#the gargoyle ray

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

New Solar Opposites Episode #5: “The Kids Get Taken” (by @avaveevo)

It starts with Korvo and Terry sleeping until Lili starts crying

Korvo: *moans* Oh there there Lili. Daddy is here. *hops out of bed*

Korvo walks up to Lili's crib and picks her up

Korvo: Shh… shh

Then, Korvo starts singing a lullaby to Lili.

[KORVO]

Little sproutling, you are safe.

There is no to be afraid.

I am here right here in the night.

Don’t fear because I am here.

Little sproutling, it’s okay.

I will never go sailing away from you…

Lili coos and falls asleep

Korvo: Oh my sweet little sprout… *kisses Lili on the forehead and puts her back in her crib*

Terry: *yawns* I really love that lullaby you sang to our baby.

Korvo: Well, Janiz used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep. I find it calming.

Terry: Aw, that was when you were sproutling too huh? Aw, lil baby Korvy…

Korvo blushes as he smiles

Korvo: Oh Terry…

Terry pulls Korvo into a kiss

Terry: Come here!

The two husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. Terry unbuttons Korvo's nightgown

Korvo: *giggles in infatuation* Terry…

Terry: Wanna feel beautiful?

Korvo: Oh yes… take me away!

Terry pins Korvo on the bed as they kiss

Korvo: Oh Terry… oh… *moans lovingly*

Terry: Get ready! *turns Korvo over* I saw this on Starz.

Korvo: *cries out lovingly* What the fuck… *moans lovingly*

The next morning, Evil Terry is sharpening his knife

Evil Terry: *sighs* Much better. Wonder how other me and those kids are doing?

Then, Korvo walk out of the kitchen while carrying Lili in a baby hangar, to find Terry and the kids painting another mural on the ceiling, but this time Korvo is amazed. *like the Gargoyle Ray Episode*

Korvo: Terry, are you painting another mural again?

Terry: Yeah. I know you're mad but-

Korvo: Oh no. I think it’s actually very creative and-

Jesse: *gets red paint splatted in her face by Yumyulack* Hey! Yumyulack! You got fucking paint in my face!

Yumyulack: *sprays red paint out with a paint gun* Choke on this Jesse!

Then, Sonya sprays aquamarine paint on Yumyulack who yelps.

Yumyulack: *screams in rage* Sonya! You little bitch! I’m gonna kill you!

Sonya: *sprays on Yumyulack; playfully* Make me!

Sonya accidently hits Korvo.

Korvo: Whoa! *smiling* you really got me there honey.

Sonya: Oops. Sorry Korvo.

Janiz and Kimber comes in and shock by the mess the kids are making as Terry join in on the paint fight.

Janiz: Oh my goodness. What a mess.

The family stops fighting.

Terry: Sorry. We were just having a paint fight.

Kimber laughs

Korvo: *chuckles* Okay, now you made me brought at the big guns for this art fight. *brings out the gargoyle ray* bring it on you motherfuckers!

Terry: *playfully* Bring it on, you beautiful smartass!

Janiz gasps.

Janiz: Wait wait! This is wrong… *gets out a mega paint gun* Ain’t fun without a huge amount of paint!

Yumyulack: Oh yeah!

The family starting playfully art fighting again as Korvo began have fun while holding Lili carefully. However, some of the blast of the gargoyle ray starts hitting at the house of the Solars’ mean-spirit neighbor Colleen.

Korvo: Oh shit.

Despite this, the family resume doing paint fighting again. The scene cuts to Colleen screaming in rage.

Colleen: Ugh! Not again! These neighbors are driving me crazy! Now they’re turning everything into gargoyles! The dog, now a gargoyle! The Mona Lisa, gargoyle! The phone, Gargoyle! That does it! I am calling Child Protective Services!

A few hours later, the family is exhausted

Korvo: Man, that was sweet-ass paint fight. I even love the mural you made. What is this time?

Terry: Mona Pupa.

Jesse giggles. The family look up at the mural of Pupa as Mona Lisa. Korvo sighs lovingly at Terry as he began to feel grateful into having Terry in his life.

Korvo: Terry-bear?

Terry: Yes?

Korvo: I love you so much...

Terry: *smiling* I love you too Korvy…

Korvo and Terry are about to kiss but... then, the family heard on a knock on the door, which caused the Solars to turn into their human forms. Human Kimber opens the door.

Human Kimber: Yes?

Suddenly, Child Protective Services bust through the house while one of them shoves Human Kimber.

Human Kimber: Hey!

Child Protective Service Officer: Everyone, freeze! Child Protection Services! We got an ominous tip that someone had been turning children into gargoyles in this house!

Human Korvo: What?! No! We weren't-

The Protective Service Officers look at the grown ups and then at the kids, as they realize Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Human Pupa, Sonya and Human Lili are the children.

Child Protection Service Officer: Ah-ha! These three teenagers, toddler and baby must be the children.

Human Yumyulack: Yeah. What's it to ya?

Child Protection Service Officer: You children are coming with us!

Human Korvo: What?! The hell they aren’t!

Human Terry: Yeah! You can’t take our kids away from us!

A Child Protection Service officer grabs Human Jesse's arm.

Human Jesse: *screams* Terry! Korvo! Help!

Human Terry gasps and grabs onto Human Jesse's other arm.

Human Terry: No! My baby! Don’t take my baby!

Child Protection Service Officer: Sir, I order you to let her go!

Human Terry: My baby!

Human Terry breaks down into tears as Human Korvo comforts him.

Human Yumyulack and Sonya: *gets grabbed by Child Protection Services* Aaah! Hey! Let us go you monsters! You motherfuckers! Fucking let us go! Korvo, Terry, help!

Human Pupa: *gets grabbed by one of the CPS officers; screams* Korvo! Terry! Help!

Human Korvo: Don't worry! We'll find a way to save you!

Then, the CPS Officer takes Human Lili away from Human Korvo as she starts crying.

Human Korvo: No! Lili!

The kids starts panicking and screaming as the CPS shoved them into the CPS as the adults watch in horror and distraught. As the CPS drive away Human Terry has a panic attack as he turns back into his Shlorpian form.

Terry: *panicking* Oh my God! My baby! My babygirl! Our babies! Those fuckers took our babies away from us!

Human Korvo gasps and turns back into his Shlorpian form as he comforts Terry

Korvo: Don’t worry Terry, we’ll find a way to rescue our kids.

Korvo has an idea.

Korvo: Okay. Janiz, Kimber, Evil Terry, get the AIs and meet me and Terry in our new family bus! We got a rescue mission to save our kids!

Human Evil Terry: Got it!

Korvo and Terry into their human forms as they go papa wolf.

Human Terry: Child Protective Services...YOU MET YOUR FUCKING MATCH!

Human Korvo: Come on Terry, we got five little sprouts to save!

Human Terry: Right! *kisses Korvo on the neck*

Human Korvo moans lovingly. Then, the scene cuts to the CPS with the Wingstop. Human Jesse is sobbing.

Sonya: Aw, don’t worry Jesse. Our daddies, Auntie Janiz, Kimber, Evil Terry and our AIs will come rescue us.

Human Jesse: *sniffles* I hope so...

Human Yumyulack: *stress eating chicken wings* Oh man, I am freaking out so much that I am stress eating those wings from Wingstop!

Sonya sighs.

Human Pupa: *comforting human Lili* There there Lili. Pupa’s here.

Human Lili: *cries*

Human Yumyulack: Aw, don’t cry Lili. *picks up Lili and soothes her* It’s gonna be okay. Our daddies will come save us.

The Replicants, Pupa and Lili then turns back into their aliens forms. Unknown to them, the CPS Officers saw the whole thing on camera.

Child Protective Services Officer: What?! They can shapeshift?!

CPS Officer #2: Did you see what those three kids and baby just did? I think we might finally have the right ones for Project Dark Brilliance. *calls someone; whispering* My Little Pony Omega Code 3. *hangs up phone* Franklin, get them ready for transport!

Meanwhile with the adults

Human AISHA: Okay. We’re tracking them down right now! I can see the five dots moving. Those must be the kids. They’re heading somewhere else now away from the CPS and Wingstop!

Human Terry: Where's that?

Human EVA: They’re heading to… Javier’s Scool and Secret Government Where We Do Things to Kids?!

Human Korvo gasps and then something in him snaps.

Human Korvo: THEY’RE GONNA EXPERIMENT ON MY KIDS?!

Human Korvo steps on the pedal, causing the bus to speed up. Human Terry then looks at the location and gasp as he remembers the place from the “Gargoyle Ray” episode.

Human Terry: Oh my God! I’ve been there before! Remember when Korvo and I got taken away by CPS?! I went to that place where I was saved by some doctor lady! I don’t know who she is but she thought I was a kid.

Human Evil Terry then remembers who the doctor woman is

Human Evil Terry: Wait? You met her once?

Human Terry: Yeah. Why do you ask?

Human Evil Terry: I think… I’ve seen her before…

Human Korvo: How do you know?

Human Evil Terry: I know her name. Dr. Weatherstone.

Human Terry and Human Korvo gasp

Human Terry: Wait?! You met her too?! How?!

A flashback plays of Human Evil Terry blushing when he looks at Dr. Weatherstone.

Human Evil Terry: Hmm?

The flashback ends

Human Evil Terry: To be honest, she seems so nice and… *blushing while sighing lovingly* and kinda cute.

Human Terry: Oooh! Someone's in love.

Human Evil Terry gasp and blushes while smiling.

Human Evil Terry: Yeah. I guess I am...

Human Terry: Aw I’m so happy for you. I mean love is pretty complicated but hey! I got it from my Korvy. Who is the most sweetest…

Human Terry’s voice muffles as Human Korvo looks at him lovingly.

[KORVO]

When I was five, I fell in love It didn't last

He ran from me

Literally ran from me

And being Kenyan

He ran fast

When I was ten, in love again

This peace corps guy I waited hours

Inside his tent with flowers

Which made him laugh

Which made me cry

By 13, I gave up trying I decided I would be a mathematician

'Cause math is real I memorized a lot of pi

Because additions, and subtractions, and division

Would never make me feel so stupid with love

Like I didn't get it I didn't get it, somehow

Smart with math, but stupid with love

I didn't get it I didn't get it 'til now

Do you have an eraser? I would love to

So thank you, math, for being there

To bring me joy

And thank you, math

'Cause now brought me this cute boy!

Is it two? Yes!

He's like someone from TV

He's like that guy who give out roses to those women

His clothes, his grooming

And he's a foot away from me

With swoopy hair and shiny eyes that I could swim in

He is live and in the room!

And I'm stupid with love I wanna get it I wanna to get it, but how? Smart with math, but stupid with love

I wanna get it

I didn't get it 'til now

Two over zero is undefined (two over zero is undefined)

Jinx Ha!

I'm astounded and non-plussed I am filled with calculust

Does this guy work out?

He must All sweaty at the gym

Could that image be more hot? Let me just enjoy that thought

School was rough but now, it's not

'Cause now there's him

It's all so simple

Stupid with love

But I can get it

Watch this Shlorpian self-educate

I learned math so I can learn love

You wanna bet it?

That I can get it?

Just wait

Just wait

Just wait!

Human Korvo: Oh Terry!

Human Korvo jumps into Human Terry's arms and laughs

Human Terry: Whoa! *gets pulled in for a French kiss as the two husbands moan lovingly*

Human Janiz smiles. The scene then cuts to Javier’s School and Secret Government Where We Do Things to Kids?! where Dr. Weatherstone is checking on the recruits until she saw the Replicants, Pupa and Lili shapeshift back into their alien forms while her boss comes in.

Javier: Dr. Weatherstone, how are the new recruits!

Dr. Weatherstone: They're doing alright. And their shapeshifting powers are phenomenal!

Javier: What?! *sees the Replicants, Pupa and Lili* Those four out of those five children must be perfect! We must prep for surgery immediately!

Dr. Weatherstone: But sir, this is wrong.

Javier: Enough of this Weatherstone! You already failed last time with one of them last year, but this time it’s personal! Evil shit is finally going down!

Dr. Weatherstone: But sir-

Javier laughs evilly as he left. Dr. Weatherstone then makes a drastic decision.

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh my God… this isn’t right. I gotta help those five innocent angels! *hears a doorbell* Oh yeah taco salad, come to mama!

Meanwhile with the adults, they’ve finally arrived at the secret lab. Human Evil Terry gets out his knife and opens the hatch. The adults break in as they search everywhere for help.

Human Terry: HELP! *starts tearing up* PLEASE HELP!

Human Korvo: Hey hey! Easy Terry! What’s wrong?!

Human Terry: I'm looking for help!

Human Janiz: Well, these people can’t be trusted! Why do you want help now?!

Dr. Weatherstone suddenly appears

Dr. Weatherstone: What the hell?! Hey, you guys aren’t allowed in here! What’s going on?!

Human Terry: Hey! Nice to see you again!

Dr. Weatherstone: What the fuck?! Have we met?!

The adults look at each other and nod before turning into their Shlorpian forms

Terry: Now you remember me?!

Dr. Weatherstone gasps

Dr. Weatherstone: Wait a minute, I know you. You’re that adult that I thought was a kid.

Terry: Yep.

Evil Terry blushes upon seeing Dr. Weatherstone

Evil Terry: Hey good looking.

Dr. Weatherstone: Hey, it's you. *blushes* Good to see you again...

Evil Terry: That’s right. Glad you’re not freaked out by my true appearance.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles as Evil Terry puts a hand on her cheek.

Evil Terry: *seductively* Mmm, tell you what. Those glasses are pretty fetching to me.

Dr. Weatherstone gets flustered

Dr. Weatherstone: *blushes* Oh wow. No one has ever told me that. Thank you. But then again, what are you all doing here?

Korvo: We're here for our kids.

Terry: Those monsters are gonna experiment on our babies!

Dr. Weatherstone gasps

Dr. Weatherstone: What?!

