#wybie still having a moment

[wybienova]

i think if you’re a moving company you should fucking know how to load and unload furniture and stuff. and move things. fucking hell

[valkyrieromanoff]

⚰️COSTUME MIX-UP: SAM MONROE X YOU (day 14 of 31)

synopsis:  your relationship with Sam is a secret, but a mix-up with your costumes could reveal it.

warning: none, kiss.

 a/n: Hello there, It can be read as a continuation of that oneshot about accidentally matching costumes, then I noticed that Coraline came out about 8 years after the movie, but I'll leave it as artistic freedom, hope you like it💖

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ 

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ

“Uhm, I really don’t understand why we can’t just say we’re together,” you mumbled, pouting as you carefully dotted freckles on your cheeks and nose, the final touch to your Coraline costume. The dark blue wig was already on, its strands falling messily over your eyes. You glanced at your reflection, feeling a mix of excitement and frustration bubbling inside you. “It would be so much easier if we didn’t have to sneak around.” You turned to your boyfriend, hoping he’d see things your way.

Sam was sprawled on the bed, his dark hair tousled, and he had an effortless charm as he lay there in his Wybie Lovat costume. His eyes were half-closed, but he still radiated warmth. He lifted his head lazily, the dim light casting a shadow on his face. 

“It’s not that easy,” he replied softly, the words dragging out of him like they weighed more than he wanted to admit. “Corey’s your brother, we’ve gotta ease him into it, get him used to the idea.” His voice was calm, but there was a hint of worry beneath the surface.

You sighed, the frustration creeping into your chest. The mirror reflected back not just your Coraline costume, but the growing unease between you two. “If you say so,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out sharper than you intended. You loved him, but hiding this… it was exhausting.

Sam noticed the shift immediately. He got up, padding across the room and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. His touch was comforting, familiar. “Are you mad at me?” he murmured, his voice tender, like he was afraid of pushing too hard.

You hesitated before nodding. “A little,” you admitted quietly, avoiding his gaze in the reflection.

He turned you gently, his eyes locking onto yours, full of understanding and something deeper—love. “I love you,” he whispered, as if saying it softly would make the world stop for a second. “You’re my girlfriend, I’m your boyfriend. We know that, and that’s all that matters.” 

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin as he kissed you—slow, passionate, like he was pouring all his reassurance into that moment. When he pulled away, it left you breathless. He absentmindedly grabbed a pair of gloves from the sink and stuffed them into his pocket. “See you at the party, love,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging up into a small smile as he left the room.

You stood there for a moment, your heart racing, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. Maybe he was right… maybe that was all that mattered. But you still couldn’t shake the feeling.

After a few more minutes perfecting your costume—galoshes on, yellow raincoat fastened—you grabbed your gloves and headed downstairs, your heart beating faster as the party noises filled the house.

Sam had arrived first and was already helping Corey set things up, finishing off the drinks and arranging the snacks. The room was filling with people, all dressed in various costumes. You smiled to yourself, seeing Sam trying to be his usual aloof self, though you knew he was probably scanning the room, looking for you.

A boy dressed as Static stopped near Sam, squinting at his costume. “Who’re you supposed to be?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sam stared at him for a beat, his usual grumpy tone coming out, “Wybie from *Coraline*.”

The boy looked him up and down, frowning slightly. “A touch of color, huh?” he joked, nodding at Sam’s mismatched gloves—one orange, one red.

Sam blinked in confusion, then realization hit. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. He scanned the room, spotting you across the crowd, deep in conversation with your brother. He groaned internally. So much for being discreet.

Corey was already teasing you about your costume. “I didn’t remember Coraline having gloves like that,” he said, gesturing to your bright red gloves.

You shrugged, not really paying attention. “Her mom gives them to her at the end of the movie,” you said, a playful glint in your eye. “Are you sure you watched it?”

Corey narrowed his eyes, trying to remember. “Hey, I watched it… but she didn’t have skeleton gloves,” he shot back.

Your heart sank. “What?” You whispered, glancing down at your hands. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Shit.”

Your gaze immediately found Sam’s across the room, his expression mirroring your own. Corey was still talking, oblivious to the mistake, but you’d already checked out of the conversation.

“I’ll be right back,” you muttered, walking away from your brother, who was now chatting with someone else.

You wove through the crowd, your eyes scanning for Sam, but he found you first. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you gently into the kitchen, away from prying eyes.

“We switched gloves,” you both said at the same time, breaking into soft laughter despite the situation.

Sam’s smirk softened as he pulled off his gloves, using his teeth to free his hands. “We thought we were being so discreet,” he joked, shaking his head as you swapped gloves back. His hands lingered on yours a little longer than necessary, the intimacy of the moment not lost on either of you.

With the skeleton glove back in his hand, he held your waist again, pulling you a little closer. His thumb traced small circles on your hip, the warmth of his touch sending a pleasant shiver through you.

Just as you were lost in the softness of the moment, Corey’s voice interrupted, cutting through the quiet. “Has anyone seen the box of Hershey’s? I think everyone’s starving,” he said, walking into the kitchen without a second thought.

You jumped, your heart skipping a beat as Sam quickly stepped back, his hand falling to the counter as if nothing had happened.

Corey stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. “Sam?” he asked, his voice suspicious but amused. His gaze dropped to your hands—each of you now wearing one of the other’s gloves.

Sam cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “Corey, uh… you need something?”

Corey crossed his arms, his mind piecing everything together. “Ahh, that explains a lot,” he said slowly, nodding to himself. The longer glances, the excuses, the eyeliner incident—it all clicked into place.

You swallowed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Corey, we…”

“We’re dating,” Sam cut in, his voice firm. “And if you’ve got a problem with that… too bad. We’re not breaking up.”

Corey raised his hands in surrender, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Relax, Sam. I’m not gonna freak out,” he said, surprisingly calm. “If you’re happy, that’s what matters, even if it’s a little weird.”

He turned to you with a smirk. “I’d threaten him, but I’m pretty sure you’d kick his ass yourself if he messed up.”

Sam chuckled softly, his hand finding its way back to your waist. “She’s already warned me.”

You laughed, feeling the tension melt away as Sam kissed you gently, his lips soft against yours. Corey rolled his eyes dramatically, grabbing the box of chocolates from the counter. “Okay, that’s enough of that,” he groaned. “No need to make me lose my appetite.”

As he left the room, Sam let out a breath of relief, turning to you with a small smile. “That went better than I thought.”

You smiled back, your heart swelling with affection. “Yeah, it did.” And as Sam kissed you again, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, things were finally falling into place.

[willowve01]

~Raine Fellowes~

ART AND INSPIRED BY @rozeliyawashereyall!!

For thy character reference U_U @aspenm00n.

