#so i like turning it on for people and seeing their reaction to it

[the-barefoot-hatter]

#copied from prev:#harry potter was not a covert attempt to brainwash children into fascism#they're very milquetoast 1990s british liberal#she used to fucking hate the tories#and yes there WERE some tells in her books that she had ye olde unexamined biases

#but in the wake of her going off the deep end people have twisted that into#''she was always a hateful bigot and hp was actually a nefarious attempt to corrupt children into sharing her bigotry''

#and like#no#she was once a well-meaning fairly progressive normie who just didn't think too hard about her own background assumptions about the world#and then she got famous and then she got older and she got radicalized by people who targeted her on purpose because she had#enough money and cultural caché to turn into real influence

#and she was completely unprepared to defend her worldview from people who were telling her that her knee-jerk reaction was always right#and anyone who said otherwise was not only a jerk but also a dangerous villain who wanted to hurt her and other innocent women and girls

#and y'all are not nearly as immune to those tactics as a lot of you think you are

#fuck the ghoul that jkr has become but the story of how she got here is not the story of a crypto-fascist who made it into mainstream#it is the cautionary tale of a normal decent person who fell down a bad rabbithole and got swallowed up by a hate movement

#re-writing history so you can pretend she was always evil won't protect you from sharing her fate

#you have to put in the effort to interrogate your own biases and your own knee-jerk disgust reactions#you have to take a minute every so often to step back and CHECK if you have ended up in an echo chamber bubble and touch grass a little

#because radicalization doesn't happen overnight and it can happen to any of us#it's very easy to let yourself believe that you're Correct and anyone who disagrees with you is Obviously Evil

#you have to force yourself to double-check that notion from time to time and to hang onto EXACTLY what it is that makes the other side wron#you can't just say ''well they're conservatives so obviously they're evil'' because that is how you wind up at ''these men are hurting youn#''girls by PRETENDING to be women in order to take advantage of the protections feminists have spent decades fighting for! and we shouldn't#''even be surprised really - men are awful after all. all they do is TAKE from women and PREY ON young girls. we all know this from our own#''bad experiences with men. and we were right to hate them for it! you see!!'' and whoops now you're a fucking terf

#it's easy it's so easy it's so fucking easy and i promise you i PROMISE you there is a hate group out there who has your fucking number#no matter how good and progressive and leftist you think you are there is SOMETHING that could radicalize you into hate if you let it#there is an argument about how certain people are Just Fundamentally Evil that would appeal to you and make sense to you

ok im going to #seriouspost for a second here. I don't think Harry Potter is a manifesto. I think it was a flawed passion project that millennials latched onto because of the fantasy of sticking it to their mean teachers and arbitrarily categorizing themselves (hogwarts houses; it's the thinking millennial's astrology). I think the fact that the series got popular when and how it did was very much a product of its time.

I don't think Harry Potter is the biggest symbol of JKR's bigotry. I think the most flagrant sign of that was how she responded to critics. I watched her become radicalized in real time. I watched how she doubled down on her racism when she was called out for the ways she promoted her tragically mid fantastic beasts movies. I watched her chase marginalized teenagers with a double digit follower count off of twitter for daring to criticize her thought process, and no one with any kind of power standing against her because she was the one who was paying them. This isn't to say Harry Potter is without flaws. This is to say she really didn't give a shit about that. Getting rich and powerful is a hell of a drug, and she had enough sycophants that she had no reason to care about what her critics were saying.

She was convinced that she was a martyr; a voice for the unheard; a leader for the ages, so of course her detractors were the bad guys. And I think we should take this to heart. We should see this as an example of how easy it is to get radicalized; if you think of yourself as a paragon of virtue, you are going to think that whatever you see as good and right is an objective fact. Most people don't know this, but the majority of terfs start out as trans allies. You are not immune to propaganda! You are not immune to falling into dangerous ideologies!!!

This is why the most important thing you can do as an activist is to listen. Do NOT think you're above being wrong; do NOT develop a god complex; do NOT form an identity out of being right all the time. Involve yourselves in the groups you claim to speak for. Listen to trans women; share resources that help trans women; familiarize yourself with the diversity of experiences that trans people have and the struggles they face.

No, none of you are as bad as JKR because you don't have her money or her power. You will likely never have the capacity for harm she does. But check yourselves. Do not affirm yourselves into thinking you always have the moral high ground. Watch yourselves; humble yourselves; check yourselves for signs of cult behavior and internalized prejudice. You are always learning. You will always be learning. Do not allow yourselves to get a power trip from brushing off marginalized voices.

[theliving-radio]

Sorry If this one is too confusing 😭 

So basically NRC (maybe Ortho too but platonic love) with a s/o that got turned into a cat by a potion mix-up, not naming names Grim and Adeuce 👀 (also, maybe reader could be like a maine coon? Idk but I love the idea of reader was a cat they would be bigger than grim but any cat is cute 😖) but the twist is that s/o is not a normal cat, but actually a flerken (If you don't know what that is, it's basically a space cat from marvel) So when Idia is petting them too aggressive or Floyd is squeezing them too tightly or if anyone is annoying them, they just open their mouth and swallow them up like a fckin snack, and maybe spit them back out when they're in a good mood leaving them so fckin traumatized. And the people witnessing it are like 🧍

I know about the Flerken! I used to be such a huge ass Marvel fan so many years ago! I fell off the band wagon right after Avengers: End Game. I even have an old fanfic posted on Wattpad for Marvel… I… haven’t worked on it in such a long time…

Please don’t attack me lol

Anyway, instead of just every character at once, I did every dorms reaction. Just to add some spice and fun to the mix!

And for the funnies

Warning: human consumption (but not gory or bloody. Just pocket dimension stuff), not part of the Big Brother Malleus writing, can be romantic or platonic (Ortho is clearly platonic)

And I do apologize for taking so long on writing this! Get distracted really easily.

Like REALLY easily. Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

“… Oops?”

Grim had no idea how it happened. He didn’t! You couldn’t possibly blame him for accidentally mixing up your drink with the potion assignment he was supposed to turn in!

But here you guys were, back in Ramshackle. Him looking up at your now fluffy fur body.

Cat.

You were now a cat.

“Listen, I can fix this!”

“Mrep…”

“Don’t doubt me hench… cat?”

Your cat self rolled its eyes and stood up on all fours. Before Grim was able to say anything, you picked him up by the scruff of his neck with your mouth and trotted out of Ramshackle.

The scene looked like a mother cat dragging away her baby kitten.

“MRAH! Let me go! I command it!”

You ignored him and went straight to the mirror chamber, hoping that one of your friends in the dorms will help you.

Heartslabyul

Ace and Deuce started losing their shit as soon as they saw Grim being dragged by a larger cat in the Heartslabyul garden.

“Grim, Who’s the fluffy one?” Deuce covers his mouth to hide his smile.

“Did you finally find your parent figure?” Ace teased.

“CAN IT, ACE!” You plop Grim down and trot over to Deuce who bent down to give you scratches.

Grim dusts himself off, grumbling under his breath. “I could have walked just fine! You didn’t have to drag me all the way here!”

You ignored Grim as you happily laid down in the grass and rolled over. Deuce’s eyes practically sparkled when you presented your belly to him, and he carefully rubbed it, making you purr happily.

“Mrah! Henchmen! Stop being difficult!” Grim shouted, his words causing Deuce to stop giving you pets and Ace to let out a strangled wheeze.

“P-prefect!?”

“Oh Sevens! What did you do this time!?” Ace crouches a bit as he begins laughing once again.

Grim crosses his arms and looks away. “I didn’t do anything! It was… it was them! They shouldn’t leave their stuff around in the first place!”

Offended! Scandalized! Wrong!

You picked yourself up from the grass and walked over to Grim…

Then swatted him.

“MRAH!?” Grim lets out a startled sound as he rubs his head. Before he was able to ask why you did that, you swatted him again. And again. And again.

Ace was on the grass floor laughing his ass off. It was like watching a cat hitting their child if they misbehaved.

“I would assume you’re finished painting the roses.” Ace stops his laughing and looks over to see Riddle, Cater, and Trey walking over. Riddle squints his eyes at the roses, seeing some of them still white and untouched by the crimson red paint.

“D-dorm Leader Riddle! We uh- we actually have a good reason why we aren’t finished!” Deuce tries to explain as he picks you up and shows you to the three upper class-men.

Cater gasps as he takes his phone out, quickly snapping photos of your fluffy figure. You only blinked at him and tilted your head, causing the ginger to squeal. “Oh my Sevens! They are totes adorbs!”

“A cat?! Why is there a cat here?” Riddle asks, his face showing confusion before he lets out a gasp. “The Hedgehogs! Are the hedgehog’s safe?! Did this cat do something!?”

“I’ll go check on them right now-!”

“There is no need to do that!” Deuce cuts Trey off. “This is the Prefect!”

There was a long pause between all the Heartslabyul students. The Three upper class-men processing what the first year just said. Riddle stares at Deuce and Ace before opening his mouth. “… what did you two do?”

Deuce sputters and Ace quickly looked offended. “We didn’t do anything! Grim was the one that did this!”

“Mew.” You let out a small meow and Cater broke out from his shock and started rapidly taking pictures once again.

Riddle groans as he takes a deep breath. Inhale, exhale… he didn’t want to blow his head off in front of the Prefect after all. “Grim, explain to me… what you gave the Prefect.”

“How am I supposed to know?! It’s their fault their water bottle and the potion bottle looked the same!”

“What was the potion you made?” Grim went quiet when Riddle asked the question. The dire-beast mumbles something under his breath and Riddle’s eye twitches. “Repeat that again.”

“It was supposed to be a Sleepy time potion! To help the drinker sleep better!”

“HOW DID YOU FULLY MESS THAT UP?!” Riddle full on shouts at Grim, causing the poor, small feline cat to flinch. “A Sleep potion? You messed up a SLEEP potion???”

“Riddle-,” Trey tries to calm Riddle down, but Riddle fully ignores him.

“In what universe could you possibly mix up a Sleep potion for a transfiguration potion?! And you didn’t even bother to check what you brought first before handing it to the Prefect?!”

Riddle continues going off on Grim, scolding him nonstop.

It was too noisy.

Your maw opens, an eldritch presence unnoticed by the others in the room, solely focused on Riddle. A single pink, flesh like tendril lulls out.

Targeting Riddle.

Nobody was able to progress what happened, it went by so fast. One second Riddle was standing right between Cater and Trey, the next he was gone. All they were able to see was a flash of… something… coming from you.

Deuce was the first one to snap out of it and let out a scream, dropping you in the process. Thank Sevens for cat-like reflexes! You landed perfectly on all hours and grabbed ahold of Grim once again, and bolted out of the Heartslabyul dorm.

Trey blinks at where Riddle was once standing, then the universe snaps him out of it. “W-wait! Hold on!”

“Suddenly… Prefect isn’t as cute as a cat anymore.” Cater spoke up as he watched Trey sprint towards the direction where you left.

“Would they even be considered a cat after what we just saw?! What the hell are they?!”

“I was giving them belly rubs this whole time… they could have eaten me too…” Deuce looks at his own hands in horror. Meanwhile Ace was cursing at the sky, and Cater was swiping through his photos he took of you.

Savanaclaw

Leona let out a loud snort when he saw Grim squirming around and getting dragged by a larger, fluffier cat then him. He had to cover his mouth to hide his smirk that threatened to break across his face.

You decided to try your luck in Savanclaw in hopes maybe Leona would help you out. He was in his third year after all!… even though he’s been held back a few times already due to being lazy and not giving a damn. Either way, you hope the lion beat-man can help.

“Prefect! Stop dragging me! You are the henchman, and I am the great mage! I should not have to be treated like this! And what was that from earlier! Why did you eat him?!”

Leona was on his way out to the botanical gardens to nap and get away from his noisy dorm. Now, he is more interested in what the hell is going on.

“Oui, Grim… who’s your new friend? Did you finally get a parent figure to treat your spoiled hind?” Leona couldn’t help tease the dire-beast as he strode over to the two of you.

When you spotted Leona making his way over to you, you casually dropped Grim off. When he was released, Grim immediately ran and hid behind Leona.

“Oui, what do you think you're doing? Get off.”

“No way! I ain’t getting close to the Prefect, after they turned into that… that thing!”

Leona looks over at your new fluffy body…

You were currently grooming one of your paws and rubbing it against one of your kitty ears.

“You turned the Prefect into a harmless house cat?”

“They ain’t a normal house cat! Nor are they harmless!”

As you were cleaning yourself, you felt a hand grab you from the nape of your neck and pulled you up. Leona held you in front of him and sniffed you… just by your scent alone he was able to confirm it was indeed you. But there was also something off with your scent, something unnatural…

“Housewarden Leona!” Leona pulls you away from him and glances over to where the voice came from, noticing Jack and Ruggie making their way over to him. Ruggie was currently eating a donut that Jack offered him just a while ago. He was even going to offer some to Leona.

“Ah, what’s with the fuzz ball?” Ruggie glances over at you and then see’s Grim hiding behind Leona’s leg, taking a bite from his guilty treat. “And what’s got you so spooked?”

“Leona, is that the prefect?” Jack speaks up.

“You smell them too, right? Yeah it’s them. Putting two and two together, I’m guessing Grim messed up some sort of potion.”

“I didn’t mess anything up!” Grim tries to protest as he looks up at Leona.

Ruggie snickers as he goes to take another bite from his donut… he never got the chance.

You lick your chops, eyes focused on the pastry in Ruggie’s possession. He noticed your intent a second too late, unable to protect his treat as you collect it like picking up a mug before swallowing it whole via tentacle.

Everyone went quiet.

You let out a small burp.

“MY DONUT!”

“THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT?!”Jack yells at the Hyena beast-men. “Did you not see what shot out of the Prefect's mouth?!”

“See? See?! I told you!” Grim points his paw at you while looking up at Leona. Meanwhile the Dorm Leader wasn’t sure on what to do in this situation.

Sensing how Leona was unsure what to do, you decided it was time to go.

When you began to approach Grim, he took a step back. “Mrah! You stay away, Henchmen!” Ah, so he was gonna be difficult…

Before Grim was going to protest once more, a single tentacle shoots out of your mouth and grabs him. All three of the Savanaclaw students just watched in horror as you gobbled up Grim.

And went on your merry way.

“… I think I’m just gonna go take a nap in my room.”

“I’m suddenly not hungry anymore…”

“… shouldn’t we go after them?!”

Both Ruggie and Leona walk away from Jack. Not that concerned about what happened, or want to be part of it.

Octavinelle

“Jade?”

“Yes, Azul?”

“Can you explain to me why there is a cat sitting on the lounge bar?”

You sat upon the bar, lounging without a care in the world. When you left Savanaclaw, you hoped that maybe Azul would help out. Unfortunately Jade found you and decided to give you chin scritches.

You really enjoyed those.

Right beside you was a bowl of water and a small plate of cooked mushrooms that Jade really wanted you to try out. He wanted to see if cats could really eat mushrooms. Since you weren’t fully a cat, they should be fine… right?

“I found them in the dorm, they looked so hungry and lost… and I couldn’t just let them be.”

“… so you decided to feed them mushrooms…”

Jade smiles as he watches you sniff your plate before digging in. He’s been watching you eat the Turkey Tail Mushroom for 20 minutes now. This was actually your second plate, and Jade was more than pleased when he saw you scarf down the first.

“These mushrooms better not be harmful! I don’t want a dead animal to scare off our customers.”

“Don’t worry, these types of mushrooms are nonlethal to both dogs and cats.” Jade assures Azul as he gently pets your head, causing you to lean into his touch and purr. Azul only squints his eyes at you, placing his hand on his chin as he comes up with an idea.

“Why don’t we use them to lure in some customers? They seem well behaved.”

Just when you heard Azul say that, you sat up and jerked your body a bit. Azul panics, thinking the worst. “Jade, you said those were nonlethal!” The dorm leader looks at Jade, who looked just as confused as they watched you make coughing sounds and your body jerking.

Then you spit out a large hairball.

A hairball that shouldn’t come out of a cat.

Jade and Azul step back as they just stare in shock as Grim was laying on the lounge's bar face down, covered in saliva.

You went back to eating.

Grim lets out a gasp like he’s been holding his breath the whole time he was inside your dimensional body. He was able to breathe just fine, he didn’t have to be so dramatic.

Drama queen.

“Grim?! What in Sevens?!”

“FIX THEM!”

Grim scrabbles to Azul, only for the Octo-mer to back away from the slimy dire-beast.

“I don’t care if I have to sign a contract! Just fix the Prefect!”

“Oya~? Is that the prefect?” Jade looks in amusement as he watches you finish another plate of mushrooms. Maybe he should have given you something… better to eat.

Azul pushes his glasses up as he glances over to you. Grim didn’t turn you into some type of house cat… no, this was more weird than that.

“Eeh~ What’s with the kitty cat?” Before Azul was able to come up with a good idea to turn you back… and to scam Grim… Floyd walked into the lounge.

You looked over at the eel twin and saw his smile widen as he began to approach you.

Red alert!

Danger!

Activate distraction!

Your body starts jerking again and you cough off something much larger. Something more human like…

Floyd stops in his tracks as he watches you cough up a slime covered Riddle. The poor redhead was staring up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

At least he’s more calm now.

Floyd bursts out laughing as he sees Riddle, the laughter causing him to snap out of it and to finally take in his surroundings. Jade was intrigued by events that were unfolding. Azul stared in horror at the slime that was getting all over the lounge floor, wondering if it would stain at all.

Distraction successful!

You take this as your cue to leave, this time not even bringing Grim with you.

“H-hey! Prefect! Get back here!” Azul chases you as soon as you see an opportunity to escape the Ocavinelle dorm.

As you run, all you hear behind you is Floyd laughing at Riddle's misfortune, and Riddle trying to inform Jade on what’s happening with you.

Scarabia

“Jamil! Jamil, look!”

Jamil was currently finishing up the dishes when he heard Kalim come running into the dorm's kitchen. He lets out a sigh, mentally preparing what Kalim was going to show him. When he turned around to face the dorm leader, it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting it to be.

Kalim was holding you out to Jamil, showing you off to his best friend. You slow-blink at Jamil who only stared at you with indifference. When he looks up at Kalim, he just expresses how unimpressed he was.

“I found this cat trying to get into the dorm!”

“… and you just let them in?”

“They might be hungry and are trying to look for food!” Kalim smiles as he changes his position on holding you, now cradling you in his arms.

