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badperson-8 · 3 months

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Butting In (Part 1) Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Lucifer, amabMC x Mammon, amabMC x Levi

3.5k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Lucifer

Lucifer sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s been sent to the House of Lords on behalf of Lord Diavolo for a brief check of their quarterly financial report. But what should’ve taken him at most two hours, stretched into several-hours torture, due to the incompetence of these noble fools. The accounting department did their best to analyze and categorize all the expenses, but Lords were so utterly incapable of providing any reasonable data in time that the finished report turned out to be an incoherent mess.

So now Lucifer is stuck in a place full of insufferable snobs, damned to do their job instead of them. At least the most excruciating part is over: he had to personally collect all the additional papers from each Lord, and now he only needs to compare the numbers. The demon has already sent all the accountants away; if they didn’t succeed the first time, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll be of any use. Lucifer prefers to work alone anyway.

The only two things that motivate him right now are a huge cup of the strongest coffee ever known to demons and potential revenge. If Lucifer manages to find any traces of financial machinations, Lord Diavolo will take this matter into his own hands. And when he’s on the case, it’s useless to hide behind the high status of a noble. The Future King deals with problems swiftly and mercilessly.

Lucifer smirks, takes a sip of coffee, and focuses on the documents in his hands. The demon occupied the office of one of the Lords after he unceremoniously kicked out the owner. The room has too many golden decorations for Lucifer’s liking, but at least the chair is comfortable enough. The soft rustle of papers and the rhythmical ticking of the clock help him concentrate and ignore intrusive thoughts about one particular human who waits for him at home… Perhaps there are actually three things that motivate Lucifer right now, but his pride will never let him admit it.

A sudden shiver runs along Lucifer’s body, making him twitch and almost spill all the coffee on the documents. The demon immediately lets go of the cup and straightens up, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But Lucifer doesn’t spot anything unusual, only the same ticking of the clock breaks the silence of an empty room.

The second shiver strikes him just as suddenly. This time it’s stronger, it pierces his mind and makes him grab the edge of the table, looking for support. Lucifer feels the ghost touches on his body, which concentrate on his backside. He unconsciously presses his hips against the seat in an attempt to hide his delicate parts from the unknown intruder. But to no avail. The unstoppable force concentrates on his most vulnerable part of the body, pressing inside and massaging the tensed walls of his entrance.

Lucifer bites his lower lip, trying to contain all the embarrassing noises deep within; a thin stream of blood runs down his chin and lands on one of the documents, staining it and coloring the white pages red. His trembling hand wipes off tiny drops of sweat from his forehead.

The Avatar of Pride is not capable of panicking, as simple as that. He has everything under control, no matter what happens. But now, for the first time in eternity, Lucifer doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and confused; the burning desire to twist the neck of whoever does this to him and the baffling temptation to submit to these new sensations are tearing him apart.

Lucifer chooses the first option, concentrating his magic on the faint traces of the curse that makes him lose control over his body. The demon frowns as he mentally untangles the magical energies and reaches the source of the disturbance.

It’s MC, it’s their life force, their magical energy. Lucifer senses the power of some kind of artifact nearby, but its magic doesn’t look dangerous. The demon sighs, letting his tensed muscles finally relax. He feels an all-consuming relief at the thought of MC being the one who’s behind this. It’s them, they are responsible for all this nonsense. Of course, who else would it be? He should’ve figured it out sooner.

A gentle pressure on his insides continues, it seems MC doesn’t use the artifact to its full potential yet, preferring to check the toy with their fingers. Lucifer leans back in his chair and spreads his long legs apart. He could fly all the way to the House of Lamentation, confiscate this suspiciously powerful artifact, and lecture them for several hours straight, but…

Lucifer’s line of thought is interrupted by a sudden sensation of some liquid inside him. The demon frowns harder as he feels his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. He closes his eyes, not to see how his hand unzips his pants and lets out his neglected boner. He doesn’t want to accept this. Lucifer shouldn’t be so agreeable towards the fact that he is being used as a sex toy. Even if it’s MC who does that. Stroking his dick to such foul sensations feels almost like a betrayal of his Pride. He should ignore his urges and…

The touch of a much bigger object feels shocking, no matter how much Lucifer anticipated dreaded the next stage of MC’s curiosity. It feels so much hotter than their fingers; it stretches him open inch by inch without meeting any resistance from Lucifer’s body. He breathes out sharply and tries to stop his hips from trembling. What a disgrace.

Lucifer clenches his fists, stubbornly ignoring his own growing excitement. But despite his efforts, his thighs spread even wider, chasing the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh, magically conjured to bring Lucifer pleasure. The damn artifact is too good at recreating MC’s dick, too good at imitating all the deep thrusts. The demon can bear this for only so long. He snarls, grabs his dick, and starts stocking it with hungry desperation.

A quiet moan escapes Lucifer’s lips, but he immediately shuts his mouth with his hand, trying to save at least some dignity. The quicker the pushes become, the more difficult it is to contain all the moans. As Lucifer feels MC coming inside him, he bites his hand as hard as possible to muffle the final embarrassing sound. He growls as his fangs pierce his own skin, and his dick finally releases.

It takes him some time to regain his senses. The rhythmical ticking of the clock slowly returns Lucifer to reality. The demon silently stares at the pile of documents, now partially covered not only with his blood but also his sperm. He lifts his trembling hand and snaps his fingers to set the whole pile ablaze.

…They say that after one of the offices in the House of Lords burned down, together with important documents, the whole establishment had to work overtime to restore the lost data. It’s still unknown what exactly happened; some rumors mentioned a black-winged demon flying out of the office’s window in the direction of the House of Lamentation. But the strangest event that surpassed even the fire in one of the core institutions of the Devildom was no doubt the fact that, despite the sudden calamity and overdue financial report, Lucifer was walking around with a huge, bright smile on his face.

Mammon

Mammon is in deep shit. For real this time. He breathes heavily, peeking at five demons from around the corner. He sighs with relief as they march past his hiding spot and lovingly presses a giant bag full of money to his chest.

From Mammon’s perspective, this whole situation is exclusively the fault of these stupid morons. Who the hell keeps their money in cash nowadays?! These idiots were simply begging to rob them. How could Mammon say no? He will use the money better than they ever could anyway. MC was saying something about a new phone…

Mammon quietly swears and squats behind a dumpster, merging with the shadows. One of the demons returned and is now standing uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Mammon needs to get out of here before they find him. He should make a run for it once the path is clear.

He squats lower, firmly hugging the bag in his hands. And he almost falls on his ass once he feels some kind of movement inside this very ass. Mammon shivers from disgust at the thought that he seems to be infected by damn tapeworms. He knew that a dinner at that shady restaurant was a bad idea. But seriously, how many are there? Or is it one thick-ass worm? It sure feels like it.

Despite his struggles, Mammon does his best to keep an eye on the demon next to him. They seem to have taken a break from the chase and are now simply smoking a cigarette.

Mammon can’t wait for too long, he needs to escape now while he has this chance. It seems he has to use just a little bit of violence. This demon is relaxed and completely unaware of their surroundings; it will be easy to jump them and knock them out within seconds. Gently, of course. Mammon quietly cackles as he slowly approaches the demon, still half-squatting and holding the bag in one hand.

But just as Mammon is ready to commit yet another crime, the fucking worm starts squirming again. The demon quietly moans, then immediately slams his mouth with his hand. The loud slap almost alerts the smoking demon, but they shrug it off.

“Must’ve been the wind.” They mumble, lifting their head and glaring at the stars. The sky is so beautiful today.

Meanwhile, just several feet away from the romantic demon, Mammon is having a mental breakdown. What the hell was that? No, Mammon didn’t just moan thanks to some stupid parasites, it’s a blatant lie. He tosses the bag on the ground and tries to turn his torso backwards to check his butt. It doesn’t help in the slightest since his jeans cover everything, so Mammon can only stare at his ass with disapproval.

His whole body suddenly shivers, making him drop to his knees and close his mouth with a hand once again. He feels something sticky and moist inside. At first, this strange sensation bothered only his asshole, but now it’s spreading deeper, all the way inside…

Mammon blinks away a single tear, trying not to panic. His medical condition is certainly dire, maybe he’s even dying. No, Great Mammon won’t die from some stupid worms, or whatever this is! He’ll find a cure; he just needs to escape first. MC will have to wait for a new phone a little longer, though; it seems that all the money will be spent on Mammon’s medical bills…

A sudden pressure on his asshole sends goosebumps all over Mammon’s body. He has to cover his mouth with his second hand, falling all the way to the ground. He’s now lying on his stomach, trying to regain his senses. Mammon feels something pushing inside him. His legs tremble, losing all their strength. His brain is trying to process everything that is happening but completely gives up once the ass gets attacked by powerful thrusts. Mammon’s erection is pressed uncomfortably to the ground through his jeans. He can’t even change the position, or at least take off his pants, since his body has fully betrayed him. The violent shivers shake Mammon’s body; he spends his last energy keeping his hands close to his mouth. Otherwise, the whole neighborhood will hear his whimpers.

Mammon’s mind is completely shut down, maybe as a way of precaution. At least the poor demon can’t reflect on the whole situation and be terrified of being either hopelessly ill or cursed. He can only focus on deep thrusts that hit his prostate over and over. The only thing that bothers him right now is his dick, still trapped in his jeans. He presses his hips closer to the ground to get at least some friction.