~Ladybug~

Raine Storm Fellowes 

Southern American

19 y/o 

Height: 5’6

Gender: Female  

Straight 

INTP personality

Explanation: INTPs tend to seek harmony in groups. While they are introverted they can be quite outgoing when they are around people with whom they are familiar and comfortable. In situations where they feel stress, however, INTPs shut down their feelings and struggle to connect with others. Under stress, they tend to rely on logic rather than feelings.

Raine was born into a modest, loving family; throughout her early childhood at least.

She only has one sibling: Everlynn, currently 14 years old.

Raine had always been a sweet and extremely gentle soul seemingly since birth. After her abnormal strength first manifested and personally having little control over it, she’d never hurt a fly. 

Before her birth, both parents–Lily and David–had settled into Aakhan to raise a family. 

Lily became a highly-skilled tailor. She taught Raine a few tricks at an early age, a skill she still holds onto. David became a bartender; favored for his straight-up and comedic attitude. Also known to quite literally throw out any unpleasant drunkard. 

~

Sometime after Raine turned twelve, she had watched her mother pass to the illness that had been steadily killing her for the past month.

She had sat there and watched as Lily finally succumbed to the illness sћЭ ћӓd ѣГѳЧgћҭ ӓgӓїђsҭ ћЭГsЭlf. In her final moments, Lily tried her best to comfort her distraught daughter, giving her the necklace before taking her final breaths. Making a promise to wait for her in the afterlife so she wasn’t alone.

Raine couldn’t bring herself to cry in those moments or the years after. Although, with her mothers absence and sudden shift in her father’s demeanor, Raine had fallen into a state of depression; developing a bit of an eating disorder.

After The Incident at sixteen, both her aunt and uncle worked together to nurse her back to stable health and got her to gain some muscle with the (somewhat harsh) year-long training to become a hunter. 

She had also met Wybie after The Incident.

From that point, she had temporarily moved down to Biloway and applied for a spot in the hunters guild. Both guardians received word of this but haven’t heard of her since she had entered Silverben. 

Raine feels indifferent about the existence of halfbloods. As long as they don’t go out of their way to hurt anyone, the same goes for fellow humans as well. 

Raine had become a hunter for the money. The plan was to get the money and dip, moving herself and her sister out of Aakhan and away from the family drama. 

Everlynn still remains under the care of her god-parents (aunt and uncle) while Raine fights for her new found family in Montell.

~

Before Silverben:

Strength: 7/5

Speed: 6/5

Attack: 6/5

Agility: 5/5 

Reflex: 5/5

Cooperativeness: 5/5

Intelligence: 4/5 

Defense: 4/5 

Durability: 3/5 

Stamina: 3/5 

During Silverben: 

Cooperativeness: 5/5

Intelligence: 4/5 

Strength: 4/5

Attack: 3/5

Agility: 3/5 

Reflex: 4/5

Durability: 3/5 

Defense: 2/5 

Speed: 2/5 

Stamina: 2/5 

[shipsational]

OH YEAH WYBIE I meant to send an ask for him too fjdghjfdh What made you self ship with him post movie? Is Coraline still around? I'm very curious for any bit of post-movie world building you've done

thank you emile for my life 🙏

Okay! to your questions: aging him up was actually for Plot reasons, as you'll see in a moment, Yes she is around and bitch she does Not like me lmao

at first i Didnt age him up cause im problematic but then when i started working out an actual plot for the ship, i kinda Had to

the way i have it worked out is i needed him to inherit his grandmother's properties so he was in charge of the pink palace, which obviously he could only do as an adult, because otherwise there would be no way for me to actually rent there since the jones' moved in- there was always an empty unit in the other half of the house, but i think she always left that one empty on purpose cause there's something Evil and Wrong about it, since thats where the door Should be opening up if it didnt lead to a fucked up fae realm or whatever it is, connecting coraline's unit to the one that stays empty of that makes sense

but maybe, even knowing about the beldam, wybie didnt know That specifically, and he really needed to get some money in to help pay for the funerary expenses, so he opened it up.

as for my insert, they actually Work at the funeral home, they're a mortician, and they do taxidermy as a hobby. this is useful for a few reasons: they could either have met wybie and found out about the palace that way, or maybe they know forcible and spink and actually do all the taxidermy on their 50 billion dogs- its also useful for the ship name 'little dead things', which is part of one of his quotes, as well as the dead dove nature of the ship (altho its really only kinda problematic now cause he's like 18, instead of being Truly bad)

speaking of, since it is still kinda problematic- he's freshly an adult and im 30 and coraline does Not like that One Bit, and you know what thats fair its pretty weird i cannot blame her for being uncomfortable about it

now all of this is going on, and im moving into the unit thats all fucked up, something about layered realities and lingering evil and all that, its kind of vague and amorphous

but i think it would be fun and neat and terrible if its starts really affecting me- im essentially being haunted here. it doesnt start out v bad at all, but while im getting closer to wybie, coraline is getting more upset about it, which in turn can lead to arguments between them and between me and her, as well as me starting to feel guilty about it all, basically working up a storm of negative energy, and thats when it all starts to kick in and eventually amp up

since the well is supposed to be a portal between worlds, im of the mind that they basically just put her hand right back where it was before in her domain, and its taken a few years bout the beldam is back babey- the door and well might be sealed, but she still has some influence over my apartment and she's really feeding off the negativity and she wants Revenge

so basically, im being haunted by a vengeful entity and im surrounded by dead things as decoration, and im in the middle of a frustrating battle with the neighbor over her friend who im having a complicated relationship blooming up

[warletscarlet]

Wild Kratts coraline au because brainrot. It’s spooky season and we need the spooky au’s. Ngl this was a tough one but I love Wild Kratts and I love Coraline, sooo-

The idea is that Chris is Coraline, a young child who is unhappy with his families move into an old house in the middle of nowhere known as the Pink Palace. He never wanted to move, but unfortunately had to do so, leaving him bitter and angry. In this au, he is about 14 years old, and Martin is a 18.

Martin is something I mulled over for a while, stuck between Wybie and the mother. I stuck with Martin taking the role as the mother, though of course not in the parental sense. Their parents died in the car crash that Coraline mentions in the beginning of the film, leaving Martin as the legal guardian of Chris at just 18 years of age.

As for Aviva and Koki, I decided to put them in the role of Miss Spink and Miss Forcible. I don’t particularly ship Aviva and Koki, (though I do think it’s cute), but finding roles for them in this setting was somewhat difficult. You can view them as married, like the actual characters, or you can view these two as friends living together, doesn’t matter to me. They’re both rather odd in Chris’ opinion. I don’t think the girls would be as old as the actual characters are, but they may be a little older than Martin here. Aviva still makes inventions and other gadgets, but the girls also are into theatre, just like the real Miss Spink and Miss Forcible. They give Chris advice, warning him that danger is coming for the boy, weirding him out as he does not understand what this danger could possibly be.