You weren’t hungry after your mushroom meal, but you were thirsty. Thankfully, Jamil was able to pick up on that and began to prepare of bowl of water for you. Right as he laid it out for you, Kamil was more than happy to put you down right in front of the bowl.

“Can we keep them?”

“Kalim, you don’t need a pet cat. And it would be a terrible idea to keep them in the dorm. Look how thick their fur is, they would overheat, I wouldn't be too surprised if you hadn’t found them, they would have blacked out.”

Jamil's words caused Kalim to deflate just a bit, but he was able to bounce back up. “What if we find them a new home? That way they would be taken care of and be comfortable!”

Jamil already felt a headache starting to form.

In the corner vision, you see something scitter across the kitchen counter. You lick your lips as you pick your head up the water bowl and zeroed in on the small bug…

It was a harmless beetle.

But you knew for a fact that Jamil wouldn’t think so.

When the vice house warden saw your attention drawn away from the water, he looked at what you were staring at… only to tense up when he saw the beetle.

“Kalim…”

“I see it! Don’t worry, I got it!” Kalim was more than happy to help. The sweet sunshine child went to grab a napkin and a glass cup. When Kalim retrieved his items, he turned towards the beetle and slowly began to approach the counter.

But this wasn’t just any type of beetle.

This bitch had wings.

As soon as Kalim made his first step, the thing spread its wings out and started to take off. The house warden let out a startled yelp, and Jamil was ready to scream bloody murder as he grabbed his magic pen.

As much as you would have loved to enjoy this little chaotic show, you didn’t want to be in the crossfire between Jamil and his magic.

Before any spells were casted, you opened your mouth and a large tendril slipped out and grabbed hold of the beetle, and just as quickly… you drew it back in and swallowed the thing.

Like a frog.

Both Kalim and Jamil stared down at you; the silence in the room felt loud.

“Oh! Thank you very much!” Kalim put down his items and picked you up, raising you above his head and spun around. “You wanted to help, didn’t you? That’s so sweet!”

“Kalim! That’s not an ordinary cat! Did you not see what just happen?!”

“I’m gonna name you Froggy!”

You only let out a small burp as Kalim gave you your new name, swaying you side to side.

Jamil was starting to feel that headache. Just when he was about to protest about Kalim keeping the ‘cat’ again, a familiar voice made its way into the Scarabia kitchen.

“Ah, te voilà, trickster!” Rook walks in the kitchen with ease as he strode over to Kalim who was still holding you. Kalim beams as he sees the Pomefiore Vice house warden. “Rook! What a surprise!”

Jamil took you from Kalim and presented you to Rook. “I’m guessing you're here for… this… please take them away from here.”

“Oh, why thank you! Word has spread that the Prefect has turned into an alien-like cat, and I thought it was a perfect opportunity to take them to Roi du Poison.”

“THAT’S THE PREFECT?!” Jamil yells as his headache comes in at full force.

“Oui! I must go now! So thank you!” Rook doesn’t explain anything else as he whisks you away from Scarabia.

Kalim and Jamil just stand there in the kitchen, processing the quick retreat the vice Housewarden of Pomefiore made.

Jamil rubs his temples “ … I’m going to my room and taking a nap.”

“Ah, I’ll get the washcloth.”

Pomefiore

“CUT!”

Vil’s sharp voice echoes throughout the courtyard, making everyone in the Film Club stop what they were doing.

The Film Club was currently doing a short sci-fi horror scene. Vil wanted to give himself and his club members a challenge since sci-fi and horror isn’t their usual go to genre for filming. Thankfully, Ortho and Epel are helpful for stirring them in the correct direction.

“We’ve filmed this scene over and over… yet I feel like something is lacking in this… alien…”

Everyone looks over at one of the actors who was dressed up like a snake-mix-octopus-mix-crocodile.

The actor only gave Vil a little wiggle with his costume.

“Your acting is good, but the costume… I feel like I’m looking at a child's drawing come to life. Where did we get this costume again?”

“This was actually hand made…”

“So it is a child’s drawing come to life… truly a nightmare,” Vil lets out a sigh as he walks over to Ortho to go over the footage they captured. Epel was sitting off to the side to watch how everything was going.

“Roi du Poison!” Members of the Film Club looked over to see Rook. He was practically skipping over to Vil while holding a super fluffy cat. “I have found you an alien!”

Vil blanks as Rook presented you to him. You couldn’t help but slowly blink at Vil and meow at him. He didn’t look all that impressed by seeing you.

“This is a cat, Rook.”

“Oui!”

“Why, in the sevens, would this be an alien? It just looks like an ordinary cat you would find off the street.”

You were more than just a street cat!

Rook was already sensing you wanted to show off that you weren’t just some simple cat, so he took an apple out from under his hat.

Vil was ready to question him before Rook tossed it in the air.

You zeroed in on the fruit and opened your mouth, allowing the tentacle to zip out and take a hold on the apple, and bring it back to you. Students in the Film Club let out a scream as they witnessed the slimy appendage come out of your mouth. Vil didn’t really respond, but he begins to think on how to put you in the movie now.

“House Warden Vil! You have to let them in the short film!” Epel shouts enthusiastically.

“Are they trained?”

“Even better! It's actually the Prefect!” Rook smiles as he announces it was really you.

You nod to confirm it was, and that you understood what was going on.

Vil smiles as he claps his hands together, pleased with the new addition to his short film.

And that’s how you got to be the alien in Vils New Short Film. At first the Club members were a bit weary, but upon learning that you were the Ramshackle Prefect, they fully accepted you instead of just some weird cat Rook found.

Ortho kept staring at you in pure awe when the actors went to the scene to reveal the part of the alien. You let out a hiss and revealed the bunches of tentacles and tendrils, just a cluster of horrors.

Every moment when filming was over, Ortho kept doing scans over your new body. The results he kept getting back were quite curious.

You didn’t turn into an ordinary cat. And Ortho was intrigued by this, even going as far as to send his brother the scans and data he was collecting.

One of the scenes that the club needed to capture was when one of the characters gets taken away from the alien. And you happily delivered it.

By gobbling up your fellow Night Raven Classmate.

Members from the club screamed in horror from behind the scenes as they watched the poor victim be taken away in one gulp. Vil had absolutely no words to say as he watched you target the next sad victim.

“Rook, you mentioned to me offhand that they’ll be ok, right?”

“Oui! The Prefect has taken both Roi de Roses and Monsieur Fuzzball and spit them out in safe conditions!”

Vil raised an eyebrow as he stared at his vice Housewarden, “Define, in your words… ‘Safe conditions’.”

Just when Rook was going to answer Vil, you came padding along.

Then you coughed up the club members.

Both actors just laid there on the ground, looking absolutely wrecked. Meanwhile you just started cleaning yourself.

The Pomefiore Housewarden looked at his own club members with absolute disgust seeing them covered in questionable slime and saliva. “Both of you, shower… Now!” That seemed to have snapped the two members out of their small daze as they scrambled to get up and head to their dorms to freshen up.

“Vil Schoenheit,” Both Vil and Rook turn to see Ortho hovering towards them. “If it’s ok with you, after doing today's scenes, can I take the Prefect? I’ve been doing scans and collecting data on them. I got a message from Idia and he wants to check on them.”

“Well, Idia is more then welcome to have them. We are done for today anyway.” Vil glances over to you.

You were innocently laying on your back waiting for your next victim to pet your tum tum.

“The shots we’ve collected are better than I expected them to be. Prefect,” you pick your head up and look at Vil. “You did fantastic today.”

You slowly blink at him and begin to purr.

Ortho giggles as he moves over to you and gently picks you up. “Come on, Prefect, I’m going to take you to big brother. He’s quite curious about what you turned into… and he wants to play with you.”

You let out a small mew as you let Ortho float away with you. Vil waved Ortho goodbye as he looked over the footage, pleased with the results they got.

Ignihyde

“Wehehehe~ Prefect you have such soft toe beans~” Idia happily let you sit in his lap as he played with your tiny cat paws, he was even taking photos of you from all angles. You didn’t mind, you just sat there peacefully with your eyes closed and your tongue sticking out just a bit.

Ortho giggles as he secretly records his brother playing with you. It was too cute! Plus, their mom has been asking how Idia has been doing, and Idia has been dodging her questioning and all that. Now, Ortho can have something to send to her.

“The Prefect seems to be enjoying themselves, brother! It’s said that cats stick their tongue out when they want to be playful or are relaxed.” Ortho casually mentions the fact as he does another scan over your body. He floats over to Idia and shows him the x-ray scan of your body.

“There’s… no bones.”

“And I don’t seen a stomach anywhere, though I am detecting lots of tunnels reaching to different places.”

“Pocket dimensions,” Idia picks you up, holding you from under your front arms. “Wehehe~ you're an ultra find, Prefect. Like an SSR+ find!” Idia gets off his bed and places you in his gamer chair.

You blink at him with your tongue still out as you relax fully into the soft leather. You watch as Idia taps a few times on his hologram keyboard, pulling up photos from your acting scenes and the x-ray scans Ortho took.

“You can still understand what I’m saying, right? You didn’t turn into just a kitty cat with a smooth brain, right?”

You huff at that and fully sit up, meowing at Idia and flicking your paw at him as if saying “get on with whatever you're gonna say”.

“Perfect. Now, I’m gonna show you what you are… because you look like a cute kitty cat, but that’s your character armor. What you really are-,” Idia motions to his monitor, showing the x-rays. “-is a fleshy alien thing that looks like a large parasite crammed into your cat-like body.”

You stare at the X-ray certain of yourself. It should be concerning really, because how the hell did you turn into that thing? Just a few hours ago you were human, and now you're some type of… alien? Parasite?

Either way you look sick as fuck.

“You don’t seem to be that freaked out,” Ortho floats over to you.

To show you weren’t that troubled by it, you opened your mouth and let out a collage of tentacles. One shoots out to grab Idia’s opened bag of chips, causing the older Shroud to yelp. You bring it back to your mouth and fully consume it, spitting the plastic bag out when you were done with it.

“… make yourself at home I guess.”

“Ah! So you do have a stomach! I can see you digesting the chips!” Ortho exclaimed excitedly.

Ortho sends the X-ray video of you digesting the chips to Idia, making it pop up on one of the monitors. You watched with curiosity. Some would find it disgusting but for you- you just thought it was interesting seeing how your new body functioned.

“Now, I hope you don’t mind if we can do some tests on you, Prefect.” Idia begins putting on his lab gear, carefully watching your reaction.

Ok. Sure. Running some tests wasn't that big of a deal. You weren’t in a rush at the moment, and you were curious about what you are.

That all changed when you saw something that looked like a needle.

Before you had time to back away, Ortho picked you up. And you started yowling, trying to get out of his hold.

“Ah! Prefect, what’s wrong?” Idia turns to see his younger brother struggling to hold you, clearly confused on what got you all fussy.

“Ortho! What happened?!”

“I don't know! They just started acting up!”

Using the wonderful power of cat physics, you're able to escape from the younger Shroud’s hold. Your first instinct was to head towards the door… unfortunately it was closed and you didn’t know how to open doors with your toe beans.

Idia slowly approaches you from behind as you try to find another escape route. Idia then takes the chance to dive down to get you, but you dodge him and begin to scurry around the room. You run from one side to the other, hopping on Idia’s bed and then to his shelf with his Action figures.

“Prefect! You're gonna get hurt!”

“MREOW!” You run across the shelf, knocking down the figurines and making Idia freak out.

“NO! Those are limited edition!” You didn’t listen to Idia’s screams as you practically knocked off every single one of his figurines. You look around trying to find a way out of his room, and that’s when you saw it-

The vent!

A tentacle shoots out from your mouth as you rip the grate off the ceiling. You cast the grate in the general direction of Idia, hearing the sound of what remains of the merchandise fall to the floor. And Idia loud pitch shriek.

You hop onto another shelf and use another tentacle to give you leverage as you swing yourself into the vent. You left Idia and Ortho alone in the room.

Take that! No needles today!

Idia just looks at the mess on his floor, not really sure where to start. Ortho just floats over and pats him on the shoulder, knowing that his older brother was mourning the loss of several of his collectibles.

Diasomnia

When you were able to escape from Idia’s clutches, you immediately went to Diasomnia.

This should have been your first pick! Horton would be happy to help you!

When you entered through the mirror you went straight to the dorm lounge room, ignoring students in the process as they stopped to stare at the fluffy cat walking the halls. Some even tried to pet you or greet you, but you were on a mission!

Being this alien cat was all fun but now, it’s best to go back to living life like a normal human.

“Strange, what’s a cat doing here?” You were ready to ignore the student like you did the others, but this one was quick enough to pick you up.

You were ready to swat at them but stopped when you recognized them. Sebek held you from under your arms as he scrutinized you. “How did you get into Diasomnia?” He asks, and all you do is meow at him.

“No matter! I heard earlier that Master Lilia and Waka-sama were looking for a fluffy cat. Perhaps they were referring to you.”

“Mrew.” Yes! Take me to Horton!

Sebek positions you into a better way where he cradles you into his arms. You start purring immediately, which causes Sebek to stutter. “C-cease your purring! I’m just taking you to Waka-sama and then I'm putting you down!”

No complaints there!

Sebek begins to walk you over to the dorm's lounge room. And you couldn’t help yourself so you started batting at his tie. A few times Sebek scolds you, but doesn't have the heart to stop you.

Oh he would lose his head if he learned it was you, the prefect.

“Ah! Sebek, my boy! You're back, and it seems like you brought a friend!” You perk up hearing Lilia’s voice.

You see Lilia and Malleus sitting on the couch in the lounge, Silver pouring them tea and himself a cup as well. Lilia’s eye practically sparkled when he saw you, vibrating on the spot with excitement.

Oh no.

He knows.

“So you found the Prefect, good work Sebek.” Malleus praises Sebek as he takes a sip of his tea.

Sebek though stopped in his tracks. He was happy to be praised by his young master! But learning that it was you that he was cradling this whole time…

He drops you without thinking.

Silver was ready to take his pen out and have you land safely on the ground, but you landed perfectly fine on all fours.

Thanks to your cat-like reflexes.

“P-prefect?! Why didn’t you say anything?!” Sebek yelled at you. You only give him a glare and start batting at his foot, basically telling him you weren’t happy for the fact he dropped you!

Lilia starts cackling watching the exchange between the two of you. When you were done with fighting Sebek’s shoe, you began your walk over to the couch where everyone seemed to be resting and hop on the coffee table.

You don’t stay there for long until Lilia scoops you in his arms, twirling you around like Kalim did. “Ah! You're just so cute now, Prefect!”

Is he saying you weren’t before?

In response to that, you place your paw on his nose, causing Lilia to laugh more. Malleus hums as he watches, Silver on the other hand was starting to doze off after he took one sip from his tea.

“How long has it been since you transformed, child of man?” Malleus asked as he placed his own teacup and saucer on the coffee table.

You try thinking about how long it’s been. It had to be no more than several hours, right? Then again, you did notice how it was getting darker in the Diasomnia dorm. Didn’t you drink that potion this morning???

“Based on your silence, it’s been a whole day.” Lilia nods to his own conclusion as you try wiggling out of his hold.

A whole day?! Nope! You gotta change NOW!

“Fear not my dear friend,” Malleus gets up from his place from the couch and makes it way over to you and Lilia. Lilia smiles as he holds you out to Malleus.

“Meow?”

“As cute as you are in this form, I would prefer to have my best friend back to normal.” And with that said Malleus places his hand on your head, letting a bright green light come from his hand.

In a blink of an eye, you turn back to normal…

With Lilia still holding you up by under your arms.

“I like to be put down now…”

“Aw, but I’m still having fun!” You let out a shriek as Lilia spins you once again. Malleus couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he watched the two of you.

Silver was fully asleep now, and Sebek only stared at his hands in horror.

“I was cradling them the whole time in their cat form…”

“Were they ever truly a cat though?” Sebek whipped his head to look at Silver who spoke in his sleep.

Nobody truly understood what you were. What you turned into it.

All they hope is that it never happens again…

“Oh gods, my stomach…” you were back in Ramshackle, laying in your bed and holding your stomach. You were feeling such immense pain after leaving Diasomnia. You did eat a lot of things today in that other form, and spitting stuff out as well.

Grim was currently pouring you a glass of Bubble Soda, and set down some crackers by your nightstand… not without swiping some first. “Mrah, Silver told me this would help you with your tummy ache. How you should still eat something along with the medication he gave.” Grim hands you the packet he got from second year.

God bless Silver. Lilia did cook horrible meals, so it made sense Silver would have these on hand.

You thanked Grim as you popped a pill into your mouth and slowly drank the soda Grim messily poured.

He tried.

“I’m really sorry about today… it’s my fault you turned into some weird cat thing…” Grim apologized awkwardly as he sat at the edge of your bed.

You let out a huff and grab the dire beast by the scruff of his neck, making him yelp in surprise as you wrap your arms around him.

“I forgive you, Grim. Don’t sweat it that much, ok? You didn’t know, and you made a mistake, it happens! So don’t beat yourself over it.”

Grim whines from your hug but lets you awayway, wrapping his paws around your neck to hug you back. You also promised yourself that night that you were going to double check everything before you consume it.

Can’t have you turning into an alien cat thing again…

Unless to torture Crowley, then you would be down to do that.

[youarealwaysontime]

ppl always talk about fig and gorgug this fig and gorgug that, but nobody ever talks about what it truly means that fig bought him drumsticks and asked him to be her drummer.

gorgug grew up in a body that was misplaced in its home. raised by creators to be a creator, who loved him past his destruction, who loved him beyond any mistake he could ever make. but all he knew of himself was the chaos, was his ability to destroy and rage and ruin. and he hated it. he wanted to create and connect. that little tin flower on the first day of school? such a fragile thread meant to tie him to another for the first time in a very long time. but he was still perceived as the brute, the giant, aggressive and scary. and even when he was doing the one thing he thought he was good at—being a barbarian—he was told at every turn that he was wrong. wrong again. always wrong.

fig faeth was the life of the party, the beloved mean girl decked in pink. and then she lost everything. her dad, her relationship with her mom, her relationship to her body (don’t even try to convince me she doesn’t have body dysmorphia. don’t even try). she began to pretend she didn’t need anyone, anyways, and that it was actually better in the long run if she was closed off. but despite it all, she was born with a bleeding heart and arms that were meant to be wrapped around others. she was born to be loved and to show love and it pushed through her skin no matter what because she could not help it. more than that, she was meant to see people for who they truly are. she saw gorgug, and saw that he was born to be a creator. just like her, he was born to create. to connect. to bring together.

so she gives him drumsticks and places him in front of the drum kit, and tells him to create. not to deny his rage or to pretend, but to let it out. to free it from his own fear. she tells him that it’s ok to be who he is—all of him. she creates a safety blanket in their friendship, and he was able to let go. to be loud and angry and upset but also to create and love and spark joy and kindness and excitement.

and just as she saw him, he did the same for her. he told her it wasn’t about being front and center. that people love the bass player. that she is worthy of love. that gilear’s reaction to her change didn’t mean she was any less of a person. and that she was also denying who she was.

she taught him to let go, and he taught her to let him in

and I just think that’s beautiful.

