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emi-writings · 10 months

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Quackity probably shouldn't have followed mysterious music coming from the forest.

But he couldn't resist something so pretty.

Quackity had never been a fool.

Oh, he played the part of a fool very well. And for good reason, if people thought he was stupid, they’d be far more likely to slip up. It wasn’t honorable. But honor didn’t feed the hungry or poor. Quackity refused to allow himself to become hungry, and he had plans to live a life far more grand than petty thief and a merchant of scams. No, he knew he was destined for so much more than the hand he had been given.

Quackity knew that only a fool would hear the faint sound of music coming from the forest and follow it.

But oh, did it sound so sweet. It should’ve been a greater warning, that he found it so hard to resist the temptation to follow the music that echoed through the forest. That made it so obvious that the musician was a fae. The fae were well known for their ability to enchant humans with their music and voices, like sirens with their twisted sense of humor. Everyone, even the few street urchins that lurked the many streets of the village, knew better than to follow the pretty music that came from the eerie forest.

Quackity had never been a fool, but sometimes he couldn’t resist making a foolish decision on occasion. The music in the air lacked the usual presence of an enchantment. He had only experienced it once, and one of the villagers had pulled him back when they noticed him wandering towards the forest. Warded him with iron, salt, and rowan wood until he had snapped out of charm.

He would never, could never, forget that night. He would never forget how it felt when magic stripped him of his free will, made him nothing more than a puppet to play with. How it felt to be trapped in that state for hours, with only the kindness of a stranger to keep him safe. It had been terrifying and haunting.

The music he heard that night hadn’t been the same. It tempted him, and the music would likely stick with him for the rest of his life, but Quackity could tell it wasn’t enchanted. It was likely that there was just a fae nearby that wanted to play a song without the intent of capturing any humans. Which only made it more tempting, if Quackity could get the drop on a fae there was no way he wouldn’t be able to profit off of it.

Quackity had never been a fool, but he had always been more than willing to gamble with danger if the reward was worth it.

So, he made his way through the woods. The trees crowded around him; branches reached out as if they wanted to grab him. Quackity ignored it all, he focused on keeping his steps light and silent, focused on keeping himself out of sight. As he approached the source of the noise, the air around him filled with the scent of saltwater, seaside lilies and other flowers. A Seelie Fae then, and potentially a powerful one.

As soon as Quackity approached the clearing, he saw the fae.

Quackity quickly ducked behind one of the thicker trees for a better vantage point.

The fae was tall, even by fae standards, and he would easily tower over Quackity. The flower crown on his head softened the image a little bit. There was a cloak around his shoulders that looked like it was made from moss. Shells that looked like leaves hung from his ears, and colorful shells of all shapes and sizes dangled from the fae’s belt. Light danced around his form idly.

All those things together meant one thing: that the fae was more summer aligned than spring.

Which only meant that the fae was more likely to be passionate, short tempered and mischievous.

The fae strummed his guitar idly, going over the same notes on occasion, and other times making slight adjustments. Which meant that Quackity had caught the fae as the other was composing. It was possible that the fae wasn’t even aware that there had been a human settlement nearby. The different courts competed with each other all the time, if the Unseelie Court had been the ones that had tried to kidnap villagers, it was possible they kept it secret from the Seelie Court.

The fae suddenly turned and looked up at him.

Quackity nearly gasped at how beautiful the fae looked.

“Hello,” the fae greeted with a slight bow.

His voice carried the hint of a melody.

“Hello,” Quackity returned hesitantly.

There wasn’t any reason to remain hidden anymore, so Quackity stepped into the clearing. He needed to be polite after all. The fae smiled brightly at Quackity, at the guitar disappeared into light. The sunbeams shifted in the clearing, to make the perfect yet soft spotlight on the fae. It only served to make him seem more ethereal.

“I wasn’t expecting to lure a human out here,” the fae said, “Especially not one as attractive as yourself.”

Quackity gave a polite smile, though he felt his face warm, “You’re either too kind, or too modest.”

“Care for a dance?” the fae asked.

“I probably shouldn’t,” Quackity replied with an apologetic smile.

The fae just grinned, before he started to hum a gentle tune.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream,” the fae sang with a soft smile and an extended hand.

Quackity had never been a fool.

But he had been alone for almost the entirety of his life.

So, he accepted the offer anyway, allowed himself to be pulled into the fae’s arms for a gentle, slow dance.

The fae continued with a slight spin, “I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.”

“Yet I know it's true,” the continued as he pulled Quackity closer, “That visions are seldom all they seem.”

“But if I know you,” the fae twirled them around with a smile.

