lip before slowly sliding through her folds again knowing she wasn’t going to surrender.

He could tease her endlessly and really, the only one who’d truly be suffering was him. She loved to tease and even if he tried, she’d never really give him the upper hand. That was something that he loved. He loved how gentle she was with him despite always being in control, despite having his heart at the palm of her hand, she was caring and loving, so heart-wrenchingly tender.

He gently pushed his cock into her and dropped kisses over her face lovingly. Her hands slid up his freckled back, fingers carding through his silky hair, pulling him closer. He gently pulled out, then rolled his hips against hers again, his lips brushing against her jaw. His hot breath hit her neck, just when she decided to move her leg up over the couch to deepen his thrusts. The position caused him to just barely graze her cervix when he thrusted into her again.

He was still teasing her, just pretending to enjoy every agonising thrust into her wet heat, deep and slow. Arching her back and moving her hand down to his back, her nails digging gently in his muscles and scratching down his skin. Desperate, with her orgasm just barely there, on the edge of dying out, balancing right in the middle.

“I’m gonna do it everyday,” she threatened breathlessly. “I’m gonna walk into your office and walk out without giving you what you want, and I’ll make it worse by sending you pictures of myself, or even videos all day.”

“Fuck,” he muttered softly. He pouted at her, gave her a long kiss, and gave her what she wanted. He angled his hips differently, leaning to the left and putting his weight onto one of his arms by her head. He brought his other hand down to her clit, using the slick that glistened on her folds, he drew tight circles, thrusting deep and fast so his cock would brush against her g-spot over and over.

With a moan of his name, she trembled as her orgasm hit her. He grunted softly against her neck, gasping at the squeeze of her walls around his cock. Wave after wave, the pleasure she felt was elongated with how slowly he rubbed her clit. She tugged roughly at his hair, squeezing his shoulder to hold him close, barely giving him time to pull out of her.

He finished on her stomach with a moan of her name, his warm cum spilling onto her skin. She was catching her breath, excited with the sound he was making, with his head buried in her neck, his lips brushing against her shoulder, his breath hot on her already flushed skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his head adoringly.

“You’re amazing,” she mumbled, dropping another kiss on his hair. She heard him hum deeply in appreciation as he pulled his boxers up, then he rested his weight on her, working his arms under her back to hold her.

“And you’re perfect, Y/N,” he murmured, not caring that his cum was sticking to his own skin. He smiled peacefully, his entire body melting over hers like chocolate on a cake. He nuzzled into her neck, enjoying how lovingly she played with his hair, occasionally feeling her lips on his temple or his hair.

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Since I've made a (soft) comeback on here & Penny is giving me aaalll the dopamine right now, I figured I'd throw together a doodle page of his human form from my comic & drop some HC Human Form Penny Facts :

Dislikes being human for too long.

Appearance/movements start to slip into uncanny valley or straight up start reverting back if he’s not paying attention (which is a lot of the time). This requires a lot of reprimanding & reminders from Jenny. Also happens when, like the first fact above, he's been 'human' for too long. It wears the tired boi out.

Still drools but not as much as his default form.

Teeth stay sharp simply because he’s a brat & refuses to have normal human teeth.

Still tall af.

His bright orange hair color in his default form darkens to a more vibrant rust color when human.

Freckles for days.

Eyes turn a deep cerulean.

Fascinated by the taste of human food, which is amplified when in human form. He tends to go a little bonkers over it. (Him & Aximili would get along great in human form together - IYKYK) :::For some reason the colors got super muddied when this uploaded. His hair is much more vibrant on the original file. Get your act together, Tumblr:::

[hungriestheidi]

jendo - virginity!

(uh, this happened)

Lando grew up on Jenson’s house parties. He was his father’s coworker, then a friend and finally, Lando’s uncle. Not by blood but by that association children make of the friends their parents bring home and the pervasive need for the adults to say ‘this is your uncle/aunt’ to make sense of confusing links. As if that doesn't make it worse later on.

Now, finally old enough to walk into a pub without feeling like he’d be hunted for sport if people found he was a wee lad under 18, he’s been set loose in Jenson’s birthday party. His parents are off for the weekend and he is sitting in one of the stools at Jenson’s breakfast bar, drinking aperol spritz and talking to one of the few people here who are under 30. Her name is Jenny and she is a bartender. She met Jense when she had to kick him out of the bar at 3am and he apologized the next day with chocolate and backseat sex. 

Hearing about Uncle Jense’s sex life through snippets spilled from other people’s mouths comes to feel like trying to make a complete picture out of the scraps left after making a collage. It makes Lando’s head swim. A backseat shot, a bathroom blowjob, a threesome in Berlin, ‘did you know he slept with a guy working in Vogue?’ ‘He fucked that finnish guy, didn’t he?’ ‘No, but he tried!’

“Here’s my favourite lad!”

He comes unannounced, his hand heavy on Lando’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough to bruise and Lando whines and squirms. And Jenson laughs. His smile appears first and the rest of his face materializes a second later in his eyes. He’s magnetic, vibrant, with a silk blue shirt and a white blazer, matching pants, a thin silver chain hanging from his neck, blonde hair went salt and pepper last summer, he’s ditched dying his hair in exchange for tanning beds. A chemical for a chemical and a daiquiri malibu with ice to clink against Lando’s half full glass of aperol. 

“Cha-ching, are you having a good time?”

“We were talking about you,” Jenny says, Lando had forgotten she was there. 

Jenson quips an eyebrow, looking at Lando. “Bad things only I hope.” And he winks. 

