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[jessilynallendilla]

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KID DANNY 

Eldritch Toddler  T 7,466 SERIES 

Bruce is not prepared for when John Constantine hands over a young boy who has been de-aged. While Constantine goes off in search of the one responsible, Bruce and his family are left to care for the child. Danny is a sweet kid, he isn't fussy either! This should be fine. They quickly learn to take Constantine's warnings seriously. 

I Found Him, He's Mine Now  G 1,810 SERIES 

Damian finds Danny alone in the park waiting for his (imaginary) dog with no parents in sight. That level of negligence is unacceptable and if he has to be this boy's guardian then so be it. 

Mother Of The Storms And Her Star Child  T 

After an accident leaves everyone Danny has ever known dead, and clockwork injured. He brings a now younger Danny to an old friend. His old pal has the perfect place for him amongst her other wards. But Danny is scared and scarred, can the bat fam trace down the young boys origins? Leave it to the family of detectives. 

Danny Finding A Family In The Shape Of A Bat  NR 

Clockwork sends Danny to alt dimension de-aged and injured after the reveal goes bad. Clockwork had a plan and lets Danny know so he can get set in this new world where being a hero is an actual job, and sliding Danny where he needs to be to gain an actual childhood and training. Bruce finds another blood child he didn't know about. 

So You Suddenly Found Yourself The Father Of A Ghost Child....  G SERIES 

Timothy Drake-Wayne would have it known that he did not get infected by Bruce's adoption problem. The kid hanging off of his coat just followed him home. 

Cut Out The Middleman  G 973 SERIES 

Alfred adopts himself a grandchild. 

(Un)Dead Beat Dad  NR 

Danny finally escaped his parents, and in his muddled thought process, went to see his mentor, clockwork. Clockwork, however, had no clue what to do and took Danny to his dear old friend, Gotham. Going along with this game of halfa telephone, Gotham took the now six-year-old boy to her most trustworthy knight. 

It Takes A Mob  NR 8,402 SERIES 

Bill didn't ask for a lot from life. A roof over his head and a job to the pay the rent.  He spent a lot of his adult life being the punching bag of a bunch of furries and has had every single bone in his leg removed on more than one occasion. That being said he wasn't a dumbass. He knew how to read a room and was smart enough to Know when the odds had changed. It's this reason that Bill has found himself in the possession of one tiny Meta in the city known for a strict rule against them. God, Bill should've never left the Goonion. 

Gotham's Youngest Ghost  NR 

Somewhere in Gotham, a small child finds themself alone and lost on the streets of Crime Alley. Nearby, a liminally-challenged vigilante has no idea his life is about to be turned upside down. Again. This is all Clockwork's fault, Danny is sure of it. 

My Boy, My Son  G 18,210 SERIES 

In desperate need of a vacation, Danny has Clockwork turn him into a five year old so that he can have the childhood he never got. Soon, five year old Danny finds himself running wild in Gotham only to be kidnapped by some weird teenager in a costume who decides that Danny is going to be his son. What's Danny to do but accept this new weird guy as his new dad and become a super cool crime fighting vigilante with his new adopted family who have no clue he's a two thousand year old ghost king? 

Uncanny  G 

Jim Gordon sees a boy walk down Park Row. A boy that looks exactly identical to a tiny and terrified kid that he pulled into his arms and comforted after his parents died so many years ago. 

Don't Leave Me In The Dark  NR SERIES 

What's Jason supposed to do when he comes home one night to find a crying child with only one arm, and Lazarus Pit green eyes, wiping their own blood up from his apartment floor? The answer is probably not, "Adopt them.", but, hey, he's never had the best plans and the kid looks like he weighs five pounds soaking wet. (Danny can't remember how old he is - he remembers being sixteen, but he remembers being six even clearer - just that the last thing in his head is someone rooting around his intestines and telling him he's a fascinating specimen.) 

Sunshine  T 2,826 SERIES 

Dick finds a pair of young children outside in the cold. He takes them in as his own. Soon Jazz starts showing worrying signs. 

The Son Of The Red Hood  T 

Clockwork intervenes in Danny's life so that he can learn all he needs to be king of the Infinite Realms, and hopefully this time he can actually be loved and cared for the way he deserves. 

It's Strong, And It's Sudden, And It's Cruel Sometimes (But It Might Just Save Your Life)  T 1,404 SERIES 

[Attempt number-one-hundred had been successful.] When Dan woke up, his very first thought was his usual: ‘Goddamn son of a fucking bitch.’ That was when he realized that he didn’t say it out loud. 

A Ghostling's Second Chance  T 

Due to a problem concerning ghosts, undead, and the reliving happening in lady Gotham's city, she asked for help from her dear friend Clockwork. one thing leads to the other and now team phantom must help the bats with cults, owls, talons, LoA, and... apparently being known as teen dads??? Team phantom also has to deal with being de-aged, good thing that half of them can pass as old beings who can be tracked back to the roman empire, or is the Egyptian empire older?? 

Alfred And The Tiny Attic Squatters  G   

Alfred discovers four tiny squatters hiding in the attic and spends a number of days coaxing them out while keeping Bruce and the rest of the family from imploding after they discover that Damian is not his only child.  It only gets more chaotic when they discover other relations and that the children may be involved in many of the unexplained events going on around Gotham. Jazz just wants to punch Clockwork in the throat for de-aging them and dropping them in a alternate dimension where she is getting targeted by a combat furry crime boss and his bird-themed minions, several of who seemed to have developed a obsession with her that is giving her strong Vlad vibes. 

The Joys Of Fatherhood  T SERIES 

He'd never expected this. It was a complete shock. But he was going to do this right, he was going to be the best dad ever to this precious little boy. His adorable little bird. 

A Second Life  G 159,219 SERIES 

He wakes up with no memories. He knows things, but he doesn’t know why. Who is he? And how did he get here? 

Baby Catastrophe (Literally)  T 

Everyone knows babies exist. Only a few know that Jason has a baby. And none of them know that said baby is a de-aged Ghost King with no survival instincts. 

Imprint  T 

He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly. What the fuck. What the hell was Jason supposed to do now? 

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away   T SERIES 

After escaping from the GIW, Danny crash lands in Gotham. He's six years old, his entire life has burned behind him, and one of the Gotham vigilantes is running around with a stifled Core. What's a kid to do? A Jason Adopts Danny fic featuring De-aged!Danny, family feels, and Jason's Grand Master Plan going completely off the rails. 

Dick Grayson V Gotham  T 

It's taken months, but Dick Grayson was finally able to foster Danny Smith, the kid who kept showing up to crime scenes and solving murders. But after reporters learn about Danny's existence, Dick returns to Gotham to wait out the media storm. Fortunately, Bruce is allowing him to help on this new Red Hood case. Danny's not supposed to be here. Not in this dimension, not in this kid body, not without his powers. For the last year, he's made the most of it and even developed a reputation of being a medium detective. But now, his foster dad is taking him to Gotham, where threats new and old challenge the stability he's found. 

Raising Phantom  T SERIES 

Jasmine started working at Gotham's Public Library, while having to take care of her baby brother and going to college. Danny is frustrated at having to be in hiding as well as everything else poor in his life. Also there is something off about the man that comes in to check books out. His family included. Batfamily playing a game to figure out these two's life only for things to get serious quickly. 

