#they possess me to write these i swear

[godofstory]

they're so all over the place😭

[slashmagpie]

It’s quiet when the wild cards stop.

Pearl comes to a stop for the first time in hours, her body shaking, heart still pounding. She can feel the heavy thrum of blood in her veins. She stares out over spawn island and the server beyond, her breath misting in the cool evening air.

It hits her then, all at once. Impulse is gone. Her friend, her ally, the man she’d wanted to win. She’d given him everything, her resources, her totem, her time, her devotion…

And he’s gone.

The next breath in hurts, catching against something tight and sharp in her chest. It comes out shaking. She swallows hard against the lump in her throat.

Gem’s gone, too. If she’d lived just another thirty seconds she’d have survived the explosion of wild cards enough to see this quiet aftermath. Pearl could have been her friend, then, maybe, best friends again on red just like Gem had promised. If she hadn’t changed her mind again. Because Gem’s been confusing, all hot-and-cold, and Pearl’s been confused, so confused, and now she’ll never have clarity.

…They’ll never have that 1v1 either. 

The breath in burns. Her eyes burn too. The breath out catches at her vocal cords, not quite a whine, not quite a sob.

Impulse gone. Gem gone. BigB’s gone, has been gone for a while, taken by his snail, their friendly, (un)reliable, formerly nosy neighbour. Pearl remembers losing him before, gone too soon, time run out, and she’d wanted him to win, she’d wanted—

Scott’s dead. And isn’t that—isn’t that just—they’d made it to the end as a team. Just like Scott wanted. Because everybody had said they couldn’t, that they’d turn on each other like before, and he’d wanted to prove them wrong. And she still doesn’t know, really, how she feels about him. If this season has healed those wounds. If there's a part of her that will always feel bitter and sick and angry when she thinks about him. Even now, it’s still not gone. But they’d laughed, and they’d stuck by each other, and that had to mean something. It had meant something, however small.

She wraps her arms around herself, curls in around the burning ore in her chest. Her cheeks are wet. The in breath is just as ragged and broken as the out breath.

God, she feels pathetic. Completely and utterly pathetic. Alone and aching and everyone she’s fought with, fought for, is gone. Just like last time. Just like the time before. It hurts, and not in a good way, and she longs for the familiar and soothing sting of powdered snow. 

(A pain that is completely inaccessible to her in this world.) 

“Pearl!” 

She turns. Cleo’s standing on the bank, and she looks just as exhausted as Pearl feels. Pearl hurriedly straightens up, wipes at her eyes, sucks in a shaking, aching breath.

“Cleo!” 

Cleo doesn’t say anything as Pearl crosses the water towards her. She regards Pearl with sad eyes, soft eyes, and god, it doesn’t help with how pathetic Pearl feels. She draws in another painful breath, sharp in her throat, and Cleo opens her arms.

Pearl takes the invitation gladly, practically throwing herself at Cleo. Cleo is large and tall and broad and her arms are strong and warm around Pearl, or as warm as a zombie can get, at least. Pearl buries her face into the sweat-and-blood-soaked fabric of Cleo’s leotard and hiccups a sob around the glass shards of grief in her chest.

“Cleo, I’m so lost, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Cleo hums, fingers running through Pearl’s tangled hair, and her voice catches in her throat, awkward and unsure before hardening. “I—If nothing else, we kill Joel.”

Killing Joel won’t make anything better. It’s barely a goal, nothing like help Impulse win, nothing ever so noble. (Nothing like get Scott back, nothing like protect BigB, nothing like get Bdubs—Joel—Scar to the end, it’s not—)

But it’s something. Something to latch onto, when it feels like the stillness of the world is somehow even more unstable than the chaos that had preceded it.

She swallows, pushes herself back from Cleo’s chest, looks up into Cleo’s dim green eyes. They’re rimmed with red and cushioned by deep purple bags, steely and uncertain and the last thing Pearl has to rely on.

“I agree with that. I like that, I like that thought. Okay. Y’know what, that’s fine.”

“That’s—that’s the law.”

“Alright. Fine. Let’s do that.”

And the words come out harsh, bitter, stinging her tongue like lemon juice and bile. Really, there’s nothing else to fight for, nothing else to win, not for Pearl. She’s not dead, but she’s already out of the game, all of her pieces stolen. There’s just Cleo, her old friend, her old enemy, her last remaining teammate. There’s just Cleo, and Pearl, and a half-dozen losses shattered between them.

So Pearl will sideline her grief, and take those shards, and she will do her best to kill with them. Just like everyone’s been goading her to do all season. Red in her clothes, in her eyes, in her blood, between her teeth. A stray dog that’s been ordered to attack. She doesn’t fight it anymore. There’s no point in pretending to be a person now.

After all, there’s nothing left to lose, and nothing left to win.

[r7leee]

OKAY FINE YOU HORNY SLUTS

you get smut 😒😒 this is the last time i'm installing on this tho

pairing: dom!billie eilish x sub!fem!reader

summary: part 2 to this fic, which is based off this ramble (idk why this is such a rabbit hole omfg)

warnings: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT bear with me 😭🙏🏻, hickeys, oral, overstimulation, i guess a little bit of cum play??, strap + strap sucking, aftercare (all r receiving)

word count: 1,757, should take about thirteen and a half minutes to read

finneas walked back to his room without a second glance. and as soon as the door shut, your girlfriend took the blanket off you. "come here. we're good now."

IT TOOK ONLY a matter of seconds for her to pounce on you. you'd only ever seen her like this a few times before. but every time it happened, you would try your best to ravish the feeling. because when billie was like this, you were getting treated right until you were ruined.

your back lay flush against the fluffy hotel pillows while your girlfriend grabbed your face and kissed you. rough. hard. almost with a force that knocked the wind out of you. oh ya, you were getting fucked.

she didn't stay near your face for long. but instead of reaching for your neck like she usually did, she instead reached for the top of your dress. since it was strapless, she was going to have a relatively easy time getting it off. "arms up."

you commanded to her words, putting your hands up as she pulled the shiny dress over your skin. what she found excited her even more. "no bra? oh, baby, you know what you're doing." the nickname. baby. it rolled off her tongue so well, so sultrly. it gave you goosebumps.