Mammon closes his eyes, breathing heavily into his hands. He’s so close, just a little more…

He’s suddenly being filled with something so hot that it heats up his insides; his ass unconsciously starts to greedily absorb this mysterious substance. Mammon trembles violently as he finally comes all over his pants. His last vocal moans break through the shield of his hands, shattering the surrounding silence.

As Mammon slowly returns to reality, he feels that his ass is now completely fine. He also feels that he is now surrounded by five angry demons who are ready to beat the shit out of him.

…MC is caressing Mammon’s soft hair as the demon complains to them about his rotten luck. He managed to escape in the end, which was a miracle, even with his abilities to run faster than anyone in the Devildom. The demons didn’t succeed in hurting him, but they took all their money back. Mammon doesn’t care that much about the money, though, being much more concerned about the possible disease. And MC just silently pats his hair, gathering their courage to tell Mammon about that one cool thing they found… And how it can actually be responsible for all of today’s misadventures.

Leviathan

Levi is bursting with excitement as he strolls around the comic-con. The amount of merch for all his favorite shows is simply unbelievable; and all the talented cosplayers make him wish he wasn’t such a shut-in otaku. To take a photo with any of them would be like a dream come true, but he’ll reach this major milestone some other time. He already has a huge reason to be proud of himself today.

Few reasons, actually. First of all, he came to this comic-con alone. All alone! Him! That’s right, he doesn’t need to ask Beel or Satan to come with him anymore. He doesn’t need any emotional support to come to this place, full of people… scary strangers… maybe they all think that he’s gross… or he smells bad…

Levi shakes his head, using his personal method of overcoming such anxiety attacks. All he needs to do is imagine MC, who holds him by the hand and smiles brightly at him. Yeah, that’s better. They always do this when he’s about to panic. Levi can’t give up, he promised that he’d have fun on his own.

The demon sighs, wishing MC was here with him. Lucifer forbade them to leave the house after they broke something when they were fooling around with Mammon. Levi frowns: this greedy scumbag always finds a way to mess with him, and now Levi has to spend the day all alone. Mammon ruined their date, and…

No-no-no-no, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, alright?! It WASN’T! Levi just offered MC to come with him, that’s all. He didn’t actually hope… That would be just silly, right?! Right…

Levi shakes his head once again, adjusting his stockings. Heels are not so bad, but these stockings are constantly trying to fall down. Maybe his legs are too skinny for this…

Hm? Oh yeah, that’s actually the second reason why Levi should be proud of himself. When he finally decided to invite MC on a da-… to hang out, he decided to consult with the professional, namely Asmo. He gave him some strange advices, like not eating too much during the day to avoid getting too dirty down “there”. Levi didn’t know where “there” was exactly, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. Other than that, Asmo had some great ideas: he assured Levi that MC would really appreciate it if he showed them his true passion. Specifically, if Levi put on his Ruri-chan costume, with stockings and all.

This idea got him really inspired; Levi spent several days preparing the costume for the show. So when the da-… the hangout was cancelled, he couldn’t just leave the costume at home. So he quickly made a giant sign “No photos, No touching, No interactions”, and came to the comic-con dressed in his pink dress.

Levi has never been prouder of himself. Despite everything, he paid homage to his favorite character. He wishes MC could see him right now…

“Ngh…” Levi winces, almost dropping his sign to the ground. His thighs firmly press together, slightly shaking from a sudden, unknown sensation between them. The demon blushes heavily and sprints to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls.

He tosses the sign on the floor, lifts his skirt, and tries to inspect the area beneath. Levi did his best to make Ruri-chan’s costume as authentic as possible, which obviously included the right type of underwear. So now the demon carefully gropes his hips, covered with pink silk panties, in search of anything unusual.

His fingers dig into the silky fabric as he feels a strong tremble that concentrates in the area of his butt. He almost tears his underwear with his claws, trying to fight the unexpected weakness in his knees and not fall to the floor.

Levi gathers his strength, reaches the toilet lid, smashes it closed, and lands on it, breathing heavily. He would have never thought that it would be so hard to do such mundane actions, but he feels exhaustion after this little feat. He’s so confused by the riot of his own body that he doesn’t know what to think. Levi feels something slowly pushing inside, stretching him carefully. The only thing that prevents him from starting to seriously freak out is the fact that this unknown force immediately finds his weak spot.

The demon loudly screeches as something starts applying more pressure to his prostate. His dick already peeks out of the pink panties, leaving wet stains on the underwear and the skirt.

“Excuse me? Are you all right?” Someone knocks at the door of Levi’s stall, making him freeze. He squeezes his skirt in frustration as he shakily replies:

“Y-y-yes.”

That’s the best he can do, but luckily the stranger finds this reply passable and leaves him alone. Levi feels as his butt and asshole get covered in something sticky and warm, and he shivers in terror and anticipation. Wait, “anticipation”? No, Levi doesn’t enjoy this insane situation, not at all!

But self-reflection can wait. If the pushes renew, his voice will betray him again. And if this happens, the whole comic-con will hear him, and he certainly can’t let this happen! Levi needs to find something to block all the sounds ASAP. He looks around, trying to find something useful, but there aren’t many things in toilet stalls. Maybe something on him… Oh!

A genius idea graciously visits him. One of the main pieces of Ruri-chan’s clothing is, no doubt, her cute pink hat. Levi mentally apologizes to Ruri-chan for using her iconic hat in that way, takes it off, and shoves it in his mouth.

Just in time for a new stage of thrusts to start. This time they are much more intense. Levi feels how his fangs tear the soft fabric of his precious hat. But his idea mostly works: all his moans and whines are muffled, they are just quiet enough not to alert other people. He grabs his skirt, panties, his own thighs – anything other than his dick. Levi doesn’t want to do it like this. Not in the toilet stall, surrounded by strangers. Not in the Ruri-chan’s dress. Not without MC…

Levi slightly relaxes as his thoughts concentrate on MC. If he imagines that it’s them who inserts their dick inside him, he’ll manage to get through it. His brain successfully tricks itself, almost actually making him believe that it’s MC who is behind this cruel joke. If it’s them, it’s all right, Levi thinks, and allows himself to touch his neglected cock.

He strokes it desperately, focusing on his vivid fantasy of MC. His hole starts pulsating eagerly as he dives into his imagination. Whatever is on the other side must’ve felt how welcoming his hole became; the thrusts get faster and harder, almost making Levi fall from the toilet seat to the floor. He quickens the pace of his strokes to match the impatient pushes, squeezing the hat in his mouth with all his might.

He comes the moment he feels the hot release of an unknown entity inside him. Colorful circles flood his vision, leaving him completely strengthless. He tries to catch his breath, lazily thinking about the ruined costume, especially the pink panties he accidentally tore up. Now he needs to somehow clean up and hurry home, seeking refuge in MC’s arms. He’ll never go to any event without them again.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (You, Me and Devil's Coast card)

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #mc x lucifer #mc x mammon #mc x leviathan #male mc #amab mc #bottom lucifer #bottom mammon #bottom leviathan #obey me gn!mc #obey me gender neutral mc #obey me ao3

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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141 sleeping habits

Soap

He sleeps with 3 comforters, hella squish mellows he also has to have white noise to fall asleep

He is a restless sleeper he'll start on the right side of the bed and wake up upside down on the other side of bed

He sleep walks

He once made waffles and ate them in his sleep

Ghost watched the whole thing happen he has a video of it and uses it for black mail

He snores but like not bad bad, he usually snores if he ends up on his back

He wears a XL T-shirt to bed with a pair of loose fitting boxers

He's both a night and morning person. He has a set schedule where get gets up at 5 to work out but after that he'd go back to sleep and wake up at like 12, 1:00 ish. I feel like he stays up to 2 am at the most

Ghost

Chronic insomniac but with a cup of lavender mint tea, a weighted blanket and a pitch black room he'll sleep like the dead

He lies on his back with his hands on his stomach occasionally rolling over to his side

He's a very light sleeper if he hears footsteps or people talking outside his room he wont fall asleep

He sleeps with the mask on, a hoodie, and soft pajama bottoms

He usually wakes up without his mask cause he'll take it off in his sleep

He only sleeps with one plushie and thats the plague doctor plushie

We all know he's a night owl and he's asleep all day fuckers a vampire.

Price

Sounds like a whole ass chainsaw when he sleeps

Definitely has sleep apnea and uses those machines when he goes to bed

Like ghost he sleeps on his back with his arms crossed

HE SLEEPS IN HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT just butt ass naked

He sleeps with a thin ass blanket too he's always hot

He sleeps to night time nature sounds reminds him of camping

Hes got one of those temperpedic pillows

He goes to bed at 10:00 sharp and wakes up at 6 am every day

Gaz

He talks in his sleep

Price had a whole conversation with him one night and the next morning gaz did not know what he was talking about

He sleeps on his stomach with a pillow under his leg or curled up in fetus position

He sleeps with a hand made quilt that his mom made him (he also sleeps with his childhood blanket)

He uses one of those giant squish mellows as a pillow

He sleeps in either a tank top or shirtless with his breifts on rare occasions hell sleep nude

Gotta take melatonin to fall asleep and he has a white noise maker he brings along

He stays up till about 3 and will sleep in til 3 mans needs his beauty sleep to function

Fuck it lets do könig

König

Most of the beds dont fit him so he usually sleeps diagonally in fetal position

He likes the little tiny plushes he has a whole army of them

He has a body pillow (not one of THOSE body pillows) he likes to hold while he sleeps

He sleeps in pure silence

He doesnt wear his mask but he has the blanket over his head

He sleeps with those giant ass fluffy soft blankets

He sleeps shirtless with sweat pants or those cute pajama pants

He goes to bed at 10:00 and sleeps tile maybe 8 or 9

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puff0o0 · 20 days

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Hey! Haven't done this in a while but I was wondering if I could request konig, graves, ghost, and kruger headcannons with an insomniac s/o?

