#wholesome paranormal activity

[1stunseeliefaelass]

Omg this was great! Surprisingly hilarious for one of my more macabre asks lol. Well worth the wait on this one as always. I can totally see Death using poltergeist activity to give Strife ideas from time to time. To warn him of attacks he doesn't see coming. Or even to outright retaliate against such attempts. Death is still an ever vigilant protecter of his family.

So....say Death's demise happens soon enough in the timeline before or during Fury and Strife's own adventures. And Strife is the one who ultimately finds out between the two. While he's trying to get a handle on his grief and more, say Ava discovers an EMP device thingy. You know what ghost hunters use for ghost communication if you don't have a Spirit Medium on standby. How would both handle this whole thing? Course if Ava wouldn't have met Strife at this time...thusly then if Strife is the one to find the EMP after finding out Death's fate, what does he do?

Pardon me if this is a little disjointed. Been listening to some tracks that inspired this. Sleep Token's Are You Really Ok?(SH trigger warning), a collab song between Loathe & Sleep Token called Is It Really You?, & Yaad by Bloodywood. I have written about the idea of Strife finding out Death is dead before, just wanted to see what others in the fandom think too.

Strife: "What's he saying?"

Death(VIA the EMP device): *.......ass.......hole.....*

Ava: Er...hang on, the signal is weak. (Dammit Death! -_-)

Cue the ghostly quest of trying to bring Death back from the ether while also trying to handle the sibling bickering that still takes place from beyond the grave.

[sugoi-and-spice]

For the first time in his life, Tomura Shigaraki has full control of his quirk. With this newfound freedom, there is so much that he wants to do. And it just so happens that you are at the very top of that list.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Contains: GN!Pronouns, Smut, Soft Shigaraki, Penetrative Sex (Reader Receiving), Oral Sex (Reader Recieving), Pre-Paranormal Liberation War, Post-PLF Manga Spoilers tho, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Massage, League Shenanigans. (Honestly, no crazy CW's with this one lol. It's just fluff and smut and angst lol)

Notes: I tried to write something wholesome to try and heal our mourning Shig-simp hearts... It had mixed results lol.

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That seemed a little too easy.

It’s the first thought that crossed Shigaraki’s mind when he came to on the Doctor’s operating table. Don’t get him wrong, the time Ujiko had spent vivisecting him from finger to finger had been hell on earth, but it seemed to go by a little too quickly for four months. 

“That’s because it’s only been a week,” Ujiko explained as he approached Shigaraki with a paper cup of water — an absolutely pathetic offering considering the world of pain the man had just mercilessly put him through.

But Shigaraki took it anyway.

“Didn’t realize that there were going to be breaks,” he said before knocking back the cup in one gulp.

“Once we begin the transference of All for One, there won’t be,” Ujiko explained, “What I was working on this time, was completing your quirk.”

Shigaraki’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

Ujiko chuckled, gesturing to the paper cup in the new leader’s hands, “Why don’t you try putting your pinky down?”

He shot the doctor a confused look, not sure what exactly that would accomplish other than sparing him a trip to the trash can. But upon Ujiko’s nod of reassurance, he looked back down at the cup, bringing his raised finger down on its crease experimentally.

Shigaraki’s eyes widened immediately.

The cup was still in his hand.

It didn’t turn to dust. Didn’t even crumble or sport a single crack. He touched it with all five fingers and yet it stood with as much integrity as the steel IV pole next to him. 

He snapped to the doctor, something unreadable in his voice, “Is… Is decay gone?”

“No, no of course not. I’d never purge you of such a powerful quirk,” Ujiko assured, “You just have control over it now.”

Shigaraki willed decay to activate, testing Ujiko’s explanation, and in an instant, the cup dissolved under his touch, just like he was used to. 

He stared at his hand in disbelief, the dust falling through his fingers. He couldn’t believe this…

“And it’s not just turning it on or off, all or nothing,” Ujiko continued, “You can stop the spread of decay at certain points, activate it with just one finger — you have full control.”

Shigaraki snapped to Ujiko, intensely. Desperate. Maybe he should’ve been doing a better job of maintaining his poker face like Sensei would’ve, to try and hide the way this was affecting him. But he just couldn’t. Not now. Not when something he’d longed for so badly, so primally was so close to his grasp.

“Are you sure?”

Ujiko didn’t seem to take notice of this lapse of control however. Or at least, he didn’t care. His bushy mustache just raised with a small smile and pride in his work.

“Quite sure.”

 Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed. He was not fucking around here, “��How sure?”

Ujiko’s smile shifted slightly, a challenging smirk pulling at the corners as he offered his own hand as fodder.

Shigaraki slapped his fingers fully atop the back of Daruma’s fat hand, letting the full extent of his anger and emotions drive him. He wanted to test this fully, test that even in fits of passion, he wouldn’t lose control.

And he didn’t.

Daruma Ujiko stood just as whole and living in front of him as the moments before. The only change was the chuckle of satisfaction that Shigaraki’s dumbfounded expression brought him.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Daruma said, turning back to start pulling out equipment for the next phase of experimentation, large hulking tubes and wires that looked more akin to HVAC parts than real medical equipment.

Neat wasn’t exactly the phrase Shigaraki would use. But he didn’t really care anymore. 

He had shit to do.

“Now, regarding the next steps in your transformation—”

The EKG machine behind him beeped loudly and suddenly, signaling that it had been disconnected. Ujiko turned back to Shigaraki curiously, watching as he pulled off the various electrode pads scattered across his chest and back.

“You don’t want to get started?”

“Tomorrow,” Shigaraki answered, ripping the IV from his wrist as he hopped off the table.

“But what about the power? Your dreams?” Ujiko pressed, something strained, irritated starting to form in his voice, “I would think that these are all things you’d want without delay.”

“I do. But achieving them one day later won’t kill me. And I have some shit to take care of before I grind for four months.”

Ujiko clicked his tongue, clearly unsatisfied with this new development. 

He knew exactly what Shigaraki had to go take care of. And he didn’t like it. Didn’t like you . He’d never liked you in fact. You asked too many questions. Had too many suspicions…

But Shigaraki didn’t care about the doctor’s disapproval, simply turned to him after slapping a bandage over his free-flowing wrist and commanded, “Warp me back to the villa.”

This clearly wasn’t up for discussion. Ujiko could’ve protested, sure, but at the end of the day it wouldn’t have mattered. Shigaraki wasn’t a kid anymore, far from it. He’d taken the mantle of true leader by force, and held his head high with the confidence that accomplishment deserved. If he wanted to do something, he was going to do it. The risk of upsetting the doctor or even his master was not a concern anymore. It barely ever had been.

So in the end Ujiko just sighed and turned to his obedient servant sitting patiently in the corner, “Johnny.”

Shigaraki didn’t so much as flinch as the warp came spewing out of his mouth. In fact, a rare sheen of childlike joy took over his features instead. Daruma noted this with a shaking head as he warped away. Oh well. If Shigaraki wanted one last night with his companions, with his little distraction , who was Ujiko to get in the way?

This was the last night he’d have control over his own body after all. Might as well let him enjoy it.

“Robber!” you cheered victoriously, pumping your fist over the seven you rolled.

“Noooo, not again!!” Toga cried out.

You grabbed the little gray token off the board, twirling it around tauntingly as you hum, “Hmmm, and where should I put him? I wonder…”

Spinner glared at you from across the board, “If you put it on my wheat field one more time—”

“Great idea Spinner!” you mock-gasped, already well aware of where you were planning to put it, and slap the Robber down in the center of Spinner’s monopolized wheat hex. 

“Great move! Cheap shot! ” Twice, the last player of the group, piped in.

“ Damn it !” Spinner punched his fist down on the table, shaking the drinks surrounding the board precariously.

“Oi, oi careful there!” you said, grabbing your glass of wine protectively, “If you party foul, you lose a turn.”

Spinner just grumbled irritably, grabbing his own beer and knocking it back to try and quell some of his frustration. You giggled at the sight. It would be easy to assume that Shigaraki was the most competitive and aggressive game player out of the League, but he actually managed to keep his cool during sessions most of the time. No, it was undeniably Spinner that was the most uncontrollably competitive, and it never failed to make you smile.

Even as the thought of Shigaraki threatened your demeanor with a frown.

You shook out the thought, because of course, you had another certain player to focus on. And you turned to her pointedly.

“Alright Toga, half your hand, let’s go.”

She gasped, “Whaaaat? What are you talking about!? I only have six cards!”

“That’s because two of them are sticking out of your sweater.”

Toga looked down to her sleeve, where indeed the corners of two resource cards were poking out rebelliously.

She snapped back to Compress in offense, who sat on the couch behind her, observing the game amusedly with his own glass of wine in hand, “Atsuhiro! You said that trick would work!”

“I’m sorry my dear,” he shrugged his hands tragically, “But it seems your sleight of hand needs a bit more work.”

Toga groaned, pulling her cards out of her sleeve and looking over which ones she wanted to discard with a pout.

Crushing his finished beer in his hand, Spinner turned back to Dabi who sat across the room, as far from the game as possible, and pretending not to watch it all, like he wsn’t invested in a single thing in this room. Not at all.

“Oi Dabi, can you grab me a beer?”

“You’ve got legs, get it yourself.”

“But the fridge is right freaking next to you!” Spinner shouted, pointing at the minifridge that actually, was not only right next to Dabi, but that he was currently resting his feet on top of.

But Dabi was a son of a bitch. So rather than even giving him an answer, he just crossed his feet over the fridge, making himself more comfortable.

“God, seriously ?!”

Shigaraki watched this all from the doorway with a whisper of a smile on his face. He’d stopped by his bedroom at the villa to grab a button down and even considered grabbing a quick shower while he was at it before coming here — the griminess of a week of experimentation sticking to him thickly. But ultimately he’d been too eager to see his comrades.

Yet, once he got to the doorway that the familiar rowdy laughter of his League led him to, he couldn’t help but just stop and take in the moment. It was nice to see them all so comfortable and content after months of chaos and vagrancy. And it was a look that especially suited you.