"and your nipples are hard?" accentuating her words, she wrapped her hands around your chest and rubbed the buds over her thumbs. not with any pressure, though. just so you could feel it there. "this is evidence, sweet girl. you found that hot and you know it."

suddenly, you felt a sharp pinch on your right nipple. it made you gasp. she just smirked and leaned down, quickly using her tongue to soothe the pain. you threw your head back as she started to rub your left nipple like previously.

after a while, when she was satisfied, she pulled away and switched nipples. it was like a game to her to see how much you could take. she, at some point, started to suck so hard you swore it would leave marks.

one she felt she had enough, she took her mouth off you. she stuck her tongue out, running a line down your cleavage. she went slowly, her tongue trailing down your body feeling like fire. her tongue quickly dipped in the trench of your belly button before reaching just above your clit.

right as she reached your pussy, she looked up at you. there were no words exchanged, but you could tell what she was asking you. if this was okay. that’s the thing you loved about your girlfriend. no matter how desperate she was, if you told her to stop, she would. but, as you nodded, her soft gaze got thrown away.

today wasn’t a teasing day. hell, barely even a prep day. almost immediately, she was on you like a prisoner eating their final meal.

billie left no mercy as she ate you out. her tongue took on different patterns, too spontaneous with her movement to care.

she seemed to do something new every few seconds. it transitioned from licking up and down your folds to sucking your clit to sliding her tongue down and into your entrance in such a way it made tears form in the corner of your eyes.

you whined and pulled her hair, making her chuckle into you. the action made you seem to fall even harder, the vibrations easing just the right ache.

billie was relentless. it was often she got engulfed in your pussy, not wanting to stop pleasing you until you were begging her not to. but this was different. it was feral the way she was licking up your arousal that was spilling onto her tongue. it was almost like she wanted to completely clean you out, not wanting a single part of you untouched.

once you’d finally announced you were close with a high pitched moan, she didn’t even seem as if she heard you. she just kept up, sucking your sensitive bud and rolling her tongue around it.

when you did cum, it was fuzzy. it felt like laying on a cloud. well, only for a bit. until you realized billie was nowhere near done with you, licking up her reward.

“ billie, bills! oh my god, bills, i came, i came!” your voice was high pitched as you squirmed, trying to get out of her iron clad grip on your thighs.

for whatever reason, which you didn’t expect, she released, making a little “pop!” as if she was just sucking on a lollipop. to her, it was candy either way.

she quickly wiped her mouth with her sleeve before taking her pointer finger and sticking it back inside. you jolted, but she quickly took it out before you could whine again.

it was jarring the way she licked your release off her finger. but it was hot. it made you feel warm all over again, wanting her to devour you again and again and again.

billie crawled back up to kiss you lips. you could taste yourself on her tongue, making you reel. she pulled away quickly, a string of saliva connecting you. “i’m gonna get the strap,” she mumbled frantically.

you nodded, not at all complaining. you laid on your back, eagerly waiting as your girlfriend hopped off the bed and toward her suitcase. of course she brought the strap to a different country. of course she did.

you watched with hungry eyes as she undid the buckle on her belt, shimming her pants down to harness the fake dick around her waist.

as she walked back to the bed, she stopped right at the foot of it. you tilted your head in confusion. “come here, mama, suck on it.”

you obeyed to her request, hopping off the bed and settling on your knees on the floor. you didn’t immediately take the whole thing in at once, instead just going for the tip.

you hollowed your cheeks as if billie could feel the thing (which she always swore she could.) “mhm, just like that, baby, just like that.” she gently pushed your head forward, seeing just how far you could take the indigo dildo.

once she’d decided you’d had enough, she commanded you off. immediately, you got on your back, easing into the pillows.

billie crawled on the bed to get into position. she cupped your face, giving you one more kiss, before grabbing the strap. she ran the tip of the dildo up and down your folds, collecting your slick. “you ready for it, ma?” she asked as she lined it up with your entrance.

“yes.” she didn’t need to be told twice. immediately, she sunk into your pussy, bottoming out. although you had a few different dildos that you two used, this one was the one you used the most. so, it was no surprise how your pussy immediately engulfed the silicone, almost like it for perfectly.

you groaned and threw your head back as billie drew tight circles on your clit with her finger. “just tell me when i can move,” she spoke in a tone so soft it almost wasn’t like she didn’t just put 7 inches of silicone inside you.

after a while, you nodded.

billie didn’t need to be told twice.

her thrusts started off gentle and calm, moving her hips to only take an inch out and put it back into your waiting hole. the slow speed of these thrusts made it so you could feel everything: the gentle touch of billie’s thighs against yours, the dildo pressing so nicely on your walls.

you were content with this. but, billie wasn’t. at some point, it seemed she got bored, as she strung on of your legs over her shoulder and went faster.

the new angle made her be able to penetrate that spot all the way in the back that made you see stars. and with the speed and hardness she was going, the pleasure only multiplied.

“oh, fuck, billie, yaaa, right there,” you encouraged her. she only laughed and nodded in response.

it didn’t take long for the sound of skin slapping on skin to take over the room. well, if you could even hear that over your moans. billie was fucking you with a rawness she hadn’t shown in a while.

you swore you could feel the strap kissing your cervix with every thrust, making you unable to stop letting out sounds. little “uh, uh, uh, uh”s filled the room every time she thrust.

but, who could blame you? the strap was so deep you swore if you looked down, you could see it peeking through your stomach. but you couldn’t even lift your head. the pleasure was too good.

your tits bounced as billie pounded into you, causing her to reach down and take your nipples between her fingers. “oh, you like this?” she teased you. “ya, you like me fucking you like this? like you deserve? ya, i know, i know, it just feels so good…”

the feeling of your hard nipples being played with combined with the damage your girlfriend was doing to your pussy was starting to make you feel overwhelmed. like you were about to fall off the edge.

“billie, shit, i-i’m close,” you said out. “can i cum? please, can i cum, please please please…” that made her smile.

“you don’t gotta beg me, baby. just let go.”

and let go you did. you slapped a hand over your mouth as your back arched off the bed. white hot was all you could see as billie slowed down, letting you ride out your high.

once you were done and could feel the seepage dripping out of you, you took your hand off your mouth, heavily breathing.

billie leaned down to kiss your lips. she smiled into it before pulling away. “you doing okay?” she asked. you nodded. “i’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

in a few seconds, the strap was out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. she quickly undid the harness and threw it somewhere across the room for her to wash later.

she pulled you into your arms and kissed your head, rubbing your back. “you did so good for me, sweet girl. thank you for letting me do that.”

you hid your face into her neck and spoke. “of course, bills.”

she grinned and kissed your forehead. “okay, you go pee, then i’ll run you a shower, ya?” she proposed. you nodded and went to crawl off the bed.

“hey!” she called out one more time. you turned your head back to look at her.

“i love you.” you beamed.

“i love you, too.”