[carbonfiction]

Ain't no shame

Summary: Riding frank for the first time proves a challenge, one that you thought yourself ready for. When it turns out you aren't, insecurity sparks up your spine. But its just your luck that Frank doesn't mind, infact, hes more than happy to help.. So long as you ask.

Masterlist. Words: 1.5k

Warnings?: as always 18+ MDNI, smut below the cutttt- piv sex, frank being a pleasure dom to the highest form, frank calls reader mama literally once (its hot. Sue me) plus lil mention of insecurity/ bad previous experiences.

Also spotted today i have a lil over 1,000 of you following me for my little ramblings and i am completely blown away. I have so much fun creating stuff for you all and have met some of the best people since creating this blog- long may it continue is all i can say. If you like, comment, reblog, send an ask or even just lurk here.. Thank you. <33

Now.. On with the smut ;)

"How’s that feelin hm? Good?" Frank breathes against your lips, one hand resting against your neck as the other sits anchored to your hips.

Bodies totally bare for the first time as you sit atop of him on the bed, franks back resting against the rickety headboard, cock nessled deep. Your plush thighs bracketing when you slid yourself down slowly. Breathing through the pleasure filled sting as you settled on his lap. Franks eyes filled with adoration as they meet yours, a rough groan passing his lips at the tight heat of your hole.

"Remember, you tell me if it gets too much alright?" he rasps, one hand moving from your hips to thumb over your shoulder soothingly before trailing down. Tongue wetting over his lips as he observes the join of your bodies, glossy slick shiney on your skin. "Don’t ever wanna hurt ya- or my gorgeous girl down here..

You whimper softly as his thumb brushes your clit, a gentle pressure as it prods at the split of your folds. Hips rocking forward just a fraction. "Wish you could see her right now.. all spread open n shiny for me, shit sweetheart, so fuckin tight too"

"S-so full frank.." you whisper, planting your hands against his pectorals as begin to lift up, dropping back down with a soft sigh. The feeling of him inside your walls comforting in a way you cant seem to explain, lip bitten as you watch each reaction to your movements.

With time comes more confident bounces, calculated rocks and grinds that push him deep and nuge against the spot that has you keening. But so too comes the creep of discomfort, tinged with pleasure but enough to fill your expression in a way you cant seem to hide. A wince here and a shuffle of your knees beside him there.

Franks observance doesnt miss this, as much as you pray he does. Gentle hands holding on as you shuffle again; this time not letting you continue without resistance.

"Hey.. There somethin' not feelin right pretty girl?" he murmers, head cocked slightly. His thumbs soothing little circles on your skin. Concern paints his features and you can feel the heat of shame overcome your bloodstream.

You'd begged for this, asked specifically to be on top and now? Now you feel like you cant live up to it and shit.. Shit it makes you embarrassed. Especially with the patience hes given you up until this point; those nights spent having sex with the lights off or with shirts still on, never deviating from missionary.

You'd wanted to try this; to give him- and yourself- something different.

So you do the thing you know best, you push through, because how could that earlier confidence fade so quickly? With a soft smile and unconvincing eyes you confirm, "M' okay, just getting comfortable" and gingerly resume the pace once more.

It feels good, neither of you can deny that. Franks length gliding so sloppily into you. Audible in the way it feeds those warm sparks of pleasure up your spine.

But frank really isn't a stupid man and he isnt blind neither. Theres an inconsistency within your movements, with the rise and falls you make against him. A forced tone to the sounds you let free. Its not feeling as good as it should for you, thats clear to see and for frank? For frank that is a fucking crime. Especially when it comes to his girls pleasure.

A large hand slips up your back, gentle and slow as if not wanting to spook you. Fingers offering a gentle squeeze to the base of you neck, just enough to gather your attention back to his face once again. You hadn't even noticed your gaze waver and lock to the chiseled planes of his chest.

"You got it or you need my help sweet girl?" he murmers, leaning up to press his lips to your forehead. "Know there ain’t no shame in askin, always gon' give you whatcha need."

Your throat bobs as you swallow, anxiety suddenly filling your gorgeous features. And its then your words break Franks heart. "D-dont want you to.. To be mad.. Said i could do it.."

Your lip wobbles and frank engulfs your form immediately, pressing you close to his chest. A shake of his head visible in your periphery as you rest against him. "Christ sweetheart, you listen to me" he says shifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze like your made of glass. "I am never gon be mad bout that. If s' too much then it's too much alright? Not your fault"

Frank watches you breathe in his words, brows creased just slightly when you nod. He doesn't know everything about your past, about the expectations of the few men you'd let touch you, but he can guess they were less than understanding. Enough to make you shrink in on yourself the way you have now anyway.

Your voice is soft when you speak up again, meek and still anxious. "You promise?.. Dont want you to.. To not enjoy it.."

Frank has to bite back the scoff threatening to dislodge from his throat. Him? Not enjoy it? While you're sat perfectly bare atop of him like this? Each gorgeous curve housed by plush flesh driving him wild, indents from his fingers littering your skin. Breasts covered with blooming bruises from his adoration filled attention alone.

What on earth had those clowns you'd been with before made you think?

"Course i promise babydoll. Enjoy just bein with you-" he rasps quietly, fingers tangling into your hair, large palm cupping your head as he rests you against his forehead. The usual crease that lives in his brows gone, replaced by something much softer. "-sittin on the couch watching tv or goin walkin how we do.. this is just a bonus, something extra. Now if you wanna stop sweetheart thats okay too-

"No!" you cut him off quickly, a flicker of fire back into your eyes, cunt clenching around him in your panic as you pull back. "No dont wanna stop, Please frank..dont stop"

He nods, wetting his lips with a gentle hush. "Alright, so how bout we try something else hm? Somethin that works for you" the hand in your hair drifts to your jaw, calloused thumb soothin over soft skin. "Aint gotta worry bout me, just gotta focus on you.. you tell me how you want it n I’ll get you there.. that sound good?"

It takes a second before you nod, the movement still a little sheepish as frank trails kisses over your features. Jaw, cheeks and forehead first, followed by a decent back down your nose to press against your lips, swallowing your words. "M-mhm, yeah.. But i.. I want you to.. to do it like this still.."

"Like this?" frank hums, adjusting you both until hes pressed flat, his feet down on the mattress just like his back. A large arm wraps around your shoulders, pushing gently between them as his head finds home the crook of your neck. Sheets bunching in your fists in preparation. "Sure this is what you want honey? Not too deep?"

"Want it like this." you confirm, pressing yourself down against his chest a little more, pushing him a little deeper, head turning to the side to nuzzle into his chest. "Fuck me frankie..please.."

And following your pleas, he does. His hips lift in a steady succession of thrusts, cock brushing your walls in a way that immediately feels better than before. A soft whimper filling franks ears as he repeats his thrusts over and over.

"shhhh, I know mama, I know." he pants, full balls a steady swat gainst you as you take every inch he has to give; pleasure blossoming quickly. "Doin so good like this, taking everything i got"

"Feels so.. Oh fuck frankie, s' good, gonna cum- gonna make me cum!" you sob out, blood pounding loudly through your ears, orgasm building in your belly as quick as his thrusts.

Franks hand presses harder into your back, the weight between your shoulder blades a comfort as it pushes you against him harder. "Yeah? Give it to me baby, yeah cmon, let me feel it" he groans roughly, lips against your temple.

That very plea is what sends you over the edge, orgasm bluring your vision as franks thrusts remain steady. Quick and sharp pounds as he fucks into your quivering form. Each movement making the squelch of your weeping cunt louder, a creamy ring forming around the base of Franks cock.

Its only a handful more bucks later that Frank's high crashes into him like lightning. Pulsing ropes of cum painting your insides until you feel physically full.

"Atta girl.. My beautiful fuckin girl" he pants against your skin, sweat soaked and spit stricken. "That what you wanted?"

Your head nods, lips sloppily finding his with a soft whine. hips unconsciously rocking backward, cum leaking out of your messy hole, still plugged by his sensitive cock.

[elliesglock]

okay so i'm gonna preface this by saying, i haven't wrote an analysis for a bit so im sorry if im a little rusty but im trying to rebuild my masterlist. hope you guys enjoy, happy reading 💕 always remember to lmk anything i forgot as well!

the lives starts off with aubrey and crackhead kk just doing shit. just being bad. they're giving a dorm tour and decide to go to another dorm where everybody's kinda hanging out.

when they walk in, immediately ines comes firing saying kk and aubrey are assholes. which says to me that none of the people in the dorm they're walking into know they're on live. therefore, azzi clarifies with kk and aubrey if they "are still on live" because for reasons i will get in soon she wants to make sure she ain't going to say nothing incriminating. as soon as kk sets her phone down she goes in the back kinda whispering to azzi which brings me to my theory (it's kinda not a theory cause it gets confirmed later) that this entire live azzi is on ft with paige. azzi kinda calls kk over and kk realizes she's on the phone w her girl. this is able to spearhead mission annoy tf out of azzi with aubrey and rope in paige while they do it. will explain in a sec as well. they whisper and act super completely normal (spoiler they don't but they think they do). azzi has her laptop opened and is shopping? with ines for something but ig ines is being indecisive cause this whole live she keeps giving options for things and ines can't figure out what she wants. i just find it funny in general that pazzi are literally 8 inches from each other and STILL facetiming. like personally im not doing that with my friends id just text them. now this might be delusional but theres a moment where the comments see azzi and they're like ohhh she's so pretty! and kk points this out and tells azzi they said you're so pretty...and yall why i lowkey hear paige flying off the seat of her pants on facetime jealous as hell. now this alone really wouldn't convince me she was talking but everyone's reactions are lowkey so not nonchalant cause why kk hooting and hollering saying "ohhhh!!" and giggling as soon as i hear paige's voice? girl what was she saying? she was cussing some little twelve year olds out huh? what also convinces theyre on facetime is the fact that azzi is talking and holding up a conversation while everyone around her is not talking. so obv if no one is talking back to her that we can hear she's having a conversation on her phone. most likely with paige. i lowkey think paige is helping azzi out with whatever ines wants or is doing, because there's moments you can hear paige talking while everyone has their mouths closed. like look at them helping their first born pick out her outfits aweeee.

now when they turn this game on it starts getting chaotic as hell so just bear with me. i'm trying to listen to background convos while these mfs got their tv on 85 burning the paint off the walls so. during about 17:55, it's silent enough to hear FOR SURE paige is on the phone. she says something about glasses and we know how her minnesota ass says glasses. which tells me that that whole time azzi was helping out ines paige was in the conversation too. now what they were doing i have no idea. now, i think the shopping or studying or whatever was happening near azzi is done, everybody disperses and moves or leaves.

now rhis next part blows the fuck outta me 😒 a comment asks, "where's paige?" to which kk answers "minding her business!" immediately you hear azzi in the back go paige! and it almost sounds like she's saying it to her phone and she lowkey sound irritated like why is anybody bringing up my girl. kk and aubrey catch this tone and decide yeahhhh it's time to troll tf outta her rn. aubrey kinda makes a teasing remark to azzi like, "yeah where is she?" hinting at the fact azzi is on the phone with her and knows EXACTLY what's she's doing and where she is. aubrey is doing that annoying friend thing where she's maybe teasing azzi for being on the phone with her girlfriend and trying to be sneaky about it. now i think azzi over the teasing cause aubrey asks to say hi to paige on the phone (basically confirming that paige was on the phone the whole time) and azzi says, "i'll twist your knee into the thing!" before handing the phone over to her. aubrey gets the phone from kk and blows an air kiss to paige. she watches the phone and you can hear paige whispering. i personally think she's asking what azzi is doing or how she's acting. cause aubrey immediately looks up at azzi and smiles like she knows paige is trying to see if azzi's mad at her. and then aubrey, not giving up on the teasing, says "i told you i miss you man!" really loud into h the phone, immediately looking up to watch az's reaction. i think they tryna tease azzi but acting like azzi and paige do on the phone. but personally that's just how i read the situation and in my head i feel like that's what their behavior is showing me. now aubrey hand the phone off talking about "im being a menace" which girl we know but you better be careful around big az like im scared for you and even more scared for paige....

so kk and aubrey are talking about being menaces and paige sounds like she says, "what's she doing?" and they most likely flip the camera around. aubrey wiggles her eyebrows almost like paige is watching azzi and she knows she being extraaaaaa heart eyes central today. and in my humble petty opinion i bet azzi flips off the camera or says something and they all start laughing and gasping. but this parts iffy, paige could also be saying "ofc you do". now this next part is CRAZY ASF i think this is probably something you could use to convince deniers paige and azzi are together. so there's a comment that pops up that says "aww her girl otp" obviously implying azzi's on the phone with her girl. aubrey reads the comment and goes beserk and starts laughing and pointing it out to kk. kk giggles showing paige. we know she shows paige because her no survival instincts head ass goes, "yeah kk's girl on the phone." this is around the time azzi comes running up to the phone asking what the comment said. now this live we get some juicy juicy jealous/pouty azzi and she lowkey sounds like she's mad as hell. so paige and azzi are bickering back and forth cause u know she just gonna dogpile on azzi when she's pouty cause she, for one, has no self preservation skills and 2 she likes when her girl gets mad at her (kinky ass). paige being a lil sassy masc on the phone huffing and puffing mocking azzi and she says "take a break." to which paige replies, "take a big break!" in that sassy little tone of hers. i think she can recognize azzi's pouty and moody and doesn't like being made fun of so she's having fun watching her get all upset when she teases her. poor azzi girl i know when my girl teases me when im already about to jump and fly off the handle it makes me soooooo irritated but at the end of the day thats the good stuff. im sure they would rather be annoying each other all day than be apart and that's just the truth. kk makes fun of everybody asking for paige by saying its "pilates bueckers" and that's azzi's "cousin"

and it's so funny to me because if they were GENUINELY JUST FRIENDS they would not react the way they do. they'd be laughing adding onto the joke like they do with everything else but they don't. azzi most likely makes a fun and is like ewwww and paige goes "you sick." mostly because who tf wants to be called your gf's cousin? yuckkkk. now paige spends a minute just flaming the audience for no good reason other than she getting a ki off of annoying everyone on planet earth atm ig. so paige got some guac on ft and these hungry hungry girls see it and say oooo we wanna go downstairs and get some. azzi immediately stops what she's doing and is like im gonna come down there too in this threatening ass voice. now here's my theory. paige and azzi were talking about having a movie night on the phone you can hear them. so obviously azzi is gonna get annoyed when her friends go down to paige's room (where she was just about to go) to go eat. it's almost like she says "i'm gonna come down there too" to warn paige when she need to quit acting cute and get everybody out so they can have their cuddle sesh. basically hinting at paige, when i get my ass down there that means everybody need to clear out. i also think her voice just sounds so urgenttrrr, she's like waittttt not without me i wanna go downstairs and see my girl too just not with all yall in there. i think that's why she sounds so impatient/irritated. missing p-itis got her good.

so girl. after they go downstairs. all a mess. poor amari they was clowning on her guac so bad. so in between the puking and fighting for her life that kk's doing for 5 mins, i'd like to point out that paige really doesn't act like she knows kk is on live. kk kinda bursts in her room and is fake puking for some reason .... and she never really sees kk is still on live. i'll break it down more in my script but, we hear a little robot voice go, "call from azzi fudd." and it dings like paige picks it up. now yall why this bitch say babyyyy when she answers it. and then says hello. mind you she says baby in a weird voice but that's how she answers it. sigh my babygirl/baby paige agenda is thriving atm. now i'm gonna end this exactly how i thought azzi meant by when she said "im finna come down there too." kk is sitting on paige's bed and talking to her when we hear the door open. very obv you can hear azzi say, "cmon don't piss me off" like basically shooing kk cause she wants some time with her girl. and i jus imagine paige holding her hands up like what the wife says goes when kk looks at her. cause she know she damn wrong for how she was teasing and she's not trying to get in anymore trouble, smart girl. but also they just wanna spend time together too and i know that cuddle + movie combo SMACKED. i wish i was a fly on the wall.

suarrrr i know how much yall liked this analysis so i had to bring it back. sorry if it isn't the og but hey it's something! i'm also releasing the script for this live tonight about the same time i release this...thank yall!

[quokkareactions]

Random attractive things they do: SKZ

Chan: Wearing a suit

He emerged annoyed from your room struggling with his tie.

"I thought I knew how to tie these things"

You chuckled and waved him to yourself.

"These are some talented hands you have. I'm surprised there's anything they can't do"

"Very funny" he rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't being funny... And done"

He pecked your lips and went for the front door.

"Thanks, baby. I'll be back in a few hours"

"Have fun, handsome!"

Minho: Taking charge during plans

"Don't worry about dinner tonight" he said, grabbing his car keys. "I've got it all figured out"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Oh really? Care to share the plan?"

"Not a chance" he replied with a grin. "You'll see"

He drove you to a cozy little restaurant you've never been before, complete with a view of the city lights. It wasn't extravagant, but the effort he put into surprising you in itself was enough to make you melt.

Changbin: Rolling up their sleeves

You watched as he leaned over the kitchen counter, rolling up his sleeves before starting to chop vegetables. The casual movement exposed his forearms, the slight flex of muscle catching your attention. He glanced up, finding you staring.

"What?" he asked, smirking as he kept chopping.

"Nothing" you replied, cheeks flushing "Just... You look good doing that"

He laughed shaking his head, but you could tell he was pleased. For the rest of the night you couldn't stop glancing at those rolled up sleeves and the effortless confidence they added to his demeanour.

Hyunjin: Driving with confidence

The way he handled the car was mesmerising. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his focus steady but relaxed. You couldn't help but stare.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer"

"Oh no need, this is already etched into my brain" you answered with a teasing smile.

