#and as you can see slime and ghost definitely do not look as good as they did on the spiral

[ferberus-skull]

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

💞A Valentine's Surprise💞

Pairing: Ray Stantz x Female Reader

This was a request by a friend that wasn't necessarily meant to be for Valentine's Day, but it seemed too good of an opportunity to pass up. The basic premise is Ray coming home after being out ghost-busting all day to find you waiting for him with a surprise.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

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NSFW

Ray shut the door behind him by leaning back against it and taking a breath. He was exhausted, and his back was aching from lugging around a proton pack all day. All he wanted was to fall into bed and sleep for twelve hours. However, soaking in the tub for a little while sounded nice, too. Maybe he could convince you to join him…

“Hey, sweetheart, I'm home!” he called, pushing off the door and slowly making his way back toward the bedroom. He wasn't entirely sure where you were, but he knew you were here. “Man, it's been a long day… I'm beat. I know I said we could go out if I got back early enough, but if it's okay with you, I could really use some sleep. The class five full roaming vapors are one thing, but we had two possessors back to back! I got lucky this time and didn't even get slimed. Venkman and Spengler weren't so fortunate. But we're all dead on our feet. Ha, sorry… Maybe that was a bad joke…”

He paused here to yawn and run a hand through his hair. He was so tired it didn't even phase him that the bedroom door was closed, which was unusual. “There's more, but I can tell you about it later. Hey, where are—”

Ray broke off, now having opened the bedroom door and realizing why it had been closed to begin with. His jaw dropped momentarily until a smile started tugging at his lips, and his body began immediately responding. Suddenly, he didn't feel so tired anymore.

You were sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for him, wearing only some red lingerie — that left very little to the imagination — and a smile.

“Hi,” he greeted, his smile widening.

You smirked in return. “Hi.”

You'd been waiting for him for nearly an hour, and his reaction was worth every second. It was as though Ray couldn't decide where to look first, which made you chuckle. You'd definitely surprised him. And in addition to yourself, you’d set out candles, flowers, and his favorite chocolates to be enjoyed later… But Ray only had eyes for you right now.

Ray stepped further into the room, approaching the bed. “What’s all this?”

“Well, it was going to be your Valentine’s gift, but if you’re too tired…”

“You know, I’m… I’m not feeling so tired anymore.”

“Yeah?”

Ray hadn’t stopped moving and was now crawling onto the bed on all fours up to you. He stopped when you were face to face. “Yeah.” 

He then looked down, letting his gaze drift over you, taking in the tantalizing view of your breasts through the sheer fabric covering them, and then lower, his breath catching and his cock hardening further within the confines of his pants as he realized that was indeed all you were wearing. There was a tie in the front that seemingly held it all together. Ray eyed it and idly bit his lip, wondering briefly if he could undo it with his teeth…

“You got this for me?” he asked, his fingers toying with the bow but not undoing it yet.

“No, I got it for me,” you teased. “For when I want to feel sexy.”

Ray grinned and softly kissed you. “You’re always sexy. Always beautiful. And this is… wow.”

You blushed and glanced away. He always had been very good at doing that. Your sweet man… “Thank you, Ray.”

“But you know… As much as I like seeing you in this…” He felt his cheeks get warm as he thought about what he was going to say.

You lifted a hand to his face, not wanting him to feel embarrassed for whatever he was thinking. It was endearing, really, the way his lustful thoughts sometimes flustered him. “What is it?”

Ray cleared his throat, unable to help but look over you again, his hands itching to touch you. He wanted you so badly… “I think I’d like it more if it were on the floor.”

Despite your cheeks still being a light shade of pink, your coy smile was back in place. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Ray gazed at you for a moment longer before moving to kiss you again, this time with a little more insistence. You hummed and raised your other hand to his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as the kiss gradually deepened. He didn't stay on your lips for very long, however.

He left a trail of soft kisses down to your neck, breathing in your scent as he went. You were wearing that perfume he liked so much. It made him feel a little giddy to know you'd gone all out for him. And he certainly wasn't going to let you down.

“Ray,” you whispered, stroking his hair. It was always so soft, even after a long day of ghost busting. “As much as I love you in uniform… Aren’t you a little overdressed for the occasion?”