While you’d never been particularly materialistic or image-obsessed (if your decision to be with him didn’t make that obvious), you certainly also weren’t one to turn down the finer things in life when offered. And clearly here, you’d been offered, given the cashmere sweater and expensive bottle of wine you were currently enjoying. The regular access to showers and brand name moisturizers and cosmetics certainly weren’t hurting you either. Your skin was clearer and more glowing than he’d seen in months. You’d even seemed to have some time to style your hair today.

And of course there was your laugh. That big, uninhibited laugh that you only let out when you were truly comfortable. In general you were a pretty pragmatic person. It’s one of the things he’d always appreciated about you, particularly when surrounded by this circus that he calls a villain group. 

You approached new situations skeptically and took most things seriously. It’s not like you had no sense of humor, quite the opposite actually. But you also were very aware that there was a time and place for everything. When the pressure was high, laughter was nowhere to be found. And it had certainly been nowhere to be found for a while now.

So it went without saying that seeing you like this now, laughing over a game board, cheeks tinged slightly-red from the wine, completely taken care of and without a care in the world…

It was quite the sight for sore eyes.

“Shigaraki?”

He blinked and looked back to Spinner who, in standing to go grab a beer from the fridge, had turned and spotted him in the doorway.

“Tomura!” Toga squealed excitedly, jumping up out of her seat with Twice to join Spinner in barraging him in the doorway.

“What’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be leveling up with the Doc?” Spinner asked.

“Got a night off,” he answered simply.

“That’s awesome boss! Who needs ya?! ”

He turned to look past the three as you approached behind them, much calmer than the others, as usual. But that didn’t mean you weren’t just as thrilled to have him here. The adoration in your eyes was clear from across the room and it warmed him up in a way that he’d learned to really enjoy.

“It’s good to see you,” you said, simple and sweet. There was clearly so much more behind those words, but you knew how Shigaraki felt about doing shit like that in front of people, so you kept it subtle.

Apparently the caution was unnecessary though, as Shigaraki seemed to have lost his own patience for pretense. Even if it made his next words the spark that set off a firework show of “ooo’s” and teasing from resident forever teenagers, Toga and Twice.

“Yeah…” he breathed, “...Can we talk? Alone?”

It was all you could do to sit down on his bed when he told you.

“Full control?” you repeated in disbelief.

“Full control.”

You smiled, so genuinely, eyes starting to shine. You weren't even thinking about what this meant for the two of you yet, you were just happy for him, for the peace he could now live with. The burden that had eased.

“That… That’s amazing Tomura…”

Shigaraki stared down at you, a lump of nerves settling in his gut. He wasn’t affected by things like nerves or apprehension very much anymore — barely ever was in the first place, and especially not now that he had all the confidence and authority of a “Supreme Leader”. But he couldn’t keep those feelings from surfacing in that moment, couldn’t shake the image in his mind of things going terribly wrong. 

Of you crumbling into a pile of dust and viscera in front of him.

He swallowed down those fears though, and started to reach out a shaky hand, “Can… Can I…?”

Whatever apprehension he felt, you obviously didn’t share. You shot out a hand immediately, without hesitation. With complete trust in his word. In him.

His trembling palm pressed against your own firm one, fingers still raised taught and high on instinct, careful not to make contact. You slotted your fingers through his own, bringing them down to hold his hand with none of that same carefulness. His knee-jerk reaction was to scold you for being so reckless around his hands, just like he always did, but he held the words back, knowing he didn’t need to anymore. But the subconscious anxiety buzzing within him was just the same. 

You didn’t rush him either. Just gave him a squeeze of reassurance, and that was enough to finally encourage him to put a finger down. And then another. Tip by tip resting firmly and fully against your knuckles, until only his pinky remained raised.

He stared down at the horrid appendage, the one that had betrayed him so many times. That he could remember the horrible, gruesome ways in which it had destroyed in full, vivid detail now. Of the damage it could do to not only the world, but had done to his world. To Mon-chan, his mother, his sister…

The League was his world now — you were his world. And the idea of destroying that all with his own hands. It was too much. 

No, he decided, starting to pull away. This wasn’t fucking worth the risk.

But you leaned forward then, pressing your lips gently against his, locking him in place. You didn’t deepen it, nor did you pull away. You just held yourself against him, willing him to understand that this would all be okay. That he was a “Grand Commander” now, and with that came taking risks. Risks that you’d stand behind him through to the bitter end.

How you managed to communicate that all in just a kiss — how you always managed to communicate so much with so little — should’ve been a quirk of its own honestly. But regardless of how, the comfort of those unspoken words was enough to spur him forward. Shigaraki brought down his pinky.

And you didn’t turn to dust. 

You pulled away in fact, just a little, your eyes fluttering open as a soft, tearful smile spread across your face.

“Tomura—”

He surged forward, all of that hesitation and fear from before vanished in an instant. He shoved your hands together forward, pressing you to the bed as he kissed you with new fervor. His free hand came to hold your face, full and tight, all five fingers scrambling up the length of your cheek, your temple, tangling tight into your hair.

You sobbed happily into his mouth as he pulled his other hand free from yours, running it all across your body, disintegrating your clothes on contact, and then bringing those fingers back up the same route of bare skin, fully in control.

He was just as quick to decay his own clothes as you reached forward to try and tear at the top button of his shirt, which, while haphazardly done, was still too secure for either of your patience. He needed to feel you, all of you. Every inch against every pad of his fingers for the very first time.

And possibly even the last.

He didn’t want to think about that now though. He just wanted to shove you up higher onto the center of the bed, shoving your legs open wide as he kissed down the expanse of your chest and stomach. As he buried himself into your center, the pads of his fingers squeezing painfully tight into the pudge of your thighs.

But you didn’t mind the pain. Not only because it surged the pleasure just that much further, but because it grounded you. Reminded you that this was real. It promised a world — no matter how distant or near-impossible it was in reality — where Tomura Shigaraki could be whole and happy. 

Where he could fully be with you.

Your legs strained against his grip, instinctually trying to close as his working tongue pushed you closer and closer to climax. It wasn’t going to take you long at all to reach that peak. After all, the intensity and emotion of the moment aside, it had been a long while since your last coupling. The weeks of recovering from his fight with Re-Destro, the full month you all spent fighting Gigantomachia. And of course, even before that, with the close quarters and stress that came from living on the run and in complete squalor, your escapades had become pretty few and far between. (It was hard to get in the mood when you hadn’t eaten or showered properly in over a week).

So yeah, suffice it to say you were pretty touch-starved at this point, the work of your fingers on lonely nights at the villa having absolutely nothing on Shigaraki’s skillful tongue. And the voraciousness with which he assaulted your sex certainly wasn’t slowing things down for you either.

He didn’t even need to slip his long, knowing fingers into you to have you coming undone — he wouldn’t want to right now anyway, completely losing himself in the way your thighs felt squeezed between his fingers, but that feel of his nails digging into you spurred you on in their own way, ripping a cry from your throat as you came hard under his lips.

Shigaraki smirked up at you, wiping the excess slick from his chin with the meat of his palm, “Missed that.”

You smiled back at him, your own tinged with a bit of sadness as he climbed up over you, hands running up your ribcage. Because you didn’t just miss this. You missed him. And you knew that feeling wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. In fact, it was just getting started.

His brows furrowed at your expression. He’d always been good at reading you, and it’s not like you were being particularly subtle, “You good?”

You chased the melancholy from your smile quickly, planting a happy peck at the corner of his mouth before showing him teeth, “I’m great.”

He hummed, a gentleness overtaking his own features as he stared down at you. Adoration, pure and whole and unrestrained, particularly as he brought a hand back up to cup your face. His fingers spread across the expanse of your skin greedily, his thumb dipping down into your mouth. 

They were small gestures, little things that he seemed the most eager to do with his newly-attained range of touch. But it was obvious that they were huge to him. They were a freedom and a comfort that he’d been chasing his entire life. Even if he didn’t know it.

He groaned as you wrapped your own fingers around his cock, guiding him eagerly to your entrance. You had to. As much as he obviously wanted to fuck you, he couldn’t bare to take his fingers off of you for a second. He’d settle for fucking the plush of your thighs if it meant that he could hold you fully in his hands for just a second longer.

You, of course, were not so willing to settle.

“God—fuuck yes,” he growled, low in his throat, as he sank slowly into you, eternally grateful that for once your patience was even more lacking than his.

You grinned up at him`, shifting your hands to settle on the hard curves of his hips, “That’s good, huh?”

It was all he could do to nod shakily, lip biting back a breathy whine and brows knitting hard, as he tried desperately not to blow his load immediately.

You hummed happily at the sight, bringing one of your hands up to run across his cheek and through his hair. You remembered thinking a few months ago just how much those fights with Gigantomachia and Redestro had hardened him, aged him. Foolishly, it had even had you questioning briefly if this would be the end of your relationship. If maybe the shift that occurred during his awakening would chasm too big a valley for you two to bridge.

Of course, in the privacy of the League’s quarters, off of the stages and away from all the new adoring fans (bandwagoners, you and Spinner sometimes like to joke), he had been the same old Tomura Shigaraki, if not a little more confident and level-headed. He still complained about how everyone sitting on his bed eating dinner while he was on strict bed rest was too loud, still invested himself fully and kicking ass at every little game – from video games to cards – they challenged him to in order to pass the time with a cocky little smirk on his face.

And right now, with his face flushed and mouth agape with pleasure, he still looked just as young and ready to take on the world as the day you met him.

Finally he started to rock into you, slow and deep. One of his hands slipped down to the crux of your neck, fingertips biting tight into that smooth skin as he pulled you closer and closer into him. The other found a tight, desperate purchase on the handle of your hip. He used the grip of both to pump harder and deeper into you with every snapping thrust.

Minus the dry spell the two of you had endured over the last couple of months, you and Shigaraki had, overall, had a lot of sex over the last year that you’d known him.

Like, a lot of sex.

Rough sex, soft sex, angry, and fun. And while the man who claimed to hate everything would of course be remiss to admit it, there had indeed been quite a lot of genuine, intense lovemaking mixed in there too. But this right now, with all of the feelings and newness and longing that came with every stroke and whisper?