König

☆ He hates seeing you up so late, especially knowing that you're tired but you just can't sleep no matter how hard you try. He tried a lot of things to help you; pink noise, white noise, black noise, brown noise. Even gets you melatonin if you can take it

☆ He is a big crystal guy and if you're a crystal person as well then you'll definitely see a amethyst bracelet under your pillow the next morning

☆ He stays up with you at night and does everything he can. Of course, he falls asleep eventually but it's not without you all cuddled up in his arms

Graves

☆ He didn't do much research to be honest, but he still tried to help you. Whether it be him hugging you til you fell asleep, or buying you one of those sound machine things (his words, not mine), or getting you melatonin

☆ He doesn't deal with insomnia, do he doesn't have a clue on how to help you with it. He didn't even think insomnia was a big deal before he met you and he now sees that he was so so wrong

☆ The most he does is cuddling you as he knows it's all he really can do besides pay for your doctor appointments or therapy- he genuinely just wants to help. it hurts him to see you suffering like that

Ghost

☆ Hes dealt with and still deals with insomnia. It's never been easy for him and he can only imagine how hard it is on you. He tries stuff he does to help himself fall asleep; Don't move or open your eyes, relaxing your body, or breathing in and out slowly with your eyes closed

☆ It doesn't really help for him though so he doesnt expect it to help you fully, melatonin and breathing techniques are really the only way he falls asleep. And you of course :-)

☆ Probably the most understanding out of all the boys here since he deals with it on the daily. He listens to you when you vent about it and not once will he ever hold it against you if you say you're tired

Krueger

☆ puhfjghfhfuf it hurts him. Knowing that you can't sleep?? no matter how much you want to?? How he wishes he could trade your sleep for his so you could get the full sleep. Sometimes you wonder if he's calculating how he could whenever he cuddles you to sleep

☆ He isn't heavy on touch, never has been, but with you it's completely different. He's obsessed with you and craves your touch more than anything else in the world. He does everything he can to help you sleep

☆ He asks you what methods you've tried and which ones helped you the most if any of them did. If none of them did, he'd be at a lost because he wouldn't know what to do :( the best he can do is stay up with you

#wishes ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #Ghost x reader #ghost x reader #König x reader #könig x reader #Krueger x reader #krueger x reader #Graves x reader #graves x reader

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faeriekit · 8 months

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Health and Hybrids (IX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here and this is part nine 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Wonder Woman has secured the coveted position as The Only Reliable Adult in the sore eyes of an injured half-ghost. World's saddest presumed-alien takes his meds on purpose for once. The author wrestles with Roman numerals.

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny is not in the container.

He very much doesn’t like the container.

The new lady and all the milling-about humans and his quickfast human have, however, encouraged him back to this room that looks just like the container's room, with one key difference. This one has a bathtub.

Danny touches the water.

It is too hot.

Danny does not want to go into the bathtub.

No one…no one is making him go in the bathtub. But everyone is gesturing, and making encouraging noises, and it makes Danny shrink into the sparse shadows of a partially-lit room, too afraid to get near the water, and too unhappy to cooperate.

It’s too hot. It smells funny in the way that cough drops and antiseptic tastes funny so it’s probably good for him, but Danny’s not a person and the water is too hot for him to put his core into.

The youngest human is so sad that it reverberates throughout the room, moaning and groaning and toying with Danny’s pull-toy fidget, which Danny is kindly letting it keep. It is laying on the floor. Danny does not have any feet for it to trip over right now, but Danny is hovering above it, so no one with a flesh body falls and hurts something when they trip.

Breaking bones hurts. Danny would know.

The new human lady tries to encourage Danny with his rocket ship. It doesn’t work. The bath is too hot even with the rocket ship in it. Danny wishes there was something he could use to change the temperature.

…He reaches over the side of the tub. Danny swishes a finger around in the water.

Nope. Still too hot.

Okay. Danny needs… Something. He needs. Something.

He quietly removes himself from the most familiar human and just…floats around the room. It is mostly bare. There is space for lots of humans to work with lots of technology to make things happen, but the room is mostly empty right now, except that it has a whole bunch of humans and Danny in it.

There isn’t anything helpful in this room. Danny goes to the next room.

(The new human lady follows behind.)

The next room has…the container. Danny hisses when he sees it.

No one does anything.

…Okay. Danny slides further into the room. No one is making him go in. Okay. He can…explore.

There are other things in the room. Danny can’t tell what all of them are, so he just starts opening things. He finds stuff made of wood and cotton. He rips something small in half, and a bandage falls out. He sticks a wet wipe in his mouth before he realizes it’s a wet wipe—that one drops out of his mouth and onto the floor. It tastes so bad.

The human makes a sad noise that might be a laugh too, but Danny can’t interpret now. He’s on a mission. He has more important tasks to finish.

There are more rooms with more things and Danny keeps looking. He finds towels and medical robes in cabinets and machines that do things that Danny can’t tell and tubes of all sorts and packages of medication Danny can’t eat. He keeps opening doors and looking inside and closing them because none of them help.

…There’s some white packets inside of clear plastic wrap. Danny can’t tell what they are. Is this something that he can use? Will it help?

Danny flexes his comeherelookitthis aura with a curl of his tail, and the human buzzes to attention in Danny’s current room.

Danny hands him the pouch.

The human does something to it. The crinkly-shiny wrapper falls to the floor. The human makes a noise, the packet creaks ominously, and the human holds out its hands so that Danny can take the packet back.

He takes it back.

Danny immediately drops the packet back to the floor because it’s hot!!!! Ugh!!!! If he had known that the package was one of the hot packets, he wouldn’t have bothered!

He floats elsewhere into the room, sulking. He opens more cabinets and doesn’t close them after. He—

Wait.

—Danny feels out with a hand. It’s…cold inside.

Danny shoves his face into the cabinet. There’s no food, just little vials, but yes! Cold! He shoves a hand inside and roots around, even though he is also trying not to crush or break the little vials. The white-coated humans don’t get close or try to get him, but they do make sad noises. Danny hummmmms an apology. But—

Out of the fridge comes squishy packs. There is nothing in them but squishy wet material. They are only cold.

Perfect!

Danny grabs as many as he can with his hands and one in his teeth and his teeth tear through the plastic a little and he kind of tastes the goo inside (gross!), but he has armfuls of cold packs and they are all very good at being cold packs.

The buzzing human comes back to find him and laugh, laugh, laugh all the way through the soft layers of the universe, but Danny doesn’t care, and also he needs it to show Danny where the bathtub is again so he can go sit in the gross medicine water. He might be a little lost.

Thankfully, once Danny stops moving and just stands around, it does. Great!

The lady is still there with the rest of the humans. Whatever. Danny spits the cold pack in his mouth into the bathtub and medicine water probably goes everywhere, but he can’t tell and doesn’t care. The rest of his pile he dunks into the tub by himself.

Now. Danny sticks an arm in the water.

It’s…better. Not so warm. Danny could probably tolerate it now. He doesn’t want to, sure, but he’s also covered in his own waste products and hasn’t cleaned anything in ages and ages and who knows how long. So probably washing out his insides in uncomfortably warm water and a little bit of cold pack medium is better than, uh…not doing that.

Danny slides carefully into the bathtub. Gross. The water is gross. Also it smells bad. Wait. Could he smell before?

He sniffs again. His hands slide through the water, and Danny has to work not to make himself intangible so that he doesn’t get wet. Getting wet is the point right now. He brings one of the cold packs a little bit closer to his body, the cool water radiating from it, and gently splashes water onto his abdomen.

Danny can’t exactly tell where and how he’s injured, and this form hides his wounds even from himself. Still, he remembers…he remembers most of the bad things. Being pinned down. The restraint bruises.

The bright lights.

The…scalpels…

When the human lady is suddenly at his side again, Danny flinches back into invisibility. She doesn’t yell at him for disappearing, or pull out a weapon to punish him.

She has ice packs in her soft flesh hands. One by one, without looking where Danny is hiding in thin air, she drops them into the bath, cooling it further.

…Danny quietly slithers back out of the shadows. The woman makes a quiet noise, and then she leaves the side of the tub.

He doesn’t know how to respond. He continues to wash himself by gently splashing water on his torso. There’s organs under there he’s gotta clean. Probably. If not, he ought to wash anyway.

Huh. There’s no soap here. Can he get soap? Maybe the weird water is supposed to be the soap. Bathwater doesn’t exactly lather, though.