“The worst” She winks, downs her Cuba Libre in one go and says she doesn’t remember how they became friends after hooking up and Jenson replies ‘I’m charming like that’.

Jenny leaves, Jenson stays, picking a stool and throwing Lando a look that tells him there is a certain humiliation to come in whatever Jenson will ask. 

“Wanna know who was my first?” Lando nods and Jenson’s smile turns wicked. “Miss Wingham, from Peckham, my sister’s French tutor. She had tits that made you dream…”

Lando laughs, desperate to cover the awkward lump growing inside his throat, something sandy and irritating lodged just under the epiglottis. 

Jenson puts a hand on his back, patting the space between his shoulder blades. Lando can feel his warmth even through his shirt.

“Who was yours?”

He looks away, down, up, at what remains of his drink and then at the tips of his shoes dangling just an inch away from the floor. Shrugging, he finally dares to look back at Jenson, his lips pulling back to reveal a toothy grin that means nothing. And Jenson just stares. 

“Really?” His hand, high on Lando’s back, falls slightly. It’s a subtle drop, maybe he’s disappointed his little disciple learnt nothing of the art of seducing and conquering. “Saving it for someone special?” Lando chuckles and shakes his head. His throat has gone dry and chasing the remains of orange at the bottom of his glass is not making him feel better. 

Jenson’s hand reaches the small of his back, Lando’s shirt rides up when he moves and he can feel Jenson’s palm on his skin. 

“Did you bring a birthday gift, Landito?”

[cowboy-heart]

also, i recently gathered all of my favourite poems (by other writers) into a single PDF for myself and decided to share it on my ko-fi!

it’s 106 pages, 62 poems, with an index, and links and credits to all the writers! and it’s free!

it’s a mix of published poets, blog excerpts, and internet poets, covering themes of love, grief, living, butch-femme, LGBT, nature and justice! - full list of contents in read more :)

it’s free since it’s not my own original work, but if you wanna tip for making the PDF then it’s much appreciated!! 🧡

(sidenote: if you/your work has appeared in this and you want it removed or edited, let me know and i’ll do so immediately!)

After The Threesome, They Both Take You Home’ - Sue Hyon Bae

‘Come, And Be My Baby’ - Maya Angelou

‘Witness’ - Crystal Wilkinson

‘lady macbeth-macbeth’ - @two-bees-poetry

‘how to spend an august afternoon in love’ - @cheruib

‘Chocolate Chip Pancakes’ - Caitlyn Siehl

‘The Teapot’ - Robert Bly

‘Little Weirds’ (excerpt) - Jenny Slate

‘Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted’ (excerpt) - Eden Robinson

‘Perhaps The World Ends Here’ - Joy Harjo

‘The Serious Downer’ - Jill McDonough

‘Summer Was Forever’ - Chen Chen

‘For Grace, After A Party’ - Frank O’Hara

‘A Vow’ - Wendy Cope

‘Laura, I Want You Pulling Your Hair Back’ - Natalie Dunn

‘Watching you talk on the phone, I consider the empty space around atoms-‘ - Rhiannon McGavin

‘Gram Loves You. Please Call’ - Amy Gotliffe

‘The Quiet World’ - Jeffrey McDaniel

‘the undone cowboy writes to his sweetheart’ - Silas Denver Melvin ( @sweatermuppet )

‘Song of the Anti-Sisyphus’ - Chen Chen

‘RURAL BOYS WATCH THE APOCALYPSE’ - Keaton St. James

‘A Possible Exit’ - Jarrett Moseley

‘poem on my fortieth birthday to my mother who died young’ - Lucille Clifton

‘ANSWERING HER QUESTION’ - Alice White

‘when the one you thought, finally, wouldn’t, does’ - Marty McConnell

‘fourth grader’ (excerpt)

‘Poem’ - Langston Hughes

‘For M’ - Mikko Harvey

‘A Drink of Water’ - Jeffrey Harrison

‘Cold Solace’ - Anna Belle Kaufman

‘Boot Theory’ - Richard Siken

‘Love letter as an autism diagnosis’ - Arden Kowalski

‘Tea’ - Leila Chatti

‘Night Walk’ - Frank Wright

‘Don’t Hesitate’ - Mary Oliver

‘For A Student Who Used AI To Write A Paper’ - Joseph Fasano

‘Rain’ - Raymond Carver

Unnamed/‘who’s afraid of hoverflies?’ - @a-chilleus

‘The Orange’ - Wendy Cope

‘Failing and Flying’ - Jack Gilbert

‘Can’t Get Enough Of My Love’ - Shuyler Peck

‘Invitation’ - Mary Oliver

‘Dead Rat’ - Mervyn Peake

‘Wild Geese’ - Mary Oliver

‘I Imagine The Butch’s Stripper Bar’ - Jill McDonough

‘FEMME SHARK MANIFESTO’ - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Unnamed (fake interview) - @llovely

‘Butch Please: A Letter To Baby Butches’ - Kate

‘ROUND TWO: the body as protest’ - Joelle Taylor

‘ROUND SEVEN: the body as uprising’ - Joelle Taylor

‘Angel’ - Joelle Taylor

‘Catallus 16’

‘15. Fan Letter’ - James Crewes

‘Make Out Sonnet’ - F. Douglas Brown

‘Hey Cowboy’ - Silas Denver Melvin ( @sweatermuppet )

‘Fat Top/Switch’ - Emilia Phillips

‘On a Night of the Full Moon’ - Audre Lorde

‘The Gardens’ - Mary Oliver

‘Want’ - Joan Larkin

‘Social Skills Training’ - Solmaz Sherif

‘Bullet Points’ - Jericho Brown

Unnamed - Marwan Makhoul

[cryptidvoidwritings]

There are finally a few higher-res photos from the PAC NYC re-imagining of CATs, which apparently just officially opened so it seems I saw it in previews.

