#I just wanted to draw a boy with long hair and claws how did this happen

[zillychu]

I’ve gotten a WAVE of asks about this AU, so I decided to flesh it out some more and answer some of those questions!

I’ll probably polish this extended summary up at some point and submit it to AO3. But for now, here’s a rundown of my thoughts–please feel free to send more questions! I’ll update this post if I get any more. But if you’re someone who wanted to write fic for it, don’t worry, you don’t need to take my headcanons as gospel. It’s a pretty basic AU honestly lol

Summary:

The portal accident results in a violent explosion that wipes out the whole block, and condemns all of Amity Park. Danny haunts the city for 100 years, before Sam and Tucker find him. 

Setup:

In the 1920’s, 19-year-old Danny went into the incomplete portal on his own, hoping to help out his parents. Ripping the portal open through unnatural means created a huge burst of energy that resulted in a massive explosion. A good portion of the Amity Park population died, many were injured, and the ones on the fringes relocated–Amity was quickly deemed too dangerous due to the excess ectoplasm in the area that attracted ghosts. 

While the disaster was in Amity, the fallout was seen around the globe. Before, natural portals were rare, short-lived, and rarely allowed ghosts to fully slip into our realm (the most severe cases being on par with poltergeists that most people didn’t believe in). Now, natural portals pop open frequently around the world, large enough to allow the entirety of a ghost into the physical plane. They’re more common the closer you get to Amity, but they happen enough elsewhere that this change was something of a small apocalypse before people settled back down and found out how to combat at least some of their new, permanent neighbors. 

Danny is unaware that he’s only half-dead, believing he’s a full ghost. He ends up sticking around Amity, unintentionally making it his haunt. His grief and guilt over causing the death of his loved ones (and many others) makes him isolate and avoid human contact. Though he has, at times, scared nosy people away from the city in a mix of territorial instinct–and to get them to leave before a less friendly ghost finds them. 

Ghosts are much more of an uncontested danger in this AU. Lesser ghosts are practically mindless, and while stronger ghosts are capable of reason, their interests are limited. They’re highly territorial, possessive, and often destructive. Most worrisome is that they also like to snack on the life force of anything alive. No one is sure what dictates a ghost’s propensity to attack or hunt the living for their life force since ghosts don’t exactly experience hunger. At least, not the way we do. If a human is rescued before their life force is fully drained, they can make a full recovery–though humanity has still not yet found what this “life force" is. 

And since the Fentons’ research died along with them, there aren’t many tools available to the public to protect them from ghosts. Most homes have standard ghost shields and some weapons are available on the market, but certified ghost hunters are required to take care of anything more powerful than your average spook. 

Sam and Tucker met in high school, and are now rooming together for college very close to the Amity border. Rent is surprisingly cheap when you’re a stone’s throw away from a condemned area crawling with ghosts. Sam is the one who drags Tucker along with her fascination over finding out more about the city, and its largely mysterious demise. Sam is aware of the danger, but feels ghosts have a place in this world just like everything else, and does exercise caution–like one would while foraging in the woods with a known tiger population. 

What she and Tucker weren’t expecting was to run into a ghost that felt almost human. One that hasn't hurt them, not for lack of trying–while being powerful enough to walk past ghost shields without so much as a flinch. The long white hair is familiar in the whispers of the ectobiologist community, but there’s no way it could be the rumored ghost king Phantom, right?

About Danny:

He has very long hair, claws, and black sclera. His hazmat suit is more torn and ragged, with exposed hands and feet that fade into a burnt black.

His hair tends to float a lot on its own. It can start morphing into fire under duress. 

He does still technically have gloves and boots, they've just charred and melted into his skin towards the ends. He can't take them off in his ghost form. His hands and feet have a leathery texture that's tougher than the rest of his skin.

The white of his hazmat suit is both supposed to look like flames, and also a battered look representing his more violent, explosive death.

Overall, he appears rather listless and sad, with an unnerving air of danger around him–even for a ghost. 

Danny’s “ghost sense” comes out as white smoke.

He does breathe black smoke at times, usually when agitated. 

He's already fought and defeated Pariah Dark by the time Sam and Tucker find him, technically making him the Ghost King. This is heavily speculated by ghost experts, despite there being no real proof beyond a massive battle that scarred Illinois. He has not donned the Ring or the Crown, and captured sentient ghosts are hesitant to answer questions surrounding him. Danny basically has the throne but doesn’t do anything with it, and finds it meaningless enough to routinely forget he has the title. He only fought Pariah because he knew otherwise, humanity would have perished. A lot of ghosts are scared of him because he's so hard to figure out, and he's strong. 

Danny is usually very quiet and speaks softly, because his lungs were damaged in the blaze that half-killed him. He's technically healed since becoming a ghost, so it's more of a compulsion due to the traumatic memory. That, and he’s just… very forlorn and distant, shy around humans who don’t seem to understand how dangerous it is to keep hanging around him.

His memories pre-accident are extremely fuzzy. He knows the very basics of who he was, but specifics have been muffled due to trauma and isolation. He routinely forgets human habits, etiquette, etc. and tends to act more like a full ghost with some odd quirks. 

He does try to scare Sam and Tucker off numerous times. Unfortunately for him, they realized they shouldn't have been able to escape a ghost that strong–but they did, because he let them. 

Sam and Tucker think he's mute at first! He doesn't speak a word to them until several encounters later, when he fumbles his whole scary act and saves them from another ghost. 

He’s still half-ghost, though he doesn’t figure this out until Sam and Tucker come along trying to unravel the mysteries behind the Amity catastrophe. Physically and emotionally, he’s been stuck for 100 years–so his human form is still 19. It’s unclear at this point if he can age normally like a human as long as he stays in human form, or if he’s immortal. 

Danny's family did not turn into ghosts, though he sometimes worries he'll find them in the afterlife as shells of their former selves. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he's not sure he'd recognize them. 

(Danny also still has some living family. Take a guess.)

Yes, he knows how to Wail. Understandably, he very rarely uses it. You do not want to witness this.

Danny :) is not immune :) from the allure of eating a human's life force :)))

#danny phantom #au #zilly art #I just wanted to draw a boy with long hair and claws how did this happen #fire core au

[mysterycitrus]

hihihi! tim drake in college real?

oog indeed mein freund

so ur tim drake, ur seventeen, and ur dad has just come back from the dead. u hollowed urself out until there’s nothing left and ur ribs are broken but you’ve never felt better. if u stop moving for more than a second the weight of the world hits u. there’s another kid wearing ur uniform and u have to watch as this new robin and bruce, the bruce u fought for, the bruce u left everything behind for, the bruce u nearly died for, debut as gothams dynamic duo. but it’s fine. u did what u had to do. u feel great, actually.

then ur brother who u love more than anything sits u down and tells u he’s enrolled u in college in california. ur so angry ur spitting. he trusts u and now he’s not even giving u the choice to stay. u want to kick and scream and hold on till ur hands are bloody, but he tells u that he’s worried. he’s been so scared for u since ur dad died. he thinks ur losing urself. he wants u to make choices for urself without bruce. he wants u to spend time with ur friends who are alive again and miss u. he wants u to take a chance to live ur life away from gotham, away from that burden.

he tells u: robin is never truly gone, alright? it’ll never leave. i need u to trust me that it’ll still be u no matter how many other kids wear the cape. i need u to trust that i love u more than what ur able to do in tights.

and he knows this better than anyone. he’s asking u to extricate tim drake from robin and batman and red robin. to remember what it felt like to choose. and after all these years u can’t say no, so u pack ur bags and leave for the west coast.

college is fine. u keep changing majors. u pick up photography as a joke, thinking about snapping photos of the boy wonder from a distance, to print in the basement dark room after school. it’s a laugh, and ur gonna drop it until donna troy finds out, and u spend a long time on the roof of the tower with her taking photos of the sunrise. it’s been a while since the sunrise was the start of ur day. it feels….. unfamiliar. she tells u about how ur brother became nightwing. she tells u about the heartbreak of having to move on. she tells u about choices.

kon’s right down the hall. he can hear u but u can’t hear him, so sometimes you’ll whisper a question for him to shout back. he obligingly poses for ur still life class. he and steph make fun of how u can’t decide what to study. it’s painful to become tim drake and nothing else again, but it happens in increments. u make friends with people in ur tutoriasl. ur less pale — u pinken under the sun easily, peeling flesh turning red and painful, but u look less like a corpse. ur hair is longer, and bart buys u a claw clip shaped like an avocado.

the new robin is growing up, and he explains colour theory to u for one of ur classes. he’s an asshole, but he’s trying. when asked politely, he draws character sheets for bart’s dnd group with minimal grumbling. red and yellow suit him, and looking at him in the costume feels less painful, and more nostalgic.

u brainstorm new ideas for urself, new roles, new ideas for the team, but there’s no rush. u have time. if u see bruce, u kno there’s someone else at his back, watching him through the night. dick texts u life updates, but they’re funny, not desperate. the world continues to spin. u, tim drake, are still alive.

#sorry this is truly just word vomit #tim drake #robin #red robin #dc comics #teen titans #ty for all the asks I got immediately everyone!!!!!!! v v appreciated #OOG!! ily rimi hehehehe #the ask and the answer

[sky-kiss]

Raphael. Haarlep. Bath. Accidental fiendish ascension.

A/N: OH FRIKK. I FORGOT THE ACCIDENTAL PART. Bruh, I did goof this. But hopefully you still enjoy it lol. It’s been a while since I wrote them, and I forgot how much I love them. Sin under the cut.

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R/H: Desire

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"My, we are in a state." 

Haarlep snickers, patting their little brat's cheek. The cambion sneers, an admirable attempt at superiority undermined by the way his pulse leaps, chest still heaving. Oh, but the muscles in the poor dear's shoulders are still so tense, all of him so awfully rigid—a contrast to his softening length still nestled within the incubus' body. Haarlep clenches around it, rocking their hips twice—just enough to choke another strangled moan from their boy prince. 

They sigh, stroking hair back from his forehead, leaning over him. Over the course of centuries, Haarlep has learned what his Master needs. The woefully mortal half of him craves a touch of intimacy in the aftermath; in those scant few moments, the incubus could presume upon his good graces in such delicious little ways. They press their forehead to his, trace his nose with their own, lingering a hair's breadth from his mouth before licking into it. Raphael parts for them with an airy moan, hips rocking up. 

Good boy. 

Raphael shivers. His grip tightens on the incubus' hips, drawing them nearer before recalling himself. Remembering who he is, what they are—how tedious. Haarlep kisses him again to push those troublesome thoughts away, lazily stroking their cock. They have the pleasure of watching Raphael's eyes flutter, pretty lashes fanning out across his cheek. Such a beautiful boy, truly, full lips parting, still a touch hoarse from their earlier exertions. 

Haarlep traces his cheek with one claw. "Tell us what you need, darling. What are we for if not to help?" 

Raphael scoffs. "To watch. To mind me." 

"Mmm, to play nursemaid, yes. And we might have such fun with that." Haarlep shakes their head, sifting through their mental Rolodex to find a form that might suit such an image. They think better of it; it isn't what he needs. The incubus speaks against Rapahel's lips, still stroking themself, listening to the water slap languidly against their chests in counterpoint to his movements. "But not tonight." 

Raphael shifts beneath them, head tipping back against the pool's edge. Haarlep chases the movement, licking up the column of his throat and biting—not hard enough to break the skin. They must yet linger in the sweetness. 

"And what would you have, wretch?" 

So little vitriol in the moniker—just an attempt to maintain the upper hand. Raphael's right-hand strays to their hand, holding them in place against his throat. His cock stirs, pressing deep enough to steal a pleased groan from the incubus. 

"You." Ah, and it's precisely what the spoiled creature wants to hear. Haarlep groans against his skin, leading them in a lazy rock. "You." Such a pretty facsimile of romance—though, Haarlep prides themself that their pleasure is vastly superior to any reality. They pulled back, breathing against his lips. "Where is my pretty Fiend? It's been so long since we played." 

Raphael's eyes, lovely, lovely, hellfire eyes, light with desire. The Fiend is true abandon—no thought, no regard, only wanton violence and sharp edges. Haarlep sees the acceptance; no need to vocalize—they've shared this existence too long to need that. The incubus climbs from their hips, tail flicking lazily behind them as they cross to the pool's far side. 

Their little brat vanishes with a wash of hellfire and sloughed flesh. The Fiend remains, hunched, hungry, its wretched face staring down at them. Haarlep coos. They bring their hand to its cheek, snickering as it dips its head. It tastes them, tongue lapping out to stroke the curve of their throat and up to the incubus' mouth. Haarlep licks it back. 