Yeah, yeah he was. He then chuckled against your neck when he realized he was even still wearing his boots. “Guess so. Don’t worry, that’s easily fixed.”

Reluctantly, he moved away from you and sat at the end of the bed to remove his boots before standing to strip off his flight suit. You moved to the edge of the bed, raising up on your knees to help him undress the rest of the way. You tugged off his black shirt while Ray undid his belt and pants. You couldn't help but run your hands over his chest, loving the feeling of his warm skin under your palms. You were also quite fond of his chest hair...And Ray knew it, too, as evident by the sweet but slightly smug smile on his face.

Before you could get him out of his underwear, however, he kissed you and gently pushed you back onto the bed, lying you down and hovering over you. It briefly disappointed you that he wasn't letting you feel his skin against yours until you realized why. He'd left enough space to undo the tie on the front of the teddy. 

You could tell Ray was eager, but he wasn’t rushing. He carefully untied the bow and parted the fabric with the lightest caresses on your skin, making you shiver. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes for a moment before kissing your cheek, your jaw, and finally, your neck again.

As Ray pushed aside the fabric, he trailed his hands down your sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His lips were still on your neck, seeking out the sweet spot he knew would drive you wild. He loved that he knew you so well, that he could elicit such sweet sounds and reactions from you. You came alive under his hands and mouth, just as he did under your ministrations. With that thought, he lifted you just enough to get the teddy off and let it fall to the floor next to the bed.

Ray found that spot on your neck at the same time he covered your breasts with his hands. You moaned and arched into his touch. He felt like he couldn't get enough of you, between lightly sucking a mark onto your neck and kneading your breasts that fit so perfectly into his hands… You were so perfect…

“Oh, Ray,” you sighed, your fingers threading through his hair.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your skin. “I love you so much.”

With that, he moved on from your neck and began to kiss down your chest, replacing one hand with his mouth. He licked and teased your nipple, bringing it to a peak before moving to the other side. If it were up to Ray, he would have stayed there longer, maybe even move lower to taste you, but you both were too desperate and needy now, too worked up and aroused.

Ray got off of you long enough to remove his underwear. You couldn’t help but take in the sight of him naked. He was gorgeous, perfect in every aspect. He might not think himself perfect, but you did. And you wanted him. Badly. And there was no doubt he wanted you, too.

You reached for him, pulling him back on top of you by his hands. The smile on Ray’s face was soft as he let you guide him. Once your faces were close enough, your lips met in tandem, both of you humming as your skin made contact. You hooked your legs around his hips, pulling him tightly, intimately to you. Ray rocked his hips, which allowed him to grind against you.

“Raymond,” you gasped, breaking the kiss and tugging restlessly at his arms and shoulders. “Please, I need you.”

Without a word, Ray reached between the two of you, lined himself up, and pushed into you, both of you moaning at the feeling of him stretching your walls, filling you.

He groaned and pressed his forehead to yours once he was buried to the hilt. “Sweetheart, you feel so good.”

You nodded, running your hands over his back. “Oh, so do you, Ray. God…”

Ray pulled back just a bit before thrusting back in. It was not hard or fast, not yet; he just languidly rolled his hips, both of you sighing and gasping in pleasure. And things were already so slick between you from how aroused you were that Ray glided easily in and out. Your hands caressed each other anywhere you could reach. Eventually, Ray caught your hand, sliding your palms together until you could lace your fingers together. You both loved having that point of contact whenever you made love. Both of you always marveled at how much bigger his hands were than yours, and now was no different. His were so much bigger, but they fit together so perfectly. Just like your bodies did. 

But this wasn’t enough. Both of you wanted more.

Ray rolled onto his back, taking you with him. You sat up, your hands braced on his chest — your fingers curling into his chest hair — and your breath shaky as you ground your hips on him, making you both gasp. Even just like this, the feeling of him inside you was so damn good. But what felt even better was when you finally started moving on him, rising and falling, riding him with abandon until you found a rhythm that worked for both of you. Ray’s hands were tight on your hips, helping you for a few moments before he sat up, his arms wrapping around you and his lips attaching to your neck.

