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ultram0th · 6 months

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human.

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth.

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation.

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks.

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert.

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles.

All in all, it turned out to be the best Halloween of Derek’s life.

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annasellheim · 2 months

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I have been working on a book for the last three years. It was going to be published by two separate publishers that have since gone out of business. I was told it was too "weird" for any other publisher to be picked up, but was a story worth sharing. I was told to Kickstart it, but that would take more refining, and I'm fucking sick of this book.

So I'll be posting the whole thing on here in piecemeal. YOU'RE WELCOME!!!!

Here's the pitch letter:

Brittle by Anna Sellheim 159 pages Black and white

Logline:

After a lifetime of trying to ignore physical pain and emotional trauma by avoiding human connection, Anna takes a chance on her first romantic relationship at the age of 29. Will therapy and her love of art help her make meaningful and lasting relationships?

Synopsis:

Anna is an artist who desperately craves connection and seeks validation. However, early childhood trauma and an isolating bone disease have led to a lifetime of anger, depression, an eating disorder, and an overwhelming fear of rejection. When Anna takes a chance on her first romantic relationship at the age of 29, she goes to therapy to make sure she doesn’t blow it. Will therapy and her practice as an artist help Anna make the connections she has wanted her whole life?

Audience

The audience for this book would be those interested in graphic memoir, graphic medicine, exploring childhood trauma, chronic pain, people with uncommon genetic diseases, disability narratives, and those interested in whether connecting to your inner child is actually helpful. This book would also appeal to fans of Tessa Brunton’s Notes From A Sickbed, Lynda Barry’s 100 Demons, and Keiler Roberts’ Miseryland.

Bio

Anna Sellheim is originally from Washington DC. She earned her MFA in comics from the Center For Cartoon Studies in 2016. She has been published by the Nib, Oni Press and Seven Days. She also has contributed to a number of anthologies, most notably Dirty Diamonds and Comics For Choice. She has taught adult literacy in DC and has taught art and comic classes throughout the DMV Area and New England. She now works at the Refugee Youth Program, where she teaches art and comics to refugee youths ages 5-21 throughout Baltimore. Her work primarily deals with mental health, trauma, and the healing power of art.

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sparklemaia · 4 months

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...and then i cried.

this journal comic brought to you very late by the two (TWO!) bouts of covid I had during my first semester at comic book school.

hey did you know that I have a substack and it's free (or $5/mo if you're feelin' froggy and like to know Secrets) and it sends my comics etc. directly to your inbox??? it's true! I hate capitalism but I love drawin' stuff and I love YOUu ❤️

#journal comic #autobio comic #comic #covid #comics #comic book school #ccs #center for cartoon studies #cartooning school #ink #spilled ink

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fernpellerin · 2 months

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Creation Myth I created this at the end of my first semester at The Center for Cartoon Studies. Thank you for taking the time to read it :^)

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hauntedwitch04 · 6 months

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Anxiety party

James Potter x Reader

Words: about 1.9k words

Warnings: none, just some anxiety and a lovely Jamie (and wolfstar making out ;) )

Author's note: Hi! I'M SO SORRY, but saying that uni is kiking my ass is little. I have so much to study and a little time to do it, but after a week (and some day) I finally managed to write a oneshot for the b-day for the amazing @kdbsr-h. It's not much, but I hope you like it!

Btw guys my mind is blowing, if I hear another history word I go crazy

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I have the best friends in the world.

I think this is easy to state. Sirius, Remus, Lily, Regulus, and the list would go on for hours because there are really so many of them, they are really sweet, kind people who always find a new way to show their affection and make you feel special, and they always do it in a big way, but I didn't expect all this on my birthday.

When I entered the Common Room, I thought I was going to faint at any moment from embarrassment. The whole room was decked out for the occasion, with even pictures that my friends had taken of me all these years, with them,alone or with my boyfriend James (I know for a fact that the one where we sleep at the Potter house after watching one of my favorite childhood cartoons was taken by Sirius, and for that he will pay dearly).

After noticing how it is decorated, I realize instead how many people are there, and for a second, I feel my breath come short. Everyone is moving in time to the music, and for a moment, I get the idea of running away, hoping that no one had seen me yet, when I see Sirius coming with James and Regulus under his arm, all three wearing a T-shirt with our picture together. I blush even more, feeling myself more and more under a huge spotlight, making me sweat and feel watched and judged by every pair of eyes in the room.

"The birthday girl has finally arrived!" Exult the Black brothers, as I see Jamie look at me and immediately realize that something is wrong. As soon as he's near me he wraps an arm around my waist, and lets Sirius explain to me who he invited, why, what they did, and I realize more and more that as wrong as I feel right now, and with too much attention on me, they did it only with good intentions and only for the purpose of giving me the best "celebration of approaching old age," quoting Sirius' own words, possible. As soon as both Regulus, intent on finding something to drink, and Sirius, trying not to give away the fact that he was going into a corner to make out with Remus, are gone I feel James' lips settle on my neck, just below my hairline, to leave me with a gentle, reassuring kiss, before speaking softly close to my ear to be heard over the noise of the music.