The Boy King And The Dark Knights  T SERIES 

Daniel Fenton may be dead, but he wasn’t suicidal. Unfortunately, avoiding Batman and his vigilantes get a lot harder when he’s stuck in a seven year olds body in Gotham. Clockwork so owes him for this. In which Danny Fenton fixes a broken family, grows a bit as a person, and makes another technically-dead friend. Not exactly in that order. 

To Become Blue-Blooded T

Bruce Wayne was named Prince of Gotham for decades. He didn’t though about it much. The Wayne family being called the royal family of America, or the Bat family having great influence and prestige in the superheroes community was just another type of fame, of prestige, sometimes a tool but more of an annoyance. Danny Fenton knew the weight of the Infinite Realms’ Throne. It was the type of power that reached everything around you and changed all your ties in life and death. He took the smart decision when he refused. But the Realms needed a Monarch. And so Daniel existed.

[monsterdramahub]

Reasons the Horde merfolk are nightmares to deal with:

Not affected by salinity changes.

Not affected by pressure changes.

Breathe fine in both air and water.

Land and air are no obstacle due to their use of vehicles.

Weaponry out the wazoo.

No soul makes them completely immune to a variety of magics.

Crazy durable.

Laugh in the face of death.

Basically live forever.

[ghcstao3]

For some reason all I can think of is Sleep talker!Soap and just:

Civilian AU where Ghost is a burglar and breaks onto. Soap's apartment only for a sleep talking Soap to say something incredibly coherent but also terrifying for someone who's just broken in to bear

Soap, passed out in a deep sleep, back to Ghost

Ghost trying to sneak through his bedroom to find good shit to steal when suddenly the person he thought was sleeping seemingly addresses him.

Soap: Stop.

Ghost, freezes, terrified.

Soap, back still to Ghost: it's dangerous for you to come any further. He hears everything.

Ghost, shitting himself while thinking: Who? A guard dog? A roommate? GOD?

Soap, suddenly sits up and stares at his closet before pointing at it, muttering something in Gaelic, and crashes back into bed, snoring loudly.

Simon, in the moment not recognizing the words as Gaelic but rather assumes the statement to be the forgotten name of an ancient eldritch demon, suddenly decides this house isn't worth breaking into

On the way back home, empty handed, he tries coming up with a story to tell Roach as to why he doesn't have anything. He thinks telling the truth will get him laughed at, so he settles on it being a guard dog

Hope tjay made sense, I'm typing on s phone with a fever so 🤷🏻‍♀️

oh noo i hope your fever has gotten better 😭 and don’t worry!! you made complete sense lmao

-

It’s not honest work, but it is work.

At least, that’s what Ghost tells himself. It’s what he tells himself, and it’s what he tells Roach, and that’s just enough to matter.

But like hell does he deserve this psychological torture for it.

He’s hit homes like this before—resident still sound asleep as he creeps in through the only apartment window that he knew would budge. It’s unfortunate to be a bedroom, but Ghost is fortunate enough to be good at what he does.

Which maybe isn’t something to boast—but c’est la vie.

At any rate, from casing to a general sense of what he’s getting into, Ghost had suspected this apartment wouldn’t be any different. He had expected to break in, take the valuables hidden in places people often think to be secure but aren’t, and get out before he’s ever noticed.

What he hadn’t expected was the apartment’s sole tenant to start muttering things in his sleep, fully comprehensible sentences that are just a little worrying to an intruder like Ghost, like, It’s dangerous for you to come any further, or, You can’t escape once he hears you.

And what he hadn’t expected was the apartment’s sole tenant to sit up while Ghost is going through the man’s things, slowly raise an arm to point at nothing but shadows and utter some unintelligible curse or something, only to linger a moment before laying back down and snoring loudly.

After a very short moment of deliberation, it’s safe to say Ghost would prefer to cut his losses before he gets to find out what the fuck is up with this guy if he ever wakes up.

Ghost doesn’t care that he can see on Roach’s face that he doesn’t believe when he’s told the cause for empty hands was an unaccounted-for guard dog, just so long as he never has to deal with that creepy shit ever again.

Which is just a bit too bad—the guy had had a pretty nice place.

[sleep-token-confessions]

I think the only fanfic that is appropriate for Sleep Token is one that involves the SCP Foundation. Like the reason so many of us can't get enough of their music is because they're really the vessels of the Eldritch God of Sleep. The Alkaline music video actually happened ,and it was the last attempt the SCP Foundation made to contain them. The foundation agreed to leave them alone on two conditions. First, keep the cult stuff to a minimum, or as the Sleep Token guys joke in The Love You Want, keep the freakshow talk to a careful minimum. And second record lullabies to capture dangerous SCPs and help keep SCPs such as SCP-682, SCP-106, and SCP-096 sedated. The foundation can't figure out why SCP-682 hasn't developed an immunity to Sleep Token music or why a picture of Vessel terrified it. Sleep Token wrote Euclid because that's their SCP classification, and they thought it would be funny. None of the band members are human, but, they're not evil either. They actually want to help people with their music, and that is why they recorded the lullabies for the foundation. They agreed to keep the freakshow talk to a careful minimum if the foundation helps them hide that they're not human. The information that was leaked about them came from the SCP Foundation. The people that are supposedly Sleep Token are actually researchers who work for the foundation.

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[pink-november]

Slay the Princess Endings poorly summarized

warning big spoilers ahead

A New And Unending Dawn

you and the squad kill your gorgeous, divine, irreplaceable other half, the goddess of change and growth, containing death in her multitudes and everything that gives meaning to life and existence, in an attempt to birth a new reality where she doesn't exist any longer to prevent the heat death of the universe or something and definitely not because you got distracted of the philosophical debate you just had with her prior to going to her heart and especially not because you're a Narrator simp (Narrator route when????) or something, noooo sir. atleast you and the gang have each other, right? time heals all wounds after all, even one as irreversible as this.

Leave as Gods Ending

you awake as your greater self, cosmic wings spanning far and wide and shattering the construct you and her are trapped in. she tells you she loves you and though violence and conflict color your dance, you are now together for all eternity. a thousand sunsets and sunrises welcome you, worlds are born anew and worlds are torn asunder as you travel from reality to reality, universes blooming and dying, hand in many many many lovable hands, never to part as you continue the cycle that the Echo sought to tear apart due to His own hubris. you and her, forever.

Leave the Cabin Together

there is nothing but the two of you, once more at the beginning of everything, godhood a terrifying concept to grasp, everything that was once unknowable reduced to the shapes The Narrator gave and nurtured through the trials and pain and happiness you experienced throughout your journey. it is okay. she will be with you. uncertainty fills you both but your love triumphs still and you join hands once again, shadows of your former selves, lesser but enough, ready to face the future… together.

