#thats HORROR look at it it is WRITHING

[arthenaa]

Could i ask for HCs of Mizu with a mommy kink? Like her liking to be called that? Thank you!

Mizu with a Mommy Kink (18+ mdni after the line) gender neutral! reader

ALRIGHT

Honestly, the kink stemmed from the fact that she's a natural protector

She may have a contradicting personality with regards to socialization but overall, it's probably because it's influenced by the values and mindset that she learned from when she was young

Violence had never been the right answer and while the world continues to change influenced by the bloodbath in its history, why can't she make use of it as a way to save others?

yeahh getting philosophical in a fucking nsfw post YEAHHH

anyways, you and Mizu had been acquainted for a while now and she respects you enough to be somewhat vulnerable with you

It's the same with you as well, you regard Mizu as a close confidant of your life stories

It's safe to say that you know each other well enough despite how it looks

There have also been quite close calls that made your relationship with Mizu border something more than acquaintances slash friends with a question mark in bold (its for the emphasis)

So imagine to your surprise how worked up she gets over a joke you made after commenting on her natural need to protect

"Y'know," You lick your lips, eyes squinting as you assessed the woman before you quietly drinking her tea. "You have a natural sense of protecting. Kinda like a mommy."

The blue-eyed samurai freezes in her place

It was a look of horror at first and you were quite tipsy during that time (you two were lounging at your home)

So your thought process was, heyyy why not make fun of this mf while I have no shame

so you did

The look of horror, turned into being uncomfortable until her cheeks flushed to a deep shade of red

You've never seen someone change emotions in just a few seconds

You were enjoying this clearly

Mizu was having none of it and while the term did fluster and invoke horrors worthy enough of the judgment of Izanami no Mikoto

Fueled by her emotions, her secret-not-so-secret attraction towards you, and her need to shut you up, Mizu moved towards you

And now you're where you are now

NSFW

Soft dom with a hint of sadistic tendencies

She likes making you beg and plead for her to do something, then turn a 180 and praise you for your work

loves loves loves overstimulating you

I think its because she hasn't gotten any action over the past few years that all she's doing is take take take from you

You're writhing and shaking in the sheets with just her mouth and she hasn't even gone to her fingers yet

She loves looking down at you, reveling in the superiority that your submission to her brings

It makes her menacing tbh but its hot okay

This mf eats you up like a champ

Fast learner

Has a good stamina but her refractory period can take some time

so yeah it ultimately ends up with you overstimulating a dozen times before she finally gets to have her own release (also probs bc she prioritizes your pleasure over her own)

she loves it

She gives you reigns at first, just to let her know what to do and a few seconds later, your eyes are rolling in the back of your head

Quite manipulative in bed

Says a lot of things like, "you're mine right?", "say you want me", "tell mommy that she's all you need"

you indulge her manipulative tendencies tho

all of this is making you develop a praise kink omf

Sometimes gets overwhelmed by the pleasure and pushes you too far but thats okay cuz its mizu

Stops completely and stares you down when you stop saying mommy

That completely just puts you in your spot

Then her voice drops to a chill and calm tone and suddenly you're shivering and flushing at her stare

Know how people's eyes get duller when they're in the state of lust or smn

Hers get brighter for some reason

She likes positions that allow her to wrap her arms around you or where her body is either on top or covering you

yeahhh stems from the need to protect

After you and Mizu establish this kind of relationship, she begins to act more mischievous around you

MIZU IS MISCHIEVOUS damn, that mf will tease you like its nothing

she will eye you up with no shame, whisper in your ear like its not bothering you, and then act like she hasn't done anything at all

Esp when she gets joke gifts from the brothel like sex toys and what not

She will use them on you and you will limp for a week

More of a service-top rather than receiving

She likes the reactions she's pulling out of you and when you return the favor, she pampers you with so much love and affection and you just flush in shyness

yeaaaaa, its okay to be a red flag in bed as long as it's mizu

#arthenaa #the blue eyed samurai #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu smut #mizu x reader #mizu bes

[ceruleancattail]

id like to ask for a fluffy nymphleech fic with this premise, if thats alright :)c ; Jade isn't allowed to use customers as test subjects but no one can stop him: which has only gotten worse because now i fully support him and play into it further whenever we feel like it.

anddd if you'd want an idea of how that looks like sometimes;

Jade cooking w mushrooms: ^^

Me, sliding the dish onto a table: "Enjoy!" ^^

student A, sweat-dropping: "... are those edible?-"

Me, stabbing a fork into a mushroom: "Only one way to find out." [shoves it into student A's mouth]

ty very much if you'll accept the request, its alright if not tho! :D

Jade with a s/o who terrorises the Mostro Lounge with him

Jade x reader

Sometimes, you do truly love your boyfriend.

The way he strikes such a regal pose in the kitchen, apron string tied securely around that slender waist of his. His hands moving with carefully practised poise. The way the lean muscles on his arms flexes ever so slightly when he slices up mushrooms, dicing them effortlessly.

Efficient in the kitchen.

Effective?

That remains to be seen.

It’s hard to call him effective when Jade cooks whatever his heart desires. Exotic mushrooms of all shapes and sizes, saluted to perfection. He’ll serve dishes so delicate, they almost look too good to eat.

Honestly, it’s in your best interest not to consume whatever he serves. Not when Jade seems rather interested in watching you eat, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

You two are now the terror of the Mostro Lounge. The deadly waiter and chef, serving up new unknown horrors to poor unfortunate students.

Poor, lost souls.

It’s rather amusing to watch them twitch and writhe. Sometimes, they collapse straightaway, face blooming a wonderful shade of green. Otherwise, their arms slump to the side, their eyes widening in shock as foam builds up in their mouth, spilling from their lips.

You two share a journal. A lovely leather bound book, elegant cursive dancing through the pages. You two take care to record all effects in excruciating detail. Little sketches of the mushrooms, the most poisonous ones highlighted, little purple hearts doodled all around.

When he thumbs through the pages, Jade’s fingers trace over your letters lightly. You have wonderful handwriting, love. In fact, if he closes his eyes, he could hear your voice whispering to him, practically purring into his ears.

A wonderful sound, indeed.

Jade shudders, bringing his hand up to his mouth. Chuckling into it, a small smile tugs at his lips. A faint pink dusted onto his cheeks, a flattering shade on him.

How truly romantic.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #twst x reader #Jade leech x reader #Jade x reader #Jade #lucky charm🔷

[chompersbrainrot]

LiB true form ideas

Wiggly

a writhing mass of tentacles- very cuthulu ish,very sea monstery ish. youd expect to see a giant octopuses head but its just thousands and thousands of miles of tentacles. bright green with pastel green accents. they're slimey and gross, offputting to touch. its a mix of sticky and chalky. the suction from the suction cups can easily pull the organs out of a man.

Webby

yhe most traditional out of them all, think about biblically accurate angels.lots of white feathery wings, but also many spidery legs. its a mix of biblically accurate angels and spiders if you get me.

Blinky

not really corporeal i think. hes the pattern of clouds yoy swear looks like an eye. hes the stranger on a bus you thought was looking at you. hes the racoon on the sidewalk that has one too many eyes, but as for a more easily seeable form hed just transform into his human body.

Tinky

the kinda shit youd see in an indie horror game. a rotting deers skeleton covered with bloody yellow fur, except for the bloody skull still reeking of remains. he stands straight up like a human, except unnaturally tall at ~8’9 or something ridiculous. hes the monster you swear was chasing you down the hallway when you turned the ligjts off

Pokey

animate joy/despair theatre masks that cry blue goop. need i say more. they can also speak with a very haunting robotic voice thats also somehow very well spoken and loud and convincing. d

Nibbly

a giant one of those wind up teeth chattering toys thats it

[danepopfrippery]

Sunrise Sunset Leak Summary

MY...GOD.

We open with Dadszlo wondering wtf is up with his surly teenager. He tries to tell Colin to pick up his toys etc and Colin sasses him and leaves his headphones on.

We see Dadszlo and Guillermom having tea discussing the puberty issue, and Nandor playing a book reader, barely partaking in whats going on. We see Laszlo having playdates for Colin and comforting him when a kid broke the rules...but hes like a full grown man acting like a kid lol. Guillermo tries to teach him how to play baseball to no avail.

Our opening credits are Dadszlo melancholy singing Sunrise Sunset while watching his angry teen son. We see a bunch of pics of him and baby Colin from the past year incl formal portrait shots and everything and my heart literally broke.

At the club nothing has gone well. They tried vampire rap battles but vampires are too volatile, improv group but vampires dont get improv ‘cuz its not funny’, bachelorette parties, horror house tours (with a human remarking the sire is just a cheap costume off amazon) and finally basically vampire chuck e cheese.

Back at home Nandor says they cant talk to Colin cuz they arent speaking the jive, the slang kids respond to. He goes to try this, finding Colin bashing in the basement (Laszlo calls it his healthy angry release) and he humors Nandor but makes the jerk off motion when he turns around to leave.

Back at the club PT Barnum is there and Nadja is like I am pretty sure hes dead. Guide is like nah hes a vampire...then its revealed they have the 2nd largest collection of human souls in the US (translator cut off at who has the 1st). The souls dissolve back into the bottles after 24hrs and the Guide has learned how to revive them for that time with witchcraft. So of course they decide to reviva Scott Joplin inventor of ragtime (who they fan girl over).

