#teen duck cousins

[squidthusiast]

Ok, but why do I imagine Eight being the unofficial child of Pearl x Marina?

Because I imagine Eight was minding their business and all of a sudden, Pearl would slam the paper down and said “You’re adopted now”

Basically OTH at the start of their world tour haha, I love that they took Eight with them.

I have more detailed thoughts under the cut for those interested in my ramblings, analysis and interpretations of the characters.

Disclaimer: This is my own take on it, don’t let it ruin your fun!

I personally don’t really subscribe to the fandom’s ‘pearlina moms’ headcanon.

On the one hand, I am an absolute sucker for the ‘found family’ trope, and I definitely think Agent 8 and OTH fit in it!

On the other hand, I think people immediately put Pearl and Marina into the ‘parenthood’ box, a little too eagerly. Not saying this specific ask is that, btw, it just reminded me of some instances i’ve seen.

I personally think that the relationship between OTH and Agent 8 is a little more nuanced & sibling-esque, for the following reasons:

1. Within canon, we often see 8 being referred to as a friend by both Pearl and Marina.

Pearl does it more explicitly (see that one interview at her house), whereas with Marina it’s more insinuated (ex. In the Side Order dev diaries, she starts calling Agent 8 as ‘Eight’, which is stated to be a name used by their friends).

Pearl seems to be an accidental-duck-parent of sorts who haphazardly collects octoling teenagers & young musical talent. It goes in line with her whole mentor-esque leader personality, and i’m sure these disoriented teens find relief in an idol who seemingly knows what she’s doing (she really doesn’t).

However she doesn’t act in a parental manner. More-so like your estranged gay cousin who hit it big in another country and is down to show your queer little butt the ropes.

Marina on the other hand seems to have a more empathetic approach with Agent 8 (opposite to Pearl’s brashness). Marina clearly connects with Agent 8 through their shared experience as defected octoling soldiers, and probably sees her younger self in them. She’s already caring as it is, but this is accentuated during octo expansion given the circumstances.

I feel however that, unlike Pearl, Marina has a bit of a harder time actually forming a bond with Eight at the beginning. Their similarities (seemingly) end at their shared experience, and probably leaves Marina awkwardly wondering how to approach them further. What we can assume though is that they become closer friends during OTH’s world tour, given the events described in the Memverse Dev Diaries.

Meeting Eight during difficult circumstances (OE) and helping them get out creates a sense of camaraderie between them, which probably devolves into genuine care, established friendship and a strong bond amongst the three overtime.

2. Pearl and Marina are very career-centric both in Splat 2 and 3.

It is reasonable that the two young idols, who see their fame and musical recognition rise spectacularly & fast, are not particularly interested in settling down at this point in their lives.

Now entering her late 20s, Pearl is most definitely still interested in keeping the ball rolling with Off the Hook’s international success. Her character often points towards restlessness, freedom and discovery. There has definitely been character development in regards to her maturity in Splatoon 3, but these aforementioned traits are still ever present in her demeanour & decision-making.

Marina on the other hand can be seen slowly blossoming from a supporting character to being her own person. She definitely develops more self-confidence by Splatoon 3, but is still naturally bashful. It’s clear that she is allowing herself to explore & open up to new things for her own sake. She remains a caring and somewhat nurturing individual, but she is at a stage where she’s learning to live for herself and not for others.

Parenthood (and all the responsibilities and sacrifices it entails) at this moment of their lives would probably freak Pearl out, and stunt Marina’s personal growth.

3. The age gaps between OTH and Agent 8 are too close for it to create a parent/kid bond.

This makes their relationship a little hazy in regards to roles; 8 is still young enough that they may seek out rolemodels and mentors (still relatively influenceable), but they’re also nearing their 20s. By this point they are fairly self sufficient, have a sense of their personal values & identity, and they are relatively responsible & mature.

Pearl and Marina are 8’s seniors by approximately 4-6 years. However, in Splatoon 2 they’re entering their early 20s and their career has just begun to take off.

They are both still relatively youngsters, albeit older & more mature(? glancing at Pearl) youngsters than 8. This places them in a position where they can guide 8 and offer certain support and resources, but lack the maturity and experience of a full-fledged adult. This would approximate their relationship closer to that of siblings in a family setting.

Pearl & Marina are also less likely to feel a duty towards Eight as an adult would with a child. Instead, the latter’s circumstances are more likely to incite feelings of rapport and compassion as a fellow young inkfish.

Now, with all of this said, I will acknowledge that friendship/found family is MUCH more nuanced than a strict binary.

From personal experience in my last years of college, I did find myself caring for my fellow freshmen as though they were my kids, in certain ways. Hell, I called them my kids.

I acted as a proud parent whenever some of them achieved something, attempted to pass down my knowledge to them, and was protective of them to a certain extent.

They also annoyed me sometimes, like younger people do haha. And i’m sure I annoyed them too!

So I wouldn’t put it past OTH to call Eight their kid and have this mentor/parent-esque rapport with them in certain circumstances.

This is all based both on canon & my own interpretations of it, but still closely aligned to what has been shown in-game.

So if you have a different interpretation of Agent 8 and OTH, that’s great! I love to see people’s personal headcanons. Ultimately, Agent 8 is meant to be somewhat of a blank slate for the players to mold, with some hinted-at personality traits of their own.

As long as you have fun with these characters, that’s all that matters. This is just my personal opinion on their relationship in-game.

If you read all of this, you deserve the biggest golden star for listening to my incessant yapping 🤲⭐️

Feel free to bother me about this or other opinions you may have in my inbox, just be kind please!

[hedgehog-moss]

I always underestimate how easy it can be to entertain a teenager. I have this preconception that small kids find everything fun even mundane stuff while teens are jaded and self-conscious and need elaborate or cool activities, but my teen cousins are visiting this week and when they arrived I was in the greenhouse having an issue with the filter in one of the tanks, so I asked them if they could catch all the fish from one tank and move them to the other tank, and they were delighted to be given little dip nets and sit on the edge of the tank to hunt fish for 20min. As I asked them to do it I was thinking, it’s like those duck-fishing fairground games from when they were toddlers, they’ll probably think it’s a bit cringe, and five minutes into it these jaded teenagers were like, hey it’s like duck fishing at the funfair when we were toddlers, I've missed it, it’s fun :D

[iwaasfairy]

FAIIRYYYYYYY!!!!!! WRITE FOR KENMA AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

a quick little smt smt because kenma has been on my mind since I watched the movIEEEE I loVE HIM O WANT hIM ♡♡

tw twincest, implied past underage content

“Don’t let the twins run off together without supervision,” your mom used to tell your aunt if she’d babysit. ‘Babysit’ as in lighten the load of two sneaky, restless pre-teens on your very overworked parents. Your brother was quiet, and shy around everyone that he didn’t know well, but he was always a force with you. One who knew what he wanted, and would get you to play along as long as you’d let him.

They’re up to no good, she’d pet your head with affection, but brows furrowed with something other. Aunts, cousins, family friends. Always said it with a certain look at you both, before leaning in to whisper— and you guess back then they knew something you didn’t.

Kenma probably knew. He just didn’t care you never did, because even with the added surveillance of older cousins he’d still find a way to dash off with your hand in his. Giggling and panting where you’d snuggle together in the alley behind the woodshed, or ducked into the pantry under the stairs to whisper and let him show you all kinds of things. Usually it was just the next enemy on his beat up Gameboy, or some cards he traded with Kuroo, or even a new trick with the ball. Sometimes it was something else, hand over your mouth when he told you to keep quiet.

“Your teacher told me a certain pair of twins always skip out on classes together,” your dad chastises over dinner one night after a big volleybal match. “Wonder which twins he could possibly be referring to.” This time it was the back room behind the gym equipment— only hastily cleaned up before the teachers stormed in. Can’t help it, a slight smile starts pulling at your lips.

You almost laugh when Kenma kicks your foot under the table, as your spoon clings too hard against the porcelain plates. “Just because Kenma does stupid boy stuff that will get him in trouble—” Your father’s thin glasses are down his nose as he looks at just you, interrupting your opened mouth to point your way, “doesn’t mean you have to join him. I really expect better from you kids.”

He acts like you’re supposed to know better. Maybe he should wonder if Kenma’s just convincing. It’s a simple and quick answer, he is. From the way Kenma slurps his soup, staring you down across the table under thick, playful lashes, you learn that apparently it’s more acceptable for boys to act mischievous. “Sorry, dad.” Big brother sighs.

Kenma’s feet grab yours to pull it up onto his chair, then plays with your toes so that you have to hold the giggle from breaking out in between the sharp breathing through your nose. “Sorry, daddy.” You parrot when he doesn’t let up, biting your lip at the way he pushes his thumb in.

Your dad is none the wiser, and just sighs. “You’re the older brother, Kenma. I want you to take care of your sister, not lead her astray.”

He does though, you want to say. Just maybe not in the way they’d like to see him care.

It’s only natural that you follow your big brother, your other half, across Tokyo after graduation. Into a bigger apartment where he can stream— when he asks it under hushed whispers trailing fingers down your arm. Of course you say yes.

It’s how you find yourself with your head on his lap, letting his long, skinny fingers trail through your hair as he sinks deeper into the couch. “D’you want some Thai too? I have to work at three so we can’t go out yet. That’s okay by you, right?” He’s so pretty from here, looks down at you with those sharp, calculating eyes with a softness reserved for just you.

“I’ll eat what you eat, nii nii,” you yawn, and also lift your upper half a bit more to press kisses to his hard cock, lick up the bead of glistening precum there. You’ll do whatever your twin wants you to do. You’ll do what you’ve always done.

Taking his cock into your mouth makes him let out the prettiest mumble, pushing up into your soft lips a little more as he agrees. “I know.” You let your head be pushes down as you hollow your cheeks around him, and choke just a little before you reach his pubes- pushing into the back of your throat. It’s hot, and he tastes so good. “I don’t need anyone else. Y’know that?”

“Mhm,” you’re nodding while pulling back, instead going to suck on his balls with an eager tongue. His cock twitches to get back to you. And the coy smile on your face as you look up from his lap makes him groan, holding the phone away from his mouth for a few seconds to watch you. “Guess we shouldn’t have been let off without supervision, huh?”

[woso-dreamzzz]

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[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #29

(#) = Notes at the end of post

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The Nasty Burger Explosion still happens, and Danny is left without his friends, family, and the only teacher who ever tried to help and encourage him in school. He manages to skirt around Vlad's custody by discovering a cousin of his Dad's he'd never heard about (1). He reached out to her, crying and begging for her to take him in. To not let Vlad anywhere near him.

Needless to say, after hearing a desperate teenager call her in tears and discover that besides Danny, her cousin Jack and his family had recently died in a horrible "accident," Lois nearly upends everything to go and get Danny from a middle of nowhere town in Illinois. After talking with Clark, of course. She didn't get one word in, however, cause he heard the entire phone call from the other room, though unintentionally.

After arranging for Mama Kent to watch over a still young Jon, they drove as fast as possible to meet this boy that already had their hearts in an iron grasp. When they first lay eyes on him, they immediately want to comfort him. His black hair is a tangled mess, his eyes bloodshot and red from crying. He sits in the corner of the school secretary's office, curled up in the small seat with an overstuffed backpack clutched tightly in a trembling, white-knuckled grip. A girl with dark skin and her hair held back by a headband sits with him, but she gets up and walks over as soon as she sees them enter the office. Danny doesn't seem to notice or even look up from where he's staring at the floor tiles.

"He's been hiding here for the last few days since he called you. He hasn't gone home once except to pack the bag he has with him." The girl explains. She holds out her hand to Lois for a handshake. "Valerie. You could say I'm a... friend of his (2). I'm assuming you're the cousin?"

Lois nods solemnly. "How's he been? He wouldn't tell me why he wouldn't go with his parent's first choice of custody. I've been worried."

Valerie grimaced and looked back at Danny before looking her directly in the eyes. "I can't say much without revealing anything i shouldn't. Let's just say Vlad has an unhealthy obsession with Danny, and it's unsafe to be around him. If he trusts you, he'll be the one to tell you the rest."

Clark and Lois share a look before they both nodded.

Valerie sees their acceptance and relaxes. She'd actually been tense the entire time she'd been talking with them.

"Well, with that said, I'll be going now." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked down with a sad expression. She looked back up at Lois with a deep sigh, and only then did Lois realize that Valerie looked to have been crying recently too. Looking between both adults, she made a quiet request. "Take care of him, will you?"

This time Clark is the one who finally speaks up. "You have our word he'll be safe and cared for."

Valerie's shoulders slump with a shuttering sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Once she left, Clark and Lois slowly approached Danny and sat to either side of him. Only then did he finally look up from the tiles and see them. His eyes ghosted over Lois but immediately locked onto Clark. He stared up at him, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Clark shrunk his broad form down a little, concerned his build might be intimidating for the young man. "Hi there, bud." He said in a soft tone. "I'm Clark and this is Lois. We're here to pick you up."

When introductions didn't seem to get a reaction from the teen, Clark's brow furrowed further. "Something wrong?"

Danny finally blinked and quickly ducked his head back down to look at the floor. "N-No." He croaked. "Sorry. For a moment there, I thought you were-" He choked on his words and seemed to have difficulty swallowing. He was shaking, his face hidden against his knees with one of his arms braced over his head to hide even further.

When he finally managed to finish his sentence, Clark's heart shattered completely.

"I th-thought you were my dad."

Clark looked at Lois with lost, watery eyes only to see she was in the same exact predicament. She couldn't stand seeing Danny so heartbroken any longer and leaned over to wrap him in a hug, Clark soon following. After a while of shushing and murmuring words of comfort, Lois gently spoke up.

"Why don't we get your things in the car and we can get on the road."

Extracting himself from their warm hold, Danny took a deep, shuttering breath before nodding.

"Okay."

"Is there anything else we need to get from the house? You have everything?"

Gripping his bag tightly to his chest, he nodded again. (3)

"Yeah. I do."

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Side Note:

(1) He found out through Tucker. He'd searched through Danny's family tree for any living relatives in case Vlad ever actually managed to kill Jack or something else happened to both his parents. He just never imagined it would be for this reason specifically.