Loop Ending

you and the best boi ever (and other best boi if done right) take the pristine blade ready to confront the Princess once again but oh shit you don't wanna be alone again or become gods because the people outside the construct would just continue to suffer either way fucking hell who gave the birb of stasis and epitome of passiveness the capacity to make reality-altering choices and expect a good thing out of it??? gf seems to disagree with the sentiment (bless her kind and loving heart) and continues to accept everything about you and suggest another option: go back to the beginning, do everything all over again before you knew the truth, and trust that you might make the same choice once more if you find yourselves back here. seems reasonable. you confess to each other before the princess stabs you again and-

You're on a path in the woods-

Oblivion Ending

you deny and deny and deny and deny and deny, your rejection of your Other here hurts her more than any other routes you could have done. you starve your Other of her potential, shrinking yourself in the process of this endeavor. your Other is betrayed in such a way you cannot fathom yet and probably never will, do you even understand the magnitude of the pain you inflicted on her? can you even still? you are bliss. you are agony. there are no wrong decisions, only fresh perspectives. you are bliss. you are agony. you left her to wither. you are bliss. you are agony. hollowness fills the space that is once you, becomes you, and continues to be you. you are empty. you made the wrong choice. you are nothing. you are oblivion. you are together. you exist.

A New And Unending Dawn and Everything about this ending is fucking horrible it physically pains me inside to hear the littol guys be so angry and throwing curses at me. paranoid calling me torturer hurts my kokoro fuck fuck fuck nooooooo -100000/10 ending tbh you just killed your wonderful eldritch gf for this new reality and all your voices fucking hates you??? The Narrator isn't even here to tell you did a good job for doing what He wanted cuz you obliterated Him during your ascent to godhood *sighs* good fucking luck XP

[qulizalfos]

[runs in after abandoning my blog all week and throws this on the table] HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAYLI @wayward-sherlock PLEASE ACCEPT THIS FICLET AS A SYMBOL OF MY GRATITUDE TOWARDS HOW FUCKINF AWESOME U ARE ALWAYS <3 I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU BTW!!! anyways i hope u enjoy 2k of college byler shenanigans :) mwah

home (is wherever you are tonight)

“Oh, my God,” Will says, sitting forward, face alight in ways that terrify Mike. “There’s another reason, there’s a huge reason you're here, you—” “It’s Valentine’s Day, right?” The shift in Will’s expression is instantaneous. It might’ve qualified as comical, too, if Mike’s heart wasn’t about to explode.

You’d think Mike would have scrounged together a better sense of how to backpedal when he’s about to do something incredibly stupid. 

He’s trying not to think too hard about how quickly they rattle off in his head, the world’s most inconvenient list of reminders. What is wrong with you? We’re just… not in the mood right now. You’ve been on the bench all year. Not for the first time he’s gritting his teeth and wondering if it would have been entirely too much to ask for him to have acquired, by now, some intricate sixth sense for recklessness. He’s well aware that there’s no cosmic cure against the potency of his own mistakes, but he’d take anything to help him generally steer clear of these specific situations.

Encounters with murderous, eldritch entities ought to do that to a person. In his —for the record, totally impartial— opinion.

No goddamn dice, he thinks as he raises a fist to knock.

Maybe it is different, he supposes, because he’s less consumed by a wave of defensive volatility and less likely to bury the truth at the first sign of scrutiny, recoil at any chance of being left behind, and more willing to stop before he gains too dangerous an amount of momentum. It still happens, obviously— (case in point: now, loitering in an empty corridor, bland wallpaper finding a way to make it look like it’s laughing down at him, shifting his weight as he waits) he’d just convinced himself he had it more under control.

It’s ridiculous anyway. This whole thing is clearly careening towards a setup for a copious amount of slip ups on his part. But, it’s whatever.

Will’s probably out, anyway, he considers, belatedly.

It’s Valentine’s Day, —granted, a Wednesday evening dragging by with a sluggish, hazy quality— but a significant date all the same. Will is, Mike hedges, almost definitely out, maybe with the mystery guy in their joint history lecture, whose name Mike neglected to wheedle out of him last week. Maybe they’re both walking home from some fucking café, and Will would be getting cold like he does when the threat of snow looms at every waking moment, and to make matters worse, the other guy might do something sickeningly romantic like wind his scarf around Will’s neck, all while Mike’s standing at his dorm door like an idiot.

It’s possible he’s not very committed to the whole “breathe” thing El suggested, the day before the sky turned blue again, the day he was most convinced it never would again.

He threads a nervous hand through the disaster-prone section of his hair, hoping to smoothen it out, as he lifts his clenched hand, setting his face in concentration and aiming to knock one more time, and—

He has to flinch back to avoid accidentally punching Will in the face with his knock. Needless to say, that would be pretty counterproductive.

Will. Standing in front of him, soft furrow between his brows, loose sweater, lips parted.

He’s beautiful.

He shoves the thought to the side. It’s not the safest one to have when Will is less than two feet in front of him.

“Mike?”

It hits him about an hour too late: Maybe it’s ironic, how this holiday, composed entirely of spontaneous lovesick bullshit and cordiform chocolate boxes, doesn’t warrant him showing up at someone’s door unannounced. Not when it’s already 7pm.

It isn’t that he hadn’t brought that into consideration, just that now it’s not just an inkling in the back of his mind he has to ignore if he has any hope of getting ready with minimal distraction, but a real, pressing concern, and—

Will’s face splits into a grin, and the thought vanishes as quick as it came.

“Hey,” Mike tries, too hastily. The longer Will stands, just blinking at him, the further Mike burrows his hands into the pockets of his jackets.

He snaps out of it fairly quickly, and the expression has melted into something pleasantly surprised. Mike can work with that. He’s done much more with much less. “Uh— hi.”

“Are you busy?” Mike cranes a neck to peer around Will’s shoulder, unsure of what he’s looking for but appreciating the lack of anything all the same. “If you’re busy, I’ll totally come back, to— fuck, maybe not tomorrow, you have that—”

“Mike.”

“Yep.”

“I’m not busy,” he says with bright eyes, stepping back from the door to accommodate him. “I— don’t just stand there, come in, of course I’m not busy. Why, what’s up?”

“Thought maybe you were off at a candlelit dinner,” Mike remarks, because it’s easier to get out than the other thing, kicking off his shoes and trying not to think too hard about Will, the same Will in the same shadowy alcove as him, whose expression is tinged with fondness, at dinner; with warm lighting and a muted hum of chatter and someone else sitting across from him. “With the fancy napkins.”

“I think I would’ve mentioned the horrors of scraping together enough money for anything like that,” he says, and Mike’s efforts at miming cradling the aforementioned, hypothetical napkin receive a raised eyebrow. “Seriously, is something going on? If Max—”

“Nothing’s happening,” Mike tells him, passing him out and swiveling around to keep walking backwards, reversing into the couch and pretending he didn’t whack his knee as he drops onto it, picking at the edge of the nearest cushion, sprawling out as much as he can manage to. “Which is precisely why I’m here. Well, one of the reasons.”

Will hums, folding his arms and leaning on the back of the couch, contemplative. It has no right to be as endearing as it is. “Are there a lot of reasons?”

“I’m not allowed to visit you anymore?” Mike jokes. “Should I have called and given you a week’s notice?” He sits up, relishing the back and forth. “Should I—”

“No, you’re just… I dunno.” Will pokes his shoulder and skirts the couch, settling in the space Mike makes for him. “You seem nervous. Like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Shit.