Back at home Colin is in trouble...he stole Sean’s car. And hes sassing his parents. Sean is trying to help and its just pure screaming. Sean says they should duke it out, Guillermo says fuck no thats the worst idea. Colin apologizes and says maybe he can help Sean drag his car out of the pound. As they leave his eyes glow and his parents realize yeah hes an energy vampire again and Laszlo will have to tell him.

Back the club Scott is playing while the girls plan, they think about bringing back Diamond Jim Brady before concluding they could revive people from history and host it as a one off night. It...doesnt go great. Most of the people Nadja picked dont speak english and no one showed up anyway.

Back at home Laszlo tells Colin and Colin is like why didnt you tell me before? Laszlo’s explanation while saying how great he is is that he didnt want to limit Colin. Colin says god dammit and Laszlo winces. He starts saying God and Christ til Laszlo is writhing and runs from the room upset.

Meanwhile Guillermo is realizing since hes almost grown and Nandor made his bf run off with his clone hes basically an empty nester. Nothing ever gets better but it never changes. He’ll always have something to do but it’ll be like being a hamster in a wheel, you never get any farther along.

Guillermo checks in on Nandor after literally giving up on cleaning. Asks if hes okay cuz hes been kinda quiet lately. Nandor is still reading. He says yeah Im kinda glad for the loneliness, the quiet time after dealing with Mawra. And Guillermo is like so you just wanted the wedding and now your done you dont care if anything ever changes? Nandor is like I dont have time to look back lol. Years pass no biggy. Guillermo is like then what then? Nandor says well you’ve noticed I’ve gotten back to my reading. For how long? Oh 15-20 years we’ll see.

After Nadja’s second history night bombs (Guillermo listening 11 times made them .06 cents lol) She puts the wraiths on a bus for universal orlando for a ‘vacation’ (minions?) and then sets the club on fire...only to find out later that the actual club didnt burn cuz the blood sprinklers finally worked but her OFFICE WITH HER MONEY DID. She blames this on blood liquor.

Meanwhile Colin  got back to hammering and found a box. The box had a slide. The slide led to 4 spots on the wall that when hit reveal a hidden closet and archive. They of course end that on a fart noise. When we see him next hes full fledged adult baldy colin.

He acts like nothing is amiss and the whole fam is shocked. Nandor asks is that really him? Colin is like um yeah why? Laszlo asks does he remember speaking/singing in a childish voice at the wedding etc. He takes that to mean Sean’s pillow sale party and does the Jar Jar voice. Colin unaware of what the fuck has gone on says he’ll pay to restore the wall he busted out and anything else that needs done (they have over half a mil in the bank).

Colin brings in contractors and tells them what to do. He asks Laszlo what to do with the race car bed. Laszlo says it was yours dont u remember? Colin says no Ive never slept in a racecar bed in my life. Laszlo says dont u remember the last year? Me singing while looking at your baby pictures? How I raised you? Nope he just remembers his funny tummy at the birthday party and then now. Laszlo seems devastated but tries not to show it.

The ep ends with Guillermo taking his money duffel bag (he never revealed to Nadja) and offering it to Derrick to turn him into a vampire cuz if he doesnt change something nothing will. The way he talks (could be jammed with the translator) he seems to be acting like he will not come back cuz he tells the crew they can use his room for storage if they want to. He leaves at daylight so none of the vampires know. After asking Derrick it cuts the end. Finished with the entire group singing Sunrise Sunset over the credits.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows

[whumpshaped]

I'm probably super late & no pressure to respond but I want to share a scar story! (Maybe it can inspire writers who want to read a firsthand experience about some OUCHITY OUCH pain.)

I have a tiny straight line of a scar along the nail of my big toe. But the interesting bit is just, the painful part tbh. It's wild but might be squick. So again, no need to respond or read it all. Bail if it gets too squick. Nothing life threatening or gorey, just big ouchers.

(CW: I had a Matrixectomy/partial nail removal. But he forgot the local anesthetic.)

I was like 14 yrs old and had a really infected spot on my toe where my nail had become ingrown that kept getting infected again if I stubbed my toe etc. so my mom took me to a medical clinic & they performed a Matrixectomy. But without a local anesthetic.

So it's one nurse, one doctor guy and my mom. He just gets right to it after all of the tools are brought out and was pushing teeny mini scissors/cutters into the infected skin area that was really tender and painful by just barely walking on it, cutting a straight line on my nail to the base of the nail to remove the problem area. With No injection for numbing. I was like a 90lb stickboy of a beanpole but my mom had to help the nurse hold my legs down bc it was so hard to stay still and not roll around in pain. I tried not to cry too much and didn't scream bloody murder because I didn't want to inconvenience the doctor or freak my mom out but that shit HURT. Then he applied the acid with a q-tip or something that scars the area so the nail in that section doesn't grow back. That also hurt.

Once it was over I sat up and nearly passed out so they had to make me lay back down, & brought me a wet towel for my forehead. Once I was good to get up we walk out the door to pay or whatever, idr, I just know I almost passed out in the hall on the way to the counter, and then one more time in the parking lot before I got in the car to go home. The gauze was so tight my toe was throbbing, I was literally just writhing in pain on my mom's bed for 1 or 2 hrs till I loosened the wrapping and the pain finally went down enough that I could sleep it off with an Ibuprofen.

A couple weeks later the nail still curled into my skin and got infected again. 🫠 I nearly cried when I saw the pus it was gross and I didn't want to go through the procedure again, I was an anxious wreck over it. We go to another clinic, get told the first guy did it wrong/incorrectly somehow, then get directed to a podiatrist to fix it for real this time.

That podiatrist was the nicest doctor in the world. When the nurse brought out the tray with the tools right before they were going to start my eyeballs took one look at the instruments and just WEPT without my say-so. It didn't even feel like crying. It just felt like water coming out of my eyeballs without my consent. They were so understanding about it. 😭 I felt like I was being a big fat wuss, or a crybaby. But I was scared. "Sorry. I'm good. It just really hurt last time." And they'd heard the story so they knew so I was gonna trust them to NOT do that they reassured both my mom and I they'd make sure it didn't hurt.

Then he injected the local anesthesia to numb my toe and get to work. All I felt was him vaguely pushing my toe around for a better angle and a little bit of pressure and then bam. It was over and done. 0 pain whatsoever. It was fuckin INCREDIBLE. 20/10 experience.

IDK why that first guy kept going when the patient was clearly in so much pain or distressed he had to be held down. I was like 14. >:( But it makes for a good story to tell.

& that's my traumatic scar horror story of the smallest scar I have. :D

THATS INSANE. SOME DOCTORS ARE SO DUMB AND SHOULD NOT BE PRACTISING. also yeah i know abt this procedure bc .. i obsessively watch videos w it.. dont even. dont even say anything. i know. i know.

im soooo sorry u went thru that shit thats so bad. but im glad it got fixed later.

#i had smth cut out of my foot when i was younger that idk the name of in english but i can confirm the local anaesthesia part #it rly does numb the area #but the needle was fucking huge my mom said she was waiting for it to just go thru my entire toe and come out the other side lmfao #anyway i also didnt make a sound bc i was afraid of inconveniencing the doctor #i do that w every doctor ever #im a horrible patient #they tell me 'hey let me know if it hurts' and im like ok :D and then stay silent. so silent. #im just so afraid of being a nuisance #ANYWAY #asks #scar stories and gore stories

[feline-evil]

I would love to here you info dump about your ocs if you want to?

Grinning evily, I SHALL DO SO!

So ik its been a while since i've really drawn or talked about my boys but a refresher for everyone is i have an OC universe/story loosely titled Flesh and Bone with is a The Thing inspired story featuring my Oc's Clay, Damien and Jack! All three work on a shady arctic base run by an evil corp unbeknownst to them, and after a sequence of horrible incidence and creature attacks Clay is 'killed' only to come back as! Some sort of slopbeast thing monster! He's cool and chill though, not a threat to anyone; hes a wet bag of nerves desperately trying to maintain his shape as the man he was once before, because thats who he is!! It's a story about identity (both in all my main cast being trans men but also in the more metaphorical and subtextual reading of. Clays whole deal lmao) and exploring what that means, and its also about three gay fruits experiencing THE HORRORS!

I have not written it, it's far too big a task rn, but thats the basic idea <3 everyone can always feel free to check the flesh and bone tag or any oc tags (ie oc: damien, oc: clay, oc: jack ect) on my blog to see stuuuuuuff about it!

