#mystery skulls animated fanfic

[alphashley14]

One of Us Special Announcement! 📣

Last night I went into ao3 and uploaded a bunch of fan artworks that some of my lovely readers have done throughout my time writing this fic. (With their permission ofc) Including a few of my own that I had posted on Tumblr but forgotten to put on ao3. So as you read One of Us, you may be occasionally treated to some fanart by some very talented and amazing people!

Here are a few of them. Three of these works are by @nikicherry1234 and the other three are by @spiraleel-blog. And seriously - if you’ve made fanart for One of Us, I cannot thank you enough! Getting all of the pieces together really put it in perspective how loved my cringe fanfic is, and I am deeply moved by all your hard work!

[art-nikicherry1234]

"One of Us" fanfic fanart. Chapter sixteen.

[totallynotafeline]

Just found an older MSA fic I had been writing a couple years back that I never finished. I decided to try writing more for it again and it's going so well 😎😎 I am so motivated 👹

So hopefully at some point that'll be released on my ao3. I'll link it here if I do

Also I am working on my punk sun fic but I've slowed down with writing it for a bit but I AM still writing I swear. I have a few chapter prewritten and they keep seeming to get longer. Which is good and bad cause that's more content but that also means more time between posting chapters. I'm also working on more art for it

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

Mystery Skulls Animated x Danny Phantom

What if Arthur’s mom was Jazz Fenton? And the reason he’s living with his Uncle Lance is because there was a portal accident that caused it to explode (leaving only Arther alive but making him more like his Uncle Danny). But unlike Danny, the only person who knows about Arthur being half-ghost now is his Uncle Lance.

So when he meets Vivi, Lewis, and Mystery, they usually go after people of Scooby-Doo threat levels. And if there is a ghost, Arthur usually sneaks off to take care of it while doing his best to steer his friends away from it (note he is still terrified of ghosts but he figures he’s better equipped to handle it so reluctantly does so).

Rest is up to anyone who wants to write it.

[wthelvetica21]

◻︎◼︎◻︎◼︎ Murlyn Kingsmen ◼︎◻︎◼︎◻︎

Age 

27 (when last seen)

Blood Type 

O- 

Occupation 

Former Paranormal Investigator and Cryptologist for The Living Tombstone/ Amateur Musician 

Actual Occupation

Formally Electronics Expert at “Kingsmen Mechanics’ owned by his dad, Lance 

Favorite Shows/Games  

Horror/Anime 

(Saitama, Resident Evil 4) 

Favorite Food 

Pepper Paradisio’s Pasta Garlic Bread Sub 

Instrument 

Beat sequencer (owns a Roland 808) and Vocals

Favorite Animal 

Foxes and his cat Jiru 

Likes Video Games Music The Paranormal and Urban Legends Alcoholic Drinks 

Dislikes Being used Getting mocked for his interests Hospitals (long story) Fate Alive but... [[Date Redacted]]

[prodigaldaughteralice]

Out of nowhere, a Mystery Skulls Animated fic. Arthur-centric character exploration oneshot, just prior to Losing My Mind.

Arthur remembered that there had been a job. He didn’t remember what the job had been, if they’d been actually hired or it was just a hunch, how it had gone, if it had been a haunting or a cryptid or a witches’ coven or anything else, but he remembered that there had been a job.

[pi-cat000]

MSA time travel idea (part 44)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25  Lewis POV 3,  Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31, ViVi POV 4 , 33, 34, Lewis POV 5, Mystery POV 2, Lewis POV 6, Vivi POV 5, Lewis POV 7 Vivi POV 6 Vivi POV 7 42 43

Part 45 here?

...

When Arthur blinks back awake his head is heavy like it has been filled with cotton and there is a persistent throbbing soreness to his shoulder. Out of habit, he checks his arm. It is still his arm and still attached to his shoulder. The dull pain is from a shotgun wound and not a recent amputation. After several years of arm-related pains and aches, it is a familiar enough sensation. Easily ignored. Best to just go back to sleep and let the world fade away. Everything is better when he is not awake to feel the press of guilt weighing on his throughs. Fittingly, it is this same guilt that drags him into a more coherent state.

He can’t drift back to sleep yet.

What right does he have to sleep when his Uncle and Lewis might never wake up? For all he knew his last conversation with Vivi had been a hallucination conjured by his exhausted brain and his Uncle was dead and Lewis possessed.

He shifts his attention to the room, immediately spying Vivi sitting at his bedside. The room is quiet enough that he can hear her finger tapping aggressively across her phone. She is hunched under Lewis’s oversized jacket, reading something on her phone, her brow creased into a scowl. The dirt on her face is gone and her shirt is a lighter shade of blue so enough time has passed for Vivi to leave the hospital, get changed, and come back.

He clears his throat to catch her attention, watching how a faint smile tugs at the corners of Vivi’s mouth when their eyes meet. Like she is happy to see him or something.

“Are Lew…” he immediately breaks into a coughing fit before fumbling for the half-full cup at his bedside, shrugging away Vivi’s attempt at helping and gulping the water down.

He clears his throat again.

“Lewis and Uncle Lance? Are they…” alive?

Vivi’s smile falls away, settling into a more neutral line of worry.

“Lance is still in intensive care, but only because he needs a ventilator. The nurse in his ward says he’ll be moved out today as long as there is no further complications with his injuries. As for Lewis’s situation…” She breaths out, face crumpling ever so briefly, “there’s been no change. He’s still in a coma…”

“Do you think I can see them?” Maybe it’s dumb but Arthur wants to confirm with his own eyes that they are both alive. He attempts to wiggle upright and finds it difficult from his prone position.