"So this is why you never drive"

"No, I simply suck at driving... You looking hella fine is just an added bonus" you shrugged.

Jisung: Giving genuine compliments

"You know, you’re amazing at what you do" he said out of nowhere as they were walking through the park. She turned to look at him, surprised.

"What brought that on?" she asked, smiling.

"I just realized I don’t tell you enough" he said, hands in his pockets. "The way you handle things with so much passion... It’s inspiring."

Her heart skipped a beat at his sincerity. It wasn’t just the words; it was the way he said them, like he genuinely admired her. That moment stayed with her, a quiet reminder of how much he appreciates her.

Felix: Being good with kids

You were at your nephew's birthday pool party and Felix was in the pool, splashing around ith the kids. After watching them for a while, you leaned back on your sunbed, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun. When the sunlight unexpectedly dissappeared, you opened one eye to glance at the shadow.

"What's gotten you so smiley?" he inquired with a lovestruck grin.

"You..." you confessed while madly blushing "You're really good with kids"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head before returning to the pool.

Seungmin: Pulling you close in crowded places

The street was packed with people, and you were struggling to keep up. Without saying a word, he reached for your hand and gently pulled you closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulder.

"Better?"

"Much better"

He didn't let go until you were out of the crowd, and even then you didn't want him to.

Jeongin: Casual stretching

He was sitting on the couch when he suddenly leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing a hint of toned abs. You tried not to stare but couldn't help yourself.

"Everything okay over there?" he asked catching your gaze.

"Uh, yeah" you replied, quickly looking away, cheeks burning.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction and stretching once again, just to tease you.

[contract-crawdad]

Obsessed with just how human the Shadow is despite their appearance and mannerisms.

They don’t attack! They either can’t defend themself or won’t defend themself. They don’t cry out either, but that’s definitely due to the fact that they can’t speak. They just stare silently as they’re beaten to death.

It’s so charmingly AWKWARD how their strategy for getting to know Sam is to just… hang out closer and closer to the guy they like.

Let’s be real. They’re fucking horrifying. And in a world like Look Outside where literally anyone could be dangerous, the twelve foot tall masked black obelisk is high on the list of things you would realistically avoid like the plague. But Sam just walks right up to them and says hello! Multiple times. And I can’t help but feel that the usual reaction from people would be avoidance. Maybe that’s the specific WHY of why they seem so interested in Sam. Nobody else has gone right up to them and said ‘hi’, let alone asked if they need help.

After you turn down their offer of assimilation, it really does read like… ‘Whoops, sorry, I guess I misread some signals’. Like!! They genuinely thought this was where things were going, but it’s like they leaned in for a kiss and Sam told them them that he doesn’t see them that way.

Embarrassing!!

But they handle it well and learn to respect boundaries. That’s the big thing! A great many mutants in the game have a warped sense of other people do or don’t want, Edwin being a great example. But the difference with the Shadow is that they actually listen to you.

So they learn better and decide to go back to something you do like:

Gifts!! That was the last thing Sam enjoyed doing, so… more of that!!

Their interactions with the Rat Baby pretty much prove that they don’t just go around assimilating whoever they can whenever they can! It’s unclear if that’s always been the case of if Sam taught them that some things don’t like that.

And it says a lot that the Shadow no longer roams the building! Even after, you know, assimilation doesn’t happen, I like to think the Shadow primarily sticks around because they have a place to stay with some who likes them.

Filling up your apartment with assorted weirdos isn’t quite the same without the Shadow looming ominously over all of them.

[violet-eng]

🔞🔥 Thanos / Su-bong x fem!reader | SG AU

Summary: You and Thanos/Su-bong are best friends. You like another man, though your heart breaks when at a party you see him go to a room with another girl. That's when your best friend Su-bong, who you know is madly in love with you, comforts you. Things escalate when you ask him to spend the night with you to find out what it feels like to be fucked by someone who loves you.

Tw: Smut (soft?), little dialogue, Thanos is mentally normal/stable here, slowburn, porn? with plot, breast playing, mention of alcohol, mention of drugs, p i v, unprotected sex. I think that's it. MDNI 🔞🔥

A/N: This was in my drafts, not edited, english is not my first lang.

I haven't written in a while btw, in case you feel cringe or something

Enjoy

wc: 3,5k

You watched him lose himself in the crowd with her, his hand encircling her fingers, the grip natural and fluid, as if they were made for each other. He seemed so oblivious to their surroundings, to the tumult that jostled them and the noise that consumed them, because there was only her. And you, from the corner of the kitchen, holding that glass of tequila with who knows what in it, felt your world disintegrate, your heart shattering, sinking into a lament that seemed to go on forever. Nothing more cumbersome than the abandonment of your first and only love, the indifference that cuts like a dagger, bruising every aspect of your dignity. You knew where they were going, you knew that the door to the master bedroom would close behind them and that he would wrap his arms around her as he vowed her a future and professed overflowing love. That should be you, because no one was going to love him like you loved him.

And it hurt, your heart burned with remorse at the thought of them, of him being an explorer of her body. You left the glass in the kitchen, you hadn't noticed the stuffy nose, the feelings trapped in your chest, the way the petty, foolish heart hammered desperately in search of a way out, of something to soothe the pain.

You left the house for air, escaping the music and the party, clinging to your coat and your last yearnings, hoping to vanish the scene seen in the cold night air.

You looked at the moon, round over the city, so stupidly romantic while you were so miserably alone, broken, crumbling.

“It's freezing outside, señorita” the voice next to you shook you.

“Su-bong” you articulated the words turning to him, hand covering your nose in an attempt to subdue the absurd feelings about to overflow, “I didn't see you.”

“Of course not” the words trailed a hidden intention, approaching you with the vape in his hand, walking slowly and almost rhythmically, “did something happen?”

Su-bong didn't behave like that with the rest of the people, but you were his favorite person, maybe the only living being that, according to his own words, didn't cause him repulsion.

Su-bong's touch, unlike his everyday manner, was delicate, subtle, almost nonexistent. He adjusted your coat and lifted your chin, his fingers gingerly holding your chin.

His eyes hid a poem, an implicit adoration. Though he had professed his love for you before and you had denied it, he wouldn't give up, never would, because to him you were the only thing worthwhile. And you knew it.

And all that, plus the tequila, and the magnificent full moon night, did nothing but make you vulnerable with him.

The tears didn't stop once they came out, the whimpers were embarrassing, like a little girl, you threw yourself into his arms to cry, so broken and disappointed in your own attitude and reaction.

“Why does he want her?” you clung to his back, his arms around your figure, his hands caressing the fabric of your clothes against your back, your face sunk into his chest as he hovered over you. And there, while you felt as small as you were fragile, he cared for you as you crumbled into shameful moans.

“What's wrong with me, Su-bong?” your eyes met his, and Su-bong, in how unempathetic and sensitive he is, wailed as he watched his world lose itself in agony for a wretch. His palms cupped your cheeks, and his forehead found yours as he left insistent kisses on your nose and cheeks.

“There's nothing wrong with you.”

He had always been like that with you, he never limited himself in showing you how madly in love he was with you, being honest and embarrassingly romantic in front of you and his friends. But he wasn't your type, you didn't like outrageous or colorful boys like him, you had built up an image that contrasted with his, you so sensible and he so histrionic and volatile. And yet you loved him, Su-bong had a special place in your heart as your best friend, your partner in adventures, even if they ended with him trying to steal a kiss or touching your lower back, perhaps too low to be friendly.

You felt Su-bong's lips on your cheek, at the corner of your lips, dangerously below your chin as if to wring an involuntary moan from you, knowing that he would take advantage of any opportunity where you were completely at his mercy.

“You're perfect,” that husky voice of his, depth in his tone and words, his devotion painted darkly in his eyes, so helpless to see you in tears. His hands, now unobtrusive near your waist, not at all impertinent as usual, as if he finally had some decorum in being near you.

He took you home, as he used to do, checked the rooms and secured the windows while you made your way to your bedroom. You crawled on the bed, your feet as if you had walked on fire, why had you decided to wear those heels? Ah, to impress that boy, how pathetic you had been, like a high school teenager trying to look mature for her teacher.

“All in order” Su-bong approached you with a glass of water, and you smiled as you watched him sit down in front of you leaving his shoes in an awkward motion.

He wasn't careful, but with you he always tried to be, so you weren't surprised when his hands reached your ankles to massage your skin, almost exactly where it needed relief.

“You always know what I need” you whispered as his dexterous hands crept around your ankle, he just smirked, almost too proud of his actions. “Look how those shoes left me, they didn't even fit me...”

“You looked cute in them,” he said.

“To you I'll always look cute, even with a plastic bag”

“And that's the kind of man you should follow, one who is dying for you and adores any aspect or nuance of your personality, no matter if you make decisions with your head or your ass.”

“For a moment you sounded like a normal person”

Laughter, your voices echo in the room, and for a moment you perceive perfect harmony in the tone of your voices, combining and interlocking like puzzle pieces.

“You are too much to cry for him... I would never make you cry if you gave me the chance”

“What would you do if I gave you the chance?” the question came unmeasured from your lips, straight from your heart into the air, pushed by the heaviness in the room and the warmth of his closeness.

“I would put you on a pedestal” he smiled, almost as if he had rehearsed the answer before, “I would never make you feel insecure, you would never hesitate by my side” he pecked your chin with his fingers and a smile.

“And above all” his tone became more serious, more intimate, he moved closer, the distance between you untouchable, his forehead inches from yours "I would make you feel loved, so desired that you would never think of anyone else. I would kiss away your doubts and the memories of others with caresses. I would make you understand that you are my world and that I would always choose you over anything. I would make you feel so mine that you would wish I would never part from you" with his hand on your chin, his thumb caressed your lips, and for the first time, you didn't pull away, nor laugh at his intrusion. You took him by surprise, almost tearing down the safe facade in front of you.

 His eyes widened and became almost round at your stillness, at the feel of your lips under his thumb, he had longed for it so long ago. Even he was surprised at his reaction to the crumbs of attention you gave him.

“Prove it” you whispered, the vibration of your voice jumped to his fingers, sending an electric current between the two of you, “I want to know what it feels like to have someone love you, want you.”

Su-bong's breath was cut off, his heart in his chest, begging thumping for such a moment, for the permission given to touch you...

“Make me yours, Su-bong”

And that was the end for him, the end of the agony that came locked in his pants. 

He removed the glass from your hands, his nervous fingers letting the glass slip for an instant, leaving it on the nightstand next to your bed, only to return in front of you agitated, his gaze fixed on your orbs. And at your smile, the welcome of your hands resting on his cheek, he leaned in for his lips to find yours like a hurried oath, like a prayer of closeness and uncontrolled acceptance, sucking on your lower lip as if trying to rip your soul from your throat. Each caress cut off by moans and saliva, his mouth would open over yours seeking air to plunge back into the doom of your lips.

His hands did not stop, ready to explore every inch of you, every curve of your figure, to memorize with his fingertips the apex of your being. He held you by the nape of your neck to gain access to your mouth, to let his tongue delve into your palate fully savoring every corner of your mouth, while his other hand rested on your hip, his thumb caressing the crease of your thigh and slowly moving up your abdomen to your chest, kneading the flesh beneath your clothing.

He pulled away from you, both of you with your chest rising and falling, Su-bong's hand still gripping your breast, watching the intensity of your movement as he himself swallowed saliva and took a deep breath through his nose. You watched him closely, lips swollen, skin around it flushed.

Su-bong's gaze was fixed on your body, then on your face, his mind a jumble, the gears in his head rubbing almost audibly. His hand pressed your breast, while the other slid to the other one squeezing both like play dough as he stared at them mesmerized, as if he had never touched a woman, while you bit your lip, crumbling under his grip.

“This is real” he said, his pleading eyes meeting yours, his hands still kneading you “it's not another one of those dreams that suddenly end and make me wake up with an erection, is it?”

You shook your head, your hands resting behind you on the mattress as you watched his hands perfectly cage your breasts, his fingers circling the curve of your valleys managing to formulate in you the first disturbing thought about him. His fingers, how skilled he would be with them, how good they would feel inside...

He dragged you onto the sheet, his hands suddenly anchored on your hips, drawing you to him, pressing his manhood against your clothed center, leaving you almost straddling him as he slid his hands to the roundness of your ass, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh under your skirt, over your panties. Curiosity shadowed by desire, the craving for touch overflowing through his restless hands.

You hesitated leaving your hands on his shoulders, exhaling uncertainty and anticipation blinded by lustful longing, feeling his hardness beneath you. Your hands went up to his neck, soft caresses at the angle of his chin, as defined as a blade, running down his neck and chest, finding the desperate vibration of his heart locked in him.

Su-bong melted back into you in a kiss, in a distant and fervent longing as he slid the fabric of your dress over your head and fluidly undid your bra, his warm hands finding the line of your spine, descending in a path deserting sanity, surrendering to his innermost desires. He removed his shirt in one swift movement to return his hands to where they belong, to your body, to the curve of your waist to leave your back against the mattress, his thumbs brushing the shadow of your sagging breasts as the cross hanging from his neck hit your chin. His mouth positioning itself on yours, fitting him perfectly between your legs, sliding his tongue down your chin, leaving wet kisses on your neck and collarbone, tasting your breasts and leaving a trail of kisses over your abdomen, advancing to your thighs as his hands hovered against your fleshy skin.

Kisses on your inner thighs, gasps and promises to love you and make you feel cared for if you stayed by his side, praising how beautiful you looked marked by his mouth, exhaling with difficulty at the shock of ecstasy that grew with each movement executed by him.

His  pants had begun to get in the way, the fabric seemed to fly away followed by his boxers and necklace, falling to the floor next to your dress, just before he began to take care of himself.

He didn't want to look like a saint, he wasn't, so when he leaned over you, his length encased in his hand, brushing against your thigh, he whispered in your ear: “You don't know how many times I've masturbated imagining something like this, you are my downfall” 

Su-bong left a kiss under your earlobe and added “damn, you're so much better than drugs”.

Your panties on the floor, your legs around his hips, heels fitting perfectly into his lower back, like a perfect piece of craftsmanship as his hands lay next to your head, his shadow looming over you.

You would have laughed if you had been told a couple of hours ago that you would be in bed with Su-bong on top of you, even though he often told you so himself, it seemed something completely inconceivable, even at this moment when you felt his tip tantalizing your skin.

You watched him suddenly, as your hands rested on his shoulders, your fingers following the trace of his muscles, the way he tensed under your touch, the silent prayer behind his black eyes, the anticipation legible in his breath. Longing, desire and devotion, all were implied only in his gaze, in the gentle caress of his hand on your cheek, as his thumb made soft circles on your skin, and you saw it in his smile. Su-bong was smiling so innocently that he didn't seem to be in the present position.

When your bodies finally bonded, both shared a soft moan, your face nestling in the palm of his hand while he comforted you with gentle caresses. Softness exuding lust, eroticism and desire combined with tenderness. He seemed perfectly made for you, working his way thoroughly through your silkiness, leading the way with deep surrender and pure affection.

You felt him exploring your insides with pause and diligence, as his hands traveled through your being, your heart beating against his hand as he played with your buttons, or your breath shortening as he kissed your neck and sank his face onto your shoulder. You heard him moan your name in your ear as he pounded inside you a little harder, as his hands slid next to yours on top of your head, as he whispered desperately how much he had loved you for years.

So this is what it felt like to have someone love you. That deep and hostile, yet cautious and smooth, painful and pleasurable. The dichotomy of passion described in every lunge, in every salty kiss and every word.

“My princess” you heard him almost on the verge of madness, slipping into you so naturally. “Never think of him again” left a trail of insistent kisses.

Your skin burned, your muscles tensed, and the vulgar sound of kissing and his movements filled the room, there was nothing but promise and stars, no doubt and no remorse, not when he was pounding so deliciously inside you.

You clung to his back as you felt him rougher, more uncontrolled, almost savage. Su-bong rested one hand on the back of the bed as he gripped you tightly around the waist, his face contorted in pleasure, whispering dirty things as he felt the way you tightened around him. Every thrust tore a moan from your lips, and every time your breasts bounced grunts came from his chest.

It wasn't right to use him like this, your friendship would be completely bruised when this was all over. And you knew he would be saddened when you treated him again with the distance of friendship. Maybe you should have asked him to stop, or stopped moaning his name so much when you felt him pick up the pace, maybe, maybe... but it all vanished when his thumb went down to your center, when his agility pressed on your nerves with such dexterity that it made you forget everything and come back to that, to him splitting you in half as he whispered cloying promises.

The air was thin, your heart thudding in your throat. Su-bong was good at fucking, no, an expert... a specialist in... a master, a... whatever.

Your mind was in a whirl, a jumble of whimpers and moans, a groan as you watched him take your hips, focused on the way he lost himself inside you, frowning and pursing his lips.

This wasn't just sex, not when you felt the warmth of his hands, the delicacy of his fingers and the way he gave you fleeting glances to make sure you were okay.

“Su-bong” There was something else in the air, something contained in your chest as your hand reached out for his face, the feel of his skin against your palm as he leaned over you, the crease of his cheeks from his smile.

“Here I am” Su-bong covered your hand, lifting it to leave chaste kisses on your palm.

“Don't leave me” you didn't know where that confession had come from, but it was real, as real as your affection for him or his love for you.

“Never” Su-bong pressed his lips against yours, a passionate promise as his hand slid over your center again, moving slowly in circles with just the right pressure, feeling the spasms it caused in you, taking you uphill from ecstasy. It was different, the burning sensation in your lower stomach, the electric tension in your thighs. Your fingernails dug into his back, the crimson traces on his skin from the high he was bringing on in you.

You both moaned erratically, less and less in sync as his movements sped up, his hand never stopping rubbing you. He watched you become a mess under him, arching your back and screaming for more, because something inside you was rising, and rising and accelerating, something strong would pounce if he continued in the same way.

“I love you,” he said, as lost in his own gasps as you were, "and it doesn't matter if you never love me. I will be yours as long as you allow me to show my devotion."

Hot, that's what the skin felt like, that's what his love and his proposal felt like, because he would put his pride aside just to feel you his, to know that he can manage to make you feel wanted. The sensation inside you, the heat in your walls, the pressure of his fingers, everything increased drastically forming that growing core that traveled from your center to your chest, his passion moved strongly as you climbed to the clouds of that oath, everything until you reached the end. The explosion of your core of lust burned in an erratic convulsion, in a restrained moan as you enjoyed the edge. And then the heat, the heat with which Su-bong painted your walls as you clenched around him.