If Tomura Shigaraki was in fact capable of love, you were positive that this was the representation of that.

His lips dropped hot against the shell of your ear, peppering desperate bites and kisses along the skin as a string of breathy babble spilled out between.

“God fuck, you’re so perfect. Feel so good. Every part of you, so good. So fucking perfect…”

Overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure, it was all you could do to just mewl out his name, “Tomura, Tomura, Tomura—!”

His hips rolled against you with every hard buck, stimulating your aching sex in the way he knew you loved. That would have you clenching and spilling around him over and over again in the way that he loved. You weren’t even sure if it was intentional at this point, or if you had memorized each other’s bodies so well that it just became an instinctual part of his movement. You certainly didn’t have the forethought to drag your nails up the curve of his spine in the way that had him cursing and speeding up immediately.

“F-Fuck, I’m not gonna last like that—” he growled out, rutting desperately into you in spite of his own warning.

“G-Good,” you breathed back, rolling your hips right back into his, “Don’t.”

“B-But—”

He couldn’t get the rest of the words out, his mouth overtaken by a deliciously loud moan instead as he hit that deep, spongy spot inside of you that was heaven for the both of you. You got the message anyway.

But he wanted to keep fucking you. But he wanted this to last.

But he never wanted this to end.

You tangled your hand through his locks, reveling in the fact that there was so much more to hold now, and yanked his head back hard so he’d look at you.

“But nothing,” you smiled through hot, huffing breaths, “You’re fucking crazy if you think this is our only round.”

He stared at you in complete awe for a moment, hips almost coming to a stop as he took in this moment, took in you and the way that you always seemed to know what he was thinking and what he needed, even when he didn’t. 

Even if he hadn’t had his own dreams for the future, looking at you now, reveling in all that you’d been through together and all that you’d done for him, thinking about all that you deserved… If he could destroy this rotten society just so that you could have the freedom to be half as happy as you looked in this moment for the rest of your life, he’d gladly fucking do it.

Shigaraki’s face mirrored yours quickly after, a wide lascivious grin spreading across his face. It was all teeth and joy and feral desire to absolutely fucking wreck you. And let himself pound into you with the most reckless abandon he could muster.

You cried out at the new punishing pace, nails pushing hard into his skin, and heels locking sharp around his waist, spurred by the desperate need to have him pound into you harder, deeper, faster. Until you were completely coming apart around him, with his own violent release following close behind.

About two hours later, when you’re lying blissed out, sticky, and half-asleep on Shigaraki’s bare chest, he told you to roll over onto your stomach.

You groaned in protest — while your spirit was eager to roll around the sheets with him as much as possible before the sunrise, your body was sore and spent.

“Not for that,” he said, nudging your shoulder, “Just trust me.”

There was still some visible exasperation as you finally gave in, joints and back aching as you moved them before they were ready. You rolled over onto your stomach, dropping your cheek into the mountain of pillows that awaited you.

Shigaraki followed, moving his body over yours and straddling your hips. You were about to scold him for tricking you when, rather than grinding himself into the curve of your ass or thighs, he simply sat down on your butt and brought his hands to the base of your back. Then he started to knead and you knew exactly what he was doing.

Many a time during your months on the run did you take it upon yourself to try and alleviate some of his stress. Of course one of his favorite ways (and yours too) of doing so was to fuck each other’s brains out. But there were also many times when that wasn’t exactly an option. Whether because there were others around or because he was elbow deep in work for their next operation.

At times like those, when he was hunched over a shitty, half-dead laptop he’d manage to scrounge up from a dumpster, or held his fingers to the bridge of his nose, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to fight off an impending headache from the constant pressures of responsibility — you’d usually come up behind him and rub his neck. 

It wasn’t like you made a big show of it or anything. Most of the time you’d just reach a single hand over to him and start to stroke his neck without a word. Not expecting him to say or do anything, not even expecting a thank you. You just wanted to do whatever you could. When it was just the two of you around whatever sorry excuse for a base you’d managed to find, or when you’d been lucky enough to be settled in a safehouse with private rooms, you’d manage to talk him into laying down on his stomach, much like this, and work knots that he could’ve sworn had been there since birth, right out of his back. 

He never said anything about it, never thanked you nor told you to stop, but in retrospect he did realize that it was one of the few things that managed to bring him even a smidgeon of peace over those many stressful months, that actually got him through it all. Particularly in the fights against Gigantomachia, where, the second the beast was asleep, you’d insist he lay his head down in your lap while you rubbed softly at his temples, lulling him near instantly to do the same.

It truly meant the world to him, even if he’d never admit it. A deep, foolishly sentimental part of him always wished that he could return the favor. 

And now he could. 

Of course… That didn’t mean he was any good at it.

“Pinching, you’re pinching,” you winced as his thumbs pressed together, unoiled, on a patch of your back awkwardly.

“Oh shit,” he released his grip, settling to just rub his fingers up and down your back slowly, “Sorry…”

“It’s fine. You just can’t do it that hard if you don’t have any oil or lotion, you know?”

His brows furrowed, “You always did it that hard without any of that crap and it felt fine.

You smirked back at him playfully, “That’s because I’m really good.”

He shot you a look, completely unimpressed.

“I liked what you were doing before,” you conceded. 

This was clearly something he wanted to do, and who were you to complain or judge when he was being so unabashedly giving? 

“When you were using your palms. Just pressing and kneading with your whole hands rather than trying to do any pressure point stuff is really nice.”

“Yeah, okay…” he nodded, concentration settling over his features as he followed instructions.

You sighed, burying your face back into the pillows as he ran those hot, calloused hands purposefully up and down your back. 

This was nice. 

Again, while he wasn’t hurting you anymore, the massage itself wasn’t particularly skillful. It did put you at ease though, the way his smell and presence, the way those hands — even when you could never feel them fully against you — always managed to put you at ease.

After at least thirty minutes passed and Shigaraki showed no sign of stopping his ministrations, you peaked back up at him.

“You don’t have to keep this up you know.”

He snorted, “Yeah I know.” 

And you should’ve expected that response. Because of course he knew. He wasn’t doing this out of obligation or anything. Tomura Shigaraki didn’t do anything he didn’t want to after all.

You rolled your eyes, “I just mean that you must be tired after all that. Don’t you want to sleep?”

“I’m gonna be asleep for the next four months. I think I’ll be good missing one night.”

The message behind those words was clear. He only had so much time to spend with you, he wasn’t going to waste even a second of it with something as stupid as sleeping.

You should’ve been flattered by that. And of course you were. And truth be told, you had the same mindset as him. You had no plans to sleep that night either, even if he had. But the reminder of his fate for the next four months brought a bitterness to your mouth that overpowered the sweetness of this opportunity.

“Sleep, huh?” you said doubtfully, “Is that what the Doctor is calling it?”

“I guess suspended animation,” he corrected himself, “Or whatever the fuck.”

Amongst other things. Hellish agony he believed was the way the Doctor so eloquently put it. But he’d chosen to spare you (and the rest of the League) those particular details.

Even without that knowledge though, you still weren’t thrilled by the prospect. Of course because you were going to miss him, but mostly because you trusted that fucking doctor about as far as he could throw you. Which, for that portly little creep, you were pretty sure wasn’t far.

Particularly, because now that the excitement and happiness you’d had for Tomura’s newfound quirk control (as well as the fog from your repeated orgasms) was starting to fade into something more grounded, a sneaky little question managed to worm its way into your head.

Had the Doctor been capable of “fixing” his quirk this entire time?

A loud pounding on the door suddenly broke the silence, at least two fists rapping. And then Twice’s muffled call of, “Alright you two, you’ve had your fun! Now come out and play with the rest of us! Take your time! Make babies if ya want!”

You snorted at the call. Shigaraki was substantially less entertained.

“Jiiiin!” Toga whined from the other side of the door, “Leave them alone! They want some privacy!”

Ah, so the two fists knocking must’ve both been Twice.

“But you missed Shigaraki too, Toga!”

“I know, but…” 

A stretch of silence. And then apparently Toga’s support for love was outweighed by how much she missed her friend. Because then two more fists started knocking on the door.

“Tomuraaaa, come ooouuuut!!” Toga cried, Twice starting up his own pounding on the door right along with them.

“Yeah, yeah— come out! Stay away !”

“I’ll kill them…” Shigaraki growled, glaring at the door heatedly.

You just giggled as you rolled over under him, dropping him to sit on your waist.

“Oh don’t be like that Tomura,” you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek in your palm and turning him to look at you, “We should all go hang out. I’m not the only one who’s gonna miss you these next four months, you know.”

He sneered at the suggestion at first, wanting nothing more than to spend the entirety of these next twelve or so hours with his hands holding on to you as tight as possible.

But then he really got thinking about it. About them. 

Spinner, Toga, Twice, Compress, hell, even Dabi. There wasn’t going to be time to fuck around with them all once he woke up. They’d be going straight into action, into war. Into the future, wherever that may lead. This wasn’t just going to be his last guaranteed chance to enjoy time with you. It was his last chance to spend time with any of them, until they achieved their goals. And by the end of all that, who even knew how many of them would still be alive?

It was a weight he’d carried around with ease as they planned out their attack over the last couple of months, a weight he’d been carrying for the past year if he was being honest. But it never felt as heavy on his soul at this very moment.

You were right. Absolutely right.

How annoying, he thought with a grumble.

You smiled as you saw that shift on his face, the slight softness that always fell over him when he thought about the League, even if he wasn’t aware of it.

“Alright?” you pressed.

He sighed, “Yeah, yeah. Alright…” 

And then let the corner of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly as he looked down at you, so splayed and fucked out and pretty. He leaned down to press a long, but surprisingly chaste kiss on you, for someone that was still sitting atop your naked form with his own.

Because just because he was going to get up, didn’t mean he was going to be in any rush.

Caught up in the feel of each other, neither of you noticed the click of the door and Spinner’s voice announcing, startlingly clear, “Guys, the door is unlocked.”