“I can’t see why not. They’re in different parts of the hospital so it’s a bit of a walk.” Vivi looks him over, gaze critical.  Pain spikes in his chest and he fumbles for the bed’s remote knocking over the now empty cup, so it tumbles to the ground.

“…we should ask a nurse first,” she amends, catching the remote before he can knock it off the table as well. She offers it to him, and gives a shaky smile. He tries to return the gesture but the expression feels wrong...disconcerting…He lets his eyes drop to focus on the remote, selecting the setting that would raise him into a more upright position.

Vivi’s hand rests against his shoulder, drawing his eyes back to her.

“Just take it easy Arthur. I checked in on Lance not even an hour ago and Nicholas and Maria are with Lewis almost around the clock. They’ll let me know if things change.” She holds up her phone which is lit up with several message notifications, none were from Lewis's parents. 

“Right…” Arthur lets himself relax back onto the bed with a weary exhale. “Okay…”

He doesn’t have the energy to make a fuss or press for more. Not with Vivi looking so upset. Arthur doesn’t think-not even in his own timeline- he has ever seen Vivi look so unhappy. But of course, in his timeline, Vivi had complexly forgotten Lewis and it was hard to be sad about something you couldn’t remember. 

Their conversation fizzles out and Arthur lets himself fall back onto the bed in favour of staring at the ceiling.  

Remembering was better. It had to be better. Right? 

Lewis wasn’t in the clear yet. If Lewis died then…then maybe forgetting was better. The ugly thought twists in his chest. Lewis’s disappearance had been the source of so much going wrong in his life. Would he have been better off completely forgetting as well?  

“….” Vivi clears her throat and he twitches. Awkwardly, he shifts his attention back to her, realising he was still staring unblinkingly at the ceiling.   

“I’ll go ask a nurse and see if we can visit Uncle Lance,” Vivi says, saving him from what would surely have been a clumsy attempt at reassurance.

“Just wait a second… I’ll be right back.”

Not like he could go anywhere. He has nowhere to go.

When Vivi returns she is accompanied by a harried-looking nurse who, despite not appearing pleased, helps Arthur into a wheelchair, impressing upon him the importance of not making an extraneous movement.

Arthur half follows along with the instructions. This isn’t his first time in the hospital with a serious injury. Everything is very familiar including Vivi pulling out her phone to take notes, nodding seriously. Deja vu. He is really starting to hate the feeling.

“…and please stay on hospital grounds.” The nurse finishes after which Vivi asks a few more questions which Arthur doesn’t pay attention to. The energy needed for him to move from his bed into the chair has left him exhausted.

“Arthur. I’m going to push you now. Let me know if anything hurts or if I’m going too fast or something.” Vivi leans over him, filling his field of view.

He takes a long, tired breath. “Sure…”

Vivi bites at her bottom lip, obviously worried. He tries once again to muster up a smile and give her some indication that he appreciates her efforts. Even if said efforts were undeserved.  

All he can manage is a grimace.

…..

Lance is alive.

He had known Lance was alive.  Why would Vivi lie about that? Seeing that his Uncle was alive in person makes it real.

Arthur leans as far forward as he can while confined to the wheelchair, attempting to see as much of the man as possible. From this low angle, he can see the profile of his uncle’s face and not much else. Despite it being eerily pale his chest is rising and falling in slow rhythmic patterns. There is a heart monitor counting out steady beats. The beeping is loud enough that it thankfully drowns out the soft tick-tick of the clock on the wall. This wasn’t the room Lance had almost died in but it looks similar enough that makes his skin itch. He focuses on the beep beep of the monitor and the soft breaths of his Uncle instead. 

Some small, fractured shard in his chest loosens. The demon had failed. Maybe his cursed luck had rubbed off on it while it occupied Arthur’s body. Maybe Arthur’s unique ability to screw everything up had been passed onto the demon. 

Sharing is caring.

He glances away from his Uncle’s chest and up at Vivi who is sitting in the room’s visitor's chair. 

She is still chewing at her bottom lip, watching Lance. When she notices him watching, she turns, looking like she wants to ask a question. An uncomfortable question going by her hesitation. There is no shortage of possible topics. Arthur has barely explained anything. 

She doesn’t ask her question and Arthur turns back to his Uncle. They both sit in unbroken silence. 

…

The hallway between his and his Uncle's rooms has large windows with a view onto a half-paved, half-gravel courtyard. The open-air courtyard separates the hospital’s two main buildings and access to the adjacent research centre. Arthur can't help but let his eyes be drawn to the space. The sun outside is directly overhead, meaning everything is blindingly bright, making the hospital’s interior dim by comparison. Benches and tables are clustered around two sprawling trees at its centre. All were occupied by groups of off-duty doctors, nurses, and researchers. Nobody wanted to sit on the benches placed along the perimeter and under the hash midday sun.

Vivi follows his gaze. “Do you want to go outside?”          

Arthur shrugs.

....

They end up sitting on the bench closest to the building entrance, barely shaded in the lea of the hospital. Well, Vivi sits on the beach. Arthur sits in his wheelchair next to her. It doesn’t take long for the sun to beat some warmth into him.

