#the human brain doesn't work like that?? im pretty sure if you were in the same situation as till and you saw someone familiar

[axasfxy]

aww, they both died seeing their crushes that never liked them back #couplegoals 💕💕

They really died on the same day huh

[unfriedough]

hiii! first of all just wanna say how much i love your writing <3

could i please request a zuko x lightningbender!reader scenario/hc where the reader is a part of the gaang and she used to be best friends with zuko when they were little? and then he joins and they finally catch up after everything? thank you!

‘This doesn't change anything,’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: yeah i wrote this MANY times before i was happy with it, which is why it took ages IM SO SORRY also THANK YOU <333

Summary:

LIghtning bender reader who is Zuko's former BFF now kinda hates him but he's determined to get on her good side.

Warnings: opening up, insulting eachother.

honestly 

It was so awkward

You refused to speak to him if it wasn’t strictly professional

The poor boy tried so hard

When he pleased katara but not u he was so sad

He would try to sit next to you by the campfire to eat and you would just dip

He’d have that sad 🙁 look on his face and the gang would be like “it’s okay man.”

ITS NOT OKAY!!! He couldn’t sleep because he missed u so much and seeing u in person was like, taking a toll on him

He was so entranced by you and your little mannerisms. You’d grown so much and gotten cuter since he last saw you (which he didn’t even think was possible). He especially loved when you played with lighting in your fingers

It was like, when someone else did it it was evil and dangerous, but when you did it it was lovely and cozy 

You just had that effect on him

The first time you two were able to speak was when you had taken the reigns on Appa to allow the others to rest. He was stargazing when your voice broke him out of a trance.

“You’re a real pain, you know that Zuko?”

He sat up suddenly, looking at you from his spot. You were leaning back, yawning as you stretched on the mammals fur.

“I mean, you come here, barge into this little group, and expect me to be nice to you. Fire nation royals and their audacity.” You said matter-of-factly, your tone so relaxed, completely going against what you were saying.

“I don’t expect that. I just want you to hear me out.”

“I’ve heard you enough,” he recalled moments where he’d rant for hours on hours to you, and you would lend an unwavering open ear, and inviting open arms.

“Yeah,” he replied sadly, sliding down next to you. You scooted over.

“And what if I pushed you?�� 

“You wouldn’t,”

“Or would I?” You smirked, “but this time instead of a face full of pool water, you’ll pop like a balloon,” the shrubs reminded you of spikes.

“I’m not sure that’s how human bodies work,” he mumbled playfully.

“Oh what? Just because you went to private school?”

“Yn we went to the same school,” you opened your mouth, before shrugging as you couldn’t think of a response.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, they landed back on you.

You shivered slightly, you were pretty good at your fire bending, but lacked when it came to warmth. Though you can expel a mean red flame, you can’t regulate your body temperature quite right. Smoothly, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Keeping you warm,” Zuko replied, an intense look on his eyes, contrasting the sweet smile playing on his lips. 

“Smooth,” you grinned, your brain going fuzzy, then immediatly frowned. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

He slumped a fraction, almost missable, but you caught it. The fire bender nodded.

He rested his head back on the fur, looking distantly into the stars. From your angle, Zuko’s jaw was sharp, and his side profile was alluring. You couldn’t help but rest your head on him. Contradicting your previous statement- there was something so entrancing about him. Feeling your stare, he met your eyes, a certain- almost unreadable- look behind his irises.

“Then what would?” He asked quietly.

You paused, thinking for a second. “I don’t know,”

He sighed defeatedly, throwing his head back again. “Understandable,” 

You remained silent as a response. He clicked his tongue.

“Do you remember,” Zuko paused, as if trying to find the words. “Do you remember love amongst dragons?” 

You grinned, “As if I could forget. Lady Ursa took us every time,” you giggled.

You enjoyed the play and all it’s weird quirks, Zuko however, did not. He would complain, and complain, and complain until you'd shushed him harshly when the main characters would share their kiss. He found you annoying, in a weird, endearing way.

He scrunched his nose, “it wasn’t even a good play,”

“Just say you hate love,” 

‘Well then I’d be lying,’ he thought.

“I don’t hate love,”

“Oh sorry hate is a strong word. Despise?”

He snorted, “Not that either,”

“Huh. That would mean the spoiled prince actually loved love.”

“Maybe not love. Mildly enjoy.”

“Isn’t that literally the same thing?”

“Depends, I love fruit tarts, I mildly enjoy fire flakes.”

“Hmm.” You pondered, “I love Appa,” you grinned down at the beast, then back up to Zuko, “I mildly enjoy your company.”

A pink dust rose to his cheeks, that sweet smile from earlier returning to grip onto your heart strings, “I’ll take it.” He said quietly.

“I wonder if they still show the play,” you hummed.

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough,” you were on course to the esteemed ember island estate, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited.

“Well then I wonder if they changed the casting,”

“I doubt anyone would wanna partake in that, the ember island players literally suck so bad,”

“Oh c’mon, didn’t you cry that one time when the characters reunited?”

The boy looked like a deer caught in headlights, he was secretly hoping you’d forgotten about it, “It was a sad moment,” he pouted.

You leaned forward and pinched his cheeks, “Sure it was, wittle zuko can’t handle a little sap,” you giggled.

He swatted your hand away, “you’re a bully,” he scoffed.

“Guess that makes the two of us,” you sighed out.

basically, that was what finally made you two start talking

No, the gang didn’t know, you refused to treat him like a human when they were awake. But you softened up when they were asleep.

Zuko will admit he found it odd, but hey, talking in secret is better than no talking right?

He seemed lighter and more open when he started catching up and reliving childhoods with you

It felt like you were finally letting him into your concrete house, despite him having to force his way in at the beginning.

You were surprised when he opened up to you about things he never has with others, fond memories of his mother, even sometimes with his sister or father. 

Despite your hatred for him, you couldn’t help but find yourself entranced by the way he spoke. His voice had a certain lull in it, a rasp accenting his words, the same words he struggled to find.

You yourself found it was easier to speak to him than some others, on nights where you both sat vulnerable, only protection being each other's promises.

You confessed to having a small crush on him as kids, shocked to find it used to be reciprocated. 

You reminisced on times where you’d tease Zuko, and the times he’d finally stand up for himself against you

When the moon was highest in the sky, the secrets and such came further to light. He admitted he still felt like a bad guy in the end of the day, in his younger days, Zuko had never been the good guy.

You assured him people change, like the tides, like the weather, like the seasons. 

(You refrained from mentioning his hair, it seemed like an inappropriate time to make fun of him)

He expressed to you times where he had travelled with his uncle, all their journeys and detours, and you did the same with your gang trips and adventures.

From the little things like Sokka being covered in Appa’s snot, to larger things like injuries and nightmares

Slowly, you turned from two people who tolerate each-other, to two people who actually really love each other.

Of course, NEVER EVER EVER would you admit that, but it was true.

