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[sealbuffed]

tfw your threats are not taken seriously because your boyfriend is Weird ...

[ redraw of this :-) ]

[rirupadg]

[free-boundsoul]

Goddammit sleep is being evasive, time to pull out the big guns

*pulls up the Imp! James video*

[unnonexistence]

trying a new writing strategy: to-do list style outline

[deus-ex-mona]

winter 2k24, huh~~~~~~ _(:3 」∠)_

[sforzesco]

Do you have a Cassius agenda or Trebonius agenda 🤔

one could even say that my Trebonius agenda has been a part of my Cassius agenda this whole time

[charlescoded]

I am frothing at the mouth for part 2, you have no idea 😵‍💫 that being said, take your time, we will gladly wait for it❤️

happy to hear!!! <3 and i have no clue how long it's going to take tbh, but i cannot wait to finish it myself!! i've never wanted people to interact with my writing as badly as i do for part 2, i'm both excited & nervous for when i finally post it 😅 anyway... currently the working title is 'mythos of mine'!

[wutheringhestia]

absolutely did not expect a book with a canva illustration cover, handed to me by my best friend with only the words “be warned, there’s train sex” to utterly demolish me. and yet here we are

[nazumichi]

i should be on here more like i should. raiiturn to being a constant on here

[camellia-thea]

For the asking game for Dove, here’s some custom ones to follow on from number 19 in other ask I did: What are times when she has given into frenzy? What different kinds of frenzy has she succumbed to? What happened, and how did she feel about it afterwards? (originally 19 was How does your OC behave when enraged)

gracious storyteller <3 thank you for dealing with my obsession

this is about a vampire the masquerade character, and as such has some warnings -- hunting (a living human being, by a vampire), predatory behaviour, violence. there is reference to offscreen domestic violence

dove snarls. fangs in her mouth, oblivion swirling at her feet.

the man on the ground scrambles back, but she's advancing quicker than he can move. his eyes dart around, but there is no where to go; stuck in a farmhouse outside of palmerston north of all places with a demon above him. his back meets the wall, and she steps between his legs.

well done, little mouse.

her beast speaks with the voice of her sire, but she doesn't hear it fully, focused on the meal beneath her.

he's still scrabbling on the ground, kicking out at her, and the chuckle that draws from her is throaty and feral.

she's a sight; slight and pale, but almost built from shadows, sculpted from contrasts, with teeth bared. she looks inhuman, otherworldly, but not in the way one might think of when they hear vampire. no, she looks wrong. uncanny, sickly, and now, hungry.

the room is a mess. when she first caught him, he'd tried to throw the table at her, underestimating her speed. she'd thrown him hard enough to hear a snap.

her eyes catch the light as she ducks down to kneel over his waist, one hand on the wall, another catching his chin.

don't end it so quickly, toy with him... just a little

and she does; teeth over his pulse, even as he shakes. it's not really a bite, not to feed. just enough to draw blood and pull it over her teeth. the beast is there, urging her to bite, to hurt, to tear, but she holds back. she pulls away so he can see his blood on her teeth, her chin.

run.

the word is sharp, as she hisses it into his ear. and she's off him, standing dead still. he manages to scramble upright and throw himself towards the door.

she counts.

ten

he fumbles with the door, his hands not cooperating.

nine

it slams with a bang, and he's throwing himself from her sight.

eight

her beast is purring in her head, resting over her shoulder

seven

telling her to ruin him

six

because how dare he look like him.

five

the one who bound her

four

and he'd hit her.

three

it was enough to sentence him to death.

two

or worse

one

game over.

and she tosses herself after him.

she has no super speed, no super strength, but the shadows wind around her feet, bleed into her, and she becomes them.

he's running towards the empty, unlit road, the isolation of rural farmland working in dove's favor.

she catches him in moments, sends him flying into a bed of shadows. as if they are alive, they pull him in, the cold death of it all. he succumbs, the struggle bleeding out of him.

and finally

dove feasts

[alisoncooper]

might actually be able to finish, edit, and post “*******: I” today......like posting two chapters within about four days of each other??? WHO is she????

[bejeweledmp3]

EVERYTIME. i go to twitter for fandom stuff. i remember why one should never go to twitter for fandom stuff lmao

[kissmypoets]

fashion studies from 2021

[fingertipsmp3]

This place I applied for a job at keeps emailing me (automatic emails not a real human being) asking why I haven’t done the tests they asked me to do and I don’t know how to explain to them it’s because their tests feel like psychological warfare

[evilminji]

You know what would be both Cool(tm) AND Pants Shittingly Terrifying? Eldritch Space Whale Danny!

Except NOT! Because he's not a whale! Just snoozing and Giganto-Fuck-Off HUGE!

Imagine it! Danny. Joint Custody Child of The Ancients Of Time And Space. Space is SALTY AF because their BITCH OF AN EX has used his FUCKING POWERS, AGAIN, to CHEAT. Clockwork how DARE YOU.

You knew he'd be our Son in advance!