(2) Yes, she knows Danny is Phantom now. She did not know before. She found out after she tried to pin the blame for Danny's friends and family on Phantom while Danny was in earshot, and he basically blew up at her and broke down. She's horrified and feels terrible, so don't be too hard on her. The confrontation also happened on school grounds with a bunch of other kids present, so a good majority of the student body knows now, too. If not from seeing it first hand, then by word of mouth. They're keeping it hush hush so nobody with bad intentions towards ghosts comes looking for Danny. Valerie will be the main defense against any ghosts that pop up, as well as a few other kids she trained.

(3) Before he left, Danny did disable and completely dismantle the ghost portal and translated all his parent's research into a code him, Sam, and Tucker came up with before destroying the originals as well as the entire lab itself. Natural ghost portals can still pop up in Amity Park tho, since the ghost portal kinda oversaturated the town with ectoplasm. Valerie and the kids she trained are just a precaution.

Haven't come up with a title for this one yet. I'll add it later when it pops into my head though.

Funny enough, this actually isn't what I planned to write for this prompt. It did involve Danny getting adopted into the Kent family, but there was going to be something entirely different happening. Apparently, the characters had other plans. Oh well, I'll save it for the next one, I guess. It might be a second part of this, actually. We'll see!

Enjoy the angst & hurt/comfort tho!

[rushtoprove]

our little secret

part one: revelations

pairing: aemond targaryen x f!reader chapter: 1 rating: teen and up word count: 4k+ summary: aemond promised to take you as his wife when the time was right and you had no reason to doubt him. but when news of his engagement to cassandra baratheon is announced, and your name is left ruined by his nightly visits to your chamber, you have no choice but to flee from the shame you have brought upon your family and to run from the man you love. but not all is as it seems warnings: sexual references and nsfw scenes. period typical misogyny and course language. chapters: 1 / 2

From the moment you were born, you were told your only importance was how successful your marriage would be for the furtherment of your family. Your older brother would inherit your father’s titles and his lands, but all you had was a dowery that you could not touch for it would belong to your future husband. You were told that the only skills you needed were to please the men around you in hopes that they might take a liking and to learn the customs that make a good wife.  

“Your future depends on tonight. Every eligible suitor shall be at this ball, and you must present yourself perfectly. Do not let your family down.” You felt your mother tug your hair with extra force as she readied you for the great feast to honour the king on his name day. 

“Yes mother.” You whispered, desperate for her to approve.  

“We have spent much gold on this dress so do not make it needless. We will not have you come back without a suiter again.” Taking in the bright blue silk that pressed tightly against you, forcing your chest to push up further than you thought possible, you bowed your head in obedience. You wished to tell her that every other gathering only presented halfwits and morons, but you would never dare speak to her that way. She would tell you to be grateful that the men had looked at you and that their house name would provide stability and protection. She would curse you for being ungrateful and spoilt, making it much easier to simply keep your mouth shut. 

“I shall make you proud mother.” You wanted to. Gods, all you wanted was your family’s love and gratification, but you would not be looking for a suiter tonight. You would not allow the Lannister lord to sneak you to the gardens to talk, nor would you allow the Baratheon boy to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. The cousin of the House Strong would not be allowed to read you his poetry and you would certainly not allow the first-born Tyrell to steal a kiss is the dark. No one would court you, for you were taken. You just needed time to explain it to your family. They would not understand just yet.  

“Come. You are ready for them to see you, and what a sight you are.” Submissive to your mother’s order, you stood and followed numbly behind her. The walk to the hall was a blur of noise and colour. Your father always had to be leading, standing tall in front of the courts. You all belonged to a small house, nameless years ago, but your father had built his power through his cunning ways. But as powerful as he considered himself, your house was still a small one meaning you were one of the first to enter the hall. Not many were there to see your entrance, but your father kept his head high and his strut powerful. You admired his dedication to the role. 

“I am sure your mother has told you what is expected of you tonight.” His fierce gaze did not waver as you quickly ducked into a curtsey. 

“Yes father.” Your family had told you of their expectations since you came of age, but they had fallen into the habit of repeating it whenever they were with you. For a year, you had remained without a suiter and your family were blind to the reason. They thought you too plain to keep any man’s interest, and too dull to be admired.  

“Good girl.” No one suspected it you who was keeping the admirers away. That you would tear up the love letter’s that would arrive in the aftermath of these feasts, or that you would decline the company of countless men without fail. Some even found themselves threatened with fire and blood, but it was not you who terrorized them so. 

“The Lannister Lord was quite taken with you after Princess Helaena’s name day celebrations. Perhaps try and make him remember that affection.” Your brother tried to spur you on affectionately, hoping his advice would help you. Again, you simply bowed your head and cast down your eyes.  

“Here., He comes!” Your mother hissed, quickly reaching out and tugging your cheeks to brighten them. Your father instantly stood to attention while your brother quickly squeezed your arm in fondness. Not one cared that Jason Lannister was a year older than your father. 

“You shall shine bright tonight little sister.” He whispered in your ear before nudging your forward. Your whole family bowed in respect for the higher born lord, but he paid no attention as he shamelessly stared at your breasts. 

“Ah my little dove! You disappeared so quick the last time we met! I thought to never see you again!” Without permission, he pulled your hand roughly to his lips. He may have been more considerate if he not already drowning in his cups. 

“My apologies Lord Lannister.” It was challenging to not turn up your nose in disgust and turn away from the proud bastard, but you remained passive under the gaze of your blood. He was still yet to look at your face. 

“I hear the royal family are meeting so they shall not be attending for a little while longer. Let us dance to fill in the time.” You wanted to decline, but your heart squeezed at his words. The smallest reminder and you were caught in your own mind. Senselessly you agreed and repressed the shiver that ran down your spine as he grasped your waist and dragged you to the centre of the dancefloor. Other couples joined to line up beside you and Jamie Lannister finally lifted his gaze from your chest, only to stare at Cassandra Baratheon’s beside you. You watched as she lowered her gaze and giggled, slyly looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She was good at this little play.  The music jolted everyone to attention, and you slowly moved to the beat, dreading the feeling of Lord Lannister’s hands in yours. It was not his touch that you wished to feel right now. You only cared for the touch of another.  

“King Viserys Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Prince of Dragonstone! And his wife Queen Alicent of House Hightower!” The dance was holted and the courtiers fell into a silent bow as the announcement was made. You felt your breath catch and against your will, your neck craned to find a glimpse of who you had been desperate to see.  

“And their children! Prince Aegon Targaryen, Prince Aemond Targaryen, Prince Daeron Targaryen and the Princess Helaena Targaryen!” The family stepped forth into the hall, hands clasped behind their back as they walked straight through the parted crowd. No one dared to look too long, out of fear they may disrespect the royal family, and you too kept your eyes firmly downcast. You heart grew louder in your ears as the echo of footsteps grew closer, before stopping altogether as you gazed them walking in front of you. 

“They better have poured my wine.” You heard Prince Aegon moan as he came to walk past you. 

“You drink more than a Braavosi seahorse.” The sound from Prince Aemond was something you often longed to hear and left goosebumps all over you. The deep voice was enough to have you blushing, thinking back to the scandalous things he had whispered to you the very night before. 

This was your secret. Aemond Targaryen, the second prince to King Viserys, and the proud rider of the fierce dragon Vaghar, was your lover. Every night he would take the secret passage to your chamber and claim you, over and over. He would worship your body and be floored by your mind while praising the gods they had sent you to him. He adored you, and you him. But it had to remain your little secret. Your family would not believe you would be able to capture a prince, no matter how high they wanted you to marry. 

That’s why you prayed no one saw him extend his finger to brush through your hair as he walked by you. 

“Please! Be relaxed!” The king laughed. Releasing a breath, everyone went back to standing straight and watching as the Targaryen family took to their seats. King Viserys began a speech, thanking all those who had come to attend his celebration, and you tried to pay attention. You truly tried. But Aemond had yet to move his gaze from you, leaving you blushing and trying not to make eye contact for too long. It had been a year since you had given yourself to him, and yet it still left you dizzy as if it the first time you received his attention.  

“Aegon sure loves his cups.” You had forgotten that Jason Lannister remained in your presence and flinched as he whispered into your ear with his foul breath. He leaned against you, making you almost buckle under his weight in shock. It was impossible to miss the way Aemond’s gaze darkened. You tried to politely move away from the man, but you could not leave your position without him falling to the ground. For the rest of the speech, you tried desperately to ignore the weight, and the smell, of Lord Lannister and instead tried to remember something else to take your mind of it.  

Watching Aemond draw his goblet to his lips, you remembered the feeling of his tongue making its way down your naked form, the feeling of his mouth on your most sensitive parts. The feeling of ecstasy as he made you crumble beneath it for the fourth time that night. The memory of last night made your experience much easier to bear. 

“Now let us dance and be merry! Let us have some music!” The band were quick to restart the song, and everyone scrambled to take their places. It was a flurry of skirts and elbows, everyone desperate to fulfil the wishes of the king. You were dragged to your spot by Lord Lannister, who you did not know could even stand straight. Quickly readying yourself, you paid no attention to who lined up beside you.  

“Thank you for dancing with me.” A sweet voice laughed beside you, as you flattened your skirt and pulled at the cuffs of your sleeves. You felt ridiculous in such heavy layers during the summer, but your father thought keeping the coverage would show your purity. 

“Anything for you sweet sister.” With a jolt, your head swung up to see Aemond standing proudly, leaving Jamie darkened by his shadow. You had yet to see Aemond dance in public as he had only danced with you twice, privately, and under the influence of too much wine. His eye remained staring at you, and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your lips. Only you would have noticed the way his lips also curved upwards. 

“Princess Helaena. Prince Aemond. It shall be an honour to have you as our dance partners.” Lord Lannister was breathless at the sight of Aemond, as may often were. The respect he had gained from his fighting skills and philosophies often either intimidated or attracted the court. You quickly bowed in agreement. 

“A pleasure.” You whispered. Helaena simply giggled before holding out her hand to her younger brother. You mimicked the move to Jamie and watched Aemond tense as your hand was squeezed much too tightly. The band began the music once more and everyone began moving in sync. You did not allow yourself to get too close to the Lannister, but the moment you spun into Aemond’s arms you felt yourself be pulled flush against the prince. The proximity could easily be seen as a part of the dance, but everyone was blind to the way both your bodies were alight with the familiar feeling of desire.  

“I do not intend to spend too long here my love. I do hope you intend to leave soon.” His voice was hushed as he pulled your body up and spun you around to the dance. 

“Whatever my prince desires.” You breathed out as your mouth leant close to his ear. He spun you so that your back was pressed tightly to his chest and lifted your arm to trail his fingers along. 

“You know what I desire. Make sure your servants make your bath than retire for the night. I will take care of the rest.” 

+++ 

It was not two minutes after your maids did retire that night, that the hidden door into your room swung open widely. You had no time to prepare before Aemond had you wrapped up in his arms and his hand tangled into your hair. 

“You look fucking delicious in that dress.” He moaned as he moved his face to bury into your chest. You laughed and tried to push him away mockingly but took delight in the way he pressed his lips tightly against yours. You sighed at the feeling and cherished the way you felt him relax in a way that he would only do for you.  

“You may take me as many times as you like tonight Aemond, but I need to bathe first. Jason Lannister spilt his wine all over me.” You cursed that you had to break away from his kiss, but the stickiness of your skin was unbearable. 

“I should have cut him down right then and there. How dare he touch what is mine?” Aemond hissed but you both fell silent. How was he to know? No one was aware of your arrangement yet. Aemond first needed to gain permission from his family to have you as his wife, a proposition which you had accepted long ago. It was hard to find the right time, however due to the king’s ailing heath and rising tensions amongst the royal family. You did not mind. You would wait a lifetime for him. 

“Come and join me my darling. I want to wash your hair.” You ignored the heaviness of the room, and instead walked backwards while guiding him by his hand. He smiled lovingly at you and brought your hands to his lips.  

“I crave nothing more.” When you reached the tub, he moved to stand behind you and began to unlace the back of your gown. He could not go two seconds without kissing the back of your neck. 

“Pay attention! The bath will get cold.” You tried to reprimand him, but your eyes screwed shut in pleasure to which he took great delight. It took longer than it should have, but when you were both finally bare you watched as he lowered himself into the water. His eyes raked over your naked form as if he was seeing it for the first time. 

“Moulded from the gods.” He breathed out in reverence. Once upon a time, his attention was overwhelming. Now you were filled with nothing but bliss. You joined him but kneeled before him instead of laying against his chest. 

“Do come closer I might catch a chill.” He frowned, making you giggle as the steam that rose from the almost scorching water almost made it impossible to see one another. 

“Not until you are as bare as me.” Biting your lips, you placed your hands on your thighs and stared at him expectingly. Aemond held your gaze for some seconds, before humming begrudgingly.  

“Fine. But you take it off. I wish to use my hands elsewhere.” Crawling forward so you leaned on top of him, Aemond grabbed your hips and quickly nipped at your shoulder. 

“Ow.” You cried out in fake shock as your hands moved up towards the back of his head. Fumbling around, you loosened his eyepatch enough so that you could slip the leather off his head. He did not break eye contact as his missing eye became exposed, and in its place a perfectly carved sapphire. Delicately running you finger down the side of his face, you pressed a small kiss on his scarred eyebrow. 

“Perfect.” Your sigh was enough for him to pull you down to him and yet again pull you in to a feverish kiss. Aemond allowed his hands to clutch desperately at your body before flipping you over. Holding your breath, you felt both your bodies submerge under the water, but he refused to break the kiss. You cried out in shock and could not stop laughing as you broke through the surface. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” You giggled as you pushed your soaking hair from your face. He smiled lazily at you as he reclined back into the bathtub, slowly tugging you with him. 

“Well, you needed me to soak my hair for you to wash it did you not?” With an eyebrow raised expectantly, Aemond pushed forward the rosewater left behind for your own hair. No one would know the way Aemond was behind your closed doors, and you were devoted to keeping it your little secret. You moved to sit behind him and allowed his body to relax into yours as you began massaging your fingers a top his skull. It was a comfortable silence as you washed him and with closed eyes, Aemond moaned at your touch. 

“I must admit something to you.” He only spoke once you had rinsed his hair and his voice was nothing more than a whispered. 

“What must you confess?” 

“I discussed my future proposal with my father.” Your fingers stopped for a second, before hesitantly running down the fallen strands. 

“What of it?” You whispered. You were no fool. You knew that the royal family would not simply allow their son to marry such a lowborn lady. But you could not help but hope for dear life that they had. 