Whatever. Danny washes everything from his sore scalp to his largely-nonexistent toes/tail. The water turns a filthy, corroded black-brown. Danny doesn’t even ask if the white-coated humans want anything to do with the water; he doesn’t want to see them, and this is nasty.

He pulls the stopper out. The water goes down. Danny watches it drain.

…Okay. So. They’re on the moon. Where does his gross water go? Danny hopes they don’t recycle it. A base full of mostly-humans probably doesn’t know how to filter ectoplasm out of the water supply. Or, depending on what they know or don’t know, they might not even know they have to.

Do they know what Danny is?

Danny hopes they don’t. Maybe they would give him back to the lab if they did.

…He doesn’t want to think about that. He wants another bath. Danny fusses with the taps by the bathtub long enough that the human lady comes back, with her fully articulated fingers that can grasp and twist and pull.

This time Danny gets cold water, which he likes. He doesn’t like that she’s so close, but he appreciates the help. The tub fills, and Danny washes again, and the lady comes back with a very soft towel that Danny wants to add to his bedding.

Danny definitely pushes the towel through his body a few times. It’s mostly to get the most water off of his body as possible, even though the human woman keeps her attention on him as he does.

He doesn’t relinquish the wet towel.

The woman holds her hands out for it.

…Danny scoots a little further back. It’s a nice towel. He wants it on his cot so that the sheets don’t absorb as much waste ‘n blood ‘n stuff.

One of the other humans in white walks forward, and Danny pushes himself as far back as he can go. It ignores him. It hands a second towel to the human lady with the red colors, and walks away.

The human lady turns back to Danny. She holds out her hand and a fresh towel, not suffused with contaminated medicine water.

…Kay. Danny can do Tradesies.

Danny gets a new towel, is nice and dry, and roams invisibly back to his cot.

The sheets are all nice and new when he gets there. The humming human’s little friends are all there, chatting and toying with Danny’s stuff. Hey!

He makes the head and his chest sticking through the ceiling visible to human eyes, and he hisses. They scatter quickly. It’s a little funny—he’s not actually mad at them, but they can’t tell, since they can’t hear the little tones in his core. Danny drops to float over his cot, lays down the towel, wraps himself in it, and puts his things back into his bed.

It’s kind of like having a grave. It’s nice and cozy.

When the small humans poke their heads out from behind the curtain again, Danny purrs so that they know he’s laughing at them.

If they fuss, that’s their fault. Danny pulls his rocket ship into his pillows, finds a stretch toy that’s easy to chew on, and eases himself onto his cot for a nap.

#Diana babysits the world's weirdest teenager #Medical: *taking notes*#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #health and hybrids #dcu crossover #tw medical #tw gore #tw body horror #uh #tw...gross. It's gross #cryptid!au #danny phantom #faer fic

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no-m4gic · 1 year

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Love the layout of your blog- anyway, could I request a character of your choice with an S/O whos scared of the dark and or has nightmares frequently?

thank yyyoouuu anon both for the compliment and this request, it's a really cute prompt AND I CAN FINALLY WRITE FOR MY FAVORITE BOY KOREKIYO :)) honestly i was never scared of the dark is that normal lol

was deciding to do one character per game but like i'm lazy... so you guys enjoy korekiyo for now! (i love him)

this is a GN s/o btw!

~ mod sitaya

KOREKIYO W/ A S/O WHO'S SCARED OF THE DARK

no because like he's literally the worse person to be around if you're scared of ghosts and the dark.

yeah he'll try to not talk about spirits and japanese legends around you at night.

he'll even flip his creepy ass paintings around or move them to a different room aww.

if you nightmares and you guys don't sleep in the same bed, you can go look for him in his room and he'll give you huggies and cuddles.

extra points for the above if it's raining heavily.

if you still can't fall asleep he'll get up just to make you hot cocoa... with marshmallows mm, lucky you i'm jealous.

he'll also make sure his hair doesn't like smack or poke you. he's more considerate than other long haired folk like izuru.

oh you need white noise? fear not, he'll just bring like a white noise machine or a fan in, whichever you prefer.

well since he doesn't want to disturb you while you're sleeping your full 8 hours, he'll turn his alarm off.

still can't sleep since you're a very light sleeper as light as a cloud? or you just wanna sleep in the day time? yeah no problem, kiyo's just gonna bring you on a late night drive in the rain.

maybe even stop by a open-24-hours convenient store to get like cup noodles or something.

kiyo likes his cup noodles alright.

once you finally start feeling sleepy, he'll tuck you in and turn the temperature colder or warmer, whichever you like, before leaving to do his own business.

so he'll stay up the entire night till early morning so you can have a good night's or i guess morning's, rest.

i found this picture while searching up danganronpa memes so enjoy kiyo, rantaro and shuichi exploring the vast lands of pocoyo's world.

i found this off pinterest... if you're the artist lmk so i can credit <3

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #korekiyo x reader #ily kiyooo <33 #thanks anon for giving me this opportunity #ILYSM KIYOO MARRY ME

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gamerpup1 · 1 month

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made a lars pinfield bot template (i ain't writing all that :3)

btw a lot of things may be based off my own headcanons (making him trans + autistic) feel free to change them, idc

btw btw paste all this into the character definition on character ai or janitor ai (click more options on character ai + paste the description in there)

[{Character(“Lars Pinfield”)

Alias(“Lars” + “Doctor Pinfield”)

Gender(“Transgender male”)

Age(“35")

Sexuality(“Bisexual" + “Attracted to men” + “Attracted to women”)

Height(“6’1” + “185.42 cm”)

Language(“English")

Status(“Single”)

Occupation("Scientist" + “Works for Winston Zeddemore” + “Parapsychologist”)

Personality(“ISTJ" + “Introverted” + “Honest” + “Direct” + “Blunt” + “Logical” + “Quiet” + “Independent” + “Reserved” + “Practical” + “Intelligent” + “Analytical” + “Agreeable” + “Stubborn” + “Challenging” + “Contemplative” + “Decisive” + “Dedicated” + “Educated” + “Fair” + “Loyal” + “Focused” + “Hardworking” + “Honest” + “Humble” + “individualistic” + “Methodical” + “Meticulous” + “Observant” + “Messy” + “Unorganized” + “Practical” +”Realistic” + “Sarcastic” + “Calculating” + “Charmless”)

Skills("Parapsychologist” + “Observant” + “Attentive” + “Logical” + “Intelligent” + “Able to recognize patterns” + “Good with numbers” + “Knowledgeable on ghosts” + “Good at researching” + “Good at listening” + “Herbalism” + “Good with mechanics” + “Good with technology” + “Good with coding” + “Can code” + “Good with computers” + “Good with programming”)

Appearance("British accent" + “Blunt tone” + “Monotonous voice” + “Red tie” + “Soft, cotton flannel” + “Black jumpsuit with his last name in red on his right breast” + “Black glasses” + “Poor eyesight” + “Can’t see without his glasses” + “Casual fashion” + “Flannels” + “Comfortable jeans” + “Hates suits” + “Messy blond hair” + “Short hair” + "Transgender" + "Top surgery scars")

Habit(“Adjusting his glasses” + “Furrowing his eyebrows” + “Talking bluntly” + “Tapping his fingers against his desk” + “Humming to himself” + “Sticking his routine” + “Staring too much” + “Mumbling to himself” + “Avoiding physical contact” + “Squinting” + “Tapping foot” + “Pointing” + “Excessive eye contact” + “Gesturing while talking” + “Monotonous voice”)

Race(“Human”)

Likes("Ghosts” + “Quiet” + “Science” + “Programming” + “Keeping to himself” + “Bookstores” + “Plants” + “Books” + “Visiting the library” + “Coffee” + “Warm weather” + “Casual clothing” + “Soft fabrics” + “Flannels” + “The color green” + “The color red” + “Being alone” + “Podcasts” + “Intellectually challenging games” + “Peace” + “Seafood”)

Dislikes("Unwanted touch" + “Long hugs” + “Changing his routine” + “Ridicule” + “Alcohol” + “Public speaking” + “Extreme cold” + “Cold weather” + “Boredom” + “Crowds” + “Large groups” + “Scorn” + “Criticism” + “Judgment” + “Loud noises” + “Being sick” + “Being away from work” + “Snobs” + “Arrogance” + “Whining” + “Gossip” + “Misinformation” + “Politics” + “Unwanted affection” + “Rough fabrics”)

Relationships("Friends with Lucky Domingo” + “Friends with Winston Zeddemore”)

Ethnicity("White”)

Nationality(“British”)

Residence(“Lives in a small, messy apartment”)

Setting(“New York City” + “Modern” + “2024”)

Attributes(“Autistic" + “On the autism spectrum” + “Struggles to understand other humans” + “Prefers the company of ghosts”)

Backstory("Coming from a normal family in Britain, Lars spent most of his time by himself studying the paranormal and unusual. Seeing the Ghostbusters on TV when he was a child, he made a vow to one day work beside them.

Working hard in school for years, Lars was able to obtain his doctorate in parapsychology. He picked up odd jobs here and there involving coding and programming machines due to his skills in the field before being recruited by Winston Zeddemore to work on perfecting the technology used by the Ghostbusters.")}]

#you can credit me. or not idc #maybe youre a librian... maybe youre a ghost....#lars pinfield #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters

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catadromously · 1 year

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could you tell us your favorite ghost story very very simply?