Deja vu all over again. He and Vivi had spent several afternoons sitting in this courtyard, talking themselves in circles trying to figure out what had happened in the Cave. He remembers accidentally trigging one of Vivi’s more severe blackouts on this exact bench trying to get her to remember Lewis. Months later, when Arthur started working on his prosthetic arm at the research centre, Vivi would visit on her lunch breaks and they would eat out here together. He doesn’t know why the memory makes his throat tight.  

“It’s a bit hot out,” Vivi comments awkwardly, tugging off Lewis’ jacket to rest across her lap. She eyes him, tilting her head to the side. 

“It's nice I guess…the hospital is too cold…” she continues after a beat. 

“This place could do with more trees though.” She eyes the space and squints at the sun critically. “There’s not enough shade out here.”

“Yeah…” he agrees in lieu of anything substantial to say. The statement rings familiar. Vivi had complained about the lack of shade in the courtyard back then as well. 

He lets out a weary breath, “So…”  He might as well do this now while he has some iota of energy. Once he was back in his bed this would be almost impossible.

“So?” Vivi repeats.

“So…do you want to talk about it.”

“It?”

He hesitates, “You want to ask questions, right?” Obviously, she has questions he has barely told her jack, his own mind mocks him. 

“That obvious huh?”

“A little …” he winces which has Vivi looking concerned again, “I know when you’ve got something on your mind.” 

“I’m just worried.” She gestures at the hospital buildings around them. “about you and Lewis and everything else. It’s…it’s a lot to process.”

“In the future…” He starts, “In my timeline, I lost my arm like Lewis.” It feels like a cruel joke explaining it but, if the information helps, then little discomfort was worth it. 

 “It happened just after Lewis…ah…” he swallows, deciding that mentioning Lewis’s death probably wasn’t a great idea if his goal was to make Vivi feel better.

He starts again, “The old mines-the cave where I lost my arm- there was no cell reception out there, not up in mountains. Vivi, my Vivi, had to drive me to the main road so I probably lost just as much if not more blood. It took a few days, but I still woke up abet missing a few key memories. Hopefully, it’ll be the same for Lewis…i mean he’s a lot bigger than me...more blood?”

Shiny blue eyes meet his, unsure, conflicted.

“Lewis should wake up,” he clarifies, “hopefully not missing any important memories. The missing memory thing kind of sucked…a lot…” He tails off lamely, swallowing again to help with his dry throat. Understatement of the century.  What if Lewis ended up with memory problems like Vivi? God, if Lewis forgets anyone let it be him and not Vivi. Please don’t let Lewis forget Vivi. Unease sits about him like a well-worn coat.

Vivi sighs, “I…” She shifts to sit a little straighter like she was physically pushing aside their combined gloom, “yeah…I hope so too.”

Arthur grimaces. He had always been terrible at cheering Vivi up. “You can ask more questions. I…I’ll answer them now.”

“I do have a few,” Vivi agrees, and lets a long, frustrated breath, “Okay…I have more than a few questions.” Another pause. “Actually, I have nothing but questions really.” Her open mouth clicks shut and he finds himself the subject of a scrutinising stare. She is scanning his face for something…he doesn’t know what.

“I promise I will answer?” He tries to inject some enthusiasm into the statement, but his voice sounds just as thin and tired as he feels. Vivi’s stare turns troubled.

“I mean…” Arthur starts again, “I’ll tell the truth. I did promise I would."

“That’s not….” Vivi interrupts and frowns. She takes a breath, “I don’t want people lying to me and that includes lies of omission. But look, just rest, get better, and tell me when you’re ready. I know about time travel and the body snatcher. I have Mystery to answer the more general questions now he's actually telling me stuff. You just focus on recovery.”

She nods to herself and sits back on the bench satisfied.

“I’m fine,” he reassures. “Just ask away…hmm…some of it isn’t very pleasant but I’m fine.” If he repeats it enough times maybe it would come true as if that strategy had ever worked for him.

“...” Vivi raises a brow, giving him one of her ‘do you seriously think I’ll believe that’ looks. 

“I am fine.” He defends.

Vivi huffs, crossing her arms, “I thought you said you’d be telling the truth.”

Arthur grimaces, “That’s not fair. I’m fine enough for this.”

“You’re really not.”

“I mean…aside from the bullet wound I’m fine. Just ask me anything.” And now he just sounds desperate. Great. Why does Vivi pick this to be adamant about?

Vivi just scans him again, silent, scrutinising, like she is trying to decide what question to ask. It is a familiar expression.

“Arthur. Are we friends?”

Arthur blinks. “What?” Not the question he had expected.

“In the future are we friends?”

“Yes. Of course, we are, were, friends. You've always been my best friend,”

 “I’m still your friend, right?”

“Ah…” Arthur hesitates because…because he doesn’t know what to say. Were they friends? Did Vivi still want to be friends? Why, after all his lying and the trouble he caused, would she still want to be friends? His hesitation does him no favours because Vivi is now a mix of indignant and worried.

“Maybe?”  He answers. Vivi’s whole forehead lifts in disbelief.

“I mean…Yes?” He tries again. 

“Then stop acting like we’re not,” Vivi bites, anger colouring her voice before she takes a calming breath and confirms, “We’re friends.”

She uncrosses her arms, turning so she can give the side of this wheelchair a light tap, “and as your friend, I want you to take it easy. If you’re set on telling me everything, then we can do it later. There will be time for explanations and questions. I’m not going anywhere.”

Oh no. He was not waiting for later. If he didn’t say something now he’d never have the courage to say it. It was now or never. 