Shy gasps and kisses, all as he pulled out of you slowly, dragging the strings of his passion slipping out of you.

“Are you okay?” Subong fixed the strands of hair covering your forehead, and you just nodded as you caught your breath.

He bent to the floor in search of the vape in his pants, pulling it out and taking a deep puff, lying back down this time with his arm around your shoulders, drawing you to his chest.

There was no need for words, for although neither of you understood the situation, you had discovered how well you worked together, how easily you seemed to melt into mutual compliments and pleasure. Your fingers glided with smooth naturalness over the lines of the tattoo on his chest and abdomen, absorbed in your thoughts, while he seemed to have none useful in his head, smiling and pleased.

He knew your mental tribulations were flooding your head, but he said nothing, just left a kiss in your hair, while he looked up at the ceiling with the vape on his lips and felt your fingers run over his skin. There would be time to meditate and make decisions, for tonight he was pleased that you had let him pour his feelings out on you, because you had finally chosen him.

[nothingspecialherern]

"Sit down. I need to read something to you."

Jaskier quirked his lips. "Read something? What are you planning?"

"Nothing. Just listen."

Jaskier nodded, sitting on the fallen log they had picked. Geralt felt around for the book in his bag. There was a pockmarked page for the poem he had picked out. As he turned around, Geralt noticed Jaskier trying to track the name of the book. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Jaskier recognized the book-- he was fixed on the cover, eyes darting between the flowery title lettering and Geralt's face. Geralt suddenly wasn't sure what the etiquette was-- should he say the title? The poet's name? In a panic, he just started.

"The, uh, the light does funny things to people." He looked up to Jaskier, as if to get assurance. Why did he feel like he was reciting for a teacher? Jaskier smiled, though he didn't respond. It was enough to keep going.

Did he always sweat this much?

"The light does funny things to people. It reflects on tears and laughter the same. It..." Fuck, he was panicking enough to forget how to pronounce these stupid words. "illuminates and re-ju-vin--rejuvenates the soul, both in feel and name." He was losing his confidence. "Yet so much lies beyond the enlightened skin and unkept, wild mane..."

Again, he glanced at Jaskier, who simply nodded for Geralt to continue. He took a breath to steady himself. "It is the image of you that comes 'round to the same. Yes, even in distracting light-" Geralt was all but buried in the book by now, afraid to see Jaskier's reaction. "You and love remain unerringly the same."

Jaskier stared at Geralt, almost unsure what to say. "You like that one?"

Geralt barely lowered the book, just so his eyes could peak over the top of the pages. "Do you like that one?"

Jaskier pressed his lips in amusement. "I daresay I do."

There was a pause. Geralt didn't know what to say. Jaskier watched the light dance in the leaves above them. "What is it you like about that one, Geralt?"

"I like..." His eyes caressed the words again. "I like how light is too many things here. Like, it's good and bad. And..."

He glanced back at Jaskier, then to the forest floor. "I like how you can put 'love' in the poem instead of 'light'. It still works. And it's a more... it's real. Some poets ignore the blood and guts of the world. This one doesn't. There are tears."

Jaskier nodded. "That's very astute, darling. A lot of people don't pick up on that." A pause. "Why did you read this to me?"

"Because-- because it's good. It's how... It's how I feel." He looked to Jaskier again. He didn't seem upset yet. "It's... it's how I feel about you. You look good. In light."

Jaskier's lips quirked. "In love?"

Geralt blushed. He bit the inside of his cheek, angry at his own embarrassment. "I... I don't know how to say it. I thought... if I could read it..." He grunted. "I like this one."

Jaskier finally took pity on him, rushing off the fallen log to wrap Geralt in a hug. "Oh, don't worry, darling, it was perfect." He laughed. "I can speak enough for the both of us, I promise."

Geralt smiled, hugging him tighter. Perfect.

Geralt, determined to confess his love to Jaskier, decides the best way to do it is through poetry—after all, it's what Jaskier loves most.

The only problem? Geralt isn't exactly gifted with words. So, the witcher turns to a book he picked up in Oxenfurt, hoping its verses will speak for him.

The book, penned by the poet J.A. Pankratz, might just help him say what his heart cannot

[aliciavance4228]

Reading Crown of Serpents so you don't have to *sighs*

Chapter One

This book is written at the third person from different points of view. In the first chapter we get introduced to Agapetos (Seriously?!) who is a member of a captain' crew. Apparently these men are acting like middle grade bullies to the point where their captain gave up playing the teacher intervening in their disputes. Fortunately our Agapetos is a massive greek without the r, so he hasn't left anyone with a missing eye nor a broken leg yet. 👍 He's also poor, so he decided to go on this dangerous mission for his sister despite of barely having any warrior skills in order pay her dowry. Him and another guy named Damon Salvatore try to catch Medusa, but she is introduced like some sort of an anime ultimate villain who kills the shit out of them two along with some other dozens of men.

Chapter Two

We get to see a conversation between Perseus with his mother before being sent to kill Medusa and oh, well...

First of all: this is the most american portrayal of a balkan family conflict I've ever seen and Danaë is depicted as this over-emotional western mom with no backbone. I'm wondering how did she manage to hide Perseus for four years in that one tower/bronze chamber if the author views her as this incompetent woman. Also, Perseus is supposed to be a Mama's Boy yet he thinks of his mother as thick-headed. In a more realistic situation Perseus would've been beaten with the slipper already.

Perseus suspects that Polydectes holds the members of the families who don't pay him regularly in some sort of a sado-maso dungeon, and the reason why Perseus and Danaë don't have the money this time is because Danaë was beaten and robbed by bandits while her son was fishing outside. I wish I was jocking. Now, I don't want to offend anyone, but in my experience this is the average reaction of a balkan woman when you enter her house uninvited:

Dictys is here as well and acting as the father-figure for Perseus he never had since Zeus went out to get the milk. But his wife died in childbirth, so no Clymene or cute old couple around. BOOOO! Danaë avoided telling Perseus who is his real father, but found no problem in explaining to him how he was conceived, because this was of coursly more understandable. Perseus hates Acrisius and wants to kill him just like any other edgy BookTok male main character.

Perseus enters Polydectes' palace, and I cannot help but think about this:

"Unless his best friend Kleos, he had no desire to be a hero." No shit dude, almost no hero from Greek Mythology achieved their greatest deeds with the intention of becoming heroes. Also, besides Cadmus there weren't really too many heroes around anyway. Also also, if your best friend's name is Glory and one of your crew members is called Beloved then I suggest you finding partnership in people who don't feel like imaginary friends whom you chose the names for in the last second.

Perseus is directly summoned by Polydectes in his sado-maso chamber to have a private discussion with him, and I quess this was the moment when Polydectes tells Perseus that he will pay generosly the person who will manage to kill Medusa. He doesn't trick him nor requests her head as a wedding gift, but simply convinces him to do that due to the fact that dude was too broken to pay his taxes and he would've asked for his mother's kant as a substitute for them otherwise. At this point Polydectes is just a 2D cartoonish villain instead of an actual menace to this family. Boring!

Chapter Three

Medusa's POV:

Respectfully woman, you're the daughter of two sea deities. This is what happens when you turn Poseidon into a rapist instead of letting him be the OG Monsterfucker who would do anything to get the medussy. At this point a Poseidon×Medusa retelling could've actually been something revolutionary.

She was Athena’s priestess in the past. Nothing original or new or accurate here. "Reduced to a monster with scaled skin [still has an Angelina Jolie face], praying the mortals was the only was she could repay the gods for what they have done to her." Translation: Monsters still have to be conventionally attractive in order to receive any ounce of basic human empathy, and a woman cannot hunt men for sport unless she has a tragic background story, not because she's evil and bored. "Oh look, this conventionally attractive woman has snakes in her hair and scales?! Hahaha, she's so ugly! Hahaha, she looks like a lesbian!" She also has no sisters, because of fricking course!

Medusa pretends to be a helpless woman about to get drown in order to fool the crew of a ship and "rescue her" (aaand eventually plan to take advantage of her...), when this was in fact her entire plan this whole time. If those men wouldn't have collectively shared one braincell together then this is what could've happened: The End

But nope! There are still 57 more chapter to dissect here. *sighs*

Just in case you needed more confirmation that the author was a coward. The men on the ship are portrayed as complete brutes in this chapter, and the captain has to call her a bitch in order to show that he's a product of the Patriarchy who views women as nothing more but objects for sex. Eventually our slay queen Medusa kills all of them flawlessly like any generic girlboss.

Chapter Four

Okay, so in this chapter Perseus finally talks to Polydectes, and... Yup, he's actually a 2D cartoonish villain! Oh, and do you remember Glory, AKA Perseus' OC friend? His father is rich af, yet this guy never considered nor bothered giving Perseus his money for one reason or another in order to help him. Shitty bastard!

Apparently Polydectes already has a bunch of women and wants Danaë to be part of his Harem as well. Dude doesn't even try to be subtle about it:

By the way, do you guys know what does this reminds me of?

No fake wedding, no real wedding, no trickstery, not trying to gain Perseus' trust before betraying him, just straight-up "Your mom." But what makes this chapter truly dumb is that Perseus offers himself to hunt Medusa and gave her head to the king, despite the fact that this man didn't even proposed that to him in the first place.

Oh, and he also gives him a crew and a ship, despite the fact that Perseus initially refused his offer 'cause he's a real man n' stuff, you know? At this point you make the OG mythological Perseus look like a genius.

Chapter Five

Remember Agapetos? Now we're meeting his sister, Chrysanthe, who sees her brother's corpse in what is supposed to be a dramatic scene. For now I can tell that she's quite an unpredictable character. At the beginning of the chapter it is mentioned that she would sell her body to the fishermen from the area just so that her brother could have money, and now she wants to kill Medusa for what she did to him. Not gonna lie, I'm actually more invested in the story of this OC character, rather than the romance between Perseus and Medusa (🤢🤮).

Chapter Six

I beg the author to stop portraying Danaë as an incompetent human being for once. Cooking isn't a feminine nor a masculine thing, it's a basic surviving skill.

"Dictys was stubborn as a mule — a trait that probably ran in the family, even though they weren't technically related." You two are literally cousins via your fathers, lmao!

Unfortunately, we will never find the answer because the writer killed Clymene off-screen instead of giving Perseus a grandma.

Perseus tells Dictys that he decided to slay Medusa, to which the man logically points out that nobody managed to kill her and that he's an idiot for that. Apparently Danaë is too busy with cooking, so she is only mentioned in this very relevant key-moment from the novel. I swear, being Perseus' mother is this woman's entire personality!

Eh, at least we got this cute fragment. I can't believe that but the author actually cooked with these lines:

Chapter Seven

Athena is currently held accountable by Zeus, on the grounds that because of her a dangerous monster became a menace to a whole ass island. I'm sorry but... why would Zeus care so much about it? Dude would literally allow his wife to destroy Troy later despite of being his favourite city.

Did you know that Athena is actually dumb and useless whereas Medusa is the ultimate slay queen girlboss? Now you know!

Athena now tries to justify her decision, and Aphrodite of coursly cannot help but think of the dick since she's the goddess of sex. Also, pretty much every greek god has exactly one personality trait; this is a Percy Jackson fanfiction. Apparently Athena considers that Medusa's existence will eventually lead to the rise of a new hero and that's why she cursed her in the first place. Now this is one hell of an insufferable older sister!

Chapter Eight

Now we have to learn more about Perseus' OC friend who will accompany him throughout his journey instead of giving him money from the beginning, Yay!

"Adamantios was among the wealthiest men in Seriphos, and Kleos was his only son and heir, much to his father’s disappointment."

Understandable.

"Kleos, however, was a restless spirit and would never sit still during his lessons, be it algebra or philosophy. He squandered his allowance on wine, women, and gambling..."

Let's see if I got this correctly: he's uneducated, a drunkard, a manwhore and wastes his money on slots. Also, friendly reminder that this is supposed to be Andromeda's future boyfriend, yet people are still deranged when they find out that Perseus married her the moment he rescued her and claim that he only views her as a prize.

Perseus meets his crew, and it's quite frustrating knowing that all these men are following him purely because they were payed by Polydectes to do so, and they mutually hate Perseus knowing that they risk to die because of him. I can't believe that I have to say this but Ovid did an infinitely better job at giving Perseus a bunch of friends who willingly fought and died for him.

Kleos paused on the doorstep. “There is one thing I don’t understand, Perseus. You always said you didn’t want to be a hero. You’ve only laughed when I fantasised about the monsters we could slay together, the battles we could win… so, why did you tell Polydectes you’d kill the gorgon?” Perseus frowned, not understanding what his friend was getting at. “To settle my debt…” “But there would have been other ways to pay for the tithe. Why didn’t you come to me? I would have gladly given you the money."

This is the exact same shit I'm constantly talking about in this post, ARRRGHHH! Anyway, the reason why Perseus never asked him for money is because he fears that his rich ass father might disown him for that, and he cares too much about his best friend and has dignity uWu- BITCH! Can you even afford dignity considering how poor you are?!

So far Perseus' motivations barely make any sense.

Chapter Nine

Medusa visits the city disguised and enters a tavern. During this time she's thinking about her former life as a priestess (Ugh!), how she was punished by the gods (Bleh!) and how now she's a lonely and hated monster (Still has an Angelina Jolie face...). Inside that tavern a bunch of drunk men assault the barmaid and intend to rape her, but our slay queen Medusa kills all of them.

By the way, how is it that every single man Medusa encounters happens to be a piece of shit, whereas every single woman she encounters happens to be a Rape/SA victim in one way or another? It doesn't happen once or twice, but every single fucking time. Also, the idea of a mythological figure hunting rapists in the Bronze Age is... questionable at best.

Chapter Ten

The ship crew call Perseus "Sir". This is an english formal adress that derives from french and was first documented in 1297. So about 2600 years after Perseus' times.

Athena appears all of the sudden in front of Perseus and tells him that he's the son of Zeus:

"Perseus almost laughed at Athena. The goddess had descended to assist him in becoming a testament to Olympian might. It took all his willpower not to curse Zeus’s name — his father’s name. He was the offspring of the king of the gods, the most powerful being in existence. Perseus’s stomach churned. That explained the electric fire that coursed through him in moments of unbridled rage."

Wait, are you going to tell me that Perseus has super powers now like the demigods from Percy Jackson and that you weren't just using the exact same metaphor in order to describe his emotions this entire time? Booooooooooo...

Anyway, Athena gives Perseus the magical weapons he needs in order to slay Medusa, then leaves. You would think that this would be a way more emotional moment given the fact that Perseus is supposed to meet his half-siblings, but Athena pulls out this Archangel Gabriel persona and tells Perseus that his father is Zeus and expects him to have an "Okay!" type of reaction in the same way Gabriel told Mary that she'll become the mother of Jesus. Hermes doesn't even show off, so Athena gave to Perseus the sandals in his place:

“Finally, Hermes borrows you his winged sandals, swift as the wind, to escape Medusa’s wrath. Use these wisely, and victory is yours. Hesitate, and tragedy awaits.” *doesn't bother to explain to him what strategy he should use in the first place and leaves*

This chapter has only four pages, by the way. You would believe that such a significant moment deserves more attention, but NOPE!

Honestly guys, I'm getting tired at this point and I haven't even reached the worst parts. So let me know if you want me to continue this journey and tell you guys what happens in the future reblogs! 👍

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Milk Hair Scare Thilk Pair Share

For: @roundaboutnow @staira and Fuyu_FoxWriter

Of course one day Danny looking nearly identical in both forms was going to cause problems, especially when his dad goes and turns very much human-to-his-dad’s-knowledge Danny’s hair white. At least Danny manages to technically keep his secret? Even if Phantom’s ‘a Fenton’ now.

“Danny-boy! Catch!”.

Danny jerks at the table, dropping his cereal spoon and attempting to catch the weird metal pole thing his dad just threw at him. It bounces off of his fingers a couple of times and winds up in the cereal… because of course it does. Danny grabbing it out with two fingers and holding it up, watching milk dripping off of it before eyeing his dad, who’s hiding around the corner slightly. Danny glaring a little, for dad to be ‘hiding’ like that, “dad, stop using me to test for things reactions to ecto-contamination”.

Dad just eyes the pole thing before popping out from behind the wall laughing and grinning, “nonsense! It’s the easiest way and you know I only do it with stuff that’s supposed to be harmless!”.

“Still!”, Danny sighing and grumbling, “and now my cereal is wrecked”.

Dad scratching his head, “oh yeah, I probably wouldn’t drink that now. I don’t think the Powder Purity Puffer is water proof”.

“The what?”, Danny quirking an eyebrow, “um, what is it supposed to do?”. Purify ghosts out of existence? Purify ecto-contamination? Turn ghost ecto-blasts into powder? And what about this thing ‘puffs’?

“Oh nothing much! It’s a powdered version of the Fenton de-glow spray”.

“Then why isn’t it called de-glow powder?”.

Dad smirking, “the ghosts would expect that”. Danny thinks the ghosts don’t pay any attention to the names of his parents creations, all he was doing was confusing the people who live here… and anyone attempting to buy anything from them online. The online store was an utter nightmare. His dad nodding to himself, “and it should do more than that, getting rid of the less human-looking aspects of the ghost! That way we could totally figure out who the ghost used to be!”, tilting his head, “Vladdie brought up a good idea that eventually someone in this town was probably going to die and become a ghost. You know, because there’s so much latent ecto in the air!”.

Oh so Vlad was to blame for wrecking his cereal? Great. “So what? It’ll give them normal skin tones? Make fire hair not on fire? Jazz would say that would probably be traumatizing, or whatever, for the ghost”.

Dad waving him off, “oh pfft, you can’t traumatize a ghost, that’s just silly!”.

Danny just glares a little more before letting his dad take the pole thing, and getting up to dump out his cereal. Of course the sink literally pops out of the counter, sending his cereal bowl flying and onto his head, Danny glaring at the spring that’s attached to the bottom of the sink while the sink just bounces around midair, “why is the sink on a spring?”.

Dad laughing as he walks over, “ah sorry ‘bout that! The garbage disposal was having issues with breaking apart that pie that got contaminated, so figured I’d sup it up! The spring is for added tension”, grabbing the still slightly bouncing sink and forcing it back down and into the counter, “worked like a charm but looks like I’m gonna have to reinforce the counter!”.

