#lexx's face

[spaceyquinn]

The selfie lighting in my kitchen is exquisite ✨️

[ligercat]

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hi ive been obsessed w fez for the last two weeks and ur fics are the best ones.

i am literally obsessed w u so thank u for helping me w my ‘fez fever’

i live for the fez x reader x (platonic) ash. i love when ash and reader banter and tease eachother 😭

I LOVE UU

I love writing this trope SO MUCH.

"You guys know you could do this anywhere else but here." Ash's deep groan from the other side of the room forces Fez away from me, my lips chasing his as he backs away from me. His hands stabilize me on each side of my hips, my legs hanging off the edge of the counter between us. "Like fucking go make out in the car or some shit." I bite back a giggle at Ash's complaining, watching Fez's cheeks redden in embarrassment and his chest puff in protectiveness.

"Oh, is our love bothering you?" I call out over my shoulder, not needing to see the look on Ash's face to know he's beyond disgusted and beyond annoyed.

"You guys are like fucking rabbits, always making out and shit." I push Fez away from me with a huff, hopping down from the counter so I can peer under the cabinet at Ash who sits in the living room, draped across the loveseat.

"Then leave the room Ash, no one's asking you to hang around." Fez groans, giving me a sorry look as his hand rubs up and down my back.

"It's my goddamn house-"

"And I pay the goddamn bills so I'll kiss my woman where I want." I can't fight the laugh that leaves me this time, Fez's hand slapping over my mouth instantly and Ash gives me a deadly look.

"Boys, seriously. I think I know what's going on." I push Fez away from me and wave my hands between them, stepping away from Fez so I can approach Ash with hands held up, mocking surrender. "I think Ash misses me." I throw a pout his way, reaching out to tug him up from the couch and into my arms.

"Fuck no, get out of here." He scoffs, trying to push me away but he doesn't try hard enough because I just continue to smother him with love, pressing kisses to the top of his head as he whines. "Stop tryna hug me, Y/n."

"C'mere munchkin." I coo and he finally gives up with a huff, patting my back in an exasperated attempt to please my 'insanity'. "I think Ash just needs a hug." Fez chuckles from the doorway, looking between his brother and I with a fond expression.

"You're mean to him." Fez sighs, folding his arms over his chest and I throw him a sassy wink.

"It's good for his character development." Ash finally pushes me away, deciding he's had enough of my love and before he can storm out, I can see the light blush on his cheeks.

Success.

"Fuck character development and fuck both of y'all."

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[haunted-headset]

wilbur comforting reader after a nightmare? :0

…

(i tried to think of how to elaborate on that but i think i’ll just leave it up to you while my sleepy brain takes over LMAO)

🌙 I've Got You 🌙

a/n: this is such a cute idea wtf

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word count: 613 (i need to write longer fics i feel like writing short fics is bad but oh well)

contains: reader having a nightmare, use of Y/N, crying, reader having a panic attack, reader thinking Wilbur left them, reader shows signs of depression & anxiety, reader has self-deprecating thoughts

You had awoken with a gasp as you tried to catch your shaky breath & stop your sobs. It was just a dream. A really, really bad dream.

Wilbur, in the dream, had gotten fed up with you. He had gone on a rant about how much of a terrible partner you were & how you were useless & a waste of skin; it was almost as if he had taken every single thought you'd ever had about yourself, soaked them in vitriol till it was dripping, & then spouted it out to make your ears bleed. It was a fear you always had. Maybe it did happen. Maybe he finally fell out of love with you. Maybe he never loved you. Maybe he--

"No, Y/N, that didn't happen," you whispered to yourself through the sobs. "Wilbur's right next to--" You looked over at where Wilbur was supposed to be in bed.

& he wasn't there.

& that's when all of the panic you've ever felt attacked you like a tsunami. You started hyperventilating & sobbing so hard to the point where you were seeing white & your head felt like it was being slowly drilled into & your brain was being turned to mush. Your heart didn't go one millisecond without beating so hard you swore you could see it beating out of your chest, & you were shaking so hard to the point where somebody could've compared you to a vibrating iPhone & nobody would be able to tell the difference.

In a desperate attempt to calm yourself down, you slowly got up & stumbled over to Wilbur's closet to grab one of his hoodies. You pressed the hoodie to your face as you stumbled back to bed & sobbed harder, the scent of his body wash & cologne, earthy & calming & perfect, still faintly there. What did you do? What did you do to make him leave you? You were aware that you were far from a perfect partner, & you were far from attractive, & maybe he had some sort of realization & decided that there were other, better fish in the sea to catch, leaving you at the bottom of the pond, away from the shiny, attractive fish that he was bound to catch.

"Darling?" his voice rang out & echoed against the walls, causing you to look up.