The adults rushed in the room where Dr. Weatherstone plays the last footage of the kids when they arrived here.

Dr. Weatherstone: *points to the Replicants, Pupa, Sonya and Lili* These five are your kids?!

Terry: Yeah, that's them!

Korvo: Those are our two sons and three daughters!

The adults rush to save the kids.

Korvo: Hang on kids! Daddy’s coming!

Meanwhile with the kids...

Jesse: Um guys, don’t you get the feeling this whole school is shady?

Yumyulack: Yeah...

Sonya: I know. Plus, I don’t think this Javier guy is very nice. He seems a bit suspicious don’t you think.

Jesse: Yeah. Better turn back into our human forms before he comes back.

The kids turn into their human forms. Suddenly... Javier came in and traps the kids with kid-size claws, except for human Lili.

Human Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening now?!

Human Lili: *cries*

Javier: Got you kids now! Time to commence Project Dark Brilliance!

Suddenly Javier is knocked out by Human MAX

Javier: Ugh! What the fuck?!

The human adults arrive as the kids gasp in joy

Human Yumyulack: Korvo!

Human Jesse and Human Pupa: Terry!

Sonya: Auntie Janiz and Kimber!

Human AISHA: Don’t forget about us!

Human Korvo picks up Human Lili

Human Lili: *cries but then calms down upon seeing her daddy and babbles in joy*

Human Korvo: Hey, Lili...

Human Lili hugs her daddy’s face while the kids run over and hugs their dads, aunts, AIs and parental substitutes.

Human Kimber: Are you kids okay?

Human Jesse: *crying as she hugs Human Terry* Oh we miss you guys so much!

Human Terry: I know you did, baby. I know...

Human Yumyulack: *hugging Human Korvo while weeping* We thought we never see you guys again…

Human Korvo comforts his son.

Human Korvo: *softly rubbing Human Yumyulack’s back* Shh.. it’s okay my little sprout… daddy’s here.

Human Pupa: Auntie!

Human Pupa starts crying as he embraces Human Janiz who laughs and comforts Human Pupa. Dr. Weatherstone smiles.

Dr. Weatherstone: You guys really are great parents.

Human Terry: Yeah, we know...

Javier gets up as he growls as the family.

Javier: What the fuck are you doing?! You sick sci-fi pricks are ruining everything!

Human Jesse: Uh oh.

Javier: Dr. Weatherstone! I just happened to be here for the Project Dark Brilliance, and this is what I see when we adjourn? My assistant associating with confused, insignificant sci-fi lowlifes? Socializing with their kind is not how you move up in this secret lab! Come, Dr. Weatherstone!

Dr. Weatherstone: *finally putting her foot down* No sir!

Javier: Excuse me?

Dr. Weatherstone: You've spent your life acting like a monster and raised me to follow in your footsteps! At first I thought this was fine, but then I finally realized I wanted something you don't have – a family!

Javier: That's enough, Dr. Weatherstone! Step away from those monsters!

Dr. Weatherstone: These are the Solar Opposites, and they are my friends! You need to stop calling them such mean and fucking disgusting names! They are working harder to fit in than anyone I've ever seen! And they will get them exactly when they discover their true selves, which I guarantee will be amazing! Now, will you please leave those kids alone?!

Javier is shocked by Dr. Weatherstone putting her foot down

Javier: What?! After all we’ve work so hard on?!

Dr. Weatherstone: Yeah.

Javier: *snapping* Why you little…

Human Korvo kicks Javier in the face.

Human Korvo: That’s for trying to dissect my kids, you fucker!

The Solars leave with Dr. Weatherstone following them

Dr. Weatherstone: *to Javier* Oh and by the way… I quit!

Human Evil Terry smiles. Dr. Weatherstone slammed the door shut as she and the Solars run to their bus. During the drive home, Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone look at each other and blush as romantic music plays

Evil Terry: I have to admit. You were pretty brave.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles and removes her hair tie.

Dr. Weatherstone: *giggles while blushing* Thanks.

Evil Terry blushes because Dr. Weatherstone is beautiful with her hair down

Evil Terry: You look very pretty with that hair down. You even have a cute smile.

Dr. Weatherstone blushes and leans in and kisses Evil Terry on the cheek

Dr. Weatherstone: Thank you… for helping me stand up for myself and for you guys too…

Evil Terry smiles and surprises Dr. Weatherstone by kissing her on the lips. The two started to main lovingly as they continue to kiss while the kids look away and cover their eyes in disgust.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: Eew. Gross. Come on, boo! Yucky! Aw guys, right now?! Yuck! Blegh!

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone stop kissing and blush

Evil Terry: Wow. Best kiss ever.

Dr. Weatherstone: Did you enjoy it?

Evil Terry nods and chuckles.

Evil Terry: Yes I did.

The couple kisses again as Terry smiles.

Terry: *to himself* Glad he is really happy… *then looks at Korvo lovingly* just like I am..

Korvo blushes and smiles.

Korvo: Aw thanks honey. *kisses Terry on the lips*

The Solars arrive home and Evil Terry carries Dr. Weatherstone to the bedroom

Evil Terry: *seductively* Say, you wanna have some fun, sugar?

Dr. Weatherstone: *giggles* You know it.

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone take off their clothes as they makeout and starts to have sex for the first time as they moan lovingly while Evil Terry dominates Dr. Weatherstone.

Dr. Weatherstone: *moans* Ooooh! That feels so good! Yes!

Evil Terry: *moans* Oooh! Watch out! I seen this on Starz!

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh, what the fuck... *moans*

Evil Terry: Oh baby! *moans* you make me feel sooo hot and goooood

Evil Terry plays with Dr. Weatherstone's boobs

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh baby! *moans lovingly* keep doing that thing! Ooooh!

Meanwhile with the others, the kids are hugging their dads because they are happy to be back home.

Jesse: We're glad everything's back to normal. *hears Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone having sex and groans in disgust*

Terry: I’m so happy our five little rascals are home safe and sound!

Yumyulack: Thanks guys.

Lili: *coos*

Korvo: Oh we missed you too Lili. *tickles Lili chin as she giggles*

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone come down the stairs

Evil Terry: So, how are you kids feeling? Pretty sleepy after long day?

The kids nod tiredly

Yumyulack: Yeah. *yawns* Today's been crazy...

Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: *tiredly* Yeah…

Later, Korvo tucks the children into bed and closes the door.

Korvo: I am so happy our children are back home, safe and sound.

Terry: Me too.

Korvo: *yawns* Shall we head to our bedroom, my darling Terry-bear?

Terry: Yeah...

The two husbands then head to their bedroom. A few seconds later, Korvo tucks Lili to bed and gives her a kiss on the forehead as she coos in her sleep. The two husband then tuck themselves in as they kiss each other good night.

Korvo: Good night Terry-bear…

Terry: Night, Korvy...

The two husbands kiss each other on the lips good night and heads to sleep as they snuggle and cuddle with each other lovingly.

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #the new solar opposites #tervo #korvo #terry solar opposites #british korvo #yumyulack #jesse solar opposites #the pupa #sonya solar opposites #janiz solar opposites #evil terry #kimber solar opposites #dr. weatherstone #Spotify #the gargoyle ray #max solar opposites #aisha solar opposites #eva solar opposites #Lili Solar opposites #human korvo #human yumyulack #human terry #human jesse #human pupa #human Aisha #human eva #human max #human evil terry

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 197

“Guys look, I got us pet rocks!” 

“That’s nice- Danny, why are the rocks moving?” 

“Ectoplasm. Obviously. They eat bad emotions, isn’t that cool?!” 

“They aren’t going to get that big though, right? I mean, we’re moving to the countryside but still.”

“I mean, they shouldn’t? Dang, maybe I should have asked Dora more questions…” 

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #Team Phantom moves to Smallville #With their pet rocks that do in fact grow #There’s a giant stone crab with part of a forest on its back #And a ray-thing buried under their fields napping until lightning storms #And a meteorite whale thing #to name the biggest 3 #Clark LOVES visiting the neighbors whenever he comes back home #He gets swarmed by the pet rocks #He also eventually gets permission to take a couple of tiny ones to give to his friends #Bruce is staring blankly at the Very Tiny gargoyle staring up at him with bits of black ecto lichen mimicking his cowl #Why yes the pet rocks are indeed influenced by the person they’re with and their surroundings

[pinkbeeps]

Malleus- "Wait, I can explain!"

#credit to ray for the gif #he just turns into a gargoyle and flies away... #malleus draconia #twst #twisted wonderland #i think i fucked up my malleus fr

[thebibliomancer]

Tony saying “no hard feelings” to Doom tho

#because he’s sorry about every other murder he did #but with Doom it’s like eh #iron man #space friends #they live again #halcyon #silver surfer #gargoyle #frog man #patsy walker #hellcat #war machine #VICTOR VON DOOM #every genius in New York in the middle of inventing a death ray: ‘Aw dammit’

[determunition]

i took the switcheroo week as an excuse to finally try my hand at some scrybeswap designs! got a bit carried away as you can see, i love doing character design so much

decided to keep their species/major design elements fairly consistent (e.g. grimora's makeup, mag being vague and indistinct, leshy having nonhuman legs, p03 only having one arm) while still switching up their aesthetics as needed; super happy with all of these as a result!

design notes for each scrybe under the cut! def open to any further questions or curiosities, i always think way too hard about characters while designing them lmao

P03:

scrybe of the dead: i went for a possessed tv vibe; he's still mechanical but those bones do have a living soul trapped in them...also shoutout to @squid-hug for suggesting the x-ray machine, i was very tickled by that lmao

scrybe of beasts: overgrown old bot was kind of a given for this one, but i was also thinking that the plants are part of what's keeping him running somehow

scrybe of magicks: the magic eye is the core powering that top monitor, and the two side monitors display what he's seeing with that eye at any given time

grimora:

scrybe of beasts: she's a witch! like a chill terry pratchett kind of witch, she works with a lot of herbs and such; also her makeup is meant to mimic blood drops

scrybe of magicks: magick grimora is more of a warlock type, her magic is a lot more sinister and she almost never opens her eyes (whereas her third eye is basically always open)

scrybe of tech: tech grimora is kind of a wacky machinist-flavored dr. frankenstein; she inscribes by writing on circuitboards!

leshy:

scrybe of the dead: this leshy is a gargoyle/vampire hybrid! i thought a mirror would be fun for him bc you can get two different cultural refs; medusa (bc stone gargoyle), and the idea that vampires don't appear in mirrors!

scrybe of magicks: i decided to make him a bird guy (kinda harpy-esque) bc he's basically a more whimsical baba yaga hermit; the baba yaga thing carries over from slavic folklore obvs. also he has polycoria!

scrybe of tech: tech leshy was super fun, bc he's steampunk! rather than animal legs i gave him digitigrade robot legs, but other than that he's the most like, normal human guy here probably lmao; despite his well-adjusted appearance though i still think he's got a bit of freaky wonk in him

magnificus:

scrybe of the dead: this one was very ring-inspired lol, got those clump of hair you found in the shower drain vibes

scrybe of beasts: bush magnificus real! i think he'd be a bit more quirky trickster fae in this form

scrybe of tech: one of my favorites; tech mag is an emaciated cyborg draped in so many loose cords and wires that you can't tell what he looks like anymore. a lot of those cords are connected to him, and he plugs them in wherever as needed! he also has a drawing stylus, making him just an average art student tbh lmao

#inscryption #inscryptober #p03 inscryption #grimora inscryption #leshy inscryption #magnificus inscryption #scrybeswap #trying so hard not to develop 18 million ideas for these guys lmao #i love a design exercise

[writing-house-of-m]

Cold hands, Warm hearts

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Natasha warms you up on a cold day with an impromptu date

A/N: This is for @esouliie ! You can all thank her for this because I don't know when I would have gotten something new finished. This was also the result of there being way too many 'missing Natasha hours' recently (I've also been having a lot of 'missing Wanda hours' too and have re-watched WandaVision because of it). But, everyone... this fic... is so freaking cute and I hope you all think so too. Happy reading and let me know who you think!

"Hey," you hear a familiar rasp from over your shoulder. 

You didn't think you would hear from her so soon. She told you she was going to be busy, which is code for ‘away on a mission’, so have kept yourself occupied for the last few weeks trying not to think of the red head. Which is easier said than done. 

Every morning when you wake up disappointment fills you not seeing her there. Your intertwined lives are now routine. 

It is hard to adjust when she is away, especially when it is for weeks and what feels like no end in sight. On top of that, with missions like these, there is no communication between you to fill the Natasha shaped hole in your life. 

Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier to be involved with someone else, anyone else for that matter, but the thought is gone as quick as it comes because no one could ever replace the way she makes you feel. 

The first week of her absence you filled your free time as much as you could by catching up with friends and family. You constantly found yourself avoiding the question about why you have been so distant recently. It was the one thing Natasha requested from you - not telling anyone about your relationship with her - to, in her words ‘keep you safe'. 

You still remember the way she looked at you. It was the first time you could see past the facade she held, seeing the worry linger in her eyes for a split second. The intensity of her gaze and her hesitance was a strange thing to witness. When you nodded your head in agreement her smile was soft, almost relieved. In that moment you realized you would agree to anything she asked just to see that vulnerable side again. You felt privileged. 

This second and third week have been much slower, a lot of your time has been spent in the four walls of your apartment because of last minute canceled plans and much needed maintenance needed around your home. 

So you decide today, cold be damned, you will be taking a walk through your local park. You shared this little wonder of a place with Natasha in your fourth month of being together, happy to be able to reveal a bit more of you and your life. 

It is a public place, more people pass by here than in the street where you live. But you got to show Natasha all the overlooked secrets; little winding paths that lead to flower gardens, a pond hidden behind some bushes and the gargoyles you can see from one spot when standing in a specific angle by a monument in the center. You even pointed out some regulars you see because of all your time here. From the confined elderly wanting a bit of liberation from their mundane lives to daring children trying to climb the tallest tree they can find. 

