#wil screams into the void

[moon-wolfie]

his eyes man, his eyes... the way he can look at me..

[cas-fandoms]

The Real Last Goodbye

The following is a fanfiction that me and my buddy currated. The possibilities of these characters ever meeting is low and most likely won't happen. The names unfamiliar to you will be Ocs. I'm ver happy with this, and I hope you will be too. If it is wanted, more lore on my Ocs will be provided. Thank you so much, enjoy ***

Damien could feel the power of the crystal surging through his veins as he lay his final punch, his final strike to end it all. It was like a butterfly softly landing onto a flower, the silent growing of a ripple.

It finally seemed as if Damien’s world was quiet again. Mark’s red-clothed body broke into shards, shooting out in every direction like an after shock, sparkling and fluttering in the darkness of the void. From below their fight afloat, Georgia watched, tears flowing down her face, her glasses lay shattered next to her as she sat on the voids dark ground, or so, one that had been manifested. Wilford stood beside her, pumping his fists in the air in joyous triumph. Chloe exclaimed victoriously, laughing, twirling in a circle. “Damn right, Damien! You got ‘em babe!”

Wilford turned back to look at Georgia, and found her crying, her face so full of astonishment and shock, he was sure that she wasn’t thinking at all or had millions of thoughts stirring in her head. He leapt to her, his voice jittery with excitement.

“L-Look Georgia! We-We saved you!” He exclaimed, bending over and grabbing her hands to pull her up, but she only greeted him with a distant gaze.

“Wilford…?” She said, staring at him as if she were blind.

“Hey, look! The awful man is all gone.” Wilford assured her, holding her face. “He won’t be hurting you again.”

“Wil, what’s happening…?” What was happening, indeed. Georgia held her hands out in front of her, watching as her fingers and arms started to flake and twirl away, fading into the dark air. She looked at Wilford with confused eyes, but when he saw more than just her arms fading away, he jumped to hold her, clinging to her. “Hey, Georgia, it’s okay, you’re not going anywhere, dear, you’re staying here! With me!” He said, seeming to say it to assure himself more than her.

Chloe watched as Wilford held her, watching Georgia fade away. She knew something was wrong, and she knew it was bad. ***

Terri looked around the Theater in horror, watching every chair, wall, and curtain turn to dust, floating like a satanic dance in the air. She reached up to her head and pulled her ball cap off, her eyes wide open, astonished.

“Illinois!” She watched as Dawn exclaimed Illinois’ name as ran to his arms, his very skin turning to the same ash that twisted around them. She watched as Noir held Laury close to him as the last bits of her body disappeared, comforting her to the end. “Don’t worry my darling, I’ve got you, I’m here.” She watched as everything was crumbling before her.

“Terri!” She heard Yancy call, and it was like she had been snapped out of a trance. “Yancy!!” She screamed, running in every which direction. “Terri!” She heard him yell from behind her. She turned around, taking in a terrified breath. Yancy was fading away too. Terri lost her mind.

“YANCY!!” She shrieked, launching herself at him, or, what was left of him. Terri felt Yancy’s strong arms wrapped around her, grabbing her hair, holding onto her clothes as she too, started to fade away. “It’s okay, baby girl, I’ve got youse. Everything is gon’ be okay,” Terri started to cry, fearful of the end. Illinois, Dawn, Noir and Laury were gone already, and she had no idea if Georgia was okay. She prayed that Wilford was keeping her safe.

Terri buried her face into Yancy’s chest as the feeling in her limbs left her, and soon the feeling of Yancy’s shirt on her cheek leaving her as well. The cop and the convict were gone. ***

Wilford fell to his knees, processing, still denying the fact of death’s existence. He stared, unsure if he wanted to cry, unsure if he had any reason.

The tap of Damien’s dress shoes echoed in the deep nothing as he walked to his friend. When Wil felt a hand on his shoulder, he dropped his face into his hands. “Sh-she’s not r-really gone…right Damien…?” Damien felt an ache in his chest ricochet. “…I… I don’t know I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

Chloe stood close behind Damien, feeling herself sadden to see their friend in pain. But she was also angry. This was all to save Georgia, to make sure that Mark couldn’t hurt anyone else, and now she was gone. Suddenly, it struck her: What was going on back at the Theater? Was everyone okay? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to find out quite yet. They were stuck in the void for now, and she had a feeling they would be here for a while.

Chloe watched Wilford as he trembled, following Damien with her eyes as he stood up from Wil’s side. This was all so confusing, discerning. She didn’t know why this was the outcome, Georgia wasn’t supposed to have disappeared. Chloe came up closer to Damien, reaching up and resting a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention. “What the hell happened, I thought you just killed Mark?” Damien turned his head, an expression on his face e that Chloe had never, ever, seen before. He opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated. “I don’t know.” He said, and those three words felt like the weight of the world was slammed onto their shoulders. “I thought it would just be him…”

In the silence of the void, echoed a dry chuckle, growing and growing to manic laughing to angered screaming. Wilford stood up and turned around with a snap. Within seconds, he was in Damien’s face, shouting, boiling tears running down his face. “What the hell did you do?!” He screamed. “You did this! We did all of this to protect Georgia and now she’s GONE!!” Wil grabbed the knot of Damien’s tie, dragging him down to his level, fuming and red-faced, the anger contagious. Damien’s eyes lit aflame, and he only matched Wil’s anger. “You think I did this?!” He shouted. “You think I planned on killing GeGe?! She was my FRIEND!! You really think that I would’ve done this in the first place IF NOT FOR HER?!” With every word, Damien’s voice became more distorted, his monochrome splitting further out on either side of him.

Chloe stood there in shock, removing her hand from his shoulder and stepping back. She hadn’t seen Damien like this for a while, and it truly worried her. She just watched as the two argued, saying things in the heat of the situation that they otherwise wouldn’t have said. She could tell that Damien’s anger was going to get to his head and he was going to do something he was going to regret if he wasn’t kept it check. “Damien-“

“Butt out, Chloe!” Wilford shouted, brows furrowed. “This doesn’t involve you.” With that, Damien’s shoulders tensed, “Don’t speak to her that way!” He shouted, his voice doubling and distorted to the point where Chloe thought that she might pass out from how dizzy it was making her. “Why?! Your little FIANCÉE can’t handle a little stern talk?”

“Well Georgia couldn’t!”

It was silent again.

Wilford’s angry expression faulted, and all that was left were tears. He turned his head down, and for the first time since the party all those years ago, he broke down. Wilford held his face in his hands, his frantic sobs reverberating through the void. Damien’s eyes flickered, and his monochrome retreated back to the sides of his body. His anger left him just as soon as it came. Damien’s shoulders dropped and he sighed, wrapping his arms around Wilford’s hunched over buddy, holding him. “I’m sorry old friend…This wasn’t supposed to happen…I never intended for her to get caught in the crossfire…” He told him softly, and the sight struck a chord in Chloe.

She stepped forward from where she stood and was quick to hold the two in her own embrace. This was hard, for the both of them, and she knew it. She knew it all to well. Chloe rubbed her hands down their backs, shushing them, which was the only way she knew of comforting someone. “It’s gonna be okay…” She murmured. “We’ll figure this out, we always do.” That was the last thing said for a while. The three basked in each other’s arms, trying to bear this weight together, but they would never know how this all came to be. And it would become infuriating in the near future.

From what the three could tell, this - losing Georgia - was the last goodbye…But what they would find when they left the void, that the crumbling worlds that surrounded them would be The REAL Last Goodbye.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Rage

Have you ever looked up at the night sky and realised just how insignificant we all are? Trillions of stars, infinite planets, yet here we are, convinced we are the centre of the universe.

It makes me scared. Scared that my actions are futile, that I will never make a difference. That, in the end, I am utterly insignificant. Nothing I do will change anything in a meaningful way. It fills me with dread, despair and heartbreak.

But it makes me angry too. I want this stupidly beautiful universe, living in ignorance of my hatred, to _burn_. I want it dead, all of it. I want to cast a dark shadow upon this land and leave it shaking in awe and fear. I want them all to remember my name, for eternity and beyond.