“Ack— SPINNER!! ”

“Okay, you’ve got that all memorized?” Toga chirped, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor.

“Yeah, I guess.” Shigaraki, across from her, shrugged, strongly resisting the urge to tell her about how stupid this all was (again). 

“Great! So then we start in that first position, crossed arms,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest by example.

Shigaraki sighed and mirrored her.

“Alright! One, two, three!” she sounded off excitedly, before fluttering her hands eagerly and singing, “Misssss Maaaaaryyyyy Mack, Mack, Mack! All dressed in black, black, black…”

You grinned from your position on the couch, glass of wine in hand, as you watched the two. Shigaraki was pointedly not singing along with Toga, but he was matching her claps with impeccable accuracy.

The League had been just as stunned and excited to hear about Shigaraki’s new upgrade. Not to the point of immediately jumping on his dick, but that was obviously more than okay with him.

No, they were more interested in giving him a speedrun through all of the things he’d missed out on in life from not being able to grab it with all five fingers. Playground clap games that Shigaraki, as a boy, couldn’t say he ever played even before his quirk awakened, were apparently of the highest priority to Toga.

“With silver buttons, buttons buttons— Tomura, you’re not singing!”

“And I’m not gonna,” he grumbled back, but not stopping his hands, “Take the W as it is, or don’t take it at all.”

You laughed at the sight, a new glass of wine that you were sure Shigaraki would want by the end of this.

Mr. Compress read Shigaraki’s palms next. 

They supposed that this was technically something they could’ve done even before Shigaraki’s upgrade, but with how careful and particular he’d been with anybody getting anywhere near his hands, it definitely wasn’t something they had ever thought to give a go before now.

He decided to read the palm that hadn’t been marred by the fight with Redestro, for more “accuracy” (a reasoning that Shigaraki had openly scoffed at).

“Your love line is quite straight and short,” Compress explained, “Which indicates that you don’t have a lot of interest in love.”

“Booooo,” a red-faced Toga whined from her place on the floor between your legs, shooting Shigaraki an aggressive thumbs down.

You promptly grabbed the half-empty can of chuhai next to her foot, and moved it up to the side table out of her sight. Underage drinking was officially done for the night.

Unbothered, Mr. Compress continued his reading, running his mechanical finger along the top line of Shigaraki’s palm, “Since your love line begins below your middle finger though, it also means that when you do love, you’re quite selfish about it.”

You chuckled, “Hammer? Meet nail.”

“Oh shut up,” he waved you off with his free hand.

“Next is your head line, which represents the way you learn and communicate, as well as your overall intellectualism and thirst for knowledge.” Compress turned to the rest of the group, finger raised as he lectured.

Dabi, from his place leaning judgmentally against the wall across from them, huffed, “Alright, I agree with the Boss on this one. This is really stupid.”

Toga grinned at him, pointing teasingly, “You’re just saying that because you don’t have any more lines in your palm to read! Jelly!”

“I’m not—”

“Jelly!” Twice backed Toga up with a chant, “Jelly, jelly, jelly! Peanut butter !”

Dabi just sighed and returned to his nth beer of the night.

“You have a deep and long head line, that runs separate from your heart line,” Compress continued, “That means that you’re clear and focussed, with a great sense of adventure and enthusiasm for life.”

Shigaraki snorted, “Alright, now I know this is bullshit.”

You flicked his cheek scoldingly, “Just keep going.”

“I also see a singular cross in your heart line, which suggests that you carry some emotional crisis.”

Compress didn’t linger on that point. After all, everyone in this room was dealing with the same thing in one way or another.

“The lifeline is the most interesting in my opinion,” Compress explained, “As opposed to what you might think, it doesn’t have to do with the length of your life, but the quality of it. Yours runs close to the thumb and forks downwards, which means you’re often tired and a pessimist.”

Toga snickered a bit at that, “Still think it’s BS, Tomura?”

“I’m getting the distinct feeling you guys are doing this just as an excuse to insult me to my face.”

You gave his freehand a squeeze, “Oh we don’t need the pretense to do that.”

“ Oi. ”

“There’s a circle in the line too, which predicts great injury or hospitalization.”

The League looked at him pointedly, and he just rolled his eyes.

“The last detail about your life line is a curious one. It’s short and shallow,” Compress said, cocking his head in a way that clearly indicated that he didn’t exactly agree with it, “Which indicates that you’re easily manipulated by others.”

Your frowned. 

The rest of the League members pulled faces that clearly showed their similar disagreement with the reading. But you, thinking back to all his interactions with All for One and the Doctor, everything in his life that he’d described to you…

Well, you weren’t so sure.

“Pffft, like I said,” Shigaraki scoffed, gesturing for you to hand him his wine, “It’s all bullshit.”

Deliberately, Mr. Compress did not read Shigaraki’s fate line.

You weren’t sure when the night turned into the League taking turns with choosing tasks for Shigaraki to complete, but you weren’t going to complain. You were already looking forward to Toga’s next round after she’d screamed up into the security camera you all knew Skeptic was watching irritatedly through to get her some string for cat’s cradle.

Spinner’s turn was pretty simple though, and at first, not especially different then before. You thought at first that maybe that was by design, that Spinner just wanted to spend some time with Shigaraki the way he always had.

He wanted to play video games.

Of course, there was a twist.

“Fingers down.” Spinner scolded him for what had to be the fifth time in the last ten minutes, “Toga, I need chicken.”

“Yes, chef!” she chirped back happily.

“God, fucking—” Shigaraki growled, forcing his pinkies back down onto the controller against every instinct in his body.

Years of having to hold things in a particular way had caused him to develop a very particular controller grip. One that, once, back at the bar — god, that felt like it was so long ago now — several of you had tried to mimic, just for the hell of it. (Or more accurately, just to get his goat). And it had been hard . The general consensus had been that no normal human should be able to hold a controller like this, let alone hold a controller like this and be as good at video games as Tomura Shigaraki was. 

Now though, the shoe was on the other foot — or more accurately the controller was in the other hands — as you all forced Shigaraki to go a couple rounds of Overcooked while holding the pro controller like a normal fucking person. And it was not going well. 

“Stop dropping shit!” you yelled hysterically next to Shigaraki, “Do you see how many burritos we still need to make?!”

“Do you think I’m doing it on purpose?!” he shouted right back, possibly more worked up than you’d ever seen him.

Toga on the other side of him giggled. She and Spinner were having absolutely no trouble at all on their side of the kitchen, “Tomura, I thought you were supposed to be good at video games.”

“I am! I’m just not used to this grip— FUCK! ” he screamed out as his character once again fell off the map, throwing his controller down onto the carpet.

The room erupted in doubled over laughter and “woah woah woah’s”, over the tantrum the sorts of which none of you had seen since the early days back at the bar.

Maybe he wasn’t such a good sport after all.

With Twice’s request, even you had to admit that things were getting a bit ridiculous.

Twice slammed his elbow down onto the table, holding his palm open for Shigaraki to take, “Gimme all you got, boss! Go easy on me, please!”

Shigaraki, on the other hand, seemed the most enthusiastic about this one, placing his own elbow on the table and grabbing Twice’s hand tight in his own with a cocky grin. 

You suspected that the many beers he’d knocked back (not to mention the entire bottle of wine the two of you had killed together) played a decent role in that, but it was also impossible to deny that their dear leader was fiercely competitive, no matter the game.

“Ready?” you asked, looking between the two. They nodded, and you begrudgingly stepped further into your role as referee, clapping as you counted down, “Three, two, one— arm wrestle!”

The room blew up in a (small) chorus of screams and cheers.  Actually, even that was generous. As referee you were expressly forbidden from picking sides (Twice was very serious about that), and Compress and Dabi were too composed and too uninterested respectively to participate. It was just Spinner and Toga going wild and slamming their hands on the table as Shigaraki’s and Twice’s muscles strained against each other — although they were more than loud enough for the whole group.

“Go, Jin go!” Toga cheered rhythmically, “Go, Jin go!”

“Kick his ass, Shigaraki!” 

The match lasted a respectable amount of time, both sides putting up a pretty damn good fight. And while Twice was built like a tank and was no slouch either — he probably would’ve won this by a moderate margin a couple of months ago — Shigaraki’s month-long escapade with Gigantomachia had given him a strength and will that surpassed Twice’s own.

“Arrrrgh— damn it !!” Twice shouted as Shigaraki slammed his fist down into the table definitively, “Great game Shigaraki! Die!”

You chuckled as Twice got up from his seat, head dropped in defeat, then turned to Spinner, who was already rolling out his dominant shoulder.

“Next challenger,” you gestured to the seat, “You’re up.”

Dabi didn’t have any requests throughout the night (surprise, surprise), just a lot of eyerolls and snippy commentary. But he also didn’t ever split off from any of you, which made you consider that he may not have thought this was all as stupid as he claimed.

The part of the night he seemed to enjoy (or at least, not vocalize his annoyance or the group’s childishness over), the most, was when around 4 am rolled around. 

Out of ideas and exhausted, but absolutely refusing to go to bed, the League decided to take a particularly noisy and drunken nightwalk around the property (much to the dread of whichever resident’s window they passed). This quickly turned into an equally harebrained climb up onto the roof so that you could all watch the sun come up.

That sunrise was still a good hour or so away though by the time you all got settled up there, and as chatty, adrenaline-filled, and drunk as most of you were, the late hour and comforting breeze was starting to get to you all. 

Twice and Toga had long fallen asleep, heads resting together. Compress, with his hands folded over his stomach and Spinner, curling up tighter into a ball with every minute, were not far behind. Dabi’s eyes were closed, but he might’ve still been conscious. He didn’t make a sound either way.

Only Shigaraki seemed to be wide awake, staring up at the waning moon with a complex expression on his face. He looked like he was thinking hard, but also somewhat at peace. Grateful for this moment, but already mourning its inevitable end. Exhilarated by the future that began for him tomorrow.

Wondering just what exactly he’d be leaving behind in the past.