“Yeah…”. Guess Danny’s not using the sink or garbage disposal for a while. Ugh. Grabbing the bowl off of his head and glaring at the few pieces of marshmallow still in it. You know… he’s hair doesn’t feel wet actually. Cautiously thumbing his fingers on some of his hair and eyeing his fingers, the milk got powderized! Blinking, “the milk turned to powder!”. Great, his dad made another thing that affects food. If it was safe to eat this could actually be really good for rations though.

Dad laughing, “neat! Let me sample that! Don’t wash it off!”.

Danny sighing as his dad runs off, putting his hands on his hips, “at least see if it’s still safe to eat! Could make better Fenton Rations! Ghost invasion survival supplies!”. Dad always needed a ghost related reason to motivate him properly.

Dad shouting up from the lab, “GOOD IDEA! DANNY! THEN THE SPOOKS WILL UNDERESTIMATE HOW LONG WE CAN LAST FOR! HA!”.

Danny just shakes his head as his mom pops in, “Danny have you- Phantom! What are you doing in here you spectral menace! Get out of my son’s clothes!”; and mom has a gun drawn at him, firing immediately.

Danny ducking and scrambling under the table, the shot feeling like it slightly singed his hair, “mom what the heck! I’m not a ghost!”.

She bends down, gun still pointed at him, him scowling and gesturing with his hands exaggeratedly, “do I look like I’m glowing and floating! And I get enough of the Phantom accusations from Wes!”.

She blinks at him, “oh that is true-”, then narrowing her eyes, “you could have stole our de-glow spray! Do not take me for a fool”.

“Oh my zone! Stop!”. This is totally because of the milk powder in his hair isn’t it? Ugh. He knows dad will be a little bummed but he’d rather not get shot! So he shakes his head like a wet dog, making a small cloud of white powder, “it’s powder! My hair is not white!”.

“A likely excuse!”.

“No it’s not!”.

“DANNY I’VE GOT THE SAMPLE KIT- hey where’d you go? IS THERE A GHOST UNDER THE TABLE!”.

“Dad make her stop!”.

Danny glaring at his dad as the man gets onto the ground to stare under at him. The man looks surprised then confused, “you’re hair’s white!”.

“The powder’s white! It was milk!”.

Dad blinking, “oh yeah good point”, and thankfully puts a hands on mom’s gun, laughing awkwardly, “that’s definitely Danny, Mads. Same clothing that he was just wearing and everything. The sink did dump a thing of powderized milk on his head”, beaming a little, “the Powder Purity Puffer can powderize milk apparently!”, titling his head, “can’t wait to see what else it can do that to”.

Mom looking to dad while gesturing a hand at Danny, “if that was just powder, Jack, it would still be black just with a layer of white, like really terrible dandruff”.

Dad blinking, “huh”, and eyes Danny curiously.

Oh shit, it wasn’t just the white powder. Great. He makes a point to grab at his hair, move it in front of his eyes some, and look confused by it, “huh?”.

His dad scratching his head before looking around at the shook off powder mess, “well that’s definitely the same milk powder, too bad it’s got floor and under table gunk on it now”.

“Mom was trying to shoot me!”.

Dad laughing awkwardly, “yeah I guess that’s fair”, and holds up the sample kit.

Danny glaring and sighing, just sitting cross legged in the floor, still under the table, putting an elbow on a knee and his chin in his hand, “yeah yeah, sample away”.

Dad beaming, looking at mom quickly, “see? That’s definitely our Danno, no way any spook would let a Fenton take samples willingly”, then crawls half under the table with Danny, having to lay on his stomach, and just starts taking hair and powder samples.

Mom frowning a little before retracting her gun, “sorry sweetie, but minus the glow, your hair does look just like Phantom’s”.

Danny rolling his eyes, “it’s fine”. It’s not like he wasn’t used to them shooting at him, she missed that’s what mattered. But come on, he’s wearing his clothing, the powder stuff is obviously something, he’s not glowing, and his eyes are -hopefully- blue! It should be obvious that he’s not Phantom… even if he actually is Phantom.

His dad wiggling himself back and out from under the table is honestly too silly not to laugh at, the beaming, “thanks son! Now I’m gonna go check this stuff out. I wonder if it’ll still have the same molecular structure as milk! Did any of your contamination get in! Did it make your hair white because it’s white!?! So many questions!”, and he bolts off down to the lab.

Mom smiling fondly and shaking her head before making come here motions at Danny, “alright you, get out from under there and I’ll see what I can do about your hair”.

Danny pretty desperately wants it to simply wash out, but with his luck? HA. Not gonna happen. Either way he does crawl out, stretching his back out as he stands back up right; then giving his head another good shake, you know, just in case.

His mom shaking her head at him a little, “you’re making a mess”.

He just kinda shrugs at her before grabbing a mixing bowl to fill up with water and try to wash all this stuff out. Dunking his head in and jumping a little when mom starts helping; he’s honestly a little surprised she didn’t go down to the lab but well, his parents could be decent parents sometimes. Him stilling when she hums, “well it’s not coming out or fading”. Oh fuck him entirely.

“HA! WOW!”. His dad throws the lab door open, resulting in Danny jerking his head back and out of the water; sending water splashing everywhere and making his mom yelp a little. Dad laughing, “oh sorry about the scare!”.

Danny glaring at him a little with dripping soaking wet and definitely still white hair based on the few pieces in front of his eyes. Danny blinking, “let me guess, my hair molecules, or whatever, have been messed with?”.

Dad scratching his head, “haha, yeah. Looks like the compounds interact a little too well with Kretin specifically?”, glancing around awkwardly, “nothing short of complete follicle regeneration therapy will reverse it, I think”,

“Oh gee thanks dad”.

“Jack”.

Dad puts his hands up, “hey in my defence, it was only supposed to change ghost’s colours, the colour of layers of ectoplasm”.

Danny crossing his arms, “you literally threw it at me to see if it would react to me”.

“And it didn’t! It reacted to the milk, all that calcium and vitamin d interfered with it”, dad snapping his fingers, “oh and definitely not edible”.

Danny shaking his head a little before running a hand through his hair, fingering it a bit, “so is it gonna grow out or?”; he is not shaving his head, partly because his hair literally has not grown at all since the whole dying thing. He refuses to spend the rest of his days bald, that or his hair will instantly regrow which he absolutely could not explain. But also because he seriously doubts he’s look good rocking a Mr. Lancer cut/shave. His dad just starts looking around like he’s trying to pretend Danny never even asked. Danny sighing, “alright. Cool. Guess Wes is just going to follow me around screaming and pointing at my hair for, like, a week”.

His mom starts drying his hair off with a towel, “as if you haven’t been actively encouraging that boy”, her frowning and humming a little, “though I would have definitely preferred any other colour. This is… far too similar to Phantom”.

Dad scratching his head, “yeah I thought the colour was because of the milk but nope!”, scratching his head, “the Powder Purity Puff is supposed to make ghosts look like their human self, so maybe it does the opposite with a human?”.

Danny would like to leave this conversation now! Instead he’s stuck here nervously wringing out a half damp towel, while his parents basically play hopscotch onto and off of his secret identity.

“That’s practically saying Danny would actually look just like Phantom, Jack. Ghosts just don’t look that similar”.

“A doppelgänger thing maybe?”.

“Ghost siblings often don’t even share skin colour, nonetheless hair colour”.

“Maybe Phantom did copy Danny boy?”.

“We’ve disproven that around eight times. Its form is much to consistent to be mere copying. It could be pure chance but that seems so odd”.

“Maybe Phantom used to have black hair?”.

“We can’t know that for sure, and I’m positive ghosts aren’t simply coloured the opposite of when they were alive. Otherwise Phantom would have died in a black and white jumpsuit”.

“Ghosts can have good fashion sense can’t they? Danny-boys suit is black and white too to go with his skin after all!”.

Oh Ancients, abort! Abort! Abort! He never ever brought up his ‘missing’ suit for a reason! Especially because both of them just… stop and start staring at him.

His dad tilting his head after a while, “come to think of it, hasn’t yours been missing for a while?”.

Fuck! Shit! Danny blinks owlishly, “uhhh, yes?”. Oh how is he supposed to deal with this! Obviously he has to get them off of his jumpsuit, there is no world in which he can actually explain that. The conversation of his hair… well he’s apparently stuck with it so no point trying to avoid ‘Danny Fenton has white hair now’ conversation.

Mom narrows her eyes a little at him, glancing up and down him and Danny is positive she’s trying to imagine him wearing his jumpsuit. He is so seriously hoping she forgot exactly how the thing looked! Then his dad smacks one fist into his other hand, “maybe Phantom stole it!”.

Mom looking at him like he’s lost it a little, “why would It do that, Jack? They’re lined with anti-ecto materials and ghosts tend to be pretty attached to their natural outer ectoplasmic layers. One covering theirs up with a hunters anti-ecto jumpsuit would be boarder-line suicidal and wildly abnormal, even if Phantom is a bizarre one”.

Oh Danny absolutely was very attached to his jumpsuit, even the idea of wearing a shirt over it rubs him the wrong way a little… unless it was for a good joke or was somehow helpful.

Dad grinning, “maybe Phantom just thinks they’re super cool, they are after all”.

“I really doubt that, hon”, her then going back to eyeing Danny, who is majorly struggling to not look extremely nervous and thus extremely suspicious. “You know, I could never tell with how dark your hair is- was, that you had that little messy swirl on the back of your head, or that your short sides looked that kinked and frizzy”.

Dad frowning slightly, “oh yeah, I see it… that’s also just like Phantom”.

Danny wants to cry a little, “wh-what? Really? Pfft, that’s crazy. Super bizarre coincidence”, and gives a little broken half laugh. He is so screwed here.

They stare at him and he stares owlishly back. What can he even say here? The Phantom stole his face thing was firmly disproven. His folks wouldn’t believe for a second that Phantom just happened to come into existence right next to him and that’s why they look a like; he tried that. Trying to spin something were Danny being near the portal when it was made left an impression on the ecto and just magically poofed Phantom into existence, wouldn’t work for shit; they still didn’t believe in the idea of Ancients and Zone native species, even though they’ve meet many of them. Could claim he was originally a twin and the twin just died before his mom ever got those ultra sound thingies? But knowing his mom she might have ultrasounded herself as soon as she knew, or maybe a dying fetus would leave lingering ecto for a little while, ecto his parents would have picked up on. Him getting caught lying would just make this actively worse. Cloning? He has actually been cloned but who the heck would have cloned fully human fourteen year old him? Like nowadays they’d buy someone cloning him due to his contamination… or just Vlad being creepy, in his mom’s case. But back then? Absolutely not.

Wait, back when he fucked up the time line ‘cause of Vlad’s dumbass -seriously, if the man had just legitimately asked for help, Danny would have helped. He doesn’t hate Vlad enough to want him dead dead via wildly unpleasant via ecto-acne. If Vlad fully dies Danny wants it to be purely because of the guys own personal fuck up- his parents pretty damn quickly believed he was their alternate timeline son. So… arguably, this timelines them could believe the same? And unless they somehow tracked down ClockWork, and believed they really were effectively the god of time, and asked them if this was true instead of shooting at them, and ClockWork actually answered them honestly, they would never be able to prove this shit wrong. Which, obviously all of that was never going to happen.

His mom puts her hands on her hips, “Danny is there something you need to tell us?”.

His dad nodding a little, “did you, like, make Phantom or something? Cool! But bad. Don’t secretly make ghosts”.

She glances at his dad, “I’m fairly certain that wouldn’t be possible, especially at fourteen”.

Ugh. Ah. Fuck. Nervously blurting out, “he’s from an alternate timeline where everyone in Amity died because of all the ghosts problems and the ghost armies thing and getting laid siege to and really didn’t like that and the zone can fuck with time and shit and now he’s here and totally definitely doesn’t want Amity blown up again because of ghosts and maybe sure yeah he totally took the jumpsuit cause of reminding of family and shit being a sentimental dumbass for like mass death trauma or something I don’t know and I might have tied him up one time and questioned the answers out of him because yeah the similarities are really goddamn weird oh my god he breaks into the house all the time to just kinda be here and like no one has ever claimed he’s smart C minus student at best which you know kinda tracks with me so like yeah”; and then wheezes.

He… he could have done better than that, but he panicked okay! And shit! He’s pretty sure he went way past what the human lung capacity can tolerate. Should he pretend to pass out?!? Shit no they might use that as an excuse to run tests on him or something, or they’ll come up with more of their own ideas that would be oh so much worse. So instead he just… wheezes a little bit more.

His dad blinks, “wow son, you got your old man’s lungs I guess”, then shakes his head out almost violently, “so… alternate timeline you? Where everyone died? What?”; and he blinks harshly again, looking dumbfounded. Which hey! Danny’s fine with that! If just confusing and shocking them gets them off of thinking this Danny specifically is Phantom then yay! His dad going wide eyed, “you tortured information out of a ghost! That’s awesome!”, the furrowing his brows, “but- wait. Not awesome? What?”. Oh no is Danny gonna give his dad an aneurism or something? Why was ‘hey Phantom is technically your other time line son’ so much easier to tell them in a different time line! Ugh!

Mom’s hand twitches a little before she brings them both up to her chest and leans forwards at him a little, “Phantom told you all that and you… believed it?”, humming and frowning, “I’ll admit, making up a lie like that would seem to be beyond a ghosts mental capacities. And alternate timelines are not only feasible but likely, as is them being connected to the Ghost Zone. So it’s not outlandish. But still”.

Danny blinks once, “uhhhh, his thumb print works on the portal lock?”. Either he is digging himself out of a hole or aggressively deeper into one, there is no in between.

His dad looks absolutely blown away while his mom stammers a little, “i-it does? And you didn’t mention this why?”.

The Zone does he say to that? “Uh, er, I’m, uh, I wasn’t super cool with mentioning that maybe leading to me coming home to a sorta me on a dissection table because I’m sure that would probably give me some very weird nightmares that I would very much like to avoid and y'all would definitely totally for sure feel super bad about breaking your own kind other world kid down molecule by molecule and Jazz would call that traumatic for everybody”; this time he forces himself to shut up, because he absolutely does not want to just go and dump his ‘dissection paranoia’ in his folks right here and now; maybe not ever actually holy shit.

His mom actually softens at that, “oh sweetie, we haven’t been interested in doing that to Phantom for a while now”.

His dad giving a truly pained and awkward laugh that’s closer to a wheeze, “the town does, uh, need the, er spook”, blinking, “but you’re for sure right”.

Mom frowning and nodding a little, looking to dad, “if Phantom really is our boy- other us’s boy, then yes. I doubt I could recovering from doing… that”. Dad just nodding immediately and vigorously.

Danny actually kinda wants to vomit out of sheer relief… and anxiety, mostly anxiety. Them just being concerned instead of angry actually just makes him feel guilty on top of nauseous. He is absolutely not backtracking shit all now though. Absolutely not. He is in too deep to this bullshit to yank on the bulls reigns and change course. He’s locked in on this dumbass idea now. Never back down never give up. Oh wait nope, yeah, yeah no, yeah… he’s almost definitely going to vomit here. Oh Ancients. If he fucking keels over and vomits he’s gonna worry them so nope, naw, swallow and bear it self, swallow and bear it.

Mom sighing at his dad before looking back to Danny, “so… Phantom came here, from another timeline, to… protect this Amity Park from getting destroyed by ghosts?”, humming and tapping her chin, staring at the floor, “perhaps the circumstances of Phantom’s death resulted in an Obsession focused around ensuring the survival of Amity Park?”.

Danny tries not to flinch at his Obsession getting wildly mislabeled, but eh, that was kinda? close? to protection? He’s absolutely not outing his Obsession properly, even thinking about that is making the nausea actively worse.

His dad humming to but looking up at the ceiling instead, “that’s be a pretty wide range Obsession, oh whatever”, snapping his head back down to Danny, “so, you believe the spook huh?”.

His dad doesn’t look mad, so he feels perfectly okay-ish saying, “uh, yeah? Yes”.

His dad nods really firmly at him actually before smacking a fist in palm again, “well if my boy believes it then so do I! And! There’s sorta kinda proof! And it explains so much”, gesturing a little ridiculously, “why the ghost is even in Amity so much! Being a sorta hunter because of course a Fenton fights ghosts! The weird familiarity with our tech! And that weird one time the spook called me dad!”. Ah fuck, he thought his dad had never actually noticed any of his little early days slip ups. Ugh.

Mom looking to his dad judgingly, “Phantom called you dad? And you didn’t question that? Jack!”. To be fair, Danny had also called mom ‘mom’ as Phantom, she just apparently didn’t notice. Huh. Weird. Usually it wasn’t his dad noticing something she completely misses.

Dad shrugs, “what? I just thought it was because I’m so dad shaped, you know?!”.

Mom sighing, “okay well”, looking back to Danny, “so Phantom, is you?”.

“From a different timeline and totally definitely not this one nope Definitely not that would be impossible ha ha his timeline was like totally really screwed think like everybody everybody died and stuff”.

The look she gives him absolutely makes his stomach do aggressive flip flops, but she sighs, “yes I could see if Amity went, all of the actually competent ghost hunters went first, there wouldn’t have been much else the rest of the world could have done against the likes of Vortex or that Pariah ghost”.

Danny wheeze, “ha ha yeah”. It was true though, everyone would have been so screwed.

His dad goes bugged eyed, “he’s an orphaned Fenton! I will not stand for that!”, and just… bolts out the goddamn door.

Is… is he going to try and find Phantom? To what? ADOPT THE GUY! Oh Ancients, yeah no. EuGH. Danny wheezes a little and then, “blegh”, vomit spilling out of his mouth, down his neck and shirt, and onto the floor a little. Maybe this was a bad plan.

His mom jumping a bit and grabbing the semi-dried towel out of his hands to basically clean him off for him. “The powder must have gotten into your system some”, her swallowing, “and I suppose this has become a slightly stressful conversation”, sighing, “I wi- would have liked if you hadn’t lied to us though”.

“Heh”. Danny swallowing harshly after a while, tonguing the gross texture off of his teeth a little, “so, uh, what’s dad doing?”.

“Probably force adopting you. Other you”, she tilts her head, “this is going to get confusing”, blinking, “it’s already confusing”.

Danny glaring and grumbling a little, “welcome to my life then I guess”, muttering quieter, “another me running round playing fisticuffs with stuff straight outta goddamn nightmares”; he’s got to sell this okay? It’s not his fault lots of ghosts look vaguely to highly like nightmare fuel.