"I'm sorry, I know you don't want to be the center of attention, but Sirius insisted that you deserve a party worthy of the 'queen of Hogwarts,' which you are." He says making quotation marks, shaking his head, at the words of his friend, who is convinced that the two of us are by far the most beautiful couple in the entire school, and are therefore its undisputed rulers.

"That's okay, I know they did it in good faith, and I kind of expected it wouldn't be in my comfort zone, but I have to say Siri really went for it this time." I say as I look at the shirt he's wearing with our faces in the foreground, and immediately blush to think that half the people are walking around with my face printed above his chest.

"Remember that all it takes is one word from you and we'll go away, I'm ready at any moment to save you my queen, as soon as it all becomes too much just give me a sign and we'll be out in no time." James reassures me, still holding me tightly in his arms, and immediately it doesn't seem so bad to be here, with him, among my friends.

At least for a while.

Slowly I feel anxiety rising more and more, like a snake slowly running over my skin and coming hissing to my ear, whispering insecurities and fear into my ear. I feel dread making space inside me, and all of a sudden this room seems too small, stifling, oppressive, and I feel like a fish out of water fighting to stay alive. The loud music shaking the walls fades into the background, and I find myself as if floating in a soap bubble, not knowing what to do or where to go, confused and dazed, but at the same time frightened.

Until James punctures that ball that had formed around my head, and brings me back beside him, touching my shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay honey?" He asks worriedly, already knowing that I am not okay. He immediately puts down the glass he has in his other hand, and rests his other hand on my other shoulder, placing himself in front of me and thus obscuring the other people we have around, so that only he can see me and relax me this way.

I shake my head, and wave to him with my hands around my neck that I am choking, without saying a single word not having the breath to say it, since out of panic my breathing had gone to hell and now I look like I am on the verge of an asthma attack.

He understanding me perfectly, however, picks me up and we go out into the corridors, where the night air invests me with all its power. Cold, but like a sedative, barely touching my skin, the breeze of this mid-November night calms me.

I stay for a few minutes taking deep breaths while James stays close to me, just holding my hand, knowing that on occasions like these I need my space to breathe and understand that I am not trapped. He slowly leads me by the nearest window he can find, sits down and then lets me sit on his lap.

"Better?" He asks in a whisper, and I can do nothing but nod. I allow myself to be cuddled by the smell of the autumn night and the scent of my fiancé, as I snuggle against his chest, trying to recover.

"I'm sorry, I know it took you so long, but I don't know what happened to me. One second I was perfectly fine, and the next I felt like I was crushed in a death grip, like the room was a sweater that was too tight and itching, that wouldn't let you breathe." I try to explain to the boy, as I look up from his chest to look into his eyes, and all I see is pure and total understanding.

"Love, there is nothing to apologize for. I knew it wasn't your kind of party, and I didn't have the guts to tell Sirius when he decided to prepare it, since you planned his birthday party. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine." James confesses, lowering his gaze feeling guilty.

"Don't say that even in jest, it's not your fault. Let's do this, it's nobody's fault. We should have been clear right away with our friends, but I don't feel like telling Siri that I felt bad because she had the wrong party, he had nothing to do with my panic attacks, however, I know that if I told him he would feel bad right away." I say and James can't help but nod as he sees me yawn. The boy smiles at my gesture, leaves a sweet kiss on my lips, not brief but gentle, and then strokes my hair, before handing me his jacket, which he had taken just before leaving the room.

"Get some sleep honey, I'll wake you up when the party has quieted down for a moment and we can go back inside." I try for a moment to counter, saying that I am not tired, but after a couple of minutes between his scent, his caresses and the night breeze, I fall asleep suddenly, falling into a quiet and peaceful dream.

Until I hear two sets of footsteps coming toward us, but I don't have the strength to open my eyes, so I stay and listen.

"That's where you two lovebirds ended up." He comments on what I recognize as Siri, while then Remmy speaks next.

"He's fine, before I saw you leave I saw that he didn't look good. Wasn't there too many people?" My friend asks worriedly, and I feel my heart ache at hearing his concern in his voice.

"No, it's okay, we wanted to spend some time alone. You know we don't like making out in public, unlike two of my roommates who are here now." Says James, and I can hardly hold back a laugh, being able to imagine the middle finger Lupin gave my boyfriend.

"Don't worry, he needed to rest for a moment. We'll be back inside in a bit." Jamie continues, and the other two happy with the answer, indulge themselves to return to the party, while I hear Sirius say that the two of them don't actually make out that often in public.

I hear James laugh at his friend's words, before his lips come close to my ear to whisper something, thinking I am still asleep.

"That's not true princess, we can all stay here as long as you wish, as long as you need to rest. Besides, it's true that the two of them always make out in public, Siri is just a little liar." My love says, before leaving me a slobbery but sweet kiss on my cheek. "I love you, more than you can imagine." He continues and I just want to tell him that I love him even more.

And just as I wonder how I can be so lucky, again his caresses on my back make me fall asleep, letting the night of my birthday pass and welcoming the new year ahead.

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