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Landing in the Ocean 1

Author’s Note: Like a lab experiment that gained sentience, this fic has grown beyond my control.

Summary: Karl has been falling from one world to the next for so long his memories have vanished into the purple haze of the void, so XD decides to jog his memory with a world of almost-familiar faces.

***

Karl lived a charmed existence, by which he meant that a witch had probably cursed him at some point.

He panted heavily, sprinting for his life over end-stone and obsidian. There was a maniac with an axe behind him and Karl could confirm the smiley-faced Jason ripoff wanted his skull as a doorstop.

In the corner of his eye he caught sight of purple sparks and nearly sobbed in relief. He couldn’t sob though, he couldn’t stop gasping in lungfuls of air and running for nowhere at all. The killer was still behind him.

As the sparks slowly multiplied Karl’s lungs began to burn, an awful stitch in his side beginning to grow. His traitorous body would slow down soon, maybe too soon. If he couldn’t stay out of reach long enough for the ‘shift’ he’d be dead. Desperate, Karl whipped his head around searching for a way to buy time. His eyes landed on the edge of the building’s roof, a long drop to concrete below. Hopefully the shift would come before he hit the ground. Karl darted for the edge, but the sparks had multiplied into a shimmering sea of stars that obscured his vision. That meant the next step of phasing out of existence, dizziness and nausea. He tripped and felt his open palms meet the hard ground, screaming in terror as the smiley-faced assassin’s boot pinned him down a second later.

Despite the boot digging into his back Karl felt weightless, blind and sobbing as he heard the sound of an axe swooshing through the air-

Then the lost traveler dropped through reality like a brick.

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Karl closed his eyes immediately as the cold wind of the void rushed past him, but as always he heard that awful voice inside his head.

Karl clenched his eyes shut tighter, only able to remember one thing about the god that taunted him between the planes of reality. Nothing good ever came of acknowledging its existence.

<Fiiine. Let’s see if this will get a reaction out of you.>

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The sensation of falling vanished as quickly as it came and Karl found himself planted in front of a sun-kissed resort, seagulls calling in the distance. He sank to his knees and panted, trembling next to a bubbling dolphin fountain. That last world had been so, so close. Had he ever come so close to dying before? Karl couldn’t remember.

After a few minutes his legs began to ache and Karl picked himself back up. He was somewhere new, and that meant something new to deal with inside this hotel. It’s hard to start walking again, Karl ended up standing lamely just out of range of the automatic sliding doors. He really doesn’t want to find out what awaits him inside.

But eventually, the same old feeling wins out. There is something, somewhere he has to find. The feeling used to be stronger, used to burn in his chest. Now he’s forgotten why and Karl moves mostly on instinct.

If he’s about as animated as a corpse the concierge doesn’t comment on it. Karl has long since learned to make the best of things and goes along with confirming his ‘reservation’ and attendance at ‘the auction’ in two hours. He’s never (to his knowledge) been here before in his life and certainly has no money to spend at an auction, but in a few days he will lose everything but the clothes on his back again and wind up in a new perilous situation. He may as well enjoy the five-star resort while it lasts.

The nice lady at the front desk hands him a room key and points him toward a ritzy reception parlor. It’s a pretty standard setup as far as these things go, and with some luck Karl will have enough time to go to his room and sleep behind a locked door before things go south. The heavenly aroma of food nearby wafts through the air and Karl’s stomach growls. Saying the previous world had been unkind was an understatement, Karl hasn’t eaten in days. The fancy little hors d’oeuvres buffet doesn’t stand a chance.

The small shrimp dipped in cocktail sauce crunch unappealingly between his teeth because Karl does not bother to shell their tails. This is because they are the best thing he can ever remember tasting, and the traveler is happy to keep shoving them into his mouth as quickly as possible. The other guests are giving him weird looks and Karl knows he ought to be mingling, but for now as long as they aren’t trying to kill him he could care less. He’s had a rough eternity. Sue him. He threw himself fully into the pleasure of filling his empty stomach at the expense of social courtesy.

“Hungry?”

A hand landed on his shoulder and Karl jumped out of his skin. His startled screech was silenced before it even began when he inhaled a shrimp. Airway suddenly blocked he began to cough, hacking as his hands flew up to his throat. Strong arms wrapped around him and Karl had just enough time to stiffen before a balled up fist drove itself up into his diaphragm. The shrimp went flying and Karl gasped as the stranger moved to steady him, the sounds of the party pausing to watch the drama unfold. He was the center of attention, along with whoever had snuck up on him.

The stranger looked more amused than anything, the man’s single raised eyebrow stretching the scar running down the left half of his face. Karl thought he saw a glint of gold beneath the divot where the old wound crossed over teeth.

“Karl Jacobs,” Karl looked up in surprise and no small amount of trepidation. The man smirked. He did have a gold tooth beneath the scar, along with an immaculate set of sharp teeth.

“You’ve got quite the appetite.”

“How do you know my name?” Karl squeaked, eyes finding the closest exit.

“I make it a point to know all my guests.” The man said, ignoring his obvious unease and offering him a handshake. “I am Quackity. Are you enjoying El Rapids?”

Quackity. Karl froze, attention snapping fully back to the man. He searched him up and down, and then over again, but there was no recognition on Quackity’s face and Karl… to Karl this man was a stranger.

“I like the food.” He said dumbly, taking the hand.

Quackity’s grip was firm, and then it was gone.

“I can tell. Try chewing next time, this is a high class establishment.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry.”

“Until we meet again, Mr. Jacobs.” Quackity purred, smooth as silk, before he walked away and at some invisible signal the reception started up again. Karl stared after him, before making his escape entirely.

***

The elevator doors slid shut behind him and Karl closed his eyes, counting up the floors as they passed.

1,2,3,4…

Quackity, Quackity, Quackity, Quackity.

The player had been trapped for as long as he could remember, thrust from one place to the next by a the cruel god in the void. But ‘as long as he could remember’ was a flimsy measurement. Purple static obscured his memories, only the past handful of weeks remained clear. The rest of his past was a notebook written in pencil with its lines erased, and now Karl could only fumble at the pages for impressions of what had been. He thinks he used to write down everything he could remember after a shift, it seemed a logical thing to do, but he didn’t anymore. The voice had wanted him to stop.

A shiver of instinctual dread to runs through his body.

He only had two words, now. The only things he could keep between shifts because at some point he’d carved them into his body. Karl’s hand traced his right arm, where meticulous scars etched pale letters into the flesh. ‘Quackity’ and ‘Sapnap’.

Nothing more than utter nonsense to his ears no matter how long he tried to wrack his brain, and now was no different. Except now he knew Quackity was a NAME. All this time puzzling over anagrams or a hidden message and it was a name. Karl felt sick, frustration and fear clawing up his throat because Quackity was someone he SHOULD remember but COULDN’T. Purple static was the only thing left and his head ached from the effort of trying to clear the fog. All he had was the same creeping dread that followed him everywhere.

Karl had always assumed the words were important, if his past self deemed they shouldn’t be lost. Somehow, those words had to be the key to ending this nightmare. But what if he was wrong? Now that he’d met Quackity and seen the dangerous glint in the man’s eyes... maybe they were meant to be a warning instead.

The elevator let out a cheerful ding and Karl’s stomach lurched as the upward momentum halted and gravity briefly lessened. He didn’t want to feel the weightlessness of a shift ever again.

***

Two hours later Karl is no closer to answers, and the auction house is a large ornate room covered in gold from one end to the other. One side opens onto a rooftop bar with a crimson seaside sunset but the view was obscured by rich red curtains shortly after Karl slunk past the bouncers at the door. A relieved receptionist had shoved a placard with his name on it into his hand and told him a ridiculously high sum of money that left Karl staring like an idiot at the innocent wooden board. The fresh sea breeze died a minute later along with the guests’ chatter and Quackity himself stepped onto the raised stage in front of the crowd. His golden tooth glittered in the spotlight as a near manic grin split the man’s face and stretched his scar.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Quackity boomed, voice filling the room without a mic. “Tonight El Rapids hosts an array of ancient artifacts and priceless magical merchandise for sale, I’d like to give a huge thanks to Ponk for his last minute addition to the docket.”

Karl shifted uneasily. He got the feeling Quackity was angry, but as quickly as the feeling came on it passed. The man’s face hadn’t changed in the slightest.