The unfortunate time for the battle came, you took the road with Sokka, Toph and Suki. Assisting them with your lightning wad no easy task, it was exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time. Usually, you’d limit yourself to 3-4 shots a day, by the 10th minute, you were on 12. Your body was shaking and weak, but you pushed on, even though you knew your life was on the line.

After the long and tedious battle with all those soldiers, the sky turned blue, and you knew it was over, you had won the war.

You stumbled to the group, Sokka’s leg was hurt pretty bad and you didn’t want to take the attention off of him. Each step felt like your body was ablaze, and you held back noises of discomfort.

When you’d finally reached the gang, and exchanged hugs with everyone else, you stopped at Zuko. Mumbled, “I still hate you,” and then engulfed him in a hug so tight - you didn’t even know you were capable of it. 

Everyone else was in shock at the sight, they were sure you hated him, but oh well, it’s better than hearing you complain again.

While they conversed, you felt yourself begin to lose consciousness.

You rested your head against him, loosening your grip and your vision went dark.

You were out for about 5 minutes before you regained consciousness. You were still in the same position, except by this time, everyone was looking at you concerned. Katara placed her palm on your forehead.

“I’m ok. Just tired.” You mumbled quietly.

You were suddenly aware of how close you were to the fire bender, immediately moving back and laughing nervously. Almost falling if not for Toph pushing you back to your feet.

You could see him deflate slightly.

“Thanks Zuko,” you punctuated it with a forced laugh.

“Yeah it’s cool,” he nodded, frowning.

As you all walked back to Appa, you found that you and him fell behind the group, walking at nearly the same pace.

“How much lightning did you use?”

“Do you think I was getting burned alive and counting?”

He chuckled, “I guess not, but you seem tired,”

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out,”

He smiled at you, nearing to try to assist you in walking. You quickly put a hand up, smiling at him and his cute little frowny face. He tilted his head to the side. 

You slipped your hand into his, immediately feeling his body temperature get knocked up a few notches.

After a few more steps, you looked over to Appa as they climbed. Just as no one was looking, you walked up to him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

Then took a few steps towards the beast.

“Zuko,” he looked at you from his spot, still dazed, “this still doesn’t change anything between us.”

All the fire bender could do was laugh.

An: HI if u requested im starting soon hopefully <3

[cyxnidx]

Hello! How are you doing? :-) I saw your recent post and it was really good! good job btw I really liked it a lot ^_^ anyways, I wanted to request something since I saw that their open, so これを始めましょう！

Can I request Stolas, Angel Dust and Alastor with a Male! Human! S/O that looks very feminine (facial wise) and gets mistaken for a girl :,) (that’s the pain I go through 😔) and they always have to correct people and eventually get sick of it? How would they react?

Thank you! Have a good day :)

heyy! im pretty good for the moment, thanks for asking :) 始めよう！sorry if its short :,)

warnings: ftm!reader, them being dramatic

Stolas

the first time the instance occurred out in public, it definitely sent him off balance a bit.

it would go something like this:

"nice girl, stolas!" a stranger called off, their friends whistling while they walk away. you watch stolas look around, confused. "girl..?" his eyes reach yours, who seems to be embarrassed and a bit ticked off. "did they just call you a girl?" he asks, almost secretively. you nod reluctantly.

it takes him a while to understand why they were talking to you - he felt it was obvious you were a boy.

you'd have to explain to him your feminine features and how they're commonly found in women.

after that though, he'd understand.

make an effort to inform everyone, whether or not they knew, that you're a boy and going by whatever your pronouns are.

definitely gets a bit irritated when somebody he made sure to inform still doesn't get it right.

will literally burn down a house because of it. (and has.)

Angel Dust

the day somebody called you a girl was the same day that person coincidentally went missing.

has brought up possibly getting you a shirt that says "i'm a guy" on it.

is literally the biggest ally. supports you in everything (from ur transition, to your presentation.)

anybody who complained could go and die on a field of landmines for all he cared

i feel typically angel isnt very emotional, but about this?? he'll take everything personal

literally almost started a war over somebody mistaking you for a girl???

he's stabbed random ass people because after you corrected them, they didn't listen.

"i'm actually a guy," you'd say softly after your at-work friend called you 'pretty'. it was still a compliment, but you were hoping for a more masculine compliment. seeing angel in your peripheral vision watching carefully, you watch the person shrug. "i just called you pretty?" "yes but i'd prefer more masculine compliments.." "just accept it."

yeahh ur work friend will no longer be attending their job.

Alastor

at first, i feel that he humored it for a bit.

however, the more it happened? it somewhat irked him.

it probably irked him more than you?? somehow.

you might not notice it but he makes him so mad lmao

"is something the matter?" you'd ask, almost disregarding how someone just mis gendered you. "peachy." he'd respond, though, his eyes low and intimidating for anyone who'd look at him.

definitely rants - to anybody that'll listen.

constantly feels the need to apologize on society's behalf whenever someone decides to be outwardly dumb in his opinion

"i'm sorry." he'd tell you, eyes filled with fire and war - almost murderous. "these imbeciles can't help but make it obvious they're operating on half a brain cell."

alastor is mostly passive-aggressive with others and your gender

he almost feels guilty for teasing you about your features before when he sees you getting a bit timid or defensive about the whole thing.

[l0stfoster]

Paul anon here, im literally in fucking tears by these doodles like . Im so . Skgskshdjhdbd AH. The socs choking Paul bc they dont know how his power works makes so much sense but is also like , SO sad . And Soda showing up during the jumping is crazy and Umbra my beloved you are the best character in this .

Darry calling Paul his pretty boy im gonna mmfnshhdvd i actually had to put my phone down and the RINGGSGSSS IM ACTUALLY SOO pony being a good brother reluctantly is soo funny and special to me actually . And paul using the last bit of money he had saved to buy that ring for darry is so ,, what a simp, i love him so bad . that had me in tears i love cursed!parry so much

And the powers beinf tied to his lifeforce ,, we’re gonna pray to god he never tries a ritual again or imma rock his shit lovingly <3

Im so obsessed with this au actually and it is constantly in my brain good job please never split parry up or i will sue 🫶🫶

Paul anon you match my freak™️ because we’re both insane for Cursed Paul. The writers appreciate every time you pop up because I storm over to our discord server and smack down a screenshot like it’s murder trial evidence and I'm an android detective (/ref) it’s great. Paul's jumping sucks extra for him because in the way I've gone about it is that the ones who jumped him were arguably the socs he was closest with; they took his sudden shift to bond with the greasers as an utter insult. Started a little writing thing about it but I'm not sure if I'll finish it, was mostly for my own visualization.