Mike lets out what may be considered as the fakest laugh he’s ever mustered, darting his eyes away and plastering on a frown. He gives a half-hearted attempt at an unconvinced, hopefully somewhat assuring scoff, tugging free the crease that’s formed at the ankle of his jeans. “What makes you say that?” he asks. He’d like to describe it as nonchalant. Maybe he’s not as good at hiding as the boy in front of him, but he’s been sidestepping the obvious for what feels like his whole life. He’s had more than enough practice.

“Oh, my God,” Will says, sitting forward, face alight in ways that terrify Mike. “There’s another reason, there’s a huge reason you’re here, you—”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

The shift in Will’s expression is instantaneous. It might’ve qualified as comical, too, if Mike’s heart wasn’t trying its damndest not to explode. Again, counterproductive.

Will’s mouth drops open a little, the line of his body stock still, and just hovers there, close enough that the warmth of his breath brushes Mike’s face, and the room slips into little more than a backdrop. Mike searches his eyes for a sign that’s not there. He lifts a hand from where it’s resting on a dark green cushion, weighing the implications and consequences of reaching out against the part of him that doesn’t want to consider technicalities until far, far later. The moment stretches, engraving itself into Mike’s memory. 

And then it shatters.

Will slumps back, clearing his throat twice in rapid succession, and the corners of his mouth quirk up in diplomacy. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

Mike’s throat feels unreasonably dry. “Nope,” he says, omitting any mention of the crisis he’d had marching down the hall, questioning whether he’d gotten the date wrong and everything would blow up in his face tenfold, and just drumming his fingers against his thigh.

“So—” Will frowns, “what are you trying to say?”

This was all going much smoother during the numerous rehearsals in his head. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” he parrots, trying not to think about Will’s sharp inhale too much, “and I haven’t done something on Valentine’s Day for years, and you’re free, and I’m free, and…” he trails off, searching for the right words. “I don’t know, I thought we could hang out.” 

Silence.

It’s about to backfire, he can sense it, so he rushes to add: “In solidarity.”

“Right,” Will says, faraway. Mike sort of needs to run outside and scream for an untold amount of time.

“Doesn’t have to be super special,” he says, sensing the need for a prompt change in subject. “Unless you want it to be special, but I just figured— like, what were you gonna do before I came?”

Will glances at him once, quizzical, but drops it. 

—

It’s a short walk from the dorm to the closest Circle K, and one spent wrapped up in pleasant, amicable conversation, catching up on the various aspects of each other’s lives that aren’t entwined already, and about halfway there Will stoops to tie his shoelace. As Mike waits he considers how scary it could be if he dwells too long on how noteworthy the most mundane tasks become in Will Byers’ company.

They wander inside, Mike leaning on the door to open it for Will in what he hopes is a courteous manner, and trails down an aisle beside Will, the faint beat of a trashy pop song barely covering the echo of their footsteps on the tiles.

“Just the sodas?” Mike checks, swerving to avoid a display stacked high.

“Yeah,” Will says, nabbing a coke and gesturing to the fridge. “Take your pick.”

Mike reaches for a 7Up.

“Knew it,” Will says, something indecipherable in his tone. And then he’s extending a hand, covering Mike’s for a split second — long enough for an odd sensation to bloom in his ribs, but short enough for him to want to say, fuck it, and tangle their fingers, but Will teases the can out of his grip, leaving Mike with a cool smear of condensation on his palm.

“We can pool our resources,” Mike quips as Will deposits the cans on the counter. The cashier flicks a lazy glance at them and tells them the price. “I have a quarter.”

“Generous of you,” Will observes, producing a crumpled dollar note from his back pocket.

They settle on a wall outside, and Mike kicks the solid stone intermittently with his dangling heels, sipping away as Will starts to talk. The sky runs like spilled ink above them, perforated with only a smattering of stars and a few dark clouds, but Will is bathed in the gold ring of a streetlamp. There’s a lull in conversation, but it’s fine. Mike’s content to stay here all night.

“This was nice,” he says, in lieu of everything else.

Will bumps against his shoulder. “Yeah?”

A tiny droplet of rain lands on Mike’s nose, and three more freckle more of his exposed skin. A low fizz kicks up, drilling into the gray landscape surrounding them, and more dots pepper on the wall.

“Yeah.”  Will turns away. Mike scans the area around them, but they’re alone save for a few empty chip packets strewn across the concrete. Will’s gorgeous. Mike can’t explain it, but he knows when warmth floods your veins it’s a sign that merits extra morosis, and his intentions are in the right place, and it’s so hard to steer himself in any direction other than pitching forward and propping up a hand on the other side of Will’s jaw. Mike doesn’t let himself think too much of it as he presses a kiss to Will’s cheek.

It’s as short-lived as it is sweet: Will’s answering gasp, all wide eyes and questions in every line of his face, the beads of rain on his skin, near lucent in the orange lighting, the tickle of his bangs getting in Mike’s eyes a little when he turns.

And then Will’s breaking away to set down his Coke, and closing the gap between them.

Truthfully, Mike didn’t know that kissing could feel like this. It seems like something so untouchable, so far from what’s in his own comprehension of the world, that finding this kind of warmth could happen, but Will’s slinging an arm around his back and all coherent thoughts promptly dissolve in the now steadily falling rain. 

[toonbly]

something that makes me insane is like. how anthony managed to kind of work the Audience into the themes of season two through the Doodler.

i don't think there was a second where any of us sat down and thought "Is there a reason this thing is doing this? Is it scared? Alone? Desperate? Sad?" because like. hes an eldritch god, he is something so foreign and scary to us that the only reason we can assume any of what he does is SOLELY because he is a creature of chaos that wants to cause problems for other people. he lashes out because he just can. he lashes out because its fun for him. he lashes out and its everyone elses problem, so hes the bad guy here.

isn't that just. SO similar to how people treat troubled children and teenagers? we see kids lashing out, hurting other people, causing a scene, and oftentimes the reaction is to say "they just want attention" "they're just a bad kid" "they're doing this just because they can" "they're acting out because they want to cause problems." seldomly do we consider "Are they lashing out because they're hurting?"

he wants to love but all he can do is hurt, and instead of wondering if there's a way to help this poor fucking kid everyone is terrified of him. so he lashes out, in a way he's like a troubled kid who figures "if everyone thinks im a bad kid i may as well be a bad kid." the reveal that the Doodler is a terrified child who ONLY wants the people it's surrounded by, the people who created him, to love him completely recontextualizes the podcast and our experience with it as the audience.

and i dunno, just the meta narrative around that is so interesting to me. we never considered what the Doodler may really want, and even when we did we considered it had malicious intentions. but it's just a troubled kid that wants love that everyone is too terrified to give. jesus fucking christ anthony.

[magicalgirlagency]

What do think about a Magical Girls show where the good guys (the mascots, the supporting organisation, the great benevolent entity who give the girl power,etc.) are genuinely good and the MGs themselves are also actually nice people...

But the bad guys are absolutely terrifying. They're enormous, eldritch abominations that feast on humans, but look so oddly humanoid in form that the uncanny valley would flat out traumatised the MGs on first sight. They would thrive on pain and sufferings, and would inflict active torture to get terror out of the MGs.

The villain could also be a god so spiteful and cruel that the actions of one human trigger it to go on a mass destroying rampage. With an dark and evil cult that are full of terrorists, human traffickers, rapists, serial killers and all sort of others things that would probably scarred the girls for years to come.