“Please let me remind you tonight’s auction is limited to the placards present, if you want an item raise your placard! We can see everyone just fine and we know how much money is attached to it. There will be no online or over the phone bidding.”

“As always we are selling under the terms and conditions listed in our catalogue, for those of you joining us for the first time that means you pay every day. You buy an item today you write a check today. That’s just the best way to do it.” Quackity’s eyes locked with his, just for an instant, before they continued rolling over the crowd.

“I’d also like to thank all you lovely people for your patronage at El Rapids, my humble hotel would be nothing without your patronage and support. Let us begin the 13th Sunset Auction!"

This was a cue to some men off stage to carry in a small box made of black wood, which was placed on a table in front of Quackity’s podium at the man’s nod.

“Our first object of the evening is a treasure taken from the very ends of the Nether, a prize so rare many believe its existence nothing but a wish.”

The lights dimmed at the wave of his hand, and Quackity approached and opened the box with theatrical reverence. He carefully teased a crystal star from its satin confines and raised the shimmering light aloft.

“Let’s start with ten thousand for this nether star!”

Quackity began belting out numbers faster than Karl could track, but he didn’t try terribly hard. Karl didn’t want a nether star, or a conduit, or even a pair of magical wings Quackity named an ‘elytra’. He wanted answers, not treasure.

As the auction continued Karl took a moment to scan the room. In his experience, it was always the people you had to watch out for. His eyes met a piglin’s, and to his dismay the massive hog grinned and began pushing through the crowd. Karl held his ground with some effort as the piglin reached him, the stranger’s size letting him loom over Karl’s human height.

“You’re here for the last item on Quackity’s list, huh?”

Karl gulped.

“I can tell.” the piglin continued, “You aren’t interested in all this fancy stuff.”

“Yeah.” Karl agreed with the hope of appeasing him and ending their conversation. Karl never had that kind of luck.

“How do ya feel about a deal?” The piglin’s tusks flashed as he grinned, “You see that guy over there?”

Karl followed the piglin’s gesture and his blood froze in his veins. Green. There was a man standing in the shadows at the back of the room wearing a green hoodie and a white mask, a simple smile carved into the porcelain. He was clearly not the same man, but Karl recognized that smile. That smile had nearly buried an axe into his back two hours ago.

“Yeah,” Karl said, his mouth dry. “I see him.”

“He’s rich.” The piglin stated bluntly.

“I mean, everybody’s rich here but I know that guy’s richer than me and probably richer than you. I also know he’s here with the express purpose to buy what Ponk found. In fact, I’d reckon this whole shebang is just dressing up to make the sale more ‘legal’. Dream is the type to make things stupidly complicated.” The piglin snorted, shooting the man an unimpressed look before turning back to Karl with a feral grin.

“I, on the other hand, am more partial to chaos. Wanna throw a wrench into an entitled rich snob’s plans?”

“I, um.” Karl hesitated, and the piglin plowed on.

“I’m just suggesting we make a deal, if Dream manages to beat out our individual bank accounts. I combine my money with yours, or yours with mine. Then we split the prize fifty-fifty. Deal?”

“Deal.” Karl said with no idea what he was agreeing to, just wishing the stranger would leave. The piglin shook his hand, his hooves dwarfing the other’s fingers.

“Cool.” The piglin moved off and finally left him alone.

Karl eased his way to the front of the room, as far away from the masked man as he could get, with half an ear out on the items for sale. A bunch of magical stuff Karl had never heard of flew by at the rate of Quackity’s tireless voice, the man yelled out price after price for an hour and never seemed any closer to going hoarse. As time wore on, however, Karl noticed the room begin to change. The other guests had started the auction chatting quietly among each other but that chatter was slowly dying down. The bouncers had come in at the back of the room and doubled in number at some point. Whatever Ponk had found needed extra security.

Karl had a sudden uneasy image of a warden being led on stage, just before the monster broke free during the bidding. That was how things usually went. Karl glanced back at the doors, but he certainly wasn’t going to get any closer to ‘Dream’ until he had to. A large clock on the right wall in the room silently reached ten and the piglin came to stand a few feet away from him. Karl gulped as a complete hush fell over the room.

“And now the moment you’ve been waiting for.” Quackity beamed, gold tooth flashing in a way that made Karl think of nothing so much as a snarl. From stage right two employees wheeled in a box, around two feet long and a foot tall, covered by elaborately decorated silk. With a gesture from Quackity they left the box and cart before the podium and exited stage left. Quackity walked up to the box and unfurled its covering, revealing a fish tank.

Within the small tank a flicker of living flame flashed through the water, trapped inside the glass. It stopped closest to Quackity, and Karl finally saw a tiny mermaid. The little thing glared at the man, bearing its tiny white teeth. Quackity gave the creature the smallest glance before turning his full attention back to the crowd, “Ladies and gentleman our final item. A bone fide’ mermaid.”

He turned to the mer and whispered something. It snarled and crossed its arms, to which Quackity frowned back and poked a finger into the glass, tapping out an enunciation for whatever he said next. The mer continued to glare, but Quackity turned with a smirk. His eyes were dead, and Karl decided then and there the name ‘Quackity’ was a warning. The room’s lighting dimmed, and patrons of the auction gasped in awe as the mermaid’s scales began to shine. Karl watched entranced as the faux firelight rippled over the room, refracted as if through invisible waves. Quackity continued his pitch as the colors danced.

“Smaller than the legends would portray, but nonetheless the genuine article. This creature possesses magical abilities as of yet unknown. Who will be the one to discover his mysteries? The bidding starts at twenty thousand for Sapnap.”

Every placard in the room rose, including Karl’s. The mermaid flinched, eyes darting around before snapping back to Quackity and belting out a silent string of insults. If the little guy was making a sound Karl couldn’t hear him. If Quackity heard anything he made no move to indicate it, the room had erupted into a cacophony of noise the instant the placards rose. Still, Karl would swear on his life that ‘Sapnap’ was talking.

The number he had been told at the entrance was fifty thousand dollars, but Karl’s heart leapt to his throat as the mer’s price jumped to thirty thousand in moments. Several placards fell and Karl caught Quackity calling for a raise of five, then another five. Suddenly all the other placards were down.

“Forty thousand!”

Quackity called, his pace slowing for Karl to easily keep up with. Like everyone else in the room the man was staring at him now, but while the crowd was filled with glares and amusement Quackity just looked mildly confused. Karl steeled his nerves and stared back. The money meant nothing to him, he’d lose it all in the next shift but before then he needed to talk to Sapnap.

“Do I hear forty-five?”

Karl kept his placard up, but Quackity ignored him. He guessed it was because he had the bid for forty.

“Forty-five?”

The rest of the room remained empty of placards and Karl felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

“Forty-five is out!” Quackity sang and Karl felt a moment of pure relief before the man continued, “Do I hear a forty-four? Forty-three? Two?”

At two a handful of placards rose and Karl’s relief vanished.

“Forty two! Forty two now forty five? Forty-five!”

Quackity gestured to Karl’s placard as it began to tremble, the player’s heart in his throat. No bids for fifty thousand but at forty six the same number of placards raised.

“Fifty!” Quackity finally called, indicating him again. The room had gone dead silent as the guests who had retired from the bidding war looked on, still staring at him. Fifty. The number did not seem like much now. The piglin snorted and gave Karl a shrug, before his placard rose into the air. Quackity looked at placard, then back to Karl with a second of pity, and that was that.

“Fifty five!” The owner’s voice rang out an instant later, picking up its pace once more, and a wave of dismay crashed over Karl.

The bidding war continued but he could only stare at the tiny mer trembling with rage on the podium. Sapnap’s eyes darted from the piglin to the masked man, as each named a higher number, all the while muttering darkly to Quackity or himself, Karl couldn’t tell. Quackity remained impassive beside the small mermaid, continuing to belt off numbers, and yet Karl could tell he was getting angry. Karl didn’t understand that. Surely the more ‘Sapnap’ went for the more money El Rapids made, and Quackity clearly loved gold.

“Seventy!” Quackity finally called, and the piglin’s face fell as the green man held up his placard smugly. The man had drawn a smiley face onto his placard. The piglin turned to Karl and tilted his head, hand casually outstretched as he spoke.

“Alright, spiral guy. Let’s go crazy.”