MORE BELOW THE CUT, LIKE WAY WAY MORE SO MUCH LMAO, and as always heads up for horror themed when it comes to my lil oc's and their world <3

Lately a lot of what i've been thinking about with my oc's has been the physical changes that happen throughout the time they spend trapped in that research base, because they are there for a LONG time they do look different than they do at the start! Obviously there's the general stuff like Damien's hair growing long and the roots showing, Clay's facial hair getting scruffy and his hair getting long and unruly too, jack cutting all his long hair off (too dangerous to wield a flamethrower frequently with all that hair in the way in his learned opinion); but then there's the more physical side of going through this really tough time too, more than just aesthetic changes like hair and clothing changes. The most obvious is yes, Clay IS just a writhing mass of meat that replicates the appearance he wants to be seen as; yes including his clothes his scarf has a heartbeat don't worry about it. But then there's stuff that's not Whatever the hell Clay's deal is; Jack loses a leg, they all gain a multitude of new scars, this is a long, tough situation to survive and none of them are untouched by this- but thats part of the point! You can go through traumatic stuff and you can make it through, it might change you, it might change stuff about you, sometimes in ways you cant undo, but you can still make it through!! And you can still be loved as you rightfully deserved, and you can live a long happy peaceful life!! Thats a big part of the heart of *waves hands* what i am doing in my head with my oc's.

When i can draw for longer periods again i'd like to make reference sheets with 3 views of each character on each, a before, during, and after.

Another thing i've been thinking of lately is the day comes back after 'dying'! And its both horrific and later funny so i like it a lot.

So. Thing style monster drags him away screaming from the base, he is torn to shreds, the last person to see him alive is Damien and he watches that thing tear him *apart*. Everyones pretty certain he's very dead.

Days pass.

Then Clay wakes up in a hollowed out ice cave, one thats been melted into this larger open space by the pile of dead flesh and meat that has been dumped inside it, the pile that he has also been dumped in. It reeks, its horrific, he has to climb and clamber his way to the top in a state of abject disgust and horror; he doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't remember anything past that thing getting a hold of him. (Unbeknownst to him he IS that thing but he'll figure that out later, he kind of does know that to an extent but not on any conscious level nor is he willing to accept it to much later, boys in denial. When it killed him and ate his flesh for some reason it fucked the beast up and fully replaced whatever it was before with his memories and consciousness so this is him now, the body he had before is gone, this is Clay now)

The only way out of this cave is a very narrow passage leading up, he starts to try and crawl in. Too tight, he doesn't fit. He keeps trying and trying in sobbing desperation until....he.....does fit. Shoulders give way, he slides in, this gap too small to rightfully fit his head through he is somehow now fitting through. He's going to pretend he isn't, he's not a stupid man but he fully cannot cope with comprehending his body moving as if boneless right now, his brain cannot cope nor begin to even parse the possibility that he is morphing like slimy slipper meatgoop to fit through here. He escapes, collapses out there on the ice for a bit miles from the base. He cries for a bit. Repeats in his head over and over that that hole was big enough for him, it was normal, he crawled normally, it was normal and fine. And then he eventually starts walking through freezing winds and blizzards in the direction he hopes the base is.

NOT FUNNY YET I KNOW, BARE WITH ME. ITS THE NEXT BIT OK

Clay reaches the base eventually and climbs through a window, enters the currently empty dining hall. He's back! He is. So so mentally checked out and traumatised and FUCKED from his experience that all he can think to do is just....go back to normal, pretend it never happened. He sits down. Pours himself a coffee in his favourite mug.

Footsteps echo closer, people are coming.....

jack and Damien walk in and freeze. They stare at Clay.

Clay stares at them.

'H-hey!' He says, waving over, 'you uh! You guys are up early!'

DAMIEN GRABS JACKS ARM, GET THE FLAMETHROWER HE SAYS

CLAY GOES OOP!!!!!

(Art of this moment memorialised forever by my beloved boyfriend @subsequentibis btw!!)

AND CLAY THEN SCHWOOPS LIKE LIQUIDY MEAT UP INTO A CEILING VENT AND REASSURES HIMSELF THAT THE GRATE WAS DEFINITELY OFF THE VENT AND HE DIDNT JUST FIT THROUGH TINY TINY HOLES ITS FINE ITS NORMAL ITS FINE ITS FINE, AND HIDES IN THE VENTS FOR A BIT. LMAO, LOVE MY SILLY COMEDY BIT

#jay talkin #flesh and bone #oc: clay #oc: damien #oc: jack #tag for answerin asks

[saintadeline]

I sent you this question about doctor in clinic of Bloodborne. Thanks for the answer! I was very nervous about it but I'm relieved. I've learned a few more things on this issue since yesterday after I did a post and someone also answered. There was evidence that, and doctor also, was Vileblood, what sounded very curiously. I'm now convinced on this theory too, at the same time I don't believe she was pregnant anymore. I forgot to say this in a previous ask that I thought that she described writhing and Oedon Writhe. But I am not confident anymore .Bloodborne has many horrible things happen with women, like just you wrote. Looks like because every Great One loses its child and years for surrogate, they use human bodies like factory. I understood your mind that another female character can just have more autonomy without being removed from this, at the same time I understood some fans just think that because false doctor can be Vileblood, it makes Oedon assault her too. I noticed that some people fuel even more horror to a story when it's already the most dark thing that isn't limited to be against women. It is such awesome idea to uplift the doctor instead of damning her too, like everyone else. We always notice that no one can have a happy ending, but we can change it with how we choose to interpret the story. It's all in the eyes of the beholder. I'd like to make a separate post on this that comes from different angle than saying someone is misogynistic, but I'm not even too familiar with using English language yet. There is no way to come to a complete agreement with sides, because different people want different things to write. So I think that some people here not hold ill intention to make one more female character reduced to just surrogated mother, but they want even more horror. Everything else in the post that you wrote was easy to understand and I had no more questions! Looks like everyone agrees that nobody wants to be evil and simply thought of what is better for the story and I love to see this in the fandom.

Yeah i definitely understand what you mean! In the end, bloodborne and fromsoft in general are games about coming to your own conclusions and thats part of what's so great about them. I think we can be mindful of what we theorize could mean in a narrative context while still being able to form our own takes on the lore. Also yeah agreed on the "vileblood"/cainhurst thing, without getting too much into it right now because this isnt my theory post LOL but i definitely think their relation to it added to their role and storyline in regards to oedon, it's really interesting to think about. I feel like i should clarify i dont necessarily want to accuse people of being outright misogynistic when theyre making that sort of theories! We all can unwillingly participate in misogyny that way without wanting to, because so much of it is internalized, and im not immune from that happening/having happened to me as well

Also your english is great !! Thank you for taking the time to write this and talk about it with me i really appreciate that :)

#long post #idk what else to say but yeah...

[roughentumble]

ok so the premise goes like this

geralt puts some mushrooms in his stew one night, jaskier eats it, gets a horrible stomach ache, is up all night puking.

geralt didnt mean to, ofc, but he stays up all night caring for jaskier, and he's so soft and sweet and pliant and needy, he needs geralt, seeks out his love and affection, finds comfort in him. something about the mushrooms, when he vomits it smells sickly-sweet, and all night his skin is pale in the moonlight but his cheeks are flushed, his eyes are dewy, he-- he looks gorgeous.

it sortve breaks something, in geralt's brain, to be so thoroughly needed and comforting to someone so beautiful. it's... unforgivable, evil, to take advantage of jaskier like that, he knows it is. yet still, he files away what the mushroom looked like, what its side effects are, looks it up in books about herbology. too many stomach aches lead to ulcers, too much vomiting bad for the teeth and the throat, vomit too long and you get dehydrated-- but surely... just once or twice a year, well..... thats normal. that's a normal amount to be ill, perhaps.

he stays away from effects bad enough to induce vomiting. it's too extreme, too dangerous, and not the part he's looking for anyway. just enough to ache, enough to cause upset that needs to be soothed and rubbed away. for years, he keeps it up, one night each year. and jaskier curses himself, and his constitution, writhing in pain, but he bares his stomach to geralt willingly, and it nearly makes geralt dizzy, because jaskier TRUSTS him. geralt reaches a hand down, rubbing and soothing the cramped, aching muscles, and jaskier relaxes at his touch, looks at him and doesnt see a threat, sees a protector. and not just a protector, but a comfort. he gets a look in his eye, sometimes, that geralt cant identify. but then he curls a little closer, and geralt pets his hair in comfort, and his shoulders ease as the last bits of pain and tension melt away. geralt cant ask about it without revealing the game, so he doesnt.

eventually, he invites jaskier to kaer morhen, and moves over to the Event happening exclusively within castle walls. it's safest there, after all, and there's always a warm bed for jaskier to get cuddled in. jaskier's comfort in his discomfort is key. he doesnt have to worry about his fellow witchers finding out either, because jaskier blames his constitution at this point, and geralt (and therefore the other witchers) are able to eat the mushrooms with no ill effect. it seems perfect.

jaskier finds out, eventually. up in kaer morhen, safe for the season but also stuck, trapped together. (there hadnt been opportunities that year to subtly slip anything into the food when geralt was on cooking duty. they were coming up on spring, running out of time, so instead of just waiting, geralt decides to reheat some leftover soup in their room, in the fireplace, use the excuse of a midnight snack of sorts. jaskier sees him slipping in the mushrooms, and somehow, after all these years, recognizes it. it feels like there's a lead weight in geralt's stomach as jaskier puts the pieces together, eyes wide with rage and horror. "every year-- every year i get sick." he says, like everything suddenly makes sense-- probably because it does.) incandescent with fury, he demands to know why geralt would poison him. geralt isnt forthcoming with excuses, but when he's pushed he breaks down, says its inexcusable, says he knows what he did was bad(to say the least), but that he did it because jaskier needed him. he was beautiful and sweet and needed him. "i wanted to-- to hold you. to comfort you. in the sickest, most twisted way possible, i- i wanted to... i dont know... nurse you back to health."

jaskier's hands are shaking. "you-- you... what, wanted me to... to get better? be ill so you could fix me?" geralt shrugs. his eyes are trained on the floor. he's crossed so many lines he doesnt know where to even begin listing them, knows they'll part ways in the spring and never see each other again, is about to promise to stay as far away as he can while theyre trapped in the keep, when--

jaskier, after pacing back and forth endlessly, fury slowly melting away to some sort of grim resolve, sits down in front of the hearth, and pours himself a bowl. geralt shouts, to stop him, but jaskier tells him to shut up, and he does. jaskier starts the bowl, then finishes it. asks if another bowl would be safe, and geralt quietly responds that yes, its safe, he'll just be sore for longer, and he nods(apparently satisfied) and pours himself a half-bowl, finishes that too. geralt is too mystified to speak up for a long while, until he finally asks "you arent... mad?"