[butchdiaz]

to open up my arms and give it all to you

rated g, 2.5k, coming out

aka chris diagnoses buck with bisexuality, and the buckley-diaz family is the most family-shaped family ever.

It should be weird, is the thing – Tommy dropping him off at the Diaz house for dinner. But he didn't even bat an eye when Buck said he couldn't do Saturday night because Eddie was attempting to cook a new recipe and Buck had promised to be there to try it. He had just nodded thoughtfully, like prioritizing dinner with a friend over a date wasn’t weird and said, "I’ll just take you out in the afternoon instead." And that was that. Buck has never had a partner like this, someone makes him feel equally valued in both their own life and Eddie and Christopher’s. It's kind of dizzying. They had a flying lesson today – though the word "lesson" quickly became irrelevant when Buck got too distracted by the views of the city and Tommy’s competence to do anything but hold his hand about it over the gearshift. Tommy mentioned something about yoga, which got Buck started on a rant about one of the PTA moms at Chris's school, and how she always wears head to toe lululemon and constantly hits on Eddie despite Eddie very clearly shutting her down every time. And her cupcakes are definitely store bought, which is totally fine, but she acts like she made them from scratch. And she never has gluten free options. It's about five minutes of this before Buck realizes how long his mouth has been moving and he snaps it shut, suddenly self-conscious about how much he just rambled on about going to school bake sales with Chris and Eddie, and thinking that Tommy will probably find that very weird. But then he looks over, and Tommy’s smiling – the smile that causes his whole face to crinkle up in a way that makes Buck’s heart do backflips in his chest. He places a warm, solid hand on Buck's thigh and asks, "Does she at least bring peanut-free options?" And Buck says, "No!" and they both laugh and the sun shines through the glass onto Tommy’s face as his nose scrunches up and Buck's stomach swoops, only partially due to the fact that they are thousands of feet in the air.

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[imtrashraccoon]

I'm feeling down and really tired today so I've been reading some monster x human fanfiction. Anyways, I was suddenly inspired to write something for Nightmare and since my friend @superbfirnacho also seemed to be feeling down lately, I may have indulged in something comfy.

Nacho, I hope you like this, I was tempted to ask first but then I didn't, so... I was really tempted to write more but I didn't plan anything out and just wrote until it ended in a good place. Is it weird that I was also tempted to try and write a crossover that included Aylin meeting Ivy? I'm too tired to try and make that work right now, but I'm not opposed to it!

Cuddles By The Fire: Ivymare

The gentle crackling and occasional popping of the coals could've soothed even the most stubborn person to sleep. However, for a god like Nightmare, he was unaffected by the allure of rest. He could if he wanted to, but often didn't since the time doing so could be used for more productive things.

There was one exception though and she was currently laying asleep next to him.

Her name was Ivy and she was easily the best thing to happen to him in centuries. He wouldn't have thought he could feel any affection for anyone or anything again but lately he was realizing how wrong he had been.

Her bubbly personality and seemingly boundless positivity was mildly irritating, almost like sand between his bones. But it was nothing in comparison to the blazing sunlight of his brother's own aura.

He had pushed her away at first. She was basically the complete opposite to him and yet something about her kept him from leaving entirely.

All beings could experience negative emotions just as they could experience positive ones. He could sense that she was no different, despite how much she tried to hide it behind a bright smile. Maybe that was why he'd persuaded her to join his little crew of misfits.

Or maybe it was because she seemed so familiar... Almost like a long lost friend...

Whatever the reason, he wasn't about to let her leave his side anymore. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. He wasn't going to allow her happiness to be snuffed out.

She was a talented healer too. Anyone with even an idiom of mana could sense how powerful her soul was. Some may foolishly suggest that she was a Boss Monster but he knew better. Her strength rivaled that of his own and while he'd never actually inquired, he highly suspected that she was somehow related to a deity. Although, he wasn't sure if she was a god like he considered himself to be or if she had been blessed by one.

Healing wasn't all she could do though. She wasn't afraid to defend herself if anyone was foolish enough to challenge her to a fight. He'd witnessed her put Killer in his place a few times already and likely would again since the skeleton never seemed to learn his lesson.

She was also a skilled botanist and had a way with animals that he'd only ever seen from nature deities the few times he'd ventured into Reapertale. These talents weren't as useful for his work but they occasionally proved handy. It was just one other thing he admired about her since his own corruption didn't mesh well with most animals or plants.

He used one of his tendrils to set aside his journal for the time being and shifted her body a bit closer to him. He lightly ran one of his phalanges over her cheekbones, being mindful not to graze her with his claws and mar her perfect skin.

She stirred and mumbled something unintelligible but he was quick to soothe her back to sleep with a gentle kiss on her forehead. He lived for these rare quiet moments when it was just the two of them.

If his brother ever found about her, he knew that those Star Fools would immediately assume he'd kidnapped her. That wasn't entirely incorrect but it wasn't like she had ever tried to leave either. He probably would've let her, but at the same time, a darker side of him wanted to lock her away and never let anyone even look at her again.

His tendrils unconsciously coiled tighter around her body for a moment before he realized and loosened up his hold so as to not wake her.

She was his.

And he wouldn't let anyone take her away from him. Not again...

[charismabee]

Thinking about the Hunted and the Paranoid They'd be such a force to be reckoned with if one of the others got hurt (assuming separate bodies for my convenience). They'd both immediately be in protective mode because a) injured member of the flock, susceptible to preditors, must protect until healed and b) if its not properly treated it might get worse, it might get infected and then they'll die and a piece of the group will be lost and then they'll all start dying and everything will be terrible forever.

So whoever is injured is dragged to the nest or whatever place is currently safest to be fussed over by the Paranoid while the Hunted watches over them. I can see the Hunted being like 'I'll protect you' and sitting on top of them, covering their body like an overprotective blanket while Paranoid worries over them being crushed or suffocated by the protective cuddle. They're fine Hunted is like 90% fluff and feathers. Not that heavy, perfect blanket. Everyone who isn't injured has to avoid them because Hunted will lash out if you get too close to the injured person he's protecting, abs then they get stuck in there with the injured person because they've been scratched.

I can see the others reacting in a variety if different ways to this.

Hero, Broken, Opportunist, and Smitten would probably enjoy the attention.

Hero a bit more bashful and grateful for the help even if its excessive which it probably is.

Broken being a mix of shocked that anyone would be nice to him and mopey about how he doesn't deserve it and what's the point in helping him. He's just going to get hurt again later anyway.

Opportunist takes the opportunity (ha) to get attention and affection and conformation that everyone likes him because let's be honest with ourselves he may act cocky but that man is desperate.