Karl handed over his placard and the piglin’s voice rose to a yell that deafened the room.

“One Hundred and Nineteen Thousand!”

At this Quackity’s eyebrow visibly twitched, before he repeated the number. Though their play had caught more than Quackity’s attention. With a shiver he realized the green man had gone still, and was staring at him through the dark holes of that pale mask. Karl squared his shoulders and stared back as the piglin grinned and patted him on his shoulder.

For a moment Karl swore the mask’s grin stretched wider, and his heart stopped as the man tilted his head and a fair voice called out, “One Hundred Twenty.”

The piglin’s grin had frozen on his face, then fizzled into a pout.

“Well that’s that then,” He shot an apologetic look to Karl, and changed from patting his back to supporting it. Karl would’ve sank to the floor without him there.

Green. Whenever he got close to an answer, or even just had a moment to breathe, Karl was always confronted with acid green and an empty smile.

<home?> The words flitted through his mind unbidden, a memory or a dream, <but you haven’t found your answers, Karl.>

<You said...> The memory laughed, it’s voice quickly fading back into static <...go back…fix the present.>

“This isn’t even my world.” Karl whispered under his breath, voice hoarse and strange in his ears, “You’re not even giving me my world anymore…”

“Hey. Hey spiral guy. Um. Yeah, that didn’t work out. You are not taking this well.” The piglin’s voice brought him back to the present, where the guests were currently filtering out the doors. Karl saw Quackity pick up the mer and carry him off stage. The nice thing about being displaced in existence? He didn’t need to worry about the long term consequences of robbery.

“W-when?” He clutched the piglin’s arm. “When is Quackity handing him over?”

The piglin gave him an assessing look. “The mer?”

“Is it happening now?” Karl pushed, but the piglin ignored the question.

“It kinda sounds like you know him.” He said slowly, and Karl’s hand clenched.

After a pause the piglin sighed. “No. You have, like, an hour. There’s this big dinner thing first.”

Karl fled. Once he exited the auction house he looked for a way to back stage and spotted a pair of double doors on the side of the hall, beside a potted palm and guarded by two large men he had no hope of slipping past.

A piercing squeal ripped through the air. The piglin had picked up a bouncer and hurled them onto the stage. The guards rushed past Karl a moment later, attempting to tackle the piglin and only managing to dangle off the hog as he rampaged. Karl slipped through the crowd of running and shouting guests and hurried through the double doors. Sure enough the other side was a service hallway. He heard people approaching and rushed into the nearest door, hearing Quackity’s voice hissing a moment later as the man ran past.

“...are you serious?! Get me...”

More people came, and Karl could hear piglin squeals and shouting from the main hall. The noise quickly ended, however, and employees began filtering back past his little broom closet while Karl held his breath. He did not hear Quackity again.

He just needed to get some time alone with Sapnap, just a few hours. Just to talk. Eventually the sounds of people outside became less frequent, until Karl felt confident he could leave and be unseen for at least a little while. The hall was indeed empty when he left it, and Karl walked as quickly as he could, glancing at green rooms and one dance studio. Then he came to a door labeled ‘backstage’ and the room next to it ‘storage’. He carefully cracked open the backstage door but only saw a small, dark area behind the curtains of the stage. Storage, however, was the room he was looking for. Stage props and items from the auction were line up from one end of the room to the other, with a pathway leading to another set of double doors labeled ‘loading bay’.

To Karl’s unease the room appeared abandoned, the only light hidden behind other objects in the middle of the space.

Karl crept inside, noting the path was lined with a strange bouncy material, and looked down to find rubber laid down to prevent scratches on the hardwood floor. The color of it was green. Of course. Swallowing his nerves Karl kept going, noting the box with the wither star as he passed it before he found Sapnap’s tank. It bubbled quietly in the center of the room just off the path, sitting on a sturdy wooden desk strewn with records and receipts. A water filter had been added to the tank along with a heat lamp bathing the cloth in soft warm light. The cover Quackity had used at the beginning of his presentation was back over the glass, hiding Sapnap from view, so Karl carefully reached for it.

“Karl from Kinoko!”

Karl screeched as the floor moved and caught him up in acid green slime. A human face materialized from the sludge and gave him a beaming smile as Karl thrashed about.

“Hello!” It said and Karl gulped. The hold was too strong to escape.

“Wh-what’s Kinoko?” He asked, “And how do you know my name?”

“What’s Kinoko?” What had been the rubber path parroted back in innocent confusion, “You must have been traveling for a long time. I am glad you still remember your name though!”

Before Karl could demand more the thing continued jovially, “My Quackity said I should kill anyone who came in here, but he wouldn’t want me to kill you.”

“What?” Karl’s heart stopped and he squeaked.

“Don’t worry, Karl!” the slime wiggled around him playfully, “My Quackity will come back soon, I triggered a silent alarm when you came in! He’ll know what to do and I’ll let you go.”

“No! I mean, just let me go now.” Karl pushed at the slime ineffectively. “I need to talk to the little mermaid, Sapnap. Please!”

“Hmmm…” The slime seemed to hesitate, before they both heard a tiny tapping sound coming from the tank. “Ok!” The slime chirped, and just like that it grew a human hand from the mass trapping Karl and lifted the cloth, revealing the mer tapping on the glass inside. Sapnap’s eyes were red, Karl saw, the same red as his firey scales. Even without the magic glow the mer’s scales were stunning, but Karl was more focused on Sapnap’s eyes as they darted over Karl then narrowed.

“Um, hi.” Karl said weakly, picking up on the distaste. “I’m Karl.”

The mer made no move to answer him.

“Do you know me?”

Karl asked plaintively and Sapnap swam to the top of the tank, splashing above the water and tapping at the closed top. A series of grating clicks came out of the mer’s throat and Charlie started.

“Oh! Of course. Just don’t jump out.” The slime replied to the strange sounds in English and unlocked the top of the tank. Sapnap pulled himself half way out of the water and proceeded to glare at Karl, spitting out a string of his strange deep clicks, vitrol in every sound. When the mer stopped the slime noticed Karl’s helpless look and said, “My Sapnap says he is very mad because you and Technoblade tried to buy him!” Karl’s heart dropped as the slime poked his face hard and added, “Buying people isn’t nice Karl.”

“I… oh.” Karl went back over the last hour and went pale. “I’m sorry,” he shrank under Sapnap’s accusing glare. “I’m so used to going along with whatever’s happening, I… I didn’t think…Oh god I’m an idiot.”

Sapnap cut him off with a trilling growl.

“My Sapnap says that is a bad excuse, and I agree with him.” The slime said, and poked Karl again while the player wished the floor would hurry up and finish swallowing him. Sadly, the green slime perked up instead and happily exclaimed, “My Quackity is here!” Just before the door opened and Karl felt a fresh bolt of fear jolt through him.

Quackity strode through the door, tilted his head at the strange sight they all must make and gave him another false smile.

“Well, well, well.” His golden tooth flashed as he closed the distance between them, “Hello again, Karl. I’m surprised you’re still alive.” Quackity shot the slime a look and it beamed back. “Hello Quackity! Look! I found a Karl!”

Quackity’s smile softened for an instant before the man sighed and gestured for the slime to let Karl go. “I noticed. Thank you Charlie.”

‘Charlie’ jiggled and receded into the form of a human, allowing Karl to stand on his own two feet. The look Quackity gave him was far less fond.

“You’re a terrible robber. You know that?”

“What?” Karl tensed and Sapnap screeched beside him.

Quackity pinched his eyebrows and turned to the mer. “How many times do I have to say I fucking know, but you’re getting sold anyway. Stop trying to make it my problem!”

“And you!” Quackity whipped back around to glare at Karl. “How did you even get here?”

Karl’s breath rushed out of him. No one had ever noticed his appearing out of the blue before.

“I memorize my guest lists.” Quackity continued, jabbing a finger at him. “You weren’t in our system last week. But lo and behold I can’t find ANY evidence of tampering, even in our physical copies. So me,” Quackity began to chuckle and Karl tried to take a step back. Charlie nudged him and he stayed put. “Being the idiot I am, thought you must be competent. And what do I get?”

He gestured to Karl with a sneer. “Whatever the hell you are. Were you even trying to keep a low profile? TECHNOBLADE was more subtle. And then you walk in here and get CAUGHT.”