You watched this all cross his face, not shifting between expressions, but clearly feeling it all at once. Overwhelmed, and unprepared to process it all. The one thing that seemed to keep him grounded was the hand that held yours, tight and warm. Anytime tonight that his hands weren’t occupied with whatever silly ringer the rest of the League was putting through, he was threading those fingers right back with yours, savoring the one new experience that he truly wanted to indulge the most in. 

And you were more than happy to let him.

He shifted a bit in surprise as you nuzzled into his shoulder, squeezing his hand just a bit tighter in your own.

“You’re still awake,” he commented, voice horse with the sleep his body clearly wanted.

“So are you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, just breathing him in.

“Yeah, but you need sleep,” he chuckled, “Like I said, I’ll be having more than enough of it for the next four months.”

You stilled against him, frowning. 

Right. The next four months.

Shigaraki seemed to sense your shift in mood, and kicked himself. That was a stupid thing to mention again when you’d finally managed to put it out of your mind for a few hours, and when that fate itself was even fewer hours away.

He ran his thumb with a restlessness that was once reserved for his nails against his neck. Even with that itch seemingly gone for good from his life, Shigaraki was still a fidgety person by nature. Especially when uncomfortable.

“You guys will be busy,” he grumbled, “Planning the attacks, organizing your regiments, training… You’ll barely even notice I’m gone.”

You didn’t comment on the stupidity of that statement, even though it was a really, really stupid and patently untrue thing for him to say. Because frankly, it wasn’t what was on your mind at the moment, not the front of it anyway. Of course the fact that you were going to miss him and these days together was a constant parasite, gnawing and suckling in the back of your brain. But truly, your current concern was a bit less melancholy. Less abstract.

Shigaraki had full control over his quirk now. And it was great and beautiful and nothing short of a miracle of course, you wouldn’t trade this night and all the memories opened up by that particular door for anything in the world. And yet you could not fight that question that had first struck your mind the first moment you had to actually think about it.

Why now?

That question wrenched through you painfully, no matter how much you loved the feel and sight of his hand in your own. Because sure, Shigaraki had been out of touch with the Doctor ever since All for One’s arrest. But what about the last sixteen some years that he’d been at the personal beck and call of All for One and his ward? Why hadn’t he ever adjusted Shigaraki’s quirk then? Was it a matter of technology, a breakthrough in quirk alteration he only recently was able to make? Or was it something else? Was there something bigger going on here? 

What was he not telling you all?

Shigaraki looked down at you, giving that flat expression of his that you knew translated to concern. You looked up from your locked hands to meet his gaze. He stared into you, those deep pools of carmine that stood so hard against the rest of the world, now soft and imploring. Even more than they were for the League. This look was for you.

“Tomura—”

“It’s gonna be worth it.”

You paused, that newfound calm confidence in his voice silencing you in an instant.

“I know these next four months are gonna be hard for all of us. This war is gonna be hard for all of us,” he said, turning to stare back up at the stars, “But it’s all going to be worth it in the end. We’re gonna make a new world where you’re all able to live as you want to. To be free. And this power that the Doctor is giving me... That’s going to assure that it all happens.”

“And… You don’t think that you can do all that now?” you breathed, “You’ve gotten so strong already, Tomura. Maybe you don’t even need that power.”

He turned back to you with a small but sincere smile. The one that betrayed that deep down tenderness he always tried so earnestly to hide. That called his bluff, revealing that there were feelings other than hate in that cursed body of his.

The one that made your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t want to take any chances,” he said, bringing his free hand — all five fingers — to rest on your cheek, “Not when it comes to my comrades’ dreams.”

Not when it comes to you .

Those unspoken words were loud and clear.

You swallowed something tight in your throat, fighting the burn that threatened to overflow from your eyes, the worry that brawled to burst out from your chest and ruin everything. But you had no choice but to shove it all down.

Forcing a smile onto your face, you squeezed his hand tight.

“I understand.”

His own smile remained the same, although a bit of relief did seem to fall over his eyes. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple and stayed there, breathing as much of you in as he possibly could.

Shigaraki had made up his mind. He was going to go through with this. And there was nothing you could say, no concern you could voice or ultimatum you could give that would change his mind. This decision was beyond his own wants and dreams at this point. It was for something far more important to him, even if he’d never admit it.

This was for all of you.

And who were you to stand in the way of that?

The fears wouldn’t ease with time, the nagging in the back of your head wouldn’t be forgotten through training or planning or anything else that you could do in the next four months to try and drown it out. But you just had to suck it up. You had to support him.

You could talk about your fears and the Doctor and any secret ambitions he may have after this ordeal. After the war even. You could talk about anything then, really. It was only four months after all. 

And the two of you would soon have all the time in the world.

[19emma75]

my fav frerard fics

Ok so here’s my grank fic rec list!! I’ve put links to each fic on ao3 for easy access + most if not all have nsfw/explicit elements so be warned!! I’ve written afew tags next to each one so u get an idea but no spoilers ok here we gooo

⭐️ = fav of all time/must read

- The Best Part of My Day by pixie_revolver - office co-workers au

- ⭐️pinkish by antspaul - kid fic, fake relationship to lovers

- Black Market Blood by autoschediastic - short vamp!gee/human!frank

- ⭐️The Mess We've Made by ViciousVenin - pencey era frank, strangers to lovers, angst with happy ending

- Life as a Process by ViciousVenin - fav vamp!gee fic, college roommates au

- Happy Together by MorningGloryxxx - focus on mental health/lgbt themes/addiction, eventual happy ending

- A Splitting Of The Mind by Shoved2agree - yall already know, cw for heavy mental health focus

- Unwanted Thoughts by ViciousVenin - touring, pining, friends to lovers

- Skin of the Canvas by sinsense - art school/nude model au

- ⭐️Unholyverse trilogy by Bexless - holy grail of fics, priest!gee, demons, stigmata (you've probably already read this ik)

- ⭐️The Anatomy of a Fall by novembersmith - supernatural, high school au

- ''that was easy'' by metaleaterz - 'the staples fic', they just work at staples and its cute ok

- another superstition by metaleaterz - friends to lovers houseflipping au

- ⭐️Crossed Out by Haze - time travel and blood magic!! so incredible it should be made into a tv show umbrella academy style

- ⭐️In a Column of Lights by xobarriers - entomologist!gee/director!frank, SO wholesome and sweet and lovely

- Did You Miss Me? Cause I Missed You by LiberXI - wholesome/funny/smutty friends to lovers college au

- ⭐️Nothing Above Nothing Below by LiberXI - pencey era strangers to lovers with a supernatural twist, LOVE the writing style sm

- You Will Leave a Mark by brooklinegirl - short but intense pencey era strangers to lovers

- rough ‘round the edges by starryfrens - sick fic with gee as frank’s caregiver, heavy and heartwarming

- Living on a prayer by beforethesungoesdown, Kitoko_kun - priest x priest with expected amounts of catholic guilt and pining

- Before The Second Show by CharredLips - sweet + fluffy bullets era mutual pining

- ⭐️Wishing You Were a Ghost by pixie_revolver - “right person wrong time”, angst with happy ending, heartbreaking but amazing

- ⭐️Kinktober 2023 by insusurro - all parts set in the same universe, surprisingly heartwarming for the subject matter, great characterisation

- ⭐️Moth to Flame (or Whatever) by onceuponamoon - insanely perfect florist au

- Companion by onceuponamoon - workplace au (carer/office worker)

- Buy Handmade + Bread and Butter by jjtaylor - adorable artist/baker au

- ⭐️Paris!Verse trilogy by vesna - artist gerard/record label owner frank, INSANELY good characterisation, so beautiful and emotional

- Time Travel ‘verse by ladyfoxxx - funpoison/frankghoul/rrr time travel shenanigans, amazing and kind of heartbreaking

- Christmas Miracle by insusurro - wholesome and festive teacher au

- Choosing My Confessions series by pixie_revolver - kinky/wholesome priest au

- a constant record of disillusion by drapnel - non au realistic pre-bullets to post-summer sonic ‘04, heavy so read tags

- All Through The Night by LiberXI - bullets era meet cute

- ⭐️The Horror That I’m In by pixie_revolver - paramour estate, paranormal activity, frank goes through the horrors, angst with happy ending

updating periodically so keep an eye out <3

[squishysoftmonsters]

Imagines

Imagine Types

NSFW [Naughty]

Fluff [Sweet/Wholesome]

Fluff? [Questionable but cute]

Harpy

You're Mine! [NSFW]

Human Big Mac [NSFW]

Plant

Demanding Plant [NSFW]

Sensual Dance of Love [NSFW]

Tall and Careful [NSFW]

Entangled [NSFW]

Holiday Spirits [NSFW]

Eden's Admirer [NSFW]

Plants love Cats [NSFW]

Dragon

The Tongue [NSFW]

Treats No Tricks [NSFW]

Halloween Noms [NSFW]

Off Limits! [NSFW]

Floof gone Wild [NSFW]

Werewolf

Primal [NSFW]

Fluffy Down Time [NSFW]

Thicc Fluff [NSFW]

The Skinny Pack [NSFW]

Just Right [Fluff]

Werelion

Wild Boi [NSFW]

Recipies Out of Context [Fluff?]

For The A+ [NSFW]

Ghost

Laundry Day [NSFW]

Rough Ghost [NSFW]

Paranormal Plump [NSFW]

Corrupted Coupling [NSFW]

Seven Evil Specters [NSFW]

All We Want for Christmas [NSFW]

Alien

Cos I love You [Fluff]

Drunken Hole [NSFW]

Big Kitty BF [NSFW]

Pets in The Plumbing [NSFW]

Peen Pet Nursery [NSFW]

Face Sitting Sweetheart [Fluff?]

Egg

Eggtopia [NSFW]

Tongue/Tentacle

Riding Rough [NSFW]

Otherworldly Lovers [NSFW]

Tongue In The Woods [NSFW]

New to the Groove [Fluff?]