Or maybe it could just be the cult itself as a standalone organisation, cruel and disgustingly horrible. They kidnap, they kill, they pillage, they corrupt and manipulating people to join them. They're people who are hateful to those they consider different from them (even when there aren't any in reality, just their own hatred needing a reason to be justified), hell maybe they're hateful to those "below" them inside the organisation itself.

What if all of them are there as the Villains of the story? That world would probably be dead.

But... there are still the good guys. There are still the MGs, gentle and kind, a hopeful light in a world of darkness. There're still the benevolent god, guiding humanity when they're lost, healing us when we're hurt. And the people of the good organisation too! They are volunteers in daily life, they give food for the starved, give home to the homeless, they cure sickness of those who are ill. And in the Magical world, they support and protect the MGs, providing them a sanctuary where they can be safe and recover after a battle (or if they don't have a home).

The story would begin like a typical grimdark, edgy MG show, only for the twist that Kindness and Hope will always prevail to drop like an atomic bomb in the first chapter.

We got tricked into grimdark tales before, now it's payback time.

The horrors persist, but we stay whimsy.

[tobiasdrake]

Finally, we're off this spire. To Brisk!

hahahahahaha this is fine hahahaha

HAHAHAHAHA I'm not terrified you're terrified shut up I will push you off this lift it has no guardrails HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

He could sneeze and send us to Jupiter.

WELL I'M GLAD YOU'RE HAPPY THEN

I think I hate this island? Yeah. Yeah, I hate this island. When do we get to go home to our bird-wardened prison village?

A swim? The hell do you mean by--

...so they built a lift to bring us part of the way but couldn't be arsed to come up with any better method for the next stretch of road than swimming for dear life.

Man, trade between the Molekin and Brisk must suck. This is not conducive to transporting cartloads of goods from one city to the other.

It's gorgeous here, don't get me wrong. It's just. Also. Terribly inconvenient for shipping.

And what the hell happened here? Should I be alarmed by a demolished ruin of a home lying on the path to Brisk? Because I am. I am alarmed by this.

There's even a Solstice Warrior vault in the backyard. Was this one of ours? Because it's been abandoned for so long that it's now overrun with crystal pests. The worst kind of pests, because you try to swat them and the crystals jab into your hand.

Granted, we're only keeping ancient wisdom and not a sealed-off eldritch horror here, but still. "Fuck it; burn the house down and let the beetles have it!" is not a very professional way of handling archival.

Also, that scroll has a combo move for me and Garl on it, so I'm doubly offended that nobody gave a single solitary shit about preserving this knowledge. Garl's my bestie!

At long last, we arrive in the port town of Brisk! Pretty decent size, too. I'm sure we can find a ship here.

And here we've got a crew! Finally, we can get off this shithole of an isl-- Is that guy wearing two separate eyepatches?

HE IS

He is wearing double eyepatches

What a clown! I'm going to get along well with these people.

Are you the Captain? Because that would be an amazing way of introducing yourself as the Captain if you were.

Yolande Service Fortwal. Nice to meet you. I don't think I even have a last name so I'm super jealous that you get three.

Also, loving the octopus bandana. Really brings the whole pirate look together.

Oh! The Vespertine. Teaks knows all about that. The tragic tale of a ship that was inexplicably already a ghost ship, lost to an eternal nightmare sea because the captain decided to be a huge piss-baby over his navigator wanting more out of life.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind taking a side-quest there. We have Ambiguous Length of Time until the eclipse so I'm sure we can squeeze that in.

Oh hey, are you the time/space assassin that was spying on us? Cool, maybe we don't have to fight each other. I thought for sure we were going to have to fight each other.

There is no way in hell I am ever going to be able to pronounce your name correctly. Which, as a means of forcing people to respectfully use your formal title, is a clever trick.

I might have to steal that. I am no longer Valere; You will all refer to me as God-Empress Vâe'léeùrà'aê, Supreme Lady of the Moon.

Oh, is it oversized? I thought he just liked bare-chesting around. It's a very pirate thing to do, so I didn't even question it.

Does every ship employ a wind mage? Do... do people just not know how to use natural wind to sail? Is that an art lost to time or... or never discovered...?

We should probably keep an eye on Patches. Wind mage starting shit is how the Vespertine went down. I'm putting on my skepticals.

I'm watching you, Patches.

Oh, there's actually a reason for it. I figured he was just a dork.

I'm a little disappointed by that.

...okay, no, he is a dork. That circles all the way back around to dork. He is a dork. He casts dork magic.

Hang on. So the wager is that if we win, you'll take us to Wraith Island without doing your side quest, but if you win, we have to do your side quest. Why not just put the side quest on the table as the payment for the ride? Why are we wagering when we could just barter?

You mean a bet. A deal would be a trade of side quest for transport. You want to make a bet for some reason.

But okay. Whatever. Garl wants to head over there and learn cooking secrets too so I guess we have no choice but to--

CATCH 40 FISH IN THE LOCAL POND.

YAHOO I'M A PIRATE ADVENTURER! SHIVER ME HATCHES! BATTEN THE MEN! BLOW THE TIMBERS DOWN!

[real-godzekiel]

Weston and notes

this is my new horror guy for Huddled Inn. why did i do so much. well it's kind of just that i felt that i had to do something before shit wore off. the reason why i don't have a lot for certain OCs even though i love them very much is that highs wear off so i'm trying to get more motivated to draw OCs by doing more for OCs i don't care for too much but are very entertaining and fun to write/draw about.

this is what Weston used to look like before btw so i'm not going to draw this form often. i will have notes and other concept artwork after a cut. (TW: CANNIBALISM AND MURDER AND TORTURE)

backstory (copied directly off my Twitter)

weston was a bartender in huddled inn that got fired because he had an argument with his ex-gf while working.

he got so fucking mad he killed his ex in her apartment. then in a fit of adrenaline he grilled her and ate her. normal human behaviour

then he began to panic about being caught. so he decided to get a rusty cursed book and summon an eldritch god to give him special powers

the special powers were eternal life without aging (additional info: he was and still is 32) and the ability to control sounds. as in. he can shoot and kill a man entirely silently. and more .

so. lots of killing and eating people at huddled inn. he would disguise as a bartender-still-working and poison a bunch of people's drinks and then take the bodies from the hotel rooms for grilling and eating.

ok. probably not just at huddled inn but various places. but yeah. weston was very happy because he killed, grilled, and ate a lot. he was very arrogant. killing, grilling, and eating was, to him, a way he can get revenge on society for giving him consequences he didn't like

eventually he became some kind of urban legend which only fuelled his ego since he was not getting caught. he was, in fact, a very tactical and smart person at that time, too.

he kept coming to huddled inn in particular because he was very mad about being fired, btw

so, success for weston ig until other supernatural entities came to huddled inn. Phutredhaz in particular

basically. one night. weston drugged, killed, grilled, and ate a guy who he thought was just any other guy. a little eccentric and weird on the fashion, perhaps. well. either way. that guy was a member of phutredhaz's basement kinda-cult-but-not-really so She got really angry

She came and discovered weston 's weird abilities, so Her first decision was to order weston to start getting a lotta fresh rats for Her to atone for his behaviour. he, the arrogant fuck he is, however, decides to try and kill Phutredhaz instead. so She sends him to hell LMFAO

Weston thought he was invincible so shouldn't technically be able to be sent to HELL. but then it was "well you're not technically dead She's just letting you stay here to suffer for. uh. a year." so he does suffer! and it was kind of bad! and then he returns and what does he do

Weston tries to take revenge. so Phutredhaz sends him to hell again. this time it's for 10 years.