The cast during Addressing Of Cats. Old Deuteronomy in purple in the front, Tumblebrutus and Victoria peeking over his shoulders. Visible behind Tumblebrutus are Skimbleshanks in the short blue, Jellylorum in the Mostly Blue, Munkustrap, and Gus. Visible behind Victoria are Demeter, Mungojerrie, Tugger, and Bustopher Jones in the very jaunty red hat. You can just make out Mistoffelees's headpiece, Macavity's orange hair, and Bombalurina's yellow hair.

Everyone else under the cut because this got long.

From Macavity's number; Macavity in orange, Bombalurina in yellow, Demeter in green. Competing against (if I remember correctly) Victoria, Tumblebrutus, and prooooooobably Electra (who is named at the end of the show but not in the cast list on the website for some reason) - edit could also be Skimbleshanks as noted in comments because why not add a twelve hundredth costume change

The cast during the Ball.

Rumpelteazer is in the front (she and Mungojerrie are in their song competition costumes, it's not what they wear for the full show). We also have Demeter in the dark blue denim, Skimbleshanks in the lighter blue denim with rainbow fringe, Jellylorum with the blue hair, Tumblebrutus and Victoria in their Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer competition costumes, Mungojerrie in the green, Munkustrap, Bombalurina with the yellow hair, the top of Mistoffelees's head, Macavity, and a bit of Tugger's head.

Old D again.

Tugger. (Plus Mistoffelees in pre-Balla costume, Sillabub in the flower crown, the back of Skimbleshanks's head, the back of Victoria's head - still in her opening all-white outfit, and I'm preeeeeeeeetty sure that's Rumpelteazer pre-song.)

Grizabella from Act 2. This might actually be a shot of her looking up the stairs to the Heavyside Layer.

Jellylorum listening to Gus, with the back of Sillabub (orange and flower crown).

The cast during the Ball.

Skimbleshanks and Macavity on the floor; Rumpelteazer just over Skimble's head and Jennyanydots in the polkadots visible between her and Mungojerrie. Demeter just behind Macavity's knee, Tugger and Mistoffelees about to lift Victoria with Bustopher spotting from behind.

Jennyanydots yelling at Skimbleshanks during The Old Gumbie Cat. The idea here, if I recall, is that Jenny is now responsible for new competitors (in this case one being played by Skimbleshanks).

Munkustrap and Electra during The Old Gumbie Cat (Electra here being a new performer competing against Jennyanydots's protege).

If I remember right that's a bit of Bombalurina in the back.

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[lesbicosmos]

day 6 of @palasakiweek !!

prompt: AU

summary: after an argument with charles and edwin, crystal decides to go for a walk and finds herself near the docks. she expects to sit alone on the rocks for a while. what she doesn't expect is to meet a troubled mermaid. or the case of the dandelion shrine and it's the same but niko's a mermaid so it's not

notes: i'm kinda annoyed this is late but i had exams so i haven't been able to focus on writing </3

also on ao3!

the way i love the ocean

Port Townsend was quite a sweet little town, Crystal thought as she wandered past the lighthouse gift shop. Well, it was if you ignored the witch kidnapping young girls and feeding them to the snake in her basement. And the peculiar half-cat-half-man living near the docks. Crystal had decided to go exploring a little – if that bracelet really did mean Edwin was stuck in town and they’d be sticking around for longer, she figured she should at least get to know the place.

It was serene and peaceful near the lighthouse. The gift shop made it seem like it should be a tourist spot, but there was barely anyone around, only the sound of waves hitting rocks and seagulls soaring overhead. She decided to sit for a while, and perched herself on the edge of one of the rocks, her feet dangling just above the water.

It was the most at peace she’d been since she could remember. For a moment, the salty air and the gentle sounds of the water made her forget all about her missing memories, about the demon trying desperately to get back inside her head, about how stressed her parents surely were about her whereabouts. For a moment, it was just her and the landscape.

That was, until something caught her eye. A few metres away from where she was sitting, a small area of the water appeared to be glowing a bright pink, and Crystal found herself unable to look away, transfixed by the mysterious sight. The lights seemed to dance, a few blurry shapes moving around like fish – but they couldn’t be fish – could they? Either way, it was captivating. Without even thinking, she leaned closer to them, trying desperately to look at them in more detail. She was dangerously close to falling into the water.

The lights suddenly intensified, and something breached the surface surrounded by those overwhelming colours – a girl. She was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing down over her shoulders as she floated, staring right at Crystal.

“Hi,” Crystal said softly, unable to control the smile on her face or the softening of her eyes. She was almost as transfixed by the girl’s face as she was by the strange lights.

Crystal felt an overwhelming desire to befriend this strange girl, to know her, to care for her.

“Hi,” the girl replied, in a voice as sweet as her appearance.

Then without warning, the girl ducked back under the water, and the light disappeared. Crystal snapped out of her trance, looking around her as if she’d imagined the girl altogether and had embarrassed herself in front of people talking to no one. But there was no one else there to judge her anyway.

“Hello?” she asked the water.

The water didn’t reply.

Eventually, Crystal gave up. Besides, it was getting cold, so she decided to return to the Tongue and Tail.