Most of all, I want to matter. I want to be important, to not be forgotten, to not be a wisp of dust in the wind. I want to leave a lasting impact, to affect this apathetic universe and shake it to the core.

You see, I once stared out into the Void. It was endless, unfathomable, just like this cursed land. I stood on the precipice overlooking it, and I could feel it watching me. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no heart, yet it lived. It thrummed and throbbed and never ebbed, oblivion shrouded in true darkness. It beckoned to me, a siren's call.

So I leaped in. I fell into its depths, and there I found wisdom. The knowledge of every hope, every dream and every whim of every being on every planet. It washed over me, drowning me in its endless knowledge, incomprehensible in size and far beyond my understanding, miniscule creature that I was. 

It was cold, searing, burning cold. Agony coursing through my veins. I was a grain of sand in a thunderstorm, tossed about with not a care for my safety. After all, a being as omniscient as the Void would not care for my screams. I was but an ant, nay, a single cell. What did I matter?

I screamed as it subsumed me, an animal noise of raw terror and pain. And deep within me, I found rage. Pure, utter fury. Hatred, a razor sharp blade honed to perfection by hurt. Oh, how I raged against it. I fought with every inch of me, and my screams turned into a battle cry, a screech of defiance. 

Wilful ignorance battled the enormity of wisdom, a fool fighting a scholar. I did not wish to learn the secrets of existence, to join the Void in its absolute erudition. No, I wanted to keep on living my selfish, simple life as an individual being.

I do not know how I escaped, but I awoke from the torment on the shores of the End of The World, mere fingertips from the Void. I scrambled away, limping home. But the fury had not faded.

And neither did the scars. I had veins of ink running down my arms, wrapping themselves around my chest and throat like tentacles. Scrub and scrub as I might, I could not be rid of them. My flesh was bloody and red, but the markings still remained. 

I tried to go back to my quiet life, but the rage simmered beneath the surface. Every step I took, I was filled with hatred, a sinuous serpent snaking around my throat, throttling me. My temper grew short, my outbursts large. Try as I might, my mind kept replaying the moment of weakness, when I was on the verge of accepting my insignificance.

It dominated everything I did. When ol' farmer Jackson bumped into me and refused to apologise, I broke his arm in three places. When the blacksmith's boy startled my horse, I beat him till he fainted from blood loss. My sudden violence, and the peculiar markings on my body, led the village to come to the obvious conclusion.

I was practising black magic.

So they assaulted my house in the dead of night, whilst I slept fitfully. It took fifteen men to restrain me, small though I was, and I killed 5 of them in the process.

It was beautiful. Raw, berserk fury, utterly unrestrained. I fought with the same defiance that saved me from the Void, and I loved it.

To this day, I still wonder if it was the Void's influence or if the battle awoke something in me, but I found an insatiable bloodlust within me. And I indulged it to the fullest.

Screams of rage and pain filled the air. Blood, delicious and savory, splattered all over me. I was drenched in destruction, a living weapon honed to perfection by hatred.

They say I came out broken, crippled with broken arms and twisted legs. They say I was grinning from ear to ear, and I laughed as they burned me at stake. They say my marks glowed silver under the firelight, brighter than the blaze.

What would I know? I was too busy enjoying myself. You see, I had found a way to keep myself alive. A way to become a myth, carried on for all eternity. I will kill them all, drench the universe in blood-

And when I am done, they will call me Maizen, Shatterer of Worlds.

[lonewolflupe]

20 Fic Writer Questions

Thank you for tagging me, @eternal-transcience and @returnofthepineapple (I loved reading your answers)! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27 (since I joined AO3 in June 2024)!

2. What's your A03 word count?

136,634

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

For All One's Worth (TBB Echo x reader) - 23 kudos

Echo Of Your Mind (TBB Echo x reader) - 22 kudos

The Cavalry Has Arrived (TBB POV) - 20 kudos

Battle Scars (TBB Echo POV) - 19 kudos

On Vanilla And Caramel (Fox x reader) - 17 kudos

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably my longfic A Lupe Of Faith, but that's still unfinished (taking a midseason-break at a pretty angsty point in the story tho). For finished pieces, I think Before I Fall (Fives).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd like to think Signs Of Affection (Fives x reader NSFW) haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't received any, thank the Maker!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes I do! It's pretty mild, because I'm still trying to get comfortable with writing it. I'd love to explore it more further tho!

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

No I don't, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No I haven't!

I did write a cracky holomail that is part of @aknightreaderr's Fives State Of Mind universe (and I'm planning on some more Fox-screaming-into-the-cracky-void for that same universe).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Lupe (OC) x Fives sorry not sorry

Otherwise.. I absolutely love Foxiyo, Codywan and Blyla!

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

I still intend on finishing all my current WIPs, haha

I have two multi-chapter fics I'm working on, one with a new OC, one with Reader. But I won't start posting them until I've finished some more chapters (I should work on those again, where did the time go)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uhm.. I'm not really sure? I think I'm pretty okay with writing fluff and hurt/comfort. I'm still a starting writer so I'd leave this question open to my readers haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing in English (which isn't my first language)! I think I'm managing, but I feel like I can't express myself fully (I wish my English vocabulary was wider). It feels like I get repetitive sometimes, using the same words over and over again. (Thesaurus and the Cambridge Dictionary are livesavers and I always have them around whilst writing)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

"Ik hoop oprecht dat je een grap maakt als je zegt dat je een dialoog in mijn bitterballen-taal wil," Lupe said with a straight face, as she jabbed a stick into a cheese cube. She devoured the soft, luscious Gouda, before continuing with her mouth still full: "Laten we het bij kaas houden."

I'm just kidding here. I'm not super fond of my own language (Dutch), so I actually prefer writing in English (even when I'm restricted with it). I do use some Mando'a words from time to time, and I might have used some Huttese slang. But I don't master those languages enough to write whole sentences in it, so English it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch! (This is my first time writing fanfic)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I hold my longfic A Lupe Of Faith very dear, but A Buir's Burden (Alpha-17 + Cadet Rex + Cadet Cody) is definitely one of my favourites (along a few I mentioned at question 4).

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NPT: @aknightreaderr @eclec-tech @kotemf @ladylucksrogue @kybercrystals94 and whoever else has AO3 and wants to join this!

[anne-the-witch-ish]

IMMA SO EXCITED THAT I NEED TO SCREAM TO THE VOID I FOUND INFO ABOUT HELENISM IN MY NATIVE LANGUAGE I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY.

i want to dance in my room out of joy, like i have so much happy energy that it's bursting throught the seams of my being.

i wil explore some more, and then i will make a post about it here. SO EXCITED!

[keirawantstocry]

🐦‍⬛ *gets a megaphone*

TNTDUO

T.N.T. DUOOOOOOO

SCREAMS INTO THE VOID

Wilbur wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in this specific position. This specific position meaning Las Nevadas. This specific position meaning in Quackity’s office. This specific position meaning leaning over said man with a hand curled around his throat being stared at with dark slitted eyes. He tightened his hand every so slightly around the man’s throat as blood thrummed in his veins, his heart beating nearly out of his chest. Those dark eyes widened, eyebrows shifting down as a gasp escaped his lips. 

“Wil,” he said in a choked voice. 

Don’t let go, his mind whispered to him. 

He wanted to keep this moment encased in glass. A lovely burnt pink flush sat on the height of Quackity's cheekbones and Wilbur wanted to commit its exact shade to memory. He could feel the blood currently coursing through Quackity's body from where his fingertips lay over his strong beating pulse. So alive. Quackity was the most alive person he had ever met. It was a wonderful fucking reminder of how good it felt to have his beating heart back inside of his chest after those damned thirteen years in his personal hell. 

“You're in your head,” Quackity said in a whisper. “Get out of there.” 