You could only moan in response and throw your head back. Ray moaned, too, louder than usual because you had pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged. He always loved it when you did that…

Both of you began to get desperate after that, no longer caring about finesse or savoring the moment. Passion was driving you now. Your echoed impassioned moans and cries filled the room as you both chased your releases. Ray's moans were music to your ears, and your cries of pleasure — cries interspersed with his name — drove Ray wild.

“Ray!” you whined. “Oh, God, don’t stop!”

He groaned, one hand braced behind him so he could snap his hips up to meet your movements. “I won’t,” he panted and took in the sight of you, from how your head was thrown back, the way your breasts bounced with each movement, down to where you two were joined. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Raymond!”

He hummed and caught your lips with his, swallowing your moans. You were so close, so desperate for release. He was making you feel. So. Good.

“Ray, baby, please… I’m so close… So close,” you panted and whined against his lips.

Ray managed a smile. “Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum around me.”

“Oh, Ray!” you cried, your head falling back again as your movements faltered, your body shuddering as you came.

Feeling you cum around him sent Ray over the edge right after you, a choked moan leaving him as he pulled you tightly down onto him, letting him spill deeply within you.

You clung to each other, riding out your orgasms and trembling together. You held Ray's head against your chest, and he could hear your heartbeat. 

Once the pleasure began to ebb, Ray laid back down and took you with him. You nuzzled and softly kissed his neck as your breathing returned to normal. Even after working all day, and now after this, Ray still smelled amazing. Whatever was just naturally him was intoxicating to you.

“I love you, Raymond,” you murmured.

Ray pressed a kiss to your hair. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

The pair of you cuddled for a little while longer before you both dragged yourselves out of bed only to properly get ready for bed. Ray got done before you, and as you walked out of the bathroom, you figured you'd find him already asleep with how tired he was, but instead, you found him sitting on the bed eating some of the chocolate.

“I thought you were dead on your feet,” you teased as you blew out the candles before cuddling up next to him.

Ray immediately wrapped an arm around you. “I am, but I worked up an appetite.” He offered you a chocolate. “Want one?”

In lieu of answering, you ate it out of his hand, making a point to let your lips slide over his fingers. Ray watched you, his jaw slack. When you noticed, you smirked up at him.

“You okay?”

“You trying to get me going again?”

You caressed his cheek and ran your thumb over the delicate skin near his eye. He looked beyond tired. “You're exhausted, Ray. I don't think you could handle it.”

Ray set the chocolates aside and lay down. You followed suit, allowing him to pull the covers over you, and snuggled up with your back against his front. Ray wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close. He softly kissed behind your ear.

“If I wasn't so tired now, I'd take you up on that challenge, but…” He could feel his eyelids already getting heavy now that he was relaxing. “I'll have to take a rain check. Maybe in the morning…”

You hummed, lacing your fingers through his and holding his hand to your chest. He was warm and solid against your back. You never felt safer than in his arms. “I'm holding you to that.”

He, too, hummed, drifting off. 

“And, Ray?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

[the-eyemunchies]

A small discussion. We all know ghoatbusters is autisti media, but can we talk about how all the ghostbusters are definitely neuroatypical (except for Winston).

So this is my Thread(i will only be using the movies but i could add so much more with the Real ghostbusters):

So let's start with the easy one, Egon is Obviously Autistic, he is the steriotypical autistic person, blunt, which shows difficulty in communication, has a hard time with socialization and has repetitive and behaviour. (Yes, those are the main 3 traits to define autism according to the dms-5 ), but we can add in some other stuff like he restrictive eating and hyperfocus that arent defining traits but are also associated.

Now let's go for Ray, i see a lot of people mentioning of autistic behaviour related to Ray and well due to Dan himself being autistic. but i will throw a thing out here, Ray has ADHD Not autism, specifically the mixed adhd which brings in the lack of attention along with hyperactivity. (i know the spectrum shows differently in each person but this is my headcanon and what i observed) So lets start, he is very impulsive, and take actions sometimes without even thinking, plus very active, childish, and he lacks a lot of attention like they'd be talking about a thing and stantz would trail off or even start something without even considering causes, like with the proton packs, ray was the first one to offer himself even if it is a nuclear weapon. He could go overboard like when he is asked to scream to the mood slime and goes over the top, and now that's not necessarily a adhd characteristic, but it's common, he is very adoptive and quickly witted.