“I have requested that I chose who I shall wed. And he has agreed.” Pushing Aemond forward, you stared at him with widened eyes. 

“You jest.” You glared at him but could not slow your beating heart. Shaking his head, Aemond clasped your hands together with sincerity. 

“Not of this. I have given much to my family. This is all I have asked for and he says it is to be granted.” 

“You're making a fool of me.” Pushing Aemond away, you quickly climbed from the bath and wrapped yourself in a gown, concealing yourself from his gaze. He was quick to follow, calling for you as he followed to your bedroom. 

“You think me a liar?” Grasping your shoulders, he turned you to face him. His heart broke at the sight of the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. 

“You are a prince. You will not be allowed to marry me.” You tried hard, but a sob racked your body and you desperately tried to spin away from his sight. His hands firmly kept you facing him. 

“I told you long ago that I would marry you. And when have I ever broken a promise? We are made to fit against one another my love. Without you I would lose half my heart, half my soul! I will not allow you to be taken from me and I have made it clear to my father! He has agreed! I swear it on my mother’s soul! You shall be my wife and you shall be the mother of my children! I would not jest of my love for you.” You could not speak for all that left your mouth were cries. Bundling you up in his arms, Aemond tightly pressed himself to you. 

“You are my love. My light. If I am not with you, I shall die the most painful death, I just know it. I love you. I promise you this. You shall be my wife.” 

You believed him. 

+++ 

The next day, you found yourself nervously pacing your families' quarters, awaiting your father. You brother stared at you as if you were a mad woman, but your mother was too caught up in her own excitement. She could not believe her husband had been called to a private audience with the king. 

“Gods. What could it be about!?” She clutched her pearls as she too paced around the room. Your brother simply sat upon the couch, amused by the women in his life.  

“I hear the master of coins is to retire. Perhaps father is to be offered the position.” He put forward the idea casually, but your mother burst into hysterics at the mere thought. You, however, knew what was being said. You had wished Aemond had given you time to explain to your family the relationship you shared with the young prince. It would surely come as a shock. 

“WHERE IS SHE!?” You father’s voice shook the doors from the mighty boom. Everyone jumped in shock. 

“What...” 

“WHERE IS THAT FUCKING WHORE!?” The very words struck you and you felt your insides crawl. You were instantly nauseas. You knew if you were truly engaged to a prince your father would have wept with pride. Doing your best to suppress your dread, you assured yourself.  

Aemond had promised. 

The doors burst open, and everyone watched in horror as your father strode in and grasped your shoulders tightly. 

“You wench!” He cried out before tossing you towards your brother. He leaped to his feet to catch your stumbling form. 

“Father I...” 

“You have shamed this family! You have RUINED YOURSELF! YOU ARE TARNISHED! WHAT SANE PERSON WOULD WANT YOU NOW! YOU FOOLISH FUCKING WHORE!” You father’s words cut deep, and you instantly began shaking. Desperately looking between your family members, you felt your breath quicken and your mind began to race. 

“Lord husband? What is the meaning of this?” Your mother cried as she moved to grab his arm, but your father simply twisted from her and pointed his finger close to your face. 

“Your whore of her daughter has bedded Prince Aemond! The word has gotten to his father the king!” Your mother shouted in disagreement, but you felt your brother’s supportive grip loosen. 

“Father please I...” 

“He has banished you! He has requested I take you from the Red Keep this very instant! He says he is ashamed of such debauchery taking place beneath his ceilings!” You cried out at his words, and tried to stumble away, but your father would not allow you. 

“There must be some mistake!” Your mother tried to protect you, but your brother spun you to face him. Wiping away your tears, he looked at you in sympathy. 

“What did he promise you?” Your father shouted at the question and quickly took to pacing the room. 

“He loves me.” Your voice was a whimper, leaving you unable to defend yourself against your father's onslaught. 

“He desires you little sister. He is incapable of love. He is a man with royal tastes. He is just like his brother.” You began shaking your head at his mocking words and struggled to free yourself from his tight grip.  

“You do not understand! He loves me. He promised he would...” You began sobbing before you could finish the sentence making your brother click his tongue in pity. 

“Do you not see? You’ve been tricked. Did he promise your marriage? He is an heir to the throne! The marriage of a Prince is a political matter. You think he would simply be allowed to choose you as his wife? What would you offer the throne? You are a fool. He has tricked you sister and left you shamed.” You moaned in disagreement at the taunting before yet again trying to break his hold. Crying out in anger, you began kicking backwards. 

“You do not understand! He has been promised! He is to marry me!” 

“He has fooled you. You are disgrace by his actions.” 

“No! I must see him! He has requested my hand! He asked his father to marry me!” You heard your father scoff at the words, and soon he began laughing hysterically. The noise made your heaving chest rattle even louder and you desperately shook your head. 

“He is not here you wretched fool! Listen to your brother! His marriage has been planned for months now! All the court knows! Everyone but you because you have been too busy hiding yourself from the truth of the matter. You have acted as a lovesick fool and now our family name must pay the price.” The mocking was met with your desperate rejections, but your body began to weaken. 

“No.” You whined out in anguish. 

“Aemond Targaryen has ridden with Lady Cassandra Baratheon.” You whimpered now, still shaking your head at your fathers' cruel words. 

“Please.” 

“For he wishes to ask her father for her hand directly.” Collapsing to the floor, you became numb to your mothers' sobs and your brothers tuts. Your father leant down to your crippled form and roughly took your chin so that you had no choice but took look at him. 

“Yes. Prince Aemond is to marry. And you are to be banished from his sight for the rest of your years. You are ruined my daughter. You are a shame on the family name. There is a carriage that is to take you on a ship, and from there you shall sail to Dorne. You shall live away from the mess you have created. Perhaps it mercy the king has sent you away from the scandal that shall no doubt brew. You are an embarrassment and a fool.  We hope to never see your whore of a face again.” Your father’s cruel snarl shook you, but you felt yourself falling further and further into a depression.  

You thought of Aemond’s promise. You thought of his laughter and his kisses. You thought of the feeling of his hands on your skin, his lips on yours. His whispers of their future. But everything seemed to be crumbling inside your memory. How had you allowed him to lead you on for over a year? Had it all been an empty promise?  

Did he ever truly love you?  

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Teen (human) duck cousins on grandma’s farm :)

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From what I can tell, in the actual books there's just one line from Sirius saying Alphard left him some gold, and not much other canon mention of him. How did Alphard become such a big character in your fics/Tom Riddle's love interest?

You know, that's a very good question.

The true and full story behind how Alphard Black became an important character in our fics is laden with a lot of spoilers and back-and-forth, though I will say it wouldn't have happened at all if @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin hadn't already used him in When Harry Met Tom. When we later then needed to add a character for The Man Who Would Be King, Alphard's name lent itself easily and on discussion we found he was the only that really fit the role we needed a character to play. He went on to become a surprisingly large part of secret fic, now we've imprinted on him like baby ducks and he's in everything.

So, what makes Alphard Black so fitting for what we need him to be?

We have little to go on from canon, but compared to some of the other characters fandom has decided on characterisation for, we at least have something to go on when we make stuff up. Oh, we have to conjecture, fabricate, and headcanon away, and for every possible Alphard Black we draft up someone could have used those same clues to create a different Alphard, but we would both be following certain constraints.

By contrast, characters like Alice Longbottom or Abraxas Malfoy have very strong fanon characterizations, a lot read into them, but I'd argue we have just as much, if not slightly more, to go on with Alphard Black.

With that said, here is the information we have on Alphard and how Muffin and I used every bit of it to make up as much as we could.

Teen pregnancy 1.0: Pollux edition

Alphard's sister was born when their father Pollux Black was twelve, and his father married her mother. Going by his young age, I assume this was so Walburga wouldn't be a bastard. Walburga, by her painting's ravings, appears to have spent all her life in 13 Grimmauld Place, she feels a connection to "the house of my fathers" and always had a strong sense of Black identity she tried to pass on to her sons: I think it's a very fair assumption that the Blacks raised the baby, and not her mother's family (as her mother would have been in Hogwarts as well or else a statutory rapist, either case spells a grim homelife for Walburga).

Now, Alphard's birthdate is unknown since he's struck off the family tree, but it was sometime between 1925 and 1938.

Muffin and I have decided that he was born the next year, since this gives Tom a dorm mate, and more importantly it gives Alphard a teen father, one who learned nothing from last year and assumed no responsibility. Tom now has a fucked up dorm mate, and we didn't have to (completely) invent a character.

You now have two kids raised by family members not their parents since their father is a literal thirteen-year-old, and the generational age gap is so narrow that when Walburga starts school her paternal aunt Dorea is canonically a fifth year. They want for nothing materially and the family does step up, but the complete parental absence in their life has an impact.

For the sake of funny, we thought Arcturus Black, who is already raising Lucretia and Orion, is our candidate for raising his cousin's spawn. Now Walburga's marriage to her second cousin is to someone who was raised alongside her, which is funny and so awful. Another feasible candidate is Cygnus Black, Pollux's father and currently raising four kids, but... not as funny.

Teen pregnancy 2.0: Cygnus edition

Cut to 1951. Alphard is a happy bachelor, his father has stopped having kids (legitimate ones anyhow), Walburga's happily married to their cousin, and then... their brother Cygnus does a booboo.

Bellatrix is born, Cygnus is thirteen. Andromeda's birthdate is unknown, but must have been while he was in Hogwarts because Narcissa is born in 1955, while he is still seventeen.

The same problem as with Pollux arises with Bellatrix: who wants baby? And, as with Walburga, I think a fair argument could be made that the Blacks took her in, not the Rosiers.

There are many options here (and can't rule out the Rosiers), but I think it's fair to assume Bellatrix went to live with close family.

Per the Black family, this gives us three options that I find feasible: Walburga, Alphard, and Pollux.

I don't think it was Walburga, I think that would inevitably have come up in canon, either as Walburga lost her shit when Andromeda eloped, handled her grief differently after Regulus died if she had surrogate daughters, or Sirius had a different dynamic with Bellatrix. The Orion-Walburga-Sirius-Regulus family unit doesn't come across at all as having had three nieces raised alongside the boys, so Walburga's a no.

Which leaves us with Alphard, Pollux, someone in the Rosier family, or extended Black family raising Bellatrix.

Pollux, per his wild youth, might not be topping the lists. One could posit that Pollux wants a second shot at parenting and would take in his granddaughter based on this, but he already has Cygnus if he wanted a second shot at parenting. Still, he's a candidate.

So is Alphard, however, who is living alone and has no wife to worry about, no children of his own, and a pile of gold. Per his choice to give Sirius gold after he ran away, one can also assume he's one to come through for family, which fits with taking in his much younger brother's daughter.

TL;DR: we can't prove Alphard Black didn't raise the Black sisters, or at least care for them in their early years, but someone must have and it might as well have been him.

Let there be no pregnancies and no marriages

We then enter the bit that had Muffin go "oh, gay. I will use him in my fic" long before any of the detective nonsense to come up with the above, which is that Alphard did not marry. Now, that could mean anything, perfectly straight people don't marry and gay people do marry.

However, from 1938 through 1960, no Black heirs are born. Which isn't necessarily a long time, on the contrary, Cygnus has been supplying the family with children for years now, luck just had it so they're all daughters who can't pass on the family name.

Still, taking a step back, Orion, Walburga, Alphard, and Lucretia (who married a Prewett) are all adults who are just not having any children. The Orion and Walburga are perhaps not even married, we don't know when they married, and it could be they married specifically because neither of them had found anyone else to marry and there were no sons. Alternatively, they married earlier but then did not have children until they were in their mid-thirties. Considering Lucretia's childless marriage, it might be some Blacks struggled with infertility.

A bit of nerding about why I think Walburga waiting so long to have children is odd

The tldr for Western European demographics is that if you can afford to have children and provide for your family, you will marry and have children early. The upper classes have historically married and had children much younger than the lower classes because of this. The mother's education will also impact when she has children - higher education means having children later.

I think we see this reflected in the wizarding world, in that education is both low (arguably nonexistent, considering the curriculum at Hogwarts) and in magic making material considerations Muggles must make obsolete. And we do see a lot of young parents - Lily and James are both 20 when they have Harry, Andromeda is maximum 24 when she has Nymphadora Tonks, Molly Weasley is 20 when she has Bill, Narcissa is 25 when she has Draco, Fleur would have been 23-25 when she had Victoire, Harry and Ginny are 26 and 25 when they have James Sirius, Hermione and Ron are 26-27 when they have Rose...

Young is the norm.

And with the Blacks, who were lineage obsessed, and where Walburga is never reported to have had a career keeping her busy, I find it very interesting that Walburga doesn't have children until she's 35.

There are three possible explanations I can see:

Walburga and Orion didn't want to have children, and waited for Alphard or Cygnus to get on with it, only for Cygnus to only have daughters and Alphard to have no children at all (bit unlikely since they had two sons, a couple who pointedly did not want children would have called it quits after the first)

They had fertility issues

Walburga and Orion did not instantly marry, but waited for years until it became clear Orion wasn't going to find anybody else, Alphard apparently not either, and Cygnus said "fuck you all, I've contributed three kids already", at which point Walburga and Orion were both single, both cared about the lineage, and went for it.

We've gone for option 2 since it's just funnier to have a pair of cousins all over each other at Hogwarts, "Aren't they-" "Yes and they're very happy together :)", but I think option 3 is pretty feasible too.

Either way, you can read into Walburga and Orion from the late births of their children and you also get free Alphard characterisation, because his choice not to marry starts to look rather pointed.

Back to Alphard

While the Blacks were not dying out at the time, they also weren't swimming in children. Only Cygnus was passing on the family name, and that was exclusively to daughters, and he went on to have no more (legitimate) children after leaving school. Pollux wasn't having any more (legitimate) children, and while there are and grandfathers uncles on the family tree who could do the deed they were quite old, many unmarried, and most importantly they canonically had no children.

We're down to Alphard, Orion, and Cygnus having to pass on the family name, with Orion and Walburga a decade into their marriage with no sons to show for it. Sure, Cygnus could have sons, but that would be placing all their dragon eggs in one dragon basket (and indeed, he had no sons).

Why doesn't Alphard marry?

The family must have brought it up, if not pressured him. Alphard not marrying in a world where arranging a match would have been the easiest thing in the world looks to me like a deliberate refusal.