… wait, his dad’s probably not even going to come home ‘till he ‘finds Phantom’, that or when he comes home he’ll be super bummed and Danny will feel bad. Whelp, at least he’s decent at duplication now? Right? Ugh, he wants to bash his face off of the table… or throw up again.

Danny sending off a currently invisible duplicate, while his mom rubs her forehead after having disposed of the towel, “how does that ghost have not a single spooky bone in Its- his body if he’s related to hunters? Expert ones at that? And he wasn’t even that good at ghost hunting at first either, how did that happen”; she.. she actually looks genuinely slightly offended.

Danny starts coughing immediately, “um, what? What does that mean?”.

She gives him a bit of a judgemental look, “sweetie, Phantom couldn’t scare a kitten. He faceplants into walls. You’re more capable than him, with him coming from a time full of ghost invasions he should have some skill”.

Well, uh, she is right, but she doesn’t have to be mean about it! “I, uh, I think, it was more running and basic survival than fighting?”.

She throws her hands up a little, “still!”, then furrowing her brows, “though wait, what happened to all the other Amity park citizens turned ghosts? Surely it wasn’t just you? Yes perhaps your contamination makes you more likely to become a ghost, but still”.

Danny absolutely one hundred percent has an excuse for this actually! “There were others but that whole ‘don’t remember their lives clearly’ thing? Phantom remembers just fine. No one else”. He thinks ClockWork did mention that Sam and Tuck become ghosts in Dan’s timeline, but followed normal ghost rules and effectively only had hazy memories of their living time.

His mom frowns a little, muttering, “because of the contamination”, before smiling slightly and eyeing Danny, “well, I think I like that answer actually”. Danny can only cough awkwardly.

Meanwhile… duplicate Danny, in Phantom form of course, finds his dad. Blinking at the man invisibly from around a building. How… how should he even do this? He can’t just approaching him! That would be suspicious. And there’s no ghosts currently for him to run off and fight, with his dad following right behind to confront him dramatically. Maybe he could coax Val into chasing Phantom’s hide around some? Er that would probably result in his dad outing Phantom as being Danny… a different Danny anyways. Val would see through that bullshit so fast, since she actually knew halfa’s existed.

He.. could just pretend? to follow his dad around? Hiding out of sight at the last second but not quite fast enough to avoid being seen? Yeah yeah, let’s go with that. So Danny commences operation ‘Suck at Sneak’, just actively being terrible at being a ghost.

Him sticking his very visible head over roof tops, around light poles, out of dumpsters, a mail box one time; while his dad just sort of… runs around Amity Park? Danny makes a point to look confused and worried, you know, make his dad think he’s concerned about his weird ass behaviour.

Of course his dad notices him all of once, gets over excited, and nearly rams into someone’s car. Danny made sure to pop out no where near any cars the next time, the last thing anyone needed was more money being added to the Fenton Tab.

Danny hiding around a billboard when his dad shouts, “you loved us and the town so much you ripped yourself into another time stream to protect us!”. Oh man he so doesn’t need his dad just shouting that crap around town! Wes was bad enough already and he didn’t need anyone taking that kid seriously.

So Danny pokes his head back out, over the billboard and gives a very awkward, “what do you mean, citizen?!”.

His dad beams like he just won the lottery or something, this… this was not how he imagined this going. Jogging over and huffing a little, “so my boy totally spilled the beans! You’re”, titling his head and laughing a little, “well him! But not him! But also him! But defiantly not him!”; and then scrunches his face up.

Danny making a point to chuckle, “um, don’t hurt yourself?”, shaking his head, “I have no idea what you could possibly mean, citizen”.

“Oh don’t be like that”, and then his dads got a gun out, great. Well, it’s not actually a gun, just the Jack o’ nine tails; Danny… Danny just lets it catch him honestly. He’s giving up.

Danny laying on the ground caught up in the thing, “really? I thought we were past this sort of thing?”.

His dad actually looks happier as he bounds over, “you didn’t even try to avoid it! Because you knew what it was and that it was totally non-harmful!”, tilting his head, “well sorta”, then grinning at Danny again, “you’re coming back to Fenton Works, back home, mister”.

“Uh. What? Why?”, Danny glaring, “is there gonna be an invasion”. Remember self, Phantom shouldn’t know why Jack Fenton wants Phantom to ‘come over’.

“Ha ha! Nope! I simply won’t stand for my kiddo being kinda homeless! Other world-y stuff or not”; and just starts dragging Danny off with him.

Back with original Danny and his mom, the two looking to the door when his dad bars he’s back in, hoisting ‘Phantom’ up like he’s a kitten. Phantom blinking, “I have so many questions”.

Mom puts her hands on her hips, “did you really just let a ghost hunter drag you to their home? ‘Cause, no offence Jack dear, I know Jack didn’t really explain”.

“Eh no worries Mads! But I totally did!”, dad looking to Phantom, “right Phantom-boy”, then frowning, “that doesn’t work nearly as well as Danny-boy, drats”.

Both Phantom and Danny cringe, he fully agrees. Phantom floating slightly away from dad, eyeing mom, “uh, yes?”, then glaring at Danny, “what’d you go telling them for? I told you not to do that, man!”.

“I panicked!”.

“Why?!?”.

Danny glaring at… well at himself really, “why do you think? Or are you blind now?”, and just gestures exaggeratedly at his fucking stupid ass white hair.

“Oh shit did you die?”.

“No!”.

Mom putting her hands on her hips, “language”. Phantom glancing around awkwardly like he was trying to pretend he did nothing wrong. She shakes her head, “an invention just messed with his hair colour, made it like yours and a few too many things click, mister”.

Danny holding up a hand like he’s in class, “like I said, I panicked”.

Phantom pouting, “well you coulda picked something else to say”.

Danny making a point to sound unimpressed, “dude”.

Dad pouting a little right back at Phantom, “but then we wouldn’t know. I have a new, or another however it works, son to embarrass now!”.

Phantom screwing up his face, “Dear Ancients no!”, turning on mom desperately, “please stop him!”.

She quirks an eye at him, “I’ll think about it”, softening a little, “only if you explain why you didn’t just tell us yourself. We’re your parents, surely you’d know we’d accept you, other timeline situation or not”.

Dad holding up a finger, “technically we’re not legally his parents”, and just open mouth grins at them all.

Danny blinking, “oh Vlad will cry”, if his folks actually put in adoption papers, or whatever, for Phantom, ol’ Vladdie will give himself a migraine for sure. Phantom’s grinning matching quickly, “oh my zone, yes”.

Mom shaking her head, “well I have no doubts now”; making both boys blush; or one boy really? Man maintaining a second body like this was legit kinda confusing. Mom looking to his dad, “but yes I suppose we can simply officially adopt Phantom, Vlad is nearly as familiar with ghosts as us, so it’s unlikely he’ll find the idea of alternate timelines bizarre”.

Dad cheering immediately, throwing his hands up, “YES!”. Both Danny’s facepalming and groaning.

Like yes, he doesn’t feel nauseous anymore, or even nervous really, this pretty much couldn’t have gone better. But still! This was just embarrassing!

Phantom smiles a little, before looking awkwardly at mom, “as for the, well, why? I’m a ghost, that’s really all there is to it. You guys hunt ghosts and gives peaches about how evil and dangerous they are and how they can’t possibly ever be trusted and I had no reason. To think you’d actually believe me. It just wasn’t worth the risk, um, sorry?”, and tilts his head a little at her.

Her frowning sadly, “I’m… I’m sorry we made you feel that way. Your previous us or this current us. But I understand, especially because you’re still a kid, were still a kid”. And… and his mom ruffles both him’s hair. Danny just eyeing her with annoyance while Phantom acts nervous and eyeballs her hand. Dad bounding off to do paper work that didn’t involve prototyping for a change. Her humming, “the… glow changes the colour quite a bit up close like this and your hair does move differently”, dropping her hands and giving Danny an apologetic look, “guess accusing you of being Phantom was a little absurd then”.

Phantom looking to Danny and quirking an eyebrow, “really?”. Danny just shrugging back at himself.

Mom giving Phantom a look, “to be fair, technically, you are him, sort of”, her brows furrowing a little, “an impression at least, it’s close enough”.

Phantom wincing a little, because Danny absolutely wants to get across that he so does not like the ‘less than humans’ way his parents saw ghosts. Phantom looking away and glancing around the inside of the house like he was inspecting it, “so, uh? What’s happening with this”, twirling his hand just kind of generally around, “whatever thing, Jack dragged me here for?”.

“THAT’S DAD KIDDO!”.

Phantom wincing again, “not in public!”, then grumbling, “and I’ve kinda gotten used to the first names”.

Mom shaking her head, “well you shouldn’t have. It’s mom and dad. In public too”, and nods curtly to herself, “the town can just believe that we’ve changed our turn on you and decided to take you under our wings as a little hunter, ghosts or no”.

Danny blinks harshly, “Wes is going to loose it so bad”.

Mom scoffing, “oh he can deal with it, it’s a miracle that boy hasn’t given himself a stroke”.

Both Danny and Phantom chuckle and speak in unison, gotta sell the ‘same person but not literally’ thing, “too true”.

His mom blinking before shaking her head, “yeah okay, I guess that’s bound to happen”. Both him’s shrug, hey at least there was no reason to not just… act entirely like himself around his folks as Phantom now though. She eyes Phantom some more, “so tell me, where have you been staying? How have you been replenishing your ecto? You better be doing it enough since I know someone-”, glaring at Danny then looking back to Phantom, “-forgets to eat a lot”.

Danny grumbling to himself incoherently while Phantom fidgets, “oh you know, here and there? Around?”. There was nothing like basically telling your parent that hey! I’m homeless! And also maybe sometimes hiding in your attic/rafters… or ops centre in this case. She doesn’t exactly look impressed. Phantom rubbing his neck, “and Amity has a really solid supply of free floating ecto so”.

She sighs, “now yes, but before? You’ve been here nearly since the portal first opened”. Phantom just shrugs at that. Making her sigh again.

Dad jogging back over, papers in hand, “I’m gonna go give these to V-man!”.

“Jack no, they have to be filed properly, give them here”.

The man pouts a little but does as he’s told, looking at Phantom and Danny, “wow we really should have guessed other time kid a while ago, ha!”. No, not really. Since that was bullshit. Dad tilting his head at Phantom, “did you know where our portal was going to open so that’s how you showed up so fast? Did it open to the same spot in your timeline!”; he looks a little jazzed by the entire idea.

Phantom just nods rapidly, pretty sure there was no other way he could possibly explain it.

Dad grinning a little more, “oh man I can’t wait to hear more about your timeline, what kind of cool stuff we came up with!”. Mom shaking her head at him then looking at the Danny’s, “it might actually be good if you know what, well, what your us’s did to combat the stronger ghosts, ghost invasions, what did and clearly didn’t work”, and smiles a little sadly at Phantom specifically.

Phantom speaking monotoned, because why the heck would he liked to talk about how ‘things went wrong’ or be even reminded of that? “Amity didn’t last long enough to see singular really strong ghosts. Skulker, Desiree, Spectra, Aragon, those vulture guys; are a lot more dangerous that you guys give them credit for”, frowning, “and the FrightKnight, Pariah, they weren't survival-able”, rubbing his neck and muttering, “still surprised I survived that”.

Really, Skulker was pretty much only ‘non-dangerous’ because he focused all his time in Amity on Danny, the guy spent his entire life and death hunting, trapping, and killing/ending things. Desiree nearly destroyed Amity as it was and only stayed away cause she didn’t like Danny. Spectra also hated Danny now, and he doesn’t want to know where every teenager being severely depressed would have ended up. Aragon would actively still be a major threat if it wasn’t for Dora. And Vlad’s vultures goal from the start had been to literally kill his dad, they only stopped because Vlad discovered Danny’s halfa status. The FrightKnighr Danny mostly beat by dumb luck, nowadays it was strength too but eh. And Pariah… Danny really shouldn’t have remotely vaguely won that shit. He wouldn’t be surprised if ClockWork had twisted things around for him or something.

Mom frowns, “you didn’t expect to win?”.

Phantom fiddling with his fingers while Danny shakes his head at his mom, “it was a very very stupid suicide mission”. He had told his friends he’d be fine, but uh, yeah no he wasn’t stupid. Nowadays he’s got the kind of power to kick just about anything’s ass at least, a round two against Pariah would still be awful and only vaguely survivable.

Both of his parents, unsurprisingly, yelling, “Phantom!”, chastisingly. Mom shaking her head, frowning at him, “was that situation really that bad”, sighing, “I know we didn’t really have much of a plan at the time but surely-”.

“Pariah is borderline the strongest ghost in existence a thirty on the ecto scale with a death toll well into the trillions Amity was a mild annoyance and just a stepping stone to him there’s nothing you could’ve made or done nothing anyone really could have even the ghosts are terrified of that guy for a reason the ghosts literally in mass locked him in a coma just to save their own existences and they’re way more durable and strong than living folks”. He… honestly sometimes still had nightmares about what that man could have done.

Danny covering Phantom’s mouth to ‘stop’ him rambling, really sell how bad things could’ve been or gotten and were. Danny eyeing his parents awkwardly, “people who don’t need to breath can ramble for hours”, and has Phantom glare at Danny, before floating back away from the hand and sticking out his tongue at Danny. Lightening the mood? Check. Hopefully.

They both stare, mom licking her lips a little, “how did you survive”. Dad scratching his head very stiffly, “glad you did tho”; mom nodding immediately.

Phantom blinking owlishly, “uh, mix of other ghosts helping, like Skulker and such, luck, the whole stealing your strength enhancing suit since that didn’t exist in my time, and maybe the concept of time playing favourites?”.

Both of them blink and say, “the concept of time?”.

Danny chuckling a little, “this guy who controls the fabric of time keeps an eye on Phantom and has a soft spot for him”.

Phantom rubbing his neck, “to be fair, I am totally in the wrong time stream sooooo”. Dan was literally ClockWork’s ‘responsibility’ because of the same thing after all, so technically if this bullshit was actually true then ClockWork would be keeping an eye on another timeline Danny.

Dad tapping his chin, “well I suppose there would be a ghost with a thing for time, since the zone can connect to different times”, shaking his head, “must be a powerful fella”.

Phantom grumbling, “yeah you try fighting someone who can make you stop moving or undo your movements”. Danny isn’t remotely surprised Phantom gets whacked one, honestly the only reason ClockWork didn’t whack the real Danny was probably because it would mess something up. That something probably being this entire lie thing. Phantom spinning around in the air and rubbing his head, “hey ow! You jerk!”.

Phantom continuing to grumble at thin air while his folks eye Danny expectantly, at least they’ve seemed to just assume Danny knows Phantom well without questioning that, “like I said, keeps an eye on him”. His dad lifting up a gun and giving him a little ‘please?’ smile. “Dad no. No fighting concepts”.

Dad gesturing at Phantom, whining a little, “but he fights so called ‘concepts’?!”.

Phantom spinning back around and blinking, “but I’m already dead”. Dad just waving him off like that doesn’t even matter. “Please don’t, Ja- uh dad?”.

Annnnnnd yup! That totally works to distract the man. Dad beaming, “dad is right, Phanny!”, frowning, “that doesn’t work either”. Everyone had cringed. “P-boy?”.

That gets everyone shouting, “NO!”.

“Phant-o?”.

Danny shrugging, “that’s… better”. Phantom scratching his hair, “sounds like Fanta with an o, but I guess?”.

“Phant-o it is then!”.

Both Danny’s just groan.

Mom shaking her head before moving to grab Phantom’s wrist, “anyways, let’s get you a room set up”, eyeing said wrist, “and maybe you can explain how you inverted this Danny’s jumpsuit and made it safe for you to wear”.

Phantom blinking nervously, “what oh you don’t need to-”.

Mom glaring a little and basically tugging the ghost through the air to the stairs, “don’t even think about refusing, our kids live under our roof, and we expect you to at least be here for supper every day, and I will expect an explanation if you’re not”.

Danny laughing at the groaning Phantom while following them up, dad bounding after, Danny smirking, “just accept it, man. You know as well as I do, literally, there’s no point”. But how the heck is he going to maintain this! He’s going to have to spend so much time ‘supporting’ a duplicate. If this was years ago he’d be so screwed.

Phantom grumbling incoherently for a bit but does help get the spare rooms door unjammed, “boo”, sighing a little, “and, uh, mom, I just… pushed my energy into the suit and it worked, same as I did with the thermos and other random Fenton Tech”.

Dad vibrates a little, “you have Fenton Tech specific powers! So cool!”. Oh man there is no world where that’s not an embarrassing idea, he’s pretty sure that’s not the case either. Danny groaning and Phantom blushing furiously.

Phantom coughing, pointing at Danny, “is he stuck like that?”.

Danny flips Phantom off when his folks aren’t looking. Dad laughing awkwardly while starting to shove stuff around, “ah yeah, whoops?”.

Danny sighing, “it’s fine I guess, school’s going to be hell but whatever”. Dad just shrugging apologetically at him. Sure Danny could just dye his hair but who knows how that’ll interact with all the ecto in his hair, not to mention the maintenance.

Phantom shrugging, “well no one there will be accusing you of being me at least, since no one wants to look like Wes”. Both Danny’s snickering at that.

Mom shaking her head a little, “I’m sure no one will think anything of it after a while, now come and help move things, all Phantom should be doing is telling all of us where he’d like everything”.

Phantom muttering quietly, “this is so weird”, before shaking his head. Sort of following after the real Danny as he ‘helps’… helps set up a second goddamn room for himself basically. For a himself that his parents do think is this himself. Ugh.

This… this was going to bite him in the ass one day.

End.

Prompts: Invention gone wrong, changes him on a physical level The Fentons manage to adopt Phantom- without revealing his identity, how does Danny deal with this? Danny's hair somehow (by ghostly or humanly means) becomes permanently white and he struggles, but ultimately succeeds, in keeping his secret identity as Phantom.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

If Ford had anything in his house that Stan would be interested in reading, Stan's curse may have been noticed sooner. Not by Ford of course. (Aw. Nicola is mimicking me. How sweet!).

By Fiddleford. Fiddleford's thoughts on seeing this cat read are similar to campus cat au. That thing is not a cat and it's obsessed with Ford. I must stop it.