After Weston returns he tries to do the "revenge by killing, grilling, and eating" again on a fucking demon and gets sent to hell one last time for 20 years

when he returns he finally decides not to try again because he is now officially Scared. what does Phutredhaz feel about this? nothing. She doesn't gaf. She forgot about him. Her kinda-cult-maybe-not-really was dying so She had way more important things to worry about

So. After 31 years of all that hell-time (and especially hunger for sweet vengeance in the form of human flesh), Weston. Weston got dumb. Hell-time accelerated the development of the seal that was already in him when he first made the deal.

He forgot how to serve beverages. He forgot how to cook, and thereby the "grilling" part was gone. He forgot that to properly kill and get away he shouldn't yell while not using his noise-powers-thingy just so he could taunt his victims.

now that i think about this part this is actually kind of terrifying. either way. hellfire burned (parts of) his hair off. he eats raw flesh now. he does not know about the internet or (much) about michael jackson. he also forgot about places outside of huddled inn, so he kind of starves

he does have. another guy around at the bar. more on her later. anyways i find it still pretty fun to write a kind of comedic horror villain that does not really care about any living human other than himself

THAT'S IT! feel free to ask questions idk

Oh and the other guy

she's inspired by Exit 8 particularly Mr. Deja Vu . yea

[bitterflames]

2, 3, 4, 8, 27, 30 ;-D

whomst could this be? :D tyty for the asks! (from this oc ask post)

(no character specified so once again i will do both feng yan and beisheng!)

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

feng yan: probably safe to let him babysit/petsit/plantsit for a week or so. probably not a lot longer than that. (he is reasonably responsible but his life is in shambles.)

beisheng: no no no no no no no. ABORT MISSION

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

(for a given value of "love interest" aka Whatever Those Two Got Going On):

feng yan, about beisheng: "the scariest thing i've ever seen. the most beautiful, too. strange and terrifying... but so lonely and sad."

beisheng, about feng yan: "fool of a man. without rival under the heavens. the one existence in this world i could not bear to lose."

4. Do they look good in red?

both: very much so. ❤️

8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

feng yan prefers a straightforward approach to problem-solving. kind of guy who would just cut straight through the gordian knot. puzzles aren't really his speed, but he does like to work with his hands; i could see him making them, perhaps?

beisheng likes things that are pretty and well-made. would probably enjoy puzzles like these ones just for the craftsmanship involved.

27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

feng yan is way too chill about wrongs done to him honestly. not in a magnanimous way, more of a secret third thing (indifference).

beisheng meanwhile is the lingering sorrow and resentment of a slain god that coalesced around its bones and was made into a sword that then cultivated a human form. they are literally a walking grudge. maybe more of an ominously floating grudge, sometimes.

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

feng yan would walk away from it all. live out a quiet life somewhere he'll never be found, running a little smithy in some backwater village and keeping house for his very pretty very spoiled eldritch swordwife.

beisheng's decisions are not based upon forgiveness or lack thereof. but would they like to make feng yan immortal so that they never have to lose him, regardless of the consequences? yes.

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

How would Night react to someone severely hurting the comfort big guy

It would be very difficult for anyone to do such a thing, but if they managed to wiggle their way around the over protective god of darkness he would obviously be furious. For some reason my first thought was him just plunging them into the shadow realm in a very literal sense. They’re just floating around in emptiness so that lord night can properly fuss over broken Solar. He’ll be a sadist AFTER comfort big guy is guaranteed okay. Though it depends on the situation. If he came in on this happening he’d do that, but if it happened in front of him he’d likely snap in anger right there and then so e Solar gets to witness that disturbing and borderline terrifying behavior. Then when he’s done he immediately starts fussing over broken Solar as if he didn’t do anything eldritch horror esque.

[nutria--oscura]

me? listening to an ep when it comes out rather than hours later? a rare occasion for sure (shit's gonna go down isn't it?)

~spoilers for s2 ep47~

"crunchy munchy refuge"? HENRY'S BACK? PLEASE

"they must deal with the loss of a team member" WELL- YEA. THEY BETTER TALK ABOUT IT

hi um... what song is this? why? oh- no reason... not sobbing at all [screams]

we did it boys... Hermie finally got his show stopping number, his final performance, the entire cold open to himself.

"this same podcast dungeons and dragons" PART ?? OF WILL SAYING IT DND INSTEAD OF DNDADS (it makes me giggle so much every time)

every time Matt opens Link's fact by reminding everyone that the teens are spouses, it returns to me the life Anthony takes away whenever he hurts Hermie

OOOOOO PROPS? Love Will bringing in the props- THE LOVERS? REVERSED LOVERS- OH SHITTTTT

loving the energy in the room

oh? Lark and Sparrow are with them?

OH YEAH- NORMAL WASN'T CONSCIOUS OH SHIT-

HIDE HERMIE??? YEA LISTEN TO SCARY, DON'T TOUCH HIM-

idiots- the lot of the- WAIT WHAT- ANTHONY

OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lark just trying to leave-

Normal doesn't see Hermie? wow, ok, i'm already crying- ok

LARK AND SPARROW FUCK OFF- LET HIS SAY BYE-

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK F U C K K K K

"this heaven has one less spouse, but heaven has one more angel" I love Hermie but, that boy is not going to heaven

Anthony sounded so inspired when he said "garages" I aspire to be that inspired in my life lol

Hi Will, let Normal go feral please :) Merci <3

NORMAL CASTS COMMAND

ELDRITCH BLAST ON THE DOOR

YES FREDDIE FUCK YEA

"I want to pull the pin on one of them and then throw the whole box at them" to that I raise you, wasn't it Darryl who threw the ENTIRE bag of beans in s1? Wilsons and throwing full containers of dangerous stuff, I tell ya-

"the shrapnel does a cool, like right over my eyebrow? y'know, cool scar, y'know?" SCAR SCAR SCAR SCAR ON LINKKK

Pennies? NAT 1 NOOOOO

"they haven't made pennies in years Normal" oKAY

GENTLE REPOSEEE

FUCK

NORMAL AND THE NAT FUCKING 1S JEEZ-

I just saw 2 ppl's names who are coming up and i am now so terrified-

ANTHONY NO PLEA- THAT'S THE SEGUAY? HOLY SHIT

how did I fucking know that that would be the knock- whAT?

Henry has a portal to old earth?

jumping = falling upward

Oakvale? man with bracele- iS THAT BARRY?

why does he have old Erin O'Neil's voice

HENRYYYYYYY HENRY HENRY HENRY HENRYYYY!

ok. who said Henry would be like "i'm still alive cause of my healthy vegan lifestyle" to the other dads? i'm giving you a pat on the head and a cookie

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SEX FURNITURE? yea, ok.