The giving of the money to the Sirius

This all brings us to the one thing we know for sure that Alphard did in his life: he willed money to Sirius after he'd been disowned.

We know Alphard was not a blood traitor prior to this, or he'd have been burned off earlier.

I frankly take this to mean Alphard most likely subscribed to pureblood supremacy, or at least he did not mind it enough to do anything else to cross his family. Giving money to Sirius isn't a political act, it's an uncle providing for a family member who has suddenly lost everything.

(And, if we assume Alphard himself is gay: it's an uncle who sees his nephew run away from home to be with his best friend, and perhaps drawing a few conclusions of his own about the strength of Sirius's friendship to James. There are many ways to interpret his choice to support Sirius financially, is what I'm saying.)

It also seems a distinct overreaction to me that Walburga would burn him off the family tapestry for something like this, and... it seems very much like one angry, mourning, woman's way of hurting a brother she can no longer confront. If she had been hoping Sirius wouldn't make it out in the wild and be forced to return, then Alphard giving him money would be a betrayal of the highest order.

Walburga putting a cigarette to her wallpaper isn't the same as the entire Black family disowning Alphard posthumously, it's an act of grief and anger.

Where we make things up wholesale

I'll go ahead and assume Alphard was gay, had a good and stable but slightly fucked up family life, and got overly attached to his dorm mate Tom Riddle as a stranger to all of this who perhaps seemed above it all. I also vote he raised Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda, because it's a more interesting option than Pollux. (In case you didn't notice, Muffin and I subscribe to the Black family being as fucked up as we can reasonably make them.)

Vinelle, what was the point of this?

My point is that we may not have any canon appearances to go on with Alphard Black, but we do have dates, biographical facts, what he did with his will, a few statements from Walburga's insane painting and other characters, and a whole lot of imagination. And an obsessive tendency.

And a willingness to say "Mm, no. Can't read. Sorry, that fact's just wrong." when we don't like things (more specifically, Sirius's phrasing making it sound like Alphard died not too long after Sirius ran away from home, which would make him dead for The Man Who Would Be King, a fic that takes place in 1982. We will assume Sirius meant "gave", not "left".)

Wee.

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Quack Pack Summer - Huey, Dewey and Louie vacationing with their sisters, cousins, brothers and friends and girlfriends in Hawaii - Quack Pack AU - Summer - Duckverse - Quack Pack - My version - Gift for my friend

I drew and finished it on 7/31, just in time for this seventh month.

Although summer started on June 21, which is the longest day of the year, summer is certainly not worth it without the most important item, which is swimming and enjoying the beach by the sea or by rivers or lakes. So in these months we can enjoy rest and sunbathing as well as fun on the beach and good swimming. So I drew my favorite characters (preteens and teens to be exact) from Quack Pack or my Quack Pack AU versions as they play. Dugan Duck (Fethry's nephew) and Shamrock Gander (Gladstone's nephew) built a great sandcastle, and Newton (Gyro's nephew) eats ice cream, and Louie Duck, who loves animals, rides a dolphin. Besides them there are also Gosalyn Mallard, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, April, May and June Duck (Daisy's nieces), Honker Muddlefoot, Webby Vanderquack, Phooey Duck and Zico and Zeca Carioca (Jose Carioca's nephews).

I hope you like this drawing and this idea of ​​a summer where they are enjoying themselves and probably in Hawaii. So the music along with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbfbnjSHs3A

If you like this, feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use these same ideas without mentioning me. Thank you!

Also this is a gift for my friend @fllowerrpowerrr who is a Quack Pack fan like me. I hope you like this, I just added my characters (regular characters from other cartoons and comics from Duckverse actually), if you don't mind. ;) And for all of you who love these characters. Enjoy your summer as much as you can, as well as your vacation, given the intense heat these days.

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TOH x MCYT au

Philza ;

Witch

Cursed / Crow Beast

Wild Witch but is mature about it.

Enjoys Potions and Beast magic.

Crow Palisman

Tommy ;

Grimwalker mix of Philza and Techno. Philza does know, Techno sorta knew. Tommy Doesn't know.

Philza's student.

Enjoys being a wild witch, immature about it.

Pig Palisman from Techno, Bee Palisman.

Ranboo ;

Witch

Disabled Witch, teleports glitch-ingly.

Uses illusion magic mainly. Uses it to appear more like a demon featured witch to hide from others. Also uses Oracle magic.

On the run.

Sphinx Cat Palisman.

Techno ;

Demon/Witch mix.

Traveled while Tommy was a kid, past away by saving Tommy from a Titan.

Had a Pig Palisman.

One of the few wild witches left.

Philza's and Tommy's Adoptive Brother.

Slimecicle ;

Human

Secretly Cursed

Uses illusion magic and Abomination magic.

No one knows much about him. They don't know he's human or cursed. He keeps Juanaflippa a secret.

No Palisman..

Villain

Tubbo ;

Witch

Not a wild witch. In the healing coven against his will.

Prefers Plant magic.

Has a wolf Palisman.

Quackity ;

Witch

Not a wild witch. Forced into Oracle. Prefers Beast.

Has a duck Palisman.

Other

Eggs ;

All eggs are Titans ( but are stylized to look a bit more different from each other ) except for Code Flippa and Gegg. Which are both Collectors.

Other: not a swap AU, literally just them as their characters. I will be updating with more ! ( not exclusive to just qsmp/dsmp ( which i havent watched dsmp anyway ) members, will be including ldshadow lady and stampy; etc :)

Some newer additions, the first stuff was a bit older as of 6 / 17 / 2024.

Philza, Schlatt and Slime made a Grimwalker from a bit of Philza and what was left of Techno. Thus, making Tommy. Grimwalkers in this AU age fast until teen years, where memory actually starts. Tommy doesn't know what he is. Tommy is 20 when things begin.

Tommy will get wings later after some arc or smth. Same with Philza, he too has a bird beast, a Crow form. He also gets a Crow harpy form.

Philza is a long distant cousin of the Clawthornes.

Slimecicle is one of the antags, he also has a curse where he becomes a slime beast ( similar to Belos ). He learned how to make grimwalkers because of Schlatt and Philza. After losing Flippa he lost Mariana, and made Grimwalker Flippa. He pretends to be a shopkeeper and restocks Philza's potions. He is a human while every one else is a witch.

Philza only has Chayanne and Tommy, but eventually finds Tallulah.

Ranboo bumps into Tommy and adventure begins tldr.

And before someone asks in case they dont know: the grimwalker thing is a HEADCANON, the owl house never showed us, but its assumed they are born as teenagers or sped up aging until teen years. But that being said, Tommy is chronologically ( and technically bilogically ) and mentally 20 by the time the story begins. Tho there won't be any shipping , i just wanna make that clear.

( i do not support dream or wilbur thus they will not be in this AU at all. )

This AU is still new so its lore is a mess, sorry abt that.

[whereisloe]

“ Now I made it awkward, why did you let me do it? ” 🌬️🌳

farleigh start x reader

childhood best friends troupe - warnings n/a

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There you were.

Amidst the crowd of a bunch of sweaty, red-faced men. Your smile was beaming as you looked over shoulder, surely making some sort of intense eye contact with the guy behind you. Holding up your hand as you grind your ass against him.

Farleigh scoffed as though it were no surprise his cousin had sunk his filthy talons into you, already. The drink in his hand became heavy as you spun on your heels and tossed your arms over Felix’s neck. You brought your lips to his ear as his hand trailed dangerously low down the small of your back. You didn’t seem to mind it, though.

The people sitting around him in the booth paid no mind to where Farleigh’s attention wavered instead, they regained it by shouting out for him to finish his shot. He complied letting his eyes fall from you and Felix for only a split moment but by the time he’d glance back up, the two of you had disappeared. Just as quickly as you had left, Farleigh let the thought and sight of you slip his mind.

“Farleigh!” You chased after the teen, jumping over rubble and debris in the process. Unrelenting with his speed, Falreigh left you far behind as he disappeared into the abandoned tunnel. “Farleigh! Don’t leave me back here” You shouted even louder as you took your time down the dangerous path that led underneath the highway. Once you reached the bottom, you peered into the entrance and noticed Farleigh had already been seated with his feet pressed up against the other side of the small tunnel. “Asshole” You muttered before ducking into the tunnel mirroring the way he sat but with straight knees, considering your height.

“I had to make sure it was still here” Farleigh had been finicking with something before handing you a lighter. You watched curiously until that ‘something’ was presented before you with an over-enthusiastic “Ta-da!”

“Where did you-” You looked over at the entrance of the tunnel before lowering your voice. “Where did you get this?” You grabbed the joint from his fingers and looked it twice over.

“May have swiped one or two off my dad before he left for his business trip. He kinda just had it laying out” Farleigh said rather nonchalantly as he pulled another out from the khakis he wore. He brought the roll up to his lips before leaning forward, gesturing for you to light the end of his. You did just that before hesitantly bringing yours to your lips. “Well?” Farleigh would further urge you with his tone.

“I’ve never…”

“You’re kidding” He’d replied astonished but moreso, guilty like he felt bad for putting you on the spot like this. “Here, just inhale” You pinched the burning joint he offered and inhaled. Farleigh laughed as you coughed up the remaining smoke from your lungs and laid your head down as your coughs overcame you. “Oh, you’re gonna be fucked up”

“Shut up” You pushed Farleigh over as you stared out the tunnel attempting to soothe the sensation in your throat by swallowing. Farleigh continued to laugh before taking the joint from your possession. Silence over came the two of you as your collective laughter died down. You both took turns taking deep drags from the joint before Farleigh chiefed the rest of it then tossed it. At this point, you both had been lying on your backs in opposite directions. You’d look over to you right watching as farleigh starred intently at the ceiling of the tunnel. The muffled thuds of cars entering and exiting the highway had been the only thing saving the two of you from the deafening silence.

“(Y/n)” His voice was quieter than usual. His tone was gentle as he shifted meeting your gaze. Your faces were so close, you could feel his breath caress your cheeks with every outward breath. You didn’t need hear his next words to start tearing up. You felt your fragile heart break collapse from the words that have yet to come. “Why are you crying?” He was sympathetic and brought a hand to your cheek. You looked around trying to stop from the tears escaping but to no avail. You felt the pain seep in and you took a rather sharp inhale.

“My dad already told me, Farleigh” You croaked through the choked up sobs you tried to hide. Silence, again. You were the first to look away as you thought about your words as best as you could in your sensitive state but, the conversation with your father kept replaying in your head. How he had just casually brought up your best friend of 10 years was suddenly leaving to live with his extended family out of country.

“I’ll write you, everyday. I promise” You shook your head with shut eyes. You couldn’t care less about letters, you were losing the only person you cared for so deeply. “It’s not like I want to do this” he grew defensive at your silence, nervous he was losing you before he could even leave. “(Y/n)…”

You looked over, eyes deadly as they peered into his. Puffy, wet, and red, your eyes watched the one person you’d been planning your whole life with since kindergarten with betrayal. You noticed his eyes had watered too. “Who’s going to take me to junior prom this year” Your question came out hushed and wispy as well as the forced laugh that followed. The attempt at lightening the atmosphere with the stupid question only added to the depressing reality of it all. No junior prom, no homecoming, no graduation, no parties, no more anything. Everything you’d plan to attend with Farleigh had become irrelevant. There was no more ‘Farleigh and I’, no more torturous pining over one another, no more sneaking him into the house, the list goes on.

Farleigh stared hopelessly in love with your gaze. Every bit about you made this entire process just that much harder. You’d sit up as Farleigh was quick to follow. “I’ll call, I’ll write, email—fuck” He let the deep inhale steal his words away as he kept from sobbing in front of you. “Anything. (y/n), anything” He searched your eyes hoping for something to settle his mind as panicked as he seemed. You felt a chill breeze pass you, your school uniform providing little to no relief from the weather as your arms and legs remained exposed. Farleigh took instant note of this and began taking his navy blazer off. “Here. I don’t want you to get sick”

You sniffled in response resisting the urge to wipe your cold, wet nose. Farleigh only ignored this and brought the jacket over your shivering shoulders. “Thanks, Farleigh” As bittersweet as this moment was, Farleigh smiled before pulling away from you. The manner you spoke in had shifted slightly higher and your eyes had a more apparent squint. You felt hazed and horribly unreal as you instinctively leaned closer where as Farleigh had pulled back. “No problem”

He was nervous when you closed more distance than he made soon you’d sloppily fall on his shoulders before bringing yourself up to meet eye to eye with him. Not like you guys haven’t been this close before, as best friends you were bound to have gotten this close. Whether if it were a party or just at some sleepover.

But, this?

Too foreign.

There was a tension present, eased by the drugs but nonetheless there. It would be a lie to say you’ve never felt this way before with your best friend. After all, you were only young. Wanting to explore this deep and complicated relationship you had with Farleigh but, you never acted on it. Too scared that your forwardness would turn friend to stranger.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you slowly scooted yourself closer to him. A hand traveled up to his neck as you tried to egg him on, not wanting to be the one to initiate the first kiss. Farleigh gave into the force pulling him into you. Your foreheads meant only heating up the encounter as you both gasped for air simultaneously realizing the breath you two had held. Your heart was beating horribly fast as Farleigh placed both his hands on either side of your face and tilted his head up now bring your noses together.

“Farleigh, please kiss me” The choked up words fell out as a whine once your free hand fell on his chest feeling that his heart had been beating just as fast as yours. Once he got his green light, Farleigh came on strong. As though, he was starved from your lips. He pushed you back onto your ass as he tried pushing himself further into you, as though the kiss he only just started wasn’t enough. In response, you tossed both your arms over his shoulders and leaned back until you were fully on the ground and he was hovered over your body. The kiss was sloppy but welcomed. You couldn’t think of anything more invigorating than the moment your teeth would scrape up against each other showing how desperate you both had been for this moment.

You’d let your body do the thinking from now as your hand travelled towards his waist only to pull him into you as he complied. He laid in between your legs keeping himself from completely crushing with his arm planted parallel to your face. You were the first to separate as you found yourself gasping for air. His thumb caressed your cheek as you two stared deeply at one another. You hadn’t noticed but, streaks of tears helplessly fell from your eyes. There were a million words behind your eyes but, none that could make it to the surface even if you tried. “Don’t go—”

“I love you” You felt your mouth go dry at his words.