"Oh my God, honey," Wilbur, lovely, amazing Wilbur, whispered, practically jumping onto the bed to pull you into his lap & wrap his arms around you so tightly to the point where you thought you'd never be able to escape his embrace. Not that you were complaining, of course. "I've got you. You're okay, you're alright."

"Why're we crying? What's going on?" he whispered in your ear, rocking you back & forth & wiping your tears.

"I had a bad dream & I thought you left," you croaked through your sobs.

"Baby, I would never even dream of leaving you," Wilbur said. "You're everything to me. You're the reason I wake up in the morning. You're the reason I write songs & play music. You're the reason I'm still here." He kisses your cheek before continuing, "You're the Tori Spring to my Michael Holdman or whatever his name is."

"Michael Holden," you corrected with a tearful laugh.

He smiled at you. "There's my beautiful baby with their beautiful laugh," he whispered.

"Why weren't you in our room?" you asked.

"I was getting water, lovely," he said. "I wasn't leaving, not at all. I wouldn't even dare to think about it. I'd die without you."

"Promise?" you asked.

He linked his pinky with yours. "Swear on my life."

[crayzdyaln]

LEXX ART FACE STUDY THINGY!! And a side doodle of her that’s unfinished 👽. I’m planning on drawing Mo or Lee some time soon!

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Yall can listen to: X from Lexxe

While you read this, I promise you, this song is so Billy coded. I'm always like 😩

TW: no minors yall shoo, suggestive language, etc, it's spicey but not burning hot spicey yet, part two is coming in a few days, touching, mentioning pet names and fem reader, suggestive gestures but not detailed iykyk

Cause I need more than my imagination

Going to Hawkins was boring as shit, the high school sucked, everyone was so..small towny? People were either extremely religious, judgy, or complete popular kids.

'Like Steve Harrington, guy had girls drolling if not also boys, I mean I get it he's attractive but not like ATTRACTIVE.'

So going to school and seeing no one fitting your type was exhausting, but there was Billy, he came to Hawkins a few years ago, with his Step sister and all.

Really there wasn't much to him at first but then, there was rumors, about him, how he was like in the bedroom. He wasn't very alluring at first, his snarky, flirty personality not really your thing. But when you went to a party, playing Pool and absolutely obliterating the other team, you caught a glimpse of him staring at you as you bend down to hit the white ball against the last colored billiard ball, absolutely missing when a blush slammed itself on your cheeks. Giving the other team the win. Huffing you drop a comment to the other team that was being a sore winner, "I would've won if I hadn't had more to drink dipshits, yall are sober assholes!" You snap at them, groaning as you go get yourself some more heavily alcohol infused punch. It didn't taste good but fuck did it do the job.

You sit down outside by the pool, as you watch a group of guys gather around a beer keg, Billy, as you knew him, is doing the weird drinking over head thing. Staring at the scene unfolding, while sipping your drink, when he was done you watch the way the drink slips down his bare chest, vanishing under his flannel somewhere, when you look back up at his face he was already staring at you, all smug and shit. God you would've been embarrassed but you had so much alcohol you found it incredibly hot. So you smile before walking away. Deciding to leave the party early, you walk down the street, turning around one last time to see him standing on the street watching you go.

That was about a week ago, but the stares didn't stop, you'd catch him staring at you chewing on his toothpick in the hall, the classrooms he was in with you, the cafeteria, parking lot shit even when you passed him on the way to the toilet.

Honestly it was a bit much, you didn't forget what happened, how could you, but now you weren't drunk, you were you. And you avoided all his stares, he was basically undressing you with his eyes, and he didn't try to hide it. He'd lock eyes and lick the toothpick, or he'd adjust his pants, which you weren't sure was just habit because hsi belt seemed annoying to you, or for other reasons.

But you always did you best to avoid his gaze, you'd occupy yourself when he stared at you, opening the book you had no intend to read, or whatever else was closest. And he definitely knew you were just shy, embarrassed and definitely not used to this attention.

The second week you got a bit more confident, you'd hold his gaze a little longer until he would wink at you with his smile, which imidiatly caused you to blush and again, occupy yourself with something else. That's how the second week passed.

Third week he was visibly closer, sitting at the same table, behind you in class, or standing next to your locker. Hell avoiding him was hard, but you tried less and less to avoid him. His eyes still flustered you as did his slowly more suggestive gestures. But you tried so hard to be more comfortable, and slowly it came naturally to stare back at him. Imagining the things he would do to you if you finally had the courage to say more than hi back to him.

Fourth week, he would gently slide his hand over you shoulders as he whispered a sweet hi in your ear, in the crowded hallway. Which he only received a flustered hello or a broken good morning. In class he'd play with your hair, or draw random patterns on your back.