As for Jimmy, I set him as Wybie. I think they both have the similar aspect of being a nice dude who’s just a little odd, and someone Chris could become good friends with. Jimmy is the same age as Chris and lives with his grandmother, who teaches him her recipes. He finds Chris as Chris is exploring the woods around the Pink Palace, revealing to him that the last kid who lived there disappeared mysteriously, the kid happening to be his grandmothers sister. He is also the one who gives Chris the doll of himself, weirding Chris out.

Mr. Bobibski was a difficult role, but I gave it to Zach. Why? Because Mr. Bobibski is really theatric and a little weird (kinda like Zach), and I think Zach would fit this role. Also it’s a little ironic with the jumping mice thing, so there’s that. Zach serves as the neighbor that Chris at first assumed to be crazy.

The move is due to Martin believing Chris would want a change of scenery, Martin taking his college courses online now that he cannot go on campus. He is struggling to take care of his brother on top of doing college work, so he doesn’t have much time for Chris at the moment, who wanted to go adventuring. The recent loss, the move and the decrease in time spent together between the brothers results in them both fighting and arguing, straining their relationship.

It was a rainy day, Chris itching to go out and explore as there was nothing else to do but unpack, which was something he wasn’t really looking forward to doing. He begs his brother to ket him go outside, only to be told no- as he’ll get wet and possibly sick from being out in the rain. Irritated, Chris walks around the house, following his brother’s instructions to keep himself busy by counting the windows and doors in the house. He takes the doll Jimmy gave him with him, setting it on a table as he counts the windows and the painting in the family room, before realizing that the doll had disappeared, ending up across the room behind a box. Pushing the box aside, he comes to find what looks like a door beneath the wallpaper and begs for Chris to open it. Much to his disappointment, it is bricked up.

It is at night where things really begin. Chris was unhappy with what Martin had made for dinner, calling it disgusting and “not real food”, according to him. Martin insists that he eats it as this as all they have at the moment, or else he can just go to bed. Choosing bed over “slime”, Chris heads upstairs only to be awoken by the sound of a mouse scurrying through the dark. Curiously, he gets up and follows the mouse downstairs and into the family room, the small creature disappearing behind the door. Chris opens it to find, to his amazement, there is now a glowing tunnel leading to what looks like another door.

Crawling through and out the other side, Chris finds himself standing in the family room yet again- but instead of being met with the cold darkness of an empty room, he finds himself in a warm glow emitting from a light on in the kitchen. Confused, he walks into the kitchen only to find Martin standing there.

“Martin? What are you doing up?”

But when the figure turns around to face him, it wasn’t Martin. Because Martin didn’t have button eyes.

[the-neon-attic]

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Sources open for rp:

Magnus Archives (and protocol):

- Dasher, A.K.A Marcus Keay. Younger brother of Gerard Keay. Lingers around the Magnus Institute, more specifically the archives, but he isn't employed there. The nickname 'Dasher' came from Tim at some point before him, Sasha, Jon, and Martin were all transferred to the archives.

Slenderverse

- Lee Marchetti. Childhood friend of Tim who grew up in the same children hospitals and institutes. Lee followed Tim when he went to college where they met Brian, Alex, Jay, Seth, Amy, Sarah, and Jessica. During the series, Lee sticks with Tim, even having his own 'masked state' with a mask that looks vaguely like an owl, and tends to stick with Tim and Brian during those times somewhere up high on trees or rooftops.

- Alecks Myers, younger brother of Evan. Alecks is trans, ftm. Much like Evan, Alecks is inhabited by a snake like creature that calls itself 'Viper', a snake in every sense of the word. Alecks tends to be very protective of his friends, especially his brother growing up and during the early events of emh.

Trench / SAI / Clancy

- Arlyn Andrews (Echo), a citizen of Reisdro. A Bandito of the FPE underground within Dema who never seems to stay in Trench for long for one reason or another. He tends to stay to help others escape the city, though even he isn't sure if that's the reason he stays in Dema. He has a few friends both in and out of city. Athem, Zeik, and Zed are Banditos, close friends of Arlyn out in Trench. Antell, Tanner, and Abby are all friends of the underground, people that Arlyn trusts in city.

Danger Days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys

- Wings, member of The Kids Today group and the zone's 'messenger bird'. Though the group has since dispersed, he can still be found running messages to different groups across the zones or around Rosa's Diner.

- Cash Androgyny, tumbleweed of The Cannibals group. Though they're usually found at the sun sandbox, train station av, or the mailbox.

- Neon Riot, an ex juvi hall who is hellbent on making a name for himself. young crash king who's a bit deity fucked, but he has a good heart despite how he acts.

Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium (The Labyrinth)

- Ever the Light. Ever is a void, a shadow of Mind in a way. Someone who is there to help Heart, Mind, and Soul through their loops and help them reach concord.

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Kins:

Marcus Keay (tma non-cannon)

Lee Marchetti (marble hornets non-cannon)

Alecks Myers / Viper (everymanhybrid non-cannon)

Arlyn Andrews / Echo (trench)

Wings (danger days)

Cash Androgyny (danger days)

Neon Riot (danger days)

Ever (cccc non-cannon)

Other Wybie (coraline)

Patric (mlandersen0)

GL!Ranboo / Rian (generation loss)

"angel" [name unknown] (non-cannon les misérables)

Anakin Skywalker (starwars)

Eddie (stranger things)

(i'll add to this list when i remember to, my brain feels like soup at the moment)

[hamilton-fluff]

could have been tickle moments for wybie

this one is more of a "non seen scene" but i still think it's good, when coraline left I BET U ALL MY MONEY HE WENT BACK FOR THAT SLUG TO TICKLE HIM ACK-

2. when coraline is chasing wybie outta the house for calling her "crazy" ik... I just know coraline would have tackled him and wrecked him

3. When wybie was holding on for dear life durning the scene where he fell down the well I bet the beldam's hand tickled him so much when it crawled up him

this is all bc THERES NO WYBIE TK CONTENT-

[hannahhook7744]

Homesick;

Summary: Hannah Hook is homesick. Trigger warnings: mentioned violence, toxic environments, homesickness,  swearing, fear of the future, etc. Co written with @igetthedisneybox .

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Silence speaks volumes.

Especially when it was coming from someone who usually wouldn't shut up. 

“You good, two-tone?” Lonnie cocked her head at Hannah.

The twelve year old just shrugged, picking at her food. 

“C’moooooooon. Normally you talk all the time! What gives?” Lonnie crammed herself next to Hannah.

The brunette just stared at her pasta: her goggles starting to fog up. Swallowing heavily as she gripped the fork in her hand. 

Lonnie seemed to notice her discomfort. “Yeesh, Hannah. Are you okay?”

“No…” she sniffled. 

“What’s the matter?”

“I miss Wybie.” 

“Who’s Wybie?” Lonnie wrinkled her nose, confused.

Hannah reached into her pocket—fishing around in it for a moment before pulling out a polaroid and handing it to Lonnie.