“The other Arthur, the one original Arthur from this timeline, he wanted to go on the supernatural-themed road trip originally, before I came back and replaced him.” He begins, ignoring Vivi's attempt at interrupting. 

“We painted the van and put on that Mystery Skull logo like you always wanted. It even turned out looking pretty cool. Technically I didn’t lie about being afraid of supernatural stuff. Everything bad in our lives started on that road trip and none of it was normal or explainable.  I didn’t want you and Lewis to get hurt.”

Arthur scrambles to reorder the sorry saga into something that was somewhat chronological, trying to separate the two timelines out in his head so he could cover any major differences. He could skip the majority of the road trip. He barely remembered enough of the good parts to recap them anyway.  

“The road trip ended with Lewis disappearing you see, and I didn’t want a repeat of that. It didn’t work. You both got hurt anyway. Sorry.” He mutters the last bit like saying sorry made any difference.

“Arthur…” Vivi tries to interrupt again but Arthur pushes on.

“We solved mysteries, saw way too many lame roadside attractions, went to every haunted diner between here and California and no one got food poisoning … It was a good road trip. Your…ah…your itinerary was spot on.”

Vivi’s expression is now pinched, pained. He gives a weak  almost-smile which Vivi doesn’t return. He quickly looks away, staring at his lap, mouth dry.

He swallows and chokes out, “Then there was the Demon. The Cave. No more arm. No more Lewis. Haha.” Even to his own ears his laugh sound hollow.  His chest hurts and he takes a shuddering breath. 

 “I didn’t remember Lewis dying. Not at first. Not for a long while. Traumatic amnesia will do that apparently.”

Too much of a coward…locking away the memories of his role in Lewis’s death. If not for the demon, who knows if he would have ever remembered?   

“Everyone tried to tell me Lewis was gone, but I didn’t listen. Guess I just didn’t want to believe it. To me, it was like he had just vanished. Poof. I always knew something was off about it. Something more to the story than Lewis getting lost in a cave and...and succumbing to exposure somewhere where none of the search parties could find him…I was only partially right."

He blinks rapidly to clear incoming tears. With no demon to dull this physical response, it feels like he reliving that moment of realisation all over again. The grief feels like a lead brick sitting in his chest.

“and Vivi got hit with some memory curse. The memory curse was our running theory because it targeted her memories of Lewis specifically. She forget him, everything about him and most things associated with him. It was too specific to be anything normal. It had to be a curse because a curse was better than brain damage or anomalous, medically inexplicable, memory loss triggered by a traumatic event. At least a curse might have been curable. No one believed us.”

And why would they have believed him? Arthur had barely believed it himself.

“It was bad in the beginning when no one knew what was wrong. We would mention Lewis’s name and you would just not register it or check out like a real-life blue screen. You barely recognised his parents. Anything that reminded you of him kind of zonked you out. After we discovered what was triggering it…” he swallows the familiar old sting of helpless frustration ignites, adding to his grief, “At least we knew what to avoid talking about."

“Once I recovered enough from losing my arm we went searching... ” He chokes out and stops talking because he physically can’t continue.

A glance at Vivi shows that she is understandably upset, her face slightly paler despite the sun's heat.

 “I’m guessing convincing me to search for a person I didn’t remember wasn’t easy,” She mumbles and her voice also sounds wobbly like she’s trying to not cry.

He quickly looks away, sniffing back tears and pushing on, “You do like to ask questions and know things. I used to say we were searching for your memories…it was close enough to the truth. I thought that maybe, if we found Lewis, the memories would all come back. I was kind of desperate.”

It had always been a farfetched goal. The kind of goal that sprung from desperate hope. Hope so painful it kept him awake at night on the rare occasions the nightmares didn’t. Hope that he would carefully tuck away in the morning to prevent Vivi from catching on to the fact that something was terribly wrong.

It feels oddly freeing to voice this to Vivi now. He had clung to the belief that finding Lewis would break some mysterious curse and return all Vivi’s missing memories for so long that he had grown afraid that any points to the contrary would cause his motivation to crumble. It had always been a point of tension between him and Vivi.  He wishes he could have explained it back then. Back when it mattered. 

“Was saving Lewis the reason you came back?”

Arthur blinks rapidly to clear his vision and glances to the side,  “No. It wasn’t. Like I said, I didn’t know Lewis was gone gone until I was…” He stops, wincing and swallowing, “I was already here in that past when I found out he was..d..dead.”

 “I don’t know how I came back. We were out on one of our investigations looking for Lewis and we ran into this…Tree creature…looked like a human-shaped tree…. I hit it with the van by accident. It’s kind of hard to remember now...” He slowly sorts through half-truths. His encounter with Lewis directly after hitting the Tree Lady dwarfed everything else in his mind, making the strange attack seem barely important. He hardly remembers events between seeing Lewis at his ghost mansion and crashing into Kingsman Mechanics.  

“I ended up crashing the van...” Arthur stops, stalling. Then Lewis killed him…his brain helpfully supplies. 

All his fault…he had wanted Lewis dead. So weak and pathetic. It was only fair that Lewis return the favour. 

“...and I woke up in my bed. At home. In this body. Two years in the past…” He finishes quickly. 

“The demon…” 

“Body snatcher.” Vivi corrects. “Don’t call it a demon,” she explains, “Calling it a demon makes it sound impressive. That thing was a parasitic asshole.”

