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faeriekit · 4 months
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Health and Hybrids (XVII)👽👻💚
[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 the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here PART SIXTEEN is here and we're limping into part 17...
💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)
Where we last left off... Two! Words! In! English!!! And a television? Hardcore!
Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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Danny can raise his head now.
Only a little. It still hurts his neck for a while after. But his arms and his head both rise, now. His fingers curl, now, too.
The result is that Danny can now watch and change his own television channels. No more news! Now it’s all Food Network, all the time, baby. The result is that sometimes the doctors tending to him get distracted by various pasta dishes, but also. Danny is also distracted by various pasta dishes.
And roast chicken.
And fried potatoes. Every potato ever, actually.
…It makes eating his oatmeal a more awful ordeal.
“Aw, dyrling, na þa sæd egean,” the lady says to him, spoon at his lips. Danny weakly moves his arm towards her, but only manages to hit her elbow with the heel of his thumb. “Inne cwic tima, gise? Hiere þa læce.”
Danny is pretty sure his face is a nightmare to look at at the moment, but he still makes the world’s saddest expression at the lady, because she hasn’t blasted him or hit him or even sedated him yet, and he needs something. Anything.
He’s pretty the lady makes an equally sad look under her medical mask, but Danny is hungry and he’s tired all the time and he’s sad and he wants a cheeseburger. Or fries. Or…or anything at all!
Danny’s look gets progressively sadder, and the lady gets progressively sadder to match, and then they’re both just looking at each other so very sadly until a doctor physically has to cut between them to reach for Danny’s green-speckled blankets.
Ugh. Great. Now he’s cold too. He can’t quite muster a glare, but the doctor gets an extremely stern squint from him for their “help”.
The only response Danny gets is a half-strangled laugh. That is not the response Danny needs. He needs immediate respect and a Nasty Burger number two special.
And a new blanket.
“—Eall dæg?” the doctor asks the woman, but not Danny, and then he has to listen to everyone talking about him in a weird language without even pretending to ask for his input. It’s extremely annoying, and Danny half-considers falling asleep to avoid it. His gaze slides back to the television. He’s just as capable of ignoring everyone else as they are. He bets it sucks. He hopes it sucks.
They talk for a while, but then the lady takes the oatmeal away—and hey! Danny’s eyes widen and sting from the stretch. Uh. Maybe he didn’t think this one through. He’d still thought he’d get lunch out of this.
Um. He would like to continue to receive meals. But he’s watching her walk out with his oatmeal, which is the only human food that’s ever been given to him here, and…
Danny’s stomach cramps. It’s probably just anxiety.
He wishes he’d eaten the stupid oatmeal.
The doctor stays with him, setting the blanket into a laundry bin and checking over Danny’s body (ew) (gross) (nasty) for whatever they have to check on him, and Danny tries to go intangible at least four times during the check only to get oWOUCHOW jerks inside his core. At least one time, he flickers invisible. Not much, he thinks. Probably just an arm and the chunk of his torso.
The doctor pauses. Danny waits for things to (start to hurt) get worse.
“Mæg Ic?”’
…Danny doesn’t move. It hurts to breathe. Every time air scrapes through his nose and mouth, it burns a little more.
The doctor doesn’t move.
So they just.
Wait.
“Mæg Ic?” the doctor asks again.
They move very, very slowly. They touch him, and his—skin—and they rotate him to check underneath him. If they find something of whatever it is they’re monitoring him for, he gets wiped down with something gooey and wiped clean, and sometimes he even thinks they bandage him.
Danny wishes he had a bath. A whole, real bath. Where he could wash his own hair. And wipe off whatever this goo is.
When they’re done, the lady comes back in.
The sound of the door latching shut makes Danny flinch. Is she going to punish him? She walks to his bed. With her medical mask over her face, Danny can’t see if she’s visibly mad at him or not. She doesn’t look mad though…does she?