Lonnie’s eyes widened. “Is that a medusa baby?!”

Hannah choked up, trying not to have a full on breakdown in the lunchroom. “My Medusa baby. I want Wybie back. I want the others back. I want my ship back.” 

Lonnie was still caught up on the whole medusa baby thing, but decided to let it go, with how upset Hannah was. “I’m sorry you miss them. You’ll…get to go back for summer though, right?” Lonnie wasn’t sure if the VK’s would even want to go back to that dreaded Isle.

The brunette shook her head, looking even more miserable than before. “I don't know if it'll be safe to go back after the whole ‘choosing good’ thing.”

Ah, right. That. “Well, I think Mal still has her mom as her pet lizard now. And plus, now that Ben is king, maybe when he brings the next wave over, he’ll consider your crew.”

“Maybe.” Hannah sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “It's not fair though. I always made my stance loud and clear on the isle but now Cj's mad, and Ginny’s mad and.. and–” she couldn't hold in a small hiccup. “And I didn't even want to go to Auradon in the first place!”

“Then why did you?” Lonnie was confused. “I never read the summons, but I’m pretty sure Ben made it a choice.”

“Because Maleficent basically threatened to murder my crew—including her own son if I didn't.” Her lip started to tremble. Eyes watering. “All because of her stupid wand plan that I told everyone was a bad idea!”

“And you were right.” Lonnie winced. “But like I said, Maleficent's a lizard now. I’m sure if you explain to your friends what happened, they’ll understand.”

“It's not my friends I'm worried about. I know they'll understand. But my sisters are mad and they both hurt me real bad last times I saw ‘em, and I know it'll be on sight if any of my enemies and most of the adults see me..”  Hannah bit her lip hard. 

“Woah.” Lonnie whispered to herself. “The Isle is fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“I… need to go lay down, I don't feel good.” Hannah stood up, unable to even look at her tray and left the cafeteria.

[samethyst01]

A Mother's Love: Chapter Four

“We’ll be back with more on our top story, right after our commercial break. Tired of mould clogging up your drains and getting all over your carpet? You need—”

Coraline began to awaken from her stupor as the driver of her ride fiddled with the radio. She grunted softly and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Everything was a blur. When did she fall asleep? She wasn’t exactly sure. All she could remember, with any sort of certainty, was the night sky. Now, glancing outside the window, she could see the grey and misty surroundings that indicated how much time had passed. Several hours at least.

“Mornin’, ma’am.”

The driver, a middle-aged man named Wesley, looked into the rear view mirror and nodded at her. Coraline nodded back and groaned softly, before stretching and yawning. She pawed around the backseat for her phone, finding it after a moment and checking the time. It was just after 11am, which was about what she had expected. She sighed and laid back in her seat, before catching Wesley’s glance in the mirror. He had been staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably and fished around for her headphones.

It hadn’t been easy to book a last-minute flight, but with what little savings she had left, sequestered away in an emergency funds account, she had managed it. She had almost certainly forgotten to pack something important, though it wouldn’t be until she arrived at the house and unpacked that she’d realise what it was. All the while, on the short train ride from Pontiac to Detroit, and as she waited in the airport, and as she watched the world shrink below her on the plane, and on the ride from the airport in Eugene to the moment she fell asleep, her mind had been racing with fearful anticipation.

The thought of coming back to Ashland hadn’t fully processed, her mind still trying to cope with the fact that Wybie was laid up in the hospital with a severe injury. When she spoke to her father, she’d called the Pink Palace ‘home’. It wasn’t her home. Despite that, she felt it would be easier on her parents not to make a fuss. After all, they had found no reason to leave the place in thirteen years. Whatever she and Wybie had seen apparently stayed far, far away from her parents.

As she turned up the music on her phone, she sat back in her seat and watched as nothing but mist passed her by. It was impenetrable. As the car made its way down the empty road, Coraline wondered of what she might find, back in that place. Her parents lived there, of course, and Mrs Lovat’s house might still be standing, if it wasn’t decrepit. And what of the other residents of the Pink Palace? Was Bobinsky still training his mouse circus, Spink and Forcible still acting out the last days of their superlative careers? What was she to expect?

All of a sudden, Coraline became aware of eyes fixed upon her. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw that Wesley had been looking at her again. She decided to take out one of her earphones, presuming he had tried to speak to her.

“What’s your deal, ma’am?”

His tone suggested he was having to repeat the question.

“I’m sorry?”

Coraline didn’t exactly understand what he meant. Something about him didn’t feel right.

“I’m just curious, is all. You visitin’ friends, family?”

“Family.”

She adjusted her jacket slightly and made sure the door was unlocked. It was.

“Never had to drive someone to Ashland before. Only ever been there once, passin’ through a couple years ago. Tried not to stick around for long.”

Subtly, Coraline looked at the man and his frame, as well as seeing if she could spot anything suspicious on or around his person. He was about average height and build, wearing a black and white flannel shirt and blue jeans, a tattoo of a scorpion on his right forearm. She noticed that, every so often, he would scratch at something on the right side of his face, just under his jaw. It almost looked like a burn, but an old one, as it had contoured into a white scar that ran the length of his jawline from his chin.

“Ma’am?”

At his words she jolted slightly, realising she’d ignored another of his questions. Not purposefully; she was just focused intently on making sure he didn’t pull a gun or knife on her.

“Sorry, I’m just a little… tired. What did you say?”

She chuckled sheepishly.

“I was saying, you know this area well?”

He turned slightly in his seat to meet her gaze, which made her uncomfortable in two senses, both as a matter of personal space and a matter of road safety. It may have been quiet, but it was also misty, and she didn’t want to die on the outskirts before she even had a chance to see her parents again. She cleared her throat awkwardly and Wesley turned back to the road.

“Yes, actually, I do. I lived here when I was eleven, and I moved back to Pontiac when I was eighteen.”

“Really? Long way to go for a young girl.”

Once again, his tone made her fidget. She laughed softly, uncomfortably, and opened up the call function on her phone, dialling 911 just in case. Service was shoddy but it was a precaution.

“Well, I learned to grow up pretty early in life.”

He chuckled at that, taking a left turn before scratching at his scar again. Coraline’s thumb hovered above the green call button.

“When was it you moved here? Just outta curiosity.”

The specificity of the questions was getting rather strange. Coraline supposed it wouldn’t hurt to at least try to engage the man in conversation, maybe strike up something like trust between them. Was it just paranoia? No, not really. It was kind of just how her life went.

“2009.”

“Wow… thirteen years since you first moved. Must be weird comin’ back here. I mean, only been six years since you left, but… nostalgia, right?”

Wesley flashed her a crooked smile and she shivered. Plastering on a smile herself, she nodded and replaced the earphone, but kept her music turned off. If he thought she couldn’t hear him, he was more likely to let his guard slip. It was a very awkward, sterile journey from that moment on. But it damn well wasn’t her fault.