A breeze rushes past, the cold chilling you to your bones and you inwardly curse at yourself. Trust you to have picked the coldest day for some freedom. Initially, the brisk air was making you regret your decision, that was until the sun came out. It didn't do a whole lot against the freezing temperature, but it did look pretty against the frost and ice distracting you from the chilly weather. 

The way the sun's rays shine between the branches that stretched out over your head reminded you of spring time and how much you couldn’t wait for the season to change. 

Just as you were about to get out from the clearing for some much needed sunlight and heat on your face, that’s when you heard Natasha. 

It has been so long you think you are hearing things, that is until you turn your head and see her. The long army green coat she is wearing almost makes her look taller. 

Almost. 

Strands of red hair peek out from the beanie Natasha is wearing, a braid is tucked into her pulled up collar and she has a soft smile on her face. One you have noticed she reserves for you. 

It takes everything in you to not run over and jump into her arms, to press your nose into her neck to get a smell of the home you have been craving. 

Big scenes are not her thing, you’ve learnt. 

Instead your eyes drop to her gloved hands holding two hot drinks which takes you out of your stupor and smiling brighter in return. You almost want to ask how she knew where you were but then remember her profession. 

"You look cold," there is a playfulness to Natasha’s voice matching her smirk. 

Regardless of how wrapped up you are, you know your scarf hasn't done much to stop your face from getting cold, it must be covered in a light blush. 

"I could say the same about you," you raise an eyebrow with your own smirk. A noticeable pink tint is adorning her cheeks and nose from the cold bite of the air. You wonder how long she has been trailing you. 

Natasha's smile widens as closes in and hands you one of the cups. You take off your gloves, shoving them into your pocket to allow the heat to bring back the feeling in your frozen hands as you bring it to your nose to take a whiff. Your favorite, of course it is. 

She leans in and pecks you on the lips, her still warm palm from the drink sinks into your cheek making you forget about the kiss of the sun you were walking towards. Natasha disappoints you with how short her lips are on yours, you were hoping for something that was more than just a split second considering how long it has been. 

Although Natasha pulls back it is only by an inch as she remains close to ask, "Where are you going?" 

Her voice is low and her warm breath is a nice contrast to the icy wind. 

Your eyes flutter close as you revel in her presence and soak up the warmth she brings. Brushing your nose against hers you reply, "Wherever my feet take me," you smile and open your eyes to the green ones you selfishly wish to keep to yourself. "I'm glad I have some company now," you whisper. 

"I hope you weren't expecting anyone else," Natasha says with a twitch of an eyebrow. 

You shake your head. "Definitely not," you say, pressing a small kiss to her lips, one that lasts longer than the mediocre one she gave you. "I missed you." 

You like seeing her like this. Carefree. Soft. Unguarded. 

Well as unguarded as can be, it was something you picked up in your first few months of spending time together - Natasha is always alert. The way her eyes flint around every so often, looking around to quickly survey her surroundings, always cautious of any lingering threats. To the untrained eye it looks like she is taking in the scenery, but you know after knowing her for as long as you have. 

Over time it is a habit you have even picked up from her, making you wonder if there are things she has picked up from you. 

Natasha stands by your side allowing you to loop an arm around her waist while you take a sip of your beverage. It leaves a warm trail as it makes its way down your throat. It still isn't as warm as the way Natasha makes you feel though as cheesy as that may sound. 

"Thank you for this, I didn't realize how much I needed it," you say, signaling the paper cup. 

She smiles at you to acknowledge your gratitude. "You're never one to think ahead, plus I saw you shiver," Natasha remarks. 

You scoff, shaking your head, "I did not shiver." 

Some children are laughing not too far in front of you which distracts both of your attentions away from your conversation. A large puddle of water has frozen over and seems to be the main source of entertainment for the little gang. 

The two of you stop to watch their innocence, a pang of jealousy hits you because of how carefree and innocent they are. Not a single worry showing on their faces in this cruel world. 

You have been fortunate to only hear about the atrocities always going on. More so since you started to date Natasha. She doesn't go into detail about her line of work but the faraway look she has on her face sometimes after certain assignments tells you all you need to know. It fills you with pride knowing you are Natasha’s source of domestic normalcy. 

One of the snuggly wrapped up boys slips and tries to regain his footing before he falls to the ground making you let out a breath of laughter. The scene is something straight from a cartoon as the boy tries to find balance when trying to stand again while the rest laugh at him. A boy in a puffy gray coat, who is howling with laughter, loses his feet from under him sending him straight to the ground landing on his butt making the rest of them exclaim even louder. 

The smile you see in your peripheral vision tells you Natasha is enjoying this too. 

"How long had you been watching me before you decided to come over, stalker?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

"Long enough to see you shiver," Natasha accuses in her husky voice. 

You bark out a laugh, "I do not shiver!" 

"Yeah, yeah, you keep lying to yourself," Natasha smirks. 

You spend long minutes, people watching while sipping on your drinks and basking in this precious stolen time you get to spend with each other. 

The children are fewer now, some of them have left with their parents while the rest stay. They have started a game to see who can stay on their feet the longest as they try to knock each other down. 

Sometimes you forget Natasha’s past, what little you know of it, and almost ask about her childhood. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking 'What did you get up to as a kid?’ 

Instead, you face Natasha as she continues to stare on at the scene; her side profile is enough to show her fatigue. You place your empty cup on the wall beside you so you can take her face in your hands. 

Natasha takes your lead to turn in your direction allowing you to take in all of her features. 

"You look tired," you whisper in concern as your thumb rubs along her cheekbone. 

"Gee, thanks(!)" Natasha chuckles at her own sarcasm. 

"Nat," you start, ready to reprimand her for not being serious. 

"We’ve had some long days. But don’t worry, I'll be off for the holidays,” Natasha replies. “You'll have me for two weeks. That’s enough time for you to get sick of having me around. By the end of it you’re going to want to be rid of me." 

"Impossible," you say without thinking then lean in to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. 

Natasha turns her head slightly to meet your lips, sighing when she allows herself a moment of being wrapped up in you. 

A buzzing sound makes you stop before you can deepen the kiss any further. You let out a breath of disdain from Natasha’s phone ruining your moment. Natasha smiles at you apologetically, taking the device from her pocket. 

While Natasha checks the notification you give her some privacy, picking up both empty cups to discard them. 

When you return and meet Natasha's eyes, the sparkle that was there just moments ago has faded as regret takes over. She is being called back. 

"Three more days, then you're all mine, Romanoff,” you smile. “And for a whole two weeks!" you exaggerate in hopes to lessen the blow of her having to leave. "How did I get so lucky? I guess I'm being spoiled this season." 

You know you succeed when you see the corners of Natasha's lips raise slightly before she holds onto your coat and pulls you in kissing you again. 

Her phone buzzes impatiently, interrupting you again . 

"I have to go," Natasha says, her warm breath fanning over your face as she rests her forehead against yours. ”But just know, I’m the lucky one here.” 

You smile at her confession and revel once more in the warmth she provides before you have to face the harsh cold that comes with the Winter months alone. 

Kissing Natasha’s forehead you meet her loving green gaze once more. "Come back to me," you breathe out as light as the breeze chilling you. 

"Always," Natasha says, sweetly and just as quiet. Her voice carries the weight of more than the one worded sentence she has spoken. 

Taking a breath, Natasha gives you a final peck before she drags herself away from you. 

Your arm stretches out as Natasha walks away, your hand lingering in hers for those extra few seconds of comfort. But mostly because you don't want to let her go. 

Saying goodbye is always difficult no matter how short the visit. 

As you watch her walk away you think about the first time you met the assassin. 

Out of all the windows in the city Natasha crashed through yours. Your shock had you frozen in place until she tried to stumble out of your apartment but collapsed from fatigue because of the fight she had just endured. 

After getting over the fact an Avenger covered in dirt and blood had ruined your new rug, you used your limited first aid knowledge to nurse her back to health. When she awoke a few hours later, she told you just how crappy of a job you had done. 

What got Natasha’s attention was when you quipped back saying you should have let her bleed out to make a quick buck off of all of her equipment to pay for the damages she caused. 

When she left a short while later you didn’t think you would ever see her in person again. You were looking forward to being able to tell all the people in your life about the encounter with an actual superhero. 

Reality hit you in the gut with the name of ‘Non Disclosure Agreement’ and a clean up crew which you couldn’t be mad about. 

Unbeknownst to you, after your first meeting Natasha couldn't stop herself from wanting to see you again. Her mind drifted to the ‘kind’ (your words not hers) stranger who applied sloppy bandages to her arm and stomach. The messy job would have gotten infected if she hadn’t woken up. Natasha caught herself smiling at the memory too often and had to force herself to be present for work. 

Life went on and your encounter felt less and less real as each day passed. Until one evening, while in your office building working late, you received a call telling you you were needed on the roof. Skeptical as you were, you obeyed thinking of the promotion you had been working so hard toward. 

What you hadn’t expected was a fully healed Black Widow to emerge from the shadows, playfully schooling you to not comply with shady orders received late at night. Then insulting you with how boring your life was and how you should learn to cook for yourself instead of wasting all your money on take-out. 

Surprise was an understatement and instead of letting that show, like your mouth wasn’t already slightly hanging open from the shock while she spoke, you decided to play Natasha’s game and call her out for the stalker that she was. 

Since then your meetings have been sporadic but it didn’t stop you both from falling for each other. Who knew a year and a half on you would be in a relationship with each other, life would have made more sense if you had stopped talking. But you have defied the odds and are still going strong. 

When you make it back to your apartment you find flowers waiting for you on the kitchen counter making you smile. A card attached to them with a message in Natasha’s handwriting that reads ‘3 more days ♡’ makes you feel like your heart is going to burst from emotion. 

Needless to say that smile never left your face throughout you making dinner all the way up until the moment you go to bed that night. Natasha somehow always has a habit of making you feel like a giddy teenager. 

You couldn’t wait to see her again. The gift you have been wanting to give to her for a few weeks has been hidden under your towels in the kitchen cabinet. You can only hope she doesn't already know about it. 

The next time you are together you are going to give her a key to your apartment so that she knows she will always have a place to come back to. 

A place she can call home. 

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[ataraxiaspainting]

Heyy!! I don’t know if you still do Chrollo fics , but if you’re doing recommendations/commissions , can you make something like where the readers like “do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” and he’s like “yes. of course I will my darling” ?? It’s based off a sound I heard somewhere .. I think the song is called “I want it all” by Lana del ray. Thank you!! 🫶

damn he really would say that huh?

Bad Habit.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: “Where there is carnage, there is beauty.”

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, general anxiety and uneasiness, references to disturbing works of art (Saturn Devouring His Son, The Nightmare, Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan), manipulation, and talks of violence.

Word Count: 900.

*~*~*~*

There are as many things people can see as beautiful as there are shades of light shining through a prism.

Spectrums are quite common along with comparison and placement. It varies greatly from person to person, their preferences and their life experiences and their joys, and their fears.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yes, but the eye of the beholder is also the window to their soul, to their psychological responses and traumas and memories of a past that would rather either be forgotten or worshiped. Every soul is different, and there is beauty in that. So, why do you find the heart and soul of Chrollo Lucilfer, whom many would call beautiful if they never knew him for what he truly is, so, so simply lovely? It does not have to do with his mannerisms or his confidence or his knowledge of virtually everything in this world, you concluded one day, after receiving yet another call from him, with him, as always, asking general questions like if you miss him and such. It is because he is the only thing I can cling to that will stay here, with me.

You cling onto him like a lost puppy, yearning for any sort of affection they can get no matter the cost. You did that when he first transported you from one place to another with hardly regarding any words from you on the matter. You do that now, in this art museum, full of unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar artwork and unfamiliar architecture. You missed home, back then. You still do now, and Chrollo still does not care one bit.

His hand is like a cuff, his arm like a chain, as he walks with you from one room to the next. But, still, it is the only thing that keeps you from falling apart.

So, like a sort of dance, you two move in sync. It is up to Chrollo as to if or when you will stop. It is never up to you, after all.

Does Chrollo enhance the horrific allure of these paintings, or does he once again bring all the attention to himself?

*~*~*~*

“Mythology often comes from our own woes.” He says, pointing upward, slowly, to Cronos’s eyes, which are bloodshot and large and dark. “A popular theory was that Goya was representing an oppressive government through Kronos, and the son that was prophesized to kill him as an adult represented the people who had started to revolt. But others don’t see it that way, oddly enough.”

You don’t respond, you simply look at the beheaded infant, which looks so soft and so rotten at the same time, with blood and deskinned chewed flesh running down his neck. He fits into his father’s hands perfectly, like he was made to be eaten.

*~*~*~*

“While most incubi are written and drawn as physically attractive creatures, this one in particular looks more akin to a gargoyle than that of a man.” He hums, and you can feel his hand wrap more tightly around yours. Not so much in a strangling, hurtful way, but rather just in a sort of reminderful way. “Maybe Fuseli was trying to make sure that the point of what the incubus really is is sent across to the viewers?”

With not a single word coming out of your mouth, a sure sign that you are zoning out his words, he squeezes a bit tighter to get your attention back where he wants it to be.

“What do you think, beloved?”

Once again, instead of answering, you choose to remain silent and focus your attention on other things. So, you look around. To the floor. To your high heels. Everything else, anything else. Only silence remains for a few more moments, but when the silence is not enjoyed any longer with another increase in his grip, you decide to answer before you get yourself into trouble.

“...I… I think that maybe it deals with sleep paralysis.”

Chrollo widens his eyes and smirks, and from those actions alone you know you have created a believable lie and concept that is sure to be amusing to him.

You’re forgiven.

*~*~*~*

“Historians say that the son’s death was the point of no return for Ivan.” A cradling of the arms and a Cat’s Cradle are the same; they both trap those within them.