She stands to his good side, presumably so that Danny can see her. The oatmeal is back—it looks kind of gloopy, though, like it’s been badly reheated. The lady shows something to the doctor, who makes an irritated groan, and then they start talking to each other again. She cuts off to show him something, though—
Danny blinks. She’s showing it to Danny. He…looks down at it.
It looks like a mustard packet. It’s a black packet with yellow streaks, with writing on it with those letters Danny’s never seen before coming here, and it takes his eyes a second to focus on the package before realizing that there’s a little bee and pot on one end of the packet.
Oh. It’s honey?
Oh!
…Oh!!
Danny jerks upright, and, OW, and he definitely scares the lady and the doctor who rush to settle him but there’s honey?? Flavor??? His food can taste good again??!
He wheezes— and slaps a stinging hand onto the packet. “Pl’s?” he begs. He’d stopped begging in the old labs, no one there had listened to him—and he’d stopped begging for them to be gentle, to stop hurting him, to let him go. But for food. For food that tastes, Danny might do anything. Anything. “P’lease? Ple’se? Pleese?”
“Pleece?” the woman repeats, baffled. The word doesn’t mean anything to her; she’s only repeating the sounds. But Danny can’t stop begging.
“P’lease?”
“Pleece? Pleace?”
“Please?!”
“Awrite þis,” the woman mutters, and the doctor leaves. “Bist wel. Eom hebbjan eower wist. Es wel.”
And that still means nothing to him, but the lady gently lifts him up until his back can lay on the pillows, and he can sit more than lay. Danny watches in raspy silence as she rips the packet open and dumps the contents into the oatmeal. She stirs with gloved hands, ensuring that the packet is equally distributed. And then there’s a glob on her spoon, and the spoon to his lips.
Danny takes a bite. Tears well.
“Shhh,” the woman coaxes. “Wanian ma?”
Ma sounds kind of like more. Danny opens his mouth, and is rewarded with another spoonful.
He doesn’t start crying in earnest until the bowl is gone. But that’s alright. The lady finds tissues, somewhere, and he gets to look into her human-blue eyes as she carefully dries over and around his still-soft, green-edged wounds.
It’s a very nice gesture.
Danny sobs a little harder.
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whoopseydaisy · 3 months
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An addition to the cocktail chapter of the @worldsbeyondpod Unofficial Cookbook:
Honey With A Note Of Song
an absinthe wash (the green fairy, for your roots)
2 oz. rye (your liquor of choice, strong and spicy)
1/4 oz. pine and rosemary honey syrup (you cannot go home again)
1 barspoon of saline solution (for your first divine smite, where you found your breath once more)
1-2 dashes of peychauds bitters (because this is a play on a sazerac)
a grapefruit twist (a touch of the bitterness age has brought you)
serve in a glass reminiscent of a chalice
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winding-maze · 3 days
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The Cordial Cardinal - Archibald Phim
A lovely, commissioned character sheet for @fashionablyfyrdraaca! Archibald is a fine Fallen London gentleman who was a Catholic Cardinal before London fell. Peter Cushing is his faceclaim and it was a lot of fun to imagine his Neathly appearances!
(I am open for character sheet and other illustrative commissions, more info here!)
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sweetheart-ashy · 1 month
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ASHER PRESENTS REDACTED BOYS DRINK OF CHOICE
Lasko : coffee
Damien : hot chocolate (but hot hot.)
Huxley : tea
Caelum : apple juice/chocolate milk
Gavin : the pink monster energy
Hudson : cheap coffee shop coffee (broke college student)
David : black coffee
Milo : oreo krushum from kfc
Asher : lemonade with no sufar
( + none of the wolf boys enjoy caffine)
Guy : coke cola
Geordi : boba
Vincent : red wine (with blood in it 🙄)
Sam: whiskey (WHISKEY WHISKEY WHISKEY FEVER)
SPECIAL ADDS!!