MERCEDES IS DEAD? NOOOOOO (the second Will said "jar of Mercedes Oak-Garcia's ashes" I dropped my phone-) WHY IS TIME PROGRESSING IN THIS PODCAST ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND HOW IT CAN EFFECT PEOPLE OVER TIME AGHHHHH-

"can you go wait outside" oH NOOOOOO

HERMIE ARCANA CHECK- FUCKING 3- WILL CHANGE YOUR DICE PLEASE GOD NO

FUCK NO NO NO N O O O

"if none of you guys can help him and none of you guys understand how this works then we gotta go to the one guy who can!" THE WAY I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT WHEN WILL SIAD THT- SCAM ACTUALLY IS BACK TOOO BOIS

YOU TELL THEM NORM. YOU FUCKING TELL THEM

Scary's voice- oh gosh-

THE SIMPSONS?

"I'm here when it's sad, I'm here when it's fun. Did somebody do something to my son?" NEW SCAM OPENING RHYME AHHHHHH

SCAM ACTUALLY ACTUALLY CARES

"he's just a goof, goofs never die" WHAT IF I DIE?

NO SOUL?

hey, Anthony. fuck you <3 /j well... /hj

YES NORMAL PUNCH HIM (can you guys tell i love scam?)

"bad girl, i'm a bad girl i do what needs to be done. sometimes people fuck with my friends and i fuck with them back"

"you feel like home for some reason" WHAT IF I CRY?

TELL HIM SCARY- OH NOOOOO

one thing i have learned is when Will's character(s) start crying, i cry. and well... Normal's crying, and gUESS WHAT?

OH GODDDD THE TWO-FACE TREE FOR OUR TWO-FACE BOY-

NORMAL AND HENRY <333

THE SEX CANDLES-

HENRY'S FAVOURITE SHOW IS BACK!

THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH OF THE EP GEEZ

CHAPARRAL ON 3? OH SHI- yeaaaa

THE SUN IS BACKKKK

"Normal goes to the sort of fresh mound of earth, where Hermie is buried, and he kneels and he says, 'I liked you too.' He puts his hand on the dirt and he says, 'goodnight sweet prince.'" OH GOD OH FUCK- I LITERALLY COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AND WHEN I GOT UP SLIPPED AND SLID DOWN THE WALL FROM CRYING- OH GEEZ- "GOODBYE SWEET PRINCE, SWEET PRINCE" OH GOSH-

WE'RE DOING THE MEMORIES NOW???? GOD-

i'm sorry- they're teaching Hero AND NORMAL

DADDIES HQ

FREDDIE WITH THE SAVE- OH CMON ANTHONY-

what. the. fuck.

NO. DON'T END ON NORMAL BEING YELLED AT. FOR THE SAKE OF MY MENTAL HEALTH DON'T. PLEASE-

love that Normal at 6 years old had the intelligence to lock the door. no one at daddies hq did that. like, the door was unlocked when Normal got there

In conclusion:

HERMIE NOOOOO-

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 49 (SPOILERS AHEAD)

I'm not prepared for having to wait for these episodes, watching episode 50 will BREAK me fr fr because I love these goofy bitches so much

No Derek/Frosty in this episode :(

Kremy singing to the unicorn is so sweet!!

Mikey does a really good Frost impression

I feel really bad for the unicorn :(

The newest party “Grinko, Steve, Frank, Gideon and Kevin” /j

Please give Kremy a unicorn named Mia

“We’re all just pawns on the chess board of life” I love it when Torbek gets philosophical, its so funny fr fr

Gideon saying he's only accidentally killed five clowns is really funny lmao

THE SMART UNICORN DOESN'T KNOW WHO THE KING OF HEARTS IS, HE'S SO SUS!!!

ALSO THEY CONFIRMED MY THEORY THAT ZYBILNA IS TASHA FROM TASHA’S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER

KREMY STOP CURSING IN FRONT OF THE UNICORN, SHE ASKED YA NICELY

“I’m not a bard, you see me wearin fluffy pantaloons and a ridiculous instrument I strum around with and a crazy hat?” WOW, RUDE GIDEON! I’M LITERALLY RIGHT HERE AND YOU’RE INSULTING MY CLASS

I DON'T SAY HEYNINNY HEYNINNYHO EVER, STOP BULLYING ME >:( I'M JUST A BARD!!!

Gideon bullies his adopted satyr child (canon) /j

I swear to the gods, if Twig’s patron is the Baba Yaga I’m gonna scream. I love folktales and mythology

It makes sense cause they both have houses with feet and it would be so funny if Twig’s patron is the BBEG

Oil can named Squirt HAHAHAHA

The peter pan reference was hard to understand but funny

GUYS NIGHT!!! (With my S/I!!)

BUTTERFLY BARD!!!!! BARD BESTIES!!!!!!

I LOVE THE BUTTERFLY BARD

Mia and Jeff!!!

This butterfly bard is so weird, stop speaking in rhymes I can't understand anything you're saying!!

I love it when Torbek tries to be artistic or acts more artistically inclined than he actually is, makes me think that my S/I’s artistic nature is rubbing off on him uwu (Two a((r/u))tistic besties!!  /j)

Torbek being absolutely terrified of hippos is so damn funny

NO GIDEON, DON'T FIGHT A HIPPO!!

“Gricko, what the fuck is a lion king and a SNES???” - My S/I (Gricko breaking the fourth wall is so damn funny to me, bro is an eldritch god fr fr /j)

Grinko grimgrin :)

STOP RHYMING, YOU'RE CONFUSING THE HIMBOS!!

If Gricko multiclasses into Bard, I would be very happy fr fr. That dude is always singing or making song references

OH GODS THE BUTTERFLY GOT US LOST

My headcanon is the reason my S/I doesn’t participate in the conversations is cause they're busy knitting while riding on Hootsie

Nikkie’s goat plush is so cute!!

OH NO, AN OLD LADY HAS FALLEN!! SHE NEEDS LIFE ALERT!!

I bet she’s a hag tbh

Gricko has a foot fetish /j

I may have Baldur's Gate 3 on the brain but AUNTIE ETHEL??? LIKE THE FUCKIN HAG FROM THAT GAME????? WAS I RIGHT???

Aw, she’s a widow :(

KREMY NOOOOOO, DON’T GIVE THE OLD LADY CURSED FEY COINS!!!!

NIKKIE TOTALLY SHIPS GIDEON X KREMY “You look to Gideon and think about what you would do if Gideon were to pass away suddenly” “you don't have to call me out like that!” I LOVE MY DADS >:3

RUFIOH FEYWILD CHILD WITH A WOODEN SWORD, IS THIS WILL OF THE FEYWILD??

[nicosraf]

thank you @savleye for tagging me, i need to rant I have a lot of ideas on why the eldritch "biblically accurate" angel idea has permeated society, and a lot of people are not going to like hearing this but I fear a lot of it has come from tradcath types and new Christians who've been making a pretty valiant effort at making Christianity both "cool" and consistent with our new understanding of the world in a scientific sense.

"Of course angels can't just be regular guys! Because regular guys leading the cosmic winds and setting alight the supernovas in the sky is uncool and unscientific. So, surely, they are actually these 4-dimensional beings whose appearance would be enough to terrify any human to death!"