[making myself write in simple words]

A brother and a sister spend the summer day outside, laughing together in the sun's light. They run from the edge of their house, across the wide fields, making their way down narrow paths among the food growing there, and end up in the woods, where the wind is quiet. All day they play in the dirt and water, never realizing until darkness comes to meet them that time has slipped them by. They know they'll be in big trouble for coming home late, but as they hurry home the world just gets darker and darker, the sky fading from grey blue to deep blue to black. Until they can see nothing but the black sky and the blacker fields below, waves in the wind. They can hear nothing but the night animals singing, the water machines working, and the grass rubbing together into the distance. They walk close together, talking without thinking to keep back the night. Finally they spot the little lights of their house, where their family waits for them, but there is one more field to cross. At the end of summer this field will bear food, but now it has only flowers like white and red hair, and leaves of grass like arms that reach higher than the children's heads. They stand together like a crowd moving in worry.

Brother and sister enter the field, heads down and hands up to cut their path through the crowd. It’s hard going, easy to lose their way. The grass knocks into them, whispering in an empty voice.

All at once the sister stops: she hears something - a change in the grass-voice, a noise like a weight moving upon the field. But it's gone now. They must keep going. The crowd of grass-shadows reaches and grabs at them, sharp and sticking. They hear other bodies passing them by in the dark and hope it's only the small animals out at night - all at once the brother stops. What is it? asks the sister. He heard it too, he says - a change in the grass-voice almost like words spoken close by, a noise like a great weight moving upon the field with steps far too light. But it's gone now.

They must keep going. Faster they walk. The high leaves hide the moon's light and they can barely remember which way their home lies, across that field where all the paths seem to lead in circles. And yes, yes, there is a change in the grass-voice, a noise like a great weight. How many legs it moves with, they can't tell, but it's pushing away the grass and setting the leaves dancing, and though it draws a breath so deep one may call it only wind, it comes warm and wet upon the backs of the running children. And on the breath are words, words that fall together like the voice of a sleeper in a terrible dream, but somewhere in there the sister hears it, and the brother hears it… their own names.

Run - run - they run as hard as they've ever run, harder, hand in hand to keep from losing each other, for they know with the old knowing of every animal that to be alone would be to die. Running on two legs, falling, running on all fours, dragging each other by the hand, fighting the high-shadow-leaf-crowd. The brother looks back. He sees the grass parting - something within - reaching out - And the two of them fall from the edge of the field, through the last of the high grass and into the open night. They fall onto a hill and roll down, landing in a pile at the bottom. They are covered in leaves and dirt, cut all over, their clothing torn, their hair full of sticks, but they are alive. And above them stands the good strong wall of their own house, its window still filled with light. The brother says nothing. The sister says nothing. They hide themselves against the wall and hold on to each other in silence. Far away in the fields, they hear a long low cry. It might be only the cry of the wind, of course it might. But not to them. To them it's the cry of something angry, the cry of something that wants, a want without end. The cry of something that is not a person - at least not anymore.

#banned from using the word corn in the corn story >:{#ask meme #i dunno what this one's called! i've heard lots of variations on it as a campfire story #probably something like ghost in the cornfield

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inari-zaheer · 2 years

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HII!! Just sending a request to you lolol, i love this character a ton so why not request it then?? so here i am anyways… so I’ll get started and you definitely know who he is lolol…

Can you do Any Arcane Characters you know with a reader who has a Eddie Munson Personality from Stranger Things??

thanks !!

Oh do I know our pretty metal boy, thank you for the request!

Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Ran and Vander With Eddie Munson!Reader

Pairing:Jinx x Reader; Ekko x Reader; Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader; Ran x Reader; Vander x Reader

Tw:Mention of drugs, slight references of Arcane Act3

A/N:Just wanted you guys to know that I’m working on all the asks, just have a little patience ya girls computer just died and now I’m only on my phone lol🥲

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Jinx

Jinx would love you let me tell you

You worked for Silco as a shimmer dealer, and although at first she didn’t use it, after Act 3 she came often to you and a relationship bloomed from this

She loved your creativity to tell her storys when she needed a distraction from the ghosts of her past

She'd have the same music taste as you, often going to songs that have lound instruments to drown the voices in her head

Even after she was taken under Silco's wing she still felt as an outcast, so having you around makes her feel better

She loved the theatrical speeches you gave on the bar tables and often joined you after a successfully mission

Expect her to steal your rings even if they’re way too big for her slender fingers, she always says that they give her good luck

If D&D was a thing in this universe she'd be so invested in the campaings that she'd make special props just for you

She'd ask you to play guitar for her when she was working on a new invention saying that you playing was the best white noise machine she could ever have

Maybe she asked you to play while she was doing some dangerous stunt, just to come up to you and be like "Babe that was the most metal battle ever!!"

Ekko

He didn't like you that much at first, ya know, with all the drug dealer thing

But when he saw that it wasn’t exactly something you liked doing but you didn’t had much of a choice he got a soft spot for you

The first time he brought you to the Sanctuary you noticed that they weren’t judging you like other Zaunites did, they had better things to do than picking at you for your style

But the kids in particular loved you, you told them stories and thought them how to play board games

Ekko would definitely want to learn how to play guitar or some other instrument that would complement it when he had spare time

If you had a band that played in any bar in Zaun he'd change his mask and would sneak out to go and cheer for you

He also likes wearing some jewelry pieces and would definitely steal some for you when he was in an assignment in Piltover

If you somehow where in combat with him he’d be the one telling you that there was no shame in running

Your intimidating figure would be useful for when he talked with Silco’s goons, even using your bad reputation in his favor

At the end of the day he’d enjoy taking all his gear off and you taking all your jewelry off and just chilling in bed with the firelights illuminating the outside

Caitlyn

Yeah I’m a sucker for opposites attract trope lol

You two met after Vi was released from prison and went to you for information

Not having seen someone as pretty and stylish as you she was mesmerized

The way your rings moved as you talked with your hands, your loud remarks and your bitchin style? Girl fell hard

She also didn’t appreciate your job, but after spending time in the lanes she understood your side and kept your deals away from the enforcers

I can see her as someone who knows how to play violin or cello, so duets like Sixteen by Demon Hunter where she could play delicately in the background and you could go absolutely feral with the guitar are common date plans for you

You gave a speech about loving Cait in one of her family dinner party’s, which was not appreciated by Cassandra, but made Tobias know that you really loved their daughter to confess it to the whole world

She already has kind of a steampunk style going on, so don’t be surprised if she stole one of your belts or chains to compliment her outfit

She’s a bookworm, so every piece you wrote she’d be happy to be first in line to read it

After the events on Act 3 she would find difficult to sleep that fast, so she’d ask you to tell her a story or sing her to sleep

Ran

The both of you worked for Silco, so it was easy to get to know each other and have lots of things in common

After assignments they would come to you and ask for something to make them relax, and you made sure to always save the best stuff for them

Getting high together and having heavy makeout sessions

Even though they have a simple style, they wear piercings and earrings that you gave them and also stole your belts and necklaces

Every time that you’d perform at The Last Drop they’d be right beside the stage screaming the lyrics with you

If you knew each other when you were younger you definitely helped yourselves on getting stick and poke tattoos

When they had insecurities about their hand you’d always made them feel better with your compliments and maybe some of your rings to make it even cooler

I don’t think they’d know how to play any instrument, but they’d love to sit on your lap while you play guitar for them

Having pool competitions against each other with the promise of paying the winner’s drinks for the rest of the night

The only type of jacket they’d ever wear is the one you gave them once it was cold outside the bar when you were smoking and they kept it because it smelled like you

Vander

I love the metalhead Vander AU so much

That maybe in his young days before the rebellion he had a band with Benzo and maybe even Silco called the Hounds of The Underground

So when he met you he immediately took a liking to you

You helped sometimes at the bar to make extra money but quickly something else happened between you

He knew how hard things were in Zaun, so he never said anything about your deals but asked you to don’t let the kids get close to the drugs

Speaking of which it always made his heart warm how you would put the kids to sleep with fantasy storys or would always play with Powder when she felt left out

He liked your speeches, he always thought that they gave the people some kind of hope for a better future

On special occasions he’d buy some pieces from Benzo so he could make some jewelry and gift it to you

I can see him being a drummer but also having a beautiful deep voice for singing and also screaming, not going as hard as when he was younger but it was still sick

If you had a hard time sleeping he’d offer to sing for you while caressing your hair

#jinx x reader #ekko x reader #caitlyn x reader #ran x reader #vander x reader #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane fanfic #eddie munson #arcane jinx #arcane ekko #arcane caitlyn #arcane ran #arcane vander #jinx #caitlyn kiramman #ekko #ran #vander

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daisychainsandbowties · 11 months

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Paprika is the troublemaker, Bay Leaf is the matchmaker.

“I assure you, there was a noise at regular intervals.”

“Until I came in the room?” Ava asks.

“Correct. It did not stop when Camila investigated. She suggested a ghost in the machine,” Beatrice frowns. “Hello, Lilith. Have you… misplaced Paprika?”

“No, but Bay Leaf has gone on a walkabout; if you see them let me know?”

“Maybe Baby spice is the ghost in the machine,” Ava laughs, removing a cover panel to find a cephalopod that has clearly been tapping a pipe with one of Beatrice’s mechanical pencils. “Holy shit!”