Faerie/Dryad

Capture Perfect [NSFW]

Tall Dark and Long [NSFW]

We Got Ourselves a Human! [NSFW]

Dom Dryad [NSFW]

Pet Fae [NSFW]

Hugs [Fluff]

Hot For Teacher [NSFW]

After School Activities [NSFW]

Vampire

Playing Till Light [Fluff]

Demon

Well Equipped [NSFW]

Being Whole is for the Weak! [NSFW]

Peen Pump [NSFW]

Going all the Ways [NSFW]

Heaven won't hear You [NSFW]

Orc

Hole Sweet Hole [NSFW]

Orc Doc [NSFW]

Strong Dong [NSFW]

Kiss and Make Love [NSFW]

Moth

Cuddles [Fluff?]

Not Enough Stuffing [NSFW]

Good Book [Fluff]

Fill Me Up as We cuddle [NSFW]

The Cuddle above all Cuddles [NSFW]

Minotaur

That's NOT All Folks [NSFW]

Wiggle Jiggle Clatter [NSFW]

Softie Cow [Fluff]

Naga

Floofy Savior [Fluff]

Hunter vs Hunter [NSFW]

Uncategorized

Erreday is The Monster Mash [NSFW]

Horny Plant Rambling [NSFW]

Fine Selection [NSFW]

Thanksgiving Pet [NSFW]

Stuffin Before the Grind [NSFW]

Unprotected Variety [NSFW]

Gentle Cleric [NSFW]

Otherworldly Clinical Trial [NSFW]

Slime Booty Vacay [NSFW]

The Nameless Variety [NSFW]

Slime Lover [Fluff?]

Normalize [Fluff]

WHAT WE HAVE SO FAR ON THE MONSTER MENU!

[differentluminaryllama]

Books and a cup of tea (Part 5): The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

This book is beautiful. The plot is intriguing - in a deliciously horrifying way - I mean, just imagine: being invited to a haunted house to investigate paranormal activities and being excited because it's the first thing you really do on your own after being a caretaker for 11 years (and thus the better part of your adulthood), but then arriving at this unsettling house where something is just off. But it's alright, because you fit in with all the others, who also all stay over the summer to explore the house and check for any supernatural activities. You feel like you belong. And then, the hauntings begin in Hill House, leaving you desperately shaken and afraid. But at the same time, you just can't imagine leaving, as you slowly feel the house taking over your mind...

I love everything about this. Hill House with its weird, unsettling architecture, the fact that the readers can't really be sure if some of the paranormal phenomenons actually happen because Nell has a very vivid imagination. The sapphic undertones/homoerotic subtext between Nell and Theodora (... although honestly, is it subtext, or is it simply Nell being sapphic? I mean, she's simply smitten with Theo - she wants to move in with her after knowing her for a week!) The exquisite writing style. Nell's wholesome day dreams before she loses her mind.

I just love this book.

[r0-boat]

2024 Halloween Poll!!!

This is part one of this poll!

Every single one of these except for the last one will be dead dove Yandere and other dangerous themes

Once part 1 is picked with a theme part 2 will be fandoms.

[ourolite2]

　　　　　　　 　 ༅ 𝒥ihane 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ ora, love, sinning star, haniel, love junior, shopkeeper ji, grandmother/grandma, trinketeer, the high priestess, doc, miss ji, satan, little love, sunshine, & ji.

ᰍ overall notables. this woman is known for having a smile that could make the cosmos bow their head in submission, and I’m not implying that it’s cunning. full pretty lips, the deepest dimples, and the sweetest titters that corresponds with her innately wholesome voice. has dimples quite literally everywhere — one forehead, four on her cheeks, two on her back, it’s crazy fr. once more, her voice is innately on the higher side, though far from annoying. it’s memorably saccharine, cloying, and sentimental, the personification of the most iridescent bubbles. a kind of voice that brings bundles of warmth and nostalgia; it’s a given that children are attracted to such due to its purity, so she’s often seen around the little kids of any presented au. has a subtle lisp. often refers to associates or recent friends as angel or cherub. ᰍ standard physical facts. blonde patch in the front near the left side of her hair in human form. hair and skin is impractically soft considering her djinn side represents the elemental plane of air and clouds. keeps her djinn bottle as an earring accessory (considering its gold accents that corresponds with her brown attires and insignificant size, no one suspects it, but when they do, it’s not like they’re capable of snatching it off, for she has a spell that binds it to her ear permanently). has a silver smiley piercing which she naturally shows off.

დ genshin au notables! n/a (temporarily). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. nineteen (19). ᰍ birthday. may 25th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. (varies depending on the au), african-american, + moroccan. ᰍ gender, prns, sexuality. agender, she/her (though doesn’t care much), + panromantic & ninsexual.

ᰍ sun sign. gemini. ᰍ MBTI. infj-t (the turbulent advocate).

ᰍ likes. heartstrings… but the word. the word is just so goddamn pretty to her. foamy soap dispensers. foamy facial cleansers. witchcraft. toy collecting. mango tea. tarot reading (giving & receiving). ghost hunting. black olives. artifact hunting/paranormal activity in general. palmistry. wind chimes omg. dream catchers omg. incense making. oh muh gud her friends!!! aerial silk (in genie form). moonwater. cake pops, so yummy!!!! piranhas. mochi. onesies. fucking berries… raspberries, black berries, blue berries, no matter. reading magazines. henna artistry. gold, gold, gold! cardigans. ACCESSORIES THAT JINGLE! tangia w/ fucking oxtails... favorite stew. loves stews and soups in general… or potato salad lol. puppies! very cute. philosophy, duh. listening to the ocean in seashells. cherubs. mud masks for face or hair, mud baths.. .the earth. LOVES the rain omg. thunder, lightning, strong wings- ok storms as well BUT primarily just rain. lingerie. igneous rocks. low-waisted pants. fossils. + aloe butter. ᰍ dislikes. unnecessary and unasked for criticism. bombarding/unnecessary questions. rude or mentally/physically destructive customers. trypophobia. sudden upcoming mental breakdowns. cream of wheat. oversleeping. too much dairy (is lactose intolerant). stubborn, cat-coded characters!!! (“mh… it’s more of a guilty pleasure! all of my doted darlings are little mittens that keep me warm… argh, during the summer, that is”…) lost jewelry. terrible hair days. terrible mental health days, which leads to her dressing like a grandma fr. unanswered questions. frequent migraines. yo-yos (she could never do it :(.) scorpions. giant hornets. + intense, negative, & suffocating auras.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Receiving A Gift: II ୨୧ “Ambrosia at it’s finest…”

More About Jihane: III ୨୧ “Alright everyone, don’t scream… a legend has arrived… *a moment of awkward silence then mumbles* … O I sound like that damn crazy cat…”

About Us: Antiquity ୨୧ “Think of an antique as a book … Good stories aren’t discerned by worth, fame, or length, but by relatability or connectivity. Assess yourself as the narrator of this object if you’re drawn to it. As for me, Traveler, I’m very drawn to you. Do you mind if I give you a reading, maybe? I’d really like to test our relevance.”

Chat: Divinity ୨୧ “Oh Haniel, why must I be so fine? Ze’ma … Why must my wisdom be so divine? *giggles proudly* … Ze’maaa… Tis’ a sad, sad case for most…”

oc masterlist. extended details. visualizer.

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

[ghostmaggie]

love is not a toy (and no paper will conceal it)

for @heartunsettledsoul

written for the Nancy Drew @secretsleuthexchange 2022 

Words: 3440 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Nancy Drew/Ace Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43794622  Summary:

Nancy should have known better than to expect a supernatural-disaster-free holiday season. After all, when was the last time they had a supernatural-disaster-free anything?

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Excerpt:

It’s been two years since anything really near-death happened to any of them—since the Wraith nearly sucked the life out of Nancy. And it’s been almost a year since the last kinda near-death experience—when they finally managed to split George’s soul from Odette’s and send the latter into the hopefully-peaceful great beyond. They’ve honestly been pretty functional, since then.

That said, life in Horseshoe Bay has been far from free of paranormal mayhem. There was that thing with the lights in the forest, and the haunting at the bagel shop, and the selkie incident, and—

Well, anyway. They always manage to sort it out.

And honestly, some kind of mostly-benign monster-of-the-week mystery to solve might be a welcome distraction from the all-too-frustrating puzzle Nancy has been struggling with for the last few weeks.

It’s the second year of their official Secret Sleuth mystery gift exchange, which Nancy considers one of the more warm-fuzzies-inducing activities their friend group participates in. Not that it’s a super competitive category, considering past bonding adventures include getting death-cursed by a sea spirit and performing monster autopsies in her kitchen.

Still, they’ve also finally managed to get on a consistent schedule of biweekly game nights. And they’ve had movie nights, and gone ice skating, and tried sailing, and enjoyed other generally wholesome activities. You know, in between keeping the Claw afloat, running a fairly successful part-time (if unlicensed and often underpaid) detective agency, and banishing the occasional ghost.

Look, they’re trying, okay? They contain multitudes.

[read more on ao3]

the happiest of holidays to you, olivia!!! best wishes for a wonderful new year and beyond <3 

[astraykiel]

Sims Introduction [2nd gen]

Harris-Vector Family [oldest to youngest] :

Maverick Harris-Vector [left]

✽Human | Adult | Actor

✽Traits: Family-oriented, Bro, Active

✽Persoanlity type: ESFJ

✽Not a fun fact, but he's so baby<3 the most wholesome dad

Yasmine Bailey-Moon [right] aka Yasmine Harris Vector

✽Human | Adult | Civic Designer

✽Traits: Dog Lover, Loner, Active

✽Persoanlity type: ISFJ

✽Relationship Status: Married to Maverick

✽Fun fact: She's a random sim I found in a park one day, she's the child of Orange Bailey-Moon and Yuki Behr(? I think

Bryson Harris-Vector

✽Human | Adult | Just imagine him as a Karen who's also obsessed with lively off the grid and sustainably

✽Traits: Genius, Squeamish, Green Fiend

✽Persoanlity type: ISTP

✽Relationship Status: Single [forever and indefinitely]

✽Fun Fact: He probably grows his own meat

Lola Harris-Vector [left] aka Lola Feng

✽Human | YA | Actress

✽Traits: Perfectionist, Genius, Romantic

✽Persoanlity type: ESFJ

✽Relationship Status: Married to Vivek

✽Not a fun fact but they'd look so badass and hawt as vampires

Vivek Feng [right]

✽Human | YA | Actor

✽Traits: Overachiever, Jealous, Romantic

✽Persoanlity type: ESFJ

✽Fun Fact: He's the children of Victor and Lily Feng (but they died- so his sister raised him up on her own)

Lori Harris-Vector [left] aka Lori Hedrick

✽Spellcaster | YA/Immortal | Housewife

✽Traits: Loner, Good, Childish

✽Persoanlity type: INFP

✽Relationship Status: Married to Kian

✽Fun Fact: She was cursed by some alien cause her dad is a space ranger. I supposed he angered some of them while on a mission so they cursed his daughter:) She spent most of her childhood/teenhood with her mum's vampire friend(Ella and Clyde) trying to understand about her powers and abilities. Then she met Kian in the magic realm!