“I know what you'll do,” the fae pulled Quackity right up to him, their dancing coming to a still.

“You’ll love me at once,” and slowly the fae’s lips moved closer to Quackity’s own.

“The way you did once upon a dream,” and then the fae kissed Quackity.

The kiss was full of warmth and light and tasted like the sweetest honey. It made Quackity’s head spin. The fae didn’t try to overpower him. His grip on Quackity was gentle, like he wanted to give the human the chance to back out if he wanted to. It made Quackity grin when the fae pulled away from the kiss.

On a whim, Quackity adjusted them so that he could lead the dance, which earned him a blushing fae in his arms. With a grin, Quackity started to hum the same song that the fae had sung to him just before.

And then Quackity started to sing, “But if I know you, I know what you'll do.”

“You'll love me at once,” Quackity pulled the fae in closer.

“The way you did once,” the fae leaned in.

“Upon a dream.”

#tntduo #quackbur #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic #tntduo au bingo #fae au #fae wilbur soot #human quackity #surprisingly wholesome

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solarsavoy · 10 months

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Day 3 of Karmagisa week: AU Day! Sorry it's a bit late, but it's still Tuesday where I'm at, so it's not actually late... Anyway, inspired by the incubus idea in this Tumblr post. I've been attached to the idea for over a year and finally decided to just go for it. FYI for anyone curious, this fic idea was the sole reason for that strangely worded rule about no NSFW but feel free to get a little spicy. This is what I was thinking about when I wrote that rule. As promised, there's no NSFW, but there is an incubus.

Without further ado, enjoy reading Cuddles and Kisses on AO3. Account required to read fic.

#karmagisa2023 #karmagisaweek #karmagisa #karma akabane #nagisa shiota #ao3 fanfic #alternate universe #little bit of spice #surprisingly wholesome #ship week #karunagi #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #solarsavoyfics #incubus!nagisa #hazama is a troll #poor shuu

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the-madwomen · 1 year

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Things I Learned Reanimating The Dead

By Dr. Luna Ludenburg

As far as anyone is concerned, this is a work of fiction, because it technically did not happen in this reality.

For the sake of transparency, I am not a medical doctor, nor am I particularly versed in biology. My doctorates are in theoretical physics (well, when it comes to lifestyles such as mine, it's only partially theoretical) and something called reality engineering (the ability to manipulate how others view reality, non-existent degree in our universe, nicknamed "the spin doctorate") which I got mostly to make any art I make to seem more immersive. In terms of areas of study outside of my titles I have been teaching myself neuroscience, which even then is not enough knowledge to bring back a whole body from the point of death and is only an interest I developed after the experience. So you may ask yourself why I would attempt something as radical as the title of this account suggests.

To tell you nothing but the truth, it was due to wanting to be accepted by my peers. Not in the scientific community at large, but that subset of mad doctors and professors akin to myself, testing the limits of both science and ethics. Fellow mad scientists, essentially. They often form these sorts of secret societies where they group together and share inventions, or at least concept art of such.

I, as a self-respecting agent of madness and progress, of course wanted in. But as it turns out, most have an initiation to see how far you're willing to go for the sake of knowledge. This is not a form of gate-keeping as I had assumed, or at least not the kind that fandom often has. Rather, it was a way to separate spies and other undercover agents from the rest, as most members would be enemies of countries due to their attempts to better the world... For them, anyways.

You can probably guess as to what this initiation entailed. Reanimating a corpse is off-putting to most, so it's a good way to separate those putting on an act from those with a passion. I won't say the thought didn't give me pause at first, but it didn't take me long to accept the offer. I knew there was a risk, and I was still mortal at the time so that risk was my own safety, but then again so was my dimension-hopping adventures normally.

The good news was one club would give me the basic supplies for the machinery used for the experiment, though I would need to assemble it myself. They also handed me the basic instructions on how to assemble a body together, and I do mean the most basic instructions. Some of the other groups, such as the one helmed by Dr. Isabella Saltine, gave me helpful advice not covered in these instructions. In case you ever feel the need to pull off what the forerunner of us mad scientists managed, here are just some of the things I was told.

- Make certain the blood types of every part you use match. If not, this can cause complications throughout the whole body, including the brain. The person who gave me this advice, Dr. Isaiah Fleaford, also gave a device to test blood type in a cadaver in case that information wasn't on record.

- Handle the brain with the upmost care. Not just not dropping it, but also in touching it whatsoever. Smudge the wrong part of the brain and the subject's sapience may suffer for it.