Wilbur managed to make eye contact with him but he couldn't do much more. Thoughts swirled around in every single crevice of his brain. His mouth refused to open and his thoughts refused to formulate into sentences. Everything felt fuzzy and strange. Part of him wondered if he had been dreaming and he hadn’t been revived. Was he dead? Wilbur's hand sagged against Quackity's neck, he couldn't keep that tight grip any longer. 

Battering away the loose hand, Quackity grabbed Wilbur's face. “Out of your head, man. Get out.” 

Even the physical contact didn’t help to snap him out of it. All he could do was stare at Quackity with desperate eyes and sink back into thinking about how the man in front of him was the most perfect, lively, angelic man he had ever known in his time on this godforsaken server. He was so so alive. 

Quackity sunk his teeth into Wilbur's neck. 

It was like a rush of cold water straight to his brain bringing himself completely back to a present mental state. It stung like hell as he felt his sharp teeth sink into him. His eyes widened in surprise and instead of a yelp a moan fell from his chapped lips. 

Laughter was stifled by Wilbur's neck as Quackity licked the bite he had just left, lapping up the bits of blood pricking up. Fuck he bit hard. And fuck was Wilbur into it. “You fucking freak,” Quackity said eyes bright as he pulled back. 

“You’ve let me drink some of your blood before, I think you're the freak darling.” 

“Says the man who begged for it.” 

Wilbur scoffed, regaining himself and lunged fast to get his hand around Quackity’s throat again. The man smiled at him with eyes that were alight with fire. “What are you here for, Wil? More of my blood? Or something else this time?” 

Those words lit something up in Wilbur’s brain that hadn’t been alive in years and years. Nearly embarrassing but he couldn’t quite care. “What are you suggesting?” 

“You know damn well,” Quackity said, his face settling into something more annoyed, more him. “Don’t play coy.” 

Wilbur kissed him and the world was on fire. Everything burned. Every point of contact that their bodies made together sparked flames in him. Quackity pushed their bodies together and he had no idea what he was doing to Wilbur. Remembering suddenly the position of his hand, Wilbur squeezed. Quackity gasped and Wilbur swallowed the noise. It was delicious. He licked into the other man’s mouth as he tried to truly clear his mind. Another gasp fell from his lips as they pressed harder together. They were being senseless but that was who they were. 

Pulling back, Wilbur took another moment to tighten the grip his hand had, addicted to the way Quackity’s eyes rolled back into his skull. 

“You’re gonna bruise my throat,” Quackity said in a slightly strangled voice. 

‘“Would you be so opposed to that?” Wilbur teased. 

“Hell no,” Quackity hissed before pulling him into another rough kiss, with clacking teeth and sharp tugs on each other’s lips. 

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

The rain soaked Tommy, and it felt as if it had gone past his skin and the cold wetness eked it’s way into his very bones and nervous system as he shivered.

The sky was dark and empty, no stars and a sliver of moon. It wasn’t a pretty sight, as dull and static as Tommy felt. Merely a black, endless void.

He chuckled quietly to himself, the sound lacking in humour. Fitting that sky would be the last thing he’d ever see. Well, that and the neon lights in gaudy colours, burning at his eyes, and the faint playing of muffled music from the casino, but he’d wanted his last sight to be of the stars.

Fitting that he couldn’t even be allowed that luxury.

With shaking hands, he nudged himself closer to the edge of the observation deck, legs hanging off the edge with just the pull of gravity ready to send him tumbling. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and let go.

And with a sudden tug, he was dragged back onto the tower by his hood.

He screamed, images forming in his mind of white masks and axes. He knew he wasn’t allowed to die, he wasn’t, he was going to be in so much trouble, it was stupid of him to even try and take that agency, so stupid, he'd broken out already and Tommy needed to accept that he was just a fucking plaything, and-

“Tommy?” Oh. Quackity. Her voice, unsteady and exhausted sounding, brought him back to reality as she let out a string of Spanish profanities under her breath.

Tommy mumbled some incomprehensible mess of syllables under his breath, only to be distracted when he was pulled into a tight hug. He could feel half-soaked lace, and realised Big Q was probably still in her pyjamas. His face flushed red in shame. That was all he could do, fucking ruin everything.

“Why are you up here all alone, especially in the rain?” Quackity's voice was weirdly soft, and Tommy got the vague sickness in his chest being treated like a child gave him. “I'd- I'd thought-“

“I was going to kill myself.” The words came out emotionlessly, numbly. “The fuck did you think I’d be doing?”

“I don’t know! I thought he'd got you!”

“Well, maybe I wish he would!” Tommy shouted, before covering his mouth in shock. “I- I mean-“

Instintively, Quackity shrunk away from him, curling up. The confident facade of maturity vanished, replaced with a familiar, primal fear, for just a second. “I… is it that bad? Staying here? I just wanted to keep you safe, after that- after he-“

“I just. I don’t like being treated like I’m made of glass. I guess.” Tommy looked at the concrete. “I mean, Dream would treat me like a fuckin' little kid, but he at least didn’t treat me like I was some fucking precious china that'd break if you looked at it wrong. ‘Course, that was because he preferred to beat the shit out of me, but… honestly? I just- I really just wanna be treated like a person. And- Big Q, you’re almost like a sister, right? I mean, you've got that thing goin' on with Wil-“

“What thing? The only “things” Wilbur has ever done are invent new methods of abandoning people without a second thought.” Quackity seethed.

“I mean, y’know, but like- it’s like, I mean, you basically are like an older sister, right? And you’ve always been, ‘cept for when you weren’t a girl yet.” Tommy furrowed his brow. “Though, I mean you were a girl, we just didn’t know it I guess? Anyway, I mean. I just. When I left that bunker, when Tubbo- well, he’s busy now, but- fuck, I just thought, you knew what he was like. And you wouldn’t- you’d understand, and you’d treat me like a human being if I hid here.”

Quackity looked at her hands for a long, long time. “I'm… I'm using the people I love again, aren’t I? I'd thought…”

“You’re not using me, you’re just being a prick. You haven’t made me do anything.”

“I don’t mean, like, fucking making you work the casino or whatever, God no. I’ve got employees to underpay.” The crooked grin she gave after that made Tommy unsure whether she was joking or not. “But… fuck. I’ve been using you to make myself feel like a better person. Like I’d- I'd-“

“It’s fine, big woman.”

“It's not! Like, Tommy, man, you tried to kill yourself! You shouldn’t be the one consoling me, that’s fucked up. That’s- I- I-“

“It’s fine. It’s not like I’m gonna ever get to die properly anyway.” The words came out much more bitter than he meant it to.

They sat there in silence, neither managing to soothe the other after all.

[birbmonster]

Part 1 of screaming msm headcanons into the endless void of chaos and fandoms that is tumblr

Gonna have to explain this best as I can

Anyways, this one is about the basics of modern monster society

Firstly, all monsters are species, expect for Legendaries and Celestials. Wil touch more on those guys in a different one prob.

However, the epic variants of some species, like Kaynas, are so rare that there’s often only one existing at a time. Each species has anywhere from a few hundred to a few thousand individuals, with the amounts of rares varying between species.

Like the monster handlers said that one time, the islands are waaaay bigger than they appear in-game. Most monsters on each island live in the castle, and inside it’s like a luxurious hotel/apartment building, with rooms of various sizes for everyone and various public spaces. However, a few might live outside the castle in other buildings, usually when there’s no room left for them.

They don’t sing all the time. They actually only do the song once or twice a day depending on the island, and also depending on the island is the time they do it. For example, Cold Island prefers to do it the moment the sun sets, Plant Island in the middle of the day when it’s warm and sunny, ect, just whatever time fits the vibe of the song.

Monsterlings do go to school. They learn the usual stuff, math, writing, history, but there’s also a lot of emphasis put on learning about as many species as possible.

There’s no defined ‘ruler’ of any of the islands as of right now (expect tribal, wait a second). Desciscions are made as a community and when an island-specific tradition, social norm, or law pops up or can end up staying for hundreds of years completely unchanged, until everyone just forgets why it’s even there in the first place.

The only expection to this is Tribal Island, which always has a chief that’s usually voted on.