Smitten is a weird one. He's the type to be all 'these five stab wounds are nothing in the face of my dedication and love', but he probably loves being taken care of. He would prefer if it was the princess though.

Cold and Skeptic would just put up with it.

Cold doesn't care enough to stop them, though he will tell them that he's fine and they're being stupid and his broken arm isn't a problem, pain isn't a bad thing, they don't believe that and Paranoid tries yet again to explain to him why pain is bad.

Skeptic knows it's excessive but he also knows it'll soothe their worries if he lets them confine him to the nest for a week. He can do his philosophy in there it isn't a huge deal for him. He gets to pester them about the inner workings of their minds while he's there too, enrichment.

Cheated, Contrarian, and Stubborn would complain the whole time.

Cheated would so be a whiner about the whole thing. He hates being hurt, and he hates being taken care of even more. It's like an admission that whatever hurt him won. Which it didn't. He'd be even more upset if they didn't fuss over him though because that wouldn't be fair.

Contrarian would hate being stuck in one place for an extended period of time. Just knowing he's not allowed to leave makes him want to really bad, plus he gets bored easy and Hunted keeps puffing up and hissing at everyone until they leave so he can ensure Contrarian is safe so he only has these two worryworts to talk to and they're no fun to wind up because they're too busy fussing to react to his japes and such.

Stubborn would hate being seen as weak. He doesn't need to be protected or patched up, he's stronger than that. They'd still get him to let them do it, but like the Skeptic it's only for their piece of mind. He still complains the whole time.

Hunted would hate being injured and having Paranoid fuss over him. He doesn't like staying still. He'd probably sit through it though because he's objective enough to understand that if injured he does need to heal. After all, how will he evade preditors if injured?

Paranoid I could see appreciating the Hunted watching over him. He'd patch himself up tho, no one is getting near him while he's hurt, Hunted helps keep everyone else away though so it works.

[likablemuffin]

Never go into alleys. Except if you want to be possessed. (Whumptober)

(From: Random ROTTMNT oneshots)

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Day 21: Body horror

"You guyssss.... come on! It was a tie!" 

Leo had lost the bet of who could play a Hatsune Miku rhythm game better with Donnie. The punishment? The loser had to go grab the other anything they wanted from the convenience store. "No, it was not. I won fair and square, Nardo." Leo groans and drags his feet on the ground as he walks. "Of course you did... because you're such a nerd when it comes to Hatsune Miku...."

Donnie scoffs offensively. "EXCUSE YOU. HATSUNE MIKU IS AMAZING." Leo gets to the entrance to the lair, but he turns around to talk to Donnie more. "I never said she wasn't! I just said you were a NERD!!" Donnie's eye starts to twitch, and Raph has to restrain him from attacking Leo. Leo sticks his tongue out and skips away.

As Leo walks along the streets of New York, he smells the air. Of course, the smell isn't exactly amazing, but Leo hasn't smelled any air besides this one. As Leo walks by a certain alleyway, he hears some voices talking together. "Where do you think we could get a host?" "Well, I don't know. Why are you asking me?" 

Leo was admittedly a bit curious. I mean, how could he not be? "What's all this about a host?" The two people in the alley instantly turn around. They both seem to be wearing some weird white cloak that covers their entire body. Not even their face is visible, as the hood of the cloak casts a shadow over their entire face. One of them speaks up, "You are not permitted to be here. Leave. Or else you will suffer more than you ever have or ever imagined." 

Leo cringes at the whole "evil" talk. "Look, I'm not here to stop you from doing whatever it is you're doing; I'm just curious as to what it is." The two people look at each other and nod before speaking again. "Oh, believe me, you will have most certainly wished you had tried to stop us." "What do you mean by th-" Leo doesn't even get to finish his sentence before an extremely sharp pain enters his skull and he falls to the ground. As his eyes close, he sees three people circle around him. Damnit. He didn't notice there was a third one...

When he wakes up, his ears are ringing and his head feels like it's on fire. He's also tied up, and there's a whole bunch of those guys in the weird cloaks standing in front of a portal or something..? Leo's vision is pretty blurry, but that's what it looks like to him. One of the people looks at him, and once they see he's awake, they point him out to the others.

Three of the people come up to him and pick him up, carrying him towards the portal. Leo tries to struggle against their hold, but he's so weak it doesn't do anything. They take him up to the portal and genuinely chuck him in. Leo looks behind him and is not exactly happy when he sees the portal close behind him. Well, thats just fabulous. 

"Hmm...are you the host they brought me?" Leo freezes as he hears a deep voice almost directly in front of him. He turns his head to look at who spoke and almost falls back in surprise. Standing in front of him is a strange, shadowy figure. The figure seems to be...melting? It seems like its flesh is dripping onto the floor. Thank goodness its just fully black. If it was actually skin colored, that would certainly be a sight to see...

"The...the what?" The figure seems to disappear into the floor and then reappear right next to Leo. Some drips fall off of it and onto Leo, which causes him to shiver. "The host." Its voice right next to Leo's ear sends shivers down his spine. "As you can probably see, my form isn't doing to well...so, I requested they find me a host." Leo freezes as he realizes just what that means. "A-Are you a..." The figure chuckles. "A demon? Oh yes."

The figure disappears again and shows up right in front of Leo this time. "You may call me Anomaly." Anomaly bows. "It is not my true name, but I do not think you would be able to understand the true one." Leo shivers again. "What is your true name...?" Anomaly scoffs and straightens himself. "I suppose I can tell you." But much to Leo's surprise, instead of an actual name, he just hears Anomaly say random noises. 

Anomaly notices Leo's confusion and scoffs again. "Of course you can't understand it." Leo takes a few steps back but gets very easily tripped by a weird vine that comes out of the ground. When Leo looks down to see what it was, it looks like how Anomaly looks. Completely black and dripping. Anomaly starts walking towards Leo. "Oh no, no, no." Anomaly chuckles to himself. "I do not think you understand. You are mine now. Mine to posses." 

Leo's eyes widen and Anomaly chuckles again. "It's nothing against you, child. I simply need a body, and you were the first one that they captured." Before Leo can say anything, Anomaly touches him and starts going into Leo's skin. Leo screams, and he continues to scream until his screams slow and eventually stop. 

Leo stands up and starts pressing against the ropes holding him. They eventually break, and he stares at his hands. He chuckles and speaks in a strange voice that sounds like two people at once. "Ah yes... this body will be perfect...." Leo Anomaly turns around and swipes his hand in the air. Instantly, a portal forms back to the place with all the people in the white robes.