The silence persisted for another twenty minutes until it was broken by a whistle from Wesley. This stirred Coraline from her tired stupor, and she glanced out the window. The mist had begun to part, and her eyes widened as she beheld before her the town – not the town she had left six years ago but the one she had arrived in thirteen years ago, wreathed in mist as spots of rain drizzled from above, the people like vague shadows as they floated between ominous buildings.

Surrounding all was a thick, dense forest that blocked out the light and seemed to emit a vast amount of dreadful darkness, a darkness which spilled out into the town in the form of the mist. Coraline drank it all in, taking out her earphones and focusing on one thing at a time. Wesley took the route straight into town, and one of the first things Coraline noticed was the clothing store she and her mother had visited to get her school uniform.

Its banners had long since faded, the glass tinted with condensation, and for a moment she thought she saw a horrifying shape in the reflection. It was gone as soon as she blinked, though. Her hands throbbed with the feeling of those gloves encompassing them. She still had them somewhere, in a box under her bed. Though she’d outgrown them, years ago, it felt like a crime to get rid of them. They were a reminder, not just of what she had gone through, but of the work she’d done to move on with her life. They made her feel strong.

“What a weird place…” Wesley chuckled softly, taking glances around the misty corners. Coraline decided to focus on what she had come there to do in the first place, and she sent her father a message to tell him she was in town. The signal was a little patchy but it went through, causing her to sigh in relief. If she couldn’t contact him, or anyone, that one last remnant of safety would be gone. A danger from the normal world had come with her to the strange one, and in reality, she wasn’t sure which one might get her first if she wasn’t careful and didn’t watch her back.

Though they had entered the town, the house was still a couple miles out. It was closer to the forest than anything else, which made it all the more ominous. It felt, at times, like the sentinel of the woods, watching over it and keeping guard. That was a great irony, considering the monster it contained. Who was it protecting? Was it about keeping things out, or in? It was another mystery, one to add to the growing pile Coraline had kept in the back of her mind. She’d probably never run out of them, at this rate.

After about ten minutes of driving, Wesley came to a stop in front of a massive wall of mist. His expression was one of confusion, and it seemed even he was intimidated by the strangeness of the town. He muttered something under his breath, just loud enough for Coraline to hear.

“About half a mile out… can’t be too far.”

He put the car in neutral and adjusted the handbrake, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door. As he stepped out and a little into the mist, Coraline made sure once again that her door was unlocked, and once again, it was. Was this her stop? She had a fair few bags on her and walking didn’t seem easy given the terrain, the weather and the amount of things on her. Wesley returned to the car.

“Not sure it’d be wise to try and drive through that. You’re not too far from the house, think you can walk from here?”

Coraline considered it for a moment, before realising that it wasn’t really being framed as a question. Wesley wasn’t willing to drive any further, so the ride stopped here. She’d have to make the rest of the journey by herself. On foot. She gave him a polite smile.

“I can walk.”

He smiled in return before dialling up her bill. She paid it with her phone and got out, shoving her loose things into her backpack. She took a moment to breathe deeply, the Ashland air filling her lungs. One thing she did miss was how fresh it was out in the countryside, and how quiet things were. Well, sometimes the quiet was nice, other times it was notably unsettling. In that moment, it had no connotations, and it was simply part of the environment. Still, silent, and solitary.

Wesley opened the trunk for her and helped get her bags out. After she moved them out of the way, he closed it again and stepped back into the car.

“Well, good luck Ms Jones. Hope you find what you came here for.”

He tipped his imaginary hat at her. Coraline gave him a slightly tired smile in return and watched as he drove back the way he came, disappearing into the town, whereupon he would travel back home. No reason to stay any longer. Up ahead, the wall of mist swirled slightly, almost like the breath of some vast, ancient entity from the stars, making its way to Earth in order to feed on the inhabitants. It was like a dream all over again, full to the brim with horrors.

With a huff, Coraline took a hold of her things and began to walk into the mist. She knew the path relatively well. Slowly, inexorably, she felt the ground beneath her grow familiar, the spectre of old memories lurking around every corner. They were benign things, really, just flashes of the past left to rot in the open air, calcifying into these pieces of her old life. Ultimately, she was a shining light for them and all their dark materials. They’d bring the nightmares with them eventually.

As she began to wonder just how much further she’d have to go, her legs and back already getting tired, Coraline almost tripped over something. She stopped and looked down at what it was – a dead deer. She immediately backed up and swallowed in disgust and pity. The animal had clearly been dead for a few days, its fur grey and its spilled blood dried to a dark stain. Its mouth was slightly agape, eyes wide and twisted into something like terror. It hadn’t simply fallen over and died, no… it was killed by something. Coraline dreaded to think of the possibilities.

All of a sudden, she felt eyes watching her. This kind of feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to her, in her perpetual paranoia, but more often than not she was simply overthinking everything. Not this time. In that moment, she knew there was someone or something looking at her. Her gaze darted around the cage of mist, scanning for some kind of monstrosity conjured from the dreaded other place. What abomination could she expect? What phobia would it take the form of?

Then she saw it.

Or rather, her. It was a woman, an elderly woman, standing naked in the mist facing away from her. Coraline gasped in bewilderment at the sight. What the hell was she doing out here, completely naked and alone? She assumed the woman was confused, disoriented, or suffering from an extreme form of Alzheimer’s or dementia. If that were the case, she had to help the woman, even though she herself was struggling with all her luggage. In a moment of impulsivity, she called out to the distant figure.

“Are you alright?”

There were several moments of agonising tension, but after those moments subsided, the woman began to slowly turn around. Coraline’s confusion morphed into horror as she realised she recognised her, the dread figure in the mist. It was Mrs Lovat, Wybie’s grandmother, his protector and the reason he never fell victim to the Pink Palace. Her sister was one of the ghost children, taken by the Beldam when the two were young girls. From then on the wise, shrewd woman knew exactly what the Pink Palace was: the epicentre of chaos.

Words choked in her throat, Coraline reached out a hand to Mrs Lovat. The woman’s grey hair fell about her person messily, her eyes glassy and grey, signifying blindness. She mirrored Coraline’s gesture, outstretching her withered arm in the younger woman’s direction, her finger pointed directly at her. Her nails were long and sharp, and she more resembled a haggard witch than the kind but stern grandmother Wybie loved all his life.

Then, Mrs Lovat opened her mouth, black smoke streaming out of her throat, and spoke raspy words that filled the air like poisonous raindrops.

“Come home, dragonfly…”

Coraline dashed away from the spectre, or as fast as she possibly could with all her luggage. She had no real goal in mind, just to escape from the nightmare she’d wandered into. Surely there was a way out, an exit, or else she’d be trapped in the mist forever, forced to look upon the perversion of her mentor. She almost tripped a dozen times, her feet unsteady on the frozen ground, but before she knew it, the mist cleared instantly and she beheld a new nightmare.