The Fiend howls, knocking them back against the pool's side, struggling their legs open. And, oh, Haarlep cannot recall wanting something more. 

None of their boy king’s control. Only brutality. The Fiend is all his ambition made manifest. It is a live wire, heat, and hellfire fucking into them with perfect violence. It is a rare opportunity for Haarlep to simply exist, caught in that nexus of pleasure and pain. 

And oh, it is perfection. 

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #haarlep #haarlep x raphael #my writing #bg3 smutt #bg3 fanfic #asks #ascended fiend raphael

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Confession

Ominis Gaunt x m!reader

Summary - Request for “i dont send asks often but i havent seen desperate ominis?? nsfw or not idc. love your work!!”

Word Count - 1,454

Warnings - 18+ smut, mentions of blood

A/N - not super subby Omi but we'll get there someday

You and Ominis had been close for a while, tiptoeing the line between friends and more. Often you would find yourself tangled up in the Slytherin common room, enjoying each other's warmth and taking a nap. Propping each other up in a boring class, fighting to keep your eyes open. Hands drawing gentle shapes on the other's knee while you try to focus on studying.

All of the interactions implied a heavy, unspoken connection between you. But neither of you wanted to break the spell and risk ruining the relationship by exploring it for what it was. When Ominis surveyed the expanse of your thigh he had to restrain himself from drawing his fingers further up. He was desperate to know if your cock was aching as badly as his way and he was so close to finding out. He just had to drag his hand up a little higher.

When he would come back from a long day and find you posted up in your bed, he knew your arms awaited him as he crawled beside you to rest his head on your chest. He skillfully avoided crawling between your legs for fear of what he might find or not find. He could hear your heartbeat, but it seemed so calm he had no reason to suspect you were holding in as much tension as he was. As the end of your seventh year was nearing, Ominis didn't want to hide anymore. He needed to know if you yearned for him in the ways he did for you and he needed to accept what you had together only meant so much if you didn't.

He invited you to the dorms while everyone else would be in the great hall having dinner. He was feeling nervous and kept obsessively adjusting his tie or running a hand over his hair to ensure it was perfect. He had shed his robes and had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Selfishly he wanted as few layers as possible between the two of you if things went the way he wanted them to.

He jumped slightly when you opened up the door, joining him where he sat on his bed. You took his lead, hanging your robe on a bedpost before slapping a hand onto his thigh.

"Hey, is everything alright?" You looked at him earnestly, concerned with how unlike him it was to request such a private meeting with you. He had to fight a groan at your contact, willing your eyes to stay on his face so you didn't notice the growing bulge in his pants. He looked over at you with a sigh, determined to keep his eyes on you. He couldn't read your expressions, but he needed you to see his; to understand his feelings.

"I wanted to speak with you because I...well I wanted to know what this is." He gestured to your contact with his leg. "It's not exactly what the other boys are doing together. Certainly, nothing I would dream of doing with Sebastian, being so close that we could snog."

He turned his body towards you, swallowing his pride when your hand slipped across his groin, now grasping his erection. He reaches out to find your shoulders and takes a firm hold of them.

"I need to know if you feel the same way. If every time we're wound around one another you're thinking about flipping me over to make me yours. You've never made a single move and I — I've been afraid, but I can't take it," he ended his sentence in a whine, grinding his teeth while thrusting his hips against your palm.

You spend just a few moments searching his face before taking a firm hold of his hard-on and crashing your lips into his hungrily. This pulls another moan out of him and you become obsessed, determined to hear more.

His arms wrap around you and you force his back to the bed, crawling over top of him. You replace your hand with your own hips, allowing him to feel your arousal.

You break the kiss to bring your lips below his ear, "Tell me how badly you need me, Ominis."

His hands claw at your back through your shirt, mouth open in ecstasy while you suck and bite at his neck. He yelps when your teeth puncture his sensitive skin.

"Please, Y/N. I've needed you for so long. I need you to ruin me. I need to cum," he begged. As much as you loved hearing his words, you didn't need to be told twice. You smirked against his neck, running your tongue over the gentle trickle of blood you left behind. He shuddered from the contact.

You leaned back to give yourself room to unfasten his buttons and pull his shirt aside, throwing his tie somewhere to worry about later on. You run your hands over the expanse of his pale chest, taking in how beautiful he looks beneath you.

His lips were swollen with the force of your kisses. Blood was smeared across his porcelain skin from the fresh, pink bite that marked him as yours. His nipples hardened from your touch and his back was arched as he tried to stay as close to you as possible.

You place a hand on his cheek. "I'm going to ruin you," your voice comes out in a growl as you rake your nails down his chest. You pop the button at the top of his pants and shift to slide them down his legs, underwear as all.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his leaking pink cock. You make quick work of your own clothes so that he isn't left alone for too long. You hover over the top of him and grip his ass, pulling him down the bed and forcing his knees into his chest. You run a finger down the length of his cock, over his sack, and down to his pulsing hole that was really the prize.

"What, you want me in here?" You fumble for your wand and place the tip of it inside of him to create a gush of lubrication. You take your fingers and rub teasingly around his entrance before you dive in with two fingers.

You watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock twitches from the contact. "More, please."

You curl your fingers, pumping them in and out before adding another.

"Like this, is this good enough?" You stroke your own length with your free hand as he squirms beneath you.

"No, ' want your cock, please Y/N," he reaches out desperately searching for your cock or thighs, anything so that he can feel you. You laugh at his flushed cheeks and pull your fingers out, running them over his sensitive thighs.

You rub the head of your cock against his hole, teasing him and forcing him to beg while you stroke the lube over yourself.

"Of course you do, you've always been a good boy for me, haven't you Ominis?" You lean down over him, running your fingers through his hair sweetly before you thrust yourself inside of him. Your groans mingle with his as you wrap your arms around his back to hold him close.

"You so tight just f'me aren't you? Letting me have your little virgin hole."

His mouth is hung open as shameless cries of your name spill from his lips. His chest and cheeks are flushed and his cock is throbbing between your bodies.

"Y-yes, I just wanted you Y/N..."

You begin a ruthless assault over any skin you can reach, licking and nipping to see the red color rise to his skin amidst all his other beauty marks. You pound into him relentlessly, breathing heavily to hold back your own orgasm. You're insistent on seeing him make such a mess with his cum without even needing you to touch his cock.

He starts panting and his nails dig into the skin of your back, "I — I can't, I'm gonna cum Y/N," he lets out a strangled cry and you feel the hot spurts against your chest as he stains you both.

"Fuck," you change your pace to chase your own orgasm and Ominis is holding back tears from the near overstimulation. He gasps when you finish inside of him, making a few extra thrusts to mix it up and make sure he knows it's there.

You lay against him limply, sticking together from sweat and his mess as you both try and catch your breath. You tilt your head up towards him, "Is that what you wanted pretty boy?" He just nods at you fervently, unable to find any more words. He pulls you down for a soft kiss and clings to you.

#ominis gaunt #ominis #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x m!reader #ominis smut #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis x mc #ominis x oc

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Welcome aboard

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...

Ugh I'm sorry if this one's bad, I tried :(

Warning(s): fem reader, poisoning, possessiveness from all three boys

Ghost pirates; a problem all merfolk have to deal with. While most ghost pirates have been dead so long they've made peace with the merfolk- some are even quite friendly- there are certain crews that refuse to give up their life of piracy.

You enjoy hanging around sunken ships, as you've always found human construction, specifically human construction from many many years ago, interesting. The way they constructed their vessels to overcome the harsh conditions of the sea... the intricate details carved into the wood... how ever so interesting their weapons were...

You didn't know that those intricate details carved into the wood would be the last thing you'd see while alive.

You were doing as normal, swimming around, investigating shipwrecks... and suddenly, you were caught in some kind of net. Oh, but that's fine... merfolk get caught in fishing nets surprisingly often, they're usually let back into the sea with a "Sorry for the inconvinience!"

However, that was not the case today. There were two people you saw, both wearing outfits reminicent of the pirates of the olden days, covered in coral and barnacles, as if they had been underwater for years. The shorter one was a dirty blonde with blue eyes, and the taller one had white hair and yellow eyes.

"Well, would you look at that?" The dirty blonde one said. "An honest-to-goodness mermaid! I bet her scales would sell for a good price."

"What do you think we should do with her, Ruggie?" The white-haired one asked.

"Take her aboard, of course! Whatever we end up doin' to her, she'll be quite useful to us." Ruggie responded. "Oi! Someone get the captain!" He yelled to the rest of the crew. "Leona's gonna want to see this~"

You were terrified. You'd heard stories of this... back in the days of pirates, if they happened upon a mermaid, it was almost certain they'd take her aboard and cut her apart and sell her scales...

Are you going to die...?

"This had better be good." Someone grumbled. He seemed to be the captain Ruggie yelled about earlier, he was wearing an eyepatch and had a scar underneath it.

"Check it out Leona, we've got ourselves a mermaid!" Ruggie said, showing you off. The captain, Leona, gave you a once-over.

"Throw it back."

"What?! Look at her! Don't you realize how-"

"Money doesn't matter to us anymore. Nothing does. I said, throw it back."

"Y-yes! Please listen to him!" You pleaded. "Please, I-I don't want to die yet!" You were crying. You were so scared that you didn't care how they viewed you- you just wanted to get out of this situation. Though, Leona's opinion of you changed when he saw you cry and plead to be let go.

"On second thought... bring her aboard. Don't de-scale 'er just yet though." Leona said, drawing his cutlass and pointing it at you. "Welcome aboard the Savannah's Claw, mermaid~"

Days go by.

Days of sitting in a wooden tub of water beneath the ship's deck, constanly fearing for your life.

You were forced to get to know the crew as the days went on. Three moreso than the others; Ruggie, Jack, and their captain, Leona.

Ruggie would tell you tales from when he was alive. He'd talk about how much money he and the crew would steal from other ships, all the pillaging he did, how he got into piracy, the thing's he'd seen, the mutiny and marooning he organized with Leona(which was aparently how Leona became captain)... he'd stroke your tail and tell you how much money he'd get from selling it if he were still alive.

Jack was the nicest. At night, he'll bring you above deck and allow you to observe the sea. Jack was the one who brought you food and even alcohol occasionally. But it's not because he likes you or anything! It's just common courtesy to allow the living to stay alive, you know??

Leona... Leona would tell you how much he wanted to touch you. Yes, he could touch you as a ghost, but he wasn't able to feel you. Leona told you that if you were alive when he was, he would've made you his wife. He scared you. Much like Ruggie, he'd tell you about all the acts of piracy he did in life... he told you how in life, he'd never once taken 'one of your kind' to sell, and how you're the first mermaid he's ever taken aboard the ship. You found it hard to believe him, though...

If you'd really listened to what the three of them were telling you, you would've known what was going to happen to you.

Last night, Jack gave you something.

You drank it without question. It was in a regular bottle, and tasted normal, it didn't smell weird... there was no reason for you to believe anything was wrong with it.

You woke up to someone pulling your hair.

"Hey, mermaid, you awake yet?" A voice you immediately recognized to be Leona asked.

"O-ow-! Well now I am..."

"Ooh, it feels nice. It's been a long time since I've felt a mermaid's scales!" Ruggie said, stroking your tail as he's done before. but that was when you noticed something was wrong.

"Wait... why can I feel you touching me...?" You asked. Since the trio were ghosts, you could never feel them touching you- and vice versa, they can't typically feel your body when they touch you.

"Oh, you noticed?" Ruggie asked.

"You're dead, mermaid." Leona told you, smirking.

You sat there in shock and silence for a moment. You're dead? No, that can't be!

"Yeah, I uh... sorry for poisoning you." Jack apologized. "It's just... I'd like if you could be a part of our crew forever, you know? I thought if you became a ghost like the rest of us..." Jack quieted down, sounding almost embarrassed or nervous about killing you?

"I'm glad you did it." Leona said. "Now she can be mine, forever."

"Woah woah woah, Leona, I understand you're the captain, but you're crazy if you think she's just for you." Ruggie shot an angry glare to Leona. "She's for me, understand?!"

"If we're really talking about who's she is, I'm the one who poisoned her, so logically she should be mine!" Jack interjected, pointing to himself.

...how are you supposed to accept this?

#leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere ruggie bucchi #yandere jack howl #yandere leona x reader #yandere ruggie x reader #yandere jack x reader #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere ruggie bucchi x reader #yandere jack howl x reader #yandere leona #yandere ruggie #yandere jack

[divine-misfortune]

hi void !! can u pls write some ghoulettes taking care of phantom ? nsfw preferred but doesn’t have to be !

Phantom wanted to hide. He wanted to hide his face in his hands or maybe even one of the pillows strewn across the dressing room couch. But his hands remained dutifully in place, fingers digging into the leather cushions. He'd been told to keep them there and he did not take the tone of Cirrus' voice lightly. More of an order, less of a suggestion.

His face was surely bright red. It certainly felt it. He was burning, internally and externally.

Somehow he was the only one the slightest bit flustered.

Aurora hardly seemed bothered. Even though she was kneeling between his legs, even with the head of his cock resting flat against her tongue. She seemed at ease. Heavily lidded eyes and pink dusted cheeks, relaxed and beautiful. And Cirrus was more amused than anything. Her long thin fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace. The other hand rested on the back of Aurora's neck as gentle encouragement but her attention remained entirely fixed onto the near purple head of his dick disappearing in her fist.

"How's that sweetheart?" Cirrus gave his cock a little squeeze and tapped it against the other ghoulette's tongue. It sounded wet. He felt a whimper bubble out of his throat. "You like her mouth?"

"Hh...Lot, like it a lot. Her tongue's soft."

Aurora's shoulders shook in silent laughter as she flicked her tongue over the tip, lapping up a bead of precum before it had the chance to drip.

"Oh I bet it is. Bet you want to use her pretty mouth properly huh?"

"Yes ma'am." Phantom nodded. He could feel his claws ready to pierce the leather beneath them.

"Shame you can't just fuck her mouth yet, we can't have you ruining princess' voice before the ritual."

"I know..." He bit his lip.

"But she was so eager to help you destress before we went on, sweet isn't she?"

"Very," another nod. He met Aurora's eyes and she simply batted her lashes. "Real sweet."

Cirrus smiled. Pleased with his response, the pace of her hand sped up. He wanted so badly to thrust into the motion. This had been a game of patience, he'd played by Cirrus' rules, and he could feel the reward she promised. Close. So close.

"Please ma'am, I'm-"

"You're gonna be a good girl and swallow for him, right baby?" Cirrus interrupted his weak plea, gently petting through Aurora's hair.

"Uh huh..." Aurora did her best to respond without drooling on herself or him. Cirrus wouldn't be happy if she made a mess of their uniforms.

"Go on, suck on the head just like I showed you." Her pale eyes returned to him and eagerly drank in the raw desperation on his face. "You've listened so well, you've earned it. Want you to cum in her mouth baby boy."

Cirrus' snuck her other hand in to gently cup his balls and his head tipped back with a groan. She surely felt them drawing tighter, and she encouraged it in the way she fondled them and continued jerking him off. Between her indulgence and Aurora's soft lips on his cock, he wouldn't last even if he wanted to.

She hollowed her cheeks and lavished the vein on the underside with the tip of her tongue and Phantom let out a sudden sharp curse. His hips twitched forward. Another few greedy inches into her mouth as he spilled over the edge. Aurora made a little surprised squeak that would've made him laugh if not for the orgasm rushing through him.

"Hell..."

The tension washed out of him in an instant and he went limp as Aurora pulled off with a little pop.

"Better?" She asked, rubbing his inner thigh slowly.

"Sooooo much better." He chuckled breathlessly.

#phantom was just a lil too wound up before they had to go on!! the girls are so helpful #void writing #answered #writing #spicy tag #nameless ghouls #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #the band ghost ficlet #ghost the band #ghost bc

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bedtime Stories

Masterlist

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam asked Dean, angrily, as we drive down the empty wet road. "Because I said so." Dean said, firmly. "We got the Colt now!" I exclaimed. "(Y/n)..." Dean said, warningly.

"She's right. We can summon the Crossroads Demon…" Sam started to say but then Dean starts to shout over him.

"We're not summoning anything."

"...pull the gun on her and force her to let you out of the deal!"

"We don't even know if that'll work!" Dean shouts. "Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!" I shouted at him. "We don't know if that'll work either, (y/n)! All you guys are pitching me right now is a bunch of ifs and maybes and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!" Dean shouts, angrily, at me.

"And if we don't screw with it, you die!" Sam said. "Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation." Dean said. "Why, because you said so?" I asked him, angrily. "YES BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Dean screams out.

"Well you're not Dad!" Sam shouts and he and Dean silently stare at each other. "No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And both of you are going to let this go, you understand me?" Dean yells while Sam and I stay quie . Sam stares out the window and I scoff and lean back in the backseat, folding my arms across my chest.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean said as he looks at Sam, who doesn't say anything. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." He said and Sam picks up a paper from his lap.

"Psychotic killer…rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity." Sam said in a monotone. "OK, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Dean asked.  "No. But the lunar cycle's right." Sam said. "Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month." I said. "Two days, no sweat." Dean said and we drive down the highway.

The boys and I hold our fake badges with our photos then we close our badges and return them to our suit pockets. Kyle, the lone survivor of the attacks, lies in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes. "I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page and Detective Jones, we're with the County Sheriff's Department." Dean said.

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you." Kyle said and I furrow my brow at him. "You have?" I asked. "All morning. You are the sketch artist, right?" Kyle asked and Sam and I exchange a look. "Absolutely." Dean said, quickly. "Yeah." Sam mutters, quietly, as I nodded. "Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen." Dean said, laughing, as he pats Sam's shoulder. Sam glares at Dean.

"But listen before we get started on that I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?" I asked Kyle. "I- I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running." Kyle replied. "'Kay. Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." Sam said as he pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket and starts sketching.

"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..." Kyle said and Sam nods. "Six feet..." Sam mutters. "Dark hair." Kyle said as Dean and I peek at Sam's sketch, which looked like a child drew it.

"Uhm, what-what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Sam asked Kyle. "Maybe….blue?" Kyle said. "Blue?" I asked. "It was dark." Kyle replied. "Did they seem..." Dean then clears his throat. "Uh, animal-ish?" Dean asked, finishing. "Excuse me?" Kyle said, confused.

"What about his teeth? You notice anything strange about 'em?" I asked and Kyle shakes head. "No, they were just teeth." Kyle said. "Teeth, OK." Sam mutters as he continues to draw.

"How about his fingernails?" Dean asked. "OK look he- he's just a- a normal guy, with normal eyes and- a-and teeth and fingernails!" Kyle exclaims. "Look sir, it's OK if-" Sam tried to say but Kyle shakes his head. "No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy, he- he killed my brothers." Kyle said, in despair then looks up at me and Sam.

"How would you feel?" He asked us and there was a pause before Sam speaks up. "I can't imagine anything worse." He said and Dean glances at Sam. "I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details." Dean said as Kyle looks down like he was thinking.

"Th-there was one more thing he had a- a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. It's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner-" he said and my eyes widen at this. "Wile E. Coyote!" Dean and I said in unison then we smiled at each other. "Yeah, that's it." Kyle said then the doctor walks in.

"Kyle?" He asked and Kyle looks up at him. "Dr. Garrison." He said. "How you holding up?" The doctor asked. "OK, considering." Kyle replied. "You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked. "Yes?" The doctor said and Dean holds up his badge. "Can I just ask you a few questions?" Dean asked and the doctor nods. "Sure." He said then Dean looks over at me and gestures for me to follow him.

So Dean, the doctor and I leave the room leaving Sam with Kyle. 

"Boy, this is a piece of uh, art. Really." Dean said, chuckling, as he looks at Sam's drawing as we walk down the street. Sam snatches back the notebook from Dean. "Yeah like you could've done any better." Sam grumbles and Dean andni chuckle.

"So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" Sam asked us. "Not much, they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give us the lowdown on the Coroner's report." I said. "Lemme guess, their hearts were missing." Sam said. "Nope." I sighed.

"But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines." Dean said and Sam scrunches up his nose. "That's just gross." He said. "Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior." I said. "So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed." Sam said.

"Why would a Demon stop halfway through an attack?" Dean asked. "I think that, uh.. Coulda... Yeah, I got nothing." Sam said, shrugging. "Me neither." Dean and I said as we continued to walk on.

The next day, Sam, Dean and I, in suits, approach the nurses station at the hospital. There was another attack that involved a murder, this time it was a couple. The woman survived but the man didn't make it.

Two Sheriff's deputies exit a patient's room and the boys and I turn away from them and focus on a set of flowers on the counter. As the deputies pass by, we turn and continue down the corridor to the room where the deputies exited. "Please, please." The woman, Juile, pleads to Dr. Garrison. 

"Shh. Hey, we need to observe you while the drugs still might be in your system." Garrison said as he tries to calm her down. "I have to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!" She cries. "It can wait. Now you need to rest. Stay. Be back in a few minutes." Garrison said to her then he walks towards us as we stand in the doorway.

"Detectives." He said.

"Dr. Garrison." Dean said, nodding.

"What the hell is going on here? My whole town is going insane." Garrison said. "We'll let you know as soon as we do." Sam said and Garrison leaves. The boys and I move into the room. "Ms. Watson? Hi. We just need to ask you a few questions." I said as we produce our badges.

"Do we have to go over this again, now?" She asked, slightly annoyed and tired. "We'll try to be brief. Ms Watson, can you tell us how you got away?" Sam asked her and Julie nods. "I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it. And, when the old woman was...carving up Ken, I shoved her and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove." She explained then she looks up at us, tears in her eyes.

"She's dead, right? I- I killed her?" She asked, sobbing. "D'you have any idea why she did this to you?" Dean asked her. "No! One minute she was a sweet old lady and the next she was, like, a monster." Juile said.

"Can you remember anything else?" I asked her. "Um, yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?" She asked and we furrow our brows. "A little girl? At the house?" Sam asked, confused. "I thought I saw her outside the window. She just disappeared. Just vanished, into thin air." She replied and the boyd and I look at each other.

"It m-must've been the drugs." Julie said, shaking her head slightly. "This disappearing girl what'd what did she look like?" Dean asked. "Does it matter?" She asked him. "Yes. Every detail matters." I said and she sighs. "She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight. She was a beautiful child, it was...odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible." She said.

"Well there's no sulphur anywhere, how about the EMF?" Dean asked us as we look around the old lady's house, which was in the middle of the forest. "Yeah, it's going nuts. Right over here by the window. There's definitely a spirit here." Sam said as he waves his EMF detector. 

"Who stood outside the crime scene and watched." I said and Sam nods. "Looks like." Sam said and then something clicked in my mind and I stopped in my tracks. Since the attack on Kyle and his brother, I always had this nagging feeling like this sounded familiar. And now looking around at this place and what Juile said it starts to hit me.

"What the Hell do you guys make of that?" Dean asked. "Actually I do have a theory. Uh, sorta." I said. "Hit me." Dean said as the boys look at me. "Well, thinkin' about fairy tales." I said and Dean gives me a bewildered look. "Oh that's- that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?" Dean asked me and I scoff and shake my head. "No, Dean she's talking about the murders." Sam said and he looks over at me. "Right?" He said and I nod. "Yeah. A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em? That's Hansel and Gretel. Then we got three brothers arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf." I said.

"Three Little Pigs." Dean said and I nod. "Actually those guys were a little chubby. Well wait I thought those things ended with uh, everyone living happily ever after?" Dean asked. "No, no. Not the originals." Sam said. "See the Grimm brothers stuff was kinda the folklore of it's day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories." I explained 

"So you think the murders are uh, what? A re-enactment? That's a little crazy." Dean said and I look at him in disbelief. "Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?" I asked him. "Touché." He said as he points at me.

"How's the creepy ghost girl involved?" Dean asked. "Uhm, well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too." I said. "We gotta do research now, don't we?" Dean asked and Sam and I shrug then Dean closes his eyes.

Later, Dean and I exit the library, Dean not looking happy. "So?" Sam asked. "Checked every record they had. Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size." Dean said as we walk across the road toward a park. "OK." Sam said.

"Wanna know how many how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?" I asked Sam. "Zero." Sam replied as we walk up to the park. "Zero! You wanna know how many how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip. zilch, nada." Dean said, annoyed, then he turns to Sam.

"Tell me you've got something good 'cause we've totally wasted the last six hours." I said. "Well you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s." Sam said. "She got a thing for fairy tales?" Dean asked. "Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits." Sam replied.

"A ghost puppet master." Dean said. 