Stan's reaction to Fiddleford being onto him varys depending on when this happens. Before Carla, not thrilled but he tries to convince the lunch meat revoker that he is not evil and that hey, I'm cursed here. Please help. (He still messes with him of course).

After Carla/the call, Stan's thinking to himself that maybe it's for the best if he just stays a cat, so Fiddlenerd figuring out he's cursed isn't something he wants. He just decides to continue messing with him.

The only things i can think of Ford owning that Stan would be interested in reading is the newspaper, mechanical catalogs for cars and such, or books about sailing. Ford sees Stan, curled up looking at a book and pawing at the pages while he's sitting at his desk researching and just instantly melts at the sight of his cat mimicking him. They're bonding! This is how cats show affection! Look at Nikola gently flipping pages occasionally! Just like Ford is doing with his magic tomes! (Stan is so bored. So, so bored, he's trying to pass time reading. But his mouth hurts from trying to hold pens and he's not tired so this is just what he's doing now)

Fiddleford is not charmed by the behavior, at first because 'Stanford, he's going to claw up all your book and get footprints over everything!' Then 'Oh my lord that cat just flipped to the page it left off on yesterday and now that i'm looking closer its eyes are moving across the page and squinting like it understands words'.

Its evil and trying to do something. Based on its behavior and reaction to Fiddleford, he comes to the logical conclusion that it was in the middle of trying to charm Ford into a fariy circle or jump into a hell portal and kidnap his friend. Its a good thing Fiddleford came just in time to put a stop to it, but now its trying to turn Ford against Fiddleford with all its crimes that are just tolerable but still inconveniencing enough that Ford can excuse it and gets huffy when Fiddleford gets mad.

Truly a master manipulator. Maybe a demon (Stan is loving the ability to get away with messing with people. The one good thing about being a cat.)

At no point does he want Fiddleford to be the one to help him. Because in his mind Fiddleford is evil, trying to turn Ford against him. No one's really that nice and caring about people, so Fiddleford must be trying to get something from Ford and is trying to replace Stan in the household. Stan can't let him win of course, its his job to protect Ford from bad influences (no, he's not jealous and only wants Ford to be the one to help him for correct and right reasons, not because he's being petty.)

Then Carla shows up and Fiddleford successfully convinces her that somethings up with Nikola, but not that he's evil. Carla just thinks he's some kind of bizarre magic cat shaped thing thats probably mooching off of Ford and taking advantage of his loneliness for free housing and food, then got attached and is now pretending to be a real cat (somehow the closest to being correct). She attempts to get Stan to 'slip up' on his cat disguise, but since Stan's very much a cat in every sense except mental it fails every time.

[cultkinkcoven]

@zaizai-11037 Decided to make a whole post about this because I realized I actually have A LOT to say about this. Hope that’s okay lol

Ok, the first thing is that Lord Lucifer is not a human. You don’t feel jealous when you see the sun shining on someone else’s face because you too can go out and stand in the sunlight. You don’t get jealous that someone across the planet is seeing the moon, because you know you will see her in a few hours. Lucifer is not a man, he is a spirit that can be embodied. He is in the artist’s pen and the poet’s tongue, he is the raven caw and the howling wind. I try not to anthropomorphize him *too much*, because he is not a human. He’s not an invisible man. He is everywhere at once, and I know that he’s still with me even when I can’t see him. He’s still with me when he’s with everyone else.

The other thing is knowing that he’s still speaking to me through his interactions with others. That’s why I love reading other people’s experiences so much, I learn more about him through them. And sometimes those posts inspire me to approach him with new questions. I feel a kinship with others who know him like this, I’m excited and relieved to know I’m not the only one. My immediate response is usually awe rather than jealousy.

And lastly, my Lucifer is mine. Every relationship every person has with him is unique. Lucifer may have many lovers but none of them are the same. I don’t yearn to experience what others are experiencing, I’m busy having my own experiences. It’s nice to witness them experiencing something similar to me, we can relate to each other. But no one else is ever going to be what I am to him, and the same applies to everyone he has ever had a relationship with. My Lucifer talks to me and manifests to me differently than he does to anyone else, even if he uses a few of the same tricks.

I was going to end this post here, but I think that would be a bit dishonest. To be completely real, I DO get a little bit jealous sometimes lol. It’s one of those things that is illogical and unavoidable sometimes, feeling that way isn’t wrong, especially when it is uncontrollable. Such is the way of the human heart. I saw a post from an amazing artist who painted a beautiful piece for him and their caption said something like “I want to be his personal painter” and I was like !!IM! His personal painter!!!

It’s silly lol, and it’s fun to laugh about it. Having jealousy isn’t really the issue, the actions one takes afterwards however may be.

The thing that has always made it easier for me has been Lucifer’s reaction himself. I know he’s just happy to have two painters. He seems to find it endearing when I find myself in these little ruts. My eagerness to please him, to compensate for my slight jealousy, only means I’ll be more vigorous in my devotion. And in some weird way, his teasing makes everything feel less serious.

“Oh, are you working hard for me, my boy?”

“That seemed to strike a nerve, are you going to make me a painting too now?“

He has a sense of pride knowing that I do get jealous, that I do want to be favoured. And I gain fulfillment from my increased efforts.

and i don’t even know if I should say this, but the realest answer of them all is sometimes I do get jealous and I just act like a brat. That’s it. He’s extremely in tune with my mood and he notices the slightest hint of attitude- and then he’s immediately present.

“what’s your problem?”

“who are you looking at like that?”

sometimes the only good answer is to just ask for attention, and Lucifer luckily is usually very willing to give it. He has never turned away from me when I needed him, even when all I needed was validation. He is never too far away and he will always come when I call. He’s very good at easing my obsessive mind.

So the tldr is: asides from the whole not a human being thing, Lord Lucifer is really good at keeping his hoes in check

So happy that Lord Lucifer has other followers … cause on the days I don’t have the time or energy to be at my altar or offer him something, I’m so so relieved to see posts from other Luciferians talking about what they did with him that day. It’s like, oh, thank Gods, there are others leaving him sweet treats and writing him poems and showering him in praises today. He still has the support of his cult behind him even when I’m away, he’s not alone. And seeing other people’s experiences just makes me even more excited to reunite with him. I love seeing his little quirks appear in other people’s conversations with him.

something something spiritual polyamory? ?Rejoicing in the shared love of a God is so magical …

[licncourt]

What would you say are some redeeming qualities for Louis? If he has any 👀👀👀

Yes, absolutely! I tend to focus on the negatives even though he's my favorite because I think his flaws are more interesting to analyze in the context of the books, but that doesn't mean he's without good qualities. I would say that the positive qualities the other vampires seem to apply to him ("human", compassionate, etc) aren't necessarily what I would say they are though.

We see many times throughout the series that while Louis doesn't form a deep connection with many people, the people he does love he loves unconditionally and forever. He still keeps the memories of his younger siblings alive and seems eager to share about them and to speak highly of them as soon as he has the chance. He was steadfast in his love for Claudia no matter what she did or what she became, and he still speaks about her with so much love and grief no matter how many years pass.

Lestat is probably the best example of this. There is really no limit to what Louis will forgive and how many fresh starts he's willing to take part in when it comes to their relationship. Even his rejection of Lestat in TotBT is driven by ultimate love and his willingness to sacrifice his own happiness permanently to give Lestat the gift of human life, whether Lestat wants it or not. Louis' true, real, deep love is a rare thing to get but it's forever.

As a vampire, he's probably also the most respectful towards human victims of any of them. In spite of his very questionable reasons for resisting blood and penchant for coming unglued, Louis takes his vampiric power seriously in a way many of the others don't. He seems to keep the gravity of death in mind and sees humans as more than livestock. Throughout the books, he does things like letting people live when they use a crucifix to "repel" him or leaving money for the funerals of people he fed on. Even though she wasn't a victim, his interest in Babette's well-being ties in here too.

I’ve also always appreciated his unwillingness to bend to the will of others with so much dignity. So many characters over the course of the books want to control him and own him, but he always maintains an understated but unwavering refusal to be possessed. My favorite example is (again) his denial of Lestat’s request to be turned again in TotBT and the graceful way he receives Lestat after it’s all over. And In spite of all the huge fights they do have in IWTV, Louis is very adept when he wants to be at using his intelligence and decorum to shut down Lestat’s bullying in the Interview era.

He also keeps his boundaries with Armand firmly but with kindness. He sidesteps David’s (and to a degree Marius’) advances with that very quiet conviction he has. He speaks up to Akasha even though he would have no chance of fighting her and winning. He insists on his opinion being heard in RoA when it seems that he’s “supposed” to be a decoration for Lestat’s arm. Even the somewhat derogatory or degrading/infantilizing things the other vampires say about him in their respective books never seem to get a reaction. Of course Lestat is a weakness for him, but his sense of self never wavers in the face of disapproval. I would say that Claudia is really the only person who can bend Louis to their will which makes their relationship all the more tragic.

I'm not sure if this counts as a good quality per se but I also find that he has some very endearing moments that are easy to overlook in the grand scheme. I love the mentions in the book of him picking flowers, stargazing, watching the 1996 Romeo & Juliet through a shop window in the rain, teasing and joking with Daniel during the interview to make him feel comfortable, dressing up in the stupid outfit Lestat bought him, talking about how much he likes keyholes, lots of little moments throughout the books where there's a very sweet, almost naive or childlike quality to him. That little seed of something good and genuine in him is so bittersweet and provides a really striking contrast to the rest of his character.

[fellulahh]

Hiii! I'm so happy that you're back! I have been reading your masterlists and hc's repeatedly even after you were gone! Could you do this if it interests you and you'd like to?

Sometimes I just wonder how brothers and Diavolo would react when their daughter is suddenly quiet and upset lately and turns out they have boyfriends just like the epitome of their sins in a toxic way.

For example Lucifer is Avatar of pride and his daughter's boyfriend (db for short) is extremely prideful. Mammon's (db) is extremely greedy and exploiting her without doing anything return or bare minimum. Leviathan' (db) is extremely jealous to the point of ruining her social life. Satan's db is so wrathful that he harms her by yelling or hitting her. Asmo's db is a serial cheater with lot's of affairs. (Idk about how Beel's bf turns out) And Belphie's like just being too lazy even in important situations and just not supporting his gf and she feels like she's alone in the relationship. Diavolo's? Idk perhaps being too opportunistic or not doing anything for her without return or dating her for her princess status.

How would their reactions be? (Depends on if their daughter introduces them over their parents' demand or them following their daughter to see what's upsetting them)

Coming right up!! I hope this is what you meant

—

His reaction to his daughter dating someone with the same sin as him (she’s upset)

Lucifer:

- he doesn’t want to admit to the discovery.at first

- acknowledging the boyfriend’s behaviour would mean admitting his insecurities about his own behaviour and personality

- he also doesn’t want to admit how similar the boyfriend is to a “younger” Lucifer

- MC is the one to persuade him though and make him see sense

- In a rather traditional sense, Lucifer speaks with the boyfriend and - partially - threatens him

- “I see the ugliness in you that I once possessed and there’d be no limits to what I’d do to ensure *daughter* doesn’t have to go through it. I’m not going to watch her sit through a relationship with someone who doesn’t understand how lucky he is to have her.”

Mammon:

- he is completely ignorant at first

- Mammon picks up on the boyfriend’s behaviours straight away and complains to MC because what is his “daughter doin’ with a schmuck like that?!”

- “Mammon what are you talking about? He’s exactly like you.”

- he has a complete existential crisis. He never thought anything of his spendings, or the way he acts toward others

- “why did nobody tell me I was doin’ that?!”

- when the boyfriend is next over, he marches up to the daughter’s room and hits him with a “listen here pal, if ya gonna date the Great Mammon’s daughter, a few things have gotta change around here!”

Levi:

- he doesn’t notice the behaviours at all. In fact, he partially agrees with the boyfriend at first

- his opinion does a 180 though when he realises the impact it has on his daughter

- Levi only learns of her feelings when he catches her crying over something the boyfriend had done and when he tried to reason, she snapped back at him and told him exactly why he was wrong

- suddenly he feels guilty because he knows he’s behaved exactly the same way in the past

- it takes him a long time to muster up the courage to speak to the boyfriend (MC does have to practically push him into the room)

- rather than even trying to reason with the boyfriend, he tells him straight “I don’t think you should see my daughter anymore.”

- he also vows to change his own behaviour after realising the impact it can have on the people he loves

Satan:

- when he witnesses the boyfriend getting angry for the first time, he orders he leaves the house

- once he’s gone, Satan comforts his daughter as she cries

- he tells the daughter he recognises what the boyfriend is doing and informs her it will not get better

- “but Mum stayed with you?” “Your mother is a bit different, she was human. Humans are…different”

- tells her straight that if he sees the boyfriend again, he will have no choice but to physically remove him from the premises

- “I know exactly what someone like him is capable of and believe me, it’s not something you want to be around. If I know he’s laid a hand on you, I will not hesitate to kill him.” (okay daddy)

Asmo:

- feels immense guilt because his daughter is confiding in him and seeking advice for something he used to do prolifically

- he tries his best to comfort her and it works at first, but he knows it won’t be the last of her tears

- Asmo immediately goes and sees MC “what do I do? What can I possibly say to her? Oh MC, it’s horrendous!”

- MC urges him to tell the truth

- Asmo sits down with their daughter and confesses that he used to be the exact same as the boyfriend

- “listen *daughter* sweetie, I used to be just like *boyfriend*. Although I changed, he might not do the same and I want you to think about that. I changed when your darling mother came into my life. If he hasn’t done the same for you, I don’t think he should have the privilege of dating my daughter.”

Beel (not quite as serious as the rest lol):

- Beel is confused when he finds out his daughter is upset because her boyfriend keeps eating everything around them

- “you don’t get it Dad, I put so much effort into cooking something nice for us but he just inhales it. I actually think I could put a pile of rubbish on a plate for him and he’d eat it no question.”

- he sits down with the boyfriend just like a fatherly figure would

- “listen buddy, I know it’s hard but you’ve gotta slow down. *daughter* is getting upset because she thinks you don’t appreciate her cooking for you.” “But I love her food, it’s the best I’ve ever had?” “I know right! Er—I mean you’ve gotta show her that, make sure she feels the love you know.”

- gives him a supportive pat on the back

- he helps the boyfriend understand why the daughter is upset and soon he apologises

Belphie:

- he doesn’t quite get the problem at first

- “dad all he does is sleep” “what’s wrong with that?” “He misses our dates! I’m left waiting by myself all the time because he can’t even set an alarm. And then when we are out, all he talks about is how he can’t wait to get home and go back to sleep.”

- Belphie has an ‘oh yeah, that’s probably not great’ moment after their discussion

- when he gets a moment alone with the boyfriend, he sets the record straight

- “listen I know you’re not going to like this, and I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but if you don’t pull yourself together my daughter is going to leave you”

- Belphie keeps telling the boyfriend that he understands how difficult it is, but he can’t keep watching him upset his daughter

- “she can’t just leave me for that?” “Yes she can - I’ll make her.”

—

I’m sorry I can’t find it in me to write something negative about Diavolo. I just can’t do it. 😂

[alien-ally]

Now, idk how but here goes a few things that were dragged out of me, as i witness the split opinions on heesu in class 2. let me start out by saying: i'm a fan of the show :) and i know next to nothing about the manhwa. just so it's clear from the get go.

i haven't watched kdramas in a long while, so i suppose i'd been in the bl bubble exclusively for that entire time. i dont prefer kdramas, or uh straight romances very much personally. hence while watching the first couple eps of heesu, i had pretty much the same reaction. annoyance, disappointment, what more, my interest dropped steadily for a bit until i decided i would drop the show entirely if it dint focus more on the queer storyline, essentially our mc's plot more, in the following episodes. I got on tumblr like i usually do whenever i'm watching one of my bls, and boom, instantly more perspective unlocked. 'thematic foil' the phrase that stuck with me the most. a set of characters in a story getting focus and being followed along their journey apart from the mc, to serve as a foil that demonstrates what exactly the mc could be having, or how it usually goes for the majority of people, a majority our mc clearly isn't a part of. Several characters going about crushes in their own ways, what i enjoyed the most is how the show doesn't subtly pin any of them as 'right' or 'wrong', something i was worried they'd do. Heesu is always supportive of his sisters, no matter what errand he's in the middle of running, he always makes sure they're fine first before heading out. and most importantly, the best advice received by one of the sisters, was in fact not given by the mc but by another sister itself, heejeong to heejae. which i thought was really cool.

Admittedly, i wasn't a fan of the sisters in the beginning, but i guess that's just more on my own cynicism towards dating trends in general. as time passed though, they grew on me significantly. i mean, there's a charming sort of integrity to each sister's ways you can't ignore. another thing: the complaints about no kissing. i hardly ever find this argument to be nuanced, probably the most irritating reason people put out to dismiss an entire show as 'bad'. we see the formation of 2 straight high school couples, along with the boys, now had they been shown kissing or even toeing the lines of any other kind of physical intimacy other than holding hands or hugging, i would've extended that expectation to heesu and seungwon. but here, these kids just are not doing that yet. is that such a hard pill to swallow? bruh, it doesn't become straight washing cause the gay couple dint kiss or cause the straight couple got equal (note: equal) screen time. heesu is not a bl, sure. But it IS a queer kdrama. with a QUEER mc and his QUEER pining classmate (soon to be boyfriend) who has TWO moms. the third thing isn't focused on a lot but man i loved that scene in the last episode where seungwon's mom asks how much she should disclose at the meeting. and his reply, 'if you start lying, i'll have to continue it'.

Now. the last scene, which the non-fans seem to hate the most. but in fact the scene i loved the most. heesu looks back at chanyoung and jiyu walking close behind them, watches cy put his arm around jy with something like yearning flickering in his eye, he turns around, blinks it away and goes back to smiling. seungwon notices, puts his arm around heesu and when heesu kinda hesitates, asks him not to worry (about getting outed basically) cause people are just gonna assume they're close friends or some shit. like all throughout history, this has been used to erase queer people and their relationships. why not use it to your own advantage now? my favorite thing about his dailogue tho, is that it's meant to be reassuring. Seungwon is reassuring Heesu that he's proud about their relationship and wouldn't mind making it public. that he's fine with people finding out. how great is that to hear, when you've been shouldering all this turmoil alone for years, like how Heesu has been doing? Wonderful scene. episode 8,9 and 10 were my favorites and i would totally recommend this show to anyone looking for a wholesome little QUEER teen kdrama experience.