Now, for the one no one ever talks about when mentioning about neurodiversity in ghostbusters and my favourite Venkman.

Oh, how do i start with this one, thats the most AuDhD person, in the movies the phrases like "Good or bad is a bit fuzzy in my mind" or "dont stare at me you have the bug eyes, im sorry" both the situation, of not exactly understanding the morals or social effects and of not liking to be stared at, (he barely looks at people faces while talking to them) The lack of feel and being rather apathetic, being calm to react to stuff, like on the second on thr mocie when they were being judged and he was telling louis exactly what to say and yet extreme impulsive action, like the way he behaved with peck, his extreme sincerity and plus even tho he is very communicative his ways of communication are very directed as in the need to alrewdy have a theme or create a move. he needs a topic to communicate with people, like i found it so stupid that he used the experiment to hit on the girl on the first scene then he used jokes to die out his anxiety and he is not very expressive and to actually talk to dana he used the excuse of the ghost hunting, and the way he began to freak out about the ectoplasma (now obviously im over exagerating) could be seen as sensory issues, much like ray he also gets side tracked and distracted a lot. It's hard to have two voices in ya head telling the most logical and other one telling the impulsive intrusive thought, and he shows the mixture of the two perfectly. and if you want to push even farther in, we can discuss dislexia. The fact he has to ask Ray to read certain words for him and tell him what it says is already very interesting. (Adding in Bill murray is not openly autistic, but there were mentions about it in old interviews and some stuff in different people mentioning the possibility. but for the section of factuality, let's say no)

It could've been an accident or not, but here we have it. this is my belief that none of this is canon. im not Dan nor Harold remis im just a person who really likes those characters and is also Autistic.

i love this picture of ernie hudson its so silly

[ask-the-royal-absol]

*Destino noticed Felix rushing over to them.*

Destino: You see what I mean about all of these Pokémon being weird? What did I do wrong?

*Felix was angry. Angry with himself. Angry that he didn’t stop Destino when he could see that they were going to insult the large Pokémon. Angry that he tried to make excuses for them. Also angry at Destino for not taking this situation with the seriousness it deserved*

Felix: Destino. I ain’t laughin’ at this.

*Destino could see their friend was trying to be serious with them. Oh great. Destino hated when Felix tried this. Hopefully the ghost type didn’t go full therapy mode on them.*

Destino: Of course not. I wouldn’t laugh either if I were dead. Then again, I wouldn’t be able to make a sound at all. You know, with the whole being dead thing.

*Before Felix could speak, Destino put their claw over the ghost type’s mouth.*

Destino: Shhh, I’m not done yet. You know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re about to speak. I just don’t see why you’re so worried, buddy. I’m not dead. Everything is fine. I’m sure I would have been able to charm that large Pokémon some more to get her to release me. This isn’t the first time I’ve-

Destino: Of course it’s not my first time. The first time was with this other weird-looking Pokémon. Ky-something-or-other. I almost drowned but I survived. I’m fine. Came out of it wet but it dried fairly quickly. Though, I don’t know how I’m gonna get this gunk out of my fur. Nasty saliva stuff.

*Felix sighed. Why didn’t Destino tell him about the first time? He knew Destino didn’t tell him about every little detail in their life but they told him most things. Felix knew he needed to make things clear with Destino. Put it into words Destino would respond to.*

Felix: I guarantee they ain’t filthier than what’s currently on ya face. *Felix takes his hands away and Destino glances at their fur again, disgusted look on their face.*

Destino: Perhaps I’ll need to be excused for an hour or so to remove this slime. Could you go and check on the prisoner downstairs? Interrogate her or something. Find out more about her before I go up there with her.

Felix: Of course. Take ya time. Perhaps don’t sing too loudly this time. I doubt you’d want everyone else ta hear ya.

Destino: Felix, you know everyone would want to hear my gorgeous voice. It would fill their ears with delight. I’m gonna sing extra loud just for them.