Standing ahead of her, tall as a giant, was the Pink Palace. She was just outside the porch, looking up at its door as it stared down at her. It was a foreboding, dark thing, a callous and unfeeling presence that had lurked in the back of her mind for six years, ever since she left Ashland for her new life. It had never gone away, try as she had to banish it. But she should’ve known – you can’t banish an idea. They are immortal, and the Pink Palace existed independently of her, of her memories, and stood tall as a testament to the other place and all its frights.

Before she could utter a silent greeting to her old, unwelcome friend, the front door opened and two figures stepped out. Once again, she could barely believe what she was seeing. There they were, dressed in the exact same clothes as six years ago, the same anxious, sad smiles staring back at her… the exhaustion in their eyes. They were crystals in the dark, comforting reflections of the monstrous buttons. Coraline knew they were real, instinctively. Her parents.

She said nothing, dropping her bags and embracing them both on the porch. Their touch was instantly warming, affirming, and she felt safe in their company. In turn, they too were silent, and they understood exactly why she had come. It was time for closure, for the mystery of thirteen years ago to unravel in front of them. Coraline stepped out of the hug after a moment and turned back to the mist, her eyes fixed on nothing. Charlie and Mel Jones looked at each other for a moment in confusion.

“What do you see?”

Her father’s words seemed distant. All Coraline could think about was how Mrs Lovat had died four years ago.

“Nobody…”

[itsthemysterykids]

(Mystery Kids playing Minigolf)

Mabel: "Okay so that's another hole in one for me. A respecatble Eagle for Lili." (Looks up) "Wybie is next up and Dipper is still cussing at the plaster pirate on the last hole."

Coraline: Dipper! There are goddamn children here with their motherfucking parents! Watch your shitty language so Wybie can fucking focus and I can get my ten bucks!

Wybie: Your what?

Dipper: ... *Kicks the pirate* Fuck you.

Wybie: Actually, I'd be able to focus if every old white guy here weren't staring at me. *Notices two old white guys staring* Yes! I am a black guy playing golf! Jeez! *After a moment, he hits the ball and gets a hole in one*

Coraline: Pay up, Raz. *Raz hands her ten dollars*

Dipper: How do you guys get hole-in-ones?!

Mabel: Natural skill!

Wybie: Geometry.

Dipper: ... The only math I have yet to master.

Norman: You can sulk later. Now it's my turn.

[wybienova]

4 + fern. what would you unleash him upon.

re: this post

hmmm. put that beast in blaseball maybe . his whole deal always makes me think of the wyatts so maybe they could help him come to terms with it more

also i kinda think he might enjoy it. bloodsport would be enrichment for him

[thebeatles]

Coraline (2009) came out when I was 11 and in the fifth grade... and it really made a huge impact on me. And it's one of, if not, top fondest memories where I can reflect on it now and realize, yes, childhood autism.

I would not stop thinking or talking about Coraline. every minute of every day, that movie was on my mind. I've been exposed to Tim Burton stop-motion films growing up and loved them all/ had fond memories with each, but nothing could compare to Coraline. It was unique and touched on horror more than Tim Burton's films, genuinely send shivers down my spine. I'd argue that its execution as a kids horror movie adapted from a book was excellent but that's for another time (hint: Wybie).

This movie indeed was the door to explore more horror films. It's actually the film that made me feel not-so afraid of horror films anymore (before I was deadly afraid of horror films and raced to my room to avoid anything remotely scary). It's also the first film where I "studied" a film.. AKA watching behind the scenes, read more about stop-motion and the processes, voice acting. etc. This just help further the appreciation of the film. To this day I still remember little facts. Like how they used real popcorn for the trees. Bobinsky's moustache is made out of piano wire. You get it.

It's funny to think back on how I'd mention every single time that I watched Coraline over the weekend in my journal entry for school (every single time). I got teased for my "obsession" by my peers and family of something no one could understand. It kind of breaks my heart to admit that I did have a moment of resentment for this hyperfixation then (on top of having a hard time getting any work done) but eventually I found myself back. To this day, it has a special place in my heart.

Happy 14th anniversary!

[cryptid-killjoy]

Valerie did feel like she were the Annabelle Lee and Thomas might as well have been Poe himself. She felt iconic, like they were something legends were made of when they walked side-by-side all dressed up in their best in atmosphere's such as this. He made her feel like every person she touched would recall the good in her, or the laughter, or the fun goof that was inside that critical brood and not the disaster that cursed a city wide radius around her. She felt like a rock star again without being on stage.

Stage? Shit. Fuck stages. She was basically riding an Ent up a mountain with Thomas and he was talking about Isengard. What was life even right now? Damn, she loved it. "More spectacular? That's a tough prediction. But, coming from you? I think I just might believe it."

--

Dale paid attention when GoGo mentioned her work uniform. The disappointment was clear when he heard about her vow even though he sort of figured that to be true from his time living with her. He still wished it had changed. It was just too easy to poke fun at. Dale confirmed. It wasn't kawaii. "Hot. For sure." Just in case she thought they were teasing. He had to reaffirm.

"I like my crop top." Dale defended with a laugh all in good humor.

Then the moment came everyone on the bus looked around and realized Figaro was the only one who read the book. Every single person shrugged clueless. "The more ya know." Said Chip. "Something about his not talking."

Scout sniggered at the comment knowing how Chip came off to the public. He might have been a talker to the family, but not anyone else. Dale might have more Wybie hair, but Chip pulled off the lack of speech. Regular Wybie was a whole different story.

She whispered the concept to GoGo only as a private thought to her friend after they were far off because as much as the siblings did poke fun at each other to their faces, sometimes they were nice enough to spare each other every little thought. With their sight they were often intrusive enough with each other's privacy.

All the joking and teasing was full blast and fun on the bus as the wheels went round and round for this drive. No one was spared. This group needed it. Not a person missed Koda's reaction to his round from Ellie. Everyone seemed to take their own mental note on that one. Grins and giggles all around.

This dress was well worth the wait. Thomas would be thinking the same thing, even if he had to wait until his death day to see his Valerie in it. He couldn’t wait to spend the night with his arms around that beautiful waist of hers, feeling the fabric, feeling her. Appreciating everything that the dress did to emphasize her - much like she thought of him, she could wear anything. Something like this - it could make someone faceless. Someone would just remember the gown and not the person wearing it, but not Valerie. Not his wife. He’d never forget the way that the fabrics made her skin appear even softer, the colors complimenting her, the shape that it gave her, oh boy, like she was sewn into it. Her face - the most stunning of all, of course. He was going to be looking into her eyes all night as he swung her around the ballroom. Of course he was going to be dancing with her. There was no chance that he wasn’t. Socials always took second place after romance.

Nothing felt more appropriate than Poe tonight. It was a Halloween ball, gothic style, in a dark and mysterious castle. Did it get more spine-chilling than that?