Eyes are still eyes, whether they are real or not. Ivan the Terrible’s show a thousand tragedies and a thousand other faces his destiny could have worn, if he pushed the other one aside, if he had the strength to.

“Just like how Ivan was his son’s undoing, his son was also his.”

*~*~*~*

“...Would you ever kill for me?”

Violence is often not the only path Chrollo can choose to take. His words can be another, albeit that road will be much longer, and less smooth.

Who knows what he will choose when the hour of the heist comes to fruition when the art can finally be grasped and never let go of?

Which path do you prefer?

Which path does he prefer?

Do you prefer to be threatened with sweet honey that sticks to your skin or is so hot that it burns it?

“Of course, my dear.”

What you find grotesque, like the way the topic of violence is spoken so naturally from you and him, Chrollo always seems to find beautiful, like the way your moving lips are so lush.

…

Paintings are often just a reflection of how the world is, after all.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Prevarication

[Reader can be assumed neutral.]

TW: Body image issues; Yandere.

Hudd sits quietly in your vacant room.

He's not meant to be here, of course.

He has better things to do, now more than ever. This is utterly beneath him, every aspect of it.

In fact, ever since he met you, the historian has been tumbling down a flight of endless stairs leading him to an abyss of ruthless indignity. Truly, the demonoid believes that, if he doesn't miraculously find his footing amidst each painful tumble, it will only end with his pride shattered in a million microscopic pieces.

What's left of it anyway…

Hudsyn knew he didn't have much to begin with by the time he approached you. Because who even approaches a human for help? They're such helpless creatures on their own, almost entirely devoid of use in most situations. Stupid. Pointless. Active sophists, denialists, mendacious, perverters of truth-

It was a fool's gamble.

And Hudd tried before, past the wounds of people calling him insane at every turn, he tried to keep his chin up and hope that someone of minimal value would open their eyes, come to see that he pursues nothing but the most noble of goals.

Hope is fleeting however. He supposes he was also bankrupt on that by the time he had ventured to the surface. The surface… As much as it is filled with wondrous sites to explore, it's also deeply bothersome with its intense daylight. Days in Hell are a lot less visually stressful. Probably because there's no standard sun around the annexes, only magical imitations of a day cycle- Meaning the light Perdition inhabitants are exposed to is a lot less intense than raw sun rays. Past the shock of it, Hudsyn has to keep an even closer look on his robes, because it's hard to project facial features when a more potent source of light drowns out his own.

And, frankly, he looks garish enough, the last thing the demon needs is to look totally faceless to strangers.

Nevertheless, in retrospect, if Hudd had to guess what led him to you, it was probably a combo of hopelessness, physical stress, lack of self-respect… And, naturally, your vapid musing out loud.

He wanted to believe, desperately, for a second, that someone actually gave half as much of a shit as he did. In that moment, it didn't matter if you were human, demon, gargoyle- Fuck, you could have been a barely strung together ghoul, he would have still sprinted and sat beside you like a fumbling buffoon.

He regrets that day so much.

For fuck's sake, he's talking about it like it happened years ago when it hasn't even been a measly week… So why does it feel like Hudd's known you forever?

Sure, you said a few weird things to him that kind of put the historian at edge, you're a little weirdo, he has to concede, but you're what he's been desperately craving for all this time. A pair of functioning ears with a decently working brain between them- Someone who respects him! Who cares, who's minimally knowledgeable, critical of everything that's taken as gospel or, at the very least, willing to learn better. Willing to understand that his time is valuable and his findings even more so.

You're a gem.

Hudsyn knows he disappeared on you the day you met. And even if what you did weirded him out, on its own it wouldn't be enough to make him leave. He's seen weirder people with much less harmless quirks. No, he was nervous then. Anxious. He needed to leave sooner or later, because there was too much on his mind.

There's always too much on his mind.

But that was a different type of information. One Hudd couldn't neatly file away in organized categories, picking and plucking and flipping at it to crack secrets out. That was personal, deep, hit him in places he didn't really know how to handle. It was chaos. You made him feel chaotic, impulsive and intense in ways that had exactly zero in common with the hysteria he can sometimes fall into in the midst of his work.

It took mountains of effort for the demonoid not to reach out and touch you. In fact, he had been trying to put space between you all that time to keep himself grounded, even when you seemed receptive to more contact, when you tried to start flirting, for whatever reason. Why would you flirt with him? In truth, Hudsyn just wanted to feel your hair. He wanted to touch your cheek and place your hand in yours. It's small. You're small. Small enough to hold, he's sure of it. He would have liked to. Maybe kiss you. His mouth… Well, you wouldn't enjoy it.

Point is, you remind him of how lonely he is. Sure, better alone than with bad company, but now that he's met someone whose company is not just tolerable but enjoyable, he doesn't really want to be apart from you anymore. It's depressing.

Hudd knew what was happening to him by the time he got over his own shaking to seek you out again. He had deviated from his work just to speak with that little human again… He knew, he knew he was falling into something destructive- But he also had to, because if the demonoid didn't, then he'd just be thinking about you day and night in a rut, brain muddled and knotting itself into a ball.

He doesn't regret it.

You were… So nice to him.

Offered him tea.

Said his eyes were pretty. You idiot, they're hardly eyes to begin with.

Said he was well-spoken.

Said he was cultured.

That you could listen to him for a whole day.

And his heart just fluttered so incredibly hard that Hudd could feel his fur stand on end. It wasn't the only thing that wanted to stand, given your choice of wardrobe, but that's beyond the matter.

Was that a date? Was that your first date? Sure, Hudsyn invited himself into your living space, but you reacted so well, you looked at him so enraptured by his speech… That was a date. Some kind of date. And it went very well. Enough so that he can feel himself smiling at the thought of repeating the experience.

He hopes you smile at the concept too.

As memories flood him, the historian feels himself shiver again. It's more of a rattle, the short fur on his form bristling with the sincerity of his emotions. Hudd wonders if you'd ever willingly invite him into your bedroom, or if he's just continuing to poke where he doesn't belong. He's always been good at that.

How different would that bizarre night have been if he had gotten over his own trance and said something bolder? If you had taken him by the hand, or even the horns, and led him to your bed? Which he coincidentally sits upon now.

Would you say you wanted him?

Maybe it's far-fetched, but Hudsyn likes to imagine you would. After all the rules he's broken and the punishments be carries, Hudd desperately wants to think you'd look at his body and call it beautiful. The same way you described his eyes. Or, at the very least, that you'd look past his blemishes and accept his affections.

He's not pretty like you.

He did look good before, but those days are gone, shelved, covered in dust and cobwebs and all the resentment his heart can hold- He hates beauty in others.

But it's tolerable in you. Because your beauty is the perfect type. The natural one. It shows in all parts of your human figure and he's sure the envious must burn to a crisp at the sight of you, the ones that can decipher that perfection for what it really is.

Hudsyn gets images of you sprawled on this very same bed, your hair disheveled and the same pajamas you wore that night slipping away from your soft skin. You don't care that it's revealing, don't care that you're teasing him, you're just that comfortable. He sees his own pale, bleached hands dragging the fabric down further, greedy for more- And his imagination is so vivid he swears he feels the heat of your skin on his knuckles, the pliant molding of your body as you stretch lazily and part your legs, giving him a view that-

Hudd groans.

His robes shift, and the fantasy dies immediately.

Because if you can't get over his blemishes then you'll certainly never come to accept his genitals. Just feeling his exterior protrusions -He doesn't know what to call them, they're not claspers or tendrils, but they move and swell- Pulse is a painful reminder that he's packing something very weird, and not just by human standards. You wouldn't want that. But that doesn't mean he can't fool himself.

By the time he feels his cock unfurl and poking at the top of his slit, the demonoid huffs, resigning himself to his self-inflicted predicament and lifting his robes out of the way. His dick emerges faster than ever before, probably because he's been in a dry spell for way too long- He likes to keep track of things, but as the years passed, Hudsyn grew a little too embarrassed to keep doing so in this regard.

It's a dark grayish member that curves firmly upwards, thin but long enough to make some men jealous. Hudd pulses, it's not a throb, he can see his own member contract and dilate as if he's going to lay something. But Hudsyn doesn't lay eggs. Maybe he was meant to, and something went wrong, he's not sure. He doesn't care. Beneath his strangely flexible dick, his clit perks and his pussy clenches, starting to make a mess of your sheets.

Yeah, a human might say he's uh- Kinda fucky.

Beyond his own self-awareness, the historian entertains the idea that you might, by a small miracle, react positively to his package. That you'd reach out, on your knees -Because really, that's a human's place in the end. Since the dawn of time, your race has been nothing but a toy- And use your mouth to show your appreciation towards Hudd. Because his time is valuable, and you're a generous little human, aren't you?

What part of him would you want first?

Maybe you'd go for his cock, he hums while looping a hand over his own length, tugging it leisurely from root to tapered tip, imagining it's your small hand, that you'd tongue at his end and try to take him into your throat- Failing, naturally. He's too much for most, but you'd keep attempting anyway, gagging and drooling viscerally, just to please him. Hudsyn shudders, panting in the quiet of your room.

Or, perhaps, you'd service his cunt. It's been so long since he's had anything inside him, your sweet tongue would do just fine, your fingers, your perfect unblemished digits curling into all those wonderful spots while you suck his clit and pump his cock and pop back just to moan how happy you are that he gave you the time of day-

Hudsyn makes a raspy croak of pleasure, arching on your bed like a slut in heat, eyes closed, one hand fisting his shaft furiously and the other filling his pussy. Who is he fucking kidding anymore? You could bend him over in two, he might almost beg for more.

It should be him thanking you.

For listening to him.

Finding him interesting.

Letting him converse with you even when he invaded your home.

Hudd needs to thank you for making sure his pride doesn't wilt completely. Beyond all his denial, all his mixed feelings, he knows that to be the truth.

He feels accomplished around you. Apt. Intelligent.

Wanted.

And fuck, he wants you ten times more. He wants his sweet mentee right at his side. Forever.

The image of you mouthing a tender "I love you" against his soaked cunt and moving up to kiss his length, lacing your hand with his, hits Hudd like lightning.

He doesn't know what shape he's contorting into, horns tearing into your poor sheets and that stump of a tail swatting around as his thighs flex and he orgasms harder than he could ever expect, snarling.

Thankfully, most of the monster's cum falls on his own stomach and robes, this pearly white mess that's going to matt his fur if he doesn't take care of it soon. Still, all Hudd's worried about is riding out the last of his high, fingers still pumping and dick twitching, oozing.

When Hudsyn's minimally coherent, he can only bask in his own shame, clarity chiding him. Mild panic rises in the demonoid's chest when he notices the very suspicious wet spots on your bed.

Fuck.

Now what?

The sound of keys turning has the historian almost squealing in distress.

Hudd jumps off your bed, still exposed and dripping and trembling with aftershocks. He strips his robes fully, crumples them into a gross ball, then throws them out your window.

Just before you can push the door to your bedroom open, he whimpers and vanishes into thin air.

…

It smells kinda funny in here.

#Hudd oc #pinnie's art #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terato #terat0philliac #monsterfucker #monster boyfriend #not sfw #nsft #minors dni

[theold-ultraviolence]

What are modern!Aemond’s favorite things about being a parent and the things he struggles with the most?

Hello my darling!! again, so sorry for the late reply. But I kinda wanted to do something different than the usual headcanons or shorter replies I've been posting lately! I really wanted to challenge the mental block I've been feeling since last year and actually write a little something, so here ya go! hope you like this and hope this answers your question!! x

Aemond hasn't slept a wink.

He's been perched on his reclining chair all night, right by Amaelia's beside. By a cruel prank whatever divine force is angry with him right now, Amaelia caught some sort of stomach bug, on the very same night that his wife had to leave for a work trip - for the first time since giving birth to Amaelia. And while this isn't, by any means, the first time his daughter has been ill, it's the first time he's had to take care of her on his own.

He's watching like a gargoyle, with his eye fixed on Amaelia's breathing, carefully monitoring her temperature every five minutes, like clockwork. He frets about waking her every time his trembling hand rests on her forehead, but, he has to make sure. And like the royal guards of the bedtime stories he reads to her, he's standing by with Tylenol and a glass of water in case her temperature flares up, and a bin in case she throws up again - ready to combat whatever might decide to hurt her next.

This, he decides, has got to be the only thing he dreads about being a parent. If this were any other problem, like bullies in school, or a scraped knee, he could take care of it. He could be storming the principal's office in no time, or scare away the bullies with one of his infamous glares; a scraped tee only takes some mending and lots of hugs afterward - maybe an indulgent treat. But these sorts of illnesses he cannot see, cannot predict how bad they'll escalate, or if they're a symptom of something worse. This is killing him. And braving it alone is killing him.

He gazes at his baby with a forlorn twinkle in his eyes, missing his wife, missing the day before this, when Amaelia was being her bubbly self, jumping up and down in bed while her mother packed for the trip.

His baby.

Amaelia is like a living poem; as Aemond observes, his heart races as his eye travels along the many paths and landmarks of her face that represent the love his wife and him share. The more she grows, the less he can tell where he ends and his wife begins, as Amaelia blooms into her own. In this very moment though, he can pinpoint certain traces and echoes of him, in the shape of her pouty lips as she sleeps; and of his wife, in the way her long eyelashes are delicately cushioned against her chubby cheeks.

This is the best part, he muses to himself. Having participated in the creation of something truly magical, and watch, as time goes by, how that magical being keeps transforming, and surprising him with things about the world that he would've deemed mundane if Amaelia hadn't brushed her strokes of magic upon them. Like when Amaelia told him that in Germany, ladybugs are referred to "Mary Beetles", which is something that his sister Helaena must have told her, but it kick-started Amaelia's fascination over them, and now, whenever she spots a ladybug in their garden, a beautiful awestruck glow paints her face. And he's absolutely certain that he sees light, actual rays of sunlight radiating from her eyes when he cradles the bug in her tiny palms.