There were, however, relatively short periods on history where islands did have leaders. For example, Fire Haven was ruled by a Kayna named Dawn when it was first founded after the cataclysm, and Magical Sanctum might’ve had some sort of Enchantling ruler at one point.

The monster world is generally super peaceful, with far fewer historical records of things like wars happening.

There is an economy in existence. Round, gold coins are used as the main currency, while the Pocket Dimension Islands (Magical Sanctum and Ethereal Island) use Shards.

All monsters are able to speak to each other and are fully sentient. They age at about the same rate as humans, though actual lifespan may be anywhere from 60-100 years depending on the species.

There’s no such thing as having a biological sex. Monsterlings are simply referred to with they/them pronouns until they’re old enough to figure it out. But there’s sometimes… questionable… parents who try to decide for their kids. Not cool 😤

As for breeding, it works quite similar to how it does in-game, with inter species cross-breeding creating children of a new species with the right elements.

However, though it’s not shown in-game, sometimes the breeding structure may malfunction and create direct hybrids, which look like an actual blend of their parents species. But these are a VERY, and I mean VERY rare happening, so there’s no way a hybrid could go under the radar anywhere.

And lastly, a bit about etiquette: when your talking to someone, and you need to say their name, but don’t know it yet because you just met them, it’s best to just replace it with species name, and they’ll usually just tell you. It’s considered a bit rude to ask “what are you?” and similar enquiries about someone’s species.

That’s all for now, I need sleep

[crossnamara]

at my core i am a dog without a job to do. i cant comfort, i cant protect, i cant kill. i cant even be a lapdog because i cant love right. people still like dogs, even when theyre pathetic. but not when they bite. not when they destroy everything because theyre scared. at what point is it too much. at what point do i just need to be put down

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Egotober 2023 Day 26: Howling Mad

Summary: Silver’s doing a patrol and answers the wrong call.

Prompt: Werewolf

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

It was a weekend and Silver’s turn for a late night patrol. He was around Barnum park when he heard something. A low, deep howl that made Silver’s skin crawl.

In one moment he was outside the park, and then he saw something. Not physically in front of him but a flash of blue that happened the moment he blinked his eyes. When he opened his eyes he was in the park and there was a pair of glowing pink eyes in the darkness of the trees.

“Uh,” Silver said as he began to float off the ground but the thing in the shadows lunged at him.

At first Silver thought it was a bear, it was certainly big enough. But after dodging it, Silver realized it was more like a large wolf. It looked strong and big enough to rip a car apart.

And its fur was pink.

On either side of the werewolf were two smaller dogs. Silver could only call it a “werewolf” because it definitely wasn’t a wolf and what else was it supposed to be? The smaller dogs looked like golden labs taken over by shadow, red eyes and hackles raised.

Dark’s hellhounds.

“What do we have here?”

Silver turned to see Dark standing behind him. Effectively trapping Silver between himself and the pink werewolf.

Dark’s head tilted as he looked past Silver and at the werewolf. The pink werewolf’s tail began wagging in excitement.

A gleaming, moonlight-colored aura came over Dark. He looked a little alarmed before he disappeared suddenly standing in front of the wolf and Dark was different.

The demon had turned to look more feminine. A trailing smoky purple dress with what looked like fur along the v-neck of the dress. Her hair was short and jet black, with more red in her aura.

Dark looked down at her herself and rolled her eyes.

Her hand slowly moved up to the large canine-like face.

“Oh, Wil, if you wanted attention you knew where I was,” Dark smiled as she scratched under the werewolf’s chin.

Wilford made a deep chuffing-like noise as he leaned into her hand.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous sometimes,” Dark said but she had a half smile on her face and continued scratching his chin.

Silver slowly slowly tried to back up but Wilford growled and bared his teeth at Silver.

“Woah, woah,” Silver said as he held his hands up. “Obviously you two are in the middle of something, I can go.”

Dark whispered something to Wilford and the werewolf shot out after Silver. The pink werewolf was roaring and the two hellhounds followed after him.

The demon smiled as she waited for Wilford to either drag the hero back kicking and screaming, or come back on his own.

Silver would get away, being able to fly but not before Wilford snagged his cape with his teeth.

Silver’s cape quick-released and Silver shot off into the sky. Whatever was going on, the hero wasn’t sure he wanted anything to do with it. It seemed less illegal and more like a date night thing to him.

The hellhounds disappeared back into the Void and Wilford headed back to Dark, black and white cape in his teeth.

Dark scratched behind his ears. “Completely ridiculous.”

Wilford leaned into the touch.

Then Dark leaned up and kissed Wilford on the side of his head. Immediately turning him back into a human person.

”You’ve saved me, Darkling,” Wilford walked over to her and wrapped his arms around the demon.

“Where’d your clothes go?” Dark asked.

“The transformation took them,” Wilford smiled. “You’ve saved me.”

Dark opened up a portal. “Yes, let’s go dear. And stay out of my cursed books, you might not actually like the next one you come across.

Wilford chuckled as he followed her back into the Manor, staying close behind her.

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Into the Lion’s Den

Written with @vampyr-starr

Read on ao3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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Tommy was in the middle of a forest.

Odd, considering he’d never seen more than five natural trees in the same general area before. 

He looked around, hearing the wind whisper through the leaves, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He swallowed, searching for any signs of life.

“Oi! Anyone out there?” He shouted, walking through the endless grove. No answer was given to him, though Tommy was now suddenly aware that he was now being watched. 

What?

Hair still standing on end, Tommy whirled around, looking through the trees. “Can anyone hear me?!” 

Silence.

Silence.

…

A hushed gasp.

“Tommy…” It called, a vague sense of desperation in its voice. Tommy jumped away, feeling his heartbeat suddenly shoot up to levels that were definitely unhealthy. Thistles grew in a rough circle around him in response to the shock of fear, but Tommy absolutely could not bring himself to care.

“Who’s there?!” He demanded, nails digging lines into his palm. He could feel the light feeling of blood trickling down his fingers, but it didn’t seem like it mattered right now.

“Tommy… Tommy…” The voice murmured, sounding more and more anguished. 

“What the hell do you want?!” Tommy’s voice cracked as he screamed at the watching void around him.

“Tommy… Save us.” 

Tommy stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“Save us… save us…” The trees were beginning to pick up speed with the wind, groaning as they bent. 

“Save you from what?” Tommy asked, the trees around him growing vines in response to his panic. 

“Tommy… save us…” The voice cut off suddenly, the wind picking up to near hurricane-level speeds. If anything other than Tommy was alive in that forest, it wasn't anymore, almost certainly being swept away by the wind. Shielding his eyes, Tommy grit his teeth, dropping to his knees to steady himself. Suddenly, every tree in the forest crashed down.

With a scream, Tommy woke up.

“Hey- hey, you good, man?” Tommy gasped, sitting up and looking around the room, seeing walls and wood floors in place of forestry, and hearing Wilbur’s voice instead of some creepy forest ghost. He met Wilbur’s eyes, his brother looking legitimately worried. 

Tommy swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Just a bad dream, y’know.” 

As his eyes adjusted to the real world, he noticed a suitcase on the floor, half filled with t-shirts, pants, and packs of extra batteries. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, pointing to it. “What’s that?”

Wilbur cast a glance over to the bag, shrugging. “Phil said we’re going on a week-long trip. Apparently it was some kind of summer vacation surprise.”

“Pretty terrible surprise, if you ask me.” Tommy scoffed. “And what’s with all the batteries?” 

“Phil says we’re not allowed to bring phones or anything, so I need batteries for my Walkman.”

“He’s forcing you to dig up that old-ass piece of technology?” Tommy asked with an eye roll. “It’s practically a fossil.”

Wilbur elbowed Tommy in the shoulder as he stood up, causing his brother to yelp and toss a pillow at him. 

“You better get packed too, Phil says we’re leaving at noon.” Wilbur advised, going back to packing his bag. Tommy looked over at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was already 9:30. With a dramatic sigh, he rolled out of bed, grabbing a duffel bag from their closet. 