Fifth week, those patterns weren't just random, slowly you made out words, like "pretty today" or "I like those pants" or "smelling good" really it wasn't much but the last Friday that week he wrote "you look incredibly hot today, wonder if it can get even hotter". Which left you a mess all weekend.

Sixth week he sat next to you at the cafeteria, he never really ate, but he got the food you enjoyed and shared it with you, staring at you as you drank the chocolate milk, or took a bite out of the snacks he got. He would feed you if you would talk to him a bit more. You still barely said anything but small talk, that's all he got, he flirted? You shut down and stayed quiet while blushing.

Seventh week, you got a lot more comfortable, one or two flirts back to him a day, that was it, that was all you managed. And it humbled you when you stuttered it out instead of saying it normal. Shit it was real humbling. But he took it all, he basked in it, he chewed his bottom lip when it was a good line or he'd nudge your thigh with his knuckles when he started to lose himself in your eyes.

Eighth week, you finally found yourself in the position of openly flirting, less shy, a lot more bold and profound suggestive. He loved it, he'd laugh, or actually get a slight tint on his freckled covered cheeks. Shit he had the prettiest smile and laugh. In class he now sat next to you and the stares were more obvious, in the last row, no one really noticed. But you wear skirts and the slight cross your legs, moving so the skirt rode up a bit. He couldn't help but smile and grip the table when he looked at you, his eyes traveling up to yours holding them. Getting regularly scolded by the teacher for being all love doves.

Ninth week, you finally let him drive you home, sitting in the passenger seat as he'd blast his favorite music, but keeping it low enough to talk to you, his fingers flickering against your thigh. He'd shift gears and his hand would fall to you leg. Eventually he let his hand rest on your thigh, and you let him it was nice. Gentle, careful, kind of sweet. He never went to far.

Tenth week both of you reached the limit. He had his hand between your thighs when he was driving you home, your hand gripping his wrist and slightly squeezing as he stared ahead at the road.

"Billy" you said over the music,

"Yeah hot stuff?" He asked puffing out the smoke of his Marlboro red.

"Uh..did you ever like, imagine things when you stared at me? Like before we talked..."

He glances at you, a smirk slowly coming to play on his face,

"Yeha but I doubt you can handle it Doll"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that I don't think you're able to handle my nasty thoughts yet sweets"

"That's bullshit!"

"Oh yeah? You know why I wanted to call you candy cane at first?"

"No?"

"Cause I love to suck on candy cane"

"Uh oh"

"Yeah, so don't worry, I'll eventually call you that too when you let me taste you as well."

"Oh....uh wow okay uhm"

"See? You can't handle it, and Doll, there's more of that waiting to be exposed to your sweet, innocent mind"

You just laugh a bit, the heat in your abdomen settling and your cheeks match it.

Well there was a lot he kept from you so far, the both of you have just started dating and it was obvious he desired you so deeply, but he was nice enough to wait and keep it to himself. Mostly. He'd call you sweet tit's and stuff when you looked very tempting, but he only said that when it was you too.

In school he'd been basically eye fucking you, you definitely didn't miss it. You're not idiotic enough to miss the way he'd lick his lips when he was forced to sit away from you. Or when you guys had PE and he'd purposely wipe his face with the hem of his shirt, and pull yours up when the teacher told the next exercise, to place his hand in the lower part of your back. Keeping it there, letting his finger nails gently scratch your skin.

It flustered you to hell, you'd have to hurry to the changing room to take a cold shower, or the bathroom if it was during class, to catch a break from his need. To be honest you had to sit down sometimes just to stop yourself from getting rid of that annoying wet feeling that he always caused. He didn't even know how bad you had it for him.

The way his hands wrapped around the steering wheel or how he'd lick his lips after puffing out smoke, or the way his cologne clung to your clothes at the end of the day with his cigarette smell. Drove you insane, so when you were at his place that day, you, in his bed room alone, checking his perfumes to see which is the one he always uses. When you found it, you memorize the name and how it looks and spray some on your sleeve.

Playing dumb when he came back with drinks as he smelled the air.

"Did you use my perfum?"

"Uh no that's probably just you"

He wasn't idiotic to miss what you've been doing either, sneaking away when he tempted you, smelling his jacket when he had you wear it, or the way you looked at his hand when he touched you. Or how you flinched in PE when he touched your bare skin. Well whenever he touched you to be honest. He did it on purpose, to see how long you'd last.

(I didn't read over it, but part two will be here soonnnn I'm so excited yall, but also so stressed cause this is the first time sharing spicey writing and basically my thoughts and own fantasies. 😔 Anywayssss enjoy)

PART TWO IS COMING TODAY YALL, the explicit version, but you can skip it, I'll make sure to write the less spicey version for those who don't enjoy this!!!