"oh i am." jaskier assures him. gets up, walks across the room, sets himself down in geralt's lap. but not sexy, exactly-- he sits sideways, curls his knees up to his chest to snuggle in close. "extremely mad. you're going to have to do a lot to make it up to me-- especially when im extra sore tomorrow... perhaps even help me with a bath." geralt sucks in a shocked breath, and jaskier nuzzles up under his chin.

"did i ever tell you much about my childhood?" geralt shakes his head, and jaskier starts playing with the material of his shirt. "my mother didnt really raise me. i was mostly handed off to a wet nurse. but i-- they werent... good at keeping help. high turnover rate. so i had more than one over the years, never really... got to get properly attached... and i-- i remember, when i was very little, i would get sick and i would want my mother-- i'd ask for my mother-- but she'd never come."

he sniffles a bit. clings to geralt's shirt. "you're going to have to do so much to make up for this. you're going to dote on me, and comfort me, and-- and--" his voice gets very small, and very sad, a frightened, trembling thing-- "and you wont leave me, will you?" he asks, and geralt makes a noise in the back of his throat, wraps his arms around jaskier and holds him tight, and jaskier relaxes in his grip.

"we're talking about this tomorrow. a very, very big, ongoing, gigantic conversation. but... but for now... well. we always have a fun night before the aching starts, so i want to spend my night how i normally do."

just to sate his own curiosity, he does eventually ask geralt about it, and geralt explains why only once a year, how he decided on dosing, what side effects he looks out for, explains about ulcers and throats and teeth. and jaskier sinks into his grip, inexplicably enamored with this odd, violating conversation. "wow, you really put a lot of thought into this, hmm? you know, there are some sick, twisted people out there who wouldnt have been able to resist. they wouldve made me sicker and sicker, never wouldve given a thought to any lasting consequences..." he's tracing little hearts on geralt's chest as he speaks.

"never," geralt says vehemently, "never. you have to get better, i would never permanently hurt you. i have to fix you, comfort you, not destroy you."

"my sweet geralt-- you know just how to care for me, dont you?" he says, and it practically makes geralt moan. jaskier smiles like the cat who caught the canary.

turns out theyre both fucked up in similar ways-- geralt needs to be needed, needs to be the source of someone's comfort, needs opportunities to be caring and gentle and attentive. and jaskier needs to be the center of attention, needs to be loved on, needs to be given comfort, needs someone to need. there's an element of control, too, sortve. geralt decides when it happens, how bad it is, and he tries hard not to abuse that now he's been given permission(though how much of an excuse is that, considering how the game started?). he fiddles with the recipe to see what works best, pays close attention to jaskier's schedule to make sure there are never conflicts. geralt's the one who makes him feel better, after all. you've got to trust your doctor. total trust

its weird, and fucked up, and once they agree on terms(jaskier insisted on negotiations that geralt agrees to instantly. terrified of losing jaskier, of paying in his eyes the ultimate price for his crimes. he was moments from sinking to his knees and pleading forgiveness when jaskier had prevented that by sinking into his lap.) jaskier gives himself over to it, never fights it, lets himself be forced into illness and bedrest, revels in geralt's big, gentle hands soothing his aches, love so sweet and reassuring and unconditional that eventually in his worst nightmares he finds he doesnt reach for his mother-- he reaches for geralt.

and when he admits this, he can see in geralt's eyes theres this wild, crazy spark, something about being that important. its heady

its maybe not Right, but they figure it out together

#warnings for..... i dont know. #unhealthy relationships? poisoning? mommy issues? #its all a big game of power and control and comfort #i dont think i portray it well but its fun in my head #witcher tag #ogc tag #anyway 👉👈 here it is. i like thinking abt it i think its fun

[inc0gnit0-m0de]

Egg hatching story rough copy (small adharan ship invade California, gets raided by soldiers and loses like 20 something eggs) (Town that protag lives in is clled Blythe its on the cali-arizona border)(futuristic 1930’s setting where the gret depression happens 2004)“Look what i got at work hun!” Damn. Lucia groaned inwardly at her husbands voice as she straightened in her chair, her leg ached.. The dolt was always bringing home odd trinkets that while looking interesting or pleasing,were often dangerous. The loud tap-tap-tap of footsteps sounded at her door before being swung open. And a large milky colored orb was shoved into her view, Lucia fought the urge to glower at the exuberant man before her. “what  did you bring home this time Todd?”“A jewel or somethin’, i think thats what ‘boss said anyways” He bounced the sphere in his palms. she pinched the bridge of her nose and tilted her head back, causing long auburn wisps to fall away from her face.This ‘jewel’ was clearly an egg of some sort.It looked like it was laid by a barn owl, if a bit large and transparent-looking.“ Todd where did you get this ‘jewel’?” He handed her the egg as he spoke “ well me n the boss were patrolling and found ‘nother Adharan wreck just inside Cali borders.Had all these white jewels inside of it“  Lucia mm-hmm’d as she absentmindedly prodding at the egg, must be adharan then. “I picked this one cuz it was the biggest,” she couldnt hear him outside of the observational monologue in her head.Todd fidgeted during the pause, “ jus’ thought id get a pretty thing for my pretty lady”. The taller woman snapped to attention in time to tell todd that he did a good job and whatnot, she liked todd of course but he was a bit scatterbrained when it came to random objects beyond the skyline.{timeskip mayhaps idk}The orb filled with white fire pulsated and squirmed, just itching at the opportunity to be released from its hazy prison.Lucia’s eyes, often glazed over with utter unconcern, were alive with a calculated mischief.in her boredom with house-wifery Lucia had chosen to incubate the spawn of her peoples greatest enemy,on Terra,in her house,on the shag carpet.It had to be a crime, a felony of unimaginable extent,that carpet was pretty expensive.But Lucia didn’t care. She was tired of the same dreaded, monotonous routine that she had been dutifully following like the good little housewife that she was.     The good little wife that she had been.Lucia wanted to raise one to these insectoid beasts, just to see what chaos she could create. Spurred on by some unknown force,the egg burst open with a squelch. Lucia would have gagged had she cared.High pitched scraping sound greeted her. she grimaced as a fat grub rolled across the carpet onto hardwood.It wriggled and endulated,it looked mostly the same as the egg. just oblong and with a pair of snapping mandibles that clicked continously.Lucia studied the larvae curiously, she eyes flickered to the corkboad with pinned bugs and arthropods.  The board had a section for hornets, brood included.Lucia smiled, she remembered the days when she would blowoff etteqiuette classes to hunt down hornet nests. She would become trancelike, she wouldnt destroy them like the other children, no,she would sit politely and just, watch.The uniformity mesmerized her, not a single wing nor antennae was out of line. Every single hornet in that hive knew their job and were content with it.Lucia jolted  as the clicking, writhing larvae found its way to her chair and dragged its jaws against her wooden leg. Had she been another woman, she woud have probably screamed in abject horror, but lucia didnt see this gesture as a threat or danger. Her work in the field so many years ago had taught her that this grub was just hungry and was telling her so in the perfect, matter-of-fact way that insects always did.Lucia reached for the cute littleporcelain bowl beside her, a wedding gift from todd’s sister i think. She took a spoon and scooped up a viscous glob of protein powder and various ground up animal bits.“If its gonna grow big it will have to eat as such.” Lucia mumbled to no one in particular.\{timeskip part 2}{ perspective change???}Todd hummed a tune he didnt remember the words to as he changed out of his uniform.He was getting ready to go home after a long shift, lost in his thoughts of nothingness.“Man those adherans are more tenacious than a coon going after a crawdad!” it was his fellow recruits chattering.“Jared of course they are theyre invaders for a reason,and I know you didnt have that stupid accent an hour ago” Todd chuckled as Second-Liutenant McReady smacked Jared on the bck of his head lightly.“You jus cant stand fun ‘round here can ya Nic? You allergic to it or somethin’?” Jared griped in a voice similar to an italian mob-boss as they walked away,bickering becoming quieter but Jared’s over-the-top accents becoming sillier.Instead of catching up with Jared and Nic, Todd hurried to pack up so he could get home to his pregnant wife.{perspective change yet again-}“Yep, i uh, gave birth right at home” Lucia avoided eye contact with Todd, she had wanted to see how far she could go with this little experiment,and pretended to be pregnant while the egg went unhatched.She forgot to include her lack of lying ability as a variable in her calculations.Todd looked at her,then at the baby-sized larvae in his arms,then at her,back at the bug with no expression. Cold sweat beaded at Lucia’s brow, feeling very stupid she was tempted to come clean-The grub wiggled at Lucia in a manner that could only be described as laughing.damn bug.“well , uh, look I-” Her uncomfortable attempt at being honest was cut short as Todd’s face broke out into the single most excited smile on Terra,”He’s got your eyes!”“Wh- Uh yes ‘he’ sure does!” The thin lady quietly huffed a sigh of relief,“Why did you air quote “he”-” Todd began, Lucia quickly snatched up the larvae and wrapped it in a fluffy blanket.The bug spawn gurgled ungratefully.“Dont you have any manners? I just gave birth to a gru- child,i meant child” Todd quickly backed down sheepishly. “Ah uh go rest then ill take care of dinner” he was most certainly going to burn water, but it the thought that counts. After some time and once Lucia was certain her husband was clueless she allowed him to feed the squirming bug.”Soo.. Whats his name? Cuz i was thinkin’ something like Toddlleton or toddy,its like Teddy but i added-” She stuck out her index finger to shush him, she hadnt thought this far ahead, but she sure as hell wasnt going to name her larvae ‘Toddy’. “Uhm..” her eyes anded on her framed copy of Solstice Daily, dated on her birthday, “S-Sol?”{timeskip, Sol’s perspective)“Theres my boy!all ready for his first day of senior year! :D” Sol was yanked into a big bear hug from jis father, “clkclk chhk wubwok” Sol chittered in annoyance, Todd relented and put him down. Lucia glanced over her coffee mug at the two, mostly indisbelief, she had kept this ruse goin for 17 and a half years now. Sol was almost six feet tall now, half a foot taller than his ‘father’, large insectoid eyes protruded from his triangularly angled head, long antennae drooped downwards animatedly and he continued clicking. He had two sets of arms for the love of Moth Jesus. Lucia pondered her next lies.Sol trudged towards Blythe Highschool, anxiously jostling his backpack.He was just barely walking through a little forested shortcut when he heard the clicking and rustling from the bushes, {oh no, what if its an Adharan? Im too pretty to die!!} Sol panic clicked rapidly as the ruslting grew louder. Throwing up his arms in defense of his face, Sol awaited imminent demise.…Nothing happened, for two, maybe three seconds.{what.what are you doing in broad daylight?? Are you trying to get killed?} a new chittering noise interuppted Sol’s dramatic death scenario, a very irritated one at that. Sol lowered his arms just enough to peek at the newcomer, but, he couldnt see anything?? {Where are you? I cant see-} Sol gasped {Are you invisible? A ghost?!} A heavy and disgruntled sigh was heard before a chitinous black hand was waved in his face,causeing him to jump. {no im just short, cool it with the screeching beanstalk} 