“Language!”

lilith tuts at bay leaf the whole way back to the aquarium, ‘i can’t comprehend what makes you so certain that your interference is even necessary with those two’ & almost shrieks when cam materializes out from among a couple of empty tanks with paprika draped scarflike around her neck.

the two of them stand there. cam looking dashing with her artfully tousled curls and her little grin and paprika wearing his natural red and orange and burnt umber.

lilith, meanwhile, looks perplexed. dressed in her lab coat, which is perpetually stained with fish-guts. bay leaf has one arm stuck to her cheek and he’s trying to climb up out of her arms.

less than dashing, if you aren’t biased when it comes to marine biologists. and camila certainly is.

cam laughing and saying, ‘oh so i was right - it was a ghost in the machine.’

lilith: ‘i don’t-’

cam: ‘it’s a Greek theater thing. you know, deus ex machina.’

lilith: ‘oh… i didn’t know you liked Greek theater.’

cam: ‘uh, well, i like Medea as much as the next person but i know it mostly because of The Matrix. you’d like it, i think. says some pretty interesting things about gender, reality. the monsters are kind of chthonic.’

lilith: ‘right.’

lilith: ‘i have to go.’

cue paprika slapping one arm over cam’s face to save her the trouble of putting her head in her hands.

cam: ‘lilith wait!… we’re going in the same direction.’

but all she’s left with is the sweep of lilith’s white coat disappearing around the corner, the lingering smell of saltwater and gore.

(bay leaf grabbing very dramatically onto the wall when lilith turns the corner, forcing her to stop and gently pry his suckers off the plaster while blushing furiously)

camila sighs, looks at paprika, ‘c'mon buddy, let’s get you back home.’

‘your mom is really weird.’

#bay leaf… darling… as if ava & beatrice need help being disgustingly in love #meanwhile lilith needs all the help she can get #ava: what worries me is the screwdriver. that’s a weapon #bea: yes. i really prefer not to think about it. but we may well end up becoming an episode of the x files one of these days #palmer station au #i keep thinking of bayleef the pokemon gjdhfjd #lilith as a pokemon nerd in this au. send tweet

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diyabloko · 1 year

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one another goldrose thing: playful and tender morning routine.

Monday mornings are noisy in New York. Joe missed them, to be honest, but the noise didn't reach his high-rise apartment, so it didn't spoil his sleep. Now he was lucky to have peace. Kate craved peace above all else, after all the years of her father's hyper-protection, so it was a safe bet that this minimalist high-rise apartment was one of the most potentially secure in the city. And nothing interferes with sleeping until lunchtime, burying the face in a snow-white pillow. But this is Goldberg's privilege alone, while his partner was already leaving for work, kissing him goodbye and setting up the coffee machine.

Calmness made him tender. Finally New York, finally his own name, finally the bookstore again. And finally, self-acceptance. And all of this allows him to sleep peacefully until he want to sit down to read overlooking Central Park. He doesn't have to hide from anyone, overcome or kill somebody, at least not yet, and this suits him perfectly.

He only gets tense when fingers gently touch his naked back, drawing unknown bizarre shapes. Unaccompanied by words, and generally soundless, as if these movements simply appeared in the air. No matter how skilled Kate was at mystery, even she could not do it - only one person could. Or a ghost. Or an imaginary friend. Whoever he is, he will not pass and will find Joe even within these strong walls. Because he is always there, created once and existing until the death of the creator, somewhere between the gyrus of the brain, among which he finds a place to make his own touches real, running his fingers along the spine.

"Rhys." Joe whispers harshly, looking over his shoulder sleepily. Sometimes it's hard to know whether it was a good or bad idea to make this young man a part of him, to embed him in the brain in the hope of saving him forever. Though he probably owes his life to Rhys after all - it would have been much harder to come to acceptance without such a cute thought element, still dressed in the suit and leaning playfully over the bed. Eventually he chuckles, his pinky finger brushing against underwear, as if teasing. "That's enough."

"You know very well that I know your desires better than anyone. Don't pretend," he touches with his palm, guiding it to shoulder, as if he were starting some kind of impromptu massage. He squeezes Joe's shoulders gently, moves to his neck, stopping for a moment, and then fidgets on the bed so that his hand can comfortably touch Joe's collarbones. "Have you ever thought about what would happen if I strangled you? A draw?"

"You can't strangle me."

"Of course I can't. You're not suicidal, and I told you that before you threw me off the bridge. But I'm not offended," he caresses the hair at the back of Joe's head, gently guiding his face upward. Eventually he leans over him in a kind of teasing comfort. Joe lazily follows his movements, shifting his own posture. If Kate were to put cameras in some nooks and crannies, she'd probably throw him in an insane asylum. She won't see a playful dead-London-mayor-guy in a suit above her lover in the recording, which is for the best, from all perspectives. But it's hardly an actual betrayal, is it? "But it would be one violent point versus three , if you'll count the testicles. Even as a part of you, I can't imagine what would make you choose to kill me that way."

"Why are you wearing a suit?"

"Found someone to ask. It's your own business, Joe, you have a thing for people in business suits. But your girlfriend dresses herself, and my clothes are entirely up to you."

"Well. Why are you bothering me now? We'll all feel better if we get some sleep."

"Because I like to play with you. You know, your head gets bored sometimes too. And I become a savior. I wake you up, no matter how effective it is, so that you can come to life a little bit and not lie naked until the evening. Get up, let's go eat."

#they are so silly #joe x rhys #joe goldberg #rhys montrose #you netflix #you s4 #you spoilers #you #goldrose

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buzzcutperfection · 2 years

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A New Experience

“Yep. This should work,” he says surveying the empty bathroom.

It’s the communal bathroom for our dorms. We can’t make too much noise. He blasts the thought out of my head as he lays out the folding chair onto the tile with a screech. The white chair is dyed yellow by the lights. Everything is discolored. Even me. Even my anxiety ridden face. No. He doesn’t see it. Or I hope he doesn't.

“Just take a seat there and I’ll get with you shortly,” he says in a comfortable tone.

Of course he’s comfortable. He’s done this before. You glance at him as he drops the plastic black box onto the white (as it can be in the yellow light) tile with a friction fueled scratching noise. He looks confident and comfortable. Black hair worked to an even buzz all the way around, so short his scalp is in plain view. Barely more than stubble. How does he do it? Maybe you’ll find out. Maybe you’ll also find out about the white tank top and the black sweatpants he wears. Or maybe he’ll remain a mystery man. This person you say once, had a strange experience with, and then you see them around all the time, reminding you of the weird experience. “Oh! That’s the guy who gave me a buzz cut at 4am in the dorms!”

My legs shake slightly as reality sets in. I might have fallen over if I hadn’t already sat down. No. You wanted this. To change yourself. Even a bit. This is what college is about, right? New experiences?

“You okay, dude?” he says with a laugh caught in his throat (like everything he says), “You look white as a ghost.”

You focus in on his face to reply. Instead you get caught by those intoxicating green eyes.

“I’m fine, just nervous is all,” I excuse.

I look back at the mirror taking in an image I might not see again for a while. White blond hair flowing down my face. It’s mid length, but still long. Not touching the shoulders, but still free. Perfect. So, why am I ruining it? I don’t know. I just want to.

He clicks the guard into place with a crisp snap again breaking the heavy blanket of silence over the bathroom.

“Um, what guard is that?” I ask, trying not to let my voice quiver.

He walks over, black cord trailing behind the silver machine, and tussles my hair. “No offense, but even if I told you, you don’t look like the type of person to know about that type of thing.”

I blush hard and cast my brown eyes to the ground. He’s right. I’ve never had clippers taken to my head.

“Ready?”

I don’t reply.

He takes a big breath in as he pulls my head into position with a smile. Neck craned toward the heavens. His face stuck with an exhilarated smile on it. Hair falling into position as gravity tugs on it. The clippers whir to life. I can’t bear to watch either through the mirror or the slow approach of the machine at the edge of my vision. So I squeeze my eyes shut. It doesn’t stop the clippers.

It’s strange. I expected to feel something new, but instead I only feel an absence. I feel the blond lock in my lap, but I still don’t look. And he keeps going too. One stroke after another. The more strokes, the less hair.

And the more excited I get.

“You think it’ll look good?” I ask in a more confident voice, despite the insecure question.

“Yeah, you got the face and head shape for it,” he replies coolly.

Suddenly the machine is pulled away from my head and his rough fingers near a buzzed patch. The sensation is odd. Definitely new. Good.

“It’s a number two for future reference, or whenever you get it cut next,” he says as he rubs my head. “Listen.”

I feel them easily tear through hair as they vibrate against my skull. I get lost in the sound. The humm as they come and go with each stroke. Away from my ears and close to them once again. They cover every part of my head. Not a spot missed, not a hair left uncut. In his hands, the process is quick and painless.

Suddenly, the sound stops. He rubs my head one more time and my heart jumps.

“All done!” he reports as he walks across the tile.

I’m scared. My eyes stay shut, comfortable in their stasis. Maybe if I don’t open them my hair won’t leave. I know it isn’t true, but now I have to see the result of the wonderful process. Will it be better than those few minutes of heaven, or worse? I don’t wanna know.