“Where could Phil even want to take us? He’s not the type for camps or anything actually fun.” Tommy muttered as he began to pack.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’ll surprise us.” Wilbur offered. “Maybe it’s actually a ruse and he’s taking us out to the middle of the forest to kill us and make it look like we ran away.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “You listen to too much true crime stuff. If it were me on those shows, I would just simply not be killed.”

“It helps you be prepared, dumbass.”

“Oh, look at me, I'm Wil-bah and I listen to stories about people getting offed because I'm a paranoid old ma- HEY!” Tommy coughed as Wilbur playfully whacked him in the side with his bag, laughing.

“I am not a paranoid old man. I’ll meet you downstairs, we should eat before we go.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tommy said, sticking his tongue out at Wilbur as he left the room. He got to thinking about his dream again, the haunting cries of “Save us” stuck in his brain, still chilling him to the bone. Who needed him? Was it someone real, or just weird dream stuff? Tommy was not one for discussions like that, and shoved off those thoughts to the best of his ability while packing his bag. 

Getting his things together didn’t take as long as he’d first thought, as it turned out, and he was done before an hour had passed. Before he knew it, his things were in the trunk of the car, and he was in the backseat behind Phil. Never one for silence, Tommy began what ended up being a very lengthy monologue about how he would ask out a woman. No one else really listened, Tommy could see Wilbur had headphones in for half of it, but he really didn't care very much. He was probably annoying Phil, and that thought made him grin. After about five hours, Phil turned onto a gravel road surrounded by thick birch trees.

"We're not far now." He said. 

“You never really told us where we were off to.” Wilbur pointed out.

Phil paused, then sighed. “I was sort of putting off telling you guys. I knew you wouldn’t be happy.”

Warning bells immediately sounded in Tommy’s mind. “Where are we going?”

“Well-... it’s like a doctor.” Phil admitted.

“What?!” Wilbur nearly hit the car roof with how high he jumped in his seat. 

“It’s not just a doctor!” Phil quickly added. “It’s like a camp, a school, and a hospital all in one.”

“We’re not sick though!” Wilbur yelled, anger flooding into his voice. “Phil- what is this?” 

“Wilbur- I know you think that. But you are.” Phil sounded downtrodden, like he was resigned to this conclusion no matter what. “You can’t control your powers, and Tommy can’t either. You’re going to hurt someone if you can’t get this under control.” 

“So you send us off to jail without telling us?!” Tommy jumped in, just as enraged as Wilbur was. “Are you insane?!”

“I’m trying to be a good father here.” Phil snapped. “I don’t know what to do with you two anymore.”

“Oh, so you just ship us off to God knows where! Fantastic!” Wilbur growled. Tommy noticed that the dense trees on the side of the road were leaning in closer to them, and sparks were starting to fly from Wilbur’s fingertips. Phil apparently noticed these things too, speeding up the car.

“This wasn't a snap decision, you know. I’ve already paid for three months of care. You’re going, end of discussion.”

“But Phil-” Tommy interjected.

“END OF DISCUSSION.” Phil shouted, gritting his teeth. Wilbur fell back in his seat, looking more irritated than Tommy had ever seen in his life. Not that he blamed him at all, thoughts ran through Tommy’s head about what this place could possibly be. A prison or an asylum? Or maybe it was like the comics, and they were going to an actual school for superheroes. Tommy doubted it though. What kind of school didn’t have any advertising anywhere at all and was located in the middle of nowhere? If he couldn’t scream, Tommy opted to seethe in silence, trying to focus and grow a pussywillow bush inside of Phil’s car engine. He could probably do it. Maybe. If he tried hard enough.

After ten hellishly long minutes, the trees began to clear, and several concrete buildings came into view. They looked like guard stations, which made Tommy’s blood run cold. Guards were either there to keep others out or people in, and by the location, it didn’t look like a lot of people were stumbling upon this place. The buildings got larger, storage trailers, then what looked like dormitories, then finally the centerpiece of it all: a huge stone building, at least five stories tall. The sign in front was painted a faded green, and read

The Exdee Foundation for Powered Adolescents

Training up youth since 1973

Tommy felt sick.

“Here we are.” Phil muttered, parking the car on the side of the road. There wasn’t a parking lot here, which immediately struck Tommy as strange. Where did the employees park? Where were the other cars? He looked around, trying to make sense of this place as Wilbur continued to give Phil a death stare. Phil shot him one right back as he unlocked the trunk to get out the boys' bags. 

“Hello there!” Tommy jumped, turning around to see a man wearing a lab coat over a dress shirt with a green tie. He was grinning much wider than was normal for the average person, it sent a chill down Tommy’s spine. Phil, however, seemed to be more apathetic than unnerved as he shook the man’s hand. 

“Hey there. You’re the doctor they said we’d meet, yeah?”

Wilbur and Tommy shot each other a look of astonishment, how long had Phil been planning this? 

The man in the lab coat nodded. “Yeah, I'm the head of the center.” He turned to the boys with the same strange grin. “You can call me Dream.”

“Stupid name if you ask me.” Tommy muttered, earning him a muffled laugh from Wilbur and an elbow in the arm from Phil. The man–Dream’s–smile didn’t let up.

“It’s alright, I know how the new arrivals can be. I’ve seen worse.” He gave Phil what could be classified as a knowing look, and Phil smiled weakly in return. “And I assume you’ve all gotten your chances to say goodbye?”

Tommy paused, looking back to Phil. "Aren't you supposed to come in with us?" 

Phil nodded, much to Tommy's surprise. "I thought I'd be seeing more of the place."

"Well- we try to keep interaction with parents to a minimum in there." Dream explained. "It can be upsetting to other patients." 

Phil nodded, Tommy glanced at Wilbur and saw that his brows were furrowed in concern and near shock, he met Tommy's eyes and shook his head. 

"I'm not going in there." He announced, crossing his arms. 

Phil sighed. "Wilbur, I'm not taking you home."

"I will walk home if I have to!" Wilbur shouted, backing away. "I'm not going in there!" 

"Wilbur, you won't make it past the treeline." Dream interjected calmly. "The guards will catch you, and your welcome here won't be as pleasant as it should be." 

"Are you threatening me?!" Wilbur hissed, suddenly stepping closer to Dream and pushing him back.

"Wilbur!" Phil grabbed him, pulling him back and down to his level. "You're going to this school. You will do whatever this man asks of you. You're going to get better here, Wilbur."  

"Like hell I will!" Tommy watched in horror as Wilbur pushed away from his father, taking off running for the trees. Phil nearly started to run after him, but Dream stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

"Don't bother. He'll be back soon." 

Phil nodded, trying to hide how much he was seething. "I'm so sorry about him. I hope he doesn't keep giving you trouble."

"In my experience, they both will. But that's alright." Dream laughed. "They always learn." 

Tommy quickly looked back to where Wilbur had run, and he was nowhere to be seen. Truth be told, even though every muscle in his body was screaming at him to run, to get away from whatever the hell this place was, he couldn't move. It was like a nightmare, one he couldn't wake up from. His throat was too dry to talk, and he bet that the slightest gust of wind could knock him over. Phil and Dream shook hands with a smile, and the next thing Tommy knew, he was watching his father get back in his car and drive away. 

Tommy swallowed hard. He hadn't even said goodbye.

A hand clapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump. He looked up to see Dream's steady smile, still too wide to be real. All his teeth perfectly straight white chiclets, a grin from a nightmare. 

"While we wait for your brother, I'll show you around. How does that sound, Tommy?" Dream asked. 

Still too scared to talk, Tommy nodded, picking up his and Wilbur's duffel bags. Dream led him towards the front doors, keeping his hand on his shoulder.

"We'll take your bags to be checked first, then they'll be taken to your rooms." Dream explained. "You'll have a roommate, by the way." 

Tommy's heart jumped and he swallowed, finally somewhat ready to ask a question. 

"Can it be Wilbur?" 

Dream laughed, shaking his head. "You'll be in different sections of the facility. His power is pyrokinesis, correct?"