As he walks through, all the people bow down before him. "Have we chosen a suitable body for you?" Anomaly flexes his fingers a few times before looking at them and smiling a smile that most definitely didn't look natural. "Yes. You've chosen quite a nice one..."

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW WHERE LEO IS?!" April screams at Donnie. April had come over after Leo had left and was greeted by the wonderful idea that Leo is missing. "He's gone! I don't know!" Mikey walks up behind Donnie and looks at Donnie's tech gauntlet which has all their trackers. Sure enough, Leo's is not on the screen. 

Splinter sleepily walks into the room. "What on earth are you all talking about?? I was just trying to sleep, and then I was woken up by your noise!" Raph looks at Splinter with a worried expression on his face. "Pops! Leo's missing!" Splinter rubs his eyes and yawns. "Yes, yes, very ni-" Splinter pauses and finally registers what Raph said. "BLUE IS MISSING?!"

Raph nods, and suddenly, all of their communicators go off. They crackle on, and a strange voice exits them. "I want you all to find them now. Do you understand me? I will NOT be waiting any longer for you idiotic swine to find the rest of them." "W-Well, master, you must forgive us, but we can't just find the rest of the Hamato's instantly..." "You found this one for me, didn't you? You should know where the rest of them are." "Ah, well, this one was just wandering around the surface." "Oh, of course he was...well, you'd better find them soon, or else I will not be very pleased." "Yes master."

They hear someone walk away and someone scoff. "They're all such fools...at least they're all expendable..." Mikey whispers something to himself, but the person on the other side of the communicator hears him. "Hm? Hello? I didn't know this thing was on..." Raph speaks up this time. "Hello? Who are you exactly? How do you have one of our communicators?" The person pauses. "Ah...you must be the Hamato family..."

The person chuckles to themselves before Leo's voice comes through the communicators. "Sorry guys, I got lost on the way home. But how exactly do I find you guys again?" Mikey, being the gullible guy he is, instantly starts basically reciting how to get to the lair. Donnie shuts him up really quickly. Donnie speaks into his communicator. "You're not Leo, are you?" The person on the other side huffs before they go back to their original voice. Which now that they're hearing it more, it sounds a lot like Leo's voice combined with a much deeper voice. "Oh no, boo hoo, you got me. But my question still stands."

Donnie rolls his eyes and looks at Raph, basically asking with his look if they should continue the conversation. Raph nods and speaks into his communicator. "But we have a question for you. Why do you sound like Leo, and how do you know his name?" The person on the other side of the communicator talks to someone else in the room before talking into the communicator again. "Oh, I know him very very well; don't worry." 

Donnie looks at Raph again, and Raph nods again. So Donnie turns off the communicator. April looks at Raph and Donnie. "I will never understand how you guys know exactly what the other is thinking..." Mikey jumps onto Raph's back. "Who was that, do you think?" Donnie shrugs. "I don't know Mikey...but he certainly didn't seem friendly..." April talks from behind them. "ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT HE SOUNDED LIKE LEO? LIKE, EXACTLY? YEAH? OKAY, I GUESS." 

Splinter nods and walks over to stand next to April. "I agree with April. Why did that person sound like Blue? And why did he say he knows Blue?" Donnie shrugs and starts tapping away on his tech gauntlet. "Several reasons..." Everyone waits for Donnie to continue, but he doesn't, so April speaks instead. "Like???" Donnie groans. "I don't know!" Mikey hugs Raph's neck. "Wheres Leo though? That's what I want to know.." Raph sighs. "I don't know Mikey..."

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It was the next day. Leo still hadn't shown up, and everyone was searching for him nonstop. But they didn't have to stay worried for much longer because one of Donnie's alarms went off. The one that said someone was in the lair. They went downstairs, and who did they see?

"Leo...?"

Leo steps into the hallway doorway. However, his eyes are black, and they're somehow dripping the same color of black as the eyes. "Hello there, Hamato family." Donnie notices pretty quickly that Leo's voice doesn't sound quite right..."Who are you." Leo chuckles, and it sends shivers down everyone's spines. "I'm your brother! Don't you recognize me..?" 

Leo's smile looks far too unnatural for Donnie's liking. Oh yeah, and also the fact the eyes are black doesn't help his case either. "No, you are not Leo. Who are you." Leo? rolls his eyes. "Ah, alright, fine. I am not your brother. Although I'm very sure that you already knew that. My name is Anomaly."

Donnie takes out his tech bo and points it at him. "Okay...but why do you look like Leo?" Anomaly chuckles, and the chuckles slowly grow louder until it turns into a full-blown laugh. "Oh, don't you understand?! Your brother is my host! Oh, come on, don't tell me you've never heard of demon possession before!" Anomaly continues to laugh, and Mikey, Donnie, and Raph start to back up from him.

"W-What do you mean...? L-Leo isnt...dead? Is he..?" Mikey whisper speaks. Anomaly suddenly stops laughing, and he snaps his head towards them. "Oh no, he's not dead." Anomaly suddenly disappears and shows up right next to Mikey. "In fact, he's screaming for you." From the spot where he's standing, Anomaly punches Mikey and sends him flying. 

"Mikey!!" Raph screams and starts running towards Mikey. However, a black vine comes out of the ground and wraps around Raph's leg, knocking him down. "You little-!" Donnie yells before trying to attack Anomaly. Anomaly manages to dodge almost all of his attacks, except for the final one. Which Donnie actually accidentally does. Donnie hits the wrong button and turns the tech bo into a sword. Which then proceeds to be stabbed into Anomaly's hand. Aka, Leo's hand. 

However, Anomaly doesn't even seem fazed; in fact, he manages to grab the tech bo with the stabbed hand and yanks Donnie forward. He stares at Donnie for a bit before he smiles at him with all his teeth and throws Donnie across the room. Anomaly yanks the tech bo out of his hand and throws it on the ground.

"Is that really all you've got? It's quite pitiful-" He can't say anything else before he gets pinned to the ground by Draxum. "D-Draxum! You came!" Mikey says from the spot where he's trying to stand up with help from the wall. "Yes, I did. And what exactly is going on here?" Anomaly struggles viciously under Draxum's grip. "Get off of me, you bastard!" Draxum scoffs. "As if...uh...whatever your name is. Michelangelo?" Mikey hobbles over to him. "I-I'll explain. Let's just get Leo- Anomaly. Into one of those trapping circle thingys." Draxum raises an eyebrow. "Why?" Mikey shakes his head. "I said I'll explain it; just... we gotta do that first."