“I know, I always feel the same,” Thomas chuckled, holding tight to Treebeard as they were brought up the mountain in their own special way. Some people had to take the stairs, some people took the bus - these two were special enough to get their own special escort. “I’d say we’re going to end up somewhere far more spectacular than Isengard.”

He checked his pocket again. He wasn’t coming empty handed, no. He was still determined - maybe foolishly since it hadn’t worked yet - to get Frank talking about something. After all, their ladies were friends. It only seemed right. He was bringing along a tin of fine Irish tobacco, since Frank was known for smoking. Might be just the thing to get him through thte door.

--

Iorek was just living his best life right now. He still mainly lived in the zoo, where it was nice and cold but he could leave his enclosure. He knew how to work the doors and it was never locked. He was getting a sugar high from the coke, so he kept wriggling his back in the seat, almost in a dance, just because his body was feeling the urge to move. Being a creature that had been in a zoo all of it’s life, it was used to stares so the gaggle of women who kept looking over at him was hardly a bother. He’d sniff them as they came on but wasn’t threatening.

GoGo wasn’t expecting much attention tonight with her attire, especially with everyone else being so dressed up. All the other ladies, Chip’s wives, it was like a fashion show. But she also couldn’t say that she wasn’t a bit pleased that the effort she put in was noticed, even if she wasn’t really the dress up type. At least not until she met Scout, who had rubbed off on her a bit.

“It was either this or my work uniform, and I made a vow to myself not to ever wear that after working hours,” Go-Go chuckled. Despite being in school almost full time, she still kept up her job at the stupid cafe. Dale had been right. She made some pretty good money there, as humiliating as it was. Besides, not like she had very much shame. If she brought some to the family name … good. “Hot is better than kawaii, I’ll take it.”

She let out a little snort of a laugh. “Independence, it helped.” After bunking with him at Elsa’s, she had moved into her own apartment and had been there since August, while he had gone off to Peru to do whatever Dale does. She never really asked questions. “Quite the crop top, Dale.”

Offended by being called Spindly? Hardly. “All the better to move faster.”

“Fun fact,” Figaro called from the front of the bus. “They put Wybie in the movie to make it LESS creepy. The book doesn’t have him, and it’s balls to the wall isolation.”

Because leave it to them to know.

But as for Ellie, all that time alone with just Babyface for company has really gotten rid of her filter, so joking and teasing, it had become a real big thing. It’s how she showed love, now more than ever. Not that she had a say in her aunt’s relationship, but that little quip was her way of letting Koda know that she approved. Anyone who could influence her aunt into wearing THAT and not something frumpy was well worth accepting.

Ellie’s grin only grew bigger when she heard Babyface stand up for her. She put an arm around his shoulder and looked at Koda. “Yeah, take that, Koda!”

Laughter was all over the bus, even Elsa smiling as she leaned into Koda to hear his compliment. “Thank you,” She said, taking the compliment without ever attempting to fish for more. “Though I do feel different tonight.”

[spamtonbigshot]

i think the most infuriating part isn’t even the fact that the norm exists. a bunch of dumb norms exist. it’s just that i feel alone in thinking it’s absolutely re-goddamn-diculous

[iamblue15]

Neil: Whoa! You look so scary Norman! A-an awesome scary! With those spooky eyes and shocky hair.

Raz: It's giving you a lich vibe. It's almost like you've become undead yourself.

Calamity Norman: I think I'm actually a lot more undead than meets the eye.

Dipper: How so?

Calamity Norman: Well, other than the looks, there are times when one of my- my ah, ah, ah Achooooo!

(One of his eyes pop out of it's socket the moment he sneezed, rolling along the floor)

Everyone: (Screams)

Coraline: Oh my god!

Dipper: It's moving! He can still see with it!

Wybie: That ain't right!

Mabel: That is way too freaky!

Calamity Norman: It's not THAT FREAKY!!!

(Norman lashes out with him bursting with yellow-green lighting for a second, Complete silence follows)

Calamity Norman: S-sorry, didn’t mean to lash out like that. Having this much power can be dangerous when your emotions get high.

Raz: Don’t worry about it. it’s the same thing with psychics when were overwhelmed.

Coraline: It was a bit of a shocker, no pun intended.

Mabel: Sorry I said the F Word. I know how you’re sensitive about that.

Wybie: Here’s your eye by the way, it’s slippery so... (Holding his eye using a napkin)

Calamity Norman: Thanks guys. (Pops it back in)

Dipper: So, when one of your hands get detached, can you control it too and make it walk like Thing Addams?

Calamity Norman: I haven't really-

Coraline: Ok, I think that’s enough curiosity about Norman’s zombie abilities for one day!

Dipper: But i’m-

Coraline: I said that’s enough.

[samcat0925]

TOH Goldric AU Idea

So, I was watching a certain Tim Burtin movie recently and got a great Goldric Au idea for The Owl House!

A Coraline Au:

The Jones family -> Wittebane Family (aka Philip, Caleb, and Hunter who move into The Cardinal Castle[The Pink Palace].)

Hunter -> Coraline, Caleb -> Mr. Jones, Philip -> Mrs. Jones (but in this au, he’s Hunter’s uncle who has been living with him and his father since his mother passed. After Hunter’s mother passing, Caleb has been overworking himself to help pay for the bills as well as a way to cope with the death of his wife, but he still cares for Hunter even though he doesn’t have as much time for him as he used to. Philip is a bit cold and distant towards Hunter during the start of the move due to the stress from the move and work but he’s a pretty decent guardian towards Hunter than he is in the canon universe. Although his decency level is depended on how you view Coraline’s mother.)

Hunter’s old friends before the move are Willow Parks and Gus (who he misses a lot but is unable to talk to at the moment due to the house’s phone service being down for a while.)

Edric Blight -> Wybie Lovat (a prankster as well as a troublemaker but is pretty harmless. He lives with his parents who both work a lot so it’s usually up to his sisters to keep him out of trouble. Hunter will find him a bit annoying at first due to Edric scaring him after accidently mistaking him for his younger sister, Amity who he calls Mittens. After a while, Hunter will warm up to him and eventually tell Edric about The Other World and The Other Uncle which will freak out Edric but will help Hunter after seeing how freaked out Hunter is while explaining everything.)

The cat -> Flapjack (a red cardinal that Edric feeds. He follows Ed and Hunter around, seemingly to keep an eye on them and also helps Hunter and guides him when he’s in The Other World. Other Uncle hates Flapjack for some unknown reason.)

Miss Spink and Miss Forcible -> Eda and Lilith (They used to be a world-famous traveler until they retired. The Other Eda and Lillith are the same as they are in canon. They bring Hunter along with them on their adventures. The dog(s) are replaced with owls that turn into ravens when things take a sudden turn.)