She left again the next day. She hadn’t intended to be out for long; she only wanted to make a point. The whole Edwin-is-stuck-in-town situation had put the three of them on edge, and with the way they kept talking about everything that was happening with David, Crystal just couldn’t handle being around them for long. She’d snapped at them, leaving the Tongue and Tail in a huff, cursing under her breath. She hoped Jenny hadn’t been too concerned.

Crystal walked aimlessly yet soon found herself near the lighthouse again, sitting on that same rock overlooking the water. It sparkled in the light of the setting sun, reflecting pinkish orange all around. It was beautiful, but she couldn’t help but think how much more beautiful those bright lights had been around the mysterious girl. She watched as the sun sank below the horizon, the sky growing darker. Just as she thought she should probably head back to Jenny’s, something – or someone – erupted from the water in front of her. Crystal gasped in shock, relaxing when she realised it was just the girl from yesterday, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders in the same satisfying way it had before. She appeared to be wearing the same bikini top from the day before, and Crystal couldn’t help but think she must be freezing in there at this time in February.

“Jesus…you made me jump.”

The girl just looked at her, smiling sweetly, and Crystal noticed the tiny reflections in her irises, like miniature stars sparkling in her dark eyes. The girl opened her mouth as if to say something but instead of words, a spew of strange rainbow goo erupted from her mouth, and she immediately lost consciousness. She sank below the surface.

Crystal panicked, immediately shedding her heavy purple coat and floral platform boots before diving into the water. She didn’t remember ever being a particularly strong swimmer but she couldn’t just leave this girl to drown.

The water was dark, and even darker at night. Crystal couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of her, so reached her arms out, flailing them around until she caught hold of a wrist and pulled the girl towards her. She was about to return to the surface when, upon holding her waist to hoist her upwards, she found scales there rather than smooth skin. She didn’t have time to think about it, dragging her upwards. She pushed her onto the rock she’d previously been sitting on, climbing out with her.

“Woah…” she said, upon spotting the girl’s pink fish tail.

She didn’t wake up, and for a moment Crystal panicked that she did the wrong thing, pulling her out of the water. What if she wasn’t waking up because she physically couldn’t breathe? Alarmed, Crystal reached up to her neck, expecting to find some form of gills there. There was nothing. From the waist up she seemed like a perfectly normal girl. And she did appear to be breathing, if shallowly. In that moment, Crystal decided she was going to stay there with her until she woke up.

“Crystal!” a familiar voice called out a while later.

“Charles?” Crystal replied, turning around to see him and Edwin walking down the steps towards her.

“There you are! God, we were getting worried-” Charles said, pausing upon spotting the girl in Crystal’s arms. “Who’s that?”

“I don’t know her name,” Crystal said. “She was just…she was here yesterday but she disappeared then she came back today, puked some weird rainbow goo then passed out. I grabbed her so she didn’t sink and then realised…yeah, that,” she pointed at the bright pink scales where the girl’s legs would be.

“How long has she been out of the water?” Edwin asked.

“A couple of hours.”

“Get her back in, quick,” he said, indicating with his hands urgently. “I’m sorry Crystal but you may have to hold her. Mermaid scales cannot dry out, they are the source of their magic.”

“Right, okay,” Crystal breathed.

She jumped back into the water, then turned around and gently pulled the mermaid in with her.

“Can you read her? We need to find the reason behind this strange illness that appears to have befallen her.”

“I can try.”

Crystal took a deep breath, taking one of the girl’s hands in her own. She closed her eyes, and second later they burst open again, her dark irises this time replaced with pure white.

What she saw made no sense. She couldn’t make much out, couldn’t comprehend what was happening, could barely even keep looking at it. It was so bright, moving so quickly, just overwhelming shapes and colours.

“I…I can’t…I…” she muttered, convulsing slightly.

“Crystal!” she could vaguely make out Charles’s panicked voice. “Can you hear me?”

She focused intensely, eventually managing to tear herself away, pulling out of the mermaid’s consciousness.

“You alright?” Charles asked.

“What did you see?”

“It’s just…bright colours. Nothing I can make out.”

Edwin scribbled something in his notebook. Crystal couldn’t even remember him taking it out.

“Right,” he said, snapping the book shut and returning it to his pocket. “We’ll have to wait for her to wake up, then. For now, you stay here while Charles and I go and do some research based on what we currently know.”

“What? You’re just gonna leave me here?”

“Crystal, to everyone else you’re already alone. You’re likely the only one here who can see us,” Edwin reminded her.

“Ugh, fine,” she complained.

“Hey, we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

Crystal nodded. She wasn’t annoyed at them this time, or even at the fact she had been left alone with this stranger. In fact, the girl had intrigued her. The lights and the tail caught her attention, sure, but there was something else – something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was a desire to know this girl, not just save her. The only thing causing her bad mood was the cold water surrounding her; she worried she’d catch hypothermia if she had to stay there for long.

She looked up at where the boys had gone – they were on the path near the gift shop, and Crystal could just make out the image of Charles pulling a full-length mirror from his backpack.

Once the boys had disappeared through the mirror, Crystal turned back to the girl. She didn’t look well, but beneath the illness, she was so beautiful. She had what appeared to be light blue eyeliner on her upper eyelid, curling into a small heart in the corner. For a moment, Crystal wondered whether mermaids had special waterproof makeup or if it was a natural marking. Only now did she notice that what she had originally assumed was a strapless bikini top wasn’t actually an item of clothing, and was instead just part of her, the bright pink scales across her chest matching those of her tail.

She wondered if all mermaids were this gorgeous. As she’d grown up, she’d stopped imagining them as the brightly coloured cartoons she watched as a kid, and started imagining them more like other mythical creatures, dark and cunning and visually quite terrifying. But looking at the girl in front of her, it seemed like her eight-year-old self was right. She looked like she’d crawled off the pages of an illustrated children’s book.