Paul got SO lucky that Soda showed, though it's likely that absolutely anyone would've followed after Umbra as well. Poor Soda absolutely PANICKED after the socs were gone, though. He had no idea if Paul was even still alive. (Fun Fact! In parallel to Two's jumping and how he mistook Dally for a soc when he was found, Paul assumed the same with Soda. Instead of lashing out against him, he tried to use his magic to get Umbra to run </3 Thought she was in danger by being there.) Even with his newfound scars and the ones he already had (ritual scars beloathed) he always be Darry's pretty boy. He loves his man, do NOT separate them. It certainly wasn't the last of his money but it sure as hell WAS the majority of the money he'd been making ('cause like I said, he does eventually end up finding work to help w/ bills). He's so down bad, Paul would do so much for Darry and it's my favorite thing ever. They get to be healthy.. or, as healthy as an unstable fae and human in a gay relationship during the 60's can be?? Seems like you might have to rock his shit.. Paul doesn't know that very important fact; but he is VERY intent on freeing himself (and assumedly, whatever upcoming generations of Tulsa) from this curse. Poor Darry has to witness the outcome. Aaand don't worry, Parry will never split (save for their pre-book falling out {and when I draw non-canon Darbit} ) so don't sue me I'm poor /silly

[thewertsearch]

TG: i will be your server TG: and past me will stay as roses server TG: which is to say present me will TG: the one in the black suit GG: ohh… GG: i guess that makes sense TG: he can keep managing her for a while TG: until she sorta checks out soon and becomes totally useless

Rose is already detached from the party, following unseen orders in service of an unseen plan - but according to Dave, she's going to get worse.

This, I assume, is the point at which she becomes obscured from Kanaya's viewport. Rose is going to keep digging this hole, right up until she reaches some critical point on her timeline - and then, if I'm reading correctly between the lines, she's going to fall apart.

Final alchemy session, let's go!

Hey, calm down! Just because it's snowing outside doesn't mean it's Christmas just yet.

We're certainly getting close...

STEP OFF. … You decide he can keep the SORD….. though.

Abandoning your best weapon? A poor tactical decision by the Knight.

TT: Did you do anything on the moon besides rifle through my belongings? TT: Such as remove your shades and turn your gaze Ringward, by any chance? [...] TG: i did TT: What did you see? TG: horrible things [...] TG: when i saw them TG: their voices became clearer TT: What were they saying? TG: i couldnt really focus on anything specific TG: but TG: in totality TG: im pretty sure it was TG: like TT: ? TG: a plea for help

That's a little vague - but then again, they may be so alien to us that they're not able to communicate more clearly. This might be the closest thing to a human-readable message that the Gods can create.

This is probably a good place to put my transcription of the Squiddle song from Jade's nap. Much of it is unintelligible, but the parts we can hear are rather illuminating.

Squiddles are no ordinary friends, they work, and play, and work again. But they have homes, and mommies too; yes, they have mommies just like you.

Firstly, the Squiddles try to explain that they're not completely different from us. They're extraordinary creatures, practically incomprehensible to the Players - and yet, they have a home. They have loved ones. They play.

They repeat this assertion twice, as though they desperately want the Players to understand this.

So let them go to bed right now, so they can rest, and make cute sounds. If they can't rest they won't be strong …and they are really tiny.

They go on to say that they're exhausted. They need to rest, but something is keeping them busy. As a result, they're becoming 'tiny' and weak.

They can't make the 'cute sounds' that they're known for, which I suspect is a metaphor for the advice they normally dispense to Derse Dreamers, but I'm less sure about that.

[Unintelligible] …so let them sleep... …cause they will die if…

At this point, the music begins to fade out - but not before we hear that the Squiddles' lives are in danger. Something out in the depths of space is killing the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors.

Squiddle dee dee, squiddle dee dum. Everyone sing, a Squiddley song. Let's all be friends, And work as a team. Squiddles for you, Squiddles for me.

The final verse is self-explanatory.

It's unclear what, exactly, is happening out in the Furthest Ring, but it's dire enough that the Horrorterrors are reaching out to their neighbors, the Players of Sburb, and asking them to form an alliance.

We're seeing that alliance through Feferi, who has convinced them to blow the Dream Bubbles and link the two sessions. We're also seeing it through Rose, the only human Player willing to listen to the Squiddles' song - but her situation is more murky. I do think I understand her mental state a little better, though.

Rose is acting on Horrorterror advice - which means she's acting on whispers, corrupted images and half-heard fragments of a song. I don't think the Gods are manipulating her so much as they're playing a game of Telephone with her brain. They can't relay direct instructions, so the best they can do is transmit the vibe of what needs to happen, and the Seer has to figure the rest out for herself.

No wonder she's so evasive about her plan - I don't think she understands more than a quarter of it. She isn't nearly as in-control of the situation as she's pretending to be, and if she admits as much to John, she'd probably lose her nerve.

[rjschoicesstuff]

2, 27, 35, 59 for the poly asks for Rippy Gabe Cas

Thank uuu!!

Link to the ask game

Answers under the cut

2. Did the relationship start polyamorous, or was it a monogamous relationship that eventually opened?

Cas and Gabe were in a mono relationship back when they were human (+ a bit as vampires). This somehow feels relevant LOL. This is just specific 2 my version btw @ ppl who never read ID lol 💀.

When it's made Official they're in a vee relationship, but also before that there's definitely already Stuff going on obviously, with Cas DEFINITELY not being open to it and Gabriela also preferring to keep it between them (tho definitely is more like Ripley is free to choose and I would be okay as long as I fit in that picture). I think right before Gabriela went feral and almost kills Ripley they were very close to making it official between them, I think. 2 bad for Gabe That happens and Ripley actually starts looking at Cas differently and he becomes an Option.

27. Of the members who live together, do they all sleep in one bed too? All separate bedrooms? Something in-between?

Right Now none of them live together, Cas and Gabe live with fake families (as do all teen vampires who are currently in school) and Ripley stays at the Nexus until she gets a GRIP lol. I think her bed there is definitely too small for it but Cas still sleeps over a lot. Partly because it's easier to skip school when there's no one to get pissed when you don't get up in the morning. I feel like sometimes she's just like pls no n makes him sleep in her beanbag instead, or they both stay up all night.

Once Ripley moves back in with her mom Cas and Gabe will be staying over there a lot but Ripley's bed there definitely doesn't fit 3 people so one of them always has to go on a mattress on the floor next to her bed.

Im not sure about the future yet but I do like the idea of Gabriela going to university in a big city on a leyline with an allied coven and Cas and Ripley following her and Ripley going to trade school + working part time, while Cas actually gets a job too (everyone is surprised) so they can afford an apartment/a studio, while Gabriela stays in the dorms at her university. And she'd stay with Cas and Ripley often because their bed is big enough for the 3 of them. And otherwise Cas and Ripley just share the bed when Gabe stays at her dorm.

I think after that they'd NOT want to live with parents, real or fake, again, at least for this life. So they'd hire an apartment in Crimson Beech. I think they'd all sleep together but they'd have a guest room where people can retreat to if needed, it def isn't big enough for all of them to have their own room. + also with how vampire sleep works (I hc that they do sleep but they don't really need it, like it serves more to give the brain a break than for rest) some days someone just skips sleeping anyway.