[lina-lovebug]

Bleeding Hearts

Part 6

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“You took everything from me,” my voice spoke through the machine he was using to watch his own death. There were tears in my eyes as I forced my dagger in his skull. My strength was able to force it in after three strikes, and his demons looked at me.

“I will do the same to you all,” I hissed at them.

The Colonel grabbed his human skull from his body and held it in his hands. It is tiny compared to the body he occupies now, and he crushed it in his hand.

“So this belongs to you,” He said without looking at me, my dagger in his hand.

He stared at it with a certain look within his eye. He looked conflicted and confused, but his own emotional turmoil did not matter to me.

“What’s the DNA request for, boss?” The demon asked him, and he finally looked at me.

“Just need to double check something when we get back,” He told him, avoiding the question as he continued to stare at me. He was studying my face, almost as if he had seen me before.

The eclipse had dawned upon us, and I started to think of what to do before their leader could take us with them. Their weapons are made for fast moving targets, so unless they were distracted, we could not just run. Tuk is still too small to defend herself, so I would have to prioritize her safety before anything else.

“Show me your hands,” the Colonel told me, to which I held them down.

He grabbed both my hands by my wrist while the other held me by my queue, and I clenched my jaw.

“Only three fingers,” he muttered to himself, and then looked at me. His hand reached for my hair and I tried to scoot away.

“Stay!” The demon demanded, his gun being held at the back of my neck.

My ears folded back to avoid his unholy hand, and grabbed a feather from my hair. It was one that Neytiri had braided into my hair.

“Do you know her?” He held up the feather and then the end of my sister's bow.

Which had the same feather.

“I will tear out your vocal cords and feed them to Zephyr,” I replied, my voice low and dangerous as it started to rain.

“Do. . .do you know where. . .” He tried to communicate with me but was frustrated.

The other demons could sense this and grabbed Kiri. They grabbed her by her restraints and held a gun to her temple.

“Kiri!” I yelled in a panic.

“Answer him or she gets a bullet,” Kiri whimpered, closing her eyes.

“It was a gift from my sister. She is the first woman to kill you,” I answered.

“The first?” the Colonel questioned.

I said nothing but stared at him. He was no man, nor could he ever dream to be Na’vi - he wears our skin but is nothing but hollow within.

That is why they are demons.

He got up and the feather hung between his fingers, keeping it in place. Before I could try and figure out my own plan, a call came deep within the forest.

Neytiri.

I had to keep a smile from approaching on my lips as the children recognized their mothers call. The demons assumed it was some animal, but they would regret ignoring the calls of a mother.

“Watch our six,” the Colonel told them and started to walk away. I was beside Kiri and Spider, being held by a demon woman.

My sister's calls were growing stronger, meaning she was growing closer.

Kiri started to pray to Eywa, hoping that we would all make it out alive. The demon yanked her hair, telling her to be quiet, but she ignored him. One last pull, I knew he had made a grave mistake.

And Neytiris’ arrow struck through his skull. The demon woman panicked, and her grip on me loosened. I turned around as she started firing her weapon into the trees and pushed it upwards. It avoided Neytiri completely, and I bit her wrist.

“Shit!” She yelled out in pain, letting her weapon out of her grasp as my fangs punctured her skin.

As she swung out at me, I ducked and ran into the forest. The eclipse would not be over for an hour and the darkness covered me well. I could smell the gas bomb that Lo’ak released, and climbed further into the trees.

The gunfire that once crowded my hearing had now ceased, and my ears flickered at the sound of a gun being reloaded.

He is beneath me.

One look downwards, and he was beneath the tree I had hidden myself in. The revived demon, the one responsible for my fathers death and for my familys’ grief.

“That you, Mrs. Sully? I recognized your calling card,” He called out to her, and I spotted my dagger in his pocket.

“Why don’t you come on out, Mrs. Sully? You and I, we’ve got some unfinished business.”

You will die before you reach her.

“Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to!” She yelled out.

“Guess you’ve been pretty busy! Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds! I met your sister too! She’s a real fiery one! I think we’d get along great,” He was taunting her, trying to coax her out.

My chance for revenge came as the guns sounded, and he got up to take his shot.

She was the first, and I will be the last.

I jumped down onto him, forcing my feet off of the tree and collided with his body. We fell downwards, and as he scrambled to try and get me away, I bit his neck.

I remained ontop of him as his hands went to my shoulders, trying to force me off, but the harder he pushed, the more blood I could taste.

He elbowed my throat, to which I gasped and let go, but I had grabbed my dagger and held it at his throat.

“Neytiri was the first, but I will be the last,” I sneered, forcing my thumb inside of his neck wound, and he cried out.

“Any last words, demon?” I brought up my dagger, ready to pierce his heart.

“Nina, I’m sorry.”

I was caught off guard, and that day, I would not have my revenge. Just as I was confused by his answer and the look of despair in his eyes, a gunshot sounded and my eyes widened.