Crystal reached a hand up to move a piece of hair out of the girl’s face, when she began to twitch in her arms, waking up with a gasp. Seemingly upon instinct, she moved to push away from Crystal, but Crystal held on, worried she’d lose consciousness again if she let go.

“Hey, you’re okay,” she comforted. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m Crystal. We met yesterday…sort of.”

“Oh,” said the mermaid, her gaze moving to where Crystal’s arm was around her waist. “You’re holding me,” she said, her face flushing slightly.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” Crystal finally let go, assuming she’d be okay staying awake given she was talking fine. “You were unconscious, and I noticed you don’t have gills or anything so I was kinda worried you’d drown.”

“Thank you,” said the girl, floating barely three feet away from Crystal.

“What’s your name?” Crystal asked.

“Niko.”

It was a pretty name. It suited her perfectly.

“Well, Niko, I’ve got these friends, and they’ve gone to try and figure out what’s wrong with you.”

Niko’s mouth dropped open slightly, then she smiled.

“That’s…people don’t… people aren’t usually this calm around me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Humans seeing a mermaid? You think people are normal about that?””

“Oh. Right.”

She’d almost forgotten that she was a literal supernatural being, not just a sweet, lonely, beautiful girl from the sea.

“You’re not like that, though. You don’t seem…surprised.”

“I was a little surprised, I can’t say I’ve exactly met a mermaid before but, well…I’m a psychic, and my friends are ghosts, so… there’s hardly anything that could really actually surprise me anymore.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Crystal smiled, then there were a few seconds of silence, both of them just floating in the water, before Niko spoke up again, moving closer.

“You’re shivering!”

“Oh,” Crystal said, her voice shaking slightly. “Yeah, the water’s a bit cold. I’ve been with you for a while, didn’t want your scales to dry out.”

“Come with me,” Niko said, holding her hand out to her.

Crystal could do nothing except take it, letting herself be dragged through the water. Niko’s hand was surprisingly warm against her own, and she felt the urge to grip onto her forever.

Niko led Crystal to a spot beneath some trees, surrounded by rocks. It was a small pool of water, that appeared to be bubbling like a hot spring. It certainly didn’t seem like something that should be near a small coastal town in Washington.

“What-” Crystal began.

“A witch came by several years ago and put a spell on this pool. It’ll be like this until that witch dies now. The locals are so confused they’re almost scared of it.”

“Woah…”

“Go on, climb in! You’re shaking.”

Crystal hoisted herself up onto and over the rocks, sliding into the pool. The warmth washed over her immediately and she sank into the water, only her head breaching the surface.

“Better?” Niko asked, having followed her in.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“No problem. It’s the least I could do to say thank you. But…do you think your friends will still be able to find us here?”

“Yeah, they’re detectives, they’ll figure it out.”

“Really? So cool!” Niko said excitedly. “I wish I…”

She trailed off into silence, staring into the water between the two of them, the smile gone from her face. Crystal stood up, snapping her fingers near her. There was no response. She didn’t even blink.

“Niko? Hey, Niko!” she said, beginning to panic.

Niko’s head snapped up to her, the pink lights returning, causing her to glow. Crystal was even more transfixed than she had been the day before, able to see that the lights weren’t just colour, there were strange shapes too – like tiny starfish and bubbles floating around the top of her head.

She didn’t know how long she’d been staring before she was suddenly snapped out of it. The lights had disappeared, and Niko passed out again, slipping beneath the water. Crystal managed to catch her, holding her by the waist and ensuring she didn’t hit her head on the rock.

“Woah,” she sighed.

She hoped the boys would be back soon.

“Crystal!” she heard from above them, and turned to face the voice.

“Charles! We’re over here! She’s fainted again!”

Charles and Edwin rushed over to them. Charles sat on one of the rocks with a book in his hand, his legs dangling just above the water, while Edwin stood next to him, hands clasped politely in front of him like always.

“Did you figure out what’s wrong with her?” Crystal asked, looking up at them desperately.

She couldn’t stay in the water forever, but if they couldn’t figure out what was wrong…how could they possibly leave her? It was their job to help people and ghosts and supernatural creatures no matter what.

“Yes, I believe we did,” Edwin said. “It appears she has been possessed.”

“Possessed?” Crystal repeated, panicking.

Memories of David flooded back to her, of the way he manipulated her, stole her memories and still wouldn’t leave her alone even after having been exorcised from her body. Niko didn’t deserve to go through anything like that. No one did.

“Not a demon, though! Don’t worry,” Charles reassured, having noticed her stress. “They’re sprites.”

“Thank god. But what sprites?”

“They’re called dandelion sprites,” Edwin supplied. “They form shrines in places with a high population of dandelions.”

“Dandelions? But she’s a mermaid. Where would she find dandelions?”

“Siphonophores.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Underwater dandelions,” Charles explained. “They’re a particular type, and according to this book, their sprites can be even more of a nuisance than the common ones. They feed on attention, so at the bottom of the ocean, they have to work harder for their food. Then once they have it, they exit the host.”

“Exit how?”

“However they can. But it usually isn’t pretty.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Crystal sighed, her mind moving at several thousand miles an hour. “Right, So…what do we need to do?”

“We need to find the shrine.”

“It’ll be nearby underwater.”

“How the fuck are we supposed to find an underwater shrine?”

“Luckily for us, ghosts do not need to breathe. Charles and I will find it.”