Felix: Alright pal. Good luck with that.

*Destino leaves to give their fur a good wash. You can definitely hear a voice singing through the stony walls and it’s actually surprisingly good. Destino can definitely hit those notes. Looks like that’s the only thing Destino seems to be good at. Felix heads down towards the dungeons to see Hope.*

*Destino is currently unavailable for asks.*

[darlingpwease]

>:□

Maybe he's trying to shake things up a little bit?? Lol WHAT, ME?!

Yes, maybe, but how long would that take, hm?? I got some Yuuta ideas to share that may dissappear depending on how long we wait 😒 /t /hj

AH– you seriously can go saying things like that akdhskd ...I'm actually really surprised you could catch the tone with out me saying it :0

-panna cotta

HAHAHHAHAHAH sjdgdjgdhdhd</3333 my task is to warn you so that you do not complain again that I use your words against you~ <333 /t

it's no joke, but— only recently I was thinking about the concept of brat!yuuta, who does not know how to be really teasing & annoying, since he is on the extremely serving and obedient side, but tries to provoke you so that you tame him, because he wants to feel how you will punish him,,, and your words unexpectedly fit in...🤨 I have my suspicions and they are not in your favor🤨🤨🤨 /t /hj

of course; the most terrible and naughty panna cotta!!! no one has received gifs with the threat of blocking from me as often as you</333 /hj

who said I'd be waiting? we'll just move on to brainwashing, yandere, mind breaking and dubcon, I'm not one of those who waste time, you know🙄😒

Yuuta and ghost!Reader where he is too withdrawn and lonely while for you he is the only person who sees you, and living as a ghost has definitely spoiled your morals — and the fact that his body is so susceptible to being touched and possessed by him and at the same time safe for you makes everything only worse; druid!Yuuta, who needs the "essence" to live and use his powers, finds a lonely traveler in the forest and really thinks that mating with you is a good idea (he promises to take care of you later... but he really needs to), but is pinned to the ground when it turns out that you are not unconscious at all, but absolutely not against it help him and even keep him for a while, even if he may not be very enthusiastic about it at first — if he is able to at least be aware of something after mating, of course; yandere!Reader who goes crazy because of a too kind & innocent Yuuta and uses a knife during not very consensual sex with a kidnapped Yuuta only to find out that Yuuta is very into the blood, very into the knives and very when you look like you can kill him, almost cumming when you say that you will make sure that he belongs only to you; lamia/slime!Reader in heat who hunts Yuuta and takes him in a deserted place, knowing that no one will help him, promising that you, of course, will take care of his throbbing womb and fill it, not knowing that this is exactly what Yuuta was trying to achieve, being breed by lamia/slime and stuffed with eggs, since both of you are already have you been courting each other for a long time and he wanted to help you, even knowing that this could lead to a mating?🤨🤨🤨 the exchange was made!!! give me your idEAS- /hj

listen, you and I agreed on neck and cheeks, but there were no ears in the contract, so— so there really meant teasing? and then you say you're not a brat?🙄😒 of course I can catch; you're 99% teasing, it's like assuming a fish is breathing in the water🤨 /t /hj

[howdidigethereimlost]

I had a dream last night where it was like this musical and the plot was really there, the cat slime was a bit uncalled for though.

[inhales]

Ok so it was like an unnamed female actress and Will Smith in it and it started like a horror movie where she was a detective going through an abandoned mansion, it was also in really good shape and not like vintage, it was a modern mansion and has weird stuff and like weird taste and while going around some badly constructed handrails in the middle kinda to the side of a hallway and there's this talking cat it slime and it's like "hehe, he's gonna find you", "who tf are you talking about", "ME" then ghost will Smith shows up scares the hell outta her and then musical starts where shes like I gotta get out of here and hes like get this bitch iutta my house and it slowly becomes a romcom and the talking cat reveals this scheme of cat marketing thats been going on where they were melting the cats or something and then the cat was evil and they had this scene where the girl waa somehow flying and will Smith was cause he was a ghost and it was actually a pretty good song, until i got involved.