35. Were any of the members raised in a polyamorous family?

None of them were. I think Ripley got the closest experience to it with her mom's friends helping a lot in raising her to the point where it felt like having many parental figures, but in the end her mom was her only parent + never dated anymore at all after her last girlfriend passed away (a few years before Ripley was born).

59. How does the polycule celebrate birthdays?

Not in any super special ways, like the other two will generally buy presents separately + beforehand they tend to decide on if the birthday person wants to plan the day or have the others surprise them with something. + they spoil the bday person all day ofc lol. I think for Cas and Gabe it's all pretty new because I think neither of them really celebrated their birthdays the past decades aside from Gabe with her human friends the past few years. I think a lot of vampires don't but I can see them keeping it up because it's just nice for everyone to have Their Day.

[moonfurthetemmie]

this has been sitting in my drafts since the beginning of the month and i don't know why. it looks like everything's here

im going to blame @nom-de-plume-system for causing a good chunk of these thoughts.

Initially it started because i was rereading that H!DS/DS crossover fic I started and dropped ages and ages ago. I had made some offhand comment/joke about Nightmare selling his kidneys for something nice for Kevin.

but now I know that in OG dreamtale, guardians/spirits are very durable and have some really impressive regeneration. And that one-off joke got me thinking.

Hypothetically, a human-like spirit (such as DS Nightmare) could donate most of their organs, pretty much indefinitely. They'd have to wait for them to regenerate, obviously, but...mmmost of their organs they could get removed and live. Brain's an obvious no, heart's almost definitely a no. One lung is survivable, but both is iffy at best. Anything else isn't vital enough to cause serious damage for the (relatively) short period of time before they regenerate.

I mentioned this in the discord server we're in. For now, I will spare you the hypotheticals about how it would work for the receiver, and thoughts on the possible complications of getting an organ from a semi-immortal being with crazy regeneration, and skip to the fun part:

Horror!Dreamswap. The Delusional ending.

We made it worse.

I have officially dubbed this variant "Delusional Organ Donor"

Pluto's having a bad time but thinks he's fine

Gouge is having a GREAT time and knows it

Delusion has somehow managed to become more delusional

do you see where i'm going with this. Read the tags, and if you're prepared for some dark shit then buckle up

cracks knuckles

Let me lay down some 'rules' that were made for how this organ removal works for guardians.

As I said, the brain is absolutely a no. But most other things can be done.

The less vital the organ is, the slower it regenerates. Lungs regenerate quite fast. Gallbladder...eh. Maybe a couple of days.

They can also, generally speaking, feel that these things are missing. More important organs especially so, though what exactly this feels like very much depends on what the thing is. The most notable ones are large organs and vital organs.

I'm still not entirely sure on whether or not they'd survive their heart being removed, but I did figure out what it would be like if they could.

Firstly, they would still slowly 'die.'

Their fingers and toes, hands and feet, and eventually their whole arms and legs just start to go numb. Might be pins and needles numb at first, but it becomes more of nothing at all as the time passes. They also start to get a little loopy from lack of oxygen to their brain towards the end of it, before they’ve fully regenerated.

But their heart regenerates faster than all the rest. Because it’s still very very much a vital organ, and even their resilient bodies can’t live without it too long. Being without their heart is incredibly dangerous, and any more damage to their body probably would kill them. Moving around much is a terrible idea.

It’s not. Fun. Being able to feel a literal hole where your literal heart should be.

~

Delusion's main goal for getting Pluto to stay in JR with him is to have his friend back. Perfect world nonsense aside, he misses Pluto a lot.

At some point, it occurs to Delusion that he and Pluto should be able to donate their organs. Like, multiple times. They'll just regrow, right? So...maybe Pluto could actually help with his perfect world.

So he starts seriously looking into a fate splitter. With something like this, the possibility of accidentally killing Pluto is quite high. And as heartbroken as Delusion would be if Pluto died, he can't let someone's fuckup on Pluto be then end of him. He has a duty.

But still, his focus is on having Pluto with him again. So Delusion doesn't care what the status of that whole project is, until he gets Pluto with him.

Pluto spends quite a while in JR, once Delusion has brainwashed him I mean, reminded him of how close they were. He's pretty content there. He did miss Delusion. He just had some objections to a lot of Delusion's plans. Not anymore though! He's happy to

Eventually though the fate splitter is ready. And Delusion talks to Pluto about his idea.

Pluto considers. It doesn't occur to him that Delusion could also donate his organs. It doesn't occur to Delusion to do it, either. But Pluto eventually agrees.

The only problem is that none of the doctors in JR, not even ones who've lost family or friends to Pluto and his friends, are willing to do this. Not to the extent Delusion and Pluto are thinking of. For a while, sure. Some would even think he deserved it. But...for that long...

So Delusion, in a stroke of brilliance and foolishness, has some of them teach Gouge how to safely remove a person's organs.

Delusion, knowing Gouge rather well by now, sets some rules for her.

She has anesthetize Pluto before she takes his organs.

She can't take too many organs at once; if it's not something vital, she can do a couple so long as they aren't from the same organ system.

She needs to give him something for the pain.

Gouge proceeds to ignore one and two, aside from making sure not to take so many organs that she kills him. And she only gives him enough pain medicine to keep him from passing out from the pain while she's removing his organs.

Yes, you read that correctly. She is intentionally keeping him awake to watch her remove his organs.

It's great! Pluto is having so many regrets! But he doesn't back out.

He wants to help. Maybe not people in general, but definitely at least Delusion. He'll be fine. He'll definitely be fine, right? Right...

~

Now, since the whole point of getting Pluto to stay in JR was to have his friend back, Delusion comes to visit while Gouge's not doing her thing. For this purpose (and also because it's convenient, on the off-chance tries to bolt), there is a rather strong magic-suppressor in the disturbingly well-hidden and well-stocked 'operation room' Gouge for some reason already had. Delusion doesn't want to hurt Pluto anymore than he already is hurting after these operations.

But...this also means Delusion can Feel Things.

The first time Delusion comes down, Pluto's fucking tired, and definitely hurting, but he's doing alright. Really. Promise.

It was only the first time gouge took his organs.

But Pluto slowly began to look worse and worse. He still looks happy when Delusion comes to see him, but the pain and exhaustion in his face, and in his voice…

And Delusion, free from the pain of his own aura, began to wonder if this was really a good idea. For Pluto, i mean; it's definitely a great idea for the people getting his organs.

But, surely it couldn't be. He was a god. He knew was was right.

…Right?

He couldn't bear the idea that he was wrong; not in general, and especially not about this.

Pluto would be fine. See? He's smiling!

And he kept telling himself that. Over and over and over, until he finally believed it.

Pluto will not be getting out of there, so long as Delusion's in control of JR. Having said that, even once he'd convinced himself this really was fine, if Pluto asked if he could maybe just be left alone for a little while because he's so tired, Delusion would agree immediately. He might even have Pluto come up and hang out with him.