The grip on my dagger loosened and it fell as I grabbed my shoulder. It was throbbing with pain and when I looked at my hand, it was covered in blood.

A sharp pain came from behind me, and all I could see was darkness.

[lexosaurus]

Mighty Lexx I cannot remember what epsiode the danno face is from.

Thank you DP Discord for helping with this one 🙏

It's from Season 1 Episode 11: Shades of Gray!

[get your transparent dannos here]

[lexiepiper]

Aaaaand here we go!

After a truly horrible year, and a fic that just didn’t want to be written, my @invisobang space horror fic The Void Yawns Softly is finally up!

My collaboration artists were @q-gorgeous and @lexosaurus. Gorgi’s art will be found at @k-beckerart, and Lexx’s music at @lexosaurus. Each will be posting their respective pieces as the matching chapters are posted at a rate of one chapter per day!

Fic summary: Despite saving the world, nobody knows that Danny Fenton is anything other than a perfectly normal astronaut candidate training for the first manned mission to Mars. He's generally happy to keep it this way, too, until he's disqualified from the team at the last minute. They jet into space without him, only to go dark on comms a month into their journey while he's left back on Earth, unable to save them from whatever went wrong. He has to rescue them. He's the only one who can... But when NASA sends him up there to achieve the impossible, Danny comes face to face with the very thing he fears the most: despite his love of the stars, space is cold and empty and ready to destroy him, and when his welcome aboard the stricken ship isn't what he'd expected, he's going to need everything he has at his disposal to bring them home again.

Thanks again to Gorgi, Lexx, special mention to beta Bib, and anyone else who helped me with the crazy science and was so patient with me throughout this entire process!

I hope you all enjoy the story <3

[goddamnwebcomics]

Webcomic Check: Fall 2024

Boy is it ever Fall.

Las Lindas: Mora and Geecku talk some shit about chaos and end of the world but that doesn't matter, this does.

LOOK AT THIS SHIT, MORA IS TAKING STEROIDS NOW. I SWEAR TO GOD, I KEEP FORGETTING SHE WAS THAT BUFF. LAST TIME WE SAW HER SHE CERTAINLY WASN'T.

Okay I went back and EVERY time I do a Webcomic Check on a page Mora appears I am always shocked by her fucking muscles. Maybe it's because I do those constant revisits and that completely erases my memory of MuscleMora?

The worst thing is this isn't even consistent, in the 20 Years of Las Lindas banner, she is shown without ANY muscles, so it's fucking magic muscles that show up anytime she takes her shirt off. I have to apologize to Spinnerette now...speaking of

Spinnerette: Katt is trying to fight against the other nine-tailed guy we saw earlier, and he is ranting about how CANADA'S HISTORY IS DARK BUT WE ARE TRYING TO BE BETTER. Oh my fucking god, is Kraw now trying to work Canada's past exploitation of indigenous people in its plot??? And give a villain a motivation based on that? So this is just Canadian Killmonger?

Gah, I don't even want to know what is Kraw doing. I am not even gonna give MGA the time of the day for this. I still have an unfinished MGA revisit still in my drafts. I guess I finally burned out on it???

Carnivores: We see Austin driving home, ending yet another one of his crazy adventures...in a page that was released over a month ago. I guess Austin is taking a break, since his page does list upcoming Carnivores arcs. If this page is exact same in the next Webcomic Check, then I'll get worried.

Legacy of Dominic Deegan: We see a bunch of women talk to each other and...I really hope all these women are related to each other, because I am afraid I spot a bit of same face syndrome in Mookie's art. Not even ongoing Deegan riff has that! Don't tell me Mookie's flaws from 2004 are coming back to haunt him!

Once again I have zero context to anything that's happening, so I am not just not gonna say anything about it. I wonder what happened to Snout, he's been absent the last 3 Webcomic Checks.

Alien Dice: Lexx is still fighting the Orange Man, and this time he has a partner! Another brother of Riley!

And more Tiffany's art changes, the more it stays the same. And Lexx talks about cheating, but these two don't listen to reason and prepare to finish him.

Peter and Company: I usually would've left this out, but I was told that Peter's secret crush finally debuted, a deer named Cici who really loves him but Peter won't give her time of the day. What's the point? We all know these two won't end up together, Peter and Whitney is here to confirm that! And sadly, cameos haven't gone anywhere, but I like the mouse science teacher.

Peter and Whitney: Chelsea is back along with her based-on-a-real-person boyfriend, talking to Peter and Whitney through Skype call and they literally do a joke about him being copy pasted. Sigh. Remind me to not check on this comic in the next Webcomic Check.