#forgot to post this but it's rlly good!! - lem tag

[surfacage]

who's that pokemon!

#pokemon #slinks in here #is this the fractional dave? we just dont know #not pictured: go screaming #aww its cute #candela you think spark is cute you are not trustworthy #oh darling are you jealous? i think you're cute to #you are not comparing me to that thing #blanche sweetheart youre blushing #thats HORROR look at it it is WRITHING #it's just saying hi #WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

[notahorseindisguise]

ive actually had a good grasp on the concept of cosmic horror since i was a child.

i once had a dream where i was in a blank, empty, dark void. there was nothing anywhere, expcept for one thing. it was about 10 paces ahead of me. i cant picture what it looked like, but im sure if i saw it in a drawing or something, i could point it out.

ill try my best to describe it: it was a mass of long, endlessly long, deep, red tendrils. they werent static, they were sort of, pulsing a little bit, but it was barely noticable (i only noticed because i saw it many times - ill get to it later). not only that, but they were crawling over each other, as though in a hurry to get somewhere else in that pile. those bloody tendrils just, get squirming over each other, but the pile never moved. i think, looking back at it, it may have only been one long limb, writhing and squirming all over itself, but of course, ill never be sure.

at some point in the pile, around the middle, the limbs started to go up. like, they went up, and came to a head to support an eyeball. an eyeball bigger than my head. it was white, but bloodshot. veins were visible in it.

now, when i say the eye was white, i dont just mean it was white around the edges of it. i mean the eye was fully white. pure white, with the red arteries obviously just below the surface of the eye. it wasnt always like that, actually. one day, a couple months later i came back, it had a pupil and an iris and everything. at that point i wish it actually didnt have that, and it was back to just the white eye, because, i don't know how to explain it, but i know for a FACT that it had my eye. that was MY EYEBALL jammed haphazardly inside its, for lack of a better word, "face". my eyeball. that always creeped me out.

something you need to know about me: i have aphantasia. i cant picture things in my brain, like, at all. so most of my dreams are pretty boring, without detailed imagery.

something else you need to know about me: these dreams were different. they were super detailed. i felt like i was there. i could remember them vividly. i still cant picture what happened in the dream cause aphantasia, but i remember it being so much more vivid a dream than any id ever had - or ever would, honestly. so i can describe it pretty well.

how is this cosmic horror? well, let me explain the contents of this dream. i was standing there, a bit in front of this creature, looking at it while it looked back at me. i didnt say anything. neither did it. eventually i tried to walk backwards, but the thing just followed me. i didnt see it move at all though. i tried to turn around so i could run away, but it just stayed directly in the same place in my view. but it didnt move. it was like - you know when you look in a light too long, and you see the little dark specs? but since they are in your eye, rather than being an actual object, they stay in the same position of your view no matter where you look. idk if i explained that well, but thats what it was like. it always stayed in the same place.

thats not true actually. the first time i had the dream, i took a step towards it, expecting it to move back. suddenly it was 9 paces away. it didnt have a mouth, but i knew it was smiling, and despite my terror, i was smiling too. i didnt want to smile, i dont know why i was smiling. next time i had the dream, it was still only 9 paces away. i decided to never do it again. until 3 or so months had gone by, and i started feeling comfortable in this landscape, probably too comfortable. i took another step towards it. for the rest of the time i had that dream, i was only about 8 paces away from it... thats, thats actually around the same time it got the eye, i think.

this dream, as ive alluded to, wasnt just a one time thing. it was a terrible recurring nightmare that i had every couple of days for ages. i havent thought about it in ages, im honestly worried that bringing it up might make me have the dream again.

around the 3rd time i had it, my habit was just to stand still and wait for it to be over. got in a few staring contests with it (it didnt have eyelids - it won). but eventually i decided to say something. "what are you?" i called out to it, honestly, scared of how hoarse my voice turned out to be.

it didnt have a mouth, so i thought either it wouldnt respond, or itd do that thing from books where it speaks directly to my mind. it didnt though. its voice definitely came from it, although i don't know where. its voice sounded like, well, just a persons voice. i dont know what the voice was. didnt, anyway. this is the most ive thought about this dream in ages, and now im thinking about it, it was my voice. not my squeely 5 year old voice, the voice i have right now, or maybe a little deeper, as though it matured. it took its voice from me as an adult.

"what are you?" i asked.

"a dream." it said. it laughed. "...by choice."

i didn't talk to it more that night.

the next time i tried to talk to it, i dont know when it was, i asked "what do you mean?" i was asking what it meant by being a dream by choice. i thought maybe i was being too cryptic, but somehow it knew what i was referring to.

"i could get out, if i wanted. but this is more fun." it said. that terrified me more than anything. i knew this being was capable of entering my real world, even though it knows it doesnt exist in the real world. it had that power, its just toying me.

the last time i tried to talk to it, i asked "what do you want?"

it laughed. "come here, and ill show you."

despite that kind invitation, it already had what i now know is my voice, and my eye, so i did not walk any closer.

i dont know if it had a name, i never asked, but i remember giving it a name. i wanted to think of a name that embodied how bad it was, just the pure evil energy coming off it. but nothing i thought of had the right evil energy. i know its not creative, but i called it "Evil". i dont know, it seemed to work. i just couldnt think of anything worse than it. i didnt think that i named it after the concept of evil, i thought the concept of evil was named after it.

i think thats all the information i need to give. it really scared me as a kid. i had this dream for ages. i dont know if Evil was a demon or what, if it actually existed, but that didnt matter, because i imagined it with the power to break out of dreams, which means it could if it wanted to.

my main fear in posting this is that, maybe now it'll be in your dreams. and im so sorry.