- Nerve endings will prove the most trouble. In the dimension I'm from, this one I'm assuming, there have been cases of head transplants being partially successful in monkeys. The problem was they would be paralyzed from the head-down. Thankfully, as part of the basic equipment, I was given special devices designed to make the nerves connect to the brain properly. I am glad I was given a few hundred, as this still proved to be the most difficult part of the process.

- One man, Professor Charles "Chills" Carlson, gave me a few cryo-chambers to work with. Keeping all the body parts preserved while I go look for other bits would prevent them from rotting and myself from having to look for new parts.

- The body used should be very large, at least 3 meters in height. Physical fitness is also good to look out for.

- Stay as low profile as possible. People don't take kindly to desecrating graves, even the ones of those they despise.

With all this information and then some in mind, I set out to begin my work.

Many had also told me to take the brain last, as this would attract the most attention since you would have to take one from a facility designed to keep brains preserved. However, I have the advantage of being an interdimensional traveler, which enables me to take body parts from worlds that haven't developed an equivalent. Therefore, I could get the brain first and not have to worry about suspicion. I decided this was best if I had the option, since I could design the body around the brain as opposed to putting a person into a body they wouldn't feel comfortable in. I had a choice between a professional Chess player with an ELO of 3200 and a beloved cooking show host. I chose the latter, as she was younger and the Chess player's mind was likely more useful to this world's scientists.

I also bothered to do research on each person whose body I used. In respect to their lives and so my research is not wasted, I'll tell what I know of them. Keep in mind that they are all from different universes and time periods, though all were freshly dead.

Jade Perkins was the American host of a popular cooking show that aired weekly on America's PBS. Her dimension was not too dissimilar from our own, though I will be going back there soon after I fix my interdimensional traveling device. Multiple reasons, one of which being that, in hindsight, Goncharov was a film that actually existed there, believe it or not, but the meme didn't come up in my dimension then so I thought nothing of it. Tangent aside, Miss Perkins was known as being incredibly generous and good natured all around. She was considerably overweight, and was proud to be able to combat fatphobia with her television program. She tragically died in 1993 at age 49, when a truck trying to dodge another pedestrian ended up hitting her instead. She was survived by two children. She is the source of the brain I used.

Uma "Übermench" Himmel was a German professional bodybuilder and three time winner of the Miss Galaxy beauty competition. She comes from a dimension wherein Trotsky became the leader of Soviet Russia, resulting in a much faster World War 2 and all of Germany becoming communist. She was known as a risk-taker and for being surprisingly intelligent with a degree in chemistry. She was rumored to be able to lift a baby hippo over her head. She sadly died young in 1972 at the age of 30 due to negligence from a janitor not putting up a "floor wet" sign whilst she was lifting weights, causing her to slip and the dumbbell to smash her face in. She was survived by her girlfriend of three years. Her head and arms were in a horrid state, so they were separated from the neck and shoulders, respectfully, and I took whatever was left.

Frances Benoit was a French serial killer with a personal kill count of 7 men and 6 women. He resided in a dimension where the French revolution had not taken place... Yet. He was known for killing French nobles, likely politically motivated. He killed most of his victims using Garrotte rope, using other methods for only five of them. His last kill would prove him unlucky, as he had to resort to a rather loud gun that made his presence known. I was unfortunate enough to be at his hanging, where he died in 1801 at age 46. He was survived by his wife, who last I checked was beginning to fan the flames for a revolution in his name. I ended up taking his arms, as I found no buff female cadavers with a matching blood type to Perkins' AB, and some pompous fool in all red chased me off with a rapier before I could continue searching.

Jesse Burrell was an Australian recluse who lived an isolated life. Her dimension was most similar to my own, from my recollections. I could not get a accurate account of her life due to her isolation and the bad blood she had with most people I found who knew her. She was a gun rights advocate and an alcoholic who spent most of her time outside of her home at the local bar. She died in 2000 at an unknown age, likely her mid-thirties, in a shootout at her estate, along with three others, with the potential survivors and reason for the showdown being unknown. She had no known family members, one genuine friend in the form of the barkeeper and far too many enemies to count. Her life was shrouded in mystery. Her corpse had been vandalized, with tattoos around her whole body having been removed via a knife, resulting in me removing skin from the stomach and stitching it to her face. She was the one I felt the most sorry for, for she was the easiest to take parts from.

Once I had all the supplies I required, I got to work. I won't bore you with the details, as it was all very repetitive truth be told. Building the equipment especially was almost as difficult as an English speaker trying to build IKEA furniture. But in my opinion it had all been worth it, and not just for the membership to any organization. That elation, that joy, when you're about to pull the trigger on a project, especially one as difficult as bringing life to what once was dead. I only managed to mess up one thing. The brain had been split in half. That sounds like a bigger deal than it actually was, but the human mind can survive being split in two. It does result in the two halves of your body being controlled independently from one another, but nothing so terrible.