Charles seemed taken aback at that comment. His eyes widened in a panic and he turned to Edwin, his fingers fidgeting with the spine of the book in his hands.

“D’you mind if I stay above the surface, mate? I’ll stick nearby the lighthouse in case you need anything but…you know I don’t do well with large bodies of water.”

“Of course, Charles,” Edwin said. “Sorry I suggested it. I should have thought-”

“It’s all good, mate.”

With that, Charles and Edwin left the girls once more, heading over to the lighthouse. Crystal could see them from where she was in the spring, but they were too far away to hear what they were saying. Edwin jumped into the water without even taking any layers of his clothes off. Crystal supposed ghosts didn’t really weigh anything if they didn’t want to, so it wasn’t a problem. Charles was just sat on the edge of the rocks, watching the spot where Edwin went under intensely. A few minutes later, Edwin resurfaced and held his hand out to Charles. Charles reached into his backpack, retrieving something from it and handing it to him. She couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but knowing them and their bag of tricks it could have been literally anything. Edwin swam beneath the surface once more.

Crystal jumped when she felt Niko move in her arms. She looked down, expecting to see her waking up like she had before, but instead she was convulsing slightly.

“Niko?”

All of a sudden, her eyes and mouth flew open, and that bright pink light came pouring out of her. Crystal was significantly more terrified of the lights this time. She had to look away for fear of being too lured in by their compulsion.

“Niko!”

Two voices then began talking through Niko’s mouth without even moving it, propelling the girl upwards so she was sitting on Crystal’s lap.

“Look at us. Behold us. Give us what we want, or we will tear the girl asunder and find a new nest.”

Then, the lights disappeared and she fell backwards once more, Crystal catching her head.

“What the fuck,” Crystal muttered as Niko started to come around.

Her nose was bleeding, so Crystal wiped the blood away with her thumb.

“What happened?” the mermaid asked shakily.

“I’m not really sure, but the boys will be back soon, I promise.”

Crystal pointed over to the lighthouse, where Charles was still intently watching the surface of the water. A few minutes later, Edwin breached the surface once again, handing something to Charles. It was a different object to whatever it was Charles took out of his backpack – bigger, rounder.

Then, Charles stood up and began walking back over to the spring, while Edwin ducked under the surface and swam towards them instead. He dragged himself up onto one of the rocks Niko was propped up against, his hair and clothes soaking. But the second he stood up, he was dry once more.

“Woah,” Niko muttered.

“One of the perks of being a ghost: you’re never soaked for long,” Edwin said proudly.

“Did you find anything?” Crystal asked, still slightly shaken from what had happened. “The sprites, I think they like…spoke through her.”

“If the sprites themselves have begun communicating with you, we’d better hurry. She likely doesn’t have long.”

“So what so we do?”

“There was a shrine down there, just at the base of the lighthouse. I managed to read the inscription. The sprites require sacrifices to keep them alive, but. This-” Edwin indicated to the glass jar Charles was holding up, “is the only thing that can contain them. We just need to find a way of coaxing them out of Niko.”

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds while they thought. Then, Crystal spoke up.

“Use me as bait.”

“No,” Charles said immediately.

“Any other ideas, Charles? You said they could explode out of her at any minute, we can’t wait much longer.”

As if hearing Crystal, Niko began to convulse once more.

“Crystal, you can’t-”

“There’s no time for this!”

“Are you sure, Crystal?” Edwin checked.

“Yes,” she turned to Charles. “I trust you.”

Crystal managed to position Niko on the rocks so she wouldn’t fall off despite the convulsions, and stepped over to the other side of the spring. Charles carefully stepped into the water, seeming to relax a little upon realising it wasn’t cold.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I do. And even if I didn’t, I would.”

It had barely been a day since she’d met this girl, but she felt a strange attachment to her. She got the feeling many people didn’t like her before everything happened with David, so knowing there was someone who liked having her around, someone who appreciated her, someone who didn’t try to push her away, was nice. And even better that it was someone as sweet as Niko – who was suffering through being possessed by sprites and throwing up rainbow goo and fainting all over the place, and yet still insisted on warming Crystal up when she was cold. She wanted to know Niko better, to become friends. She supposed mermaids must not have that many friends, trapped in the ocean as they were, so she wanted to be there for her.

Just as Crystal was imagining coming down to the docks every day to see her and get to know her properly, her thoughts were cut short by the ceasing of Niko’s thrashing. She had to do something before it was too late.

“I need to talk to the things inside Niko,” she said. “The dandelion sprites. I have a really attractive offer.”

Niko’s body suddenly sat up, the light bursting from her eyes and mouth once more.

“Insolent child. Left us to starve. Now watch while we desert this flesh.”

No. No, no, no. It wasn’t working. Crystal had to do something, she couldn’t just let those things tear the poor girl apart.

“No, wait!” she was trying not to cry. “I have something you want!”

“What could you have to satiate us?”

“Me.”

She could feel the boys’ gazes turn to her in fear.

“My body is all yours if you leave Niko without hurting her.”

“Crystal, have you gone mental?” she heard Charles say, but ignored him.

“Niko, she has a family! You can’t take her away from them! I don’t have a place. I don’t belong anywhere, please just take me instead!” she yelled desperately.

“Another body just means another hunger.”

“But I’m different. Not only could you leave the water and get attention from everyone in this town, I’m also a psychic medium! I can see the dead! Imagine the feast you could have feeding off attention from the living and the dead! Best of both worlds! You could eat your fill! That’s what you want, right? You’d never go hungry again!”