#corntent #sorry i know this is long but read it #i promise 100% this was a real recurring dream i had #diagnose me with liar or with tma wannabe if you want but this is a real dream i had. #unreality #tw unreality #cosmic horror #dream

[dreamsclock]

Uve heard of Tommy getting wings while in Pandora, now, bc of thr Syndicate Discord talking about Crying Obsidian being Obsi thats leaking power, Ender Dragon Dream being unable to contain his form OR him finally developing into his dragon form (He wishes he was in the weightless, dark, cool void so the raging fire in his muscles would barely noticeable amongst the inky world, with his mom by his side watching her lil egg boi hatch and able to help. He almost cries thinking about how she might not recognize him after this, but he already cried out his tears from the pain) also Dream being to weak to move let along build up wing strength n shit n when Sam comes to actually check on him (beat his ass)//send a visitor in there's just a dragon (Perhaps Foolish, curious enough to visit on the way to examine the crimson from others warnings ot spotting the build and realizing with dread their actively destroying their salvation, or Ranboo who could sense the dragons distress and was unable to stay away. Explains why theirs suddenly so many Endermen around the prison placing annoying blocks n shit)

ENDERDRAGON DREAM MY BELOVED :((( this one is a little shorter than usual and ends weird but hey, enderdragon dream angst pog :D

warnings: pain (and graphic descriptions of pain), body horror, transformation, torture (sort of). please be safe reading this!!

Dream’s shrieks echo throughout the prison, and nobody is around to help.

He doesn’t know where Sam is - that’s a relief, because he doesn’t think he’d survive a visit from him in his current state - and knows Sam won’t allow any visitors while he’s like this, which leaves him alone to deal with this. And it’s fine, he tells himself, for the first couple of hours, before the pain increases from discomfort to pain to agony and leaves Dream collapsed on the floor unable to think clearly, unable to move, unable to do much other than gasp for pained breath after pained breath and scream.

His voice gives out after the fourth hour. The pain doesn’t abate, and so Dream writhes in agony. His wings have already half grown, weak and limp and heavy, but he’s only halfway through the process. Memories of his mother telling him about the transformation filter through his mind slowly, offering little relief from the pain - it lasts ten human hours, she’d told him as an eager child, and I’ll be here looking after you the whole time while it happens. You’ll be in a lot of pain for a few days, but being around the crystals and being home will ease that. 

And then I’ll look like you? He remembers asking her eagerly with a gap-toothed grin.

She’d laughed, scooping him closer. You will. I’ll teach you how to change between forms, and when your wings grow in, I can teach you how to look like me.

He misses her more than ever now. His cries for her go unheard, whispering little pleas that fall on deaf ears, and Dream loses track of how long it’s been. His wings are agonising, pulling on muscle and bone and sinew, and as much as he wants to throw himself into lava to stop the agony even for a moment, he’s terrified of messing up the process or resetting it.

It wouldn’t be permanent death, anyway. It wouldn’t be permanent, no matter how much he wants it to be.

Another spurt of agony sends his body into a spasm, knocks the breath from his lungs, and Dream sobs in blind pain, burying his head in his hands and clenching his hair in a white-knuckled grip. Let it end, he begs silently, let it end let it end let it endendendendend-

Dream’s shrieks echo around the prison, and nobody cares enough to ask why.

#> my asks !! #> enderdragon dream au #tw torture #tw pain #tw agony #tw body horror #tw body gore #(i guess) #tw transformation #-> my friends !! #-> darkikyu

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 7

Day 7 - There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.

Pairing(s): Kid AU! Intrulogical

TWs: Remus being Remus [though not overly so, he’s like, 9 here], some swearing

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Remus Castillo and Logan Smith were two very different children; former was creative and bursting with chaotic energy, while the latter preferred to be more logical, more stable. One studied hard into the night despite his young years, the other decided that a good time was filling a blender with crayons and silly putty to see what would happen. Both attended different schools, lived a good distance apart, and neither of their families knew the other existed.

What could possibly bring together such opposing forces?

If your answer wasn’t being forcibly dragged kicking and screaming from the local museum by security for tampering with the exhibits and screaming about historical theft, then congratulations; you’re most likely still sane.

How did these very different children meet, you ask? 

The story began on a Friday lunchtime - as all good stories often do - when Sanders Elementary and Faraday Academy For Gifted Children both booked their museum visits for the same time slot. Thankfully, the museum staff speculated that they could indeed handle two classes of fourth graders at once - those poor, unfortunate souls - and decided to start both classes off on either sides of the museum with a little overlap.

Logan entered the foyer with his peers, gazing around at the array of trinkets and treasures adorning the space. Though he hungered for knowledge of all kinds, his heart was set on the cosmos, reaching for a copy of the museum’s map when his hand was blocked by another. He recoiled and turned to face the other; a boy with tanned skin as opposed to his own pasty complexion, with wild green eyes that bore into Logan’s own, and a grin like a shark about to snap Logan’s hand up in it’s jaws.

“I call dibs, four eyes!”

Logan huffed, straightening his glasses, “There are plenty of maps to go around, there is no need for rudeness-”

“Why do you talk like you’ve got a stick up your ass?”, the boy asked with no hint of remorse nor shame, “Just talk like a regular kid, jeez!”

Logan was flabbergasted. No one had ever talked to him like that before. Then again, no one ever really talked to him in general. Perhaps that was why his lonely little brain could only think to stammer out, 

“Who ARE you!?”

The boy roared with laughter, “Wow, thats all you have to say!? And they call ME weird!” , he shot a hand out towards Logan’s, not removing the one touching the map, “I’m Remus! What’s your name, frankenstein?”

Logan huffed, “Logan Smith. And you know,”, he began, puffing his chest out proudly as he yanked the map away, “Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster, therefore, you’re not insulting me-”

Without hesitation, Remus leant into Logan’s space and licked the map, causing Logan to jolt back and drop it. Picking up his spoils, Remus chuckled manically, “You look smart but you’re super dumb. Frankenstein IS the monster, dumbass, that’s the whole point.”. Without waiting for Logan’s rebuttal, Remus made his way back to his class, leaving Logan to frustratedly grab another map and return to his class, unaware of the string that formed around his pinky…

The tour was everything Logan had hoped for; an informative romp through space and time, enjoying the sights of the planetarium and a walk through a tunnel lined with geodes. And yet, all Logan could think about was that stupid boy who stole HIS map. Hmph! How dare Remus call him stupid! Whatever, at least they would stop soon to have lunch in the Polar Exhibit and he wouldn’t have to think about- 

Oh god dammit.

As they entered the wide circular room, he laid eyes on the boy from before pretending to have gotten his tongue stuck to the giant fake iceberg in the centre of the room. Cheering him on was a gaggle of other children while their teacher seemed more content to just eat his own lunch and try to pretend it wasn’t his problem. Logan huffily stormed over to the nearest empty seat and popped open his Big Hero Six lunchbox, ready to moodily munch his jelly sandwiches when a painfully familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“We meet again, professor!”

Great.

“Remus.”, Logan hissed, though he tried to maintain composure, “A pleasure, I’m sure but I must be-”

“- crazy to run away from your soulmate?”, Remus finished, leaving Logan, once again, speechless.

“E-Excuse me!?”

“Check your pinkie, dingus.”

Logan checked and finally noticed the string, and to his horror, the end of it that tied itself around Remus’ pinkie.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for life! Unless I die, then you’re stuck with my corpse. Oooh! Maybe you can bring me back to life! Really earn that Frankenstein nickname-”

“This HAS to be a mistake!”, Logan squeaked, flustered and shocked by the news, “There’s no way YOU are my soulmate!”

Logan made eye contact with Remus and for a moment the boy looked hurt, but he plastered on a grin and poked Logan in the arm, “Nope! Fate thinks you’re my future husband, so suck it!”

Groaning, Logan let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, then I suppose you should tell me about yourself, Remus.”. Logan would - for eternity and a day after - deny that the smile Remus gave him made his little heart flutter for the first time.

As the two ate, Remus went into a long tangent about his life and Logan found himself absolutely fascinated. 

Remus Castillo had a twin brother, Roman, who enjoyed Disney movies and being “an overly wordy drama queen”. They had a single father, much like Logan’s own, whose wife had apparently decided she was destined for greater things that didn’t involve unplanned twin boys (Remus’ words, not his). Logan listened as Remus told him all about his family’s culture, having moved from Aguascalientes to Florida a year ago for work related reasons; retelling fond memories of watching the parade of Calaveras along the Avenida Madero with his father and brother each year. Logan found Remus really enjoyed a mixture of colourful and morbid subjects, each tangent sending Remus on a fun winding road down memory lane or through a vague memory of some educational book.

Logan Smith had wanted nothing to do with the boy who’d licked his hand and stolen his map, but as lunch ended and both classes were being called away to their respective classes, he found he didn’t want to be separated from Remus.

Very apparently, Remus didn’t want to either. If they way he was gasping Logan’s arm and hauling him towards the class from Sanders Elementary instead of his own was any indicator. 

“Come on! You can hang with us! Roman won’t mind! And my buddy Remy’s lotsa fun too-”

“Remus Castillo, stop right there.”

Remus indignantly ignored his teacher, plowing through his sentence, “You’ll LOVE my class, they’re all weirdos like us-”

“REMUS!”, barked his teacher, already done with the nine year old terror, “You let that boy go this instant!”

Remus defiantly clung tighter to Logan’s arm, “No!”

“Remus Castillo, you’re to let go NOW.”

“But he’s my soulmate!”, Remus yelled, causing his classmates to chatter excitedly. It made Logan feel a little self conscious, but Remus didn’t seem to care, “Pleeeeease let him come with us!!”