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?" I asked Sam. "Could be. You know, kinda like uh, a spirit hypnosis or somethin'." Sam said. "Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us." Dean said and we stop walking. We look down to see a bullfrog sitting in our path, croaking.

"Yeah, you're right that's completely normal." Sam said, sarcastically, and the bullfrog croaks again and again. "All right maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales." Dean said. "I tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog." I said and Dean chuckles then the frog hops away.

"Hey, check that out." Sam said as he points to a house opposite which has a pumpkin sit on the porch. "Yeah? It's close to Halloween." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "What? D'you remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?" I asked him.

"Could you be more girlie?" Dean asked and I glared at him. "Hey, don't blame me for knowing these fairytales. My dad would read them to me when he wasn't hunting. And when I was a kid." I said and Dean looks down. "Sorry." He said and I smirk a bit then kiss his cheek. "You're forgiven." I said and we head towards the house.

Sam picks the lock and the three of us enter. Then we split up and begin to search search the house. We hear a noise and draw our guns as Dean closes the front door then we continue to search.

At another noise, Dean motions for Sam and I to head toward it, Dean follows. "Help I'm in here!" A woman's voice shouts and we come up to the kitchen. "Hey, hey." Sam said as we see a teenage Girl handcuffed to the oven. "It's OK we're here we got you." Sam said as he opens his lock pick kit.

"You have to help me, she's a lunatic." The girl said. "What happened?" Dean asked. "My step mom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me. Chained me up." The girl said. "Where is she now?" I asked her. "I don't know." She said and  I look through the kitchen door and spot the little dark-haired girl peeking out.

"Boys." I said and Sam and Dean look up and sees her as well. The little girl turns away and I follow her. I walk through the house to the entryway and see the little girl standing in the living room. She walks out of sight and I enter the living room, and look around, but the girl is gone. I pause, then turns around to see that the little girl has reappeared.

"Who are you?" I asked her but the little girl is silent. She flickers and vanishes. I look down, surprised, at a red apple on the rug then I pick it up and examine it. "Oh no." I whispered as I realized what this represents.

Dean sits on the hood of the Impala, playing with the apple after I handed it to him, then Sam approaches. "Paramedics picked up Cinderella." He saidm "That's good." Dean said and he tosses the apple to me. "So...Little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you, fairy tale girl?" Dean asked me and I scoffs. "Yeah, it's Snow White." I replied.

"Snow White? Ah I saw that movie. Oh the porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother? Woo, she was wicked." Dean said as he grins and I let out a noise of disapproval. "There is a wicked Stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple." I explained.

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?" Dean asked. "No. Puts her into a deep sleep, so deep it's almost like she's dead." I said as we get into the Impala.

"No, sorry. We don't have any comatose little girls." The nurse told us after we arrive back at the hospital. "You sure?" Sam asked. "Totally. It's mostly old guys. And well...Callie. She's been around since before I started here." The nurse replied.

"Callie?" Dean asked. "Yeah, it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison he just won't give up on her." The nurse said. "Is Callie one of his patients?" I asked her. "No. His daughter." She said

Qe arrive at Callie Garrison's room and stop outside the doorway. We watch as Dr. Garrison reads to Callie. "...and the Huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the Wolf. So the Huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the Wolf's belly."

I glance at the boys just as Dr. Gareison notices us. He puts down the book, gets up and walks to us. "Detectives. Can I help you?" He asked us after he clears his throat. "We just...heard that Callie is your daughter." Dean said. "And we wanted to say how very sorry we are." Sam said and Garrison nods. "Well, uh. Thank you. If you'll excuse me." He said and he walks out in the hallway. 

"Oh, heading this way? We'll walk with you." Dean said as we follow him. "How long's Callie been like that?" I asked him and Garrison looks at us. "We don't mean to intrude, we can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this." Sam said. "It's not easy. She's uh, been here since she was eight years old." Garrison said.

"That's when she was poisoned?" Sam asked. "Yes. Swallowed bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call." Garrison said. "You're wife was uh, was that Callie's stepmother?" I asked and Garrison stops walking and looks at me.

"Actually, yes. How'd you know that?" He asked and I shrug. "Lucky guess." I said. "Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and uh, it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I got left." Garrison said then he pauses before he continues. "Uhm, excuse me I gotta get back to work." He said and he walks away.

"Well you're right. It's Snow White in spades." Dean said to me. "Yep. Step-mom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?" I asked them. "Could be like Mischa Barton. Sixth Sense not the O.C." Dean said and Sam looks at him. "What?" Sam asked. "Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies. She played the pasty ghost. You know the, uh, remember the mom had that thing you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?" Dean said.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah, uh, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy." Sam said. "Huh, could be." I said. "So say all these years Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mommy dearest did?" Dean asked as we walk down the reception. "And after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out." Sam said.

"Right. Meanwhile she has to listen to dad tell her these deranged stories about a rabid wolf or a cannibalistic old lady, it's enough to drive anybody nuts." I said. "OK, but how are we gonna stop her, I mean Callie's stuck here, her father's keeping her body alive." Sam said. "It does make it a bit hard to burn the bones." Dean said. "You think?" I asked when a voice shouts.

"Coming in!"

The emergency doors open and we watch as EMTs bring in an old woman on a stretcher. "OK, what's her status?" A doctor asked. "Seventy-two year old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia." One of the EMT said. 

"Is that a bite?" A doctor asked as he looks over the woman. "Looks like she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?" The EMT said and Dean turns to me. "What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?" He asked me. "Little Red Riding Hood." I replied just as we see a cover is thrown over the woman.

"Excuse me." Sam said as we show our badges to the EMT. "Was she the only victim?" Sam asked. "She was found by the side of the road, barely alive. Alone." The EMT said. "We need to find her next of kin." Dean said. "Yeah, she has a granddaughter." The EMT said.

"Do you have an address?" I asked and the EMT hands a sheet of paper to me. "Thank you." I said then Dean takes the paper out of my hand.

"Hey, you guys find a way to stop Callie, all right?" Dean said. "What about you?" I asked Dean. "I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf." Dean said then he pauses. "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said." He said and he walks way while Sam and I stare after him.

Sam and I search the corridors until we spot Garrison. "Dr. Garrison! We need to speak with you." Sam said and he comes up to us. "Detectives. What can I do for you?" He asked. "Well, uhm. It's about Callie." I said. "My daughter? What about her?" Garrison asked.

"You know maybe, maybe could sit down for a minute?" Sam said but Garrison starts to get annoyed. "No. What about her?" He asked. "'Kay. Well um. All right Doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident." I said to him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, confused. "I'm sorry, but it's true." I said. "You have no idea what happened to my daughter." He growls then he turns and walks away, Sam and I follow. "There are things you don't know Doctor, about your wife." Sam said to him. "My wife?" He said, confused.

"Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie." I said and Garrison stops and turns back to me and Sam. "Why would you say something so horrible to me?" He asked, upset. "Because we need your help." I said. "Both of you stay away from me, and my daughter, you understand?" He threatens and he walks off.

"Doctor this isn't... Please, uh." Sam said as Garrison goes to Callie's room and shuts the door in our face. Sam and I sigh then Sam opens the door, and we enter and close it behind us.

"I'm calling Security." He said and he reaches for the internal phone. Sam clamps his hand over it to stop him. "No, listen. We don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to us more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them." Sam said. 

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Garrison asked us. "You're going to think we're crazy, but just understand us. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit." I explained and Garrison looks over at Callie sadly. He sits at the end of her bed, turning back to us. "So you've seen her too." He said and Sam and I look at him, surprised.

"I sensed her, Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at foot of my bed but I never...believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I-" he stops as he bites his lips. "It wasn't a dream. She looks like she did when she was eight. White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you." I said to him and Garrison sighs. 

"You guys are not a cops are you?" He asked us. "No." Sam and I replied. "Then who are you?" Garrison asked. "Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing." Sam replied.

"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-" Garrison stutters but I speak up. "Sir. Callie told us." I said and he raises his head up at us. "What?!" He asked, shocked. "Not in so many words, but in her own way. She told us." I explained and he shakes his head.

"My wife loved Callie. So how is- how is that possible?" He asked. "We don't know. But it is." Sam said. "No. No I- I don't believe you." He said and I sighed. "Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter." I pleaded to him and Garrison turns and stares at Callie.

He sighs then goes to the side of her bed and bites his lips. "Callie? Callie it's Dad. It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Mommy do that to you? I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is there something you wanna tell me?" He asked and Sam and I look to the aide and see Callie standing next to him. 

"Doctor..." we said and he looks up at us and we nod towards his side. He turns to her and kneels down to her. "Is it true?" He asked and Callie's spirit nods. "I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, OK? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go." Garrison said, tears in his eyes.

Then he turns back to Callie's body in the hospital bed and kisses her forehead. Callie's monitors buzzed and Sam and I look down, upset, while Garrison weeps and strokes his daughter's hair. He turns, but her spirit is gone.

"And the girl's OK?" Garrison asked Dean as we stand in front  of the doctor in the nurses station. Dean nods and Garrison sighs. "So, it's really over." He said. "Yeah. All thanks to you." Sam said. "Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago." Garrison mutters. "See ya ‘round, Doc." Dean said to him. "I sure hope not." Garrison said then he pats Dean on the shoulder and walks away.

"You know what he said? Some good advice." Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "Is that what you want us to do Dean? Just let you go?" I asked him. Dean doesn't answer as he looks at me then Sam. And just like that, he walks down the corridor alone while Sam and I watch. 

That night, Sam and I grabbed our backpacks as Dean turns over in his sleep. I give him a sad smile towards then looked up at Sam. Sam told me that he was gonna summon the crossroads demon and find away to get Dean out of his contract. And I offered to help as I want to find any way to save Dean.

He nods at me and I nod back as Sam heads for the door, looks back at Dean briefly before he silently departs. I let out a small sigh then go over to Dean, kiss his forehead and head out, quietly.

Sam crouches at the center of a crossroads, holding an open box. He adds a photo ID to the contents, closes the box and buries it with his hands. He dusts off his hands and stands, and both of us survey the four routes of the crossroads.

"Well. Little Sammy Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." A female voice said behind us. We turned around and see a woman in a black dress standing behind us. "I'm touched. I mean...Dean's been to see me twice, but you two? I never had the pleasure." She said as Sam and I glare at her.

"What can I do for you two?" She asked us then Sam draws the Colt and points it at her. "You can beg for your life." Sam said and the demon looks at us in disappointment. "We were having such a nice conversation, then you had to go and ruin the mood." She said.

"If I were you I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared." I said, threateningly. "It's not my style." She said then she turns to Sam. "That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that?" She asked but Sam doesn't answer.

"Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her...you can count on it." The demon sneered. "That's enough. We came here to make you an offer." Sam said. "You're gonna make ME an offer? That's adorable." She said, incredulous.

"You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, (y/n) lives. You live. Everyone goes home happy. Or..." Sam said then he cocks the Colt. "You stop breathing. Permanently." He threatens. "Oh." The demon said then she laughs. "All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on Sam. Do you even wanna break the deal?" She asked.

"What do you think?" I asked her. "I don't know. Aren't you two tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his?" She asked me then she turns to Sam. "Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him." She said.

"Watch your mouth." Sam growls. "Admit it. You're here, going through the motions. But truth is…both of you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone." She said and my fists clenches. "Shut up." I growled between my clenched teeth. "No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You two can finally be free." She said. "I said shut up!" I yelled.

"Huh. Doth protest too much if you ask me." She said, smirking. "All right, enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now." Sam said. "Sorry sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron clad." She said. "Every deal can be broken." Sam said. "Not this one." said the demon.

"Fine. Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so's the deal." Sam said and the demon laughs. "Guess again." She said. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Guys, I'm just a sales woman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me. He's not going to let it go." She said. "You're bluffing." I said. "Am I?" She asked then she looks at Sam, who was still holding the Colt.

"Shoot me, if it'll get you off, but the deal still holds, and when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit." She said. "Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?" Sam asked. "He's not as cuddly as me I can tell you that." She said.

"Who is it?" I asked, angrily. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry guys. There's no way outta this one. Not this time." She said and I look down in sadness. Sam looks torn, before sighing and shooting the Demon right between the eyes. She goes down with a groan. Sam watches calmly while I looked at the demon's body then I felt a smile form on my lips but then I felt a different wave of emotions wash over me.