You felt like your heart was taken right from out of your chest as he spoke so gently to you. He was cruel. Farleigh was cruel. What were you supposed to do with this? He’s going to leave you a broken mess in America while he goes to live off with his even richer aunt and uncle, soon to forget you.

You wanted the words to come out. You needed to tell him you felt the same.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise” But you couldn’t. Not a word.

He laid to your side but kept his legs intertwined with yours as he brought his voice down to a whisper.

He spoke but no sound came from it. A lost memory in the archives of your mind. You felt nothing but pain as you woke up to the deafening sound of your alarm clock. No longer seventeen, in america with your best friend, instead in oxford housing lying in the mess of fluffed blankets and pillows. “Fuck…” You sighed before tossing your legs over the end of your bed, rubbing your eyes.

You’d go about your day normally. Getting ready, going to class, talk to some friends in passing and eventually settle down at the library for some studying. With all your work you had spread messily across the table, you felt yourself sink further into an unmotivated state. “(Y/n), what a coincidence” You heard a rather familiar voice sound from behind you but, when you turned you could hardly recognize the face. “Uh, hi” you said rather conspicuously as the man approached your table. “Did we meet at the party, last night or something” you asked a bit fed up with the work in front of you, indulging in the distraction.

“Meet? Darling, we were practically fucking on the dance floor”

You scoffed amused at his wording but even moreso by his optimism. You may have been a bit of fun last night but, the likeliness of you bringing someone back to your dorm was zero. “Well, I don’t think I caught your name amidst the “fucking” on the dance floor” You gave his a sideways glance as he pulled out the chair beside you.

“Felix. You must be from America, no?” You nodded at his obvious comment before turning in your seat to face him. “I wonder what gave it away?” You replied sarcastically as you held out your hands in feigned curiosity. “Not very many of us up here in Oxford?”

“Americans? There’s a decent amount that come up here—”

“No, Felix” You laughed at his unintentional ignorance when he gawked in realization. You held out a hand as he worked up an apology. “It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting familiarity when coming up here, my parents just thought it would be nice to get out of the states for a while. I had the grades, the money, all I needed was to leave home. Find out what I really wanted in life, or whatever my mom said” You leaned closer to Felix, resting your head in your palm as you did so.

There was something to him that drew you in. He was handsome, sure. But, it was something deeper. You could tell he had a similar interest in you, you made him nervous from how close you were. His eyes darted down to his hands but quickly back up to you as he maintained his composure.

“You have any plans tonight?” He asked not backing down from your intense gaze. You grinned up at him as you thought on the question before shaking your head, well knowing you had left your friends hanging on going to a pub tonight. Surely, they wouldn’t mind plus, this way you’re making more connections. “If you’re up for it, we were planning on heading up to the pub. Me and a couple of my mates, that is.” You nodded seemingly considering the idea.

“Alright, I’ll meet you. What time?”

“Eight, at the latest” Felix’s eyes hungrily scoped your body as you ran your foot up and down his calf. You gave him doe eyes before speaking up. “I’ll see you then, Felix” You quit messing with him and turned back towards your work giving him one last glance when he whispered a quick ‘see ya’ before returning his chair and leaving. You smirked to yourself, slightly giddy that you had such an effect on people.

“ Now, let’s keep it awkward ”

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[fghniki]

chayanneLIVE

After a certain German streamer goes viral, several bloggers speculate about his identity and origins. (Also available on Ao3. Based on these two posts: one, two.) 1,086 words. Teen And Up, Gen.

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My latest obsession has been this german teenage streamer who stole chayanne’s stagename for his username and somehow hasn’t lost his valorant rank even once in the past four months of streaming

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carpenterbee replied to your post “my latest obsession has been…”

amazing. please tell me more

He has gay dads. One of them is an avian and the other one is chronically absent. He also has a younger sister whom he also sometimes refers to as “twin”. Apart from valorant he does cooking streams with ingredients some of which i have never seen. He hides his face behind a skull mask and always wears a duck floatie. his twitch icon is a blurry photo of a duck and he has like over a thousand followers already

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I SWEAR I didn’t make this guy up

#sure thing op

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🎩 thehatter 

WAHT WAS WHTA

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

AM I CRAZY

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

i am watching chay stream rn and i just saw some THING pass by his window???????? what the fuck was that

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janettree replied to your post “WAHT WAS WHTA…”

some animal or something ?

ON TOP FLOOR OF A SKYSCRAPER???

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

I MEAN IM ASSUMING THAT WHERE HE LIVES. FROM THE VGIEW AND WHATNOT

#also that thing was like black and green wtf #is that a fucked up creeper variant

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THEY LIVE ON TOP OF A GIANT WALL???

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the architecture of that place is impressive considering the height

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carpenterbee replied to your post “the architecture of that place seems…”

are we having a house tour

yeah !! chay is showing around the house. apparently they live in a basement and their dads live on the ground floor ? they have a photo wall, it's very cute

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 Image

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 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 BRAZIL MENTIONED 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷

#the photo wall in question #also lmao the brazilian flag one

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Who is helping Chayanne today?

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lamadrigal replied to your post “who is helping chayanne…”

His cousin? I think his name was Richarlyson

Aww, that’s cute

Didn’t realize he had any

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IS THAT CELLBIT

#what's up with this family and stealing famous people’s nicknames

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Important context for that post is that Cellbit is a Brazilian serial killer who escaped from prison back in 2015 and then vanished off the face of the earth. Now, everyone kinda assumed that he just drowned, but unless whoever Richarlyson’s dad is has his exact face, he seems to actually be… wherever Chayanne lives?

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so, Germany?

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DOES he live in Germany???

🌲 🔁 janettree

i swear i heard someone speak french during the stream the other week

#thought i was tripping or something

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a plane at some point crashed into the wall they live on???

#maybe i should have gotten into jerma instead

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omg i love pomme’s outfit so much

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we’re making WINE??? HELL YEAH!!!

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Pomme’s dad looks. uhhhhhh

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Chat asked what this guy was and Chay said “he’s French”

🌲 🔁 janettree

as a French person i can confirm that this is an average french male

#i hate it here

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janettree 🔁 lamadrigal 

💐 lamadrigal

is there a single mom in the picture

#pomme has a mom!

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does chayanneLIVE pass the bechdel test

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new sibling ! Leo, about Chay’s age, girl

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does this make, like. ten siblings

💐 🔁 lamadrigal 

Tbh i thought most of those were his cousins? also yay, a new girl!

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soy de género fluido

#?

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hell yeah, black forest cake today!!! love those

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Sunny and Empanada are the cutest ever omg

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chayanne will get banned for breaking dmca one day mark my words

#whoever this tubbo guy is #probably shouldn't be encouraging him tbh

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carpenterbee 🔁 lamadrigal 

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WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT CHAYANNE

Parents: two gay dads. First one: blonde, short, avian with black crow wings. Second one: “Missa”, absent but apparently coming back? Couldn’t decipher what his job was

Siblings:

Lullah (younger sister, looks pretty much exactly like him tbh. speaks fluent spanish)

Sunny (even younger sister, she’s like five??? Black, wears sunglasses non stop. Has a different dad. maybe their parents are in a polycule?)

Empanada (younger sister, speaks German. bio sister? looks pretty different from him tho. same mom maybe? she has at least two)

Ramón (brother about his age, sticks to Sunny like glue from what it looks like. has at least two dads of his own?)

Richarlyson (younger brother; speaks Portuguese. has a prosthetic leg)

Pomme (younger sister. speaks French. has a mom)

Dapper (same age sibling? idk its hard to tell, they only come if pomme’s around)

Leo (same age sibling, speaks spanish)

Pepito (younger sibling, speaks spanish)

Mentioned but never appeared on camera: bobby, juanaflippa, tilín, trump (?). seems like they’re either away or deceased? so probably older siblings our cousins

So wherever he is it’s a place where they speak:

German

English

Spanish

Portuguese

French

and also which would harbor Brazilian Criminal Cellbit.

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>she has at least two

bravo les lesbiennes

💐 🔁 lamadrigal 

So… Luxembourg?

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lets not turn this community into discount kiwifarms maybe

#there are probably reasons why he doesn’t want anyone to know his location #for example the fact that he's a minor

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thehatter asked:

Yeah, you’re right. i deleted the post. its just hard not to speculate, with how crazy his life seems to be

nah i feel ya

#replied to u in dms btw #don’t reblog

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🎩 thehatter 

chayanne ended stream early because of an emergency and i swear i could hear bombs??? does htis kid live in a warzone???

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

like genuinely should we be concerned? what happened?

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

apparentaly he just retweeted some cat video. wat

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*apparently

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this time i will really do it

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🌲  janettree

tubbo just yelled “I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, SOMEONE MAKE ME A GRINDR ACCOUNT—”

#i maintain that he would make an excellent streamer #give that engineer a twitch channel

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☁️ manintheclouds 

Oh, Chayanne is making pozole today!

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??? The singer????????

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[burning-academia-if]

10k+ Plays Bonus: Beck's Short Story

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Snapshots from the life of a boy where love wasn't enough.

CW: depression, suicide ideation, suicide attempt, forced hospitalization, systemic abuse, implied racism, death of family member

A/N: Thanks again?? for 10k plays (now 11k)?? This is both for that and because I'm planning on doing all the ROs backstories! Plan is for Zoe's to be after Chapter 2's release, Lars after Chapter 3, and Rhea after Chapter 4! Hope you enjoy! Also this one is arguably the roughest of all the back stories, so please mind the content warnings and take care of yourself!

The light hurt his eyes, but everything hurt. His lungs were still burning, reaching up into his throat. When he’d woken up, arm sore and bruised, and chest half caved in, the orderlies had done everything they could to ease him into the situation. He’d watched them, body collapsing under its own weight. They were a blur of faces. He’d gone back to sleep.

(He did not remember the true events of his first waking. It had not been a calm affair. There had been hands, needles jamming into skin, sobbed accusations. People had tried to talk, to soothe. Nothing had registered save for the feeling of freefall. It’d taken his second waking for a hollowed-out calm. He hadn’t spoken then. He hadn’t spoken for days.)

A familiar string tugged his heart awake. He raised his head, before slipping out of bed. It was all warm colors, not the white of hospitals. Bare feet cold against the tile, he stumbled forward, out the door and down the hall. Eyes watched him, but he didn’t register a thing. Instead, he walked past doors and a common area (filled with other teens and kids who saw him, but who he didn’t see, not yet). Then into another hall, and finally a door.

When he knocked, a woman’s voice called out and he opened it. It was a cold hug, the warmest kind he’d had in a year. The door slid closed behind him. The doctor raised her head.

Although she did not smile, her eyes were soft, “Beck Castro. I was waiting for you to feel better, before I talked to you.”

He worked his jaw, trying to remember the shape of his voice, “There’s death here.”

“Yes, there is.” She had dark hair and dark eyes and certifications hung off the wall. “I’m Dr. Ridge. I won’t make you talk, but since you’re here, I have something to give you.”

She reached into a drawer and he cautiously sat in a chair across from her at her desk. Whatever she grabbed, whatever she held out, sang out the song of death. He reached out a hand. A simple rosary fell from her hand. The beads were made of real roses. He’d know, he’d helped make it once upon a time.

The world was still. The wooden cross dangled from its chain. The image of an old woman knelt in prayer flashed through his mind. Humid heat, seeping into worn down buildings, the smell of salt and brine in the air.

The world was shattered. He pressed the rosary to his chest and cried until it hurt.

//

            His favorite month of the year was the one spent in Puerto Rico. The cousins and aunts and uncles he’d see only then, extended family members he didn’t even know the words for and old family friends. Tastes like no where else. The candy like flavor of quenepas, the sweetness of local avocados, the coolness of a fresh cut coconut. His cousins would laugh, crying tourist, and he’d laugh and say he’d take all their food then.

            Beck could exist in those moments forever, but his favorite part of each visit was seeing mamí again. He wasn’t sure whose grandmother she was officially, but she was a pseudo grandma to all the kids. Under five foot tall with white hair stark against brown skin and wrinkles that mapped out her entire life, she was the most loving, strictest woman ever.

            The kids would duck in and out of her home, avoiding her in fear of her ire, only to come back the next day to help harvest the quenepas that grew in bunches around her house, or take to the kitchen to help with cooking or cleaning. Her home was the center of his family, and he’d grown up sitting on the floor of her living room, listening to her life stories.

            It was during one of the summers there when he’d first kiss a girl, and the next summer kiss a boy. He’d quickly learn that he’d kiss anyone if he liked their heart enough. And when he’d walked back to mamí’s house, sweating from humid air and nerves over his newfound realization, she’d been sitting on the porch.

            He hadn’t needed to say anything as she eyed him and said in Spanish, “Don’t let that boy break your heart.”

            Beck didn’t know how she knew, but it made it easier. Months later, he’d find the courage to tell his parents, but it was only because Mami had reacted to it as she would with anyone before sending him in to set the table for dinner.

            Mamí was also the first one to realize he could see ghosts. In the little town most his family lived in, was a small cemetery packed with large gravestones worn down by salt. When he’d walk back, groceries in hand, he’d feel the way death would sing and his gaze would turn. He’d stand at the edge of the gates, enraptured by their weeps and helpless to appease them.

            She’d caught him on that same porch, and sometimes he believed she saw all the universe from right there. She’d said, “Lo ves los muertos. La triste sigue.”

            “No estoy triste, estoy bien.” And why would he be sad, like all the dead that he saw? No, he wasn’t sad. He was bundled in the warmth of his family, he had the brightest smile of them all. He was too young to know, that only those whose heart bled sadness could ever see the dead.

//

            Mamí told his parents, and his parents had proceeded to spend his early teens warning him not to let the Board know. His aptitude with magic was as easy as breathing, a feat rare for most teens. Where most would take their yearly aptitude tests starting at thirteen and ending at eighteen, the Board had requested he’d start at ten.

            Every year, during the scheduled appointment, his dad would hesitate by the door when it was time to leave. He’d place a sturdy hand on his shoulder. Beck looked up at him, at the hair starting to thin around his head and the fine line of wrinkles tracing every second he’d laughed and smiled throughout his entire life. Beck couldn’t imagine growing old, but he also wished, during the moments he almost could, that his face would be the same map of joy.