His teacher rubbed his temples as if it could massage the exhaustion away, “That’s nice, but you are NOT going to cause more trouble, soulmate or not!”

By now, even the children and teacher from Logan’s academy were watching the commotion. It came to a head as Remus’ teacher tried to separate the two of them, earning the tiniest war cry from Remus as he stomped on his teacher’s foot and clung fully to Logan like his life depended on it.

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM! I’LL STAY HERE UNTIL WE’RE A GROSS MUSHY PILE OF SKIN AND BONES IF I HAVE TO!”

With that pleasant image in his brain, Logan decided to perhaps appeal to his own teacher,

“Miss, can Remus perhaps stay with our group so we may avoid further-”

“Absolutely not,”, she turned up her nose at Remus’ display, “Our school has a reputation to uphold, I will not have it sullied by such a rude child.”

Well that backfired. Now both teachers were having to try and separate the two of them. It took two of the museum’s security personnel to finally haul Remus off of Logan, carrying the writhing child as they assured his teacher that they’d put him in the tantrum room. With the way they handled his feral yelling and attempts to grab at any nearby exhibits for something he could use to bash them with, this probably wasn’t their first Rabid Child Rodeo.

Logan watched dejectedly as they hauled his soulmate out of sight while his teacher ordered him to get in line as they continued their tour. He couldn’t focus on any of the various bewitching artifacts that the guide presented to them on their tour of the ancient world though, all he could think about was Remus. Alone. Stuck in some room. Missing out on the exhibits. Missing him.

“....Emile?”, Logan asked the boy standing to his left.

“Yes, Logan?”

“I’m about to do something very, very impulsive.”

“.... Okay?”

“And reckless.”

“...Right-”

“In the name of fate.”

“........”, Emile sighed, “What do you need me to do?”

“Either talk me out of what is likely a terrible decision that will without a doubt go on my permanent record and possibly disappoint my father. Or encourage me so that I may spend time with my soulmate for as long as possible.”

Emile shook his head, “Well, if cartoons have taught me anything, it’s that you’re gonna go for it no matter what I say so...”. He placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder, “Make it good, Logan, I wanna remember the day the untouchable Logan Smith lost his mind.”. With a shared chuckle, Emile let him wind up for whatever he was about to do, while Logan waited for his moment. The tour guide was gesturing to an exhibit of ancient Mayan armour when Logan chose to strike, raising his hand while Emile awaited the fireworks show to come.

“Sir? I have a question.“

“Of course, what is it?”

“Did the museum ask permission to have that armour?”

The guide looked confused while Logan’s teacher looked ready to have an aneurysm.

“I… don’t understand what you mean. Anyway this-”

“I’m merely asking,”, Logan interrupted, ready to keep pushing until he would be  hauled off by security, “because I believe that if it were my culture being mercilessly appropriated and stolen from, I would be rather upset.”

“We’re allowed to have it because it’s for education-”

“But it’s still stealing. And stealing is always wrong, correct?”

“Well, it-”

“It’s a yes or no question, please answer as such-”

-

Remus hadn’t expected company in the tantrum room, but he wasn’t complaining as Logan was marched in, looking positively proud of himself in spite of the way the security guard nearly tossed him inside with obvious frustration. With a bright grin, Remus pat the beanbag next to him, positively writhing with unbridled joy, “Spill! What’d you do?!”.

Logan tried to play stoic and prideful, but the excitement cracked through in his voice, “I merely inquired as to why museums considered their historical thievery to be ethically justified until the tour guide got angry and attempted to ignore me.”. “Sick!! Then what!?”, Remus’ delighted eyes met Logan’s with a similar sparkle of mischief.

Logan chuckled as he admired their string of fate, as people called it, slowly pulling his eyes from it to meet Remus’ again, “I screamed. Loudly. For quite the duration. I must say, I’m rather proud of my own lung capacity.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in it.

“Naturally, security came to try and calm the situation.”

“And then they brought you here?”

“No, they attempted to calm me down”, Logan snickered, “But, one of them put a hand on my shoulder rather rudely. So I bit them-” “YOU BIT ‘EM!?”, if Logan could bottle the light that radiated from Remus there and then, he would have, his own smile growing while his soulmate’s grin threatened to tear through his cheeks, “Logan, mi alma, you’re insane! I love it!”

“Mi alma?”, Logan queried, his cheeks losing the great blush war as his face radiated a nice rosy crimson.

“Oh, right!”, Remus explained, “It means ‘my soul’, it’s what people call their boyfriends ‘n’ stuff back home. I figured since you’re my soulmate, it makes sense to call you that!”

For a moment, Remus faltered, “Uh…. if you don’t mind I guess? It’s whatever, I’ll stop if you hate it-”

“No, no, I rather appreciate the sentiment,” , Logan awkwardly smiled back at Remus, “Mi alma?”

The wilder of the two threw his head back in a roar laughter, “Man, your pronunciation sucks! And that’s an easy one!“, he teased as he shuffled his beanbag closer to Logan’s and continued with a wild smile, “Looks like I gotta stay with you for sure now and make sure you get it right! You’re stuck with me, Nerdy Wolverine!”

It would be hard work convincing his father to let him move schools to be with Remus, Logan knew that. Despite the fact his father adored love in all forms and regarded the bond of soulmates as sacred, Logan knew it’d logically be a hard sell to ask his father to not only pull him out of an expensive academy, but also to have him possibly move home or make a rather lengthy commute. 

But as Remus’ had met Logan’s, the latter found himself locking fingers with his wild soulmate, banishing that thought while they still had time together. Whether it would work out right away, after a couple of months, or even over the course of a few years, they’d make it work.

“Falsehood,”, Logan smirked, “I believe it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

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Okay, this one’s the cutest thing hands down. I’m so proud of this one! As a tidbit, I had it in mind that their single fathers were Janus for the twins and Patton for Logan. 

@tsshipmonth2020

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#intrulogical #logan sanders #remus sanders #tsshipmonth2020 #soulmate september #my fics #fanfics #theyre so cute i cry #also incase its confusing #i figured that in this universe #people probably still get married and such like #to people who arent their soulmates #if they feel they want to just settle down but that they won't meet their soulmate #so thats the explaination for Janus being a single parent #as for patton #i like to thing he just adopted logan

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Whumptober Day 2 - Alt Prompt

Head Injury Characters: Link, Ezlo, Vaati  

Link burst into the room, carpet bunching under his sprinting, head still buzzing off the rush of wind magic soaking into his blade, the four sword now. The stained glass dyed the room a vivid particulate rainbow and Link soaked in it.

“Ah! Link! Look at this stained glass,” Ezlo pecked at the boy who responded with a dismissive flap of his hands. “See? There is the Minish Blade, and the sealing of the great evils, and there is the light force. The princess kept it safe-”

“Ohh! So that's what it means?” Vaati's voice rung out through the cavernous room, airy and mocking in it's faux curiosity. “Oh Ezlo, really, you're too kind! You've given me this wonderful hat, and now you've led me here! It's a shame then, that I don't have any more use for you”

Link drew his sword and faced down the disguised mage, rocoiling when the face of the king he was wearing began bubbling up and distorting in horror before melting away and revealing a sickening grin stretching across the wind mage's features.

“How brave of you hero”

Before Link could so much as move a pale hand extended and flicked towards him. The pillar of air crushed into Link's chest flinging him back, and he was sent skidding across the stone floor, and he knew no more.

“LINK, LINK. Come on then, please wake up Link,”

“Ezloo? Wha, wha 'appened?” Link slurred, grabbing weakly at his companion's flapping beak, not even bothering to fight it when Ezlo shook his hand off, more gently than usual.

“Link, come on, open up your eyes, you gotta get up kiddo,” Ezlo nudged at Link's head, very gently. It was too much. White hot pain errupted from the back of his head and he writhed against it, scream high and piercing.

“ Link I know it hurts, but you have to listen to me, come on kiddo please open your eyes for me,” Ezlo's voice was wet, and over the throbbing pain, distantly, he found it very funny because after all: hats cant cry and yet Ezlo was.

“Link breathe okay? Deep breath in for me,” was he not breathing? He wasn't breathing, his lungs hurt too. His voice hurt but the pain was all consuming anyways. He forced his lungs to take in air screaming turning into sobbing when another wave of pain shot through him.

“hurrts Ezlo hurts so bad make it stop please make it stop,” he begged. Link couldn't move, could barely twitch his fingers “PlEaseee it hurrrts”

“Link I know, I know it hurts I know, I need you to breathe for me okay? Come on, thats it. Just keep breathing for me, I need to get your potion. I need you to move me okay?”

Link nodded, wiping the tears off his cheeks roughly. He immediately regretted that decision. He couldn't think over the pain flowing down his spine, out of his eyes, over his cheeks, almost cold it was so hot. The world dissolved into sparks and an overwhelming nausea. He matched his breathing to Ezlo's desperate struggle to escape his head. Oh right, he was moving. He lifted his head for Ezlo to wiggle away choking back bile when he layed it back down.

Ezlo was saying something, moving his head with his beak, the world went white again.