Kian Hedrick [right]

✽Spellcaster | YA/Immortal | Paranormal Investigator

✽Traits: Cat Lover, Romantic, Good

✽Persoanlity type: INFJ

✽Fun Fact: This guy is a hopeless romantic at heart. He spent decades just waiting for his true love❤️

Also! He has a cat familiar and they're bonded by soul, meaning that the cat will only die if Kian dies p.s. the cat is called Sir Swartz

Bree Harris-Vector [left]

✽Human | YA | Teacher

✽Traits: Art Lover, Cheerful, Goofball

✽Persoanlity type: INFJ

✽Relationship Status: Married to Kenji

✽I dont play with her- I'll just let neighbourhood stories work its magic

Calum Harris-Vector [right]

✽Human | YA | Space Ranger

✽Traits: Cheerful, Active, Bro

✽Persoanlity type: ESFP

✽Relationship Status: Married to Carrisa

✽same thing, i dont play with him

[scutesketch]

I’m just gonna own it at this point.

@unconsciousnonhuman is my alt account for angst artworks.

Idk why I felt the need to make a separate not-so-anonymous account for this (I did the same with the IO2 thing originally, I need to stop being so paranoid😭)

I’m not gonna merge accounts this time, I’m gonna keep this account separate but still have it known that UnconsciousNonHuman and FoxFlamingo are the same artist.

FoxFlamingo is still my main, I tend to post more wholesome sfw artworks here, but if you are interested in angst/whump artworks, or just more artwork from me in general, then you might want to check out my separate account.

I haven’t been posting often because I’ve been focused on this account, and the main project behind it: Paranormal Peri.

I have been working on an Angst/Whump AO3 FOPANW Peri-Centric fanfic called @paranormal-peri

You can check out stuff for it on that blog too if you are interested.

If I ever don’t post for a while, I’m probably active on my other account.

Not enough Peri angst? Fuck it, I’ll do it myself.

Welcome to the Paranormal Peri blog made for the corresponding AO3 Fanfic.

I'll be posting updates, art, and rebloging any fanart.

I mainly made this since some people wanted to make fanart but I didn't have a place for them to share, it so here it is!

This post will act as a cover that will be pinned, I'll probably make many edits down the line.

(GUYS I JUST REMADE THE ARTWORK AND LOOKING BACK AT THE PREVIOUS VERSION MAKES ME WANNA VOMIT. I WAS NOT HAVING A GOOD DAY ON MY FIRST ATTEMPT. I’m not gonna link the original so artwork bc it looks so bad in comparison, but if you really wanna see it you can scroll down to my first post)

[lucifers-horror-harem]

👻 and🔮 please :3

Ahhhh thank you for the ask! I actually answered earlier that both the Amityville Horror remake and Poltergeist 3 were my first horror movies, but I can happily supply some more films I watched during my middle/high school days that my friends indoctrinated me with until I became a bigger horror fan than all of them combined lol

So a lot of these movies we would watch at sleep overs and it's hard to remember when exactly I watched some of them, but the ones I remember the most were Drag me to Hell, Paranormal Activity, A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Exorcist, and Orphan. I wish I could remember more of the movies I watched back then syshdhshs I just remember all of us scaring ourselves silly with whatever mediocre horror movies were at the video rental store lol

As for coolest concept for a horror film... I have a few of course lol So I'd say I gotta nominate You Might be the Killer, One Cut of the Dead, and Lake Mungo. You Might be the Killer is such a fun horror comedy where the story is mostly told from Fran Kranz telling Alyson Hannigan over the phone about all the murder that's been going on at his summer camp and how he might be getting possessed by the Woodcutter mask to do the killings. It's fun and a different way to tell a story that I really appreciate.

One Cut of the Dead is great because it's a found footage horror movie about making a horror movie, BUT it takes you on multiple twists and turns where you're trying to figure out what is ACTUALLY going on and who knows what, but even with all if the mystery and shenanigans you get an actually wholesome ending as well as a really technically impressive found footage film

And while a lot of people probably already know what Lake Mungo is, it's a mockumentary horror film about a girl that died and all of the strange circumstances around it. But the biggest thing for me is that while there's plenty of horror films that do the mockumentary thing, this movie ACTUALLY feels like a documentary that you'd find in the true crime section of a random streaming service. It doesn't let the facade down for a second and the pacing is really well done with how it slowly reveals more and more of what's going on, exactly like how it would be in a documentary. Plus it's such a spooky, eerie, and sad film and I always have to rec it when I can.

[six-of-ravens]

so when I got my phone, the lady was like "we have a deal right now where if you sign up for a free trial of our home security I can waive your connection fee they'll send you a camera in the mail but you can just return it and cancel your membership before the end of the trial" and I was like cool, sure, let's do that, I mean I live in a tiny apartment so I have no need for a security camera but whatever I'll just return it when I cancel.

anyway, what kind of stunts and pranks can I do with a security camera for one month?

[two-wizards-in-a-trench-coat]

fuck it podcast rec list

(order within categories is not important)

[If one of the podcasts interests you, but you aren’t sure if it contains sensitive material, DM me and ill do my best to give you a complete trigger list!]

[All of these are more or less queer, and tbh what podcast isn’t at least a little bit gay these days? I had a few questions abt it tho so i edited it in order to clarify]

All time faves:

The Adventure zone: A tumblr fave, my introduction to the world of podcasts. Follow the most wholesome family, the Mcelroys, as they play Dnd and other board games. Each “arc” has a plot line, but can easily be listened to just for the unique McElroy vibe. It’s pretty long (around 130 ~60mins episodes) but you can jump at the start of any campaign you wish to! Ongoing. [queer characters rep through the whole series]

The Magnus Archives: Another popular one! An archivist for the Magnus Institute of London is forced to accept that eldritch horrors and paranormal activity are real. This is a horror podcast, with a pretty extensive trigger list (the horror in itself is treated really well, and very rarely goes into real life horror. YES there is queer rep in this (main characters) but you definitely shouldn’t listen to it for that specific reason, trust me.) Somehow not linked to magnus burnsides? Finished [mlm + bi/ace Mcs, bisexuals characters, various trans/nb secondary characters] [finished with 200 episodes]

Archive 81: Another horror podcast centered around an archivist dealing eldrich horror and paranormal. The story is more focused on paranormal than horror, but there is still a trigger list. The various protagonists are really funny/lovely. Not finished, currently on hiatus. [mlm main character in the 2nd part of the show]

Death by dying: An obituary in a small town investigates a series of strange deaths. Talks about paranormal and grief, strangely uplifting and sad at the same time? bite sized, only 5 episodes of roughly 30 minutes. A second season was just announced!

Alice isn't dead:  A roadtrip about à woman trying to find her wife, but finding terrible things along the way... Horror podcast, but a bit lighter than tma or archives 81. End is uplifting, fuck all love stories except for whatever those two lesbians got going on. I definitely have the hots for the voice of the big mean lady. [wlw mc]

Time:bombs : a three episodes short story about a bomb disposal unit. The dynamic between the characters is hilarious and wonderful. Sadly short, but the Creators did express the desire to keep going with these characters sometimes in the future. [Too short to act on it, but all the MCs are explicitly mlm.]

Really good:

King falls AM: Sammy is a new resident and radio host in the city of King falls, a small city that surprises him at every turn. Paranormal activity, a vibe that’s halfway between gravity falls and welcome to nigthtvale. I adore the dynamic between Ben and sammy. [main character is mlm, secondary wlw character] [This podcast has been discontinued]

Midnight Radio: All ghost stories are love stories. A radio hostess falls in love with the mysterious girl that sends her letters at the station. A really wholesome short story, will lift your mood. 10 episodes of 20 minutes. [wlw]

Caravan: A young man, desesperatly in love with his best friend falls into a canyon and some sort of magical world? Sexy cowboys and demons, a legendary caravan. Is Horny, but also very funny. Still ongoing, season 2 coming 2021. [mlm MC, multiple bisexual characters.]

Welcome to Nightvale: Cecil Palmer is the radio host of Nightvale, and tells you the tales of this myterious and highly paranormal town. Narrative lines are more of the long type, and anyone can hop on at any episode. Definetly a good background podcast for when you’re busy doing something else. [Mlm main character.]

The penumbra podcast: A podcast alternating between two stories, one of them being the story a noir detective, the mess of his life and psychological progress. Heavy on found family towards the last episodes. Didn’t listen to Last citadel yet. Ongoing. [A lot of queer rep. There is canonically only one straight man in the junoverse. NB main character using he/him pronouns. Various mlm/wlw]

The far meridian: A young agoraphobic girl travels the world with her moving lighthouse, searching for her brother. found family themes/wlw main character. Ongoing. [wlw Mc]

Wayward guide for the untrained eye: A pair or twin journalists investigate the town of Connor Creek and its terrible secret... WEREWOLVES! The twin’s dynamics is gold, i am in love with both of them, and the show’s general energy is really light and upllifting. Only a season of 10 episodes, they havent released a statement concerning a possible new season yet, but definetly can be listened to as a stand alone. [Some bg queer characters.]