Fear

Worry

"Oh, God....what have we done?" I whispered.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x you #supernatural dean #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #deanwinchtser #dean winchester imagine #supernatural fanfic series #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfiction #tv show fandom #tv shows #tv #horror #fantasy

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

No Fragile Thing

Wrote a thing from Aldreda's backstory because I guess part of my hiatus involves her grabbing me by the throat & saying "We are about me now. Figure it out." So there's no Aldricent, but hey! Peak into part of why she is the way she is! Aldreda Tag | AO3 Series

The great hall of Lonely Light was vast, it had to be since anyone who came would be staying for months to make the trip worth it. Its stone walls were painted with scenes of the sea; krakens rising up from the waves and bare-breasted seal women with their mouths open in silent songs. Long wooden columns, carved with swirling knots and longships and the dour face of the Drowned God, were spaced evenly throughout the round chamber, holding up the ceiling of intricately laid wooden beams. A large open fireplace took up most of the center of the room, with long tables surrounding it all the way to the dais where The Farwynd sat at the high seat, presiding over his court with all the authority of the High King of the Iron Islands. With how isolated the main branch of House Farwynd was, he might as well have been.

Aldreda swallowed as she peered out from the archway, half hiding herself at the landing of the stairs that led down from the bridge between the smaller, residential tower of the castle where her rooms lay and the main tower that held the court and, at the very top, the flaming beacon that served the longships that ventured so far out into the Sunset Sea. She so rarely asked The Farwynd for anything, and it was only the bone deep need of it now that saw her doing as much. When she stepped out from the archway and onto the worn, wooden floor of the great hall, it felt like her footfalls landed harder than was possible. The walk to the high seat had never felt so long. Without Orwen there to make her be “just his younger sister” so many men’s eyes on her felt wrong. Everything felt wrong without her favorite brother. Siren’s tits, it felt wrong without any of the older ones! The absence of eight men and one who nearly had been made the great hall feel haunted.

The Farwynd was all graying hair and great, braided beard that hung down to the center of his chest. He was silent as he looked down at her from the dais, a raised eyebrow the only indication he expected anything. In the plain, cushionless, seat beside their sire, Trystifer shifted uncomfortably. His feet did not quite touch the floor and the place where Euron, and then Barrian, and then Corwen had filled so comfortably swallowed the boy of ten.

“I want to raid.”

The men in the hall were who started it, laughing like Aldreda had told some great jest just to entertain them. Trystifer joined them, eager to be seen as a man grown now that he was The Farwynd’s heir. Aldreda’s cheeks grew hot, and she balled her hands into fists at her sides. She wanted to bite and claw at whichever of the men at arms had started the laughter. Drawing blood would make them take her seriously. For his part in all of it, her sire did nothing but look at her with an appraising eye.

When he finally spoke there was an air of passive judgment to her sire’s deep, almost scratchy brogue. “Is that why you parade yourself around in such a state?”

She wanted to reach up and run her fingers through the ends of her newly cropped hair. Her head felt so light now, and her back was unexpectedly cold. When Lady Melusine came into her room last night, she had burst into hysterics when she caught her daughter cutting her hair to her shoulders. After Aldreda had explained herself, she had calmed and helped her to make sure the cut was at least even; that did not mean she liked it, though. Still, it would appear Lady Melusine hadn’t said a word of it to The Farwynd. Or, if she did, he had simply forgotten.

“I wanted it this way.” She squared her shoulders even as she struggled to meet his eyes, even as the lifeless bodies of all her dead brothers balked at her from her memories and imaginings. It was like they rose up from the sea to stare at her, judging for her half-lie with the seal eyes they had all inherited from the man who sat before her.

“Will a husband, I wonder.” It was a statement more than a question, and it bit into Aldreda’s chest with the intent to take a hunk of meat.

“I don’t care what a man thinks of me,” at least not one who intended to bed her, “I want to raid.”

“A girl of three and ten will not replace twenty good men.” The Farwynd leaned forward in his chair, right arm sliding forward till his hand hung past the carved seal’s head it had been resting on previously. So she was a woman when he wanted to send her away, and a girl when she wanted to raid, then? Either way, she was not as wanted as a son.

“Did Orwen fill your head with enough glory stories that you thought you could?”

Her favorite brother's jovial laughter mixed with The Farwynd’s dismissive judgment, with the claps of thunder from the storm that took him, with the barks of the harbor seal she decided was him when she went down to their rookery after word of the longship's sinking came. It made Orwen sound otherworldly and cruel, like his ghost was agreeing with the voice of their sire in her mind when he told Aldreda that she could not replace the three sons he just lost.

Her fists curled even tighter, short nails digging into her palms. Would they pierce her skin if they were longer? Would that be better? Would her own blood prove her worth, or would it be another reason to call her useless and dismiss her like some fragile little girl and not the only living child by The Farwynd and his rock wife? Born and bred of iron and salt and stone to carve through the waves and to reave, to fill the gaps left by eight dead men and two who would have been.

“I can fight, and I can sail. Orwen made sure of it!”

The Farwynd snorted dismissively, and leaned back in the high seat. Aldreda curled her lip, and her thin brows furrowed over black eyes that were stormy as the churning Sunset Sea had been those three nights. She jerked her head back, pointing at her younger salt brother with her chin. “I’m better than him.”

Trystifer slid himself out of the heir’s seat with such force it looked like he jumped onto his feet, and his hands were fists just like hers. He stamped his foot as he glowered down at her from his spot on the dais overlooking the hall. “No you aren’t!”

The Farwynd slammed his fist on the arm of the high seat, making Trystifer and all the men in the hall straighten with attention. “Conduct yourself with some dignity, boy! You are my heir, fucking act like it.” 

“Yes, Lord Alfric.” Trystifer was stiff and his cheeks were pink. Even though he faced forward, his eyes were on his feet. The boy's deference only earned him a dismissive snort and an eye roll, however.

“Lord Alfric. You spend too much time with Mayra.”

Of course he spent time with his mother. He was a boy, and he had only been made to work on a longship three years ago.

“Who's ship are you serving on, boy?”

“Sylas Goodbrother.”

“That is who you should be spending time with. It'll put some hair on your chest and have you addressing me in the old way. The proper way.”

“And what about me?” She spoke louder now, to draw his criticism away from Trystifer. That was her little brother, regardless of how Lady Melusine talked about the salt wives.

“You’re still on that?”

“You lost good men, and I can replace them. They need to be, and I’ll fight anyone in this hall to prove I am good enough!” She could be better than them, if she wanted to be. Not just the men at arms who drowned with Corren and Orwen and Randar, but her older brothers too. All of them.

“Even if you bested some ship boy or barely blooded whelp, no one would take you.”

“I would.”

Aldreda followed her sire’s gaze to where her cousin stood. Westley had taken a step away from the long table where the men under his command paused in their sitting back down after The Farwynd’s commanding of attention. At eight and ten, he had not won much glory, but as the oldest son of The Farwynd’s rock brother he received enough favor to captain his own longship. He was also their cousin closest to Orwen, and a man he had told Aldreda to be more wary of than she wanted to be. It was a stupid warning. Her brother would not be friends with someone who prompted caution.

“Forgive me, Lord Reaver, if I spoke out of turn,” Westley took another step forward and dipped shallowly at the waist, “but it would be wrong of me to not look out for Orwen’s sister.”

“You want her?”

Westley’s eyes strayed from The Farwynd, to her. It was only for a moment, but it was long enough for Aldreda to see his charming, roguish smile was for her. “I do. I have seen how Orwen taught her, she's not beyond use. With a little work, I think Aldreda could make a fine raider.”

“Work you are willing to put in, of course.”

“Of course.”

The Farwynd looked over them both, his gaze hard and unreadable. Aldreda dug her nails further into the meat of her palms; it stung something fierce, but it was better than fidgeting or breaking eye contact with her sire. Either of those would sway him further from seeing her as worthy of the acknowledgment he gave his ten dead sons, perfect and saintly in the Drowned God’s halls where they were only memories and imaginings who could not disappoint him.

After what felt like an eternity, he relaxed back into the high seat and waved them both off. “Do what you wish. You have three years with her, and if she does not prove as fine a raider as you claim she could be I am sending her off to The Boatly. His rock wife died a year ago, he could do with a replacement, and he will not care if the new one could give him sons since he already has them.”

Aldreda inhaled sharply, and her eyes widened with indignation. Aldreda was not her mother. And even so, Lady Melusine said that it was not her fault that her husband sought the comfort of his salt wives after Ronas died, it was not her fault their second child was a daughter that saw him retreating from her without return. Westley took her by the bicep before she could even think about what it was she wanted to do. She would not do it, whatever it was; to injure The Farwynd was to injure Lonely Light itself.

“You will not be disappointed, Uncle Alfric.”

He said nothing, and just waved them off again. Aldreda heard Westley sigh through his nose, and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. The longer black hair at the top of his head fell into his eyes; they looked tired, and they were lighter than hers, grayer and warmer than the near pitch black of all of The Farwynd’s children. Did Westley want softer words and an acknowledgement of effort as well? Was that what was keeping him at Lonely Light instead of returning to Sealskin Point now that he was a man grown with some two years of adulthood under his belt? He looked back up, his attention solely on her now. “Come on, Aldreda. We’ve a lot to do in three years.” Westley squeezed her arm, and it was almost like Orwen. He let go of her, and then gave another shallow bow to The Farwynd before turning on his heel and strutting across the great hall towards doors to the main yard. Aldreda followed his lead, bowing before turning and running off after her cousin.

#my writing #oc: aldreda farwynd #hotd oc #(alfric & westley farwynd I am in your walls) #asoiaf oc #fyeahhotdocs #fyeahgotocs

[cheesecake-beech]

Imagine Vicious 6 favorite Sanrio character

UH YES FREAKING PLEASE

sorry I went kinda crazy on this KJFGKDFAHHDKSJ

IT DIDN'T EVEN TAKE ME THAT LONG TO MAKE THESE ONLY LIKE- 1pm-10pm TODAY TO GET ALL THESE DONE I WAS FREAKING FOCUSED ON DRAWING THESE LMAO Bro I was so inspired THIS WAS SO FUN TO DRAW LOL

ANYWAY, VICIOUS 6 SANRIO BUDDIES???

Wild Knuckles - Bad Badtz-Maru & Pochacco

Old man is tasked with taking care of a dog and a penguin, dog is like a good doggo son to old man, meanwhile penguin is a troublemaker for old man. (something he's all too familiar dealing with skadjak.)

Badtz-Maru probably makes is a pain in the ass to look after him.

probably skateboarding everywhere inside his house, screeching his guitar just to be annoying

when he tries to give them food or sumthin, he probably does that spoon thing where you flick it and it just ZOOOOM DFSHFKHSDJ

Meanwhile Pochacco is just a good boy.

He plays outside, but he's polite about it. He has nice manners.

Oh and he takes naps on his couch.

Badtz also probably does a freaking kick-flip over the wall because he's bored and wants to go do something else, or to also just inconvenience Knuckles 💀, grampa YOINKS doggo from his nap (because obviously he can't just leave him at home by himself) then books it after him.

Belle Bottom - Kuromi & Chococat

They are the moment. Belle probably likes Kuromi because of her fashion sense and her slayness,

and Chococat, probably thought he was cute and now he's her little buddy. Probably just sits in her hair or on the desk when she's at the lair doing work n stuff.

Belle takes them shopping, because yes.

Jean Clawed - Keroppi & Minna No Tabo

He just accidentally got stuck with watching both of them

The little boy suddenly grabbed onto him and he was trying to shake him off his leg, because who the heck let a tiny kid into the lair. Then all of a sudden a frog fell from the top shelf so he caught him with his claw.

Keroppi didn't like seeing the giant claw hand all that much.

Especially being inside of it.

Minna no tabo just waddled into the base and thought he looked cool.

Jean is kinda freaking out when there's a frog boy crying freaking out and he's unsure what to do with the kid on his leg.

Svengeance - Pompompurin

COME ON- GOLDEN RETREIVER FOR GOLDEN RETIEVER BOY? AUDDHFSHJFHDK IT'S JUST TO GOOD

Sven absolutely loves him and will protect him and loves how squishy he is.

Pompom likes everyone, he sees big guy and sees big guy as friend, he also has similar colour hair! Besties!

Stronghold - Hangyodon

He likes how this guy looks, he thinks he looks funny so he grabbed him and put him on his shoulder.

Hangyodon was just like "k" he doesn't mind, he also thinks he looks cool.

Plus he also likes sitting on his shoulder while walking around.

Hangyodon and do or say anything and it'll probably make Stronghold laugh just because of how silly he looks to him.

Nunchuck - Corocorokuririn

Don't ask

She believes he will make great company as a evil companion in all her crimes.