            That joy wasn’t there, in those moments, “It’s rare to see the dead, and the Council is always keeping an eye out. If the Board notices, they’ll report it. And if they do, you’re not—”

            He could never finish the sentence, but Beck knew anyway, “If you want me to hide it, I’ll hide. I’m sure we’ll be ok, right?”

            So he’d smile with the warmth of a morning sun and his dad would ease his grip and his mom would hurry them out before they were late, and it was all going to be ok. There was no ending in sight.

//

            Once, during what he’d later learn to be his last visit to the island, his family had celebrated his birthday as they always had. Him and his cousins ran through the small streets of town until they made it to the empty beaches (the kind tourists would never find because the kind of town they lived in was too poor. Too broken down. Too weather worn, for any of them to ever love. But Beck loved it, and he always would. A blessing and a curse). Some would take off their shirts and others would dive into the water without bothering to change.

            Beck’s voice, loud and bright, would call “You know the rules, whoever finds the most sand dollars gets the first of mamí’s mofongo.”

            As if it was a special treat, they’d scatter and laugh and if they were lucky, they’d find one. By the time they were tired and warm from sun and laughter, they’d find a truth which had persisted for years, since they started this game. Beck’s hands were full of sand dollars, all unbroken and various shades.

            When they’d rush back, they’d complain to mamí and ask how Beck always found so many, and she’d laugh and say it was because his heart was so bright it attracted many things. His sixteenth was different. After they came home and his grandmother laughed, she followed him to the cramped little bathroom with a sadness swirling in her dark brown eyes.

“El diablo vive en tú corazón, y yo también.” She’d said, pressing a hand to his heart and hers.

The devil lives in your heart, and mine as well.

In the years that followed he’d wonder what she’d meant.

Until the year came where he learned exactly what she meant.

//

            His sixteenth year of life had been different. Not just because his family had made it a point to spend an extra month at the island for his birthday, or because the whole of society treated sixteen like it was special. It was because of the way his magic had started to settle in his chest.

            Beck was as imperfect as any other teen boy, but it wasn’t the same imperfections as them. It was not violence or crude humor or fake bravado or shoving emotions into a box because they weren’t allowed to have them. It was him behind a glass, looking towards the rest of the world. It was him, spilling love into others and having love spilled into him, but his heart not holding it. It was him not recognizing the sound of his laugh, or taking a moment too long to register his face in the mirror.

            This was not the kind of beast that should be named. It was not the color of the ocean during storm, or of his mom’s favorite jacket. It was not there, because his magic was as gold as the sun he molded himself into. If his magic looked warm, then so too was his heart. The two were reflections off each other. A basic fact everyone knew. The beast wasn’t there at all.

            (It wasn’t there, because Beck was imperfect in his youth and believed things untrue. Afterall, how the fuck could it be there, when his life was everyone’s dream? No one was selfish, for being hunted by the beast. Beck was fucking selfish, because he obviously invited it in, this thing that wasn’t there at all.  For all his kindness, Beck had never left spares for himself.)

//

            Aptitude tests were different for all. Most years, Beck would focus on restoration, as well as general control points. Hovering items, moving them, shuffling multiple things at once, giving his magic form. It was more courtesy than anything.

            “This is different.” Beck started, entering the room. There were items sitting on a table. His eyes swept across each one. A pendant on a silver chain, a coffee mug, and a book. All harmless enough, if he didn’t feel the sick hit him within seconds. “Did the board plan something specific for me this time, Mr. Solace?”

            The man, always the picture of calm, said “Don’t fret, it’s quite simple. We all already know your skills, so there’s no point in doing the same thing for your remaining years.”

            “Does it normally change for everyone at sixteen, or is it because it’s always been easy for me to use magic?” Beck ignored the subtle shift of his parents’ posture as they came to stand near the long table the Board was seated. His smile was as easy as always. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Just tell me what to do.”

            “Each one of these is a magical item. All we ask for today is merely for you to attune yourself with them.” Mr. Solace inclined his head before moving towards the rest of the group. All eyes were on him as he made his way forward.

            Each one had their own glow, a spilling of magic. Two were easily overcome by the third. The book was thin and small, and brightly colored. Death clung to it in every corner.

            Beck went through the items in order, answering all questions asked to the best of his ability. The necklace had barely a drop of magic. The mug was much the same, although anyone who drank from it would be in a better mood. And then, the book.

            He didn’t flinch away. Mamí had told him how she could see ghosts the day she noticed. She’d never been afraid, because some of the dead were her ancestors, and why would they ever want to hurt her? And then she’d pressed a palm to his forehead, and said it was wiser to be afraid of why he was able to see them at all.

            With careful hands, he let his fingers skim the top cover. It hit him all at once. The world dimmed, color draining from his vision. His pulse picked up, rushing through his veins, packed with adrenaline. It took everything to focus.

            “What do you feel?”

            (Everything, all at once. The dead never held back.)

            The ease of his posture didn’t shift, his expression remained the same as ever. He tilted his head, trying to see if there wasn’t anything underneath it all. But it was so thick with death. It poured down his throat, numbing his perception of anything else.      

            He let his hand fall away with a shake of his head as he turned towards the table with a furrow of his brow, “Nothing?”

            There was a series of whispers, cascading from the four Board members. His parents’ retained a carefully neutral expression, avoiding giving anything away. It was the last man, with hair dark as night and an age that could have been anywhere between thirty and fifty who stood.

            Mr. Temple. It took a second to retrieve the name of the man who’d never spoken to him before. Had never spared a glance. Now, he strode forward and came to a stop in front of Beck. Everyone went quiet.

            “You feel nothing?” He asked and Beck nodded.

            “There’s no magic.” And this time he felt confident. Magic felt closer to life. It held the same roots, breathed the same air. It could not, by extension, exist in the same realm of death. And so, he felt nothing.

            But Mr. Temple reached out, and tore the cover off the book. All at once, everyone at the table threw jumped back. Beck’s eyes went wide as a scream tore through the air. A pair of hands, nothing but shadows, pulled themselves out from the pages. The room went dark. The form lunged, hands around Beck’s throat before he could blink.

            It was impossible not to react. His parents shouted and Beck threw his hands out in a sea of golden light. The thing shrieked again, spilling vitriol. This was a different feeling than any other ghost he had ever laid eyes upon.

            Then it was gone and Beck was breathing hard, sprawled on the ground. His throat hurt, bruise forming already in the form of hands. He stared at the ceiling, still washed out in color, mind racing to figure out what it was that’d happened. His fingers dug into the hard wood to ground himself. Mr. Temple did not look at him.

            “Have you ever heard the phrase ‘beauty is just the beginning of terror’?’” Mr. Temple asked, with no expectation of an answer. His own magic seeped a bitter blue as it encased the whole room. The dead hissed, stumbling, still intact. “If a soul once made of beauty can become this, it’d be better for the soul to be destroyed without hope to return.”

            Magic forced him back to his face and Beck stumbled. He breathed hard, a puppet on a string. The magic pushed him forward, towards the dead, “If we destroy it, does it pass on?”

            The man frowned, “No.”

            “Then I refuse.”

            “Truly?” He said, before the wraith was on him again. Mr. Temple watched. “Even if it should kill you?”

            It wanted his heart. To curl into and take shelter. To cry all of its rage away. To remember humanity. Beck’s heart, always open, always bleeding, did not fight it. If it could remember then—

            Flashes of a mother, reading a book to her child. Flashes of a woman curled beside a man, stomach swollen, face pale and exhausted. Flashes of a home as warm and safe as Beck’s. Flashes of a home with nothing but blood, as she took her dying breath.

            “I’m sorry,” Beck choked out, as though he killed her himself “I’m sorry, I—”

            Hands reached out to touch nothing. He felt it, when the dead died again. Ice sliced through his veins and he gave a strangled cry. He curled up, buried his face in his hands and wept. Mr. Temple stood over him, and his parents tried to rush forward. Hands grabbed them, held them back.

            Mr. Temple shook his head, “I shouldn’t have been surprised, with a family like yours.”

            The damnation rang louder than the pain.

//

            “My parents didn’t know.” Was the first thing Beck said as they were locked in Mr. Temple’s office. “I knew for a long time, but I didn’t tell them. I always thought—they were harmless. Sometimes I’d see them, and they were only ever sad. I didn’t think it mattered, that they were there.”

            “What you saw wasn’t a ghost, it was a wraith. They’re nothing but shells of what once was.” Mr. Temple shook his head slowly, void eyes passing over his expression. “More importantly, are you aware of the punishment for lying about your abilities?”

            Beck, alone in a room of no colors with only a dying lamp for light, refused to flinch, “No, I’m not, but leave my family out of it. I’m willing to do anything.”

            He leaned forward, a slow grin overtaking him, “If you were willing to do anything, you would have slaughtered that wraith. Your refusal is why you’re here with me in the first place. No matter, you’ll learn.”

            The cost of learning, was almost as severe as the cost of refusing.

            Almost.

            But not quite.

//

            It came in waves, during those days.

            (Don’t speak it out loud.)

            The expectations on him dragged him down. The eyes on him watching, noting each refusal. Every disappointment.

            (Don’t speak it out loud. He was not a monster. He was just a gift to one.)

            Later, he’d learned of how his parents fought for him. Later, he’d learn the costs placed on them were much the same as the ones placed on him. But that wasn’t until it was almost too late. So, his parents would take him to teachers meant for those close with death, and they’d turn away at the last second. The wraiths would come and he’d grit his teeth and think again and again he would not destroy a soul.

            (Was it steadfast morals or. Spite and rage he never though he could feel or. Or was it the thing without name?)

//

            His teachers thought his parents were to blame for all the bruises on Beck. It was an easy, messy explanation. They looked like hands around his neck, fingers gripping his arms, scratches all over his body. Magic could heal all wounds, if physical. Magic could not erase the memories of what’d been done.

            If he refused to heal himself or be healed, they didn’t make him return until he was better. They’d never let a hurt child go against the wraiths. But he was growing older, his magic stronger, and he’d need to learn to handle them on his own. That’s all this was.

            The dead felt it and he felt them. He pressed himself against his bedroom window, and listened to their song. If his magic was just a little stronger, he’d hear them crystal clear. If he didn’t stop himself, he thought he might hear the dead of the entire world. Listening to them was always a balm. Regardless of it all, they were out there. Guardian angels, until they finally could move on.

            And so his year went. The wraiths would hunger for his heart in their rage and the other magicians would watch and only step in when he was close to death. They’d ask him again and again why he’d refuse. His magic was so strong, a flick of his wrist could destroy these husks for good. And he’d bite his lip, and think this damage to his body was better then erasing an entire existence.

            His parents would reach out—

            (They’d raze the place to the ground if they could. But a hurt child is better than a dead child, isn’t it? A hurt child they can see is better than a hurt child taken away from them for all eternity.)

            —and he’d never flinch away, although maybe it was preferable to the smile still on his face.

            The dead would keep calling, and soon he’d know their song by heart. He’d dodge all the questions asked by teachers and adults about his wounds and it’d keep going. And going. And going.

            And he’d keep living, despite it all.

            And then, as the dawn of his seventeenth birthday approached, spent in his bedroom because leaving the boundaries of Mr. Temple’s jurisdiction was not allowed, his parents knocked on the door. He raised his head and there they stood. No longer the old version of themselves who hovered over him and showered him with the endless affection all teens found annoying. They did not cross the threshold into the inside.

            His dad didn’t talk, as though his mouth was sewn shut. His mom was the one who took a deep breath, “Beck…Titi Catalina called. It’s about mamí.”

            Beck stared out his window, breath fogging the glass. He’d never spent his birthday month so cold before, “She’s sick, isn’t she?”

            From the reflection, he could see the wobble of her lips. He turned and rose and held out his arms and the three collapsed together, as though death was connecting them again, instead of driving them apart.

//

            “If you manage to destroy a wraith, I’ll let you say your goodbyes.” For the first time since this all started, he was willing to believe the smoke and mirrors. Mamí, who had been the only one to see his heart in all ways. Who’d tell him stories of her youth, and sing old songs long forgotten, who’d drive him and his cousins out the house to finish chores. He owed her a goodbye.

            He walked into the room with nothing but a table and a birthday card. Wraiths sealed themselves away in the strangest things until their rage was remembered and woke them again. Mr. Temple stood behind the desk. Beck walked forward.

            When Mr. Temple ripped the card, the wraith was free. The void in his eyes was vaster than even the one in Beck’s own heart.

            He raised his hands. A chill ran through his body, heart wrenching itself in all directions. Had he been a soul magician, he would not have been able to go against his beliefs like this. But his magic responded even as his whole body threatened to be sick.

            To say goodbye, he told himself, but the void remained and Beck knew. There was nothing he could do, for that promise to be true.

            The wraith had once been a boy his age. He’d done sports and fought with his parents as fiercely as he loved them. He had a habit of tapping his fingers against his thighs, and his death had been from trying to pull a stranger out of the way of a drunk driver who’d gone off the road. He hadn’t saved them. He’d died for nothing.

            And Beck, with his magic glowing fierce, broke the most sacred rule of all as he pressed his hands into its body and gathered up this boy into his heart and gave those memories back. Remember. Remember. Remember.

             Blood spilled from his nose, as he collapsed to his knees. The wraith knew his face again, and it all slipped away from him. From wraith to ghost, from damned to lost. A shadow fell over where Beck laid. Not from the ghost, but from a very living man. It was the last thing Beck saw.

//

            They erased the ghost anyway, right before he could move on. Beck hadn’t expected any different, as he sat locked away, waiting for the call from his parents, that Mamí was gone.

            If he closed his eyes, he could be beneath the sea again.

//

            The sadness existed long before his affinity with death, of course. Mamí had known, it had taken plenty of her family from her. From the first time she met the boy, presented when he was a mere babe asleep in his mother’s arm, she’d known. From one generation to the next, it’d take someone from them.

            In her deathbed, she remembered the boy who’d held his little cousin’s hands to help them learn to walk. He’d go out of his way to get milk from the store and bring it to her, just like he’d do for any stranger. When she’d seen him set against the sunlight, eyes staring at a dead thing, she knew for certain.

            All her life she’d wondered a cure for sadness when it had no source. What was in Beck’s own heart was not something even he let himself see. Set against a deepening sunset, he looked like how her brother once did, and she wondered if Beck had seen his ghost, too. Like calls to like, after all. Her brother had never wanted anyone to feel what he’d felt up until he was gone.