Honey : pepsi
Lovely : tea with honey (not honey above)
Freelancer : just give then a liquid. (DEHYDRATED)
Baabe : smoothie
Angel : pink lemonade
Sweetheart : coffee
Darlin: vodka (+ redbull)
Echo : space and time itself
Hush : bleach
Alexis : white wine (thats pink….)
Porter : Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea. Tea.
Quinn : coffee with vodka
Kody : doesnt deserve liquids
Adam : should drink bleach
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You are Insufferable (I Can’t Stand You)
Tsukishima x f!reader
Rated E (18+)
WC: 14.5k~
Summary:
Tsukishima Kei has no interest in finding a wife this season, but accidentally meeting you might change his mind.
Notes:
This is a Bridgerton-esque AU *where Reader is of age, meaning 18 years old.
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coconut530 · 3 months
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💍PUT A RING ON IT💍
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un-pearable · 1 year
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Pixal: Father I’ve gained emotions!
Cyrus: That’s great Pixal I’m so happy-
Pixal: I gave myself anxiety
Cyrus:
Cyrus: On purpose?
Pixal: yeah
Cyrus: Why
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the face of a woman who voluntarily installed self_deprecation.exe
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paulaliajessica · 1 year
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the vibes on this set are unmatched
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tragediegh · 1 month
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Even though it obviously sucks tremendous ass to be sick with covid over my 30th birthday I will admit my partner is doing the most to make me feel celebrated (ie every time I cough or sneeze tonight saying "last sneeze in your twenties! ☺️" or "Aw, you'll never cough as a 29 year old again! 🥺")
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your-dark-thor · 1 year
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I hope Kenneth Branagh knows he made the best Thor movie
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Absolutely in love with the idea of movie shadow , and movie sonic mirroring each other in almost every way, instead of contrasting the other. Shadow being the most extreme version of Sonic, someone who once had the same dreams and beliefs, but lost everything, and lost the ability to keep his hopes and dreams alive. Sonic being the most light version of shadow, someone who kept his dreams and hopes alive , despite the loses, he still has everything. I hope in Sonic 3, Sonic and shadow have to fight the crushing weight knowing the they could’ve been each other.
What do you think? Just spitballing here
Glitch, honey, I am HERE for that! I’m definitely ready for that to be explored between the two. I’d love to see some sort of heart-to-heart with the two at the end as well! Let them really pick at their minds about the paths that they’ve taken.😈
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raddest-laddest · 3 months
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quiet guys shes infodumping
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sulykari · 2 months
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Just me and @loiyourlocalperson being dumb in Roblox XD
This had to be taken from my sibling's side because the screenshot in the computer broke😭
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I will never ever forget what my dad said to me years ago in middle school when I was sad that my irl friend at the time wasn't playing wizard101 with me and he immediately said "well that's probably because she has a life." God still hasn't lifted me back up from that
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sweetheart-ashy · 2 months
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✨ASHER PRESENTS🍕
Random shit ive decided fits redacted characters (your opinions dont matter) ((yes they do please add if you wanna))
Lasko
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Lovely
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Guy
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Lasko and co-worker/any wolf boi couple
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David and angel
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Guy to honey
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Huxley
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Inversion walkie talkies
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Caelum
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Gavin as soon as he huxley and damien meet
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I didnt know tumblr had a post image limit :(
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kedsandtubesocks · 4 months
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“Spotify” Fic Writer Wrapped!
Using this Canva template!
thank you to the sweetest honey pie of all @beskarandblasters for tagging me in this, I appreciate you dearly Kel!
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I don’t wanna get too emotional but knowing this was my first official year coming back to writing and posting fic again, and to see how many works I’ve been able to put out has my heart filled with so much love and gratitude
I couldn’t be here without so many of you, so thank you all so so much 💖
no pressure tags: @stellamancer @perotovar @shotorus @willowser @acerathia @fairy-writes @andypantsx3 @ofmermaidstories and to anyone else I might have forgotten or who wants to join in!
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