He's just there.

EXTRA UNDER THE CUT!

Valerie - My Melody & Hello Kitty

She would spoil them, she would take them everywhere. GIRLS' DAY OUTTT

She would TREAT THESE BABIES to EVERYTHING.

SLAY all DAY

Take them out for sweet treats and other stuff, like everythings on her.

ONCE MELODY AND KITTY MENTION KUROMI AND MIMMY YOU BET YOUR ASS SHE'S ALSO GOING TO INSIST THESE GIRLS BUY THINGS FOR THEM dskjdhfdsafgkd

She finds them SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS

Like she looks calm but on the inside she's dying from cuteness

Alan - Marumofubiyori (Moppu)

Alan would've probably accidentally picked them up like "Ayo who tf is this and where did they even come from" and when Moppu suddenly just, falls asleep, Alan would probably just awkwardly start holding him unsure about what to do.

But he'd just sit down and let Moppu sleep, then after a while he'd also probably fall asleep as well, because he also probably needs a nap dshfsfafhdfkdj

They both snore lol

Elliot - My Sweet Piano & Cinnamoroll

OH YEAH, BBY ELLIOT LOVES BABIES??

Bro would be dying and sobbing from how cute they are

Cinnamoroll probably just flies around his house while Piano puts flowers around to decorate.

I wouldn't be surprised if how Cinnamo and Elliot met is if Elliot was just washing dishes and Cinnamoroll just flew in through the window and into his face.

Claude - Tuxedo Sam Tako - Strawberry King Claudia - Pippo

#cheesecake talks #cheesecake's art // my art #ask box #minions rise of gru #cheesecake's babies // my ocs #vicious 6 #sanrio #cinnamoroll #hello kitty #corocorokuririn #chococat #marumofubiyori #tuxedo sam #strawberry king #wild knuckles #svengeance #belle bottom #stronghold #nunchuck #valerie/smokebomb #alan/sizzle #elliot/blaze #claude/frostbite #tako/heartache #claudia/lilyra

[hybbart]

Can we know the thought process/inspiration behind jimmy and tango design?? I found it really interesting, with their shape and everything. So I wanna know if you don't mind ofc! :D

Sure!

to start with I specifically went in with the intent to animate them. Because of that I wanted to create a style that was simple and quick to draw, a lot of straight lines and such. So I created my mcyt style specifically for that (it's started to bleed back into my regular style between not animating for the last several months and raau which is more detail oriented, but...)

For that I took inspiration from kim possible, heartcatch precure, gatchaman crowds, pokemon, and other art styles with simplified, long lines, and kept the designs super simple and easy to memorize and copy over and over. I'm a very inconsistent artist so it only goes so far but... you know. I also simplified the facial features with the eyes and nose and such, and decided to use solid filled areas where their design utilized black. (Jimmy's talons and Tango's claws)

For Jimmy I knew I wanted to make him very birb. Not as much as some of the more harpy level monster boy designs grian sometimes gets, but a bit more than just wings and a few feathers around the ears. I took inspiration from gatchaman crowds and oofuri's bird mouth design for his smile to give him a beak. I tried out giving him a beak lip like I've done in some other designs but it just didn't look right and was too small a detail.

I gave him long bird legs with bird feet cause I love me some inhuman leggies and I knew I wanted him to hop and hold up his leg like a bird. A lot of his bird features had how I would animate him in mind (often still and a bit jerky and very expressive with his wings and eyes) I am NOT good with wings so I decided to go super simplified with them, I knew I wanted them to sit like a heart on the avians' backs. I started out also with a super simplified version of the elfish feathered ears I often give avian monster boys, and at first in my first animation I treated them like ear wings but it looked too awkward and unappealing so I decided to just make them elven, but animated.

For his eyes... I know there was a lot of people who said it was this or that colour. I wanted them to be a bit more spooky though, so I made them brown but gave him a blue glow for his avian self, which changed colours in his other iterations. I also made them big and round to be more expressive, cute, and like his very cutesy skin.

Buff Jimmy was popular by then but I 1) hate buff characters and 2) had a hard time picturing Jimmy that way cause he's so cutesy and squeaky around tango and his skin is adorable. Plus, buff didn't seem very birdlike to me. I did give him a bit of that dorito shape and wider shoulders than hips though. Actually I very specifically tought myself how to draw small butts to draw jimmy to give him that twig-legged bird appearance and cartoony and so not to have his design as sexualized as my other art tends to be (this was a deliberate choice across all my MCYT art) I didn't give him facial hair again cause I'm not a fan and struggle to draw it, I wanted the ranchers to be well within my comfort zone for easy animation.

I wanted to give him and scott- who have very similar and simple outfits - more distinction from each other, so I decided to make his denim and gave him a collar that was like feathers. I also made the choice to give him a very low waist line in his clothing to make him look longer, and because I just like that look. I made his jeans skinny jeans that faded into his talons because it just worked better, emphasized leggies and looked better. I made the choice to give him visible stitching to make it look a bit more like denim too.

Overall the goal was to get that top-heavy but clearly light enough for it to not matter look that a lot of birds have. Also I gave him a stray hair to make his hair look a bit unkempt and feathery. It's stylish but no kept well. I also wanted to give him freckles but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep them consistent enough without limiting myself in a way I didn't like.

I made him slightly taller than Tango, cause I love tall Jimmy and short Jimmy equally and decided on opposite ends of average, but that gaps been growing since tbh.

For Tango... He had a few major inspirations. Cats (lions specifically), fire, and Dr Drakken. I wanted him to look very mad scientist but like, also Creature. The main goal was that he should look ready to crawl up a wall on all fours at any given moment, and have an extra cartoony silhouette. He should look like he's probably made of playdough, and his actual build should be ambiguous.

The pants and sleeves I made puffy inspired by the likes of Magi and Dr. Drakken but sleeker cause the material is thicker and i wanted it to flow into the boots (my first drawing i have clear separation between boots/gloves and coveralls, but i ditched that in the very first frame of animations lol)

I tried really hard to balance out the fire cat features without making him look like a demon. I'm not sure how well I succeeded. If I'm honest the sharp teeth were very much self-indulgence. His tail I made a literal line because anything else looked too thick and I'm terrible at drawing thin tails, and this would be easier for animation. The hair I wanted to look styled but also maybe possible fire but you cant tell quite? I wanted to take advantage of them being cartoons for effect with this art style.

His vest I'm honestly still not sure if it's leather or denim. I just knew I wanted something thick and insulated-looking. I wanted his clothign to be somewhere between engineer and punkish. You know he listens to his music too loud while working on some machine only he understands. And the kerchief was a decision made via a comity of my friends after trying out a few collar styles. His eyes I wanted almost shaped and smaller than jimmy's just like his skin, but still very expressive.

I also gave him a rougher appearance with the wild hair and eyebrows to give him... mmm... ugly isn't the right word, cause he's not. Jimmy is intentionally pretty, while Tango's kinda... feral, unkempt, a tad scary but in a silly way, a bit more goblinoid. Not conventionally attractive, I guess, but that's incredibly vague. I imagine his appearance being described in its movement first and foremost. If any of that makes sense...

But yeah most of his design is defined by sharpness and fluidity. He is liquid but like... a liquid made of knives. I try to make sure his face is a little shorter and sharper-chinned than Jimmy's. I wanted him to have very bombastic movements like he is living motion blur but very pointed. His movements probably come off a bit more masculine than Jimmy's in general, but that's not really something I intended so much as turned out to be an unforseen side-effect of my other design choices.

And, um, well that's it without getting into things I decided later on and other versions of them. the general concept is they're both very animated and cartoony but if very different ways, and take after birds and cats quite a bit. Sorry, this turned out to be A Lot. I really did spend a lot of time thinking about their designs while making them, since I knew I'd be drawing them over and over for animations.

#ask #notes

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 21

back already with another chapter! just some good fluff this time. bowser is a sleepy southern man, fight me

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

You stirred a little as you slowly came back from the world of sleep; it had been ages since you slept that well, and you weren't really keen on the fact that your body was forcing you to wake up. Waking up meant you'd have to leave the cozy warmth you were nestled into and the comforting weight on your chest. Even the warm air that was rhythmically brushing across the side of your face was nice, even though it smelled a little like–

Right, like ash and burnt logs. You turned your head to the side and cracked an eye open, taking in Bowser's sleeping face; he'd ended up on his stomach, again, face angled toward you. He looked almost adorable while he slept…

You forcibly kept your thoughts in check before they went too off the rails. To distract yourself, you reached a hand over to pet his snout, and realized that the weight on your chest was actually his arm, draped over you in a defensive manner.

Oh boy. Did Ludwig talk to him yesterday, too? Had Bowser caught feelings? Well, obviously he liked you enough to want you to visit, but how deep did that run?

You sighed softly to yourself, tracing the curves of his muzzle with your hand and enjoying the feeling of the bumpy but soft scales beneath your fingers. As much as you hated nebulous feelings and thoughts, it wasn't like you could do anything about them but wait and see what happened. Either he fell for his captive, or not. And you'd either fall for your captor because he treated you like a person that mattered, or not. You liked him just fine but you weren't sure about anything beyond that.

You'd be okay just being friends. Hopefully.

As you pet him, the king koopa tried to nuzzle into your hand, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth in an unconscious bliss. You couldn't help a warm smile; that was much more endearing than it needed to be but goddamn was it adorable. The mighty king of chaos, reduced to a happy blep at your touch. A fuzzy, warm feeling nestled its way into your heart at the thought.

After a few minutes, Bowser finally inhaled and let out a long, rumbling sigh, his eyes slowly drawing open as he returned to consciousness. His inner eyelids took a moment to slide out of the way, but when they did he locked his sleepy gaze with yours.

"Mornin'," he mumbled gruffly.

"Morning," you returned softly, making yourself hold his gaze. You were glad you did because a moment later his eyes closed again, meaning you didn't have to feel bad about looking away. "...Sleep okay?"

"Better'n usual."

You looked up at the ceiling, nodding; you weren't sure where it came from, but you kinda liked how his accent seemed thicker.

"You?" He shifted to lightly press his nose against your cheek.

Very briefly, you considered not being honest, but immediately chided yourself for even thinking that. Bowser deserved better from you, especially after pulling you out of the worst terror you'd ever had.

"Same, actually," you murmured, rubbing the top of his nose gently.

The two of you let silence settle between you. It was comfortable, natural, almost relaxing if your brain wasn't trying so desperately to overthink things. A few long moments passed before Bowser shifted again, this time setting his chin on your chest, his arm now across your thighs.

"You're like a giant needy dog," you mumbled, eyes flicking to look at him. Though his eyes were still closed, he had a smug smile stretching his lips back. Without looking at you, he brought his other arm up and around to start combing his claws through your hair like the night before; you didn't have any complaints, quietly soaking in the comfort.

"Never had a lazy mornin' like this so I'mma enjoy it how I want," he replied. His tail lightly pulled at the covers as it flicked. "And since I'm a king, I get what I want."

"Cocky bastard," you chuckled, "you sure it has nothing to do with intentionally squishing my boobs?"

He snickered quietly. "They just built-in pillows so might as well make use of 'em since you clearly wasn't." He rubbed his chin against your chest for emphasis and you squeaked indignantly.

"King Bowser Koopa, it's too early for this weird shit!" You had no idea if he had a full name so you just did your best with what you knew. He only cackled softly, though, and opened an eye to look down at you as you reached up to grab a horn.

His lip curled up and over a few fangs in a sneer aimed down at you, but you didn't miss the amused look hidden in his eyes. "Careful, sweetheart. I ended up likin' that li'l shake ya gave me a bit too much," he purred; it practically rattled your ribs since he was basically on you. You… didn't entirely hate it.

Although your cheeks tinted pink, you rolled your eyes at him. "Of course you did. On a totally different note that isn't vaguely sexual, what are my chores today, your royal neediness?"

"Hmm…" He sighed heavily in thought, closing his eye again in a clear sign that you wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. "Check on the kids after breakfast, then I guess keep fixin' my clothes. Nothin' else too urgent. Got an hour or so before that, though, so I hope you comfy."

"I'm gonna be stuck here for another hour?" you whined, feebly pushing at his head.

He grinned wickedly. "Unless ya want help with that bath 'n massage…"

"Oh, uh, suddenly I feel like I'm made of lead, so I'm okay to lay here until feeling returns to my limbs, thanks."

He snickered as he nuzzled you gently, but at least didn't keep pushing. It had yet to dawn on you that he was flirting, or else you probably would've had a stronger reaction to everything that had just happened.