Unseen: A Series of unrelated episodes following characters whose story w cannot see. Wonderful narrative, super cool voice actors. I am in gay love with the mean teacher from ep 2. Witchery and magic but make it bittersweet. [Various queer main characters.]

Good:

(all these were really good too, but i just didnt get as involved as in the previous recs)

Finding penny:  Mabel, a soon to be high school graduate, is looking for her missing girlfriend, Penny, with the help of her best friend. Clues? A mysterious ritual in the woods. Bite sized, every episode lasts a handful of minutes; i was scared the characters wouldn't be as developed as they deserve due to that time limit, but hey I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't the case. A story about grief and family. [wlw] also im pretty sure one of the va worked w the whisperforge??

CW; bird/human murder mentions, homophobic and racist behavior/language

The strange case of starship iris: Gay space pirates and found family against capitalism. Easy to listen to, pretty light hearted. The second season is currently coming out. [wlw Mc. Trans character]

The 12:37: A young woman climbs aboard the wrong train, and ends up traveling through time and space. wlw main character, found family theme. mental health issues are talked about/shown. [wlw Mc]

Love and Luck: A queer slice of life, spiced up with a touch of magic. The story is told through voices messages. A really light hearted tone even tho serious subject are talked about. Will give you cavities. [Mlm main characters]

Bedtime stories from hell: A depressed demon tells you bittersweet bedtime stories. in the “good” section because it juste started, only a handful episodes and we still have to see where it goes! But a good start, the stories really are captivating. [Variously queer.]

The bright sessions: What if the X-men went to therapy? Thats it that’s the plot. Lovely characters, always walking on the gray morals line but in the best way possible. [mlm mcs, ace mc, bisexual character]

Lost my interest/never finished it:

Let's talk about myth baby: a really interesting podcast about Greek mythology. Will be for you if you love that subject. I couldn't keep going because I didn't like the narrator's voice (yea I know I'm shallow lmao) [As gay as greek preople went. Which is gay but also somehow homophobic at the same time. You know how it goes.]

Wolf 359: Doug Effeil is the communication officier in a spaceship. His story and struggles with his peticuliar shipmates. Honestly was really good, but i dropped it because of college and never picked it up again. Might try again some time around. [Bisexual characters.]

The two princes: Two princes of opposites kingdoms are bound to fight each other until one kingdom is left. A really fluffy/easy going podcast. Listen to this if you need a no brainer gay love story. I binged the first season, but was less enthusiastic about the other two. Just not my type of story i fear. [mlm]

Return home: A young man receives a mysterious voicemail telling him to go back to his home town, where his mother is missing and his father doesn't remember him... A horror/comic story. No trigger list for this one, at least for the first 30 episodes i listened to. They do talk about stuff that would typically be horror, but in such a light hearted way that it really isn’t. The plot is cliché, but self aware. It’s a nice podcast, but the “light adventure” tone without any contrast lost me on the long run; again, good but not my thing. [Mlm character that literally dates the devil so thats sexy.]

Critical role: Another Dnd podcast; a different vibe than taz, as there is much more roleplay. I was stopped by the fact that you have to watch the videos to fully get the interest. It is really good!  but podcasts are my working background sound, so i don’t really have the time for this one. [no idea i didn’t get far]

Dream boy: great soundtrack, interesting story, a really good voice actor. Just... too horny for me (i got second hand embarrassed by the time the neighbour just... you know , in the rain and stopped and never picked it up since) [mlm]

The wanderer: a bard wanders into the forest, looking for his lover. Very introspective, its actually good but podcasts are once again my bg noise and sometimes i miss a sentence here and there; completely stopped me from being able to keep track of what was going on in this one.

[I will update this post as I go, so check my profile for the updated version as time passes]

[dekalko-mania]

Phantom’s Sketchbook: By AkoyaMizuno: Mr. Lancer finds himself in an unparalleled situation, he has access to something which can give him incredible insight into the personal workings of Amity Park's local ghost teen hero, Danny Phantom. 

Additional Tags: Revelation Fic, Caring Mr. Lancer, Secret Identity

Get Out, Get Gone: By Anthrop: There’s a weight to you now that wasn’t there before. You’d think with your powers—(and doesn’t it feel strange to call them that, when you shake and shiver at the sight of your bones under your meat, when you walk down the stairs and your feet don’t touch anything at all)—you’d weigh less, be less. A thing of smoke, and ectoplasm, and all that awful electricity arcing through your nerves. But that's not what happened.

Additional Tags: stream of consciousness-style writing, anxiety, Danny’s going through it bro

Of English Projects and Revelations: By Nyomio: Dash just wanted to get a good grade on his English Assignment. He had figured there was a solid chance that putting himself, Paulie, Val and Fenton in the same chat would end poorly, but he hadn't expected things to escalate quite as they did. With all the chaos around him, he just has to ask - will they ever work on their English Project?

Additional Tags: chat fic, hurt/comfort, humor, revelation fic

Jumping At Shadows: By sapphireswimming: Dash has a problem and he needs Danny Phantom's help. So he decides to get it by... blackmailing Danny Fenton?

Additional Tags: Humor, ghost hunting, suspense, Dash admires Danny Phantom

omnis immunde spiritus: By aloneintherain: Danny’s eyes were fixed on the locker, never-moving, as though he could see straight through the wall and over to the other side. For a split second, Kwan could have even sworn that Danny’s eyes shone silver, like the eyes of a deer, glowing under headlights.

What the fuck, he thought.

Additional Tags: guys in white, friendship, spooky ghost kid danny fenton, POV outsider

Parasite: By DarkNymfa: Danny had to know that Vlad Masters—Vlad Plasmius—was trying to kill him. All Vlad needed for him was to get too fed up, go too far...To end it. Before Plasmius could do worse.

Additional Tags: angst, angst with a happy ending, possession, self-sacrifice 

Redemption: By SassyArtFarts: After a vicious fight between known antagonistic pair: Danny Fenton and Dash Baxter, Mr. Lancer comes up with a way to hopefully get them on better terms as they work together preparing a restoring project of an old summer camp. However, something else watches, waiting, wanting to be restored. It's ancient, it's resentful and it's starving.

Additional Tags: bully redemption, Mr. Lancer is dealing with dramatic children, not phantom planet compliant 

Interwoven: By Lynse: In the Far Frozen, a portal opens up and doesn’t close. In the NYC, Jake is suddenly faced with freak snowstorms. And Danny? Danny’s just trying to figure out why he’s supposed to be the one dealing with all of this.

Additional Tags: crossover, ghost king danny fenton, developing friendships, misunderstandings 

Until Death Do We Part: UnluckyAlis: For someone who fights ghosts, literal dead people, on a near-daily basis, you would think Danny could handle death better than this. He knows most of his enemies were once living, breathing people who died in tragic ways. Danny was once a living, breathing person who died in a tragic way. He just skipped out on the "stop breathing" part of things.

He faces mortality every day, every time he goes ghost. So why can't he face this? Why is this any different than any other day?

Because it was his friend, and he saw it, and he couldn't stop it. Because it was his fault.

Additional Tags: Blood and gore, panic attacks, murder, highly recommended super great fic oof

Necromancy: By wastefulreverie: She was curious about the portal, mysterious and full of paranormal potential. At the time, she hadn't seen any harm in manipulating him into exploring it. Until everything went horribly wrong.

Additional tags: death, necromancy, witch sam, portal accident au

Vanish Into the Witching Hour: By wastefulreverie: Danny finds that odd things tend to happen during the Witching Hour, the prime hour for paranormal activity. 

Additional Tags: identity reveal, witching hour, creepy, angst

Pink Astronaut: By lexosaurus: To Paulina's dismay, she and Danny Fenton must work together on their English final project.

Additional Tags: pink astronaut, fluff, enemies to lovers, kinda

Tutoring Phantom: By Lexosaurus: It was funny. A year ago Dash was all but praying for Fenton to shut up, but now he would do anything to hear him speak.

Additional Tags: identity reveal, recovery, hurt/comfort, study group

Plenty of Time: By wastefulreverie: When Danny Fenton supposedly runs away, Casper High has quite a few things to say when he returns. Especially in the wake of his apparent "trauma".

Additional Tags: angst, horror, decapitation, vivisection 

inviso-doodles: By attu: What are friends for if not making you internet famous?

additional tags: artist!Danny, wholesome content, the danny appreciation we need u guys, an obligatory break from all the angst recs this list has 

[space-robinhood]

HI I’M INTRODUCING MY INVADER ZIM AU that I made say, a year ago, give or take some months.

This starts with Dib finally saving Earth in metaphorical silence. While the sequence is events hasn’t been specified, the important part to follow here is that Zim’s house/base of operations has been blown up with Zim inside, thus killing him but also destroying all evidence that Zim was an alien, leaving Dib a murderer with nothing to show his years of strife for.

His victory is short-lived, having no one to know about it other than himself, and being taken over with a depression really, added on with the fact he doesn’t know what to do with himself now. It hits him that he does have a remnant of his involvement with aliens still exists, that being Takship. In an attempt to cheer himself up and get back his motivation to investigate paranormal instances, he goes to see the ship where he’s welcomed by GIR.

GIR isn’t aware whatsoever of his master’s death, and it’s revealed that he was sent to the ship ahead of time to guard it from Dib, in an incomplete mission where Zim would steal it from him. In too weak of a mental state and this absolute wreck of a development, Dib doesn’t have it in him to tell GIR that Zim is dead, nor even try and use GIR as proof of intelligent extraterrestrial engineering. Instead, Dib tells GIR that he’ll take care of him until Zim gets back. 

As Dib recalls the interactions he’s had with Zim, as well as those he’s witnessed GIR have with Zim, his feelings swell into a mix of grief and confusion over having saved Earth, with the idea that GIR had a relationship with Zim akin to a child or little sibling. He also has a vague sense of comfort around GIR, with him being the only one who actively witnessed and is aware of what Dib’s gone through in his pursuit to expose Zim.

There’s a few more wholesome bits in this if you ignore Dib withholding Zim’s death to GIR hard enough, like GIR making too many waffles for Dib and him being unable to say no the little bot