“Ri…Right,” The venom in Vivi’s voice has him restarting, “The… body snatcher…” He shakes off his discomfort and the undercurrent of fear. Arthur remembers how annoyed the demon had been when Vivi called it a body snatcher and a small part of him worries...

“It was just as surprised to find out about the time travel and was really interested in how I did it. I...I didn’t know anything useful …It, ah, went through my memories pretty throwaway so I got nothing…not even subconsciously. The…body snatcher…ah…found the memory of me pushing Lewis of a cliff…in the cave…that’s how I, ah, know I killed Lewis. The demon found the memory and showed me.”

There is a sharp movement and rustling next him and Vivi stands up. Then the crunch of gravel. Arthur tilts his head up to see Vivi standing in front of him, leaning over. She reaches out to put one hand on each of Arthur’s shoulder, grip relaxed so as not to aggravate his injury. She holds him at arm’s length, scanning his face, her expression intense.

“Stop that." She commands.

“Stop what?” Arthur responds dumbly.

“Stop saying you killed Lewis.”

“I…”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“You weren’t there. You can’t know that.”

“I know enough.”

“But…” the words stick again, “that’s just it! You don’t know. You don’t know everything…I…I haven’t told you everything yet. When I tell you, you’ll agree with me.” When he looks up the sun is high enough in the sky that it turns Vivi into a darkened outline, stirring up hazy half-forgotten deams.

He squints up at the blurry Vivi-shaped outline but can’t make out her face. The word around him is too blindingly bright to make out anything. 

“It’ll be okay Arthur. Just explain what happened. I’ll understand...We all make mistakes.”

He deliberately averts his eyes, muttering, “Why are you both so stubborn.”

Vivi obviously hears because she pulls back and frowns. Then, slowly, she reaches out with one hand to touch his cheek. Arthur, confused, also reaches up with his uninjured arm to put his hand over hers. Vivi brings her other hand around so she is squeezing both his cheeks together, scanning his face.

“We’re not different people. Me and your 'future Vivi' are the same person. Just like you’re still my Arthur.” 

He doesn't meet her gaze. It is a lot harder to do with her holding his face like this. 

"I’m just as much your best friend as she was…”

“…” he doesn’t know what to say so pulls one of her hands away from his cheek.  

“Any version of me would care if their friend,” She emphasises the word, retracting her other hand without prompting, straightening “went through something awful. I care. We’re the same.”

“But you’re...we're not. I’m not your friend…” Arthur can’t help but protest even when he knows he should give it up and let Vivi believe what she wants. Arthur never won these sorts of arguments. Better to let everything stew and think up an argument with sounder logic later when Vivi was less worked up.

 Frustrated at himself he continues, “I came back to fix things, and everybody was worse off for it. I lied to you. I lied to Lewis. Now Lewis’s arm is gone…That was supposed to be me! I was the one who lost their arm. I hurt Uncle Lance. I killed Darrel! I stabbed him. He was nice. A good guy. He always took my shifts at the workshop when I couldn’t work and I couldn't save him. Just like I couldn't save Lewis. I'm cursed. If I had just not been here, he would be alive.”

“Two years Arthur,” Vivi interrupts, hash now, standing taller, hands on her hips, “You’re two years older. Last I checked, that doesn’t make you a monster so stop acting like I’ll pack up and leave because you aren’t 100%, A-Okay after living through all that horrible stuff. Nothing you say is going to change my mind so you can just quit while your ahead.”

When he opens his mouth to argue Vivi beats him to it, “Don’t you dare try and get rid of me.”

“I’ll confess.” He continues hysterically. If Vivi won’t believe him then maybe he should find a way to remove himself from the equation, “Turn myself in. I’ll tell the police I drove Darrel out into the desert and killed him.”

“No.” Vivi objects. Sharp and abrupt. “You’re not going to tell the police you did anything because it wasn’t you who did it.”

“I can’t just leave him out there. He deserves better.”

Vivi’s face spasms, “Not at your expense…You shouldn’t take the fall for this. Not on top of everything else.”

She glances around but the space around them is clear of people and Arthur realises that their conversation had been growing louder and more intense. The courtyard is now mostly empty with many of the hospital employees returning to work 

Vivi lets out a long breath then kneels down, putting her at eye level, crouched in front of his chair. 

Arthur still can’t hold eye contact.  Vivi’s eyes are too intense.

“When the police come to question you,” she says in a lower voice, “you need to say that you came to the hospital to see your uncle then went off for some alone time to gather yourself. They’ll have you on the security cameras so you can’t deny that you were here. Luckily, they also have that asshole Micky on the cameras. Out of the two of you, he is way more suspicious, and they already have him in custody so it’s not completely unbelievable that he would kill some random employee. Guy was a nut case.” 

“He’s not some random employee.” Arthur interrupts upset, finding his voice again, “Darrel was a friend, and I killed him.”

“No. No you didn’t,” Vivi snaps matching his upset with equal frustration. “Look, I know you think you deserve some punishment for...I don’t know...having a bad case of amnesia and getting possessed, both of which were out of your control. That bastard parasite probably fed you a bunch of bullshit lies as well. It seemed like just the type to gaslight. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Arthur stalls in unhappy silence, not prepared to compromise or give ground.

 “If you confess to the murder then I’m going to say I was a co-conspirator and planned the whole thing.”

Arthur blinks, finally looking up. Vivi’s glare is frosty, intense, and unyielding. 

“What?” 

“You heard me.”

“Why…why would you do that.”

“I told you. I’m going to help you, Arthur. If you’re set on doing this, then I’m not letting you face murder charges alone. What did you think I meant when I said that.”