            On her deathbed, she knew she’d failed him. His parents knew they failed him, too, as they sat next to her in the hospital.

            (But Beck, who loved more then anything, was always going to make the choice he did. Yes, what was done to him sped up the inevitable, but it was still inevitable. This is not an uncommon story. Mamí, and Beck’s parents, and Beck himself did not fail. They all only tried to love and protect each other, even though the odds were never in their favor.)

            When Mamí took her last breath, so too, did Beck.

//

            Beck didn’t ask for details of that night he could hardly remember. He had sessions with Dr. Ridge every other day, who did not like his easy smiles and laughs. The younger kids, however, adored him. He was practically the babysitter of this amalgamation of small children, all of who should not be here, but were.

            Initially, they thought his circumstances were due to all the corrupt powers that be in certain sections of the Magician’s Council. Yes, he’d said, and no. This made his stay longer, which suited him just fine. He settled in well, telling stories to kids, and playing games and watching shows with those closer to his age.

            They’d ask what had been done to him, and he hadn’t ever answered with the whole truth. His parents had rushed home, and refused to leave his side for days when they arrived at the facility. They had questions, so many questions, and just as many apologies and confessions.

            He never confessed to his parents, but during one of his sessions he’d stared at his hands and said, “I thought if I filled up my heart with love, I’d be able to chase the devil away.”

            “If love could heal everything, I think so many more would still be alive.”

            Beck acknowledged his heart, now that it had, for a brief moment, stopped beating. He didn’t know when the sadness had first taken root, because he’d never dared look it in the eyes. Now, as the months bled into each other, he accepted it was there. Maybe it always would be. It’d be alright, he’d only take its hand when it started to cry.

            Life kept moving. He studied and kept up with classes and tutored the other kids and made them breakfast and became deemed the group mom. His parents would visit every weekend, and no one else ever came.

            At some point, he’d gone from seventeen to eighteen, and he tapped the calendar on Dr. Ritcher’s wall, “I age out next week. It’s time for me to go home and figure everything out.”

            “You’ve done a lot of figuring out here.” She stated, and he laughed the kind of laugh she always frowned at. “Are you afraid?”

            “Yes,” he didn’t hesitate, “Maybe things will end up the same as before, but I know what I want to do. I’m going to Vales Grove.”

            It was common sense to protest. His parents had asked if he was still being threatened, even here, his dad ready to do what he should have done in the first place. But Beck, with a heart of emotions and a head full of memories that didn’t belong to him, knew there were things he needed to figure it out. He owed it to the dead. They’d been the ones to save him in the end.

            “Are you sure about this?”

            “If I go willingly, I’ll appear complacent, won’t I? And Vales Grove University has so many eyes on it, it doesn’t just belong to the Board. Even if it did, after what Mr. Temple did, they’ve been in shambles trying to find a replacement after his sentence. If there’s a safe time to find answers, it’s while they’re all a mess, right? Because I just need to understand why—” There were so many endings to that. But Dr. Ridge knew them, so he only closed his eyes and took a breath.

            She didn’t judge him any of those reasons. She merely clicked her pen and asked, “Before session is over, what flavor do you want your Going Home Cake to be?”

            Beck was finally making it home again. One day, he’d make it to mamí’s grave, too.

[ladydaybreaker]

Some Friends to play with!

*cracks knuckles* Alrighty @jamieenthusiast you asked for it haha. So. The Ad Astra Kiddos would like to make some new friends. Let's start with the oldest and go down to the youngest (pick and choose at your leisure! I'll give le pictures from @officialarmrest for them.

Orion

Orion is the eldest of the Working Disassemblers, Uzi and N's son. He looks dead on like his father save for the fact that he dresses more akin to his mother (beanie with his daddy's pilot wings and a hoodie that looks like his mama's). The only difference between him and his father? Orion's got scars around his true eyes, wings and tail from...some things he really doesn't like to talk about. He also very rarely smiles, opting for his mother's resting look of annoyance and/or boredom. Orion's a bit...well, he's his mother's son. Let's just put it at that. He's a bit cold and standoffish (angsty teen energy) until you get to know him. In terms of lil' Mango? The second Orion finds out about the guitar he's sold. Orion's big into music and scavenged an acoustic guitar that his aunt Cyn taught him to play. He'd probably get right along playing with the lil guy and maybe even smile a little bit for the first time in a long time.

Victoria "Tori"

Queen Bee of the school and V and Thad's only child. When she's around her classmates and friends you can definitely see Thad's chill personality and V's sass...but around her family? That's where the sweet little manor maid V comes out full force. Tori is very much V's little doppleganger save for the fact she has very light colored blonde hair. She has her mother's vision glitch and does need glasses (they tend to slide down and she uses her tail to push them up). She's big into nature science and will go on for hours on some cool animal fact that she's found. She also loves flying and is one of the more graceful of the Fledgeling squad.

Astra

N and Uzi's youngest child and only daughter. Astra's a bit different than the rest of her squad...in that being she looks almost 1:1 like Uzi. However, like her brother, it's not all like her look alike parent. She's very bubbly, very excitable, and very much a people person (just like dad!) She loves shiny objects and her clothes and being as pristine and clean as possible. She's even made some of her own jewelry and clothes (She was given a coat like her dad's and a hat similar to her dad's pilot hat...her mom gave her a skull pin she found instead of the pilot wings because Orion took that. She has her mom's old combat boots though!). She has many many rings and bangles and necklaces on her person. Her pride and joys though are a pin of a vaguely earth-like planet encircled by stars and a crescent moon that her aunt J gave her and a crystal collar around her neck with a silver plate that reads 002. She adores her grandma Nori and wants to be just like her...even with adopting her hairstyle. I could definitely see her and Mango bonding over making jewelry (if Astra doesn't scare the poor kiddo away because of her bubbly nature).

Vesper

Finally, there's Vesper. Vesper is a bit of an odd duck but he's a sweet little gentleman. He might as well be, his mother's Cyn. Vesper is a small, young little worker who loves music and can sing like an absolute cherub. Perfect little southern gentleman with his bright blue eyes and freckle artifacts that are shadowed by curly white hair and an equally as white stetson that he may or may not have stolen from his Pa. One of Vesper's favorite things to do is play piano while his Ma plays her violin beside him...but he can and will pick up any instrument he's given and play the heck out of it as easy as breathing. He loves working with his cousin Orion because of that. He also loves penguins and if you get him started talking about penguins that boy will not stop.

Ya don't have to do anything with them if you don't want to, but I saw the chance for these four yahoos to make some friends and I leaped for it.

[caratdeulforever]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

school bus graveyard x oc's

chapter one

warnings: bad writing, lowercase intended, might contain wrong grammar, none more that i can think of

author's note: i'm a first timer in the writing field so I'm not really good at it. i just wanted to try and create a version of mine of the webtoon with my own ideas. the whole plot isn't mine, the whole school bus graveyard belongs to red. i just own aidhel and frances, thanks for reading!

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it was a quiet night in the town of alto, georgia. that specific night, it was visibly different from the normal night you experience well every night. the sky was abnormally colored in a deep crimson red. the moon was shone with a warm yellow, successfully creating an eerie scenery around the place. the whole place was quiet, too quiet than normal. it was late at night, and no human was in sight. that should be normal but it really didn't felt right. the streetlights were on but the house lights weren't. you couldn't hear anything, not even the wind or the sounds of crickets.

suddenly, deep in the forest a group of eight teens dashed through to the sea of trees. they were running as fast as they could. it proved to be a hassle as they ducked and dodged the branches in the path they were taking. dusts and leaves flew in the air as they ran quickly.

leading the group was a orange headed girl, named ashlyn. her long hair was braided into two braids which was flying with the wind. her breathing was stable, but she was slowly feeling tired from running. she looked at the back of the group, her eyes scanning for someone who had a watch and was keeping track of the time.

"time?!" she called out loudly behind her before focusing back to the path ahead of her. a bespectacled boy with sandy blonde hair named logan, looked down quickly at his watch. his eyes couldn't focus a bit due to his running but nonetheless successfully determined the numbers on the device. "eight minutes!" he called out to everyone around him. he had a rifle in his other arm that he had leaned on his shoulder to keep it upright. being the ace of shooting that he is, the group had all mutually decided that he take the rifle since he's the only one who is good at using it. although they hoped that no situation comes where he would actually use it.

at the back of the group was brunette twins, named tyler and taylor, who both shared the same features and the same worried but scared expression. they gripped a weapon of their own, and kept a look out on the back. there were also a blonde headed duo with them, sharing the same features but not twins like them. the blonde headed girl was named aidhel, and she was gripping on a knife on her hand. in a hurry, she had grabbed it with no thought whatsoever from their kitchen to use for self-defense. beside her was her brother with the same bleached blonde hair, named aiden who despite of their current situation was smiling wildly through it all.

with them were two brunettes, but both in a much darker color than the twins and are not related whatsoever with each other. ben is a cousin of the blonde headed duo and in contrast to his cousin, he had a petrified look on his face while keeping a stable running pace. the other dark-haired person was a girl named frances, and she was holding a stick for her weapon. small but terrible was how we can all describe her choice of weapon as she had already managed to stab something out of it.

continuing on, ashlyn sighed in relief when she heard the time that logan had just claimed. 'just a bit longer!' she thought to herself as encouragement. and as if on cue, after all the running they had done, up front as the trees slowly parted was a secluded area. the area at the end of the forest was packed with used buses and the graffitis were clear from a mile away. with hopeful looks, they all had thought the same thing.

'the graveyard!'

as they finally saw their destination, they all quickly fasten their pace. even though their legs burned with exhaustion, they pushed through to find safety. from what you ask? ashlyn glanced at the back worriedly, her ears twitching as she heard the rustles not so far from behind them. a pair of black skinned almost human legs chased after them. it grinned creepily when it felt itself getting closer to the group of teens.

they all had finally managed to ran out of the forest. they all sprinted in the same direction and ultimately avoided the obstacles of scattered junks on their way. the graveyard neared with an open gate, giving them view of the yellow school vehicles inside. ashlyn was the one to enter first, skidding to the side as her hand hovered above the big red button. her eyes followed the figures of her friends entering before flickering to the inhumane black figure that popped up from the forest just after them.

it was tall, and very human like. except its skin was completely black and no hair was in sight. its eyes were very uncanny and it smiled very sinisterly. it was a monster, and that's what they were running away from. it had managed to catch up and was grinning widely when it finally saw them. it sped up and ashlyn nervously looked at her friends to make sure they were all in.

"CLOSE THE GATE! CLOSE THE GATE!" tyler screamed with urgency as he ran inside with aidhel following close. they were the last of the teenagers to enter and ashlyn immediately slammed her palm to the big red button. the gate whirred loudly, and started to close in. all of them moved to a fighting stance and held up their weapons in front of them. the gate was near close but the monster on the other side was getting close too. they eyed the monster closely, body prepared to charge if it manages to slip inside.

with just a tiny gap, the monster reached to claw at them with a loud screech. creating a cinematic horror scene, they all seemed to tense up looking at it. finally, the gate snapped close and the monster hadn't manage to enter inside. for a second they all kept their fighting stance before finally letting out a breathe of relief.

aidhel dropped to the ground with an exhausted groan. tyler had crouched, and placed his hand on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. taylor on the other hand lessened her grip to her weapon and stuck her tongue out on the gate. frances laughed beside her but nonetheless did the same. the both of them thought it was childish but they felt safe in being inside the safety of the graveyard that they felt the need to mock the monster outside. logan had wailed dramatically as he felt relief course through his body. aiden just patted his sister's back and chuckled, he was already planning to tease her later to exercise more. ben just stood there and regulated his breathing before looking at everyone, making sure they were all unscathed from earlier.

ashlyn clenched her eyes shut and breathed deeply before opening them again. she took a good look at every one before speaking. "alright, let's head to the bus." she said loudly for everyone to hear. one by one, they all straightened up and walked to one of the school buses. as each of them entered, they all placed their weapons inside a wooden crate by the driver's seat.

aidhel plopped herself on the seats by the back tiredly and yawned, "goodness i'm tired." she muttered out loud. frances rolled her eyes before looking away from the girl as she sat on the back. logan sat in front of frances and leaned his head back to the window, wanting nothing more but to sleep in his room. aiden and ben sat together, while ben seemed like aidhel and was ready to sleep again- aiden was a different case beside him.

"ugh.." tyler groaned out loud as he sat beside his twin sister. taylor leaned her head on the window and closed her eyes tiredly. tyler closed his eyes as well, head thrown back on the seat as he sighed. "that sucked." he continued gruffly.

"that's an understatement." frances commented making logan chuckle in front of her. ashlyn just kept quiet and slowly took her boot off. her socks had already been torn off and blood seeped through the fabric. she groaned softly and closed her eyes, her hands massaging the sore spot on her foot.

suddenly, the noise from afar disappeared as they slowly got comfortable on the bus. ashlyn raised a brow and opened her eyes, "the banging stopped." she said out loud before slowly putting her boot back on.

aidhel slowly sat up and frowned, indeed it got quiet. tyler swatted his hand to brush it off, "it probably gave up.." tyler said but paused when he heard something. "or something?" he drawled out slowly. ashlyn froze before suddenly sitting up when her ears heard something.

the others had also perked up getting alarmed, if ashlyn reacts like that, it is not a good sign. suddenly, the bus shook as if someone had gotten on. they all froze because that could only mean one thing and they turned to the entrance with matching petrified looks.

entering the bus was the black monster from earlier. it seemed to grin when it saw the scared looks on their faces. taylor widened her eyes, "how?!" she exclaimed in pure shock as she stared at the monster. tyler immediately moved out of the seat and pulled her behind him. they all quickly moved out of their seats and huddled close together. frances gripped logan's hand and stood close to him. aidhel was now encaged behind aiden and ben while ashlyn was at front.

with every step forward the monster took is one step backward they did. until logan's back slowly hit the back of the bus. aidhel squirmed in between aiden and ben to hold ashlyn's hand. she knew that the girl was petrified right now and wanted nothing more but to comfort her. aiden looked down at his sister and put his arm out in front of her and used his other hand to hold ashlyn's arm.