But...maybe not. Because a small part of him knows that this is wrong. And while that part has mostly been silenced, it's making him very, very afraid that Pluto would bolt if given half the chance.

gouge is laughing at delusion behind his back. she thinks this is hilarious. her boss is even more delusional than she thought, holy shit. Well, at least she's getting some good fun out of it.

Pluto knows Gouge isn't supposed to be keeping him awake or taking as much as she is. So why doesn't he say anything?

Well, you see, as painful as the organ removal process is, it's even worse to just live without them for a while.

Part of the reason vital organs missing is so notable is because it just fucking sucks. Generally it's pretty painful, too!

Gouge has threatened to take both of Pluto's lungs if he tells Delusion anything. Neither of them are sure if he could survive that, but Pluto doesn't want to find out. As awful as having only one is, at least he can still breathe.

~

Gouge, in the interest of keeping people from asking questions, stores some of Pluto's organs in her little torture dungeon. She can only donate so many at once before the doctors in JR's hospital get suspicious, and if they get suspicious then Delusion is going to hear about it.

Oh, they also found out that Pluto's blood works fine for transfusions. So Gouge will take as much as she can without killing him. Which is...quite a bit.

Pluto prefers blood draw days. It sucks, but the wooziness from blood loss is a lot better than the pain from getting his organs harvested. Especially since Gouge has to stop with the organ harvesting for a while.

~

Pluto does genuinely think he's happy to help Delusion. He just really wishes it wasn't Gouge.

That's all. (that's not all. but he hasn't figured that out yet)

It doesn't help that Gouge has been steadily getting more and more unhinged and eager to hurt him. She's loving this. An indestructible toy she can put through agonizing pain over and over and over again? And just...take pieces out? Is it her birthday or something?

Pluto's not the only one noticing that she's getting worse.

She was a little off before, but in a way that was easily passed off as her just being really anti-social. Which wasn't wrong.

But once Pluto "disappeared", she just…slowly got weirder. She's more distracted. Her eyes seem to light up at any expression of pain. Sometimes she starts grinning for no apparent reason and does this little laugh that sends shivers down everyone's spines. She seems more tired, and yet somehow more…more excited? Almost happier, but it's not quite that.

She's also disappearing more and more often. Delusion seems perfectly fine with this, so he must be having her do something, but no one can figure out what it could be.

Someone swears they saw her go into her apartment with a bag full of bloody clothes one night.

Someone else says they saw her delivering a suspicious package to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning.

Delusion seems entirely unconcerned.

[scalproie]

for the character ask game: kuai, hanzo, bi-han, and smoke with 12, 15-20, and 22 :)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Kuai: I like to think that in the 2nd timeline, post-alliance, kuai wouldve unknowingly taken some inspiration from hanzo's leadership of the shirai ryu to lead his own clan, reforming a lot of stifling rules to establish more of a community within the lin kuei members.

Hanzo: And similarly, especially after the trauma of having lost his entire clan, hanzo wouldve also unknowingly picked up a few things from kuai to lead the new shirai ryu, but rather than making changes to his clan's rules, he's doing most of the work on HIMSELF to lead it more "efficiently" and avoid past tragedies from happening again. Which, if mk11 didnt happened, would have resulted in both clans being similar enough that they have no issue partnering and temporarily switching members for missions, and, should it ever come to that, could even be merged as a single clan (as they once were after all), all thanks to the efforts of their grandmasters.

Bi-han: In the 1st and 2nd timeline, I wanna think bi-han initially did wanted to take the masters' attention and implied abuse away from kuai by being a cocky (but talented) little shit, but over the years the act became who he is as a person as he rose through the ranks to become the lin kuei's best assassin.

Smoke: 2nd timeline smoke literally Came Back Wrong, its impossible to tell where tomas the human boy sacrificed by a cult ends and where enenra the smoke demon begins, is he a human posessed by a demon? or a demon with a human's memory? He is neither completely from earthrealm nor the netherrealm, he belongs nowhere, hence why he has found a home in, and is extra protective of, the few friends he has made.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Subscorp for kuai and hanzo, Bireena for bi-han, and I guess Subsmoke wins by default for tomas (obv not the mk12 one). Im a basic bitch what can I say.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Everything else, im not a multishipper

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Again I guess I'll go with subsmoke

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Kuai and hanzo in the 2nd timeline over the course of three games... pretty good👍 (<- rewrote my brain chemistry). Bi-han and hanzo's rivalry is great. Smoke is underutilized but I do love that he and kuai will be friends in every timeline

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

EVERY relationship they all have could be better bc sadly we get our storytelling from a fucking fighting game, but I want kuai to have a better (not necessarily more positive) dynamic with frost, I want hanzo and harumi's relationship to be done justice, I want bi-han to have his childhood as well as kuai's explored and their history toward each other as brothers deepened (1st and 2nd timeline ESPECIALLY bc man. fuck mk12) and I want smoke to form one meaningful relationship that isnt tied to kuai.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Kuai: kitana

Hanzo: harumi/kenshi/jax/sonya (legends). For the loner of mk, he sure has a lot of bestie potential

Bi-han: sareena (the brotherhood of shadows really)/sektor & cyrax/fujin (I stand that he and fujin would have the funniest dynamic, especially as noob saibot. I want them to have a 80s buddy cop-like adventure together)

Smoke: jade/reptile/johnny

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

WHEN ITS WRITTEN BY MY FRIENDS honestly my wants are simple: I just like when theyre written as adult men raised in a very isolated at best, oppressive at worst (for the lin kueis in particular) environment with lots of unadressed trauma, I also dont like when theyre written as TOO openly romantic, these four men are aaall about repression of feelings (hanzo a little less so) so it'd all be about the subtle, little things. and pining for ages.

[sureihsan]

" come on, you boy child, you winner and loser. come on, you miner for truth and delusion and shine ! "

basic information:

character name: yaratık "ihsan" kaplan

nickname(s):

face claim: uraz kaygılaroğlu

mutation status: mutant (gen ii)

birthday: january 6th, 2138

sexuality: bisexual + grey/biromantic

moral alignment: chaotic evil/true neutral

occupation: "research subject" (lab rat)

work sector: sector 5

affiliation: the damned

3 positive traits: creative, energetic, idk i started writing adjectives last night and i didnt write a third one for this and im not gonna think about that rn i need to SLEEP

3 negative traits: violent, unreliable, misanthropic

biography (optional): link !

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement? ihsan has lived in sol city his entire life. he used to dream of leaving, traveling off to some other settlement (or, perhaps, just succumbing to whatever the elements had to throw at him while on a lone journey), but a few things prevented that from ever happening: 1) well... he was locked in a shed for a while, 2) then he wanted to make sure his sister was A-OK, 3) then he got to the point of just not caring enough to dream, 4) then the damned came along and he had a reason to stay. (it's really hard to format semi-timeline thoughts like these!) while he would still love to be elsewhere one day, he's perfectly pleased with how his life is currently working out.

do they trust the council's leadership? why or why not? he wasn't born yesterday! a bunch of humans running the city? doesn't sound very trustworthy to him! i was gonna say he trusted roger waters growing up, then i remembered this is the year 2175... dammit gray, all of my references have to be thrown out the window!