Quackity spread his arms wide and cackled. “I should be happy, you know? El Rapids has a reputation to uphold.”

The rant ended as quickly as it began, Quackity falling silent with another quiet curse. He stared at Karl, the light reflecting in his retinas bouncing back an inhuman shade of gold.

“Where did you come from?” Quackity held a veneer of calm and composure that belied some danger about to strike. Karl knew with unpleasant certainty that the man was weighing up whether or not to kill him. He wished he had an answer for him. Instead, the water in the mer’s tank kept up its quiet bubbling and after a moment of tense silence Quackity lazily glanced at the mer still glaring on the lid. “Is he a friend of yours?”

Sapnap’s tail worried at the water behind him, glowering as he clicked out a reply. Behind him Charlie shifted, and Karl held his breath. Quackity and Sapnap stared each other down until the man stepped forward and the mer dived to the bottom of the tank, hissing inaudibly underwater as Quackity loomed over him.

Karl jerked forward but Charlie was there to restrain him, green ooze holding his arms and legs fast.

“Leave him alone!”

To Karl’s surprise Quackity flinched at his shout, before glaring back at him defensively.

“Shut up! If you had done your job I wouldn’t have to deal with this. God damned Hybrid Rights vs The SMP...” The man spat, turning to the tank again and darting his hand into the water quick as a flash. He grabbed the agitated mer and raised Sapnap out of the water with a grimace. This time he ignored the shrieks and chitters in favor of speaking to Karl. “The guy selling Sapnap is an asshole and the buyer is a bastard, but every fucked up thing about this is legal and done in the public eye.”

“However...” Quackity removed a length of fishing wire from his suit pocket and carefully pinned the mer’s flailing arms down.“Despite staying at the hotel Dream has seen fit to handle his own security after the transaction. He’s in room 121. Say that back to me.”

Karl glared as Quackity used more wire to gag the mer. Charlie’s slime tightened around his arms.

“Dream is in room 121.”

Quackity nodded, then dangled Sapnap by the tail and raised him above his head.

“W-wait, what are you doing to him?”

Quackity looked him in the eye and dropped the wriggling mer into his mouth.

“No!”

Charlie muffled the rest of his shouts and thrashing as Quackity swallowed once, twice, a large bulge pushing out his throat and then vanishing below his suit collar. Sapnap was gone. Just like that. Quackity straightened his collar with a sigh before deigning to meet his horrified stare.

“Relax, will you?” Quackity smirked, yellow eyes glinting like a cat who just ate the canary. “He’s magic.”

With that he placed a keycard on the desk and walked away while Karl hung limply in Charlie’s hold.

“Don’t worry, Karl from Kinoko!” Charlie set Karl down after Quackity left and formed back into the shape of a man in overalls. A pair of ordinary glasses bubbled up and settled on the slime’s nose as he continued, “My Sapnap will be fine. In this reality he is mostly stomach-proof! Isn’t that neat?”

Karl did not move, still staring at the door Quackity had exited. Charlie shrugged after a moment and continued, “My Quackity just wants to hold onto him until our Dream gives us a bunch of money!”

Mind swirling, Karl finally turned and picked up the keycard Quackity had left. It was blank. All Karl wanted to do was leave but as he stepped away Charlie fell upon him again. This time the slime gave him a proper hug instead of restraining him, but the effect was the same. Karl couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, even if he wished the source came from someone less threatening. “I’m so glad I wasn’t asked to kill you, Karl! I hope you are better at rescuing than stealing.”

“Um, thanks. Charlie?” Charlie beamed. “I am a Charlie, yes! Though I am not your Charlie. I should be Charlie from El Rapids, I think. To avoid confusion.”

“Ok.” Karl said, very confused.

The hug ended, and Charlie waved as Karl debated staying before the urge to flee won out and he walked to the door.

“Good luck, Karl from Kinoko!”

Charlie began melting back into a path as Karl stepped outside, and stared blankly down the service hallway he had snuck through mere minutes before. Quackity was gone, along with Sapnap.

The blank keycard trembled in his fingers.

#tw vore #my stuff #my writing #mcyt vore

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sailoreuterpe · 3 years ago

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Holy shit, we start this family sitcom film with a shooting!

Oh my god, I snorted at Bob assuring the burger that everything is fine.

Aw, the first song is so cute.

I don’t care what anyone else says, I think that the main cast all have nice voices.

Tina wanting to give Jimmy Junior her barrette is so cute.

Louise, sweetie, noooo, don’t feel bad about your ears!

Louise’s verse is so nice because it takes a moment to understand that she’s talking about her ears.

Noooo, I know that the movie isn’t going to end with the restaurant closed but I’m still like, “noooo!”

I thought that Gene got kicked out of the Itty Bitty Ditty Committee?

The ga-ga ball pit in the background is sending me!

“My penis area!” OH MY GOD!

God, I hate Chloe.

MORT MY BELOVED!

TEDDY MY BELOVED!

I love Teddy but it’s kinda hypocritical for him to get mad at Bob for shouting.

I swear to God, I want to punch Jimmy Pesto for SMILING when the sinkhole opens.

Poor Grover–how do you get lower in the hierarchy than FELIX?

GENE.

Between Gene’s inappropriate comment about holes and Louise’s old joke about Bob, they really are catering to the long time fans with this one.

Hey, Fischoeder lore!

The little pop when Linda pulls out the tube was adorable.

Mr. Fiscoeder is so fun.

Bob’s face as he stares at the hole makes me want to cry. T_T.

Teddy’s in a book club!

BOB MOM LORE BOB MOM LORE BOB MOM LORE!

Jericho!!!!

Tina having the insight and maturity to literally have her fantasy analyze her emotions is badass even if it ends badly.

Awwww, all of the kids being bitter and doubting themselves genuinely makes me sad.

MELTED KUCHI KOPI, PLEASE BE A BITTER ASSHOLE!

YES, YES, BE A JACKASS MELTED KUCHI KOPI!

Where did Melt Kuchi Kopi’s boobs go?

That crack about Melted Kuchi Kopi was stone cold, Louise.

BUNNY EARS LORE!

LINDA MADE THE EARS OH MY GOD!

“So, what I’m hearing is that your head hasn’t grown since preschool” kind of confirms Short!Louise for life.

“Oh, please; I brushed.”

I bet dollars to donuts that Louise falls in.

And there she goes.

OK, the skeleton reveal is GENUINELY terrifying.

Oh my God, Louise choking on the teeth! D:

“I tasted death!”

Of course Louise is on board with committing a felony. XD

Oh my god, I JUST wrote in my recent series that Louise develops a nervous quirk of pulling on her bunny ears when upset and then the movie has her DO that!

Oh no, not Mr. Fiscoeder!

There’s no way Mr. Fiscoeder actually killed Dan. That would be too easy and also, obviously, too short of a plot.

My guess is either Felix killed the carnie, Grover killed the carnie, or it was an accident.

Either Felix is the killer or just that obtuse; it could honestly go either way.

Aw, Linda and Teddy fantasizing together about mobile houses ala “Howl’s Moving Castle” is very sweet.

Bob’s groan is very reminiscent of Tina’s which is adorable.

Linda’s eyes shift in bed and it’s great.

I genuinely got a little emotional at Linda giving Bob a pep talk.

The animation in this is really nice and flowing.

Firstly: FLASHBACK!

Secondly: So Mort’s been around since before Bob’s Burgers!

If Linda was pregnant with Tina (and heavily so) when they leased the building then the restaurant can’t be older than 13 years old.

Oh my GOD, I literally laughed out loud when Linda punches Bob in the nuts!

Louise’s “it’s go time” face is badass.

I only just noticed that Louise’s eyes are both the same size now; I wonder when that happened.

If Louise doesn’t become a career criminal, she’d make an amazing private detective.

Aw, the kids don’t keep their bikes at Teddy’s any more. :(

I LOVE the running gag of “overly-long plan name”!

Teddy built the restaurant a mobile food kiosk! T_T

Ohhhh, Teddy wanting to go sell burgers with Bob and Linda makes my heart hurt.

As much as I don’t like how recent seasons have made Bob and Teddy’s relationship more toxic and like, why is Bob even friends with Teddy–I do like that Linda and Teddy are getting along so well.

I appreciate that the movie isn’t doing the “Hostile Creep Teddy” thing that the more recent seasons have been amping up.