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"HE'S WHAT?!" Mikey winces as Draxum yells in his ear. Anomaly continually tries to get through the trapping circle and keeps hissing every time it shocks him. "Yes, Leo is possessed...or whatever." Draxum pinches the bridge of his nose. "I swear, every single time I leave you all alone for a few days, all hell breaks loose." 

Anomaly growls from where he's sitting, and Draxum glares at him. "If you don't shut up, I will incinerate you." Anomaly raises a nonexistent eyebrow at him and chuckles slightly. "You wouldn't kill one of your own creations, would you?" Draxum's eyes widen. "How do you know that?" He snaps. Anomaly sits cross-legged and puts his head on his palm. "Oh, I know everything about Leonardo...I'm in his head, remember?"

Draxum makes a noise of disgust and turns away from him. "Michelangelo." Mikey perks up when he hears his name being spoken. "You are going to come with me and find a way to cure Leonardo." Mikey nods and starts following Draxum as he walks away. Anomaly laughs from behind them. "Good luck doing that mortals!" 

So now, its been a few hours. Donnie, Raph, Splinter, and April have been looking over Anomaly while Draxum and Mikey are gone. Most of the time though, it's just Anomaly having staring contests with everyone. He always wins them though, which does make sense considering the fact he can't really feel any pain or discomfort while in Leo's body. Leo can still feel it though...

Finally, Draxum and Mikey return, holding a weirdly colored potion. Raph notices them almost instantly, and he speaks to them. "Guys! Did you find a cure?" Mikey nods his head vigorously and gestures to Draxum. Draxum proceeds to speak. "Yes, we did. It might be hard to give to him, but it is guaranteed to work." Raph stands from where he's sitting and walks up to them. "Alright. What do we have to do?"

Draxum grimaces. "It won't be very fun for Leonardo...but we'll have to make him swallow this potion." Draxum holds up the potion. "Okay..." Raph says, uncertain. "And what will that do?" Draxum clears his throat and continues. "Well, it will make Leonardo throw up the demon." Donnie turns around with a confused expression. "How the fuck does that work?" Raph glares at him. "No swearing." Donnie completely ignores Raph. "Well?"

Mikey shrugs. "Honestly, we don't know. Draxum went looking in the old Hidden City library, and one of the books was a book that was just on how to extract demons from people. Apparently that happens often enough in the Hidden City that a book was made on it. Anyways! There was lots of stuff for different types of demons and stuff, but we eventually managed to find a page on a situation that sounds just like this one! So then we made the potion, and now we're here!"

Donnie's shoulders slump, and he looks away before saying, "Still didn't really answer my question, but whatever..."

They all look at Anomaly, and Anomaly raises an eyebrow at them all. "Why are you all looking at me?" Raph sighs and cracks his knuckles. "I guess it's all or nothing?" Draxum shrugs and walks up to the trapping circle. "I suppose so." Anomaly seems to notice the potion, and his eyes widen slightly. He clearly knows what it's supposed to do. He still chuckles and smirks at Draxum, though. "Good luck trying to make me swallow that, bitch." 

Draxum sighs and gestures for the others to come closer. "Well, you're only one person. I'm sure we can figure something out." Draxum enters the circle, and Mikey, Raph, and Donnie enter after him. Anomaly gets a genuine panicked expression look on his face and tries to move away from them. He obviously stops when he reaches the wall of the circle. 

Everyone seems uncomfortable at the idea of holding Leo down and forcing him to drink the potion, but they know they have to. So, Raph grabs Leo's legs, Mikey his arms, and Donnie pries his mouth open. Draxum carefully pours the potion into Leo's throat. Obviously, Leo squirms around to try and get out of their grasp, and they do let him go when he finally drinks the potion. 

Leo starts coughing and coughing, until eventually, just as Draxum said, he throws up a black goo. He almost immediately faints after, and Donnie has to prop him up so he doesn't fall into it. Although he probably wouldn't have fallen into it anyways considering the fact the goo starts to move.

Raph starts to freak out at that, but Draxum puts a hand on his shoulder. "Its alright. It's the demon; of course it will still be alive. Don't worry though; it can't leave the trapping circle. Donatello, grab your brother." Donnie nods and picks Leo up, carrying him out of the circle. Raph and Mikey follow him out of the circle, but Draxum stays in the circle for a bit longer. "You are a pitiful demon. You're dying, and what do you do? You possess a teenager. You disgust me, Anomaly." The black goo tries to leave the circle, but it gets zapped. 

Draxum rolls his eyes and finally steps out of the circle. The goo tries to follow him out, but of course, it just gets shocked again. "I'll deal with you later. But right now, I need to make sure my son is alright. Especially considering the fact you allowed him to be stabbed." Draxum glares at the goo before turning around and heading to the med bay where Leo was taken.

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[totallynotsomeone]

I know I said I was gonna put out Gwiles in Church fics but tell me why this is a Baby Gwen angst fest 😭😭😭

Pls send help I am emotionally torturing myself 😭😭

[paging-possum]

on some level I understand that welcome to hell is probably a little harder to sell than hazbin given the *gestures vaguely* entire main plotline of w2h THAT SAID im going to be mad about it forever. because one of them is actually funny and has good character design and compelling dynamics and a good plot and its not the one about the freaking hotel.

[blasvemous]

Eddie is sick...

(first time I've written something, not sure if it will become a regular occurrence or not but, I hope its got a good mouth feel for ya)

AO3

Steve and Robin were in the middle of a heated debate over what movie they were going to watch tonight when the apartment door slammed open, rattling the poorly hung picture frames on the wall.

Steve immediately moved into a defensive position as Robin grabbed the closest thing to her that could be used as a weapon. They crept down the hallway, ready to pounce on whomever, or whatever had barged into their haven.

They heard the intruder before they saw them. Quiet grumbles and groans came from the entryway; the sounds of items being tossed about and the door being thrown shut. Steve and Robin only relaxed once they recognized the voice rounding the corner.

Eddie chucked his shoes into the corner, pointedly ignoring the shoe rack that Steve had put by the door. He kicked the door shut and trudged down the hall, prepared to shower and collapse in bed, when he saw two dark figures watching him in the darkened doorway. He let out a small shriek as he lunged for the light switch.

Before him now illuminated by the weak overhead light was Steve, phone receiver in hand raised and ready to strike; behind him was Robin, with a deadly look in her eye, holding a plastic ladle like it was a baseball bat. 

Eddie began to laugh at the ridiculous sight when he was cut short by Robin tossing the ladle at his head.

“Hey! What was that for?” he grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.