You were still content to convince yourself he was just trying to get a rise out of you instead of being serious.

It was more comfortable that way.

Another silence fell, just as comfortable as the other one. You let your eyes close again as you slid your hand from his horn to his mane, fingers threading through those silky locks. Honestly, this was really nice - whatever happened, it seemed you both had each other now to turn to for comfort.

You'd been starting to suspect that like you, Bowser had been a little touch starved, hence why he seemed so needy this morning. But you didn't mind. It was kinda nice to be needed and wanted by someone you knew wouldn't hurt you. You'd only known the man four days but you would absolutely put your life in his hands. He'd proven to you twice already that he was serious about protecting you from Rodney, even if one of those times was just a night terror.

And, even though he enjoyed teasing you, he'd largely kept to his word about not getting too physical, or if he did he'd backed off quick enough before you were actually uncomfortable. Despite being a villain, he seemed like a genuinely good man to you, if a little conceited because of his kingly status.

Although you weren't keen to break the spell, something nagging at your brain had to be clarified. “Can I ask you something?” you asked softly.

He hummed softly in sleepy, cozy curiosity.

“You’ve called me ‘sweetheart’ three times now, but why?”

He sighed, but didn’t even open his eyes. “Gotta call ya somethin’, right? And since you refuse to give anyone your real name, ‘sweetheart’ it is.”

Well, alright. That was a pretty decent reason, and you couldn’t help a little grin. Maybe someday you’d tell him, but for now it was getting pretty funny to see how many names you could rack up.

Bowser chuffed and tucked his nose right up against your neck - you could still feel it twitching as he sniffed. This was probably the happiest, or at least most content, you’d been around him, so you weren’t totally surprised that he wanted to smell you (as weird as it was). No doubt it was some sort of fresh air from your fear, so to speak.

“Ya smell so sweet when you happy,” he said softly.

“You say the strangest things to me,” you smiled, but took the compliment. Compliment? Sure, compliment. You forcefully ignored how his lips brushed your neck when he spoke.

“Well, get used to it, darlin’. Just ‘cause you can’t smell it with your pitiful nose don’t mean it ain’t true.” He chuckled softly, another soft tug of the blankets alerting you to another tail flick. “Now hush. Still got a li’l while before breakfast and I wanna doze.”

#bowser #bowser x y/n #bowser x reader #super mario bros #fanfiction #fanfic

[lilianlay]

Tickletober day 10 - interrogation

Thanks @fresh-thomato for choosing pic ^^

Itto x Gorou

- Tell me why I'm here? - Gorou crossed his arms and looked at Itto.

Guys went to the Komore Teahouse, in which the head of the Arataki gang invited the general.

- I thought you should rest after your hard work. - the tall man smiled.

- What? Why do you care so much about me? - the dog boy blushed a little and his ears twitched.

- You just need it.

They entered the room Itto had booked, left their shoes at the entrance, and sat down at the table.

- I also took care of the food. - Arataki smiled with all his thirty-two teeth.

- Who are you and what did you do with Itto? - Gorou is still sitting in shock from the behavior of the white-haired but a little giggle.

Oni laughed.

- Oh, I'm all right. - he's still giggling. - I wanted us to have a good time. - Itto began to draw circles on the wooden table. - And maybe we could talk about Miss Hina..

Gorou showed a real poker face.

- Why didn't I think of it right away. - he started to get up.

- Wait a minute! It's not the most important thing!

- Somehow I don't believe you. - the general snorted. - Oh, probably because you always ask about her.

Gorou was about to leave, but Itto grabbed his arms and pulled him towards him.

- Wohh.. - the shorter guy could not stand on his feet and fell on the knees of the head of the Arataki gang. - Don't hold me! I'm leaving anyway!

- I didn't mean to do that.

- Wh-? - the dog boy was confused.

The tall man grabbed Gorou's hands in his and pressed them under his knees.

- What are you doing?! Let me go!

- If you tell me anything about Miss Hina, I'll let you go.

- I won't tell you anything!

- Okaaaaay.

The red-eyed lowered his hands to the general's tummy and placed his hands on it.

- W-wait. What you? Oh no, don't you dare! - Gorou began to squirm.

- I'm sorry, but this is the only way to get you to talk. - long black claws began to gently tickle the blue-eyed tummy.

- Nohohohohoho! Ihihihihitto ahahahaha - the bow user started to try to break free from the strong grip, but nothing came of it. Tickling had weakened him greatly.

- So, I want you to tell me about Miss Hina. Her favorite color, music, food, flowers, type of guys. - Itto was excited as he kept thinking about her.

- I dohohohohon't knohohohohow ahahahanythihihihing! Stohohohohop or I'll fihihihnd a wahahay to puhat yohohohou in jahahahail!!!

- For the sake of new information about my dear Miss Hina, I am ready for this.

This is strange love. Especially to the fictional character that was Gorou. Of course he would never tell him about it.

Thoughts were interrupted by a new fit of laughter when the head of the Arataki gang decided to grab the general's right leg and pull it to him. He start slowly draw on Gorou's feet. The dog boy's hands are still trapped.

- Tell me at least how I can meet with her one on one.

- Nohohoho wahahay! I dohohohon't knohow anythihihing abohout heheheheher.

- It is not true. Hmm, okay, if you don't want it for good.. - the claws begin to tickle the blue-eyed toes. - It will be worse~

Gorou's eyes widened and he began to kick the floor with his free foot and laugh out loud.

- Gehehehehehet yohohOHOHOHOOHOur clAHAHAHAHWS ohohohoohut! Ittohohohohoho, NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE, oh Ahahahahaharchon. - he tried to raise his torso, but in the end Arataki saw a wagging tail.

- Awww, do you like it? Why didn't you tell me right away? - Oni smiled.

- Nohohohohohoho, I dohohohohohohon't lihihihihihike it - he blushed so much.

- Your tail says otherwise hehe.

- Stohohohohohohohop!

- Who is Miss Hina?~

- I reayahahahahahally dohohohohon't knohohohohohow

Itto gently lowered the general's leg and looked at him.

- P-plehehease stohohohop. - the dog boy tried to catch his breath.

- You didn't answer any of my questions~

- Mmheheh, I already said I don’t know anything.

Arataki only smiled gently and began to tickle his ears.

- NOHOHOHOHO! DoHOHOHOHOn't tohohohohouch MYHAHAHA EAHAHAHAES, PLEHEHEHEASE - he turns his head from side to side.

- Answer at least one question. - the claws rose and fell along the entire length of the ears.

- Who is Miss Hina?~

Gorou closed his eyes and because of this, tears ran down his red cheeks.

- Shehehehehehe's myhahahahaha sihihihihihihisteheheher! - It's the first thing that came to his mind. But this lie really saved him.

Itto stopped and looked round at the general.

- Sister?! - he released a shorter guy. - Sister!

The bow user has already regretted this statement.

- You have to introduce me to her!

- But..

- No buts! Oh, and I won't tell anyone about your family connections. - Oni were so happy. - You are the best! - he hugged him.

Gorou began to blush again. Can he feel jealousy towards Itto because of himself?

- So, our food will be brought soon. I really hope you don't leave. - the head of the gang is still hugging him.

- Mm, I can't get out of your arms. - the general giggled. - Provided that we will talk about anything, but not about her.

- Promise!

Gorou smiled and hugged Oni back as well, and continued to blush as his tail wagged happily.

#tickletober #tickletober2022 #day 10 #interrogation #genshin impact #tickle genshin impact #tickle genshin #tickle fic #tickle drabble #arataki itto #gorou #itto x gorou #ticklish gorou #ler!itto #lee!gorou #tickling

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

You've got me hooked on another drabble verse (not that I'm not hooked on all your writing)! How is bad man Jason's reader going to react when she wakes up properly? ❤️

"Hey," Jason said softly, stopping your hands when you jolted awake and started trying to rip things off of you, "Don't. Easy. You're okay. No one is going to hurt you."

Your panicked breathing made his chest ache in sympathy and he was glad you weren't stronger. As it stood, it was like trying to stop a kitten, even when you started desperately clawing at him. Too frightened to think clearly.

"Shh," he said, keeping his voice soft, waiting for you to wear yourself out. He knew you were sick, Very sick. And in less than a minute you were dizzy and panting. muscles too fatigued to keep up the fight. "You're safe," he repeated. "We'll find you a new nest, little mouse," he said, reaching out to brush hair out of your eyes. Smiling a little when you look at him confused.

It still suited you. And he decided to keep his little pet name for you. Just for you. And as he watched you start to fall back asleep when Dr. Tompkins fiddled with a machine that was keeping pain killers flowing- trying to ease your discomfort from some cracked ribs you'd gotten at some point. The thing that was causing your struggle to breathe.

"Mouse?" Leslie asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"The one time I called her by name she ran," Jason said shrugging. "And I did destroy her little nest- sad as it was she could have been safe there a while longer."

"Sad?"

"No bed. Just blankets on the floor. Heaters made out of terracotta pots. A record player and a crate of records. A knap sack, one photo album- few changes of clothes... Not much."

"Maybe it was enough? Some people are like that."

"Maybe," he said, tucking blankets around you when you sivered in your sleep. He remembered that too, how hard it was to stay warm. Like the cold was so far in your bones it had to leak back out for you to get comfortable. "But I don't think so." He'd spent a long time watching you. Observing.

As comfortable as you were alone- you watched families and couples. Groups of friends. Discreetly. But. If he watched your face carefully enough- there was a look of longing so intense it made HIM lonely. You wanted more. So much more.

And that would have made you prime fodder for a sociopath like Luthor. He would have seen it. Offered it to you. And used it to ensnare you- basically holding you in thrall. Just by making you feel like you belonged.

Leslie watched Jason fuss. Trying, at least outwardly that you were just another mission. And she shook her head. If that boy wasn't in love with you, she needed her eyes checked. Something about you was drawing him in, twisting him neatly around your pretty little finger. Bruce was about to have his hands full and she didn't envy him.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #mcrmarvelloki #ask answered #badman!jason #minors dni

[dextraicarus1994]

The first drawing I did of My beloved OC on Autodest Sketchbook from this year. 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕

During the months I been getting better and his design had been changing but the basics are still there. Meet my oc Marcus Williams (this is the first drawing in Autodest Sketchbook I did this year, my boy without his tac suit, just half naked because back then I was learning how to use the app of Sketchbook) and down this description you will see his art gallery. If You want to know more about him, I will answer all the question you can have.🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹👉👈👉👈❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

Here is Marcus profile and lore:

Name: MARCUS WILLIAMS

Alias: Black Wolf /Chicago Vigilante / The Devil of Chicago.

Occupation: MARSOC "Marine Special Operations Command" (former), Vigilante, Demon.

Skills: Stealth, Hacking, Superhuman Strenght, Speed, Knives Master, Motorbike Master Rider, Combat Hand to Hand, Parkour.

Date of Birth: May 22th, 1985.

Place of Birth : Chicago, USA.

Age: 38 years.

Nationality: American (however, there are rumors that he has British heritage thanks to his father who hails from the UK).

Hair: Black.

Eyes Color: Green.

Height: 6'8" (2,03m).

Build: Muscular and athletic.

Facial Hair: A beard that covers his face except for the chin.

Features: He is brave, fearless, humble, courageous, resourceful, loyal, most of time a serious guy, generous, a bit self confident, respectful, considered, hardworking, daring, adventurous, honest, intelligent (some enemies thinks just because he is a big guy, he is just muscle and not brains, when he is complete the contrary, he is a tactical guy, study his prey and then attacks when they least know it), charming when he opens a little bit with people, reserved, protector, polite, calm, a bit grumpy, skillful, thoughtful, trustworthy, lovely, obssesive when it comes into getting his objective.

Distinguishing Feature: At first stay, people can see the 5 scars that cover his face (three covering his right side of his face and one on his chin, and the burned scar from his left side of his left eye), especially the burn scar on his left eye (in a mirror looks like is his right eye, but is left technically) and the intense green color of his eyes. Without the top clothes, it shows that he has a crisscross scar on his right pectoral and a large scar on his left pectoral, a little scar between the middle of his torso and left pectoral (mirrored could be look as right), a scar on his left side, another scar on his left clavicle, three claw scars on his left shoulder and his back is full of deep burn scars.

Skin tone: Natural Beige with a bit of Warm Beige

Dominant Hand: He is skilled with both hands.

Clothing Style: Marcus usually wears black leather or military pants, a gold belt, a black leather jacket with an almost wine red shirt underneath and wearing leather gloves without fingertips.