[phandomphightclub]

Important 2023 Phight Information

By popular demand, the one and only Ghost Zone Denny’s is reopening to host the notorious PHANDOM PHIGHT CLUB! Tali (@dannyphandump) and Vic (@babypop-phantom)are returning with the help of new recruit Lexx (@lexosaurus) to mod the biggest and baddest fight in the Ghost Zone! Get ready to face your friends, acquaintances, strangers, and enemies in immortal combat an organized shitposting tournament!

So… what the heck is the Phandom Phight Club?

THE SHORT EXPLANATION

It’s basically a Danny Phantom shitposting tournament, involving 64 entrants and 6 total rounds of posts. Rounds are single elimination, leaving one ultimate Phight Club Champion.

This post provides a great backstory as to how the Phight Club came to be!

THE DETAILED EXPLANATION

Please read even if you have participated in previous years as some information has changed!

For Entrants:

Registration begins December 4th at 12am EST

Entrants will be sorted randomly into a single-elimination bracket. This bracket will be posted on December 31st for everyone to view.

ONLY 64 PHIGHTERS CAN ENTER. In past years, spots filled up very rapidly, so we suggest signing up as early as possible!

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The 2023 Phight™ will take place throughout the month of January. More specific details on the schedule will be included on the January calendar to be released November 26th.

A new round will take place every few days, with a couple “dead days” scheduled for phighters to prepare their shitposts.

Please be sure you’re able to submit your entry on each entry day. Participants will be disqualified if they do not submit an entry by the deadline.

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Submission posts will be reblogged to @phandomphightclub throughout the day submissions are due.

Voters decide the winners of each round. The winners will move onto the next round. The phinal round occurs when only two phighters are left. The semiphinalist phighters will also compete in the phinal round prompt for third place. (If you make it to round 5, you automatically compete in round 6, the phinal round, to determine phinal standings.)

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Prizes for winners will be announced if we find people willing to provide them, but no prizes are guaranteed other than bragging rights and certificates for the top 3. Who wouldn't want to brag about winning the Phight?

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Voters are crucial to the success of this competition. A poll to vote for the winners of each round will be open the whole day after the submissions are due.

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Other Information:

There is no phight the day of voting.

People will be able to place bets on who will win the Phight. Betting booth information will be released with the January Phight calendar on November 26th.

Round results will be posted on @phandomphightclub after voting ends.

PHIGHT CLUB RULES:

The first rule of phight club is you don’t talk about phight club.

All entries must be SFW (absolutely no sexual content or excessive gore). People who submit this kind of content may be disqualified at the discretion of the mods.

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If you’re confused about anything, don’t hesitate to send an ask to @phandomphightclub.

Don’t eat food off the ground in the Denny’s parking lot. Trust me, please.

Please be patient with us mods as we work to provide the best Phight experience for you. And to those of you who have participated before, please note that this year’s Phight may not be as extravagant as it was in previous years. We are working to streamline our system and smaller side projects are very hard for us to manage on top of everything else. It is also important to note that write-ups of round results will not be as prevalent this year in lieu of our new system. Thank you for your understanding while we navigate these changes, but don’t worry… us mods still have some tricks up our sleeves…

Thank you for your interest in the Phight Club! Order an appetizer at the Denny’s, place your bets, and get ready to watch the greatest Phight this side of the ghost portal!

💚 Mod Tali, Mod Vic, and Mod Lexx

[glennk56]

David Verrey, British actor. David Verrey’s film career started in 1989, but he only has 34 credits, mostly in TV. He has made appearances in popular TV shows, so his face is familiar. He is also very active in British Theater.

PHOTOS

1. 1993/Feb. Poirot S05;E05.

2. 1999/May. Red Dwarf S08;E08.

3. 2001/Sep. Lexx S04;E09.

4. 2004/Oct. Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.

5-7 2005/Mar. Doctor Who S01;E04.

8. 2006/May. Ultimate Force S04;E02.

9. 2007/Nov. Law & Order: UK S05;E01.

10. 2012/May. Game of Thrones S02;E06.

11-12. Ripper Street S01;E06.

13. profile photo, circa 2013.

14. 2014. photo from theatrical production of One Man, Two Guvnors.

15-16. 2014/Jun. The Musketeers S01;E01.

17. 2021/Apr. Shadow & Bone S01;E05.

[mla0]

“I don’t know how to dance.”

Lexx smiled, queueing up a classical song on her phone and plugging it into a speaker. “Well, Shaun,” she mused. “You’ll just have to learn! Aren’t you glad I’m your teacher?”

Shaun mumbled something quietly under her breath, her face turning a light pink as she absentmindedly fiddled with the seams of her clothes. Her hair was down to her shoulders, messy and partly covering her eyes. She probably thought Lexx wouldn’t notice the response if she hid her face. 

She was wrong, of course!

“Um,” Shaun started, quietly. “What kind of dance should I do?”