It's magic.

And by gods, he's gonna make sure he takes care of her little bud of magic, no matter how terrifying it gets, no matter the hardships and struggles.

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond #dad!aemond #modern!aemond's family #my writing #aemond targaryen x reader #reader insert #my aus #my oc: amaelia targaryen

[ghostieyanyan]

~Fox and their love-sick hound~

Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc

Warning: yandere, hunting (its rook...), stalking, drugs??,

I really wanted to write something for this. like I said in the mainly art version of this. I 100% think Rook as a Dog is a Golden retriever. they're hunting dogs but also little ray of sunshine. i know there is a movie about the fox and the hound but in the movie the dog is a blood hound. but rook... as a golden retriever.. i had to qwq

~~You found the fanfic! There’s an art piece that goes with this, here you go! Enjoy ^^~~

~~~~~

Surprise! surprise! the classes were over and everyone were doing their club activity. You were just stopping by each club to see how everyone was doing. a friendly visit, you can say.

You stopped by the music club and saw that their 3 members were playing a new rhythm game on cater's phone.

You stopped by the Basketball club. you quickly left when you say Floyd throwing the balls like they were dodgeballs...

you stopped by the board game club. Azul and Idia were playing a card game that you couldn't understand with Azul honey laced words trying to explain it to you.

you see the film club in the hallway for a film shot. vil seems to be lecturing a freshmen... fun.

you see malleus on the roof looking at gargoyles, you wave to him and he waves back.

you watched Riddle ride his horse, flawlessly. Silver was sleeping on a horse and Sebek was screaming at him to wake up.. fun.

the magical shift club were playing their game

you see Jack and Deuce running around the school and you quickly yelled at them to not to drink water.

now the science club, you were honestly on the fence on even entering. its nothing about the club that made you uncomfortable. it was a certain hunter that did.

when you first meet him, he went on and on with compliments about your beauty. at first it was nice and quite flattering but it started to make you feel uncomfortable and you started to feel a little self-conscious. did everyone notice that you misplace your buttons? or did everyone notice the way you part your hair? all this "positive" attention was too much for you to handle and when you confront him about it.... it was like he was holding back before cause now he just wont stop! You started to avoid him every chance you got. the spotlight was just too much for you to take and you didn't have the heart to tell anyone about how you felt about this. it was too embarrassing and frankly silly to not like all the "praise".

you were still at the door to the science club... and you really didn't want to leave this club with say hi or checking in like the others... plus! Trey will be there! he might help if Rook does... a Rook.

You took a deep breathe for courage and open the door. you were introduced to a cloud of purple mist that smelled floral but sour? with the force of the mist, you were knocked down on the floor. you immediately braced yourself on the floor. the mist took a good minute for it clear out.

"Little pup! Are you okay?"

towering over you stood Divus Crewel, you couldn't see his face but you did see his coat which helped you to identify him. his hand was extended to you.

"im okay.. what happened here??"

you took his hand and stood. with your other hand, you waved off the remaining mist.

"tsk.. it seems a pup mixed the wrong herbs to the base making the reactions to be more... monstrous than it was intended. we normally have good ventilation here but.. frankly, if you haven't open the doors, we'd likely suffocated by the fumes, so thank you pup."

he starts to walk away to check his students, leaving you standing there process what he said... good thing you went into the science club then huh.. you thought. you make your way in the class room and helped some of the students clear out the rest of the mist, it was still kinda hard to see everyone but with a little wave of a notebook as a makeshift fan, it cleared up quickly.

you noticed that there is a lot of beastmen in here? weird but you didnt seem to mind too much. the kicker is when you recognize a non-beastmen beastmen.

"trey? aww you have cute little doggy ears!"

Trey has cute dog ears on his head! one of the ear's is up and the other is flopped down. They were just the cutest! As you were distacted by his ears, he laughs and turns to show off his tail. he knew what he was doing.

"heh.. we were making transformation potions kinda like the sea Witch but instead of turning merfolk into human, we tried humans into beastmen."

"ah.. that makes sense but... umm... may i..?"

you motion to his tail and ears. he lets out a charming laugh and nods. your face beamed as he bends down to you so you can pet his ears. they were so soft and when you brushed your finger on the bottom edge of his ears, they twitched. you tried to hold your joyish squeal and just hugged trey.

"hehe... im guessing you like my ears and tail?"

"mhmm..." you said in his shoulder

"you dont look half bad yourself, perfect"

you felt a flitch on your... head, no... ears? you immediately push yourself off trey and ran to the nearest glass shelf to look at yourself in the reflection. you had big long ears standing on your head. they looked a lot bigger than trey's ears but not like bunny ears. you looked at your behind and saw you had a big long tail. it was flowy and the fur looked coarse but soft too.

"but how-?"

"it was likely when you opened the door, and the mist hit you. any ways, i need to check with Professor Crewel and see when an antidote can be made. if you don't mind perfect, can you help out the other freshmen to clean up? we should get this place clear out of the mist or any hidden residue. there's extra lab coats and gloves over here."

"o-oh! ya sure. i dont mind."

you ran to slip on a lab coat and... felt someone's eyes on you. you looked around and everyone seemed to do their own thing. maybe your just not used to the extra sensations with your ears and tail?

you shrugged it off and hurried to check on everyone and clean up.

"..."

~~~~~

3 days...

3 days until you ears and tail were gone. Trey said since they were mimicking the sea witch's merfolk to human potion. they estimate they potion will last for 3 days. anyone with ears and tail (that aren't suppose to) are suppose to check with professor crewel immediately.

Frankly ace and epel are not helping! they keep laughing and messing with you. blowing wind in your direction to watch you ears and tail twitch. if you're nice they use magic, if not, they get close and blow in your ear.

"my gosh! quit it!"

the only time they actually stopped (until next time) is when deuce and jack are protecting you from them. such sweet hearts. they compliment it and Deuce actually ask to feel them, he's just curious!

Sebek isn't much help either. he doesn't play jokes on you but his yelling is 10x worst now. you were half tempted to go straight to malleus or lilia and ask if they can talk to sebek about his volume.

other than that everything has gone quiet... its just smooth sailing. until 3 days is up, you continued your day like normal. you get comments here and there but everyone (except ace and epel) has been main respectful. bet the science club are getting lots of questions. maybe some went to azul for a temp cure, i mean, scarabia can be really loud with all the parties. what about Trey? cater is probably all over him with request for pictures or maybe he should get ears and a tail.

you laughed to yourself as you make it back to the Ramshackle dorm. Grim is with ace and deuce right now, after they were caught messing with the desserts. so you have alone time for a while, yippy!

your ear twitched and you quickly turned around to find... no one there.. maybe.. an animal? with too many strange feelings, the ears and tail sensing things, you just haven't been able to feel alone recently.. you quicken your steps and rushed inside your dorm. you quickly locked the doors and check the rest of house. locking doors and windows. you did a quick clean of the place, no hanging jackets or clothes that can be mistaken as figures in the house. you're suppose to just enjoy alone time... which you don't feel alone.. which is concerning.. you run to your room and try to get comfortable. new clothes, and your phone with ace and deuce's number on standby.

you lay down on your bed and took a deep breathe.. then you were out like a light.

~~~~~

running.

how and why were you running? it was the third day, you were suppose to say good bye to the ears and tails, plus the strange feelings those ears and tail senses you couldn't shake off. you were tired of it, the first day, they were really cool to have and the senses were really neat but the strange feeling of just something, or someone, just made the whole experience sour for you. even when you were in the ramshackle dorm with grim, grim had to contently be your voice of reason, which is new but not unwelcomed. you could tell that grim was starting to worry for you, which made you feel a little guilty.

that night, you needed some fresh air. once you were out of the dorm, you sat on the pouch. the cold winds felt nice on your ears. you took a deep breathe and looked at the stars to calm your nerves. you just had to wait a few more hours... until midnight, right? you took a few minutes to just relax in the stars until you felt like you had enough and started to make you way inside.

when you stepped inside, you were greeted with a shadowy figure in your way. you froze, all you can see from his figure were their sharp eyes. no one moved for a moment...

....

..

the figured jumped at your direction! the ears and tail wasn't just for show, the potion gave you beastmen abilities too, like speed and strength. but mainly the speed part is important right now.

you swiftly jumped out of the way and ran.

you didn't know where to go. if you try to run to the other dorms, it'll take you some time just to get into the hall of mirrors. but if you head to the forest by ramshackle, there's a tiny chance you lose this creep but if they catch you, its all over for you.

you had to pick no chance or a tiny chance!

but you have beastmen senses, if you go into the forest. maybe they'll aid you away from this creep!!

who cares, just run!!

~~~~~

...

..

you were hiding now...

you do have beastmen abilities now but doesn't mean you still wont get tired. you were hiding in a little hole, two fallen trees made this small hole in the ground and you were so grateful that you noticed it. maybe you could run out of the forest now and hide in another building? maybe you successfully made the creep lost? hopefully..

you tired your luck, your chest felt so heavy but you had to get help.

you tired to be slow and quiet as you crawled out of the hole. an arrow was shot right in front of you, in the ground. you let out a quick scream and ran.

your running was short lived when heard a whistle in the wind and a sharp pain in your leg, you were shot. you fell and rolled into the dirt.

this is it. you couldn't make it home and now no one will hear from you again. you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. regrets... guilts... what was the last thing you said to everyone..? would they be okay without you..? would you be okay without them...?! you feel hot tears falling from your eyes. you didn't want to go like this! there was so much you wanted to experience in twisted wonderland! please someone, hel-

"Aww~ Trickster, no need for these tears. shh... i was only playing~"

your heart downed, you slowly turned your head around to see him, Rook Hunt.. he stepped closer to you so you can see him better. he had floppy golden ears on his head and a wagging tail to follow...

"Aw~ My Trickster~ i see I've stolen your breathe away so let me explain. the day where you heroically saved everyone in the science club from our demise, we, including yourself, were gifted beastmen abilities. id admit, it took every fiber of my being to not just jump you when you were all over Chevalier des Roses. but.. i decided, since we were gifted these abilities, i should test them out. to understand your creations, you must test them. so i selfishly took on the hunt for my mon cher renarde~~"

he took off his hat and bowed, taking one of your hand and gently kissing your knuckles. you were too shocked to even respond. you were feeling too many emotions at once. does this mean you'll live? Rook was the strange figure that you sensed... that's why you haven't seen him in days. he did all of this to test the potion...? he shot you in the leg!!

you started to feel little headed and just collapsed on the floor. as you were falling in and out of conciseness, rook picked you up bridle style and started to talk some more.

"Ahh~ Mon cher Renarde~ watching you deny your instincts only to let them take over was truly an honor. Vraiment magnifique~ your cute little twitches, ahh~ i couldn't get enough. i might force you to take the potion again.."

he stops and smiles at you. a smile that made you feel sick.

"hehe~ just kidding~"

...

..

"unless..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

French words!! i used google translate so sorry for the people who knows french.

Mon cher Renarde = my dear fox

Vraiment magnifique = truly beautiful

#twst fanart #twst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #yandere twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #art #digital art #twst rook hunt #twst rook #twst rook x reader #twst yandere rook #twst yan rook #twst yandere rook hunt

[drmapzo]

Hello, everyone!

It's time to send your players to the underground for an exciting adventure in a cavernous system!

Many treasures and dangers await in these treacherous depths that are sure to put your players to the test. Acid, old tombs and mysterious mushrooms combine to give the adventurers a challenge.

The creature tokens for this map are an Aoandon, a Skittish Gargoyle and a Woodland Ray. Emerald tier gets the Skittish Gargoyle while Diamond tier gets all three. In addition, Sapphire tier gets extra creature token variants.

You can see a preview of all of this week’s Patreon content here.

Thank you very much for taking a look and be sure to check out my Patreon where you can pledge for gridless version, alternate map versions as well as the tokens pertaining to this map.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #pathfinder #dnd map #battle map #roll20 #rpg map #cave #ruins

[bluesylveon2]

A Chance Meeting

Summary: While running away from her set expectations, Yuu meets someone she did not expect.

Note: royal au (same universe as the Leona and Lilia fics), set after the Lilia fic but before the epilogue, mentioned Ray from Princess and the Frog, fluff, love at first sight, some prejudice, and Lilia Yuu/MC cameo (referred to as Lady Vanrouge)

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

The first time Yuu met Malleus, it felt like fate.

Yuu. daughter of a viscount in the City of Flowers, was exhausted. She had traveled long and far to Briar Valley for the king's 3-day birthday ball because her father insisted on her attending. Why? Being the unmarried woman Yuu was, her father used the party as an opportunity for her to meet other noblemen. He dragged her to meet different bachelors so that Yuu did not have time to eat something or even get a glance at the king. 

The girl plopped down on a bench in the middle of the castle's rose garden. She wanted nothing more than to think about anything but marriage when she would instead enjoy being in a new area. Yuu smiled as she eyed a nearby rose. The rose was not a vibrant red like the ones in the Queendom of Roses. Instead, they emitted a magical glow that made them unique to the ones from the Queendom. 

The sound of footsteps brought her out of her thoughts. 

"Oh, I did not think there would be people here."

Yuu turned, and her breath hitched. Standing a few feet away was a tall, regally dressed man with long jet-black hair slicked back to show a unique pattern on his head. The man's horns and green eyes stood out to Yuu the most. The man was definitely a fae. If his looks could not spell it out, the magical aura he emitted also did. 

"I'm sorry. I could move to another spot."

The man shook his head. "There is no need. Can I sit next to you?'

Yuu felt as if she should be intimidated, but she nodded anyways. She could feel his magical aura grow with each step he took until he sat beside her. The two sat in silence as Yuu stared at the roses, and the man looked up at the stars.

"So, what brings you to the royal garden?" The man asked with curiosity in his voice. 

Yuu sighed. "I just wanted some air. What about you?” 