Tommy wrinkled his nose. "His power is what?" 

"Pyrokinesis." Dream repeated with another small laugh, it made Tommy feel a little stupid, like he should know it already. "It means that he can control fire."

"Oh. Then yeah." Tommy nodded.

"He'll be staying with the other psychokinetics, and you'll be in the NK group." 

"NK?" Tommy asked, feeling so lost. 

"Not kinetic. So many patients here can move something with their minds, so we divided the facility between them and those whose power is something different." Dream explained. 

"Do we still get to see each other?" Tommy asked.

"If you're well behaved and earn privileges, you'll get more unstructured free time outside and be able to see him." 

Something clicked in Tommy's brain, and he rolled his eyes. "You're gonna use him as a reward for me, aren't you?" 

Dream raised an eyebrow, his face darkening for just a moment, his glittering teeth seeming more sinister than before. "Well, would that work on you?" 

Tommy thought for a moment but kept his mouth shut, deciding that not answering was the best course of action. Dream seemed satisfied with the silence, leading him into a door labeled "Staff only". 

"What are we doing in here?" Tommy asked, looking back as the door swung shut. 

"Just a bag check and shower, standard procedure here so no one hurts anyone else or causes a lice infestation." Dream stated. It sounded simple enough to Tommy, though the shower part made him nervous. He was not keen on taking off his clothes in some weird school in the middle of nowhere, even if it was just to shower. Dream led him to a table with two attendants behind it, taking Wilbur's bag with Tommy's and setting both on the table. 

"They'll take your bags to your room after this, and the shower is just through this door." Dream explained, still as calm as ever. Before Tommy could go inside however, Dream snapped his fingers, as if he'd just remembered something. He grabbed a folded set of clothes and a towel from beside the bag inspection table, handing them to Tommy.

"Change into these after your shower, we'll have your clothes washed for later." He instructed. Even more confused now, Tommy nodded, taking the clothes. Dream smiled, opening the door to the showers for Tommy. 

"Try not to take too long!" Dream said in a lighthearted tone, closing the door. 

"...Weirdo." Tommy muttered after a pause. He took a look around, there was a row of ten showers lined up against the wall, a porcelain wall a few inches thick divided each shower for privacy. A thin curtain, looking like it was covered in mildew, could be pulled in front if someone else was in the room. Lice shampoo and old bars of soap sat on the stands in the shower, Tommy grimaced in mild disgust, but it was nothing he hadn't seen before at a summer camp or a school locker room. At least there wasn't anyone in here. 

Tommy waited to take his clothes off until he was in the shower stall, safe from any creeps who might be watching somehow. He hadn't seen any cameras in here, but he didn't trust anyone or anything in this place farther than he could throw them. Pulling the curtain shut, Tommy pushed his clothes out of the shower, and pressed a button to turn on the water. 

It was practically antarctic levels of cold.

Tommy yelped as he jumped back, a sharp pain going through his shoulder as he accidentally slammed into the wall. Hissing in pain, he moved as far away from the freezing water as he could, looking for any way to change the temperature. It was then he realized that unlike most showers, this one didn't have a dial to make the water hotter, just a small metal button. 

"Damnit." Tommy cursed, wondering why anyone in their right mind would make a shower like this. The way he was positioned, pressed against the back wall, he’d have to go through the water again to get out anyway. With a groan, Tommy quickly dipped his hair into the harsh stream of water, hopefully getting it wet enough to fool Dream into thinking he’d taken an actual shower. He decided to forgo the shampoo, he knew there was no way he had lice, and he did not want to stay in the icy shower from hell any longer than he had to. Gritting his teeth, Tommy darted through the water, trying to ignore the freezing pinpricks. Sliding to a stop outside the shower, he quickly grabbed his towel, drying off as best he could. He looked at his old clothes he’d left on the ground, only now realizing that the water had trickled out of the shower, soaking them. 

“The universe hates me personally and I hope it stubs its toe on lava.” Tommy muttered harshly, grabbing the clothes Dream had given him and pulling the white t-shirt over his head. The fabric felt cheap, like they hadn’t even had the budget to buy good boring shirts in bulk. The sweatpants and jacket felt much the same, and Tommy rolled his eyes. Scratching at the tag that rubbed at the back of his neck, he dried his hair off as best he could, grabbed the damp baseball shirt and jeans from the floor, and walked out. 

Tommy was greeted by Dream, still standing outside the door and still smiling that creepy as hell smile. 

"Glad to see you're cooperating! Just one more thing, then we'll be on our way."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "What thing?"

"It's nothing to worry about. Just put your clothes in the bin and follow me." 

Suspicious, Tommy did so, keeping an eye out for anyone with a needle. If this thing involved shots, Tommy was 100% out. 

Dream led him to a plastic chair in front of a mirror, and gestured for Tommy to sit. Tommy did not. 

"What's going on here?" He asked, backing away.

Dream sighed. "Just standard procedure here, a safety precaution to stop the spread of lice."

"I don't have lice!" Tommy shouted, hands flinging to his hair in defense, quickly walking back to where he came from, when he was stopped by another doctor. 

“Even if you don’t, we can never be too careful.” Dream said. "Now, sit down before anything bad has to happen."

Tommy sized the doctor up, and noticed the taser and what looked like a baton strapped to his side, as well as a pouch marked with a red cross. Tommy swallowed, slowly inching toward the chair, Dream encouraging him with a strange smile. He managed to sit down, his foot tapping the floor, were they just going to inspect him? He’d had that happen a few times at school. He’d be fine with that, he actually enjoyed the lice inspections at school. The second doctor walked up behind him and Tommy felt physical repulsion once he brandished a pair of hair clippers. He stared at Dream, begging for him to advocate that he was lice free. 

“Don’t! I don’t have lice!” Tommy shouted, trying to guard his head. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this. 

Dream’s smile turned into a frown, which was somehow more disturbing than his constant smiling. His features twisted strangely because of it, like a very terrible waxy painting. “Tommy, there’s no need to be difficult. We only want everyone to be safe, specifically, we want you to be safe and comfortable, and trust me, lice is not comfortable.” 

Tommy swallowed hard, he glanced in the mirror. Maybe he wouldn’t look too bad without hair. He stilled himself and nodded. “Sorry.” 

Dream’s face returned to a grin. “Fantastic! We can go quick, our friendly doctor is an expert.” 

It was over quickly, but it was painful. Dream was an ugly liar, this doctor seemed like he'd never cut hair before in his life. Phil used to cut Tommy and Wilbur’s hair, and this was nothing like it. The clippers were dull, but cut when the doctor pressed down too hard on Tommy’s head, they didn’t even clip all of his hair the shortest it could go first, they just tried to shave it all away. Tommy tried to look away from the mirror, trying to focus on anything else other than his hair slowly falling to the floor and blood trickling from his scalp. Dream, however, had other plans. He shook his head and walked up to Tommy, took his head in his hands, standing behind him, and forcing him to look forward into the glass. 

“If you close your eyes, we’ll have to force them open.” Dream hissed, the first hint of darkness Tommy had heard truly come from him.

Tommy nodded, but the pain from several cuts all over his head hurt like nothing else. Soon though, it was over, as if it had never happened, the hair on the ground didn’t even look like Tommy’s. Dream cleaned up any blood and ruffled his hand over the peach fuzz blonde over Tommy’s head. 

“Lice free indeed.” Dream smiled brightly, his white teeth glimmering like diamonds in the artificial lighting. “How do you feel, Tommy?” 

Tommy felt the weight in that question. “I feel… better than before.” 

"Perfect." Dream smiled. "Now, let's go meet your roommate!" 

He walked out of a door to their right, and Tommy followed hesitantly. They were in a hallway, one that didn't go very far before it led to two doors on opposite walls. Dream led him through the left one, scanning a key card to open it, and Tommy blinked as pure white walls all but blinded him. Evenly spaced doors lined each wall, no color or personality anywhere to be found. Tommy could hear the faint sounds of talking from inside some of the rooms, at least there weren't any sounds of torture or screaming, yet. Dream stopped at the seventh door on the right, knocking. 