This prompted a laugh from Lexx; not a cruel one, but perhaps a little teasing. 

“You’ll see!”

Despite Shaun’s nervous protests- her insisting she can’t dance, that she’ll make a mistake and embarrass herself- Lexx hummed pleasantly as she straightened out her own dress. She had to look good for this one.

Finally, she beckoned the other girl over, watching her shuffle over in her oversized green sweater and loose jeans that dragged slightly over the floor. Her glasses were slightly crooked, and looked to be many years old. 

Despite her seemingly rough appearance, Lexx knew she was trying her best. She’d only come out to her a few months ago, and her style was still developing with what little clothes she'd bought. Still- she was beautiful, and she didn’t even seem to know it. 

“Are you going to have me copy you?” Shaun asked, still clueless to Lexx’s plan. When she smiled sweetly in response, she could immediately see Shaun’s expression turn to one of suspicion. They’d known each other as kids, and if anybody knew when Lexx’s expression indicated mischief, it’d be Shaun. 

Lexx extended her hand, inviting her close. “Well, actually,” 

A smile.

“I was thinking you could learn to slow-dance?”

And there it was. Shaun’s already-nervous face turned into one of complete anxiety, tensing up and shying back. “I’ll make an idiot of myself!”

“You’re silly,” Lexx cooed, keeping her hand out for the other girl. “I’d love to teach you.”

“I-“ Shaun started, but no other words came out. After a few painfully long seconds, she slowly relaxed, though Lexx did notice her hand was still shaking as it met her own. Shaun slowly drew in close, before going still like a deer in headlights.

As Lexx turned the music on, she gently guided Shaun’s hands on where to go. One on the shoulder, and one on the waist, both of which were mirrored in response. Shaun’s face silently reddened as her eyes darted in any direction besides where Lexx was, blowing a strand of hair out of her eye.

As much as Lexx’s heart melted at the sight, she knew she had to be gentle. With a firm yet careful grip, Lexx instructed.

“Okay, start by taking a step to the left.”

Shaun did as she was told, still shaking ever-so slightly. She was silent in that moment, though a million thoughts were racing through her mind. As Lexx gave more short commands, she hesitantly relaxed, unconsciously gripping the other woman a little tighter.

As time moved on, Shaun was starting to wear out a bit. She never realized just how tiring it can be to slowly move around with another person in your arms, and she knew Lexx could tell she was getting fatigued. 

As the pair gently swayed, spinning around and moving to the right, it slowed. For just a moment, Shaun began to realize maybe Lexx’s intentions had no element of surprise to them. Just her friend helping her learn something new, right?

Not so.

As they stopped where they’d began, Lexx’s hand fully slid around Shaun’s waist, pulling her in close. Before Shaun could say anything, her legs felt as though they were being literally swept off their feet. 

She fell back quickly, but was carefully propped up by the other girl. She was above her now, her eyes glinting as she smiled and held her. She’d dipped her down as a final lesson for the day, and was completely confident in doing so.

Shaun’s heartbeat quickened rapidly, a deep blush now fully obvious on her face as she could only stare up at Lexx. She was pale, with a rounded face and intense brown eyes that seemed to sparkle even in a dark room. Her hair was long and black, and her lips…

No, no, what are you doing? Shaun said to herself. You can’t think about that right now!

Yet she quickly realized this was, in fact, the perfect time to be thinking about it. The careful yet warm touch from her hands, her confident demeanor, the perfect curves that she was now holding onto. Without knowing what she was doing, she melted into the position with a soft sigh.

Lexx seemed to like this reaction quite a bit, judging by how she could now see her lips part into a goofy little smile. She felt like her stomach was going to burst with how many butterflies were in there. 

“How do you feel?” Lexx asked, her voice quieter than before, yet warm. Shaun’d almost call it loving. 

“Nervous,” Shaun admitted, though she laughed sweetly right after. “But... good.”

Lexx’s free hand brushed a lock of hair away from her face, to get a perfect look at Shaun’s pretty face. “Good.”

They said nothing for a few moments, with both wondering what the other was going to do. They both had an idea- one they were too nervous to say out loud- but still an idea nonetheless. 

Shaun’s brows furrowed together in thought, and Lexx watched quietly, that soft smile still plastered on her face as though it were permanent. Shaun’s breath was short, her blush everlasting and her pupils dilated. It was tense, but calm. 

“Well,” Lexx started. “I’d say this was a good first l-“

She paused as Shaun’s hands travelled upwards, cupping her face gently. As she looked back down, she saw the faintest hint of a smile from the shorter girl. Oh, her heart could burst at the sight!

She didn’t expect this. And she certainly didn’t expect Shaun to draw her face in close. Her hands were shaking again, but it wasn’t stopping her from trying her best to… flirt?