Affiliations: MARSOC "Marine Special Operations Command" (formely).

Story: Once a MARSOC soldier, who was part of a Black Ops special team who dedícated to extraction, infiltration and rescue from innocent people until disaster struck in an operation that forced him to leave the squadron and later the MARSOC forces.

For a long time he wandered looking for his purpose, being a vigilante on the streets of Chicago who took care of various mafias and gangs, becoming a fugitive by the police, however, he was never caught.

During one of his missions, which consisted of rescuing the daughter of a CEO from a proliferated company at a Gas Plant, a tragedy occurred in which unfortunately, the girl dies and along with her, Marcus too, however, a strange entity brought him back to life as a demon, a creature that would feed on corrupted souls that got in its way and for every evil life it took, his penance to be able to achieve redemption would be settled.

However, a price would be paid for each soul: little by little his humanity would be lost until someone could help him control the monster he had now become and face enemies fron the past and present who seek him either to settle scores or consume his power.

However, Marcus will not be alone in this crusade, counting on the help of beings that he never imagined were real and that were only myths and tales of cultures that he believed to be superstitious.

At the moment, his home resides in Chicago, taking care of the mafias that surround the city, enjoying the rock music of the 80's, his motorcycle and dressing all rocker with his leather jacket and pants.

Likes: Marcus is a whiskey lover, motorbike lover (don't touch his bike if he doesn't let you), his leather jacket, 80's rock music, bring justice to innocents, to get mad his enemies to the point to made them going into madness after facing his demon form, driving on desert roads. Also as a fit person he is used to eat food that balance a good health diet, but sometimes he would eat a piece of chocolate cake once for a while (especially if the cake was made by his mom).

Dislikes: Justice not being served, Corruption, abuse of authority, innocent people getting hurt, criminals, children getting hurt.

Okay!!! I... I would love to share with You my beloved OC demon boy Marcus Williams.

#oc #original character #my ocs #oc stuff #knowmybeloveddemonboy #oc lore

[digitalgate02]

Digiweek2022 [6/6] - Text only -

I'm still unable to draw due to how much i had to process this weekend so my challenge is again Text Only. I'm really bad at writing battle scenes so on today's post I offer you some action and a closure to the overall "Ni leaves the comfort zone for Six days straight" which was writing this story as Takuya's POV instead of Daisuke's.

So, all of my @digiweek this year was changing the pace and making something cool based on Digifes Key Art (just... making both teams have the same age as well lol) -- Because it's Frontier's 20th Anniversary and i wanted to make more Frontier content~~

Digiweek Day 6: Exam (Challenge)

→ Do something out of your comfort zone.

[← Previous]

Takuya wasn’t sure what they could do, or why they were fighting this digimon. But seeing his and Daisuke’s friends fighting made his body move instantly. Only then did he notice the dude with a hat shielding a digimon… Oi, it’s that pink bun again!? What the!?

Aldamon wouldn’t be strong enough for this. Then he witnessed the blue dragon (XV-mon) and an insectoid (Stingmon) digimon fusing into one!? So cool!! And now they’re evolving together into a blue version of that scary dragon!? Amazing!!

He saw the sunglasses guy run to the hat boy and talk about something he couldn’t hear anymore. The Five Warriors were also focused on fighting the dark version of the blue dragon -- Argh this is so confusing!!

“HEY YOU, HOW DO WE CALL THIS THING!?” he pointed at the good Imperialdramon.

Daisuke and Takeru looked at Aldamon, “It’s Imperialdramon”

“AND THIS OTHER ONE!?” then, to the black Imperialdramon.

“... Imperialdramon?” the two replied, but not sure what this meant.

“ARGH, HOW CAN BOTH BE CALLED IMPERIALDRAMON!?”

“It doesn’t matter, focus on the one attacking us!” Takeru shouted, grabbed his Smartphone D-3 and looked at Iori, “Iori-kun, Jogress evolution now!”

“R-right! Ankylomon, please!”

Takuya didn’t pay much attention to the surroundings anymore and focused on battling the one which was fighting Beowolfmon, Shutumon and Blizzarmon now. He attacked with his special attack, firing shots of holy fire at the monster’s face. Shutumon took advantage of it and slashed her claws on the enemy’s arm. Blizzarmon used his long hair to immobilize the dark Imperialdramon’s movements with the head. Beowolfmon (which had slide-evolved into the meantime) used his greatsword to generate a wolf of light and swung his blade at full speed against the opponent’s face.

“We did it!” Aldamon grinned. But then his sixth sense spoke -- Something was wrong.

“W-watch out!” Hikari and Loweemon screamed, and Takuya immediately watched Black Imperialdramon charging its cannon. The good Imperialdramon then tried to change the direction from the dangerous attack, by pushing it to aim at the skies.

“Do you know more about this enemy?” Bolgmon asked the 02 group.

“Uh… No?” Miyako replied.

“It just appeared from out of the blue here?”

“Yes?” Takeru replied this time.

“Do you know any of its weaknesses?”

“Have we ever had Imperialdramon get beaten by a digimon before?” Daisuke asked his own companions. They all seemed clueless.

“... Are you saying you have the exact same digimon and never lost a battle before!?” Lowemon snapped.

The 02 group nodded in an awkward way.

“... Ok, we’re in trouble now” Bolgmon sighed.

“UGH, EVERYONE LET’S BRING SUSANOOMON HERE!” Aldamon shouted angrily.

“Susanoomon?!” the 02 group exclaimed.

“Do you know who Susanoomon is?” He asked. In the background you could see Shakkoumon trying to absorb the Positron Laser to avoid mass damage. Since he’s a tank, he managed to survive. Silphymon and Imperialdramon were trying to keep the evil dragon away from the kids and the six warriors.

There was a few seconds of silence until all the six humans shrugged.

“No??” and then they replied. Takuya and his gang (still in digimon form) fell comically on the ground like in the anime.

“THEN DON’T ACT LIKE THAT IMPRESSED!” the six warrior screamed in anger

“Okay but… is this digimon able to beat the dark Imperialdramon here?” Iori asked.

“Heheh… Don’t underestimate his power” Aldamon smirked, then he and his friend started to shine brightly, more four lights came from nowhere and joined them, to fuse into a new form -- thus Susanoomon appeared in front of them.

“Wow… It’s…”

“Incredible huh?” Takuya felt his ego being fed.

“... Small.”

“W-WHAT!? HOW DARE Y--” then he hissed. The others, inside Susanoomon’s body, had to tame his fury. But yes, Susanoomon was smaller than the Imperialdramons.

“Nevermind” Susanoomon shrugged, and flew in the direction of the evil Imperialdramon, wielding his sword. Silphymon and Shakkoumon assisted him, as the good dragon one toon the form of Fighter mode.

Their combined attacks managed to turn the foe Imperialdramon into ashes. Once the data bits vanished from the smoke, Susanoomon and the jogress digimon returned back to their normal forms.

Takuya did not care about anything other than asking questions. He ignored his friends, and those people from that world and went straight to ask the pink bun digimon about this.

“Okay, now that everyone’s here and saved” he began, “Can YOU explain what is happening, why are we in this other world?! Who did you want me to search for!?”

The pink bun was shaking in fear. Possibly from the Imperialdramon enemy or… Wait, is she afraid of him?!

“Don’t be so rude, Takuya!” Izumi snapped.

“I’m not being ru--”

“Ah it’s… It’s here.” the bun said.

Everyone paid attention to her. She then flew with her long ears over the group, “It’s here it’s here it’s here!!”

“Do any of you know what this means?” Tomoki asked.

“No?” the others replied.

“Ah, I’m sorry” she said awkwardly “I wanted to meet you all.”

“Well you did it now so… Send them home?” Daisuke replied.

“A-ah, f-fine!!” And she opened a gate by the Frontier gang’s side.

“I guess this is the end,” V-mon commented.

“Yeah…” Takuya nodded, then he offered his hand for a handshake with the dragon digimon’s partner “Thanks for the help, and thank your friends for helping my friends here.”

“Hehe, no problem” Daisuke chuckled and did a handshake with him.

“Takuya, let’s go home.” Kouji called him. The others had already said their thanks and goodbyes to the respective people who helped them previously.

“A-ah shoot the soccer practice!!” he babbled.

“Good luck there!” Daisuke gave him a thumbs up.

“Hehe thanks!”

The six kids with no digimon just vanished in the portal, which closed once they passed through. They were sent back to the moment they were summoned into that other world.

“Ah?” Takuya blinked, it felt like not even a second had passed in his world, “I… I forgot to ask their names…” he sighed. But then remembered about the soccer practice and sped up to meet his teammates.

Meanwhile, Daisuke and V-mon were back to their activities. They also did not ask Takuya’s name at all. Maybe next time? If they meet again…

#digiweek2022 #kanbara takuya #motomiya daisuke #get the fire power and atsui batoru okose mash up feat pink bun

[bvlgae]

"I hate you!"

He's acting his age and he knows it. At least he has that much of an excuse. His eyes sting. Tears are welling up, threatening to spill over, to draw glistening streaks over his cheeks. Sephiroth balls up his fists instead, wills the tears not to fall because that's the last gods damned thing he needs. And what he needs right now is to hang onto his anger.

Somehow, he thought he'd be used to it by now. Nothing but a muzzled pet, a prized science fair project, or a show horse paraded around for a crooning audience. Not a person. Not someone to anybody.

All those life lessons, the wrinkles at the corner of Ravus's eyes when he narrated over a new story and Sephiroth laughed along with it, cuddling by firelight on cold nights, discarded candy wrappers, and counting shooting stars. That wasn't for him.

Why can't he just be? Why can't people just let him exist for who he is? To see him and not something or someone else?

The signs were there. He had chosen to ignore them for so long. Whenever Ravus looked at him out of the corner of his eye or when the other man ruffled his hair...He wasn't seeing Sephiroth, but Lunafreya.

Pinpointing the exact moment he figured out what was happening seems impossible. Hearing Ravus stumble over Lunafreya's name, openly confusing memory for reality...that hurt too much to describe.

Sephiroth tries to leave, to turn away and fight his way through the shrubbery clawing at his legs because he knows he can't stop the tears now. They run hot, like little flames burning all the way down until they drip off the end of his chin.

"You miss her so bad-- you should go find her then! What the hell are you doing with me?! Just leave me alone. I don't need you. I don't need anybody."

It was a mistake, he knows. But his attempt at explaining his error is cut short, by three words that manage to wound him deeper than any sword or stray bullet.

The boy doesn't mean it. He couldn't.

...did he?

"Wait, you're only going to hurt yourself-" he tries to keep his tone steady, not raising volume or casting an edge to it, nothing that can be further misconstrued.

As much as it hurts, Sephiroth's emotions were more important to him. He wanted- No, needed to set this right.

"I misspoke. You've seen me get confused before- Disassociate from the present. That's all it was."

Perhaps a weak excuse, but there was truth to it.

Of course he missed her. How couldn't he? How could he ever disrespect or think ill of Lunafreya after what he did.

"She's... dead, Seph. And I've known, for a long time, that she's never coming back. No one could ever replace the void left in my heart that she once occupied. The same way that no one could ever replace you."

How could he describe it in words that didn't sound paltry in comparison to what he felt? If he couldn't retain his pride, he could at least retain what little humanity he had left. Maybe it was too late for even that.

"All I had to ground me for years was revenge. They tell you sometimes it's better to just forget- How could I forget? How could I forgive? To me, forgiveness was something that could only be given by those who still had something to begin with. You know that when it gets tough like that, it's going to turn ugly. I thought that I didn't care how low I sunk, how far gone I'd be, but it's different now. Everything's different. I hated it at first, but fuck it- I've been working for a long time and I haven't done much with the earnings. You want to leave? You want to disappear, we can do that. You wanted to go to Costa del Sol? Hell, we'll do that too- Buy a bed with feathers stuffed into it and everything, no keeping our backs to the wall, no sleeping with one eye open anymore. Just those fruity drinks with stupid, tiny umbrellas and miles of nothing but ocean."

They'd done enough killing, it was time to start living.

#serafim #♘ You Will Not Go Astray [IC] #AHA HA HA REVERSE UNO CARD SORTA #YOU WANTED SAD AND ANGSTY BUT I GAVE YOU UH... THE OPPOSITE OF THAT #✦ I KNOW THAT SPADES ARE THE SWORDS OF A SOLDIER [MERCENARY] #I NEED MORE COFFEEEEEE that took a lot out of me