"I wanted to go for a walk. The palace is peaceful at night.”

It is. I want to experience longer, but my father is trying to marry me off, so he brought me here to meet some bachelors." A small smile formed on her face. "The thing is, I want to marry for love. I also want to enjoy my time here, but that might not happen."

The man felt empathy for Yuu. “I understand what you are going through."

"Yeah. I just want to think about anything else but that."

There was a moment of silence until the man spoke. "Did you know the king loves gargoyles?"

Yuu blinked and immediately turned to the man. He only looked down at her with a calm expression. "Pardon?"

"The king loves gargoyles. That's why you see them all over the castle." The man pointed to different parts of the exterior where multiple gargoyles sat. Yuu was too focused on the roses before to notice how many there were. 

"That's really interesting."

"Indeed. Did you also know that it is not used for decoration but to move water from a roof and away from running down the side of the building."

"Really! Can you tell me more facts?" Yuu's eyes sparkled with interest. She did not expect her night to be spent talking about gargoyles, but she would choose that over potential husbands.

The man smiled for the first time that night. "Certainly, Lady-"

“Yuu. You can call me Yuu.”

"Yuu." The man tested the name on his tongue. "And you can call me whatever you want."

Yuu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "You don't want to tell me your name."

The man chuckled. "I want to keep that a secret but don't worry. I have no ill intentions behind it. A nickname will suffice for now."

Yuu thought back to the books she read regarding fae and his type. None mentioned which species had big horns, so it was hard to tell. Still, she could not take her eyes off his horns.

"How about Tsunotarou?"

Tsutarou's eyes widened briefly until he genuinely laughed, causing Yuu to laugh. "What a peculiar name…Alright. I will take it, Yuu."

Yuu stopped laughing and smiled. Her eyes met Tsunotarou's green ones. "Now, will you tell me more facts?'

Tsunotarou felt something form in his chest. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling that he could not explain. Maybe Lilia knew something about it? "Certainly."

---

The next night they meet, Tsunotarou teleported to the garden. 

"Still running away from suitors?" 

Yuu's eyes widened with excitement, and she stood up. "Tsunotarou! Can you do that again?"

Tsunotarou blinked owlishly. "Do what again?"

"Teleport! When you do that, you leave behind firefly-like lights. They look like tiny stars."

Tsunotarou blinked, and then he smiled. "Alright. I will do it for you." A glow of green light emitted from his body, and he disappeared, leaving behind small sparkles of light. Tsunotarou reappeared, sitting at his spot on the bench. "Are you satisfied?"

Yuu grinned and sat down next to Tsunotarou. "Very." Her eyes gleamed like the stars she was looking at. "Before you came here, I was looking up at the stars. It's something I like to do at home."

"Really?" He joined Yuu in stargazing. "What do you like about them?"

"Do you see those two stars, the really bright ones?" Yuu pointed at two stars sitting diagonal to one another. Both stars shined brightly compared to the rest. "There is a legend in Port O'Bliss about a firefly who was in love with a firefly who was actually a star. The firefly stared at the star at night, professing his love, but he could never touch her. Almost like she was on another planet. The firefly made a wish to be with her. One day, his wish came true, and when you see two stars shining brightly at night, that is the firefly and his love." 

Tsunotarou felt the same feeling in his chest as he stared at Yuu. It was the same as the night before but more intense. "That is a beautiful story."

"I agree. So whenever I feel sad or alone, I look up at the stars and make a wish because I know those two fireflies are listening." Yuu turned to Tsunotarou with a smile on her face. Tsunotarou's heart skipped a beat. "You should do the same thing. We can do one now." She closed her eyes, brought her hands together, and whispered under her breath despite Tsunotarou's heightened hearing. The fae chose to stay quiet out of respect. 

Tsunotarou looked up at the stars again, deep in thought. He felt relaxed around this woman who was practically a stranger. He felt like he could let his guard down around her. The feeling from earlier had increased more, and the fae could not stop thinking about Yuu. Tomorrow was the last night of his party, and he knew what he needed to do. For now, under the witness of the firefly and his love, he would make a wish upon the star and to make Yuu's wish come true. 

---

The third time they met was on the dancefloor. 

"So I won last year's hunt with a…"

Yuu tuned out the next bachelor, her mind filled with thoughts of her friend Tsunotarou. Usually, it would be easy to slip away and go to the garden. Still, the bachelors must have read her mind because they were insistent on showing her off. Yuu wanted her torture to end and meet up with her friend. 

A trumpet silenced the chatter, and Yuu thanked the deity above for hearing her prayer. Her eyes landed on two young men, one with green hair and one with silver hair, entering the balcony. Their eyes scanned the crowd before the green-haired man cleared his throat. Another man with black and pink hair walked in front of them.

"Hello, everyone! I hope that you are having fun tonight. I know I am!" The man laughed, and everyone joined him. "But this is not about me. Tonight is about our king, who finally wants to show himself. So make sure to give him lots of birthday wishes. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you King Malleus Draconia!"

Yuu felt her breath hitch as a familiar head of black hair, striking green eyes, and horns walked out. She felt the world slow down as reality came crashing down. There, the king of Briar Valley was none other than Tsunotarou-

No. Malleus Draconia. 

Yuu felt horrified and heer heartbeat increase. How could she, a guest at this party, treat the king so casually? Why did he let her? Yuu looked around the room, only for her eyes to meet Malleus' staring straight at her. 

"I need to get some air." Yuu quickly said to her companion and ran off from the crowd. She let her feet carry her anywhere in the gigantic castle. Yuu stopped in a long hallway to catch her breath. She let her back rest against the wall and let her body slide down to the floor. Yuu hid her face in her dress as she reflected on the recent events.

Despite it being only two days, Yuu felt happy being around Malleus. Their interactions had no romantic intentions, but there was a connection, and the two clicked. Yuu felt her heart beat faster after making a new friend. Maybe, with more time, there could be something more.

Click Click

The sound of heels coming closer caused Yuu to pick her head up. Two beautiful fae women were heading her way. Both had disapproving looks on their faces. 

"Well, well. You must be the woman the king is fascinated with." One smirked, looking Yuu up and down.

"We heard that the king has been sneaking out a lot. Who knew he was meeting with a human? Why don't you go back to where you came from?" The other scoffed. 

Yuu felt a bad feeling in her chest. "What do you want?" she asked slowly. 

The first one sneered. "You are nothing but a magicless human. You don't deserve to stand next to Malleus."

Yuu felt annoyed. How dare these ladies come in and mock her for being a human! Malleus knew all along and was interested in her. "As if you are any better! You two don't know him like I do."

The second one rolled her eyes. "Maybe we do, maybe we don't, but that does not stop the fact that you are dirt under my shoe."

"What is going on here," A stern but motherly voice asked, causing the group to freeze. Yuu watched as another fae woman entered. She was beautiful like the other woman, and her aura reminded Yuu of the small fae with black and pink hair. 

"Lady Vanrouge!" The women curtsey, causing Yuu to join them despite not knowing the woman. "How are you today?"

Lady Vanrouge only stared at the group. "Fine, but you did not answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"W-we were just talking to our new friend, the human." One girl said nervously, but Lady Vanrouge did not buy it. She crossed her arms and stared at them icily. 

"Really? Then what was the part about the human being dirt under your shoe? Or what was the last thing?" She hummed as she tapped her chin with her finger, pretending to think, "Not worthy of standing next to the King?"

"B-but-"

The fae smiled with a mad glint in her eyes. It mirrored one that the infamous Lilia Vanrouge had with his soldiers, sending chills through the girl's spines. "No buts. Consider yourselves lucky you were not caught by my husband or my son, who, by the way, is a human. Despite that, I still love him, and I will love him as my son no matter what he is. He could be a worm for all I care about, and I will still love him.

Lady Vanrouge smirked evilly and waved the girls off with her hand in a "shoo" motion. "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind and act like my husband." The women squealed and immediately bolted out of the room, leaving Yuu and Lady Vanrouge alone. The fae turned to Yuu with a smile. Her eyes were now softer and had a motherly look to them. "Now, you must be the human I heard about."

"Was it anything bad?"

Lady Vanrouge laughed loudly. "Nonsense! I heard good things about you from my husband, who heard it all from the king. Come now. Why don't I walk you back to the party?"

"I appreciate that. Thank you." The two walked in silence until Yuu spoke up. "So the King talks about me?"

The woman smiled. "Yes, he has been talking about you since you met."

"Even though I am a human?"

"Does that change anything? Do you still want to be Malleus' friend after knowing he is a king?" Yuu shook her head. "See, so you should still be with him. I'm sure he is missing you already."

"Thank you, Lady Vanrouge."

The two made idle chit-chat as they headed to the door leading to the ballroom. As the fae woman opened the door, Yuu's eyes widened as she was face to face with Malleus himself.

"Tsunotarou.."

"Yuu…"

The two were so focused on each other that they failed to notice the shorter face staring at them. Lilia noticed how Malleus had a familiar expression on his face. It was the same one he had when he looked at his wife. Meanwhile, Yuu looked at Malleus like he was the brightest star in the sky. The short fae put the two on two together. He gave his wife a look to which she responded with her own. 

"Oh, this is my favorite song! Would you like to join me for a dance?" Lilia smirked at his wife. 

"Of course, my love." Lady Vanrouge walked to her husband and looped his arm around hers. Her eyes focused on Malleus. "Malleus, do you mind walking Yuu back to the party? I was going to do it, but you two have some things to sort through."

Malleus turned to the woman and nodded. "Yes, I will do that. You have fun. my Lady."

"You as well." The woman smiled and left with Lilia. Now that Yuu and Malleus were alone, the tension in the room increased. 

Malleus' regal stature relaxed, and he had a sad look. "I understand why you would run off, and I apologize. After my announcement, I planned to explain everything, but you were gone before I could get to you." Malleus said. For the king of Briar Valley, he looked like a kicked puppy. 

Yuu smiled sadly and gently grabbed Malleus' hand. "It just threw me off guard, and I apologize for running away. I should have talked to you instead."

Malleus smiled and pulled Yuu into a hug. "You are forgiven, Yuu. However, you owe me a dance. I still want to have my first dance of the night with you."

Yuu smiled and nodded. “I will be honored, but we must reintroduce ourselves first.”

"Of course." Malleus picked up one of Yuu's hands and kissed her knuckles. "I am Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley.” He looked at her with a gentle smile. “But you can call me Tsunotarou.” 

Yuu curtsied to Malleus. “You can call me Yuu, a lady from the City of Flowers.”

“Well, Yuu.” Malleus held a hand out to Yuu. “Would you do me the honor of joining me in my first dance?”

Yuu placed her hand on his and looked at Malleus confidently. “Of course.”

Unexpectedly, Malleus leaned down and pressed a feather-like kiss on Yuu’s forehead. “You deserve to spend the rest of the night treated like a princess."

That night, both Yuu and Malleus' wishes came true. Meanwhile, in the night sky, the firefly and his love's light enveloped the couple through the windows as they danced through the night. 

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Later that night, in Silver's room.

"Sebek, do you think your parents would love you if you were a worm?"

After spending years with Silver hosting the sleepovers, Sebek had heard many weird things coming out of Silver's mouth. The half-fae shifted in his spot next to Silver and stared at him with a "wtf" face. "Silver, you are speaking nonsense. Go to sleep." Sebek huffed and turned around to face away from Silver.

Silver only stared up at the ceiling contemplating the question. He had no idea why, but it came to him randomly during the party. He had spent all night pondering on it. It may be something his parents would know. Speaking of- 

"I think my parents would."

"Go to sleep, Silver!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia

[anurarana]

batman lurking on a gargoyle somewhere? or Barbara playing w a bird perhaps

a babs for you rai <3

#barbara gordon #batman #asks #i have uhh 2 more to get through i think but I want to finally do my hair tonight so you might have to wait for processing downtime #my art tag

[anxiouspineapple99]

Gargoyle Guard

Gargoyle! Fox x Reader

Warnings: Fox is a Gargoyle, but not in a traditional sense. Instead of beast and statue, it works a little different, it's explained in the fic. Technically breaking and entering (But Fox ends up being fine with it), accidental marriage, use of the word "mate" a few times. Fox thinking he's scary and not lovable, sexually suggestive, Reader has little self-preservation, Reader is much more accepting that they really ought to be. Reader is female. Kinda angst for the guard as a whole. THIS BITCH BE LONG

You had heard the stories, the tall tales of the Courascant guard.

How they were rarely seen during daylight hours.

Why there were 2 sections of the guard. Those that patrolled and those that stayed close to their buildings.

The rumours never made much sense when considering the guard as a whole...you'd seen the red armoured men out and about during the day. But the ones that had spoken of the phenomenon only pertaining to the inner group of the guard, the ones most people would never see, well they had called your attention.

Which is why you were out, sneaking around the guard's buildings and trying to get inside. You'd had enough of these questions floating around your skull, you needed to know.

And you needed to know, now.

You huffed as you pulled yourself up into the window sill, pausing to look about once more. Squinting in the sun's harsh rays, you saw nobody nearby. As usual, the guard was nowhere to be seen. You then pulled at the window... but when it didn't open, you banged against it. Then, using your butt, swung with all your weight into the glass.

Only to have it swing open.

You fell back into the square cavity with a shriek. A cloud of dust plumed about you, causing you to hack and wave your hand furiously. But as realization hit you, you quickly covered your mouth and darted behind a crate. That was a lot of noise, anyone nearby would be coming over to investigate.

You waited with your heart thrumming in your ears for what felt like decades, but the door to the room never opened.

You peeked around the crate and glanced around the room. It was filled with filing systems and looked ancient. Clearly nobody had been in here in at least a decade. Standing with a grunt, you tiptoed to the door, then opened it.

While sunlight permeated the old file room you'd broken into, the hallway beyond the door was dim at very best. Surprisingly, the walls were lined with candle-torches and low-intensity lamps, but it was still darker than you would prefer.