“Not this,” Arthur cracks, “You can’t.”

“I can and will.” She really meant that.

“But… you’ll be arrested or something…” He is not actually sure what would happen if Vivi randomly confessed to his crime. 

“Just the way it has gotta’ be apparently.”

Arthur gets with another wave of déjà vu because he has had this conversation or a similar one with Vivi before. In another life. In a different future. It leaves him floundering as both versions of Vivi seem to meld into each other, like everything he loved about his own Vivi was seeping through to this new one.

“This isn’t …” He starts then stops. “It’s not supposed to be this way,” he says helplessly. Vivi wasn’t supposed to be this way. 

“Of course not. What’s the point of changing the future if everything stays the same? We’ve both seen the same moves. You know how this works.” 

“Half of those movies end with a lesson on inevitable consequences and fate.”

“And half of them end with everything sorting itself out. Look, we can argue about this until I get kicked out at closing time -remind me to find the paperwork so I can sign myself up as your medical proxy- but I can guarantee that nothing you will say will change my mind.”

Well, he’s not sure about that. Maybe if told her the real truth about Lewis and his role in his murder she would leave. He wasn’t sure. The answer, which moments ago he had been so certain of, was now unclear. 

“I can’t leave Darrel out in the desert,” he repeats, exhausted, “He deserves better…”

Vivi frowns, opening her mouth and then clicking it shut, considering him. Her jaw clenches and she flops back so she is now leaning against his chair instead of crouching, half stretched out across the gravel path.  

“Yeah…okay,” she props up an elbow against a knee, massaging her eyes. “How about this? You give me as good a proximation of the location as possible, or any landmarks you remember, and I’ll go track Darrel down with Mystery. Then I’ll leave an anonymous tip with the police, and they can handle the rest. How does that sound?”

“Like you’re giving me much of a choice.” He mutters, trying to not let his thoughts wander off into dangerous lands filled with crackling fire and unkind whispers that would berate him for giving in and letting Vivi bully him out of justly deserved consequences. 

Vivi glances up at him and she is back to looking sad, anger falling away

“Maybe I’m being too blunt about all this. I’m not good at this sort of stuff,” she says, “but, Arthur, if Darrel was a friend, then he wouldn’t have blamed you. Just like I don’t blame you. Just like Uncle Lance or Lewis wouldn’t blame you.”

He can’t help but shiver. Bright purple flames dance across his vision like ghostly hands pulling his attention. 

Lewis’s angry fire catches in in shirt and a sudden drop awaits on either side of him.

“This is your fault!”

He can almost feel the heat.

Lewis had blamed him. 

He doesn’t know who to believe. Should he believe Vivi, sitting here with him, peering at him with such honest intensity that he can hardly stand to look at her? Or should he believe Lewis, dead by his hand, left in a future that didn’t exist? 

For some strange, unfathomable reason, he thinks he believes Vivi. If she was so willing to share the consequences of his failures, then maybe she wouldn’t care that he was so weak and pathetic. He squashes the sentiment. He can’t think like that. It’s wrong. 

It must be wrong. 

...

Note: a year later and this is finally done. 

[fiera-writes]

The Mystery Skulls are hired to capture a ghost in Amity Park, one no one has been able to contain for long; Danny Phantom.

Can they contain him? Do they even need to?

[alphashley14]

Not me, somehow doing both simultaneously with my current fic, One of Us.

I would say being body-swapped with a teenager is “putting that guy into a situation.”

And yet in doing so rescuing him from a feathered lunatic with a torture button and sticking him into a house of supportive mystery solvers would be “getting him OUT of situations and letting him REST for the love of GOD” 😂

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

[askthehouseoffandoms]

Ask blog introduction :D

What is the House of Fandoms?

The House of Fandoms is a multifandom crossover fanfic based around the interaction of 48 different characters who after a massive abduction, get to live together on the same house. Hi, y'all! I made this blog so you can ask question to the characters!

Spoilers:

While the characters are aware of their own lives, they'll gladly take spoilers in! However, they won't doubt to spoiler their own lives as well towards you, the asker! So spoiler warning and spoilers will lurk all over this post. You aren't safe from them

Rules:

Please, do not ask any questions to other characters that aren't part of the list below, it helps me to manage them better

Keep in mind that I'm a minor so no NSFW questions pls

Though not obligatory, try to make asks that involve characters from different franchises pls! Do not concentrate them in their comfort zone!

THE CHARACTERS :DDDDDD

The part y'all expected: The Characters to which you can ask questions! (for now) And their fandoms! 48 in total

Eddsworld: Edd, Tom, Tord, Matt

Doki Doki Literature Club: Sayori, Monika, Natsuki, Yuri

The Annoying Orange: Orange, Marshmallow

Hazbin Hotel: Charlie, Vaggie

Smiling Friends: Pim

Inside Out: Envy, Ennui, Nostalgia

Star Trek: Lower Decks: Boimler, Mariner, Rutherford, Tendi, T'lyn, Ransom

Camp Camp: David

SCP Foundation: Bright, Void

Danganronpa V3: Gonta, Kokichi

Mystery Skulls Animated: Arthur, Lewis, Vivi

Inside Job: Reagan, Ron, Brett

Something is Wrong with Sunny Day Jack: Jack, Shaun

Spongebob Squarepants: Spongebob

Cuphead: Chalice

The Amazing Digital Circus: Pomni

Digman!: Rip, Saltine, Zane

Yandere Simulator: Ayano

Don't Starve: Wilson, Walter

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory: Veruca

Heidi: Mrs. Rottenmeier

Cooking Fever: Michelle

Fanchild: Ryan

[reblogalanaartdream]

There 3 fun Danny phantom crossovers with mystery skulls animated fanfics on ao3 at the moment and one of my favourite so far has got to be

Ghosts gotta stick together

If it gets updated I may draw some fanart for it

But 1st please head over give EmeraldTooth much love for writing this leave some nice comments

So maybe they’ll get to know how awesome their little fan story crossover is

[alanaartdream]

Thank you @interdimensionalvoid and everyone who got me to 5000 reblogs!