“You know you can’t just barge in like that!” Robin practically screamed at him. Steve moved forward to check Eddie’s head, “We didn’t know it was you! We could’ve hurt you!” Steve said as he went to lock the front door and check for any damage to the cheap plywood structure.

Eddie puffed his chest up, “Well I’ll have you know, I’ve received terrible news, that which has left me in a dreadful mood, I fear that you have only exacerbated the issue with your large spoon throwing!”. Steve rolled his eyes and met Robin’s equally amused stare.

“It’s a ladle, not a spoon,” said with all the bitchiness Steve could muster. 

Of course, Steve would know the particular cookware vernacular. 

Eddie, seething with annoyance, prepared his retort.

“Well you would know, wouldn’t you?” He shoved passed the two of them moving to collapse on the couch in a dramatic flourish.

“The hell does that mean?” Steve said as he tossed his hands in the air. He looked at Robin, gesturing at the metalhead who has now become one with the old musty couch.

"Can you believe this?” Steve looked to Robin for a response. She shook her head and released a small sigh, as she shoved Eddie over so she could sit.

“What’s the bad news Eddie?” Robin tried to be comforting in case it was a serious situation but kept a healthy amount of suspicion in her mind since it was Eddie after all.

Eddie half-heartedly rolled over. “I dare not say it aloud, for fear may consume me whole”, his lip quivered as he spoke. He doesn’t know if it was the trembling lip or the small strangled noise he made that softened Steve up, but here he was leaning over Eddie with concern all over his face.

“What’s going on? Is it code red?” Steve glanced toward the counter where the walkie was placed, panic overtook his tense frame. Before he could move to grab it, Eddie was grabbing his wrist, yanking him away. Steve crouched down, petting Eddie's hair and making concerned eye contact with Robin.

Eddie cleared his throat before he spoke, “‘Fraid not Steve-O. It's far worse!” He moved his hand to dramatically drape it across his forehead. Robin grabbed his hand to look him in the eye.

“I need you to cut the drama act and tell me what's going on,” she said frantically. “Like on a scale of failing senior year again” (“Hey!”) “To Vecna zombies, what are we talkin’?” She spits the last sentence out like it was demobat flesh.

Eddie looked toward Steve ready to crack another joke, but the damn Ken doll of a man was rooting through the closet pulling out the emergency bags and his bat. 

Shit, shit, shit.

Eddie sat up quickly, jostling Robin who was manically chewing her nails, eyes flicking between the two men like she was trying to decide which fire to put out first. 

Before Eddie could even get a word out, Robin tackled him to the floor. She began shaking his shoulders. “Just tell us what’s happening!! I can’t take it anymore!” She managed to yell out between her shaking assault on Eddie's shoulders.

Eddie squawked, trying to wriggle out from under Robin. “Steve! Are you just gonna stand by while she gives me shakin’ Eddie syndrome?!” Man, Robin was stronger than she looked.

Steve took one look over his shoulder and dropped everything, deeming Robs the more dangerous threat. The frazzled metalhead grinned up at his personal knight in shining armor, well at least until Steve joined in on the Eddie abuse.

With Robin violently shaking him by the shoulders and Steve manhandling his face like a stress ball, Eddie was preparing for his imminent death.

“Eds, I need you to tell us what's wrong or else I’m grabbing the walkie and radioing the whole party. So, you can tell us or you can tell the six children with severe PTSD reactions.” Steve spoke with a deadly calm that rattled Robin enough to stop her assault. 

Eddie swallowed, trying to digest the threat without choking. ”Fine, fine. I surrender! Release me!” he gasps, attempting to catch the breath that was punched out of him the moment he was shoved to the floor.

Without Robin’s steel grip on his shoulders, he was able to squirm out from under her and escape the two beasts he calls ‘friends’. Eddie stands, attempting to smooth out his hair; across from him, the shining twins stood, arms crossed and hips popped out in motherly disapproval. 

Steve’s expression held a sternness that was rivaled only by Robin’s next to him. 

Never one for a moment of silence, Robin spoke first. “Eddie. Tell us what’s happening. Now”. The air seemed to thicken in the room; Eddie’s skin felt itchy and uncomfortable. The tension was nauseating, he knew he was in trouble, and he was uncertain if he could peacock his way through this.

Rubbing his hands over his face and groaning, he falls on the couch once again. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” Eddie’s face was grim and cold, lacking the sunshine he normally exudes. “I got diagnosed with something, but before you start worrying, it's not contagious like that. So, you guys are safe and all…” He took a deep breath in, “But if you want me to move out, I get it. I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable”. 

Steve’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears; Robin’s lip is quivering as she blinks rapidly. They both miss the small spark of mischief that flickers in Eddie’s eyes. Before Eddie can even come clean and get to the punch line, they pull him up and wrap him up in a suffocating hug. His face shoved into the warmth of Steve’s chest and his side compressed against Robin. Both their arms were like vise grips around him, locking Eddie in place. 

Eddie was quiet, not for a lack of words, but a lack of air; he couldn’t fucking breathe. Robin loosened her grip and Eddie gasped for air as she tried to speak through sniffles. “We love you Eds. Of course we don’t want you to move!” Steve nodded vigorously in agreement, “Yeah we want to support you, man. This is scary, but we’ve handled scary before”. 

Steve pulled him close for one more squeeze before letting him go, Robin still clung to his side. She pulled back a bit before she said, “Did you really think we would let you deal with this alone? You’re our friend, Eddie”. Her voice was full of hurt and anxiety, Eddie wanted to soothe her and fix it. 

“Well, no I didn’t think that, bu-”

Steve interrupted, unable to let Eddie finish his thought. “Look I know what you’re going to say, but Eds, it could’ve been any of us! Your sexuality doesn’t make it your fault, ya know” Steve was earnest as he spoke, which made Eddie even more bewildered. 

What did his sexuality have to do with anything?

He stepped back, hoping the small distance would help bring clarity to the situation. “Ok, I think there’s been a mix up here, 'cause I’m lost” he holds up his hands in innocent surrender. Robin and Steve, the terrible twosome, stare back at him in equal confusion.

“You’re confused? I’m confused!” Robin throws her hands in the air, Steve stares blankly at the floor trying to puzzle out what the hell is happening. Robin spun on her heel, “Wait, Eddie, what were you diagnosed with?”. She had a gleam in her eye, she figured it out.

Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face, and shamefully flopped back onto the couch, shoving his face in between the cushions. 

“Mhmnngmhhn” his words too muffled to make out from under the mess of hair and old couch stuffing.