Teddy is so, so sad and yet so, so sweet.

The mobile burger stand is going to get at least one of them jailed, I just know it. :(

I bet Teddy gets jailed to protect Bob and Linda.

I snorted at “Grab your meat!”

I looked it up and Mickey isn’t voiced by Bill Hader but the replacement guy does a great Bill Hader impression.

Mickey admitting that he didn’t actually have to serve his time made my laugh.

The view of the cooler contents is beautiful.

Aw, Teddy being so happy just to be helping Bob and Linda is the best. T_T

The One Eyed Snakes are coming up!

I love how the movie is getting all of the best side characters into the film in organic ways.

Louise is so good at reverse psychology and I love to see it every time.

Hey, Ghost Boy graffiti!

OH NO, not Hugo!

Poor Ron and Trev being in love with fucking assholes.

I love the random customer getting roped into the Belchers’ nonsense.

“That is yours to keep.”

Hey, Fanny’s back!

I was legitimately tense when Felix opened the deck doors.

I am LIVING for Bob and Teddy having a (mostly) healthy and loving relationship!!

The animation of the sparkles coming off of Fantasy Jimmy Junior was genuinely beautiful.

Oh my God, Bob’s little smile when he’s on the Molehill is so cuuuute!

Hey, I was right that Teddy would sacrifice himself for Bob and Linda.

…Too bad that it backfired when Bob and Linda pissed off more carnies.

Oh yeah, Mr. Fischoeder would have the money to post bail.

How is bail never an option in these situations?

The animation on Felix’s face when he gets creepy is so good!

GENE AND TINA WANTING TO HUG EACH OTHER MORE OFTEN! T_T

“Boy Bob Child” oh my god.

Poor Tina has to talk to the murderer XD.

I reiterate: How sad do you have to be to be even lower in power than FELIX?

BABY FISCHES IN THE BACKGROUND OH MY GOD!

Deceased Mr. Fischoeder looks like Calvin!

HOLY SHIT I CALL IT FOR GROVER AS THE MURDERER!

I really admire how Gene’s playing is being used a background music and causing the tension to ramp up in this scene.

I LOVE how Tina and having a phone of her own is a series-spanning running joke.

I gotta admit, “The Belchers almost get killed because the Fischoeders are insanely dysfunctional” is kind of a fun running gag at this point.

Again, the animation in this is so great and Grover dancing is beautiful.

Wait, Felix didn’t get caught for his attempted murders so what felony has HE committed?

If I had a nickel for every time that the Belchers almost died under the Wonder Wharf pier, I’d have two nickels.

Oh God, Grover wants Disneyland, gross.

OH, the stuffed animals remark was foreshadowing!!

Boo, I thought that Teddy would save the day and instead he’s going to PESTO’S.

OK, when do I get my “Louise and Mr. Fischoeder team up for real” episode?

Tina is so badass sometimes.

OK, so prediction: Fischoeder pays off the bank in thanks for saving his life, Grover goes to jail, Tina asks Jimmy Junior to be her summer boyfriend, Gene gets to play at the wharf, and Louise keeps her ears because fuck Chloe.

Holy shit, no wonder this is PG-13.

Grover runs over their bikes; what an asshole!

OOOOHHHH, GRANDMA BELCHER AND BABY BOBBY!!!!

GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL!

Oh my God, Louise is like her grandma. T_T

And then Bob having an epiphany about him and Linda as they’re dying…

“I’m gonna Linda this!”!!!!

OH MY GOD TINA KNOWING WHAT GRINDING IS!

Yay, Teddy got his moment to save the day!

OLIVE BAAAR!!!

YES YES YES FULL MAIN CAST SAVES THE DAY!

“This place is overengineered, I think” oh my god.

OK, yes, they’re playing the hand-slap game but it’s still sweet that the Fischoeders are holding each other’s hands as they die.

Yaaaay, everyone lives!

YAY, Grover got pinched!

Aw, Bob trying to be like Linda to give Gene a pep talk.

And everyone gets their happy end oh my god. T_T

I LOVE that Louise still wears her ears but isn’t anxious about them.

OH MY GOD THEY’RE RECREATING THE OPENING AS THE ENDING BUT WITH ANOTHER RE!

Hey, Gretchen!

Hey, Gayle!

MARSHMALLOW MY BELOVED!

Shit, Marshmallow’s dress is the trans flag colors! :D

That was so fun and sweet!!

#Bob's Burgers #Bob's Burgers film #Bob's Burgers spoilers #spoilers #Bob's Burgers Film Spoilers #bb #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcer #louise belcher #bob's burgers teddy #teddy bob's burgers #Notes by Nikki #I SPENT FOUR HOURS WATCHING THIS #long post

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years ago

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I read your trans Kakashi post as "I say I'm a bad boy..." Then had to take a second look bc my mind immediately said that softie??? A bad boy??? No way

🤣🤣🤣 (Kakashi will deny being soft tho you best believe he'll deny it)

I mean, you’re not wrong XD

Kakashi would deny being a softy. He’s a stone cold killer known for his chidori and his smarts. Don’t call him a softie

But also don’t call him a bad boy lol there’s nothing bad about this dude.

I’d day ‘broken hidden softy dork who just wants to try to make the world slightly better for his students than it was for him’ lol

But i think the ultimate decision is

Dork

He’s a dork XD

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theartofimagining13 · 3 years ago

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Arely, come on!!! you saved us when Tom was dating the snake and wrote one of my favorite stories with him & Fassy. You can do it again!!! xD pleaseeeeeeee

Ahahah!

Nonny, I've been posting fake scenarios every now and then where Tom, Chris, Seb and all the others are married and/or cheating or are stone cold killers and whatnot since 2015, you think that's gonna change now?

The fiction will never cease.

VIVA LA FICTION!

~A.Wölf.

#Writing #Tom Hiddleston #Tumblr #Ask #Anon

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years ago

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Hopelessness of Wanting

Part 2 ->

Frederick Chilton x Reader

remember that request on @raulesparzaconfessions asking for Chilton being evil & angst??? and I said I would never do that to my poor Frederick darling? WELL I DID.

Warnings: Darkfic! NSFW. Noncon (nonconsensual blowjob), doctor-patient sexual abuse, past child sexual abuse, angst, self-loathing Chilton. Part 2 will contain suicidal thinking. This is honestly so melodramatic. I apologize to everyone on my tag list.

1k words

If anyone had been outside women’s wing cell 4B, they would have heard a wet choking sound. If they were among the less jaded of the staff, they might have investigated, but that sort of altruism was quickly extinguished here.

The occupant of this particular cell was named Julianne Barker. From three to fourteen years of age, she was sexually assaulted by first her father, then her brother, and then by dozens of men who paid fifty dollars for the privilege. At fourteen, Julianne picked up her father’s shotgun and shot him, her brother, and two other men in the house point-blank as they slept.

That was how she came to live at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

A blue light flashed rhythmically from inside the cell. The choking noises, slurping and gurgled, seemed to almost follow the rhythm of the lights.

Julianne was a docile patient. Without access to firearms she was harmless, and for the last ten years claimed to have no memory of the violent act at all. Her entire memory and very sense of self was a scrambled mess.

That was why Dr. Frederick Chilton began treating her with hypnotic therapy, to pull those buried memories out of her. It was meant to help her recovery. That was his intent, at the outset.

Wet noises were now accompanied by rustling fabric, audible if one were to stand just outside the door. Shaking breaths grew steadily louder. The brief screech of chair legs on the floor as a hand gripped it for support. A low moan rose above it all, a guttural cry that faltered and trembled in time with the steady, wet sucking. Choking. Slurping.

It was an accident—that was important for you to understand!

Dr. Chilton’s voice cracked as he lost control, his hips driving forward—an unconscious mistake—to be met with gagging, sputtering, as his broken scream echoed off the cell’s bare walls. And then the only noise was panting. The screech of the chair again as he slumped back down upon it and wiped his brow. Finally, he cleared his throat and tucked himself back into his pants. Sat up straight.

In a smooth, authoritative voice, he said, “Waking now. You’re waking in a quiet room. Safe. Calm.”

It was an accident—the first time it happened. Julianne did not only relive her memories when put under hypnosis, but fell into a full regressive dissociative state. Chilton had not been expecting the willowy young woman to suddenly get on her knees and begin unbuckling his pants.