Shaun’s gaze slightly panned down, and Lexx finally felt the blush settle in for her as well, once she realized the other girl was looking at her lips. There was a silent question- a shy one, as befitting for Shaun- yet her heart skipped a beat nonetheless. 

Shaun broke the silence, making her question clear. 

“C-can I…?”

And Lexx melted.

“Of course,” She replied, her words barely above a whisper. It was as if she was worried the opportunity would fly away if she was any louder. 

For a few seconds, Shaun paused. Nervousness crept up on her again, and Lexx could feel her hands tremble. Yet, she waited. She wouldn’t take this moment away from Shaun.

After a long, stuttered breath, Shaun pulled her in.

Her lips were softer than Lexx could have ever expected, even though they were a little chapped. Their eyes closed, and for just a moment the music seemed to stop. By this point Shaun was mostly back upright again, one hand around the other woman’s neck and the other still cupping her cheek. She was soft- clearly quite nervous- but neither of them cared. 

When Shaun finally pulled back, neither even breathed. Her lips had been smattered with Lexx’s own black lipstick, her face a lovely pink and her eyes half-open. She almost looked to be in a daze, and Lexx couldn’t say she didn’t feel similar. 

Finally, both sighed slightly, remembering they were still on Earth. Shaun’s other hand slid down to her neck, and all she could do was quietly look at her. What could they even say now?

“I…” Shaun mumbled hazily. “I think I’d like more dancing lessons.”

The awkward silence was broken with playful laughter, Lexx being unable to help herself. “Frankly, I think you’re quite good at this already!”

“Oh.” Shaun said softly, and Lexx bristled when she realized what that sounded like. She gently squeezed Shaun’s hip, and a flustered squeak escaped the other girl’s mouth.

“Perhaps instead, we could go to the mall and get you some more clothes?” Lexx proposed, a devilish smirk reappearing on her face. “I’d certainly like to kiss you again.”

“O-oh.” Shaun repeated, looking like she was going to pass out from sheer surprise. She turned her face away again, her messy hair attempting (and failing) to hide her flushed cheeks. “I’d… like that.”

“Great!” Lexx chirped. “It’s a date, then.”

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Sarah and wheezie realizing rafes good mood is actually because of a new woman in his life?

LOVE!

"Rafe, are you blushing?" Wheezie asks as she throws herself down onto the couch beside her brother, eyes desperately trying to peak down at his phone. He shoves her away with a scoff, his wide eyes sending me a desperate look.

"Wheeze-"

"Rafe never blushes let alone shows any sort of positive emotion!" She points out with a huff, folding her arms over her chest. "Right?" She looks to me for agreement but I just shake my head with a shrug. For a second, I think she's going to drop it but instead, Sarah steps into the room with furrowed brows.

"Rafe showing positive emotion instead of fantasizing about homicide? That's new." Sarah claps, falling down beside me on the couch and she wraps an arm around my shoulder. "Who ya texting?" She asks but I'm quick to turn my phone off, my cheeks warming as I duck my gaze to avoid Wheezie and Sarah's interested gaze.

"Okay, weird." Wheezie huffs and I take a deep breath, flashing wide eyes at Rafe as he slips his phone into his pocket, discontinuing our private text conversation that was meant to not be on Sarah's or Wheezie's radar. We're not the best secret keepers.

"Should we just tell them?" I ask Rafe, a small scoff leaving him as he nods his head, looking down at his lap. I address both girls, referencing between Rafe and I before confessing. "Rafe and I have been seeing each other for nearly four months now and you both are blind if you haven't realized it by now-"

"I fucking knew it!" Wheezie cheers, slapping a hand over her mouth as Ward yells 'language' from another part of the house. Sarah's dumbfounded, looking between her brother and I as the pieces in her head fit into place.

"That's why you've been so nice." Sarah nods at Rafe, a small blush dipping down under the collar of his shirt as he sends his sister a small nod in agreement, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. A sudden look of realization passes across Wheezie's face, her jaw dropping as she reaches out to punch Rafe on the shoulder, a small wince leaving him.

"Oh my god, you're the girl who's been keeping us up for months?!"

Oh god. They heard that?

"Oh god this just got a lot worse." Rafe mutters, burying his face into the nearest pillow and I try desperately to hold in all of my anxious giggles as Sarah and Wheezie go back and forth, recalling awkward moments from the last few months that they're just now piecing together.

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[haunted-headset]

hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

[ladylooch]

Omg i never read how lexi met emma 💀💀 thats so funny

When she had to come face to face with the sister of the guy she was having sex with and actually introduce herself 🥹 poor lexx

She handled it SO well. There is more from Emma’s perspective here too.

But Nico is like okay yes. She can meet mom and dad now. Nothing could be worse than that 😅