"Come in!" The voice inside chirped, sounding rather cheerful. Tommy couldn't hide a scowl, the last thing he needed was some sunshine-and-rainbows roommate telling him that everything would be fine. Because it wouldn't. Nothing would be fine as long as he was in this place.

Dream opened the door to show Tommy a white room with a bed and a desk on each wall, a door leading to a bathroom, and a boy with closely cut brown hair sitting on a bed, playing with what appeared to be a snap circuit toy for kids. 

"Tubbo, meet your new roommate. This is Tommy." Dream gestured to Tommy. The boy on the bed smiled, getting up. 

"Nice to meet you!"

Tommy shot him a glare. "Hi."

"Your bag will be here shortly." Dream explained. "Until then, I'll let you two get to know each other." 

Tubbo nodded, Tommy just moved into the room with one last glare shot towards Dream for good measure. The farther away he was from this creep, the better. With one last smile, Dream shut the door.

"So, what's your power?" Tubbo asked, sitting back down on his bed.

"What's it to you?" Tommy responded in a harsh tone, crossing his arms.

"Just wanted to know. Mine is that anything I dream, it becomes real." 

That snapped Tommy out of his bad mood, blinking in shock.

"You can what?"

"Yeah!" Tubbo exclaimed. "I've dreamed up a lot of stuff, it scares the doctors sometimes." 

"...And I gotta share a room with you?" Tommy asked, suddenly a little nervous. 

"Oh, I don't sleep in here. Once a week, I go and sleep in my own spot in the doctor's area so it's safe." Tubbo explained.

"What about the rest of the time?" 

Tubbo laughed, it sounded slightly forced. “I don’t sleep the rest of the time.”

“What?!” Tommy wrinkled his nose in a strange sort of surprise. Tubbo laughed again, nodding.

“Yeah, they give me some pills every night, and I’m good for a week or two. Pretty cool, huh?”

Tommy stared at him blankly, confused and shocked. 

“...What the hell?”

“What?”

“You have to realize there’s something fucked up about what you just said, right?” 

Tubbo paused, then just shrugged. "Sure. I think it's almost time for dinner, I'll show you where it is."

"I'm staying here. I want my bag." Tommy said, crossing his arms and sitting down on his bed.

"They'll just leave it in here, and you're going to want food. Come on!" Tubbo got up, motioning for Tommy to follow, and left the room. After a few moments of debating whether or not to follow him, Tommy grumbled to himself, getting up and following Tubbo out. 

Tubbo led them down a long hallway lined with more doors that eventually spat them out into a huge room, painted white like everything else in this place. Couches and chairs sat along the walls, a couple dozen kids who looked anywhere from six to close to adulthood sat around, talking to each other. Some of the younger ones lay on the floor, reading picture books or coloring, while others played a game of what appeared to be tag. Everyone wore the same outfit of a white shirt, gray sweatpants, and had their head shaved. 

Tubbo elbowed Tommy, breaking him out of his trance. "I've got someone I want you to meet."

"They a weirdo too?" Tommy asked, a small laugh in his voice. Tubbo nodded.

"Everyone here is."

Tubbo walked over to a couch in the farthest corner of the room, where one boy sat. He was tall, even when seated, he looked like he was well over six feet. His shaved hair was dark, he looked at the floor like he was having a staring contest with it, and he gripped a notebook, not looking at or attempting to interact with anyone else. Tubbo sat next to him, and the boy didn't react. Tubbo didn't seem to care.

"This is Ranboo. He's not much of a talker, but he's nice when he's in the mood." 

The dark haired boy glanced up at Tommy and promptly looked back down, looking like a scared rabbit. Tommy wrinkled his nose.

"Why doesn't he talk?" 

"One of his treatments in TC. He doesn't like to talk about it." Tubbo explained. 

"Huh. What's TC?" Tommy asked.

To his surprise, Ranboo opened his notebook to the first page, showed it to Tommy, and tapped a sentence written in shaky cursive that Tommy had to squint to read.

"TC: the treatment center. Some of us call it trauma central."

Tommy laughed, slapping his knee. There was no way a place nicknamed 'trauma central' could exist in here, even if it did look terrible.

"Oh yeah, hilarious, let's show this to the new guy, freak him out more. Real fuckin' funny." 

Tubbo laughed a little. "That's not a joke." 

Ranboo nodded, and slowly, Tommy stopped laughing. 

"You're, uh- you're serious?" 

Ranboo nodded again, Tubbo leaned back against the couch.

"Everyone in here has some experience in TC, and it's not nice. We don't bring it up, and no one talks about their experience if they can help it." 

Tommy took in the statement, a deep sense of dread settling in his stomach. Something inside him twisted, like his insides had been replaced with snakes, wriggling around and moving against each other over and over again. 

"Does everyone go to the TC?" 

"Everyone does at some point. You might not for another few days, they have to do some tests, make sure no one was lying about your power, and that you don't have any huge medical issues or anything. Easy enough." Tubbo explained this like he was talking about applying for a job and not being tested at a government facility that definitely wasn't legal. The snakes that had been winding around each other in Tommy's stomach began tying knots, and before he could stop himself, vines crept up from the floor, tying themselves to his feet. A growling noise of frustration escaped from the back of his throat, and he tried to think of ways to hide it before someone noticed.

Unfortunately, someone did.

Tubbo gasped, pointing at it as Tommy hastily tried to break the vines and just sit down. "That's cool! I've always wanted to see plants like that." He commented happily. 

Ranboo opened his book, quickly writing something down and turning the book to Tommy.

"They're beautiful. I like the flowers."

"There aren't flowers on the vines, you- uh…" Tommy's voice trailed off as he looked at his feet, only to see bright pink flowers blooming from the vines. This was a rare occurrence. 

Ranboo wrote something else down in his book. "Can you grow alliums?" 

"Of course I can, I could grow anything I wanted to." Tommy said defensively, though unsure. His ability to summon plants was shaky during stressful situations, and he didn't want to look like an idiot in front of the people he'd just met. 

"Can I have one? They're my favorite." Ranboo wrote, actually looking a little hopeful. He'd stopped staring at the floor, and a small smile threatened to come to his lips.

Tommy paused, then nodded. "Fine, yeah, if it makes you happy." He closed his eyes, focusing on the palm of his hand, and thought hard about alliums. Their shape, their size, their color, every detail he could think of. Soon enough, he felt a familiar pressure on his hand, and heard a gasp from Tubbo. 

When he opened his eyes, three gigantic, gorgeous alliums had sprouted from his palm. Ranboo looked overjoyed, more alive than ever, and Tubbo looked like Tommy had just done a neat party trick.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm the best." Tommy grinned, digging the roots from his hand as painlessly as he could manage, and handing each of them one. "Enjoy the gifts of Big T!"

“Hey!” Tommy saw Ranboo drop his eyes and Tubbo turn quickly to look behind Tommy as they heard a new voice. Tommy glanced back, seeing an orderly approaching them, looking less than pleased.

“What?” He asked, scowling at the interruption.

“Doing things like… that in the rec room is prohibited.” The orderly said, scowling right back at Tommy.

“Tough luck, what are you going t-”

A harsh slap hit Tommy’s face before he even knew what happened, and despite the fact he wasn’t some stick thin kid who the wind could knock over, he went tumbling to the ground, his vision swimming with tears. Breathing raggedly, he blinked them back, trying to get his bearings. He’d been in schoolyard fights before, but nothing had ever rendered him speechless and motionless with just one hit. He waited for people to shout, to scream, maybe attack the man with one of their powers- but nothing. No one seemed to care. Not even Tubbo and Ranboo, Tommy noticed, who had already handed the orderly their flowers. Making sure any remaining tears wouldn’t spill from his eyes, Tommy sat up, getting to his feet and cupping his face.

“Give me the flower.” The orderly demanded, malice in his voice.