Well colour me impressed and in aw of the mystery skulls animated can’t have reached this far with one of my art posts without you all favouring and rebloging my msa fanart

((Also we all seem to ship lewvithur as well can’t say I’ve seen many ships like it in any of the other fandoms I draw fanart for over the years most only two characters to a ship and make you choose who to ship but not msa we ship Arthur with both vivi AND Lewis because we’re over love triangles and rather see all 3 happy with each other and mystery… as well as with the deadbeats

But also we don’t get into fights over who ships what; also I’ve seen some very nice ocs for this as well and love what this fandom come up with your making me want to come up with a of as well ))

Thank you for being awesome mystery skulls animated fandom please keep being awesome 💕

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Ok ok ok this be my very last old artwork share for now but this mystery skulls animated was one of my very rare faves

It’s where I have Lewis and Vivi saving/ protecting Arthur from anther kidnapping so Arthur hasn’t got his metal arm on in this

[keep-it-krispy]

Hazbin Hotel x Mystery Skulls Animated crossover fanfic when?

[thegremlininyourcloset]

so. I'm writing a fanfic. (series actually) the first chapter isn't out yet. It's a Kouyou-centric canon divergence au

have some songs that fit the major characters of the series.

keep in mind it's an au, so the songs might not fit the characters in canon.

The songs are selected based off vibes, themes and lyrics.

Ozaki Kouyou

King by Florence + The Machine

LABOUR-the cacophony by Paris Paloma

Oh No! by MARINA

Are You Satisfied? by MARINA

Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry

Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold

Wait for It by Leslie Odom Jr. and the Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Lorde

Joke's On You by Charlotte Lawrence

Producer Man by Lyn Lapid

Brutus by The Buttress

Girl With One Eye by Florence + The Machine

Shake It Out by Florence + The Machine

Elise

Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez

Show & Tell by Melanie Martinez

Control by Halsey

Pure As A Lamb by Baby Bugs

Brave as a Noun by AJJ

idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

HUMANS by GEN.KLOUD

Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People

Just A Girl by No Doubt

Dance To Forget by Tryhardninja and Nina Zeitlin

Losing My Mind by Mystery Skulls

Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

Yosano Akiko

NYMPHOLOGY by Melanie Martinez

Man's World by MARINA

Show Your Fangs by The Crane Wives

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift

All The Things She Said by t.A.T.u.

Dream Girl Evil by Florence + The Machine

Army Dreamers-2018 Remaster by Kate Bush

Eat Your Young by Hozier

I Disagree by Poppy

DEATH OF A PREDATOR by Banshee

the AUDACITY by emlyn

the fruits by Paris Paloma

Yumeno Kyuusaku | Q

Body by Mother Mother

Play Destroy by Poppy and Grimes

Disobedient by Steven Universe and Kate Micucci and Michaela Dietz

Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence

Problems by Mother Mother

parents by YUNGBLUD

TRRST by IC3PEAK and ZillaKami

Body Terror Song by AJJ

Exorcism by Creep-P

BLAME IT ON THE KIDS by AViVA

Izumi Kyouka

Free by Mother Mother

I Am Not A Robot by MARINA

Hayloft II by Mother Mother

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

as good a reason by Paris Paloma

The President Has A Sex Tape by K. Flay

Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Nakahara Chuuya

Family Line by Conan Gray

Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

Brand New City by Mitski

Gasoline by Halsey

Bad At Love by Halsey

To Be Human by MARINA

Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

Entropy by Awkward Marina

Discord by The Living Tombstone and Eurobeat Bron

pretty little psycho - by Nightcore (the OG Version)

dumb dumb by mazie

all the good girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

Pantsuit Sasquatch by Mollylele

Wonderland by Caravan Palac

Animal by Sir Chloe

Hello Kitty by Jazmin Bean

Edgar Allan Poe

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Rule #21-Momento Mori by Fish in a Birdcage

Soulless Creatures by AURORA

Charlie's Inferno by That Handsome Devil

overwhelmed by Royal & The Serpent

The Consequence Of Imagination Is Fear by Junie & TheHutFriends

Songs for Everyone

The Fine Print by The Stupendium

Rät by Penelope Scott

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA

Bang Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

[spaceofentropy]

First Line of 10 Fics game

Rules: share the first line of 10 of your most recent fanfics and ghen tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don't be shy and share anyways

So, I was tagged by @sunwarmed-ash (hiiii!) and here I am! With my 8 published fics and their opening lines paragraphs! Whoohoo! From older to newer...

1. What happens in Vegas... (Tutor/Fighter AU where they never reconciled but get drunken married in Las Vegas)

Tor wakes up with the mother of all headaches. There's an EDM party going on between his temples, and he's pretty sure if it doesn't subside quickly, he'll seriously contemplate beheading as a solution to it.