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn't, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not? he did, indeed, choose to become a 'research subject.' he figured it would require some new... things that would need certifying, right? and he's down for that! he's also down to have his brain picked because he considers himself fucking fascinating! not the dream job (that would be somewhere in sector nine), but it's one that he does not mind!

what's one object that they always keep on their person? a pen and paper.

(mutant only section)

what is your character's ability (or abilities)? horror embodiment

are they gen i or gen ii? gen ii

what can your character do? what are their strengths? thanks for the idea dubs <3

what can't they do? what are their weaknesses? thanks for the idea dubs <3

is there anything else you'd like to specify about them? ihsan's true form has been described pretty well in that gdoc (see: basically an eldritch abomination, could never pass as a human in 10000000000+ years), but his skin suit!!!! -- he is pretty passable for a human in it, but his eyes have black sclera with white swirls (the hypnotic swirl, i believe it's called). in addition, every other tooth is silver (which could just look like a poor fashion choice) and his fingers are a bit scaled.

also. eldritch!ihsan and skinsuit!ihsan are just... so different. jekyll and hyde. skinsuit!ihsan is silly goofy insane energy, no thoughts just murder and revenge. eldritch!ihsan should go ahead and become a philosopher.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

ahh im happy you felt the love with my message!!! honestly, you've made many of my days infinitely better because i get to read your works and get consumed by these concepts you come up with. so you really deserve all the love and recognition, i can't even explain how much joy you've given me whenever i go back to re read derision 💕 there's something about it that tickles a part of my brain that nothing else has.. i mean come on bh going through hell and naive reader is involved in his suffering but has a connection with him and genuinely wanting to help, then the tables turn and bh gets to put reader through hell and suddenly acts cold, wanting to inflict suffering on her as his revenge BUT STILL CARING ABT HERRRRR DSGJNLK why is that so hot and alluring HELPP it's dark and mysterious and obsessive but heartwarming and sweet in a twisted sick way and it's perfect and i love it, this ask doesn't even come close to expressing my love for it either but just know derision is my favorite plot ever i swear. you seriously popped off when you came up with that concept. and yes i have read (and loveee) sweet lies and unhealthy obsession! you're the master of these dark unsettling concepts dear god o_o also bh is somehow so perfect for dark plots.. it's his trojan horse outward aegyo but inner cool mature manliness sweet boy charm.. ooohhh ill be excited for that upcoming lucky one insp fic too omg!!!!???! i am SEATED. the lucky one vibe is really just too good i love it. and ily more!!!!!

Jesus 🥺 I already said it before but it means SO MUCH to hear these things, you're spoiling me for real  😭😭 I just hope you're always happy and safe and all because you're one treasure of a human being 🥺

You're so damn right about Baekhyun though, the Monster MV was literally the reason I got into KPOP to begin with, he did catch me with that vibe, he's VERY perfect for that. He's just a master of facial expressions that send shivers down your spine... I mean,

He looks like a literal alien here. Like just, both scary and somewhat soft/innocent at once???? That's just so surreal. I am DEVOURING this concept.

He can be so goddamn ominous too. Like is he even a real person???????? IDK???????????????????????????

But YASSS it won't be anytime soon since I want to finish Bloodline first before starting something more serious (and those series will be more lengthy for sure), but I'm pretty excited as well. And I mean... now that we started talking about it, I'm going to be definitely writing many more ominous Baekhyuns. I MUST.

Also below is a random snippet without a context of Demon!Baekhyun that I started writing some time ago just because I thought you might like it.

He lifted his hand and carefully rested the edge of the knife at your neck; no pressure needed for the slight prickle of pain to appear and your breath to hitch. You felt your heartbeat quicken, slowly but surely bringing your other senses alive as well – some vibrating sounds in the background, the smell of fire, dark background and soft crystal-looking light coming from above your head. Where the hell were you….? “D… don’t” you choked out with difficulty, your voice hoarse and strangled; something seemed to be stuck in your throat and you started coughing. The tension of the knife on your neck didn’t cease, but neither did it strengthen, held right at the edge of causing the littlest amount of pain without damaging the skin, as though to remind you it’s still there. “Why not?” His voice was nicer than you expected, youthful and not at all expressionless, oozing with childlike innocence. “You are dead already, love. I just want to have a feast” he informed with a pinch of arrogance. “I’m not dead” you snarled. “Hardly” he scoffed in response. The knife’s edge trailed down your neck, stopping right above your sternum and pressing into the soft issue. You coughed again and gagged on whatever was stuck in your throat. “In fact, I am the only thing keeping you from burning alive. That would not be pleasant at all, love. Don’t worry, I will be gentle with you. Gentler than the flames would be.”

[dualityvn]

i am giving myself a brain break from my other obligations by writing you another unhinged theory post. (and because i miss sending you these wait who said that) enjoy <3

ight so, i was close last time and my main points then were [redacted] and [redacted] (bc i don't know if this is gonna be closer or not so i dunno if ur gonna post it) since one of those points has been all but confirmed due to recent ask answers and you not posting my theory, im gonna skip right over top of it. ( i am trying to be vague you'll get the picture)

So instead were gonna talk about the part im pretty sure i got wrong, or at least not close, which is where Tenebris/ maybe Keith? still up in the air on if Keith is aware when he's not in direct control, go when not physically present in the world. Due to being able to give ask answers more weight now i do think Tenebris is at least visible to most other people. It could be that as they've both grown, Tenebris has become able to hide his presence a little bit better, resulting in Keith being able to have negative relationships with his exs because why else would anyone think to hurt the poor flower boy when he has a literal monster standing behind him. unless they were just stupid, which is a very real possibility because of the aforementioned being mean to the sweet and adorable Keith. Tenebris' general existence provides some reasoning behind Keiths' parents actions, once again not excusing them because they suck and i hate them, but in one of the asks you said that their relationship with Keith would probably have at least been better if they had only had Keith alone, they didn't want Tenebris too. (which once again sucks i get that its not the ideal situation to have some sort of violent 'monster' living a very attached life with your son but maybe if you had treated them both with human decency and they wouldn't be such 'monsters' huh? bet you didn't think about that did you. god i hate them)

Moving on.