Robin exasperated, looks at Steve, tossing an awkward gesture in Eddie’s direction. Still confused, Steve leaned forward to pull the grumbling mop of hair out from the cushions. Eddie released a loud groan, squishing his eyes closed so he didn’t have to look at Steve’s concerned face. 

Steve squished Eddie's face in his hands and looked him in the eye to say, “Hey can you repeat that for me? I don’t speak couch.” Eddie’s mask of perpetual sorrow and shame broke for a moment to let out a small chuckle. Robin rolls her eyes and plops down next to Eddie, “We just wanna help” she says tentatively like she might scare him away. 

Shoving his head back into the couch crevasse, Eddie screams “I SAID… mnhngnmmh”.

A loud clap breaks through Eddie’s pitty fest and makes him sit upright. Steve is standing before him, hands on hips. “You’re killin’ us Eds. I’m calling the party.” 

He grabs the walkie, “Hey guys-” 

“I SAID I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH GIGANTICUS GENITALIUS!” Eddie’s face was red, the vein in his forehead ready to pop, panic and guilt in his eyes visible. Once the words leave his mouth he lets out a scream and tries to crawl underneath the couch, a space that obviously would not fit a grown man. In a whimper of failure, he falls back on the couch hiding his face behind Robin’s shoulder.

After an uncomfortable silence, he only peeks out when he feels Robin shaking next to him. She’s laughing, “She’s fucking laughing!” Eddie was angry, no wait, he was relieved? 

As he went through the 5 stages of grief, he spun around to look at Steve. Steve whose face is bright red and his eyes tearing up as he holds back hysterical giggles. And Eddie just stands there, baffled, as he watches his two friends collapse onto the floor in a cramp-inducing fit of laughter. Once the shock passed, Eddie fell apart and joined them on the floor, his bright smile and dimples out in full force. 

“Giganticus Genitalius”, Robin squealed in between hiccuping breaths of air. Eddie smacked her arm only for Steve to retaliate by giving him a vicious noogie. They spend way too long laying together on the floor, repeating the awful joke back and forth until their stomachs hurt from the laughter. 

“We thought you were dying!” Steve manages to choke out. Robin soberly sits up and looks at Eddie, “I thought we would have to have the safe sex talk again”. Her serious attitude was met with a pillow to the face and a screech that sounded a lot like Eddie saying “We said we would never speak of that again!”.

Once the laughter died down, and they were breathing hard, Steve spoke quietly. “Really, we’re glad you’re ok Munson”.

[lokimobius]

i’m trying to write mischief for the last chapter of my fic, but instead it’s basically just loki dropping hints that he knows about the notebook, and mobius is not getting it at all because he’s too caught up in his own thoughts. and then because of that, loki is sad because he feels rejected.

[perpetualexistence]

"It's just a simple AU where Noah is a D&D monster." Perp said, as she proceeded to write a prologue one shot.

[maisiejanescripts]

i wrote ten whole pages today. ten. whatever possessed me today i wish to pass on to other fellow writers because i was on a roll.

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

That fic was SO PAINFUL AND SO GOOD thank you so much for writing ittttt 😭🙏

The dark curl of feeling in skizz’s chest and KNOWING he’s not the “favorite” but yearning to be missed and cared for and the comfort he brought even if his insides were tied in knots AHHH

And then the distance when the next session starts because they lost their “glue” and him falling and closing his eyes IM A SHELL OF A MAN HGGH SO GOOOOOD

OMG THANK YOU!!! it was very very fun (and a liiiitle stressful given my time limit XD)

yeah!!! i was working off the prompt jealousy and also a little of sickness, (for the overall theme of "green") and while it strayed pretty far... yeah. YEAH. Because how often has someone on Skizz's team died before him? how many times has he been able to see the grief from down on the ground, as someone who is still alive? I can't recall a time personally when skizz had time to grieve if he did lose someone, and grian- oh grian is SO BAD at the grieving, if i was doing it more accurate or rewriting it, i'd compare it to The Bad Boys, and how grian was fighting so hard not to let it show how much he missed them, compare it to all the other times he lost people and show that this time, this time, he had someone to hold him. and he forgot he might need comfort too.

I couldn't interpret them standing across from each other on the platform as anything else, because that was mumbo's seat!! that was his spot!! you didn't have to sit there!! (and meta, yes it makes it easier for framing in the video but we don't gotta talk about that-) but i'm so so glad the ending hit hard, i wrote the end pretty early on in the process, i think i was only 100 words in when i did? i'm pretty proud of it!! yay :)

I"M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT IM SMILING VERY BIG

(the fic in question, for reference)

[inkingquills]

In Your Eyes

Kim is cuddled up with Porchay on his bed, his face tucked into the crook of his neck just so he can breathe in the detergent scent that still clung onto Porchay’s clothes. He can hear the smile on Porchay’s face as he sighs in contentment. Even after a busy day of college classes, he somehow still managed to smell like this. Like home.

He can’t help but press kisses against Porchay’s cheeks, then nose, and finally his lips. Porchay’s calloused hands gripping onto the back of his shirt, small giggles and nips on his shoulder when Kim gets a little too handsy. 

I could get used to this, he used to think. 

And he had. Sometimes Kim still wondered if he really deserved these things. A second chance at the love he had stumbled upon purely by accident. A love that once he had a taste of, he knew he could never truly let it go. But when Porchay looked at him with a newfound spark in his eye, one that could only exist because of what they worked through to find their way back together, he knew that it didn’t matter.

Porchay was here because he was strong enough to push through the bullshit Kim had thrown at him. Stood right beside Kim because he chose to be. All the ugly parts of Kim that he bared for him to look at, parts that he never dared show anybody had been accepted and forgiven. And wasn’t that enough?

“I love you.” Kim whispered to Porchay after they quiet down and still for the night. There’s a sure tone in his voice, a finality to it. The sun shined bright, the sky was blue, and Kim loved Porchay.

Porchay hummed in response, a sleepy kiss planted on Kim’s forehead. It made a smacking sound, to which Kim scrunched his nose at with a heart filled to the brim with affection.

The silence that followed after the worst of the day came to a close was a welcome one. It was comforting. However chaotic and dangerous their mere existence was, no matter if things were actually okay, he would always find peace in Porchay’s arms.

[hp-lonesome-actual-art]

UHM. UH. More messy rushed doodle collection from today. I will not confess to anything my mouth is sealed shut. Most of it is mindless fun; nothing to do with brainstorming storylines or being worried about staying canonical to how his character is typically presented. Head empty no thoughts since I desperately needed a break from animating again

…but yes to answer your question I’m a bit deranged about him please keep scrolling