You glanced either way, trying to gather which way would be best to try. However, there was only so far you could see before it became dark void. With a shrug, you closed your eyes,spun then started walking in the direction you were facing when you had stopped.

You walked around for what must have been hours.

There was nobody in this building!

You were sure of it!!

You'd opened so many doors, looked in so many closets, under desks...everything! There were no people to be found.

"This was stupid" you sighed deeply leaning against one of the desks, your brow raising as your eyes landed on a cup of caf

"That would be an extreme understatement"

You screeched, jumping damn near out of your skin and promptly whirled around. Darkness was still very much all encompassing and obscuring your vision. However, you could make out the silhouette of a person just in the darkness enough that you couldn't figure out anything else about him

"U-uh"

"Coming over and breaking into the main building of the central policing force of the captial? In broad daylight as well?"

You couldn't tell if the voice was amused or scolding, maybe both

"You've got to be the most ridiculous nat-born I've ever heard of, and as a commanding officer I've seen and heard of plenty"

"C-comanding officer...?" you stammered out "Uh, listen...I-"

"Oh don't be shy now" the voice teased, definitely amused now "You've been rooting around in our stuff for 3 hours without a shred of fear"

"I wasn't rooting around!"

"Oh, and what do you call what you were doing?"

"Invesitgating" you mumbled feeling embaressment flood your system

"And what, pray tell, are you investigating"

Your eyes darted around the silhouette, trying to desperately pick out something more than an outline

"How come" you steeled yourself, it was now or never "How come the guard doesn't come out during the day?"

The individual seemed a bit taken aback by your question, if the silence was anything to tell by, but with a scoff answered you

"There are plenty of men out during the day, I made sure there were so-"

"So it wouldn't raise suspicion over those in the inner circle"

You could have sworn you heard a growl, something dark and testy...something inhuman

"And why...would you think something like that...?"

The figure imposed upon you, closer and closer until you were trapped against the desk.

You stared with large eyes at the form as it came into view with the dim light. What you originally thought was a cloak of sorts, was instead wings. Once presumed human legs, were now seen to be digitigrade - resembling ones like those of a Lasat. And swaying behind it, a long thick tail.

Your gaze trailed up the bare chest before you to narrowed, glaring eyes and barred teeth with...were those fangs?

"Answer me" it demanded

"People talk everywhere, the hell have you been?!" you yelled back, although you couldn't help your knees knocking together. Your body overcome by uncertainty and curiosity.

The creature, man? Thing?- cursed under its breath, tilting its head away from you.

Your gaze flitted to the claw like hooks joined at its collar, keeping the wings cloak-like

"Curious...?" Came their snarky tone

"Yeah" you shot back, raised a hand between the two of you and reached for its chest.

Then you paused just shy of its skin.

"Afraid of me now?" it taunted, but you didn't miss the tone carefully hidden behind the verbal shield

"..." you looked up to its dark, honeyed eyes and looked between them before you opened your mouth to ask "Can I touch you...?"

The being before you leaned back as if startled by your politeness, the cage of its arms no longer as defined, and let its jaw go slack - but only for a moment before it snapped shut with a frown.

One clawed hand reached towards your own, grasping your wrist and pulling it to its chest. The flesh was cool, but not frigid, as it heaved under your fingers. You could feel the pounding beneath the skin, it's racing heart betraying its outwardly behaviour.

You stood up properly, now crowding the creature as your other hand followed suit, trailing along the grey skin to the hook-like claws at its collar and following the appendage that draped around its shoulders. Your curious eyes eating up every detail, every speckle in its skin, every minute twitch it made at your exploration.

"Satisfied?" it growled

"Not yet" you mused, eyes glancing back at its own and shifting your attention to its face.

Your exploring hand touched its cheek, which it begrudingly leaned into, then trailed delicately across its nose, jaw, chin then lips.

"You're...not afraid of me" it mumured against your finger

"You don't seem that scary to me..." your eyes flicked away from its lips to those honey pools. Then you told it your name.

It hummed then mimicked you, your finger still against the soft flesh as it moved to make your name.

"My name is Fox, Marshal Commander of the Courascant Guard"

You blinked in surprise

"Weren't expecting the Marshal Commander to look like this, did you?" he grumbled

"Well...not really..." you confessed softly "What, are you exactly...?"

Fox huffed and, with surprising delicate motions, removed your hands from his body to step back and give you space.

You would be lying if you said you didn't miss the close proximity already.

"This...might take a while to explain" he groaned, a clawed hand pressing to his forehead as he gestured for you to sit while he turned away "You want a cup of caf?"

"Sure" you shrugged glancing around to find a spot to sit, and settled on the desk itself upon not finding anything but the chair.

Fox returned a few minutes later, holding two steaming cups and giving you an amused smirk

"Didn't like my chair?" he asked handing one of the mugs to you with a soft warning

"No, just didn't want to take your seat" you smiled back taking the cup into your hands.

You watched Fox round the desk, his tail trailing almost limp on the floor behind him, before he all but dropped into his chair. He took a long sip then sighed, staring up at you

"I'm a Gargoyle, rest of the higher ups in the guard are too" he grumbled softly.

You sat and eagerly listened as he explained himself and his brothers. How normally they'd turn to stone during the day and at night appear as humans. How they protect against evil, it's in their very base nature, and why he wasn't stone now.

"Sooo..." you drawled out with a pout "You have to be awake in that form because there's evil nearby but you have no idea what it is?"

Fox nodded, finishing off his caf before he spoke again

"That would be the gist of the situation, yes"

You hummed in thought with furrowed brows

"Wait, so where is everyone else?"

The man-gargoyle before you scowled and swiveled away from you

"They're gone"

"What do you mean? You can't do all this on your own" you reasoned, leaning forward to swat at the back of the chair in attempt to latch onto it

"I don't know where they are" came the quiet and hurt reply.

You froze at the fragile tone

"One day, they were just gone. It was only me from then on - well until you broke in like an insane person"

"I am not insane"

The chair swiveled back to face you, Fox giving you a disbelieving grin.

But as he did so, you lost your balance and tumbled straight into his lap.

"Well, that's twice you fell today...should we be worried about brain damage?"

You squeaked and scrambled up, only to feel his hands on your hips to steady you

"You knew about that?!"

"I told you I watched you rummaging around..." he said with a raised brow

"Right" you grumbled

Fox studied you for a moment, then gently pulled you closer to him. Settling you snugly in his lap and close to his chest.

"You really aren't afraid of me" he mused more to himself than to you

"I said I wasn't" you pouted

"Forgive me for not believing you" he rolled his eyes, one clawed hand leaving your side to smooth through your tresses "I suppose, you'd like to leave"

You frowned at the sadness hidden in those words but was so evident in his eyes

"I...could stay longer" you offered "Not like there's anyone waiting for me"

He raised a brow at you

"Someone as beautiful and strangely endearing as you has nobody? That hardly seems right"

You shrugged

"Would you prefer I did?"

A low growl emitted from his throat

"I would rather not"

"See, I thought so" you smiled teasingly "I will eventually need to go home" you reminded softly

"You could stay here" he offered quickly, then cursed at himself

"You want me to stay here? You barely know me" you giggled

Fox huffed at you

"You aren't afraid of me, you had the guts to break in here, and you have been nothing but kind - excuse me for enjoying the company"

Your gaze softened at his admission. You weren't sure exactly why you weren't frightened by his form, nor why you felt the need to be close with him. You'd known him for less than a day and you felt so intrinsically drawn to him it was maddening. You reached both hands forward and touched his cheeks then pressed your forehead sweetly against his, with a hushed-

"Hey, if you need me to stay for a while, I guess I can do that. But, you'll have to let me go home and grab some things, I can't live off Caf and-" you gestured to the fabric tied at his hips "Whatever you want to call that wardrobe disaster"

Fox scoffed at you, but as you pulled away from him noticed his flustered state. His grey skin burning with pink and red hues and his gaze shifting to you breifly then back towards the darkness around you.

"What" you frowned "What's going on now?"

Fox swallowed thickly then took your hand in his, and laced your fingers.

You watched him with confusion and interest, squeezing his hand when he let out a soft gasp.

"You know..." he began softly "Something about you makes me feel a little more alive and far less alone"

You blushed at his endearing words

"Wow...that's...a lot, beautiful, but a lot" you giggled out flattered by his confession.

You then sighed and glanced at the chrono on his wall, gently untangling your digits from his and standing up

"If you want me to stay for a bit, you'll have to let me go home and get some things, alright?"

Fox looked a bit distressed as he fiddled and then stood abruptly

"I-I'll go with you"

You frowned and patted his arm

"You told me you can't go far from this place, it's not biggie. I'll be right back"

Your words didn't seem to settle his nerves. You weren't sure why he suddenly got all flustered and anxious for, but whatever. You'd chalk it up to a weird Gargoyle thing...or a weird Fox thing.

You started heading back to the file room you'd entered the building from, Fox trailing along behind you diligently. Once inside, he helped you climb into the window and then into the afternoon sun.

"You'll come right back" his words demanded but his tone pleaded

You shook your head with a smile

"I promise I'll be right back, don't worry. You're being pretty strange Mr. Commander." you teased easing out the window and landing on the ground with a bang "I'm fine!" you called to the window then headed home

You did as you said. Went home, grabbed a few things to keep you for a few days then headed back to the guard with a bag strapped to your shoulder. But this time, when you climbed through the window, you found the file containers had been moved to give you an easy way in and out. You smiled softly and made your way into the dark hallway and called out.

"I'm back, as promised!"

You let out a scream as you were suddenly scooped up and pressed to a warm, bare chest. Upon recognition crossing your mind you struggled and angrily swatted at your keeper

"Fox!! The hell!!!"

"Do you know how terrible it was waiting for you?!" he grumbled looking at you with a distressed gaze "Don't torment me like that...! What if something happened to you?"

You blinked at him

"Fox, I just went home and came back, chill out man"

Fox settled you down but continued to hover as he followed you, all the while grumbling to himself

"If you have something to say," you tossed your bag onto his desk "then just say it"

"How the kriff am I supposed to feel when my mate is out there on her own?!" he yelled waving his arm out into the darkness

"Your...WHAT?!" You gawked "I'm not your mate! I didn't agree to that!"

"Yes, you did!" he argued "Before you left!"

You frantically thought back but couldn't think of when you agreed to marry the commander

"No, I didn't!!"

"Yes, you did! Infact, you initiated it." he huffed crossing his arms over his broad chest

You stared at him, as if you were buffering, in disbelief

"No, I didn't" you urged feeling even more confused

"Yes...you did" his tone was softer this time as he closed the distance.

He took your hands and placed them on his cheeks then touched your foreheads and let them settle like that.

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you.

Oh shit...you really did.

He then pulled back with a hurt gaze and a frown. His hand connecting to yours and lacing your fingers

"...and...I accepted"

You took in a deep breath, feeling the room spin.

You didn't mean that...!

"Fox...I-"

"You...didn't know, did you?" he sighed deeply then pulled away "It's alright. I, uh, should have been more aware. I just got caught all up in the moment"

You frowned at his dejection.

Was it really that bad? You'd only known him today, but he seemed genuinely kind and had treated you with nothing but respect - even when he had no reason to do so. He was all alone too, and clearly had been for a long time. plus...it wasn't like you didn't feel anything towards him - quite the opposite really. And like you'd told him before, you definitely didn't have anyone at home waiting for you.

"I didn't know, you're right." you nodded, watching his shoulders slump further "But...it would be wrong for me to push you away"

"No, I won't hold you to being responsible for something you had no ide-"

You stepped into his space and took his hand, delicately

"It's alright..." you whispered staring up at him "I guess...having a husband wouldn't be all that bad...if he's as cool as you"

His head surged forward, pressing your foreheads together again as he squeezed your hand. His eyes were closed and his brows knitted with emotion.

You couldn't help but smile at his display, and closed your eyes as you leaned a bit further into the gesture.

Fox held you against him as a cracking sound filled your ears, but when you went to open your eyes, they were promptly covered.

"Don't look yet" his voice was soft and sounded just a touch different than before.

A few minutes of waiting made you grow anxious. Your hands grasped his hand covering your field of view only to quickly let go feeling his claws missing.

Fox chuckled as he moved his hand and waited for your response.

You opened your eyes, one at a time in unsurity, to meet the form of a man.

A normal man.

"Uh...."

"Don't worry, it's still me" Fox urged gently "Is...is this okay? Am...I okay?"

You blinked in surprise. Your eyes roaming across the muscular bronze skin littered in tiny scars. He held the fabric to himself, now too big for his body, but a steady blush rose to your cheeks seeing the line of hair travelling down into the area hidden by the fabric. You forced your gaze up to the smug yet bashful grin, dark hair and those same dark amber eyes.

"Well...if your reaction is anything to judge by..." he snorted

"Excuse you!!" you exclaimed quickly spinning around

"I'd much rather you like what I look like than not" he chuckled wrapping his arms around your form and his chest pressing against your back

"A-ah...your blanket-thing" you stammered

"I tied it, don't worry" he mused his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck "Every night I return to this form...a version of me that can properly love you"

You blushed deeply, biting your lip, then blurted out before you could stop yourself-

"You could love me the way you were before"

Your newly accidentally-wedded-husband let out a soft but dark growl against your skin. Then spun you around.

Your breath hitched only a fraction a second before his lips collided with your own. Melding against your set with passion and heat.

He crowded you backwards until your butt bumped into his desk, then reached around you to shove everything off it - the contents clattering loudly to the floor before he broke your kiss only to slowly and gingerly maneuvere you on top of it.

You gasped softly as he partially climbed above you, pinning you to the surface and immediately pressing his body to yours and capturing your lips again in feverish kisses.