And yet, when he realized that he was alone… that he had sole access to the security tapes and the guards would look the other way… he did not stop her. Neither did he do anything to force her! Never wove his fingers through her yellow hair or bucked into her mouth. Everything she did was her own volition.

That was how he justified it to himself.

Acting out traumatic memories could be therapeutic in many circumstances. It allowed her to take control of her past. It was exposure therapy. At best, he was helping. At worst, she never remembered or knew what was real. Always enjoyed their “sessions.”

That was how he justified it to himself.

He knew it was sick. But what did it matter? He had given up ever finding a real relationship. Hannibal Lecter turned out to be a serial killer. Will Graham was running around Italy chasing him. Neither man ever returned his admiration. Chilton had given up entirely on love, himself, and the dull pretense of morality.

He would never get to fuck the mouth he truly wanted—never see the lips he pretended were parted around his cock anywhere but his imagination.

You would never desire the old, scarred doctor—the autocratic, pompous Dr. Chilton, twice-maimed and hated by his own staff.

Might as well take it where he could.

***

As he opened the door to the cell, his heart leaped into his throat and he barely caught a yelp before it burst in its humiliating high pitch from his mouth.

“Oh! Dr. Chilton! S-sorry, I didn’t know you were in a session!” you stammered.

The perfect lips he had been picturing now parted in surprise. Your eyes shone like the sun. He forgot to breathe. Then the shame of what he’d done came crashing back, and the way you, in your perfection, avoided looking at his face—his scar—pierced him.

“You forgot to check schedules? Again?” he chided, voice cold as the dead thing in his chest.

“No, sir! I mean—”

“It’s fine, Dr. Chilton. You’re the one who’s supposed to be in his office right now, according to your own schedule.” Nurse Clerval strode into the hallway behind you, white sneakers silent on the stone floor.

Your face lit up for your rescuer—that bright, innocent smile that was almost always present (the exception, of course, being when he was around). Clerval had a soft spot for protecting you. All of his staff seemed to. Who could blame them? The newest nurse, like a lost puppy, who hadn’t yet lost your shine as everyone in this dismal place eventually did. It only drove home his own loneliness, and the hopelessness of wanting you.

“How careless of me,” Chilton said before rolling his eyes directly at you. “Fortunate you have friends to speak for you.” He got a twisted pleasure from watching your smile fall again.

It was the best he could do, he thought as he limped away, the tension on his abdominal scar acting up. If he couldn’t have your light for himself, he could at least stomp some of it out so it wasn’t taunting him all the time.

He knew that was no justification, but what did it matter?

He was filth. The only reason he survived Miriam Lass’s bullet was to suffer more on this Earth—he knew that was the truth, because he didn’t deserve to be spared. It wasn’t a miracle. It was justice.

He simply hadn’t suffered enough yet.

You were everything he was not, thrown in his face to torment him. Always so kind, and full of life—a sunflower standing tall above a garden of thorny roses. Loved by all. And he coveted you for himself. Needed you like rain. But beautiful creatures always turned their faces toward the light. You would never cast an eye down to him—the thorniest vine whose petals had all been stripped away, never to bloom again. He was lost in a place of shadows you would never see.

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#frederick chilton #Frederick Chilton x reader #this will be a short series (was going to be a oneshot but I wrote this much & was like... post.)#dark fic #I don't think Freddy would actually do this??#but I also don't... not... think that he might #my writing

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ambivalens999 · 3 years ago

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I just wanted to say, I read Masks this weekend and I’m still reeling!!! Going back to re-read the most gripping parts (which I’ve never done in the last 16 years of reading fanfics), and feeling like these stone cold killers are our precious murder babies (sorryynotsorry), which I just want to soak in blood and then cuddle. Erm…

(And see what Sakura is like as the Commander, like during rounds, or when some baby Anbu comes along thinkin they’re gods gift to shinobi <.<)

(And also Sasuke and the gremlin, so precious XD)

"precious murder babies" !!!! 😂 but in all seriousness, thank you so so much for these incredibly kind words! <3

#discussion

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harmonytre · 4 years ago

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Comic Plans

Current Projects:

Prismtale (Mondays): An Undertale AU involving NPCs and multiverse travelling. Multi-chapter comic and ongoing.

Mistbreak (Tuesdays): A Steven Universe AU with about 5 pages left of the comic. Then it will become an ask/drabble/design blog.

Flicker of a Neon Soul (Wednesdays): An Undertale AU where monsters have colored soul traits and humans have white soul traits. 10+ chaptered comic with many plans and plot.

Taffy and Steven (Thursdays): A Steven Universe where Steven and his gem are split into different people and Taffy is a wholesome boyo. One page left of the comic, then will become an ask/edit blog with occasional comics.

Future Fandom Projects:

Pokemon Nuzlocke Comics: Multiple regions and an overarching plot. I need to finish playing and writing the first arc before starting the comic. (long term)

Who I Am: A Pokemon comic where James from Team Rocket is a were-pokemon. I need to rewrite it first. About 7 to 8 chapters. (medium length)

Other Undertale AUs: Certain AUs will be revealed in Prismtale and turn into side blogs, and others will be one time comics. (varies)

Future Original Projects:

(One of these I want to make extremely interactive. Like the audience makes choices for the characters.)

Phantulfurs: A comic about teens with powers to see creatures no one else can. I’ve rewritten the first chapter multiple times, but I need to really write it out before starting the comic. About ten arcs. (long term)

Skryculars: A sequel to the above story. (medium length)

The Journeyers: A multi-book series with my cousin. About ten books. Involves animals, powers, and romance. Won’t give information beyond that. (long term)

Unnamed Animated Series: Still need to design the two main characters, but they’ll travel through many worlds from my dream world. (long term youtube series)

Unnamed Wings Story: Decided many many characters for a high school story with wings. Lots of diversity and LGBTQ. Problem is I don’t like writing high school stories and have no plot. ;^; (medium? short?)

Unnamed Long Term Comic: A story about a space girl with wings, a nonbinary person that can shapeshift and communicate with animals, twins with water and plant powers, and an angsty wholesome skeleton bean. No plot yet. (long term)

Short Term (below the cut, any catch your interest?)

(keep in mind many of these I wrote the descriptions for years ago or based off of dreams.)

“Orphan Dog” and “Martha’s Pack” An orphan finds out she can talk to dogs and realizes they are the key to finding her missing parents. (Wrote when I was 8, rewrote partially when I was 13. So very cheezy. Would be even cheezier if I didn’t rewrite it, but still drew quality serious art XD.)

“The Agency” A girl named Jill has secrets. Major secrets. For one, she can turn into any animal at will including extinct, Fantasy, or hybrids. Don’t forget that she can also turn invisible and do telepathy. (Not to mention she runs an entire secret animal spy community…) When her best friend and spy ally, Izabella the opossum, goes missing, she must find what it means to be a true friend and showing that it’s what’s inside that counts. (Actually liked this one too. Even if it’s also cheezy.)

1. “Moos” A boy is adopted by cows and is granted the power to understand animals and turn into a cow.

2. “Moos: Vile Meat” Hoover is back and he must defeat the evil Haystack, a human entrapping calfs in little domes for eternity.

3. “Moos: Cold Cuts” Hoover finds a new ally, one who creates...snow?

4. “Moos: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey” Haystack is back and Hoover and his friends must defeat him before he turns all pigs into stone. (Cheezy series?)

“Extraordinaries” Emma, her friend, Millie, her brother, Clark, and her dog, Charlie, have to travel to a faraway land to save Emma’s mother, who has been poisoned. Along the way Emma and the team must find how to deal with their newfound powers of Imagination. (This one was also pretty good! A story from Nanowrimo a few years ago.)

“The Hummingbird Did It” A hummingbird turns a lazy boy into a dog. The boy must venture across country to find the cure. (Was kinda boring and just me having fun with google maps lol.)

“Sunshine and Rainbows” A girl is taken to another world by rainbow dust and must find her way back to Earth. (Can’t actually remember this one.)

“Nature’s Lifeforce” A boy and girl are given the power to turn into any woodland creature and talk to trees. (Also can’t remember, but sounds cool.)