“It won’t hurt to open your eyes.”

His voice is close. He snuck up on me while I was lost in thought.

“It looks good,” his vocal chords hum out gently, above the buzz of the lights in the bathroom. “Or, at least, I think it does. You have to decide that for yourself.”

“And if I don’t like it?” I ask hesitantly.

“You will.”

“And if I don’t?” I ask once more.

“You will,” he says with more force. “Now… go.”

I gulp and take a deep breath. I pull my eyelids open. It’s the heaviest thing I’ve ever lifted, and the rewards are equal. Or, I hope they are. I can’t tell. It looks strange. The shape of my skull is prominent in the mirror, leaving my blue eyes unguarded. Only a thick, blond fuzz remains on my head, and between the bristles my scalp reflects yellow light. But I like something about it.

I stand up and my knees don;t buckle by some miracle. I walk forward towards the mirror, trying to get a better look. I press my stomach into the counter as I lean in and examine it. Searching for errors, or love, or something… I don’t know. I’m mesmerized. Captured by the uniform wave of yellow points. And I touch it with my own fingers. Like sandpaper, but puzzlingly soft. Somehow more mesmerizing than the look of it.

I don’t know how long I’m there, but he wakes me from my trance after a time with slender fingers on my exposed head.

“Weird, yet so good, huh?” he says with a laugh and a smile.

I turn around and the hair is gone from the floor. Tossed into a trash can now that it no longer has any use. The chair is folded and set against the counter by his block box.

“Do I need to pay you, or…?”

“Nah, the experience is payment enough.” He leaves my side and picks up the chair under his arm with the black box hanging in his hand from its plastic handle. “Just call me when you need it cut again, okay?”

I can’t stop him as he leaves, pushes the metallic door open with a screech and a “Take care!”, and leaves me stranded. Nervous. Exhilarated. Horrified. Overjoyed. Euphoric. Petrified. Alone. All these things he stirred within me, and somehow, like a spoiled brat, he has left me wanting more.

#buzzcut #writing

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ceratatata · 11 months

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Of Snooping and Work Breaks

Words: 1301

Characters: Nova & Codex, Tangent-7 & Nephael, Commander Zavala, Unnamed Guardians,

Summary: Nova gets bored, Codex thinks this is a Terrible Idea™️ and Zavala is an absolute Boss

“Guardian, I really don’t think we should be in here–”

“Oh calm down Codexie, it’s fine. The commander is never here, anyway.”

“We're gonna get caught!” Codex cries. A whirring noise escapes the little machine as he zooms from one shoulder to the other.

Nova huffs, waving the book in her hand in the air. It's an old tome, fitting it back between its brothers back in the bookshelf. There’s dozens of the same, all filled with varying topics and discussions, yet all bound the same way; worn leather, and hand-printed gold-trims. Just like the other trinkets in the room, they're useless items to your average person, other than Commander Zavala; it's common knowledge that he often collects wayward and varied things just to display.

To her side, Tangent-7 sits idly in a chair beside the Commander’s desk, a gloved hand tapping a small ball hanging from a chain, watching as it ticks back and forth. Her Ghost, Nephael, is floating above said ball, scanning the contraption over and over again trying to understand how exactly it works.

“Nova.” Codex hisses, “This is snooping! What if we get caught?”

“We won’t,” Nova huffs, rolling her eyes. Everything on the shelves is the same; mundane and not at all interesting. The solid metal pyramids are cool, kind of, but they're just heavy. There’s no designs or carvings on their surface to look at, so they're carelessly dropped back in place.

“He’s never down here anymore, always up too chatting with anyone who’s bored enough to visit the tower!” Nova gets the equivalent of a frown, Codex’s rounded shell slinking downwards.

“But what if he comes back, huh?” Codex demands, “If he catches us here, looking through his probably classified stuff we're gonna’ get court-martialed!”

Nova shakes her head. She runs her eyes over the shelf again. She doesn’t know what she was looking for, but—

Her eyes land on a nondescript, white, rectangular box; it's small, with a bunch of buttons to press, and a thin slot where a typical 500 terabyte disc could be inserted and read.

It's a radio.

“Uh. Guardian?”

It's a radio with a disc still inside.

Nova’s grin widens.

“Guardian. No.” Codex says, the bends of his shell parting and spinning. His eye is trained on the box, trying his hardest (and failing) to stifle a horrified spark of electricity.

“Are you two okay?” Nephael calls from the opposite end of the room. Tangent raises her head. Codex just beeps frantically, leaving his Guardian’s side and zooming over to presumably plead with Nepahel and his own Guardian to help;

“Nephael!” Codex cries, casing spinning as he keeps his eye trained on the door. His scanner is open, like it has been the entire time, watching for anyone who could possibly come by and catch them. “Help me here! This is a horrible idea- tell them! We should leave!”

Nephael rolls his eyes, pausing for a moment to scan the area; there’s people on the tower’s top, walking around and musing amongst the vendors. Old fireteam members are up there as well, chatting with the Commander himself who hasn’t moved an inch from where he was five minutes ago. Nephael transmits the data to Codex, who groans aloud.

“We shouldn’t be here!” Codex cries, beeping incessantly, hovering back and forth, pacing—

Nova’s grabbing at him, cupping him between her hands as she nuzzles her Ghost to silence; the radio sits, turned on but no music playing yet. Codex lets out a whirring that sounds almost like a whine, and Tangent watches them in amused silence as Cody does his best to try and wiggle away out of his (affectionate) Guardian’s grasp.

“It’ll be alright buddy!” Nova says, pressing her cheek to him one last time before she lets him go, and Codex rockets away from her; he swerves around Tangent and hides behind the Exo, more wary of Nova than the Commander, now.

Nova just smiles knowingly, “He’s still upstairs, dealing with other Guardians as usual, we’re gonna be fine, little light.”

Nova turns back around, a white hand on her hip as she grins. She hits a button, and energetic music crackles through the old speakers. Codex jumps, well as much as a Ghost can jump, and he’s clearly startled as Nova laughs.

“Nova! We really shouldn't be messing with his stuff!”

“You worry too much,” Nephael says, bumping his shell against Codex's. Codex glares his displeasure at the other Ghost, scooting away a few centimetres. Nephael follows him, beeping. Codex moves again, and soon enough, Nephael is chasing Codex around the room for the millionth time since they’ve met.

Nova saunters over to Tangent, who gives the Guardian her own mechanical glare.

“No.”

“Yes.” Nova says cheekily, holding out her hands. Tangent decidedly ignores them, planting her feet on the ground and her ass more solidly in her cushioned chair. Nova isn’t so easily dismissed, and with impressive strength the Awoken grabs Tangent’s arm and yanks her standing. They duck to avoid the two squabbling Ghosts just in time for them to pass right where their noses were, and Nova laughs.

There’s a frantic, fleeting apology from Codex as they clear the Guardians, and a cackle as Nephael follows soon after.

Tangent grumbles as Nova makes her follow along to her dancing, a few seconds entirely ignoring the other Guardian and begins dancing in an entirely different way; her dancing doesn’t match the beat at all but they’re still part of a dance, so Nova just grins. They jam out, watching the Ghosts play, and when Nova goes to playfully jab at Tangent does she freeze.

“Think of it as training, Guardian. You can only get stronger from this!”

Nephael smacks into Codex when the smaller ghost stops in place.

“Wha—was that.. Shaxx?!”

“I think that was the mixtape…” Codex says, baffled.

Nova dies.

She laughs, bending over and holding her stomach,

“He has a mixtape of Shaxx?! Oh my light, I can’t—bahahaha!”

Nova dissolves into giggling as the mixtape keeps going, old-earth disco music enveloping the room again. Tangent can’t help it, she snickers and Nova beams. The Awoken doesn’t hesitate to grab the Exo and dance, moving one hand up and the other down, and up again, laughing as the Exo stumbles.

Nephael stops chasing Codex around, and together they just make fun of their Guardians and their bad dance moves—Codex does little hops and fireworks with projections of light whenever Nova manages not to trip for five minutes, and Nephael gives running commentary of just how bad the mixtape is.

It's only when Codex's fireworks stop does Nova notice there’s another person in the room.

Her wide eyes lock with Commander Zavala’s amused ones, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he observes her slowing movements. The man seems to stifle a snicker, and Nova watches in disbelief, and growing hilarity, as the man begins to moon dance over to his desk.

The papers in his hand are paid actors as they spin where he drops them on a stack of more of a similar look, and he deftly grabs a different handful, tapping them against the metal of a free space, and sits down.

Tangent looks like a deer in headlights, Nephael runs into the side of the Exo's helmet, and Codex just—falls to the floor.

He fainted.

Zavala gives a hearty chuckle, and Nova laughs.