Suddenly, Niko’s body began to rise into the air, her limbs dangling downwards while the light shone up, as thought she was being propelled upwards. The sprites cackled, and the entire docks seemed to be illuminated by bright pink.

Then, it all stopped. Niko’s body dropped back down onto the rocks. Crystal swam towards her a little, keeping Charles in the middle, hoping and praying that Niko was okay.

There were quiet spluttering sounds from Niko’s mouth as the two tiny sprites crawled out. They turned around, and upon spotting Crystal, leapt upwards towards her. Crystal panicked and couldn’t move, but luckily Charles got in between them, catching the little blighters in the jar and sealing the top.

Both breathed heavily. They’d done it.

“You cut it kind of close, there,” Crystal chuckled.

“You’re welcome.”

Niko weakly shuffled across the rock until she could drop herself back into the water. Crystal was about to follow her, but Charles held her back.

“Give her a minute, yeah? She’ll be fine.”

She was under the water for much longer than a minute. Crystal and Charles had been sitting on the rocks talking for a while – Crystal had to shut down Charles’s flirting yet again, and he seemed to get the message this time, apologising. They both laughed about it.

“Well, the case isn’t totally over yet,” Charles said. “We’ve got to go back to that shrine and kill the dandelions before they can infect anyone else. Wouldn’t want an army of rainbow-spewing sea creatures on the loose around here.”

Crystal chuckled, and at that moment, something breached the surface in front of them.

“Niko?” Crystal said incredulously.

It was definitely her, the same gorgeous eyes and bright pink scales, but her hair was no longer dark – it was bright white.

“Holy shit, your hair!”

“I know, I look amazing,” Niko said, running a hand through her own locks.

“The sprites’ handiwork,” Edwin commented, stepping across the rocks towards them.

“How are you?” Crystal asked.

“I’m good. Thank you. For everything.”

Niko used the rock to push herself out of the water, and pressed a damp yet surprisingly warm kiss to Crystal’s cheek as she sat beside her. Crystal tried to hide her blush, but she could already hear Charles snickering next to her.

“It’s no problem, honestly.”

“No, really. I’ve never…there’s never been anyone who’s been as kind to me as you have. Ever since my dad died…I’ve been kind of alone.”

“Well, you don’t have to be alone anymore,” Crystal said, and placed her hand on top of Niko’s.

“But…you’re not from here, right? You’re gonna go back home soon. And I can’t exactly swim the entire ocean,” Niko’s smile faded.

“Yeah, we’re hoping we’re not stuck here for too long but we’ll come back here until then. And besides, Edwin knows magic. I’m sure there’s a spell that could let you walk. Right?” she turned to Edwin, a hopeful look in her eyes. “There’s gotta be a spell that can turn her human, right? Little Mermaid-style?”

“Yes, I believe there is such a spell in one of my transfiguration books. But, I wouldn’t exactly call Niko little.”

“I wasn’t- it’s a film- nevermind.” She turned back to Niko. “See? We can do that. If you’d want to, that is.”

“Really? That’s…yes! But…it wouldn’t be permanent, would it? I don’t want it to be permanent.”

“I’m sure we can find a temporary option, Niko,” Edwin confirmed.

“Oh my god! Thank you! I’d hug you if I could stand up.”

“It’s no problem,” Edwin chuckled. “And, I’m not much of a hugging person anyway.”

“Oh. Okay!”

They sat for a few moments, just watching the moonlight reflect off the water’s surface.

“Wait!” Niko said suddenly. “Shouldn’t you guys be going home? It’s really late.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Crystal said, her voice punctuated with a sudden yawn. “We’ll come back tomorrow though, yeah?”

“I’d like that.”

Crystal held her arms out to Niko, who collapsed forward, holding her tightly in a hug. She tried not to focus on the warmth that spread through her at the touch, at the knowledge that she’d see Niko again the next day, and likely many days after that.

She had felt so alone since everything happened with David, even after meeting Charles and Edwin. She had felt so detached from reality without her memories, knowing barely anything about her own life. But now she had someone else – another lonely soul…who just so happened to be a mermaid. She’d been wondering if maybe she hadn’t been the greatest person before everything, but now she’d been able to help someone, she’d saved a life and Niko seemed so enamoured by her already…maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

[cyraspirit]

Fanfic of our favourite dead boy detectives! Enjoy!

Dead Boy Lovers

“Nikko! What is the meaning of this?” Edwin spluttered.

Nikko’s eyes sparkled with hardly repressed glee. Remnants of the dandelion sprites still lingered (though it could’ve just been Nikko being an icon).

“I know the whole thing with Jenny and Maxine didn’t go to plan,” she winced at the memory and Edwin found himself going to comfort her, “but, we know that you-know-who isn’t a psychopath!” She looked to the ceiling as she said “you-know-who”.

Edwin followed Nikko’s eyes and found himself staring at the ceiling. He felt like he could see him, see his one earring caressing his ear. Oh how Edwin wished he could be that close to him all the time.

“You were thinking about him,” Nikko smiled, bringing Edwin out of his daydream.

“No, no I was not,” he replied, not looking at her, “I was not thinking about Charles.” He stopped, closing his eyes at his careless mistake.

“I never said Charles,” Nikko grinned, her eyes alight with the romance she read in her manga.

“Well,” Edwin fumbled, “who else, I mean, it’s not like there could be anyone else?”

“Except Monty and the Cat King?” Nikko asked genially.

“Well, yes, I suppose.”

“Edwin, mate!” came a familiar voice. Edwin found himself melting into the voice as though it was music, the music of his heart.

“Your manga romance is about to happen!” Nikko whispered, clapping her hands together.