"can we open the back door??" ashlyn called out, glancing at the back worriedly. sweat trickled down the side of her face, and her hands was slowly getting clammy but aidhel paid no mind. logan quickly turned to try and open the back door like ashlyn had said so but failed. seems like something was pressed up against the back of the bus. "its blocked!" he called back up to her.

frances frowned and crept closer to logan, sharing worried glances with the spectacled boy. "what do we do??" she asked out loud, her eyes darting back and forth to everyone that was infront of her. their crate of weapons was too far for them to reach. the monster was already too close to them, even if they attempt to distract it while someone else go for the crate, the situation is not sure to be harmless. its a risk they are not going to take.

"die?" aiden said bluntly as he stared at the monster with a nervous smile. aidhel turned her head at his brother and hit his shoulder, "aiden!" they all chorused out not liking his unserious answer one bit.

the monster seemingly tired of their antics, sprinted towards them with its claws high up in the air. they all let out high pitched screams and pressed on each other in fright. aiden clutched ashlyn and aidhel close to him. ashlyn just clenched her eyes shut and gripped onto aidhel's hand. ben held frances and logan closer to the group much like tyler did on the other side with aidhel and taylor, who hid in between the space of her brother and aidhel.

was this it? is this how they'll die?

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[ghost-runner]

He is not the only Anomaly: Pt. 1

Wrongfully bitten Spider-Man Male Reader x Gwen Stacy — Into the Spider-verse and Across the Spider-verse Male Reader insert

Information: On Earth-199999, there was a young teen around the age of 15 going by the name of Y/N Parker. Y/N Parker is the son of May Parker and is the younger cousin to one Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man. Y/N Parker is a kid genius and the generally down-to-earth kind of guy. Y/N is a loner and does not have many friends apart from his best friend, Ned; his friend, Harry Osborne; his cousin, Peter; and Peter’s girlfriend, MJ. However unlike the many other dimensions out there, Y/N is the only one like himself out there, but like Miles Morales, Y/N ended up getting accidentally bitten by a radioactive spider that was not from his realm while on a field trip to Oscorp and he gained a lot of the powers that his cousin Peter has and some of the powers that quite a few different Spider heroes have from across the various dimensions of the Spider-Verse. This allowed him to become the Shadow Spider of Earth-199999 due to his powers allowing him to hide in plain sight and in the shadows. Peter brought his cousin before the Avengers and was made an official member after Peter, Natasha, and Tony all spoke on his behalf. When Y/N was the Shadow Spider for about 4 months, he went into some sort of portal and was teleported to Miles’s dimension after the whole Kingpin collider incident at Alchemax for the first time. While there, he met a range of different Spider-people like Gwen Stacy, Peter B. Parker, Spider-Noir, Spider-Ham, and Peni Parker as well as meeting Miles Morales. He figured out immediately about the situation involving the Spider-People and Multiverse or in this case, the Spider-Verse while everyone who wasn’t from Miles’s dimension began “glitching out” thanks to begin a kid genius. After everything went down and it was time to go home, Y/N shared a close bond between himself, Gwen, and Miles, gaining two new close friends, but they had to go home to their own dimensions. However, things have gotten intense lately when a new villain shows up in Y/N’s dimension. That villain being the Spot that appeared in Miles’s dimension.

Information on abilities and powers: All normal Spider Powers like wallcralling/running, Spider Sense, super strength, and heightened reflexes, etc; Organic webbing that comes straight from his wrist; electrical power that can be used in in both fighting and through Y/N’s webs, Venom Blast, Camouflage, Night Vision, small Healing Factor

Note: I thought of this idea while just laying around on my bed at like 2 in the morning. I liked it, but I don’t know how other people will receive this idea. Y/N will be rocking one of the three Spider-Man suits of your choice below. I’m leaving three options for a Spider-Man Stealth suit for people to choose.

#1

#2

#3

I hope these options were good for anyone reading. Personally, I would choose #2 because it seems more like something a 15 year old would be able to make on his own given enough time and effort.

— Y/N POV

I was walking home from school to my apartment that I live at with my mom and my cousin, Peter, when I saw Mysterio causing chaos around Queens. I immediately knew that I would have to cancel my plans later for joining Ned and Peter in building some Star Wars Legos. I duck down into a alleyway and swap out my hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers for my Shadow Spider suit. As I got my Spider suit on, my suit’s AI turned on and spoke.

Suit AI: Greetings, Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see you again.

Y/N: Yeah, it’s always nice to see you too, Anna.

I had decided to call my suit’s AI “Anna” to give it a little more of a personality. Peter called his suit’s AI “Karen”

Anna: Shall I let any of the Avengers know about the current situation?

Y/N: Eh, not right now, Anna. I’m sure I can handle it.

Anna: If you say so.

Y/N: Getting snarky now, are we?

Anna: I have no idea what you mean.

Y/N in a sarcastic tone: Sure you don’t, Anna, sure you don’t.

Anna: I detect sarcasm.

I just chuckle at Anna’s remark. I then toss my backpack into the air and web it to a wall in the alleyway to ensure it doesn’t go anywhere. I started webswinging over to where Mysterio was causing mayhem when I saw my cousin webswinging over to Mysterio as well. I hit Mysterio with a web and pulled him away from harming a family that was running away.

Mysterio: Argh! What the fuck is your problem?!

Shadow Spider: Oh, sorry for stopping you from hurting innocent people, asshat!

Mysterio: Just wait until I squash you like the insect you are! You’re de—

Mysterio was cut off by Spider-Man punching him across the face.

Spider-Man: Oh save it, Mysterio.

SS: Nice to see you join the party, Spider-Man!

SM: It’s always a pleasure, Shadow Spider!

SS: Let’s beat this asshole!

After I said that, Mysterio began summoning all sorts of drones to attack the two of us.. Spider-Man and I began to destroy as many drones as we could. I saw an opening and I webbed Mysterio and pulled him towards me before sucker punching him across the face. Mysterio managed to grab me and throw me backwards into a building. I went through about three walls before I stopped. I pulled myself out of the wall that I was wedged in and I ran out and jumped through the hole I was thrown in. I webbed back to where Mysterio and Spider-Man are. Spider-Man was webbing up Mysterio and I landed on top of Mysterio, causing him to wince as I helped Spider-Man to web the villain up. After enough webbing was on Mysterio, we used the opportunity to web him to the wall and made sure that he could not move a muscle or get free from the webs. I slapped Mysterio across the face and webbed his mouth shut. I quickly stuck a note to his face after said slap with said note saying “To the Avengers and NYPD. From your your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and Shadow Spider” on it. Spider-Man and I both began webslinging away from Mysterio and we got onto a secluded rooftop away from prying eyes. I take my mask off to reveal my face with my short (Y/H/C) (Y/H/C = your hair color) fade haircut and I see Peter remove his mask to show me his 18 year old face.

Peter: Nice job, cuz.

Y/N: Same to you, Peter. Go on ahead, I’ll meet you back home.

I see Peter put his mask back on and start swinging away back home. I duck back down into the same alleyway from before and grab my backpack just before I quickly change into my hoodie, sweats, and sneakers back on. However, when I finished changing, I saw a weird glitchy looking portal open up a few feet away from me. I was about to walk away from the portal and pretend that it was nothing, but I heard some screams and fighting coming from inside of the portal.

Y/N: Fuck. Well, like the saying goes: “Fortune favors the bold”. Fuck it.

I run to the portal and backflip into it. While going through the portal, I see all sorts of different dimensions that have all sorts of different Spider-people. One dimension having a Spider-Woman that ended up being my mother, May Parker; a dimension with sentient cars and a car spider-person, you get the idea with shit like that.

Y/N: What the fuck?

After a few more minutes of seeing the different dimensions, the portal spit me out in the same alleyway from before, but this one had two of those “influencers” from TikTok or Vine or whatever site they post to. The portal closed before they saw me and when they did, I just waved and pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head to keep my face concealed. Once I’m out of the alley, I look up to hears something on the news and see something I didn’t expect to see.

(What Y/N saw)

Y/N: What the hell? Peter’s dead? And he’s 26? He looks nothing like my cousin. Okay, it’s clear I’m not in my normal New York anymore. Fuck, alright. Y/N, calm down, figure out a plan.

However, I felt someone’s presence behind me and I turn to see an officer of the PDNY behind me. I see his badge says Officer Morales.

Jefferson Morales: Hey kid, you okay?

Y/N: Yeah….yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking. Hey, do you know where Brooklyn Visions Academy is by chance? I need to get there watch my cousin’s recital. I promised her I’d be there tonight.

I pray to god that my lie doesn’t make the officer suspicious of me at all. I don’t attend Visions Academy back in my dimension, but it is on the way to my high school.

Jeff: Of course I do, believe it or not, my son goes there, it’s that way. -Jeff points down the road-

Y/N: Got it, I appreciate the assistance, officer, thank you!

Jeff: No problem. Enjoy your day, kid.

I watch him walk away and I immediately start walking in the direction the guy pointed in to not make him suspicious, but I cut into a coffee shop and head into the bathroom. I lock the door and I look at myself in the mirror before taking a few deep breaths to calm down and think about what has happened. However, that was short lived by me starting to glitch.

Y/N: -lets out a few grunts of pain while glitching before he stops- Fuck! What the hell was that? I need to figure out what is going on and I need to find a way to get home. I might as well head to Visions Academy just as a cover.

I leave the coffee shop and I start making my way to the Academy when I see a kid around the age of 15 with an Afro sticking to the side of a building, looking incredibly freaked out.

Y/N: Okay, you don’t usually see that in your average New York City, but then again, when is NYC ever normal? I mean we have fucking superheroes and all sorts of different villainous bullshit going on in the universe somewhere. Fuck it, I need to find somewhere to bunker down.

I see a manhole in the street and I look around to make sure nobody is around and see that there is nobody around. I use my webs and pull the manhole out to be able to climb down to the subway tunnels beneath the city. Once I manage to make it down, I start carefully trekking through the dark, utilizing my night vision I obtained from being bitten by the spider that gave me my powers. I manage to find a small area that has a workbench, a few lockers, and a map of the underground subway system as well as a map for all of NYC. (Think of the metro tunnels fast travel location from Dead Island 2) I get to work on finding out just what the bell is going on.

Y/N: Let’s see….I know I’m not back home anymore, but just what dimension am I in.

I start looking over the map to see if there is any differences from my dimension. I see a place that catches my attention since it doesn’t exist in my dimension.

Y/N: Alchemax Chemicals….that might be a good place to start on finding out just what is happening.

I begin glitching out again like before.

Y/N: -Grunting in pain- Ahhh, GODDAMMIT!! I need to find something to help get me home. Alright, time to make my way to Alchemax.

I felt my Spider-Sense go haywire, but when I looked around, I didn’t see anything around me.

Y/N: Hmm… That was weird……I swear that there was someone around here…..Okay, something isn’t right, but I need to get to Alchemax quickly.

I quickly changed out of my clothing and put on my Shadow Spider suit before I started making my way out of the small work area and out to the subway tunnels to get to Alchemax, but I never noticed that I was being watched and followed.

— A few minutes earlier —

??? POV

I need to find a way home. I don’t know how I got here, but I’ve been trying to remain incognito ever since I landed in this version of New York. I began watching this guy that caught my attention after the incident I had encountered with Miles back at Visions Academy. I’m not sure what about him peaked my attention, but I watched him as I saw him look up, I did the same and we saw Miles sticking to wall and rolling around the wall while still sticking to it. However, I trained my attention back to the teen in front of me and I saw him look around. I quickly ducked into the alleyway near me and watched from around the corner as the guy used webs that looked like it came directly out of his wrist to lift up a manhole and throw it away.

???: So he is a Spider as well. Makes sense now that I think of why he caught my attention.

I quickly run over to the sewer entrance and climb down after the guy. I follow him until he reaches a small work area. I don’t know how he was able to navigate his way through here when it’s pitch black.

Y/N: Let’s see….I know I’m not back home anymore, but just what dimension am I in. I start looking over the map to see if there is any differences from before.

The guy checks the map.

Y/N: Alchemax Chemicals….that might be a good place to start on finding out just what is happening.

I watch as the guy starts glitching out, I don’t think I’ve seen that happen before.

Y/N: -Grunting in pain- Ahhh, GODDAMMIT!! I need to find something to help get me home. Alright, time to make my way to Alchemax.

I feel my Spider-Sense go crazy as I go closer to the teen and I see the guy has the same reaction that I did. I hide up in the rafters of the room to avoid being spotted.

Y/N: Hmm… That was weird……I swear that there was someone around here…..Okay, something isn’t right, but I need to get to Alchemax quickly.

I watch him change into his Spider-Man suit and go back out into the subway tunnels. As he left the area, I jumped down from the ceiling and took off my mask and pulled the hood of my Spider-Woman costume down. I run my hand through my blonde hair that hangs down on the left side of my head and let out a heavy breath of air. I look at a mirror that was hanging on a wall and saw my 17 year old self looking back at me. I look back to where the guy left to the tunnels.

Gwen: Looks like I’m going to be following him to Alchemax Chemicals.

— Y/N POV —

Y/N: It’s not like things can get any worse.

After heading back out to the subway tunnels, I look at the map of the subway tunnels to plan my route out of the subway. I decide on a route and I start making my way through, still having the feeling of being followed. I shrug off the feeling and continue to make my way through the tunnels. However, I soon see the last thing I wanted to see after I entered a big boiler room after going through one of the doors in the subway tunnels while being away from home. That thing or rather things is the my dimension’s goddamn villains with at least two of them. The first one being Mysterio from earlier with battling him, the bruising still evident all over his face when he took off his helmet. The second one is Vulture who should still be in prison after what happened with him trying to suit Tony Stark’s things. Fucking hell, I still remember fighting him alongside Peter on the night of Peter’s homecoming dance. To this day, that shit was just fucking bizarre, but I don’t even want to know how he managed to get his technology and suit back while being in this dimension. I activate my camouflage and start to eavesdrop on whatever the two fucks are discussing.

Vulture: Olivia wants us to meet her at Alchemax Chemicals, right?

Mysterio: That is correct, my bird themed friend.

Vulture: Don’t forget, Kingpin wants us to get those materials for the Collider.

Mysterio: Good call. I nearly did.

I watch as the two finally decide to leave the boiler room.

Y/N: Well, as it turns out, things can get worse than they already are for fuck’s sake.

I quietly followed after the villains while making sure I don’t attract more attention than necessary.

To be continued…..

That’s part 1 of this new series I’m making with the Spider-verse movies. I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I did creating this first bit. I’ll be taking time to myself for the next few days before I start in the next part.