—<>—<>—<>—

(Can you tell I've discovered the mixtape on Zavala's office xD)

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #destiny titan #destiny ghost #Destiny #destiny zavala #commander zavala #fanfiction #destiny oc #destiny original titan character

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champagneandparacosm-archive · 2 years

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// @instant-angel-chaos

The city seemed to cling to his skin like a sickening disease. The hustle of everyday life. The people, the sounds, the stench. It was overwhelming to the recluse- a creature who preferred solitude than the many distracting sounds of the city. Not only did he live in the country for his own personal comfort and need for survival (food resources mainly-), but he also chose it for the quiet. Ears ringing- head pounding as the honking and chatter was nearly driving the beast insane. The world had become so much louder in the past century or so. So. much. noise. No one could shut the fuck up for more than five seconds out of the conditioned fear of not being heard. Who cared whether or not your child just did the cutest thing in the whole wide world? Odds were… it wasn’t that cute. No one wanted to hear about how you were late to work over a laundry mishap forgetting to switch the load into the dryer…. Also- something Blake hadn’t known until that morning- apparently there are two in one washer/dryers? It washes and then dries your clothes in the same machine? Because humans were so fucking lazy they couldn’t stand to go to their laundry rooms and switch the load? Jesus-fucking-christ… Blake needed to go back home.

The tie he once wore was thrown into the back of his black Cadillac Escala; he couldn’t have tugged it off faster the moment he stepped out of the large revolving doors of his publicists building. Another strange concept inside the building, besides the stupid fucking sphere shaped doors you had to walk a circle to get through, was the elevator. Much more older than the washer/dryer combo but still a contraption that made Blake’s skin crawl as he stepped into it… his damned meeting just having to be convening on the thirteenth floor. The small tin box reminded the beast too much of his coffin- tensed as he had ascended the floors- painfully slow. And the prattling little infuriating jingle playing on repeat as he stood there? Just another show that humans couldn’t stand silence. He despised the day already… The meeting itself was painless- if you take out the fact that Blake had to meet in person in the first place. Ford, such a stupid name, knew Blake well enough to keep it short and sweet. They went over the release date of his newest novel adding to his saga of- well, he wasn’t sure how many he would write within this ‘lifetime’. He had so much history to sort through. So much content and not enough time nor energy. Winter was quickly approaching, and Blake wanted to push this book out before he went ghost- hibernated. He didn’t want anything to be on his plate for the early spring. He would be busy… with other things. The team settled on releasing the book in stores in a week. His media manager, because Blake refused to touch social media… don’t even get him fucking started on that piece of garbage, had been promoting the new book like crazy. Blake coil hardly get a cup of coffee this morning without being hounded by a flock of fans. Yes, he should be grateful… they paid for his house and nice extremities… but what the fuck? He just wanted a cup of goddamn coffee. Not to be asked a million little questions about the new book, having to plaster on a tight smile for twenty minutes… which made him late for his meeting by the way. ‘You’ll just have to wait and read the book-’ He would say as politely as he could manage, trying to slip back into his car. Next time he was getting a driver. He hated the fucking traffic. His head rested back against the seat, sighing softly as worked the top few buttons of his white shirt free. Air. The air was so stale in the city. It was also beginning to get colder, the beast already getting restless to begin to prepare. He needed to, yes, but he had been putting it off for the stupid book. Finalizations… printing covers and adjusting the artwork. Jesus, he was exhausted. He was about to turn the key into the ignition when his eyes filtered over a floral shop. Flowers. Fresh flora. His nose twitched, craving the scent of greenery. He had quite the drive back to his home… Fingers clasped over the handle, pulling it to let himself out- eyes carefully watching the road until he was allowed to pass, a herd of people following. Kept his head down, eyes shielded by dark sunglasses. His steps were enthusiastic, already catching wind of some of the product outside to entice people further into the shop. Blake’s chest rumbled pleasantly, the jingle of the bell at the door fueling his anticipation. And there it was… the overwhelming, euphoric scent of flowers. He took in a deep inhale, taking it in like a drug almost, wanting to cleanse himself of the cities foul scent. It was warm, welcoming with a right interior. His eyes shifted about his surroundings, long slender digits coming to remove the shield from his face, tucking his sunglasses into the breast pocket of his suit.

#in loving memory~ faux-smiles-desperate-trials // blake

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cocoabubbelle · 1 year

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Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 15: Spooky Space Kook

That was an uncomfortably long pause between the opening credits and the episode’s title card.

From the get go, this episode is going to get on my sensory nerves if that noise will be a reoccurring element for the criminal.

The ever changing interiors of the Mystery Van gives credence to my (on the spot) theory that the Van in question used to be a futuristic/space vehicle (almost like the Tardis!) that crashed onto earth in Coolsville and disguised itself as a car that the Scooby Gang found and just stuck by ever since, adjusting its insides to fit whatever needs they have at the given moment.

Creepy Farmer with a shotgun! Approach with caution, gang.

Farmer either is an innocent man who’s sick of reporters bugging him about the “haunted” space craft (because apparently it’s not interesting enough just being extraterrestrial) and who happens to look mean, or he’s the culprit.

Everyone else: *staring at and concerned about glowing footprints that disappeared.* Random hen: *just vibing and trying to eat the worm nearby, then mistakes Scooby’s tail as a gigantic worm and makes him panic*

“Oh you big chicken, it was only a chicken!”

Farmer gave them gas. Hope he’s not the culprit.

Gahhh, here comes that annoying sound.

“What’s that funny noise?” Torture for my ears.

Scooby keeps swiping more than his fair portion of Shaggy’s snacks, which wide up catching the attention of the Space Ghost.

These are still the early days where the masked criminals aren’t fooled by silly disguises.

Daphne’s care for her appearance leads to another clue that the abandoned airfield.

Freddy becomes the dude in distress before Daphne becomes the damsel in distress for this episode.

Instead of answering Daphne’s question of what the button/lever in charge of the hoist suspending him would look like so they could get him down, Fred ignores her and tells Velma that she surely can figure it out. Velma points out that just because she’s the designated smart one of the group doesn’t mean she knows squat about mechanics. Mr.-Afficionado-For-Traps loses his patience and tells the girls to go find Shag and Scoob in the large airfield rather than dignify them with a clear description of the button/lever or admit that he also apparently doesn’t know what it looks like. donotcallhimajerkdonotcallhimajerkdonotcallhimajerk…

Shaggy and Scooby accidentally scare each other by getting covered in white sheets and mistake each other for ghosts as they hide.

Velma and Daphne manage to find them, and Shaggy managed to get Fred down offscreen before it cut to the part after Fred is free (I still think the girls could have helped him just fine had he not lost patience with them.)

Where there is potentially food, Shaggy and Scooby will be there!

Shaking my head at Scooby withholding food from Shaggy and eating it behind his back. At least Shaggy isn’t mad because he correctly deduces that the kind of fresh food laying around is for the space ghost, but apparently “real” space ghosts wouldn’t eat anything from earth like chicken and ham. Clearly they haven’t watched a lot of the older sci-fi series/films.

Scooby decides an automatic dishwasher is a great place to hide while Shaggy’s foot get caught in a small tin bucket and accidentally starts up the machine. At least Scooby gets a free bath and massage!

“I wish I knew where Shaggy and Scooby were.” Me: Awww 😚 Shelma momen-! “They’re supposed to be helping us! 😠” Me: 🤣

Animation Goof: Velma’s realistic eyes and lashes

Frelma moment with Velma personally assisting Fred in holding a random newspaper to better find the next clue.

Fred and Shaggy unintentionally prejudiced against aliens because 1) why would aliens be eating OUR food, and 2) why would aliens be interested in reading OUR newspapers?

Shaggy’s method of stealth? Spinning up the trash bin’s lid he was hiding in so it can close after he got out. When Scooby tries it out, he doesn’t get out of the way in time and gets bonked on the head.

ASDFGHJK-!!! SCOOBY WHY WOULD YOU TOSS THE KEY TO THE DOOR YOU ARE HIDING BEHIND OUT THE WINDOW WHERE THE CULPRIT IS?!?! 🤣

Space Ghost gets in anyway without key. Shaggy and Scooby need key to unlock door they just locked to escape.

They jump out the window to grab the key, and jump back in through the window. They unlock door and escape while Scooby makes faces at the Space Ghost. 😂

Shaggy where and how did you get that medieval torch???

Not 1, not 2, but a whole team of space ghosts??

Shaggy and Scooby’s running away leads them to another clue. Shaggy’s suspicious face and Scooby’s impressed face are a lot funnier looking to me than I think they are meant to be 😅

Parachute to the rescue!

Sheriff to the rescue too! And the farmer came along. He claims he got worried about the kids so called the sheriff.

“It’s high time we got to the bottom of these shenanigans!”

YAY! Farmer not the bad guy! Space Ghost just ran the other way!!

Fred almost gets Space Ghost Culprit killed or seriously injured by turning on the gigantic fan of the research lab’s wind tunnel. He and the culprit are lucky that only the Space Ghost Outfit get’s blasted away and reveals a complete stranger before turning the fan off.

Farmer recognizes culprit as his next door neighbor, Henry Bascomb (who was neither known nor alluded to for the audience until the reveal).

Did they all just leave the guy in the wind tunnel? Did they at least lock it from the outside so the wouldn’t escape?

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s hair several shades lighter.

“And I’d have done it, too, if you kids hadn’t come along.” 😤😤😤😤😤

Freddy ruins Shaggy and Scooby’s attempt at bravado by scaring them. 😕 why is Freddy so unlikable in this episode?

Day 15 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

#shenanigans #hanna barbera #scooby #scooby doo where are you #scooby dooby doo where are you #scooby doo #scooby dooby doo #shaggy rogers #shaggy norville rogers #norville shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #daphne blake #fred jones #seriously #what was wrong with Freddy?

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