“Edwin, I need you…” Charles stopped as he entered the front room of Jenny’s shop.

“I made the decorations!” Nikko smiled.

“No kidding,” Charles grinned.

“I think you have done a splendid job Nikko,” Edwin said.

“Thank you. I’ll leave you two alone now.” Nikko left.

The room was bright pink with fairy lights draped over every surface. They were shaped as hearts and stars. The lights were a mixture of golds, pinks, yellows, pale oranges, bright purple and violet. Rose petals littered the the floor while mistletoe covered every inch of the ceiling.

“Is Nikko setting Jenny up again? Or is Monty back in human form?” Charles asked with a hint of jealousy.

“Umm,” Edwin looked at him- a big mistake. The brown eyes were becoming pools of desire and they reflected the multi-coloured lights, making Charles’ eyes even more mystical than he already was. The curled hair was fluffy and effortlessly perfect. Edwin felt himself reaching to touch it.

“Edwin? Mate? You good?” Charles asked, grinning.

“Umm, yes. I, well, there’s something I,” he stopped. This was hard.

“You can tell me anything,” Charles said, placing a tender hand on Edwin’s shoulder. Edwin leaned into the hand, revelling in its softness.

He looked at Charles. He closed his eyes. He leaned in.

Charles was upstairs with Crystal. They were talking about Nikko getting them out of going to the afterlife and Charles was laughing at Crystal’s blind stubbornness to go to hell.

“But,” Charles said, suddenly serious, “you should’ve seen Edwin. He was terrified. I have never wanted to avenge someone more than I want to avenge my best friend. He was there but shouldn’t have been,” Charles’ hands were clenching into fists.

Crystal put her hand over them. She looked up at Charles.

“Just, don’t go beating the night nurse into the stomach of a sea monster again,” Crystal said.

“Nah, I won’t. That wasn’t my finest moment,” Charles replied, looking down.

He heard Edwin’s stuttering from downstairs but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Charles grinned in spite of himself.

Crystal saw.

“Have you talked to him since your conversation on the stairs of hell?” she asked.

Charles fell back onto his bed, hands covering his face.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Crystal smirked.

“Look, it’d be brills if it worked. I’m sure it’d be incredible but I don’t want to fuck it up. He’s my best mate and I love him but…” he groaned.

Crystal sighed exasperatedly, “Look, you’ll never know unless you try. And, at least, there’s no fear of rejection.”

Charles sat up at that last bit.

“You’re right.”

He stood up and headed downstairs.

“Edwin, mate,” he called, “I need you…”

Immediately his eyes were met with an explosion of colour and mistletoe. Nikko stood in the centre, beside a blushing Edwin. As usual, Charles’s eyes were drawn to the socks pulled over Edwin’s trousers, perfectly sculpting his calfs. Charles thought about peeling away every piece of clothing except those socks.

“I made the decorations!” Nikko smiled.

“No kidding,” Charles grinned, pulling his eyes away from the legs of the ghost he loved.

“I think you have done a splendid job Nikko,” Edwin said.

“Thank you. I’ll leave you two alone now.” Nikko left.

Edwin’s hair was so perfect, untouched, like freshly fallen snow. It glistened in the rainbow lights, perfectly catching the lights at the perfect point creating the perfect mixture of colours. That summed up Edwin, perfectly.

Charles realised Edwin was staring at him, mistaking desire for discomfort.

“Is Nikko setting Jenny up again? Or is Monty back in human form?” Charles asked with a hint of jealousy.

“Umm,” Edwin stuttered.

He was so cute. He was so clever but so clueless. Then again, Charles hadn’t clocked Edwin’s feelings so maybe he was the clueless one.

He looked up, catching Edwin’s eyes. They were so soulful, so pained. He wanted to free him of that pain, wanted to make him realise he didn’t need to face the pain alone.

Charles realised Edwin was looking at him.

“Edwin? Mate? You good?” Charles asked, grinning.

“Umm, yes. I, well, there’s something I,” he stopped. This was hard.

“You can tell me anything,” Charles said, placing a tender hand on Edwin’s shoulder.

The small start of muscle sent tingles through Charles’ fingers. He put a bit more pressure on Edwin’s arm than necessary but his love didn’t seem to care.

Edwin was leaning in. He was closing his eyes.

Charles’ mind went blank but the good kind of blank where nothing else mattered.

Their lips touched. They melted into each other, Charles bringing his hands to Edwin’s cheeks. They were rosy and warm and soft as flowers. Charles caressed his face, wondering why he hadn’t been doing that all along.

Edwin was running his fingers through Charles’ hair. It curled around his fingers as if they too wanted Edwin. The mutual love was profound and unmatched.

Charles moved in closer, running his hand down Edwin’s back. The warmth matched the passion of the kiss.

They pulled apart after what seemed like hours of the best moments of either of their lives or deaths.

Edwin gazed into Charles’ dreamy eyes, finding himself lost in the trauma of his past. The haunted quality was both beautiful and sad.

He ran his hand down Charles’ lips, experiencing a tingling of suppressed love.

They were both gazing at each other and, in the background, music from an anime film could be heard.

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

Unlike with the Pink Jenny I only got a few photos of the og Yellow Jenny aka the same Jenny that is in Warsaw boot

The main differences between them are the colours of: the wig (pink vs yellow), the hair rollers (pink and orange vs blue and green) and the eyebrows (amaranth vs light blue but later they both would get them in black)

Izabela Bujniewicz as Plameczka Pac/Jennyanydots, and possibly Wojciech Socha as Semaforro/Skimbleshanks