“can't see Ezlo cant see, hurts i can't see Grandpa, Zelly I can't see, it hurts” Link was screaming again he couldn't breathe over the pain, over the blur of light and colours overwhelming his eyes. He felt something brush against his lips and he really did puke this time, convulsing back from the sensation. The sound of shattering glass brought relief, a cool feeling washing away the pain like the sun breaking through the clouds. He lay in it, letting it seep into him like a hot bath.

Slowly the world begain to sharpen back into focus, drawing over Link's consciousness like a file.

“Link come on Link, wake up sleepyhead.”

Link's eyes snapped open to the sound of a distant bell, fighting through the swimming colours. Ezlo was curled into his side making an awful wheezing noise he was half sure was meant to be crying. His head felt sticky and stained his hand red.

“'M ok. Gotta save Zel, gotta, mm” Link clutched onto Ezlo like a lifeline. That's right, he's a hero, he's gotta save Zelly from Vaati, he's gotta get up. Get up Link. Be the light that banishes the darkness Link.

The sacred sword is sticky. A broken bottle. A pool of liquid. Potion. A potion spilled. The ground is swimming, Link stumbled over to the wall, collapsing against it roughly, wincing at the pain.

“Link, take a potion,” Ezlo is wrapped around his neck uncomfortably, link digs through his pockets blindly,

“nuh uh, last one's broken” he slurred, patting Ezlo's head clumsily. “gotta wait, save, gotta save the fairy's help jus in case”

He stumbled into the hallway, realizing very suddenly that he was hopelessly lost.

“Where?” He asked, poking at Ezlo who was still insisting on playing at being a scarf.

“Oh Link.” He sighed, rubbing his cheek into the mess of blood and potion. “Take it slow okay? You can't save the world if you work yourself to death”

“Nuh uh, gotta save Zelly she's in trouble, we gotta go.” and go he went.

The castle came in flashes, patches of unbearable brightness and patches of blessed darkness, prismatic worry. Hard fights that left Link sprawling against the wall and crying into his knees. The dark-nuts were the worst of them all. Two of them, he could barely tell if he was seeing double. The hit came from his blind spot, sending him sprawling out over the floor. He could hear chiming. Bells chiming, laughter chiming, the sound of fairy magic chiming. He was up on his feet, focus restored.

“Hurry Link, it might not be too late” How long had Ezlo been talking? Link shot out of the room, not even waiting for the clouds to dissipate. The stairs seemed endless, like they were stretching up beyond him, looping as he ran in place. He crested the stairs to the tolling of a bell.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Vaati was lounging over an altar, distinctly Hylian looking. “No..”

“Oh yes old man, oh yes indeed! How was it by the way? Drowning in the sick of your useless hero?”

Link did not wait to hear Vaati's taunts. He vaulted forward driving his sword into the closest bit of flesh available. Vaati screamed, backing up over the rubble scattered on the ground. Link was relentless, a strength not his own driving him into the battered mage, over and over and again and again. He ignored the burns beginning to litter his arms as he drove into the battle, his only thoughts on ripping the breath from Vaati's lungs.

For all his pomp and grandeur Vaati's death was an anticlimactic affair. He lurched forwards, sprawled out in the dirty chamber, scrabbling as Link pried the light force from his writhing form with his sword. And then he expired, slumped on the ground, still as stone. And Link clutched the light force and he wept. He wept for the pain and the sorrow and for all the shards of his beloved friend scattered on the ground. And he wished for the impossible, and Ezlo held him. When had he become himself again? Link was not minish sized. He didn't care. He sobbed, letting the dizziness pull him down into the waiting arms of his green clad companion.

And when he woke up, Zelda would tell him about how bravely he fought, and how he rescued her in the nick of time, and how he had such terrible nightmares while he was asleep. And she would tell him of how he'd brought back Ezlo. And conveniently she would forget how she woke up on the cold floor feeling hollow but for the buzzing aftermath of honey sweet light magic to the sound of his broken wailing. And conveniently she would forget the feeling of helping Ezlo wash sick and blood and potion from his tangled hair.

#whumptober2021 #no. 2 #Alt Prompt 7 #head injury #minish cap #fic #injury tw #implied child death tw #referenced child death tw #mc link #ezlo #and vaati but hes secondary #its not link that dies #there is a happy ending if you squint #my fic #nocturnalswhumptobertag

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The ones we leave behind (platonic!Hank MCcoy x reader)

Okay so this is my first EVER fic... okee

Summary: Y/N basically has the same powers as wanda maximoff. She was part of the original Xmen (first class). At there time she is only 14 while they were all like 17-18(i tried to research their age but it was really confusing). Umm... this will take place during days of future past a short while before Logan comes and i will kinda be bending time and shortening thew length between events.. idk

Warnings?: idk angst? language?

Y/n sighed. She could take the silence most nights but something about tonight was different. Its not like sleep came easy to her, she had always struggled with sleep. She was was sleeping in Raven’s old room, wrapped in one of Alex’s old shirts that fit her like a night gown. Growing up on the streets, Y/n learned that it was better to stay awake at night in order to avoid getting hurt. Eventually her eyelids drooped and she was pulled into a very light sleep.

The nukes were charging at them full speed. Y/n stared in horror as they got closer and closer. It wasn’t the kind of problem you could run from, hell even if it was, her feet were stuck to the floor. She was quickly pulled out of her daze by the feeling of being pushed backwards. She looked up to see that Raven, Sean, Hank and Alex now surrounded her. They all had seen her there, crumpled on the ground, her battery had been drained from the battle and they dove in front of her.

Y/n jolted wake again. Drenched in sweat. Whenever she closed her eyes she was haunted by that beach. The feeling of death looking down on all of them, ready to strike. She looked at the portrait of them on her bedside table, their smiling faces serving as a reminder of the hole they left behind them. She couldn’t take it any more.

Cold air hit her face as she wandered onto the grounds. What had once been a beautiful garden was now a desolate weed infested patch of land.She felt a tear roll down her cheek, nothing had been the same after Cuba. Raven, Sean, and Alex were all gone. And Charles.... Charles couldn’t even look her in the eye. To be honest, she was almost disgusted by him. The man who had been her father figure to her was gone. Replaced by an empty shell of an addict. She was still young but she could see the ruin that had become of him. 

“Hey,”

It was Hank, the only person she had left nowadays.

“Hey yourself”

“Did it happen again?”

“Yeah...”

Hanks face contorted with concern. The poor kid, he had always seen her as like a little sister... They all had. She was only 13 in Cuba. She was only 13 when her life nearly ended. They had all stepped in front of her that day, Haank didn’t know where they were tonight, but he could speak with confidence that they would all do it again in a heart beat.

“How bad?”

“The normal, you know..” Her voice trailed off before she took a deep breath to recollect herself.”I was on the beach again and I couldn’t move. But this time i was alone. I was the only one on that beach and the nukes got to me. and.. and I couldn’t move!” She choked on her words, finally collapsing into Hank’s her brothers arms.

They sat there for a while. Hank stroked her back and whispered calming words into her hair that they both knew were lies.

Finally she sat up. Hank gulped, he already knew what she was about to ask. It never changed.

Drying her eyes she looked up at Hank with those big eyes he could never say no to and asked those damned words  “Any new news?”Hank could almost say it with her at this point.

He shook his head.

“FUCK!”

Hank looked down in suprise. It had been over a year and the girl had never broken down. What he saw when he looked down broke his heart even more. He saw a broken girl, almost completley different from the young teen he had met a few years ago. 

“FUCK! Ugh!”

An old flower pot lifted into the air and smashed against a wall a few feet away from their heads as she continued to scream. It had been so long since had seen her use her power, he was in awe all over again.

“shit!shit! shit! GODAMMIT!” 

Another pot hit the wall.

“Hey! Y/n stop! Y/n/n hey.”

Hank pulled her into his chest while she writhed, trying to break free.

“Shhh.. y/n/n. Its okay. calm down-”

“NO!”

She finally broke free sending Hank (and several pots) flying into the wall.

“NO! I’m sick of pretending like its okay!”

“Y/n-”

“Pretending like they are all out there living their normal lives! Pretending like they didn’t just disapear!”

“Y/n/n”

“You think that I don’t see the way he (*Charles*) is practically gone at this point!? How he never even comes out of his room?! How YOU scurry around fufilling every one of his orders! Providing him with that... that... THAT DRUG thats DESTROYING him! Destroying us!”

Y/n was in the air now, red vines of light surrounded her and her eyes went form their normal y/e/c to a glowing ruby red. Tears were streaming down her face at a rapid pace and the old shirt billowed in the cool night wind. Hank watched in horror and despair as the little girl he had once knew broke into a million peices before his eyes.

“You know every night I try to reach out to them...” She faltered,  sinking a little closer to the ground. Finally she was able to choke out the rest of her sentence, “ Alex and Sean”

“And do you know what I hear every time?” She was barely whispering.

Hank leaned foward, hanging onto every word that came out of the broken girls mouth.

“screams”

“oh god...” Hank’s stomache dropped

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I kinda hate this ending but idk how else to end it sorry. :(

#hank mccoy #hank mccoy x reader #platonic!hank mccoy x reader #x men fanfiction #alex summers x reader #alex summers #sean cassidy #havok #beast #banshee