Mister Bobinsky -> Raine Whispers (A great violinist but due to their stage fright, they perform by themself but they dream of one day being able to play in front of a crowd while The Other Raine doesn’t have this problem so Hunter will get to see them playing when he visits them in the Other World with the Other Edric who is muted.)

The Ghost Children that tell Hunter about Belos and he helps set free -> Luz, Vee and Mattholomule(Matt). 

The Plot:

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Hunter, feeling like he’s being a bother to his two overworked guardians, goes around exploring when he gets scared by Edric Blight who accidently mistakes Hunter for his younger sister, Amity, but quickly takes an interest in the new kid and so does a red cardinal that Ed feds, much to Hunter’s dismay. After Ed’s sisters calls for him to get home, Hunter returns home to later he receives a button-eyes doll that look very similar to him from Ed as an apology for scaring him which Hunter, though a little creeped out by how similar looking the doll is to him, accepts the doll and even starts to call it Mini-Hunter or mini-me. 

Afterwards he goes to his dad to ask if there is anything that he could do, hoping that there is something around the house that he could help with as a way to be useful but instead his father tells him to explore the house to see if there is anything exciting which Hunter begrudgingly does. While exploring, he finds a small, sealed-off door and that night, he gets woken up by a weird noise of someone calling his name that leads him to the same door but, instead of being sealed off, there’s a long, dark corridor. Curious, Hunter goes through it where he gets taken into the Other World where he meets the Other Uncle and the Other Father. Hunter, while in the Other World, believes that it’s all just some dream that he made up at first which only gets strengthens when he wakes up back in his normal home the next morning. 

After he eats, he decides to walk around the neighborhood where he bumps into Edric, much to Hunter’s dismay, who ask Hunter all kinds of questions about him and what his life was like before coming to The Cardinal Castle to which Hunter does answer all of them honestly but shortly(Although he avoids the question about if he had any friends before moving). Hunter ends up asking Ed if there had been any other kids that lived in The Cardinal Castle before Hunter to which Edric tells him that ever since the disappearance of a couple of kids, one being a girl named Luz that his grandmother used to know, there hasn’t been any kids that have been living there until Hunter which sends an unknown chill down Hunter’s spine.

Afterwards Hunter goes to meet his neighbors, Raine Whispers and the Clawthorne sisters, Eda and Lilith, who warn him that there is something dangerous after him which worries Hunter but tries to reason that they were probably just trying to scare him, so it doesn’t stop him from going into the Other World to see if it was all just a dream. 

On his second trip, he meets with the muted Other Edric who accompanies him while he is being entertained by the Other World’s doppelgangers of his neighbors and meets the red cardinal that calls itself Flapjack, who has the ability to go between the real world and the Other World as well as the ability to talk in the Other World. On his third visit, the Other Uncle tells him that he could stay in the Other World permanently, in exchanged for sewing buttons over his eyes. This horrifies Hunter and causes him to try to escape to the real world however the Other Uncle stops him from being able to and traps him in a room that’s behind a mirror where Hunter meets three ghost children. A girl with spotted freckles on her cheeks named Vee, A small boy named Mattholomule and another girl named Luz who was the missing girl that Ed was talking. They were all victims of the Other Uncle or who they all call Belos. They tell Hunter that Belos used the doll, that changed to look like each of the victims, to spy on them and to help being them into the Other World. After they accepted Belos’s offer to having buttons be sew into their eyes so they can stay there forever, he stole them of their souls to which they tell Hunter that the only way that they can be freed is if he can retrieve their souls, which Belos had hidden each one throughout the Other World. After Hunter promises them that he’ll help free them by getting the souls, he is saved by the Other Edric who helps as well as sacrifices himself to get Hunter safely home before Belos could get him. 

Once Hunter gets back, he goes to look for his uncle and father to only find that they’re not in the house. Hunter, getting a bad feeling, goes to his father’s room where he finds out that Belos had kidnapped his guardians after he finds a doll that has his father’s likeness on one side while his uncle’s likeness in on the other side. Terrified and feeling the spidery string of panic, Hunter starts having a panic attack. Luckly Ed finds him and helps him calm down as well as makes sure that Hunter’s breathing is back to normal. After Hunter is able to calm down, he ends up telling Ed everything about what happened, the Other World, Belos, the ghost children, and about how his uncle and father were both missing. Ed, despite being freaked out and in a bit of disbelief by what Hunter just told him, stays with Hunter to comfort him and ends up offering Hunter to stay at his place for the night, stating that Hunter must be tired after all that he’s been through. Hunter, although secretly appreciates the offer, declines knowing that he can’t run from Belos if he wants his real uncle and father back.

Accompanied by Flapjack, Hunter returns to the Other World where he proposes a game to Belos: if he can find his guardians and the souls of the ghost children, Belos will have to let them all go free but if he can’t find them all in time, then he’s let Belos sew buttons into his eyes. Belos agrees and Hunter starts searching for the ghost’s souls during which he finds of what remains of the Other Edric who Belos had disposed of for his defiance. As Hunter find each of the souls with Flapjack’s help, the Other World starts becoming lifeless that leaves the entire dimension, except for the living room, disintegrating. After retrieving one of the souls, one of the ghosts tells Hunter that even if he wins the game, Belos won’t keep his side of the deal. Hunter ends up going back to the living room which he finds Belos in his true terrifying form. Using the advice that he was given, Hunter tricks Belos into opening the door to the real world by telling him that his guardians are behind it. Afterwards Flapjack distracts Belos so he can rescue his uncle and father who are trapped in a snow globe that was his mother’s. He was barely able to escape but not without severing Belos’s hand with the door in the process.

Once Hunter gets back home, he is reunited with his uncle and father who have both forgotten about their capture. That night while Hunter is asleep, the ghosts appear in his dream to not only thank him for saving them but to also warn him that Belos is still after him so it can get the key to open the door. Hunter wakes up and goes to an old well near the house to drop the key down it but gets attacked by Belos’s severed hand. Luckly Edric soon arrives and, after a bit of a struggle, manages to help Hunter destroy the hand by dropping a large rock on it. After the two tossed the key and the remains of Belos’s hand before sealing it off, Hunter asks Edric how he knew that he was in trouble to which Ed replies that he was worried about him after he saw him having a panic attack, so he was walking to his house to check on him to see if he was alright when Flapjack, who seemed in distressed led to the old well where he heard Hunter yelling and found him being attacked by a weird severed hand. Hunter, touched by Ed’s words, thanks him for his help and tells Ed that he may be a bit of trouble but he’s not a bad person to have around which Ed smiles and blushes at. 

A week after, Hunter and his family host a small party for their neighbors, including Ed’s family where Edric interduces Hunter to his sisters who make a teasing comment saying that Ed talks about him a lot ever since he moved in which makes the two boys blush red.

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And that’s what I got so far!

Please let me know what you think. And if there any headcanons/questions for these or Owl House movie au ideas that you all come up with, please let me know! I’d love to read them!