“Ravens” A girl named Hannah, a boy named Billy, a boy named Cameron, a girl named Lyla, and a boy named Clark, among other students, have their wishes come true. This creates a problem as Cameron becomes a dog, Lyla becomes a cat and Hannah and Billy become ravens. They fix the problem for everyone except Hannah and Billy, but embark on an adventure to find the scientist who can help them. (Based on a dream, I think.)

“Dragon wings” Hiccup and Toothless accidentally sit down someplace weird. They switch bodies and Toothless claims to have heard someone press a button. (ASDFGHJKL WHAT?! HTTYD short story)

“Melody Dreambubble” A weird new pony arrives in Ponyville. Twilight is curious to find that she has no Cutie Mark, was raised by wolves, and bears mysterious powers. (My Little Pony, kinda self insert, short story)

“Eyes of Gold/The Tower” A Fan Fiction based on The Ever Afters series and two stories rolled into one. Rory finds that her two best friends have been poisoned by a new dragon species/As Rory is about to enter a tower to save Chase a random girl shows up out of nowhere and has a weird habit of annoying Adelaide. (Was my first ever self insert? And based on a book series unlike the rest? Cool! Oh I even wrote ten whole pages! Neat. Featuring a girl chasing a dragon with a bedpan!)

“Roadkill” A man purposely runs over a deer on a freeway. The deer’s best friend curses the man, later to regret it because he has to undo the curse himself. (Lol, this was interesting.)

“Melissa and Steven Started a Food Fight” A completely random book that takes the characters through an adventure of explosions, unicorns, and talking squirrels. (Used a random prompt generator. Very random. And funny.)

“Before it’s Gone” A snooty teen crashes in her car and finds a surprise when she wakes up. (Oh yeah, another old story. She turned into a dog and none of the other dogs believed her.)

“The Unicorn Killer” A short story about poachers and Julia. (Yep. Short story.)

1. “Feathers of Gold” A logical young bird griffin, Gabriel, wants to find a way to stop to war between bird and lion in his land, Genetica.

2. “Scales of Emerald” A shy young dragon, Emmie, tries to keep her land, Reptilia, from destruction.

3. “Hair of Crystal” A brave young unicorn, Crystal, tries to find a way to join together the leaders of the land of Equinsta.

4. “Flames of Ruby” A vain young phoenix, Flaxter, tries to capture the eyes of girls. Taken place in the land of Flamia.

5. “Gems Unite” Gabriel, Emmie, Crystal, and Flaxter find out they are The Gems, the only ones who can save their world, Animagicia, from the beings, called Humurns, that are trying to destroy it. They must come together and find who they truly are. (Might have fun with this series. I’ve always loved mythical animals.)

“The Distance from Sam” An 8 year-old St. Bernard named Barry, a 3 year-old Golden Retriever named Mick, and a 1 year-old Sheltie named Sandy set off to return to their owner Sam, after being kidnapped and sent across country. (Kinda like Homeward Bound. Came in mind when I saw these three dogs alone by a street, no humans around.)

“The Skilled” Andy and Ashley(both fifteen) and their eight year-old siblings, twins Alex and Alexa, gain powers from the sewers. All: understand animals and fly, Andy: talk to toys, Ashley: speak to plants, Alex and Alexa: psychic powers. “I used to think my toys would come to life when I was gone. I guess I was right.”-Andy. Based on a dream. (Too many “A” names, oof. Also, toy Story much?)

“The Moon’s Eye” A teenage girl named April gets trapped under a snow drift and wakes up to be a wolf. A nearby wolf pack needs her aid and calls her The Mooneye, a changeling. (Cool. Cool.)

“Unusual Forces of Omnipotence” A woman and her horse are supposedly crushed by a U.F.O. When Tanaya wakes up she finds out she has super strong senses and can run as fast as her horse. Pluto the alien knows he’s going to be in trouble if his planet finds out he crash landed and accidentally gave a human the powers of her horse. He tries to fix it. Told from Tanaya, Sunray (the horse), and Pluto’s point of view. Based on a dream. (Sounds interesting! Title came from before I knew UFO was an acronym lol.)

“The Lawn” Unknown to humans, a yard full of statues come alive at night. There is an elk, two bears, four buffalo, a wolf, an eagle, three horses, a small boy, a moose, a bighorn sheep, and a rabbit. (Based on a real lawn I’d see on the way to school.)

“Dragon Eyes” Max has an ordinary life, until his family, him, and his three friends, Alice, Peter, and Samuel, are transported to another world. His parents are then kidnapped and they have to fight against an evil Mother Nature. Based on a dream. (Interesting. The dream was freaky.)

“Sweet Treat” Emily’s dad works at a candy factory, and one day she visits him and realizes his work is not all it seems… Based on a dream. (What? I don’t remember what was different about his work???)

“The Flight of the Supernatural” Randy thinks he is mostly a normal kid. Sure, he and his dad live inside a mountain, and sure, some flying species of human killed his mother, that doesn’t mean he can’t live normal life homeschooling and watching TV. But unfortunately, Randy’s life turns around when he finds out he can fly. Is his father telling the truth? Did his own species kill his mother? Based on a dream. (Actually REALLY loved this story.)

“Whispering Willow” A girl named Willow helps 20 wolf cubs escape a pet store and then is recruited by a zoo. Pretty soon all of the animals know her as Whisper. Based on a dream. (Cool. another animal whisperer.)

“The Invasion of Our Minds” Little black aliens invade Earth and only one person can stop them: Julia. Based on a dream. (Oh RIGHT! Yeah I remember that.)

“The Marble Island(Possibly a short story?)” Julia goes on a trip to a new marble island only to find the owner turns people into stone figurines. Based on a dream. (Links to the previous story, I think.)

“Have some candy!” Violet, an expert on strange occurrences, needs to help a group of people who mysteriously turned into animals after attempting to grab candy bars from a bin in a local store. Based on a dream. (More animal transformation.)

“The Guide to Mythical Creatures I Made Up” A guide to everything from the Mystic Melody to the Gollan. (I don’t remember either of their designs! :P )

“Trying to Get Back to Mom” Michael and Annabelle meet new friends, while they frantically try to reunite with their mother. (Don’t remember.)

“Surprise of the Future” Pearl travels to the future and has to fight her now-evil brother in his stone mansion. (Not Pearl from SU. Based on a dream.)

“All for You” A man has to overcome many obstacles, such as mermaids, yellow smoke wolves, and magic maps, to save the world and his girl. (Oh yeah, this was a cool one. Based on a song, but I can’t remember which one.)

“The Stranger at the Door” Keith and Amber have lived with their grandmother for many years, but now they live alone and nobody knows. Then a strange girl arrives at the door. She claims they will have to leave town within 2 hours or risk being stuck in a quarantine zone. There will be traffic jams and other hindrances, so it's best to leave right now without taking anything with you. Unsure about everything, including this strange girl, the teenage boy disagrees to the proposal, if all this turns out to be true, this choice will seem foolish. His younger sister does agree. But what if this strange girl can't be trusted. Or what if all this is an elaborate trap. How could an ordinary teenage girl and boy end up in a situation like this. Time to find out. (Oh, a quarantine story? How long ago was this? 2017 I think.)

“The Beginning of the Hybrid Brothers” A backstory that shines a light on how Ralph the Rat-Man and Dr. Discord came to be evil. (YES, MY TWO VILLAINS NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT BUT ARE STILL DEAR TO MY HEART HNNNNNNNG.)

“Unnamed but same as the blank” A girl named, _____, lives in a family of nine. She and her mother are the only ones who aren’t “Morhumals”, or people who can turn into one animal. After the twins mess-up and send a “Morhumals” hunter after them, it is up to ___ and her sister, ____ to rescue them.

“Song of the Siren” ____ is back after her fourteenth birthday. She finally has received her animal and must follow her family to the mythed Siren hideout.

#story #comic #HarmonyTRE #comic plan

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Thunderstorm

This....this fic really didn’t wanna be written the way it acted up while writing xD And although I thought it would be a one-Shot like the rest, I ended up with 3 chapters and 5.7k words. This was NOT planned xD Thanks once again to @bend-me-shape-me, @helianthus21 and @pray4jensen for creating this challenge :*

Read the rest here on AO3

“And now to the weather forecast. Meteorologists say there’s a huge storm system building up over the eastern states that’ll unload right over Kansas over the next few days. Don’t panic, stock up on a few necessities and you’ll be fine. It’s not the apocalypse after all.”