You pulled back and smiled softly as he chased after you

"You know...why don't you let me help you find your broth-" your question being silenced with a gasp as his fingers tug into your thigh

"I knew you were perfect" he breathed against your lips "Now, Mesh'la, let me prove to you why you made a good choice"

You really meant it.

You were even more determined after your first night together that you were going to help Fox not only find his brothers, but rid the planet of the evil that kept him from being able to rest.

#submission #pineapple's 2023 halloween party #monster au #Commander fox #commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #commander fox x female reader #gargoyle #commander fox is a gargoyle #mentions of the corrie guard

[brokehorrorfan]

Scream Factory has revealed the specs for its Tales from the Darkside: The Movie 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray. Based on the TV series of the same name, the 1990 horror anthology will be released on November 28.

John Harrison (Dune) directs from a script by George A. Romero (Night of the Living Dead) and Michael McDowell (Beetlejuice), including adaptations of Stephen King and Arthur Conan Doyle. Debbie Harry, Christian Slater, David Johansen, William Hickey, James Remar, Rae Dawn Chong, and Matthew Lawrence star.

Tales from the Darkside: The Movie has been newly scanned in 4K from the original camera negative. It's presented with Dolby Vision as well as DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 and 2.0 audio. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Audio commentary by director John Harrison and co-writer George A. Romero

Audio commentary by co-producer David R. Kappes

Audio commentary by film critics Emily Higgins and Billy Dunham (new)

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio commentary by director John Harrison and co-writer George A. Romero

Audio commentary by co-producer David R. Kappes

Audio commentary by film critics Emily Higgins and Billy Dunham (new)

Tales Behind the Darkside – Feature-length documentary with director John Harrison, actors James Remar and Rae Dawn Chong, producer Mitchell Galin, director of photography Robert Draper, production designer Ruth Ammon, special effects artists Robert Kurtzman, Greg Nicotero, and Howard Berger, creature performer Michael Deak, and editor Harry B. Miller

Behind-the-scenes footage 

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Radio spots

Behind-the-scenes gallery

Stills gallery

To keep from being eaten by a modern-day witch (Deborah Harry), a young paperboy weaves three twisted stories to distract her. In “Lot 249,” a vengeful college student (Steve Buscemi) resuscitates an evil mummy to teach unsuspecting student bodies (Julianne Moore, Christian Slater) a lesson in terror. Then, “Cat From Hell” is a furry black feline who cannot be killed… he may have nine lives, but those who cross his path are not so lucky. Finally, in “Lover’s Vow,” a stone gargoyle comes to life to commit murder.

Pre-order Tales from the Darkside: The Movie.

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[little-pondhead]

Rejected Threads Pt. 1

[This is a series where I post the bits and pieces I decided to cut out of their final fics due to various reasons. I welcome anyone who wants to pick this up and make it their own. You do not need to ask for permission to use it, but I would like to be tagged in whatever you make. Just so I can see it :) ]

[Everything here is unedited and may ramble at times. Enjoy!]

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Okay, so maybe Danny still had a thing or two to learn about being a ghost. It’s not his fault, really! Being dead doesn’t exactly come with a pamphlet introducing you to the afterlife! Although if his friends were here, they’d just berate him, saying this whole issue could have been avoided if he used his common sense, not his ghost sense. Which is fair. He’d give them points for that. 

But come on. How was Danny supposed to know about the GIW’s latest invention? Honestly, it felt so cliche that Danny wanted to smash his head against a wall. He’d been hit by a shrink ray. Except it didn’t work right on ghosts, because it was made by normal people who’d never even seen a drop of ectoplasm in their life, so instead of shrinking him it de-aged him. He looked like a four-year-old! Ancients, he was never going to hear the end of this from Jazz. 

Well, that was if he ever managed to make it back home. 

Right now, he was leading the rogue government agents through the streets of some damp city jungle, swinging through gargoyles and avoiding blasts with a few nudges from the city spirit here and there. A few pedestrians screeched from the ground level and had to dive out of the way of the GIW’s armored van, but Danny was confident they wouldn’t be seriously hurt. A constant stream of energy was flowing between him and the city spirit, giving the spirit the strength needed to pull civilians away from the fight with a few shadowy fingers. In exchange, Danny was suddenly living life in the third person. He could see for miles around him, feel the heartbeat of the city underneath his fingertips, and hear the quiet whispers of children and shades settling down for the night. The city spirit was everywhere and had no problem lending their senses to Danny so he could get away. He knew he’d have a headache later from overstimulation, but right now it was a godsend. 

From his enhanced view, Danny saw one of the agents lean out of their van, raising a gun toward his shadowy figure. They fired. He dodged. Is this how flies felt? Everything felt way too slow, and he could run circles around them with ease. Maybe once Amity’s spirit developed more, they could lend a hand like this one was. It was incredibly useful, if not draining. He probably wouldn’t have been hit by that stupid shrink ray in the first place if he could see behind him. Ope, Danny refocused his thoughts, almost missing the next swing. He should be paying attention more. 

Where should I lead them? Danny asked the city spirit.

The spirit took a moment to reply, struggling to form human words. North. To the park. 

Gotcha. After a moment, a thought crossed his mind. What’s your name? 

…I am Gotham. 

Nice to meet you, Gotham. I’m Danny Phantom. 

Danny. The little king of the stars.

“What? No!” Danny was so startled by Gotham’s words that he really did miss the ledge of a building this time, falling like a dead weight for about twenty feet until he caught himself. He still stumbled as his feet hit the pavement, but it was a lot better than becoming a smear. Danny glanced around frantically, but there was no one on the street and he was still invisible. He could hear the screech of tires a few blocks away, almost missing the turn as the agents tried to follow him. 

Now that there was some semblance of a plan in place, Danny needed to keep these guys on his tail rather than lose them. The shrink ray put off some very nasty vibes, which is how the GIW was tracking him, but maybe they could use a little guidance. Danny rose into the air once more, and at Gotham’s prompting, shot an ectoblast high into the sky, letting it explode like a firework far away from any buildings. 

The Bats will notice, but this is the only way. Gotham remarked. It was getting easier to understand them the more they talked. I will hide you if it is your will. 

Green eyes tracked the process of that damned white van for another two blocks, just until Danny knew their scanners would pick him up once more. Then he was off like a rocket, starting their little game of tag all over again as he led them closer and closer to the menacing grove of trees in the distance. Who are the bats? He silently asked. 

The Bats. My knights. 

You have knights?? That’s so cool. Danny panted, swerving to the left. His form flickered for just a moment, putting him onto the visible spectrum for a mere second before he was gone again. Don’t worry about me, I’ll hide myself for now. Once they’re gone from your borders. You should rest after this, I can feel the strain this has on you. 

Little king is tired as well. Keep your strength. 

Nah, I’ll be fine, Gotham. You were kind enough to offer me refuge until I figured things out. The least I can do is take care of my host. 

Hm….

Gotham’s mind retreated from his own for a moment, pulling back so he could focus on the fight. Danny appreciated it. He finally reached the trees, shadows extending to greedily pull him into the depths of the park. Danny obliged, letting the shades and wayward spirits guide him toward the center of the property. The GIW was still hot on his heels, plowing down vegetation like it wasn’t even there. A ripple ran through Gotham like they were waiting for something, and Danny almost stopped to see what the issue was, but Gotham just kept nudging him along. Danny trusted the other spirit and floated silently next to a gnarled and crooked tree that stank of chemicals and twitched whenever he turned his back. Beyond the tree was a vast patch of land filled with mutated plants and dense fog that Danny definitely did not want to breathe in. There was a broken down and shabby glass greenhouse in the distance, the source of the plants and fog. Well, this was as far as Gotham wanted him to go, so this was where he’d make his last stand. 

The GIW agents tore into the clearing, skidding to a stop a few meters away. Out climbed three men, guns charged and already pointed at him. 

“Reveal yourself, Phantom! We know you’re there!” One of them, Danny remembered him as Agent R, barked. His gun was the biggest, and Danny was sure he’d be the hardest to dodge. Gotham shushed his thoughts, calming his nervous core, and told him to wait. To stall. 

Stall for time? He could do that. “You’re so mean!” Danny flipped upside down, fading into existence. He gave the men a sharp grin, one too shark-like to be human. “We were having such a fun game of tag! Why can’t we keep going?”

Agent B, a short guy with a bright red mustache, stepped forward and jabbed his weapon toward Danny. “This is not a game, ghost!” He squeaked. “You are in violation of section two, paragraph three of the First Anti-Ecto Act. By order of Agent Alpha, you are hereby under arrest for unlawful-”

Danny snorted. “Sorry, Agent Alpha? What, is his first name Chad? Is his boyfriend’s name Omega?”

“His name is Mike Foxtrot! You insensitive bastard!” Agent B spat. 

“Agent B!” The third man, who was probably their leader, slapped a hand down hard on his subordinate’s shoulder. Danny didn’t blame him. This was the most information he’d ever managed to worm out of them in less than two minutes. He mentally pats himself on the back for the new record. 

“Listen, guys.” Danny raised his hands in faux surrender. “You may have turned me into a preschooler, buth-” He blushed violently. He bit his tongue, ruining the intimidating effect he was going for. “But I can still kick your ass seven ways to Sunday. Whaddya say we leave it at this for now?”

“Absolutely not, Phantom.” Agent R ordered. “You are to come with us quietly or we’ll be forced to use extreme force.”

“Extreme force?!” Danny shrieked, losing his smile. “You already use extreme force! I’m a fucking kid, you psycho!” Rage built in his chest, and green made his vision swim. 

Let it build. Gotham urged. Let yourself cry.

Danny sniffed, still ranting. “And now that I’m an even smaller kid, you want to arrest me?! What did I even do wrong?”

“You are a class 7 ecto-entity, Phantom. Your very existence is illegal and dangerous.” 

Danny let a few tears drip from his eyes, falling onto the weird plants below. A few flowers twitched out of the corner of his eye, turning to face him like a human would. The trees surrounding the cleaning seemed to lean in, looming ominously as their roots thrashed under the dirt. They were trying to reach for something, but Danny didn’t mind it. Gotham whispered that the plants were no danger to him right now, so he just kept working himself into an emotional frenzy. “I DIED!” He cried. “IS BEING DEAD A CRIME NOW?!”

Gotham shivered. Wail. They instructed. Danny did. 

“WHY DO YOU KEEP HURTING ME?!” His scream echoed throughout the city, carrying all the pain and anguish he could muster on such short notice. The connection he had to Gotham strengthened for those few precious moments, supplying him with enough energy so he wouldn’t pass out and transform. He did, however, collapse into the crooked tree, barely noticing how the branches seemed to cradle his limp body. The agents were blown back from the force, tumbling head over heels as their weapons were lost in the wind and their van tipped over. The nearest trees suddenly burst forth with staggered movements, surprising even Danny. Dirt was thrown everywhere as roots reached up to grab the men, restricting their movements to an almost painful degree. 

This whole thing was so unexpected that Danny just kind of sat there, being cradled like a baby by the creepiest tree in existence, listening to Gotham’s victorious hums as the GIW agents struggled against their new bonds. More roots took on a life of their own, twisting and bending their way through the van, smashing all the equipment, and tearing apart weapons without hesitation. It was just so bizarre. Small footsteps from behind made Danny’s ear twitch. He glanced over his shoulder. 

Approaching him from the fog was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d been made of plants herself. Her hair was a startling red, similar to Jazz’s, and her skin was such a rich and vibrant green it couldn’t have been body paint. Strands of ivy and flowers of all sorts were woven into her hair and clothes. Danny almost pegged her for the reincarnation of Gaea but thought better when he felt none of the Realm’s influence in her soul. No, this was a mortal woman who felt more like a daughter of Undergrowth than Sam ever did. He didn’t feel afraid, however, and instead allowed the tree to lift him to eye level with the woman. 

Pamela Lillian Isley. Gotham whispered excitedly. My precious gardener. 

“I am Poison Ivy,” The woman declared. “What are you doing near my lands, kid?”

Danny rubbed the tears out of his eyes furiously. “Sorry,” he sniffed. “I just-they were-” He broke out in hiccups, and couldn’t complete his sentence. 

Poison Ivy, for her part, was curious about this obviously meta kid who’d stumbled across her beloved greenhouse. It wasn’t hard to feel the disturbance from all the way across the city, and her pace doubled when she felt a child’s tears fall onto one of her ferns. She didn’t despise children, and so had no plans to hurt whomever she found. But she knew that the fog surrounding her precious greenhouse was toxic. Then she’d arrived just in time for the kid to let out the most inhuman cry she’d ever heard. It was full of anguish and pain, shaking her to the core. It sounded like the kid was dying. She wasted no time capturing the three men who were hunting the kid, using the roots of nearby oak trees to give them a little squeeze. As an afterthought, she also destroyed their equipment and van. Everything looked a little too high-tech for her liking. The kid looked worn out, dazed, and exhausted. She made sure the tree he was in held the boy gently while he stammered, struggling to answer her question. 

“They don’t like me. They -hic- keep trying to hurt me.” Danny finally managed to settle on a response. Poison Ivy gave the three men a deadly stare. How could they hurt such a tiny kid?! 

“Well, I don’t know how to help you kid, but I can direct you toward one of the Bats. They’ll probably take you home.” She said, still staring straight into the eyes of one of the men. He seemed especially uncomfortable with the vines wrapped around his torso. 

The kid shook his head adamantly. He floated gently upwards, an apology dripping from his lips. “Sorry, but I’ll find my own way back tonight. Feel free to do whatever you want to those men, they’re mean to me so I don’t care. And thank you for your help, Miss Isley.”

Startled by the use of her real name, Poison Ivy turned back to where the kid had been floating, but he had disappeared without a trace. Because of course he did. 

She sighed, turning back to her prisoners. “Now what should I do with you?” She asked to the empty air. The only response she got was a rustle in the wind and a grunt of frustration from a man with a red mustache.

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Final ficlet can be found here: Kicking Names and Taking Ass, All Before Naptime

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