But it's not true. "Angels" are regular-looking, though probably beautiful – if they can inspire the entire male population of a city (Sodom) to go crazy with lust. The descriptions of angels as "eldritch" are, from my understanding, only when they are in physical proximity to the throne of God. And they are rare - just in 2 books and very brief.

You can argue that the "seraphim" and "cherubim" are different than the angels ("messengers") who visit Earth, but I think the Book of Enoch makes it clear that angels can move between these more fire-like, strange bodies and flesh, or something that mimics flesh. This scene, by the way, is taking place above Earth, in the heavens:

A lot of people will say that, well, they're only man-ish because they don't want to scare humans! (In this case, maybe they don't want to scare Enoch.) But, there's actually no reason to think that the angels have modeled their flesh bodies on man. In fact, there's way more evidence that it was human bodies that were modeled on God and angel bodies, as per that very famous line:

Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness (Genesis 1:26).

I think there's a lot of very interesting materiality and flesh-ness in the Christian Heaven that a lot of people have decided to ignore or misrepresent. I mean, the gates to Heaven are, actually, described as pearl. The streets are described to be gold. The walls are described to be made of stones. Everyone has decided it was simply metaphor, or that John of Patmos was simply too stupid to understand the "true" nature of what he was seeing in Revelation.

And, to be honest, I think that's where my real annoyance with this whole thing lies – the superiority "biblically accurate angel" people have over ancient Christians and ancient people in general. "Oh, the poor medieval Christian writers, the poor Renaissance artists who wrote and painted and understood the angels as people. They didn't know the true angels, unlike us modern folk!"

No, I think they understood their theology very well!! I think it's you, who gets your theology from "Angels: Explained" videos on Youtube/Tiktok and "angel names" websites that doesn't get it actually !

"biblical angels" you do realise there are angels in the old testament that are literally just regular looking guys, right? you do know that the hallucinogenic incoherent descriptions are in like. two books. and the rest of the time angels are just guys. you know that, right?

and I'm not saying don't have fun with weird angels. I'm saying, either the eldritch forms are for special occasions, or the society of the angels is Many-Eyed-Many-Winged-Interlocking-Circles, Four-Faces-Six-Wings, and Mike.

[yanderemommabean]

Had scenario that's been stuck in my head for the past few days.

Now hear me out...Crazy Sex Cult with an all powerful Shape Shifting Eldritch God that can travel through dreams.

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Truthfully, you weren't too sure about this.

You only agreed to go to this party because your friend particularly begged you and her knees to come with.

Apparently, she's been seeing this guy on and off for the pass month and has really fallen hard for him.

So, when said guy invites your friend to a party a he's hosting, of course she jumped at the chance with even a second thought.

Your friend has always been a bit of a wild party girl, so this doesn't surprise you.

However, your friend was invited under the condition that she bring a friend.

Your typically the one that drives your friend home after she gets blackout drunk at clubs, so it really shouldn't surprise you that she choose you to be her plus one.

After some back and forth with a LOT of pleading on your friends part, you finally relent and agree to go.

When you actually get to where the party is being held, you can't help but feel a little wary.

The party was taking place at a fancy vacation home that pretty far out from any large population.

When you bring this up with your friend, she simply suggests that it's to prevent any noise complaints they would get.

You notice that bunch of people had already arrived. They all looked to be around your age and were fairly normal. Many of them to busy dancing and drinking to notice your presence.

Despite your initial suspicion, everything seemed fine and you were actually starting to have fun.

However, as the night progresses, things start to become strange.

You begin to feel dizzy and your vision goes in and out of focus. You notice that your friend and a few others seemed to be in the same dazed state as you.

The next thing you remember is blacking out, only to wake up in your bed the next morning as if nothing happened.

You try to remember what happened at the party and how exactly you got home, but nothing.

You then notice a strange black tattoo on your lower abdomen. It looked like one of those succubus womb tattoo you've seen on the internet.

Of course, you freak out thinking you got drunk last night and for some reason thought it was a good idea to get a tattoo.

You tried calling your friend to see if she remembers what happened last night but just like you, she doesn't remember a thing.

In fact everything after arriving at the party is a complete blank.

You briefly mention the tattoo to her to which she laughs stating that you could no longer judge her for anything stupid she does when drunk.

After that, you both agreed that you both just got too hammered while partying and someone drove you both home.

But that does leave you with the question of how that person or people knew where you lived?

You decide not to think about that right now and tell yourself you'll call the police should something happen.

However, that night, you have rather... strange dream.

You find yourself strapped naked to a stone alter. Your hands are chained on either side of your head, while your legs are spread wide apart completely exposing you.

All around you, you see figures cloaked in black ropes standing off to the sides. Watching. Waiting.

Then, you see someone or rather something standing before you.

You couldn't quite make it out from your dark surroundings, but you do note that's it's huge, clearly towering over by a large margarine.

It looked humanoid in appearance, but with an enormous strong build. It's arms were long both ending in terrifying sharp claws and it was covered in what looked to be black fur.

You couldn't make out any facial features whatsoever, but it looked to have large horns on its head and you think you saw a tail moving in the darkness.

But none of that mattered as you suddenly felt something impossibly large and hard begin to enter you.

You could feel yourself being stretched beyond your limits as it forced its way into you...and yet...there was no pain.

The normal painful burn you'd expect from something like this, never came.

Instead all you feel is an enormous amount of pleasure as the object is pushed deeper and deeper inside you.

That pleasure only grows as it begins to move inside. You can't help yourself, but to moan out loudly as this monster takes you.

You should be afraid, disgusted, maybe even ashamed...but you're not. You can't even lie to yourself and say this doesn't feel, because it DOES.

You don't know why or how this could feel so good, but it does.

Soon, you find yourself wanting more, begging the monster to f*ck you harder, for it to shove its massive c*ck deeper inside you.

You mind is so lost in ecstasy that you can't think of anything else.

In your lust filled haze, you noticed the cultists watching with clear arousal.

Many began to touch themselves or each other while watching their master take your helpless body. Eventually, they devolved into a full on orgy of shameless sex.

It was obvious these people didn't care about something as trivial as modesty and reveled in their complete depravity and lack of shame.

The room was filled with debauched moans, but you couldn't hear any of it. Far too distracted by the mind numbing pleasure you were being given.

The heat in your core continues to build up, until finally broke.

You screamed out in ecstasy as you came hard on the monster c*ck. Never before have you felt such an intense sense of euphoria.

Moments later, you hear the creature let an inhuman roar as it fills you with its hot cum.

The last thing you remember before waking is hearing muffled words in a language you don't understand.

The next morning, you can't help but think back to your dream the night prior. It was so...vivid...it felt so...real...

You're looking too much into it. After all it was just a dream! Just a weird scenario that you brain came up with! It has no bearing on your life nor does it mean anything!

None of it was real!

...well that's you believe anyway.

This was a wonderful little story, 10/10 a meal I would devour again and again!

I love that you censored words though because??? This is a porn blog with yandere themes I think cussing and cursing is the least of your worries lmao it's also 18 and up so like why censor anything like that? IDK it's cute but you don't need to worry about that

I really love the lead up to the party, and the missing memories trope is always fun and gives a creative way to fill in the gaps (If you even want to fill them in)

I really liked this bean! Great Job!

-Mommabean