YOU SNUCK IN AND STARTING BONDING WITH OUR CHILD BEHIND MY BACK!

YOU [REDACTED]!

Danny? Sitting off to the Side as a Sentient Everything and Nothing made of galaxies and starlight, howls expletives at their Ex, who is being... REALLY snippy back? WOW, Clockwork. I mean, JESUS, man. Danny's from "oh bless their heart" Nowhere, Midwest. And even HE thinks that last one was both backhanded and cold af.

......he should take notes. *continues to eat his popcorn*

Anyway! APPARENTLY, Space Parent has taken him in the divorce. With much huffing. Tucked under their arm Like The Football(tm). And honestly? This is kinda hilarious, so he's cool with it. Byyyyyy~ Clock Dad! See you on weekends~☆!

*Exasperated Time Noises*

It's pretty cool! He learns a lot. Learns he's probably? Gonna be SOME variation of Space Ghost. Might even take over Space's... well, EVERYTHING, should the unforeseeable occur. So obviously, gonna have to learn The Family Business, as it were!

Which?

UNSPEAKABLY HYPED, YES PLEASE.

SPACE AND STAR STUFF! HECK YEAH!

Unfortunately? Still a Halfa. Bleh, squishy need to eat and sleep. Why they get in the way of Hyperfixation? Why no more space dust? Nooooo, don't drag him away from the controls! He can still learn! Sleep is for quitters! Cowards! *whining in Give Me Back My Blorbos, You Monsters*

But, no. He apparently has to "take care of his body" and "not burn out". Eat "real food". A protein bar counts! He probably ate one of those! Give him back his STARS! He doesn't CARE if he sounds like a toddler! That's DIRECT ACCESS TO THE SECRETS OF SPACE ITSELF! He'll BITE, so HELP HIM-! *Is scruffed like a cranky infant being carried off to beddy bye*

Injustice! D:<

But, none the less, body's require sleep. He shovles down his food, washes up, and flops down in his bed. In the nice lil cozy "Safe For My Half Apprentice Who Is Also My Adopted Son" corner. He passes out in that corner. Starts to float, as he has done countless times before, when agitated before bed. Floats OUT of that corner.

That Safe Little Corner.

IN THE CENTER, THE BEATING HEART OF SPACE.

You know... the place ALL OF SPACE connects too. Where Universe Form and Die. The Grand Recycler. Dust to Dust, from the ashes of old, to the creation of new. Where PORTALS are randomly assigned. So that the Omniversal Ectoplasmic Levels may always be balanced at near to perfect levels, allowing free flow of Souls through the various Reincarnation cycles.

Space, of course, doesn't MANAGE the Ectoplasm itself. Nor the Souls! Different Ancient for THAT, but they DO manage the PORTALS. We live in a SYSTEM after all. Everyone has their "departments" as it were. So really, it's quiet... Danny? Honey? Awful quiet back there! You, uh, fallen asleep, Starlight?

*empty room*

(O.O)

*inhale* AAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!

Meanwhile! He be Snoozin'! And Ghostin'! Ghost Snoozin'! Is extra comfy, cause he weightless and got not booooones~☆!

But! He? Is not a child anymore! Has learned to... for lack of a better term, Let Go. To finally ACCEPT his Death. His inhumanity. His Amortality. Death no longer holds him, can no longer let him go. He is... not immortal. He is disowned, by his own doing and his own choice, at his timeless moment of Ending.

When Life let go of his hand and Death kindly offered theirs, he did not take it.

And that's okay.

It took awhile. Talking to older ghosts. Most vague and vast, near formless. Because it's... it's scary. And it's all you know. All, really, you've EVER known. Inherent to your identity, even after you leave that part you behind.

You are "human". "Martian" or "Xy'xeruian", something else, and you never question it. Even when you've left behind everything ELSE. Your name, your eyes, your history and skin. Yet you fly around and pretend. Still alive, still human.

But is that YOU?

Or just the form you found your start in?

And like? It's okay if it IS! Sometimes, yeah, you ARE. You look down deep and find a "don't know what you were expecting, buddy" sign stapled to a mirror. But more often? It's that last hurdle. The final step in Letting Go.

Everyone mourns at their own pace.

And they are the ghosts of who they were.

It helped. Mourning for the kid he was. Who was fourteen and wanted to be an astronaut. Who died and will never have a grave. The longer he exsists, for he can't technically be called Alive, the more painfully young that child seems.

It was okay.

To cry for Danny Fenton.

Then? To let him go. Let his memory, be memory. And his Past be the grave that child rests in. Loved dearly and remembered, but no longer binding his soul.

He doesn't have to wear that face anymore.

No tributes to the Dead.

He got? Kinda... BIG. Like REALLY big. Spiraling, serpentine, cracking ice, and burning galaxies. Like a fourth dimensional dragon, of ice and stars, somehow forcing its way into a three dimensional space. Atop it all, between two vast, impossible horns? Made of glacial ice coating the warping hearts of black holes, who's shape themselves seem to shift in unknowable ways? There burns, like comet trails, with super novas, compressed to decorative gems beneath glittering morning frost, a Terrible Crown.