“Or what?” Tommy asked, hating the slight wobble in his voice. The orderly just raised an eyebrow, extending a hand to accept the flower. After about a ten second standoff, Tommy finally looked away, handing the flower to the man. He simply walked out of the room, taking the flowers with him. Tommy whirled around, facing his new friends, rage filling his chest.

“Why didn’t you do anything?!” He shouted, flinging his arm out for emphasis. Ranboo flinched (Absolute pussy, Tommy thought), but Tubbo stood his ground, looking apologetic but calm.

“Fighting back doesn’t do anything but get you hurt.” He explained in a sensible tone that Tommy hated.

“You can’t just let them do that to us!”

Tubbo shrugged. “It’s how I’m still alive.”

Before Tommy could reply, a buzzer rang out from the wall, and the kids who’d been talking or playing got up and formed a line by a set of large double doors. Ranboo got up, walking over and doing the same, as Tubbo led Tommy over.

“Look, the thing about this place is that if you fight back, you will pay for it.” 

“Obviously.” Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Not just that. I had this one roommate who wouldn’t stop fighting, and the doctors zapped him to death in the rec room.” Tubbo explained, his calm tone never changing as he and everyone else entered yet another white room, this time one with rows of lunch tables. Everyone took a seat as Tommy tried to take Tubbo’s words in.

“They-they just killed him? In front of everyone?”

Tubbo nodded. “That’s what I heard. I used to have another friend who read minds, and she said they burned his body that afternoon.” 

“What the hell- what is wrong with this place?!” Tommy exclaimed, attempting to get up. Tubbo pulled him right back down, shushing him.

“We’re not even supposed to be talking right now. You’re lucky the food’s not here.”

Tommy snorted. “What, do I get slapped again?”

“You get solitary.”

Tommy’s face dropped. “As in, like-”

“Yeah.” Tubbo said quickly, then promptly shut up as plates of penne noodles with ground beef haphazardly thrown on top were set in front of each of them. When Tommy got his plate, he inspected it, making sure no pills or anything were hidden inside, before eating. He noticed how behind he seemed, even with his thirty second pause, everyone else seemed to be almost done by the time he got started. By the time he was halfway finished with his plate, it was grabbed out from under him by someone behind his chair. He whipped around, ready to tell them off, consequences be damned, but when he looked into their eyes… something made the words die in his throat. He slowly turned back around, looking at Tubbo, who shrugged and mouthed what looked like “Powers”.

Everyone got up, walking back out to the rec room and out into the long bedroom hallway. Tubbo was the exception, turning to walk out another door. 

“Where are you going?” Tommy called out, pausing in the rec room.

“I get to sleep tonight!” Tubbo responded cheerfully. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Oh… bye.” Tommy smiled slightly, walking back out to his room. It seemed so lonely now, devoid of any laughter or speech or personality. He closed the door, seeing that his bag had indeed been dropped off. He ran to it excitedly, digging through it, but his heart sank as he only found white shirts, gray sweatpants, underwear, and another jacket. He pushed it off the bed, flopping onto it with a huff, closing his eyes.

He missed his brother. He really, really missed his brother. 

His dad too, as shocked as that made him. He missed Wilbur’s stupid songs, the shitty mac and cheese he always managed to burn, how he’d lock him out of their room as a joke… he’d give anything for this to be a nightmare and to wake up with Wilbur blaring some kind of folk punk music in his ear. He’d shout, Wilbur would laugh, and they’d go about their day in somewhere that wasn’t a goddamn prison. Before Tommy even realized it, tears were flowing down his cheeks, and he buried his face in the covers to hide it, even if no one was there. The tears turned to sobs, and he curled up into the pillow, muffling his broken cries. 

No one was coming.

No one was with him.

Tommy was really, truly alone.

As his sobs started to wear out his body, he tried to remember his brother’s voice. He remembered the time he’d been afraid to do a flip off the high dive in their neighborhood pool, and he remembered what Wilbur said.

“Aw, chin up king, I’ll be right here when you’re done! You can do it!”

“I hope so, Wilbur…” Tommy muttered as he slowly fell asleep. “I really, really hope so.”

[bonesandthebees]

dude now that i was thinking about stars again i decided to reread ch28 (feel free to not reply to this btw hahaha i just appreciate having a void to scream into :))) ) and oooohhhh my godddd

i thought i'd be okay since yknow it was rereading, but nope, i freaked out just the same KFJDSKJD

i even took out the pillow to scream into o77

ur writing is just SO good ughhh and the way you describe dream monologuing >>> that was the perfect villain speech

and don't even get me started on phil ohhhh my godddd, you capture the perfect balance of him being a fricken Terrifying Emperor, but also just him caring about Wilbur so so much :(( AND TECHNOOO techno in stars always makes me laugh i love him so much

i love the amount of reassuring tommy does for wilbur :(( reminding him that it's okay, he's okay, they're okay. it's okay if wilbur indulges himself, tommy has techno he doesn't need wilbur in that moment, wilbur's allowed to let himself be supported. i just-- ughhh i love them so much

i also love how phil gets to call wilbur wilbur and he Instantly just calls him "Wil" like ooohhhhfjwekf my heart i cannot handle this

i don't think i'll ever get over phil calling wilbur "little bird" they are just s o

scratch that, i dont think i'll ever get over *the whole fic*, duuuude this was just soooawjeoaiawef <333

anyways ty for indulging me, im gonna go sleep now and then go back to thinking about glass!crimeboys, glass crimeboys mean so much to me ooohhmygod, just that unexplainable trust they both have-- God. I'll go on a rant about those two later tho hehe

i've been digging back through my inbox tonight and this was so nice to read. so glad you enjoyed dream's evil villain speech, I actually had a lot of fun writing his dialogue for that one chapter lol

stars!crimeboys make me so mentally ill they are my BOYS

and stars!sandduo too ofc. god my heart. i love thinking back on that chapter because it was just the culmination of everything i'd been building up to the entire time. so so satisfying to write.

stars <33 ty for this :D

[baradesign]

Hi, I just binged As a Zora Would (Been wanting to do that for a while but life is a mess) and I just wanted to tell you I loved it so much, and I hope you will continue it someday... maybe? Please? No rush, of course. I just really, really liked all the dynamics and the way you portray the zoran culture. One of my favorite fics, no doubt. I've also seen you mention that you get inspiration from other media when you write, and one thing I've always struggle with is "stealing as an artist". If it's not too much trouble, could you tell us abou some scenes and what was the media you took inspiration from? Only if it's not a bother! 🤗

dsadsadsadsadsadsadsadssdssadsdasdadasdasdaadasd *screams into the void* You are so sweet ;w; I'm so happy that you've been liking it so much! Big praise, I swear... AND YOU ARE NOT A BOTHER AT ALL!!! Of course I can talk about that! SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO CARE!! I've already talked before about how this specific scene was inspired by Bluey's episode "onesies", but I don't think people realize just HOW MUCH. From the first time I saw that episode and the scene that ended up inspiring link's talk, I just knew that was exactly the tone I wanted to use on this specific tidbit of the story. It's actually very easy to see once you have both materials side to side!

Other two examples of me referencing existing movies are when Link and Rivan fight for real. Most of that fight I wrote while watching Hector and Achilles' fight in Troy!

And the scene where Link and Mipha emprace and sway in each other's arms while saying their farewells is based on Dumbo's scene where the little elefant goes see his mom and she cradled him.

Of course, none of these scenes are perfect 1:1 matches, which I think is the final goal when you "steal like an artist". The final scenes ended up being their own thing, but getting inspired and referencing something that aready exists is a great way giving yourself that little push you might need to find your own path! Anyway thanks for comming to my TedTalk xD I hope I was able to shine some light for you! And don't wrry, because I am 10000% continuing the fic!... I've just been kind of busy .w.U BUT IT WIL HAPPEN SOON...ISH!

[rambels-blog]

It’s been awhile since I last wrote a post, even tho I have been thinking about writing a lot which is unusual for me because I I’m not really a writer. The funny thing is tho that tumbler is the only place where I feel comfortable writing, it feels like screaming in the void nobody wil see this and if they do they won’t really interact with it.