I remember pulling the lever. The electricity flowing through my temporary laboratory, surrounding me. My hair turned white as snow, but that was fine by me. Looks good on me anyhow. Just the sheer mania I felt, knowing I was doing something as massive as this. My maniacal laughter echo through the world as I felt a pure sense of wonder and amazement at my own achievements... Or maybe it was the electricity, I don't know.

In any case, the results were a massive success. Obviously I couldn't have done it on my own, of course. The supplies given to me were the thing that made this possible, and I couldn't have done it if not for the ones whose corpses I used.

Mayhaps my proudest accomplishment in this is that, aside from the brain split and the consequences of that, Miss Perkins had all her mind intact, no memory loss whatsoever. I was overjoyed at this news, because it meant I could reintroduce her to her world after I showed my fellow scientists. She looked like her total physical opposite now, there were stitches on her face, her skin had a slight a green tint to it, and her arms grew slightly more hair than the rest of her body, but other than that she seemed like a normal human being.

It had worked out as perfect as it could have.

The best part of it all, in all honesty, was meeting Miss Perkins herself. Last I checked in on her she was still advocating for body positivity of all shapes and sizes. Just because she was fit now didn't mean she had lost her sympathy who are like what she used to look like. She would often joke that, technically, she weighed the exact same due to her height and muscle, which she managed to maintain. And all this in the 90s, no less! There were less fat jokes on TV overall in any case. Even trying to prove it was actually her was sweet, thanks to a song she made up for her kids convincing them. Feels good when mad science has a positive impact.

And of course, I was accepted into the various mad science societies since such a massive success was something to note. Glad that happened, though I would be lying if I said I didn't forget the reason I was doing it halfway through.

So what did I learn? Well, taking risks is sometimes beneficial for everyone involved, hard work is worth it if it's something you're passionate about, the joy others feel about your work is often better than what you get out of it, the saddest deaths have noone sad about it, and the part of the brain that processes the feet and the part that processes sexual attraction are right next to each and some are unfortunate enough to have those intersect.

... I forgot where I was going with this. Ah well.

#fiction #mad scientist #mad scientists #b-movie #short story #reanimation #villancore #surprisingly wholesome #short fiction #well

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guillermo-buillermodelacruz · 2 years

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Sometimes a family can be the group of batshit insane sweet vampires you agreed to serve for the rest of your human life

This is very true and valid, anon. Sometimes it absolutely can. 🥺

#ask #wwdits rp #guillermo answers #surprisingly wholesome

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deathtriangles · 2 years

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gramps squad roger on the great o’khan: “is he wearing a question mark on his face because he’s questioning himself? i hope he feels better 🥺”

#SURPRISINGLY WHOLESOME #x . aew shenanigans #x . gramps shenanigans

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stonecoldhedwig · 1 year

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It’s a strange thing, watching your boyfriend marry someone else.

Or, at the very least, it should be strange, Charlie thinks, as he cocks his head to one side and watches Neville push a ring onto Hannah Abbott’s finger.

He should hate Hannah, shouldn’t he? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when the man you love loves someone else? Only, Charlie doesn’t hate her. Not at all. He’s actually still not sure how he got so lucky that the person he has to share Neville with is quite so wonderful.

#fanfic #harry potter #hp fanfic #neville longbottom #charlie weasley #hannah abbott #poly relationship #surprisingly wholesome #gratuitous river metaphors

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even-all · 1 year

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Hi Evin!! How is your day today? Did you do anything exciting? Anything you’re proud about?? I hope you had a good day 🖤

hi lovely! sorry for the late reply, but I am having a pretty good day! :) I'm training for a new job and the guy who trained me was from a different store and he was SO hot omg <3

I guess I'm proud of myself for trying something new lol. This ask was so nice thank u anon 💕💕💕

#asks #surprisingly wholesome #thank u <3 #anon 🖤

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dustykneed · 3 months

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god mcspirk is so terrific. i love when jim and spock scheme together (ok jim schemes but he ropes spock into it too and spock just can't say no to his captain) to fluster bones.

sometimes jim just wants to see his boyfriends make out with tongue... is that too much to ask?

prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "sloppy kissing" ←⁠(⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ

#star trek #star trek tos #tos #star trek fanart #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #jim kirk #captain kirk #mcspirk fanart #mcspirk #spones #mckirk #spirk #dust trek hcs #dont ask me how long this took i dont know either #im really really proud of this one!!#surprisingly wholesome for a Spiced (lol) prompt lmao #the problem with being both an artist and a writer is sometimes you get fic ideas but get fixated on them becoming comics and make life #SIGNIFICANTLY more difficult for yourself #ill rb with ny bingo card i guess!!#btw in case i couldnt make it clear enough (bc the ten pic limit lmao)#jim was like #hey spock i have a GREAT idea for the next time bones bites his tongue. you should make out #and they didnt make him bite his tongue on purpose they were just waiting for that next time hed bite his tongue #for my own fucking sanity please assume that there is copious amounts of tongue in that last panel i just dont know how to draw ppl kissing #BUT ITS GETTING BETTER CLEARLY LMAO #oh and by the second to last panel bones has realised spock has probably had his booboos kissed by amanda as a kid #mcspirk bingo

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edgeray · 1 month

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Arlecchino is a cold person.

(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)

It's no suprise to anyone. It is simply an objective fact of the matter. She is aware of this. The House of the Hearth is aware of this. The Fatui are aware of this. It's ironic given the nature of her vision, but it nonetheless rings true despite the fire she possesses on her blackened fingertips. She is callous and curt, and underneath her skin there is nothing except frigid ice that envelopes her being like a fitted coat. She speaks with no warmth, acts with the absence of heat, exists in a constant state of cold emptiness--a state in which there is a void inside of her, as if sucking all that is human of her.

Years ago, when she was just a child of the same orphanage she headed, she had naive thoughts of finding companionship, someone who would provide the warmth she sought on lonesome nights. She was barely just an adolescent who dreamed of lying in someone's arms, feel the heartbeat of another so surely, it would remind her that she was indeed alive. For even the briefest of moments, she yearned for someone who would, if not shield, then distract her from the cruelties of this world. She had shed those foolish wishes aside. In the House of the Heart that she was raised in, such notions were admonished, in fact, the wishful thinking was one of the reasons she had nearly lost her life. Never again, she had promised to herself, when she mercilessly beat the backstabber. It was then that she believed when the time came, her tale would end the same way as it began for her: alone. As the years of being a Fatui, then becoming a Fatui Harbinger, hardened her, there was comfort in that view.

That is what she believed in. Until you came.

Iciness wraps her being. It is present in her expression, in her words, in her touch. But that is exactly why she finds solace in your being. Her vision could only grant her a synthetic flame, but, you, you're an everlasting hearth. She melts in your embrace every time she slots herself in your arms, as it feels like a kindling ignited in her heart. It is only with you, that she learns how warmth can be found in.

Arlecchino is a cold person.

It is why you, as a warm one, is perfect for her. You whisk away the most depraved thoughts, ease her of any emotional and mental turmoil, and you do not treat her with the same coldness as the world seems so fond of doing to her. You are her flame, the one that sparks her being and reminds her that she is alive because her heart beats with you, beats for you.

Except you are cold now. It is unfathomable to her how you can be this way when your entire being exists to warm her, but when she touches your skin, you are unbearably frozen. Your body does not tremble like it does when her clawed fingers ever so gently trace your skin. The corner of your lips doesn't quirk up into the usual small smile of yours when she appears in your sight, but they remain ever rigid like the rest of you. Uncharacteristically, your expression doesn't soften with her presence.

You are cold, just like her. And that makes her afraid. Her hand searches for it, prodding your skin for a familiar thumping that is nowhere to be found. You continue to stare at her, unblinking. Here would be the moment where you give her a beaming smirk and you'd cup her face tenderly as if she was glass. And she would let you, because you are her beloved, who has watched her shatter so many times before and wordlessly each shard back together, and it is for that reason that she would lean closer towards your touch.

Because you lie broken in her arms and her hands are stained again with the familiar color of red. Your eyes are glossy and gaze unblinkingly at her. Frozen. Even when you are covered in your blood, you are beautiful, she notes, but oh, so cold that it makes her doubt if you were warm to begin with.

She misses your warmth. Where has it gone? Or has it died along with you?

Her hearth is gone. And as she clings onto your form, her body wracking with a fear and desperation she's never known before, two revelations come to her: that there is no such thing as an everlasting fire, and even after so many years ago, she was right along.

Arlecchino is a cold person. And she will remain always cold.

#arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #i wrote this instead of writing the actual oneshot I was planning to publish on Wednesday #whoops #i was in a little angsty mood 🥰#that's mbad #if it comforts you the next oneshot is pretty wholesome #surprisingly whipped this up in like... an hour or so #is this my usual quality? no but #this was kinda fun #i haven't written angst in a while so this was good outlet #did you guys know I'm primarily an angst writer? :) because I am #and you will see that in the future #edgeray.blog #edgeray.writes

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