He? Thinks? He MIGHT have wings.

He can't tell.

Because APPARENTLY he's a fuckin tesseract! Oh, no, sorry. He might me a Zone DAMNED PENTERACT!!! Is THIS what he gets for hanging out with Clockwork all the time? He just liked the quiet! Now his "true form" is PHYSICALLY PAINFUL for most people to look at!

Clock Dad WHAT THE HELL?!

(You see, now, why Space broke up with him? An ASSHOLE)

So! Danny stays, usually at least, in his "Hi, yes, I am Normal Human Man" Ghost form. But NOW? Now it PINCHS. Because it's TOO SMALL. But hey, that's fine! It's not like he has an ingrained habit of transforming when super tired and stressed! To float sleep for Maximum Restfulness(tm).

Ha ha!

Why does that feel like foreshadowing?

BECAUSE IT IS!

Danny? Snoozing! Space? Has LOST THE BABY! Portals? Have done a Jood Gob in Portalling, something they are vaguely sure they are supposed to be doing! Yay them! They have no brain cells but still enjoy helping! They moved a thing! That's helpful right? Yay! Probably!

And on DC's planet Earth?

They? Just choked on their fuckin coffee. One moment? La dee daa~ oooh~ look! Stars! Deep space! Oh, hiiii~ Watchtower! The NEXT? *every alarm in the building starts LOSING ITS SHIT* Giant World OBLITERATING SHAPE completely takes up the screen.

From near PLUTO.

There are NO WORDS TO DISCRIBE HOW FUCK OFF BIG THIS THING IS, MR. PRESIDENT. It will eat our nukes and LAUGH. Call! EVERYBODY!!!

Obviously? Superman. I mean really, OF COURSE Superman. Frankly, all the Supers. Because we would like to KEEP having a planet, thanks. Only? The more reports that come in? The more everyone is getting "oh fuck. This is a Workd Eater" vibes.

A massive, massive, Sleeping Titan of a Planet Destroying World Eater.

That MIGHT BE MAGIC.

*highly stressed Everyone noises*

And WORSE? Superman? Can't TOUCH it! Oh sure, at FIRST he could! But then he apparently pushed too hard in just one spot! And it felt POKED AT. So now, after flicking superman HALFWAY BACK TO EARTH to make him stop? No one can physically touch it!

But! There is hope!

Because? The creature is GREEN. Bright, luminous, Lantern Green! And Earth's Lanterns have already sent for back up. Combined? The were able to move a... hand? Paw? Something. But! With the combine forces of several nearby sectors of Lanterns? They promise the power to either relocate the creature or at least hold it in orbit until FURTHER forces can be deployed!

They refuse to harm the creature until it proves actively hostile, as it could have been seeking a place to nap and chosen one inconvenient to established planetary life. Frankly? Earth doesn't CARE where you relocate the giant Eldritch Space Dragon. Just NOT IN OUR BACKYARD, PLEASE.

....YES WE ARE SURE! We don't CARE if the scientific community of our planet is begging you to set up an area for them to place an "observation satellite"! No giant Eldritch Space Dragons in our solar system! It might WAKE UP!

Naturally, about half way THROUGH this Highly Delicate Operation?

Danny Wakes Up.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation

[wynought]

i think dracula never meant for jonathan to be alive longer than today's entry. sure, he wanted to keep jonathan around for a few days to toy with him - which is why dracula barely bothered to hide his true nature (the calèche ride and being the driver, the lack of servants, the unnatural strength, not hiding that he doesn't eat or drink, the reverse sleep schedule, the pushing of jonathan's boundaries). jonathan was meant to pick up on all of that, he was meant to realise that dracula was not only a dangerous man, but something supernatural preying on him.

then, after playing with his food for a few days, dracula would have killed him and moved on. he drags out the legal matters until today, but seems to have resolved all of them by now. talking about obtaining the services of multiple other solicitors is both something you would ask to tie up any legal loose ends, and to implicitly threaten your current solicitor - the last veiled threat, before putting everything out in the open.

after finishing this conversation, dracula suddenly stands up and asks about jonathan's correspondence. this is the point where he tells asks jonathan to stay for a whole month longer. i believe, this was dracula purely acting on impulse. he has had so much fun playing with jonathan, he doesn't want to end it here.

it is only now that he provides jonathan with the means to contact the outside world, so that nobody comes looking for him too soon. if dracula had planned on jonathan's stay extending for that long, why not ask him to write back home on the first or second day, when jonathan's suspicions might not have been raised as high and the chance for hidden messages was much lower (dracula is arrogant enough to believe that he would catch any attempt of jonathan's to communicate the situation, but he is also good enough at what he does that he would have minimized any potential risk to himself).

my biggest piece of evidence is that, before going to post the letters, dracula finally gives jonathan the warning to "not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle". this is, of course, because of [redacted for spoilers]. up until this point, however, dracula didn't care if [redacted] happened to jonathan.

today is the day that dracula decided that jonathan is his, and his alone.