Sudden thought that was Not planned for this, but what if the line "he is speaking, speaking for me" from the song means like, Tenebris can see the world when he's not physically present but cant talk, he has to talk through Keith. and Keith is just like, a prisoner in his own body when this happens. oooo that's neat. i had something else planned but that's a cool concept im gonna rock with that.

im fairly certain this isnt going to get posted so hi nightmare how are you. hope ur feeling better, shitty life stuff sucks, but it'll get better i pwomise mwah (that and the heart earlier are platonic btw i wouldn't wanna step on Tads creators toes and get excommunicated from the church of Tad that would be very unradical)

Speaking of Tad since this is just me talking to you now apparently, i saw the outcry for a Tad theory and while I do have Thoughts i don't have anything super concrete yet. Plus notamonsterfucker wanted to work with me on theory stuff sometime and i lov them so we're thinking about Tad Together so it'll be a bit unless your boyfriend wants to feed us some more crumbs. Thatd be pretty cool, but no pressure obviously. This isn't a Tad blog and i as much as i enjoy Tad, i enjoy Keith and Tenebris more so keep making what you wanna make and i will continue to stew on your vagueness.

uuhh not much theory there at the end but yeah. also this received even less than my usual amount of proofreading because it is nearly midnight here and i am Tired so if its is unreadable that is why.

goodnight

I'm gonna show this, cause it still doesn't mention their explicit situation. Last one had something that was spot on, hehe. But yeah, you're doing good, but some things are still not quite there yet

And hello, I'm doing better today, thank you for asking :D

I'm glad you guys are bonding over Tad lore, lmao. I know my bf is cooking something, cause that ending to the restaurant ad had a sus end. Or maybe he has no idea what he's doing, who knows? He's definitely enjoying the attention Tad is getting though.

[obsidiancreates]

Two Halves Are NOT Better Than One

When Danny's parents found out he was Phantom after a fight gone wrong, he thought they'd taken it surprisingly well. They apologized for shooting at him, helped patch him up, and sent him to rest. For a week, he heard nothing more about it.

And then he walked into his house, Sam and Tucker behind him, and was blasted in two.

Tucker caught the Human Danny, and Sam caught the Ghost Danny.

"Got 'im!" Jack pumps his fist with joy while Maddie lowers the gun, smiling.

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!"

"We saved Danny!" Jack gestures to the Human Danny. "Ghosts were after him because of his condition, so now they won't be!"

"But you split him in half! The last time this happened it was terrible!" Sam shakes Ghost Danny at them (he's very light of course, like a tuft of fuzz).

"Into a hippe slacker and an old cartoony superhero, right?" Jack says. "We prepared for that! His brain isn't split like that this time, don't worry!"

Sam and Tucker share a look. Yeah, they're still worried. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

Danny is frowning, arms crossed. "Three."

Maddie grins. "Perfect! Alright, now-"

"Mom. Give me back my ghost half."

"It's too dangerous, sweetie. But don't worry, your father is making sure it's also functioning right. And it'll stay with us until it's adjusted."

"He, Mom."

"Sure. He."

Jack nocks on the door, and slowly opens it. He has a sheepish grin. "So... you know how ghosts can go through walls? The good news is the Ghost has that power working just fine."

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Danny slams his locker shut. "I feel worse than when Spectra was counseling everyone!"

"Because you can't phase out of lockers anymore?" Tucker asks.

"Because of all of it! I swear, I'm about one bad piece of luck away from-"

"Hey, Fen-Turd!" Dash picks up Danny by his shirt collar. "What's wrong with you? Miss your Nerd Club? Ha!"

Danny scowls. "Not in the mood today, Dash."

Dash drops him. "Not in the mood, huh? Then let's see who is!"

He grabs Tucker next. "Hey Drool-y! Let's see how you look with this stupid beanie stuffed down your throat- AHCK!"

Dash drops Tucker as Danny leaps to tackle him like a raccoon! Dash doesn't fall over, but screams and stumbles as Danny tries to take him down, completely clinging to his torso!

"AHHHHHHHH! GET HIM OFF OF ME! GET HIM OFF!"

"I'M GOING TO TAKE ALL MY RAGE OUT ON YOU!"

"NOOO! NOT A TASTE OF MY OWN MEDICINE! THAT FORTUNE TELLER WAS RIGHT!"

"... I think we need to find Phantom," Tucker says, watching Danny pull on Dash's hair.

"You think?" Sam snarks back, already grabbing the Thermos and a detector.

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Danny kicks a pebble as they walk home grumbling.

"Danny, it's been like, hours. You need to chill."

"I can't chill, Tuck!" Danny kicks the pebble harder. "Mom and Dad think no powers means no ghosts, but these guys hate me for me! It's personal! I have no powers, no way to defend myself, no way to defend you guys or anyone else!"

"And no ice powers," Sam adds.

"AND NO ICE POWERS! I LITERALLY CANNOT CHILL!"

"Look, we'll find him." Sam pats her bag. "I grabbed your Thermos when you were mauling Dash-"

"I wasn't mauling."

"You bit him, dude."

"Once!"

"-but we didn't find him anywhere around the school. So you go inside and meditate or something, and we'll find Phantom."

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They find him pretty easily. Not hard to miss a ghost boy lounging atop the Nasty Burger sign, stuffing his face.

"HEY!" Sam waves her arms. "PHANTOM!"

He looks down. "HI SAM!"

"COME DOWN HERE!"

"OKAY!" He flies down and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. "What's up?"

"Danny is losing his mind."

Phantom nods. "We're supposed to be one person. Plus, I have our Core." He taps his chest. "That's got to mess him up, haing this ripped out."

"So you'll come back with us?" Tucker dares t ask hopefully.

Phantom shrugs. "Sure."

Sam crosses her arms, eyeing him warily. "... Why're you being so easy about this?"

Phantom shrugs again. "I just don't feel like fighting."

Tucker's eyes go wide. He points. "Because you are Danny's Chill! You're the missing Chill!"

"Yeah, I just said that." He taps his Core again.

"No! I mean, yeah, but, you're his ability to be calm! Oh man Danny's parents are really reckless!"

Phantom nods, and then winces. "Oh, yeah. If I'm his Chill, then he's probably going to blow soon. We go through way too much stuff on the daily for him to be okay right now."

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"Danny, now calm down son-"

Danny shoots the laser again. "I'M GOING TO BREAK THAT THING!"

"It's a good weapon!" Maddie snaps from behind a table. "If more Halfas show up we ca save them too!"

Danny blows up another ghost hunting device. "I AM CLEARLY NOT DOING BETTER!"

"He's not wrong," jack points out while hiding behind the table.

"WE'VE GOT HIM!" Sam and Tucker sprint down, Phantom following lazily behind.

"Hi Danny." Phantom waves.

Danny waves back, very angry. "I'm blowing up the gun that did this to us!"

"Okay. But um, you've blown up a lot of stuff."

"I KNOW! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORK THIS THING!" Danny smacks the gun, making it fire again. "JUST- WORK, DARNIT!"

Phantom drifts over. "Let me see it. ... Maybe this is the auto-aim?"

"... Maybe," Danny huffs.

Phantom nods. "Let's see... here's the off button." Phantom presses it. "How come you didn't see it?"

"I was too frustrated," Danny says, scowling. Phantom pats Danny on the back.

"It's okay buddy. We've all been there. ... I guess I haven't, as a, separate being from you right now."