2. All these pieces (a fic for Crush. *vague gesture* Canon? I don't know her)

There's a hidden place, Mark sometimes muses, where all the other stories live. The possibilities that didn’t become true.

3. Like a curse (Tutor/Fighter & Crush heist!AU)

2 paragraphs because I love love love how the second one came out and have to inflict it upon people.

Tutor's father had a long list of rules on how to be a successful con artist and thief. He said he had learned them from his mentor, who had in turn learned them from his father. The rules, he claimed, had survived generations, if with a little tweak here and there to keep up with the modernization of their world, and Tutor's father felt it was his duty to pass them on to his son. He used to recite them again and again to young Tutor, saying that repetition makes perfect, and his son had to be at least as good as he was.

The list started with "Always have a plan B and an escape route", went through basic stuff like "If you work a job for a fool, you're the real fool" and "A lean team is a good team", meandered into more esotheric territory with maxims like "The only good Matryoshka is the one you don't try" and "If you smell a rat, it's already too late for the poison", and then came back into the realm of basic common sense with the last rule: "Don't get caught".

4. Statistical anomalies (OT4 ❤️💙💛🖤 KafkaSyndrome!AU. The au of an au. With extra fluffy animals.)

One in four people. That's one of the small certainties science has about all this, even after more than a century since it started happening. In the course of their life, one in four people will live the wild experience of one day waking up not as a human, but as an animal.

5. What doesn't kill you makes you a monster (did anyone say "Stranger Things angst and body horror"?)

Steve Harrington knows pain. In the past years, it's become a vicious best friend with many faces that keeps him company almost every day. It's migraines that make his skull thud viciously and that turn every bright light into an ice pick to the eyes. It's back aches and joint aches from one too many fall, whether on the basketball court or while fighting monsters. It's his ankle, throbbing with red hot intensity every time the weather is changing. It's his scars from the demobats bites, feeling taut and bristling with thousands of tiny needles. It’s his left eye and the tissue around it pulsing and thudding in tune with his heart. It's that feeling like something is forever fucked up in his ribs, he'll never breathe easy again, not even in a hundred years.

6. Amok (Harringrove! Angst!)

The mall is so noisiy that he almost doesn't register it. A woman's voice. It calls "Billy?" like she's surprised. Like this is the best kind of serendipity.

7. Come close (Harringrove cyberpunk!AU)

The only reason why Billy accepted to meet this mystery person is because he's worked with Pr1nc3$$ eight, no, nine times before, which is a pretty high number of times, and by now he knows he can trust her as much as you can trust anyone in this line of work. Pr1nc3$$ is a good hacker. She's professional. She's fun to shoot the shit with in the moments of lull that inevitably can happen during a job. She doesn't ask stupid questions. She doesn't like to take stupid risks, which has never been an issue, Billy's more than ready to take them for everyone. She doesn't get angry when he calls her baby (because he's a jackass), and in exchange he doesn't get angry when she calls him a variety of names (because he's earned them all).

8. Of soulmates and colors (metalsandwich soulmates!AU)

It’s the first clear memory Steve has of his father looking at him in disappointment. Steve’s somewhere between four and six years old and he tries to tell mom and dad that the world is not just in black and white anymore, now there's something else along the usual multitude of shades of grays and white. A weird new shade that is hidden in the darkest of blacks, a shade that was not there this morning. His father looks at him like Steve just let him down in the worst way possible and tells him that to lie for attention is a disgraceful behavior in anyone, but even more so in his only son. Steve tries to insist that he’s not lying, that something actually changed. By the end of the day, he decides to take it all back, because he thinks that sticking to the truth and not being believed hurts too much.

I should tag people at this point, uh? 10, even! Uh... let's see...

@dragonflylady77 @suzy-queued @suometar @bigdumbbambieyes @harringroveera @robthegoodfellow @destroya2005 @ariesbilly @shieldofiron @callieb

Feel ABSOLUTELY FREE to ignore this 😅

[alphashley14]

It took me a couple of hours to reblog this because I just love it so much that I couldn’t even find the words.

You have no idea how much this means to me! 😭

This was absolutely one of my favorite scenes I have written and I am blown away by how well you captured it! 🥹❤️

For real your art skills are amazing! You even got the lighting down pat! And the emotions on their faces and the energy coming from this is just so spot-on and pure! 🥰

… “You did what I could never do: you told Professor Pericles he was wrong! You stood up to him! Even back then, I’m sure you remember. Pericles had to be the smart one - the right one. He hated being wrong, and I never had the guts to correct him. But you did! You tried to do what was right, and you aspired to be the man Cassidy thinks we can be! We didn’t do anything wrong back then and what happened to us wasn’t our fault - we were just a kid! And you’re finally coming to terms with that and are moving on . I know you don’t see it yet - just how incredible that is. And I know what you think about yourself. But I think that’s amazing , and I’m so proud of you!” His other half exclaimed, breathless. “I just hope that one day, you can realize the same.”

- From “One of Us” Chapter 7: “Everything and More” by alphashley14 on Archive of Our Own

I was happy to be a source of inspiration for you and I hope you continue to enjoy “One of Us”!

Currently been OBSESSED with the wonderfully written fanfic One of Us and had to draw this scene between Young Ricky and Mr E. You’ve got this Ricky go get that redemption arc!! We’re all cheering you on 🖤✨

Ps. I love drawing in the mystery incorporated style so I’ll be definitely making more of these in the near future, thanks again for the inspo @alphashley14