The news guy gave his audience a wink when the program changed to commercials.

“Awesome, we’re gonna be locked in even more, besides this whole quarantine-crap.”

“Dean! This quarantine isn’t crap! There are very vulnerable people out there who will survive because we stayed put in the Bunker!” Cas scolded him, all the while not being too fond himself of the coming storm.

Ever since the falling of the angels and the loss of his wings, he’s reminded of the loss whenever he hears thunder. He just misses the effect the sound of thunder gave the whole ‘showing his wings’ thing. It was mostly just to show off, the thunder clapping wasn’t necessary, but being an angel had some advantages and angels are full of themselves so a little show-off is just their thing.

But still, whenever he heard thunder he thought of his wings and it hurt. A lot. So he usually went away when there was a storm coming so he could suffer in private, but with the whole quarantine ordeal going on, going away wasn’t an option. He had to find a way to suffer in silence.

The wind took up over the next few days and by the second day light rain started to fall which then turned into pouring rain by the third day. The wind got to storm speed and although the clouds have been dark for a while, now they got pitch black. It was starting.

When the first clap of thunder echoed through the bunker Cas was sitting in the library, trying but failing to read a book on Siren lore.

“I’m gonna go take a shower and maybe rest for a while. See you later.” he got up and walked in the direction of the bedrooms. He had no intention to actually do any of the activities he just told Sam and Dean, but he had to get away from them before he lost his cool about this storm.

“Did that seem weird to you, too?” Dean asked his brother with furrowed brows.

“He’s been acting strange since this storm was announced on the news. You think that’s a coincidence?”

“Dean, when is anything about Cas a coincidence. Maybe he’s just afraid of storms and doesn’t wanna lose his strong face. If you’re so worried, why don’t you go and ask him?”

Sam looked up from his book and expectantly at Dean.

“I don’t know. Seemed like he wanted to be left alone.” Dean replied and sat back in his armchair, Laptop on his lap but not actually doing anything with it.

After about 15 Minutes of mindless scrolling through Reddit and Tumblr (seriously, those Supernatural fans had awesome ideas about gadgets), a few more loud thunderclaps and Cas not returning to the library Dean got worried. Sure, Cas said he wanted to rest, but who sleeps during a thunderstorm?

“I’m gonna go look after Cas. Something smells fishy about this.”

Sam only replied with a barely audible hum of acknowledgement and Dean walked towards Cas’ bedroom. It was on the very end of the hallway, but Cas insisted on it.

When he was almost at the door, Dean could hear faint whimpering coming from the bedroom, almost like someone was in pain.

With 2 large strides he was at the door and opened it without knocking. The view he had broke his heart.

Cas was crouching at the foot of his bed, his head between his knees, his arms over his head and was apparently shaking violently.

“Cas!” It was barely more than a whisper, but Cas apparently heard him since he turned his head so fast it was a miracle he didn’t pull a muscle.

“Dean, what are you doing here?” Cas’ voice was rough, and shaky, and barely audible.

He rushed over to his best friend and crouched down, touching him wherever he could, trying to ground the other man.

“Cas, Buddy, what’s going on, are you hurt? Talk to me!”

Cas grabbed Dean’s arms so hard it hurt, but Dean didn’t show any of it.

“It - it hurts, Dean!” “Where? Where does it hurt, tell me what I can do.” Dean tried to stay calm, but the obvious distress his friend was in made his stomach cramp and he had trouble breathing.

“It’s - it’s not physical, Dean. I’m not actively hurt.” Cas wiped his face with his sleeve.

“It’s the emotional pain I can’t deal with. I can heal wounds in seconds, but the wounds on my soul just won’t heal. No matter how much time goes by.” “Cas, I can’t follow, what are you talking about?”

There was a loud clap of thunder and Dean caught a glimpse of the burnt remains of Cas’ once gorgeous wings.

“My wings, Dean. I’m missing my wings so much it hurts! I used to look forward to thunderstorms because I could bring my wings over to this plane without anyone noticing, because it would be covered by the storm, so now every time there’s a thunderstorm I get reminded of what I’ve lost and it just hurts so much!” Cas started sobbing again, so Dean sat down besides him and pulled him into a tight hug.

There wasn’t really anything he could do about this. He couldn’t take the pain away from him, he knew how much mental wounds can hurt, but there was no pain killer for that.

So Dean started talking. About the storms he and Sam sat through as kids, how they would make S’Mores over the burner of the gas stove when the power went out, how they would tell each other stories while holding a flashlight under their chin, so the face would look creepy, how they would hide under blankets when it was a really bad storm and Sam would get scared. Dean left out the detail that he was scared, too, but kept his brave face for his brother’s sake. How they would go out as soon as the storm was over to breath in the fresh petrichor smell they both loved so much.

After a while of talking Dean notices Cas had calmed down a little. He wasn’t shaking anymore and the crying had subsided.

He carefully opened his arms, so Cas could sit up again.

He wiped his face once again to get rid of the remains of his tears.

“Thank you, Dean. Thank you for staying and for looking for me in the first place. I usually seek solitude when there’s a storm coming so no one sees me like this. Being this vulnerable is - hard for me to cope with. I’m not used to such strong emotions. But I guess being cut off from heaven for an extended amount of time will do that to you. You slowly become more human, with the good feelings and the bad ones.” he looked at his hands, like there was more to say, but he doesn’t want to.

Dean gently grabs Cas' chin, turning his face to meet his.

“Cas, hey. I can see there’s more to that. Please talk to me, I’m really worried about you.”

He stroked Cas’ cheek with his thumb, not quite ready to let go of that shadow of the man he thought he knew.

“It’s…” Cas started, but had to clear his throat first.

“It all started a few months after I was cut off of heaven. I noticed I could...feel things, things my angel self used to suppress but couldn’t do so anymore. In the beginning it was just small stuff like hunger or thirst or even sadness. I still didn’t need to eat, but the vessel would crave things from time to time. Like sweets or Burgers.” he stopped talking and looked like he was contemplating if he should continue talking. But since he had already started he finished his rambling.

“But then there were completely new feelings. Like lust, longing - love.” there was a pause before he said the last word. Like he didn’t want to admit that particular feeling. He almost seemed like he was ashamed of feeling it.

“And sometimes all of those feelings were overshadowed by that dreadful sadness and feeling of loss. There were times when it would just suddenly roll over me and I would almost choke on the sensation. Sometimes it was worse, sometimes not as strong, but it always took me by surprise.” Dean grabbed Cas’ hands and squeezed them a little.

“Cas, why didn’t you ever say something? You went through helluva lot with us since you dragged my sorry ass out of hell and died more times than I wanna think about. That had to leave a few scars. And unfortunately ignoring those scars doesn’t do shit to lessen the pain. Quite the contrary actually, the more you ignore them, the more it’ll hurt the next time around, I know what I’m talking about. Which is why I started to actually open up to Sam from time to time. He probably hates me for all the crap I lay on him, but he can do the same with me if he needs to, so we’re even. Maybe we should come to a similar arrangement? I rant to you when Sam can’t deal with my shit and you can come and lay all your crap on me. Does that sound like a deal to you?”

Dean smiled brightly at Cas whose face turned to stone.

“No!” There wasn’t even a hint of sadness left on his face, it was all rage and anger now.

“Thank you for the offer, but I can deal with this myself. I don’t need your help. And I’m feeling better now that the storm has passed, you can leave now.”

Cas abruptly stood up, leaving Dean with the sudden cold of the empty space besides him on the floor.

“Uh, did I say something wrong? I just tried to help.”

“I don’t need your help, Dean. Don’t judge me based on your own standards. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I’d like to be alone, now, so please. Leave.”

Cas walked over to the door which was still slightly afar, Dean didn’t bother with closing it when he had seen Cas on the floor, and held it open, so Dean could go.

“I’m sorry, Cas. I don’t know what I said to upset you, but I apologize.” “Just go, please.”

A few moments later Dean entered the library again where Sam was still hunched over his Laptop and at least 3 books.

“You’ve been gone for a while. Everything alright?” “Seriously? I have no idea.”

#SPNStayAtHome #Monday 7: Thunderstorm #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #Sam winchester #hurt/comfort #just two idiots not knowing they're in love with each other #but there's pie #Sam ships it #Mentioning of past trauma #my writing #fanfiction #destiel fanfiction

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