Jack ad Maddie peek out, watching the two halves of their son work together.

"So let's aim it like this-" Phantom helps lift the gun. "What're we shooting again?"

Danny points at the splitter. "That!"

"Oh, yeah."

They shoot it, blowing it to smithereens! They both look quite pleased.

"Wow, I hope that Skulker didn't hear that," Phantom says, sitting down.

"Um. Why?" Danny tenses.

"I saw him earlier. He tried to get me but I just went into the ground when he wasn't looking and got away."

"You didn't fight him?! What if he hurts other people!"

"Oh. I didn't think of that." Phantom puts his hand to his chin. "Huh."

"How did you not think of that?!"

"I wasn't worried about it."

"You should be!"

"Um, guys?" Tucker taps Danny's shoulder.

"You don't think of everything, either."

"I WOULDN'T MISS SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"

"Maybe separating them wasn't a good idea," Maddie says, tapping the table nervously.

"One brain, two boys." Jack rubs the back of his head. "I guess halving his soul had consequences, who could've guessed?"

"GUYS!" Tucker shouts. All eyes turn to him. "How're we going to put them back together?"

Silence.

"... Well." Phantom looks resigned.

"We're ruined." Danny sinks to his knees.

"I guess Passive Phantom and Danny Feral are here to stay." Sam sighs and looks at The Fenton parents. "Please tell me you ca fix this."

Jack moves his hand in the 'fifty-fifty chance' movement.

"Great."

"At least Dash isn't going to mess with us for a while," Tucker tries to joke.

"You're next if you mention it again," Danny growls. Phantom rubs Danny's back, and shakes his head at Tucker to let him know Danny was fibbing. Hopefully.

"Maybe now you'll seriously consider my suggestion of therapy?"

Everyone screams at Jazz's sudden appearance, except for Phantom. He just waves.

(Random joke fic, based on the idea of "What if Danny Without Powers was just a Feral Little Man who attacked Dash like a cartoon raccoon)

[beomglocks]

better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.

[patpranism]

since ohmnanon talked about married patpran today, my brain just shut down and can think of nothing else except married patpran au.

patpran good omens au. pran as aziraphale and pat as crowley, Angel and Devil assigned to do their duty on earth for 6000 years already. Here's the thing about living on earth for immortals, it got boring pretty quick. pat and pran had no choice but to be each other's bestfriend despite being 'enemies' and they manage to convince both Heaven and Hell that they very much, still were enemies with each other.

patpran had a lot of human friends and deal with human a lot on a daily basis, especially pran. he had a bookstore and almost everyday, pat would visit him because he had nothing else to do and he's done doing his devil duty for the day. more often than not that the customers would think they're boyfriends- or even husbands.

that spark an idea in pat's head. he's reckless and he's bored and he had attend way too many weddings during his 6000 years on earth and yet, he still didn't understand it which was reasonable as he never really understood humans in the first place. so he asked one crazy thing from pran.

"hey pran do you think we should get married?"

"what?"

"people have called us husbands before and people get married to have that title and i never really understand it anyway. i would like to try it out myself and you're the only other entity that i can stand living with. besides, you don't want me to scare any poor human when they see their husband turn into snake don't you?"

"so.. you want to get married for fun? pat, people get married when they love each other-"

"we're bestfriends, we love each other don't we?"

"what if heaven and hell find out about this?"

"Angel, they don't really care about us down here and we would make sure they will never find out. just like how we fool them into thinking we're still enemies. come on, please do this for me."

and pran, the angel who had been pining over his devil bestfriend for 3000 years already, agreed and said yes because for once, he would listen to his heart instead of his mind. if he was being honest to himself, this wasn't even pat's craziest plan that he had done. they would be safe as long as heaven and hell didn't find out about them being... husbands. pran wished for that day to never come. he didn't even want to imagine the mess and the punishment they would go through for 'fraternizing' with each other.

along the journey of being husbands, there would be angst because pran fell even harder and it brought him so much pain because they could never be together. they're on opposite sides, devil and angel, how could they even be together for real? there would be moments of realization where pat would realize his feelings, that he's in love with his angel for such a long time already.

basically it's just bad buddy patpran but they're devil and angel and they're married. as you can see this plot doesn't make sense but i love daydreaming about patpran in 37293729 aus.

if this somehow makes your writer brain gear starts working, feel free to write it because im not a writer at all 😭

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[shyrose57]

hey would it be cool if i could make fanart/a fandesign of how i think alien prince ranboo looks like? dc au made my brain go brrr in joy and i can't help myself.

Also, another note, even though the crashed space ship was found empty, now they're on the look out for alien lifeforms, also doubt ranboo left that ship without a scratch (possibly small amount of blood from injuries?). They don't know of whatever came out of that ship is dangerous or not.

And when it comes to sneaking out with Tubbo, it's usually done at night so Ranboo doesn't attract any attention (Tubbo made him take off anything that could easily give him away very early on, like maybe some alien crown? he is royalty afterall). The one time they got caught Ranboo was just mistaken as a cosplayer.

Maybe one time they get caught by a hero in their off time? They'd try and leave as quickly as possible but im pretty sure if you see a son of a villain with a tall alien you'd be suspicious as all hell, especially when they're looking for a possible alien. Would be pretty funny if it was one of the SBI, getting seen by one of the big heroes would be an awkward situation.

Honestly, that’d be awesome. Would you be willing to @ me so I can see it, cause I’d love to, if that’s fine with you?

Also, blood from injuries! We all know how that ends in DC! Clone! Maybe Michael, who’s mixed with other alien blood, or even Ranbutler or John John, mixed with human blood.

Ranboo and Tubbo go out at random times, to make sure nobody notices a pattern, but nights are definitely a favorite of there’s, when the two can run around under the cover of night exploring the city, unseen and unbothered as most others sleep.

Tubbo could probably make him some sort of device to make him look human, like projecting a hologram, maybe? Of course, cosplayer works at first, but not so much once people catch him teleporting, or floating(?). 

And that is an encounter that would definitely not end well. Ranboo would most certainly not take well to a hero rolling up and acting passive aggressive towards his new friend-he doesn’t really get why Earthlings insist upon being so secretive about their emotions(frankly, it seems silly to him), but he’s been around Tubbo long enough by now to read him, and this guy is making him upset. 

If he isn’t immediately acting passive-aggressive right back, Ranboo straight up scoops Tubbo up and teleports out. If the mentioned hero goes home with a view new scratches and bruises than he left with, well.

You shouldn’t be rude to people who haven’t done anything to you.

Also, as a bonus: Consider alien prince Ranboo getting excited about the city rats and trying to take them home. One time he actually does manage to sneak a possum into Tubbo’s room, and you can probably guess how that goes. 

Meanwhile Ranbob keeps trying to pet all the big cats he sees in the mountains-he’s not sure why his new Earth friends are freaking out about it, didn’t they say cats were common domestic pets here??