I was this odd third wheel side character but it was such an insane story I was watching, I stuck around just to be the comic relief and I told them it was the cat and they went off to live happily ever after and then I remembered I had a tournament like hunger games style then it went even more off the rails.

So I frickin remembered this then I was going to this trials thingy and I was paired with this other guy who looked kinda pathetic and stuff, it was kinda sad that he really resembled me, so we were actually teammates like you both make it out alive kind teammates, there are also these recurring two guys I will get to in a minute (they never leave me alone, every dream I have.) So this guy looks kinda like me, he's a bit less pale and all though and his eyes are green. The arena is like this huge cylinder but huge as in tall, it was not that wide, like you run for around thirty seconds and that's it so there were these disclike terrain stuff bits that you were on, higher was of course better. But this guy had a bow, he had good aim too, I got a sword. I'm not great with a sword but I'm good enough to maybe almost do some damage. So this bell rings and it's like people are jumping through the air, landing on other ones, we can see the blood, and we sit there and wait for a minute. There were eighteen others at first, by the time they made it to us, there were three. Two were badly injured circling each other at the bottom and the other one was standing in front of us with and axe, so of course I've got the melee weapon so it was customary for me to stand to face this guy, it wasn't a guy though it was this fantasy looking crazy barbarian woman like butch as hell. So she's got this axe and Ive got a sword and I'm not THAT strong so I'm having trouble holding it cause it's like a standard sword and stuff and she like "so we gonna fight?", then out of nowhere my teammate fires at her, so we lived of course, we were like halfway up, she fell off and definitely died abd all so we rejoiced like yay we get to live. So then these two guys from before come back like YOU FORGOT US AGAIN REMEMBERERRR. Or at least one was, so I'ma describe them both, ok so the one freaking out was named I think Oliver and he was like Brazilian and like five foot four I think, he wore mostly green and he had blue eyes and this tatoo on his collar of this one flower i think it was poisonous and he wanted to be cool so bad, he was a daredevil vut he wasnt the one who came up with things, that was Jackson, but i typically called him jack, i think he was mostly European? I couldn't really tell cause I'm bad at speculating races and he had albinism and he usually wore red and pink and today though he had one of Oliver's jackets which was green and he was comforting Oliver cause Oliver was being a drama king. And he-

[passes out due to lack of oxygen]

[vampireloverz]

don’t be scared, little one

pairing: demon! shouta aizawa x gn! reader 

words: 3.4k

cw/tw: exophilia/teratophilia (seriously its not just dude with ears and tail you’re gonna fuck a demon), dubcon, size difference (i may have gone overboard with this lol), fear, tummy bulge, cumflation, botched exorcism, minor degradation

—  “You broke whatever ties I had to this place, to my life, I can barely remember anything now.”

“Thats, uh, good! Right? Now you can leave!”

His booming laugh falls over you like ice water, his ruby eyes catch in the light and you feel a scream start to build in your throat. “You’re so stupid. Now I can touch you.”  —

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You really should’ve been more skeptical when the price of your new apartment just seemed too good to be true. You didn’t care, it was too perfect to pass up. It’s close to work, the neighbors are quiet and nice, the elevator actually works. The downside is that you're pretty sure it's haunted. There isn’t blood or slime dripping from the walls, no terrifying nightmares plaguing you but there’s definitely... something around you, watching you. You didn’t notice it at first, you rationalize misplaced objects and mysteriously broken cups and plates as stress from the move. But after a month you can’t find any more excuses for missing clothes and randomly torn sheets.

“Okay, I get it!” you shout into your empty apartment when your T.V. cycles through channels so quickly it makes your head spin, “I’m living in your home and you’re upset, but I’m not leaving! Since you won’t actually speak to me, maybe you can talk in a different way. I’ll be back soon.”

You leave a piece of scrap paper and pen on your table when you leave. When you come back you find one word in small, neat handwriting. Shouta. 

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You can live with a ghost, you actually think it's kind of cool at first. You manage to get some more information from your spirit roommate by using a notepad. He writes how old he was when he died, how he loved cats, his birthday, but nothing as important as his name. He doesn’t ever actually appear in front of you, but you manage to catch glimpses of him in mirrors and reflections on your phone screen. You know he sits by you on the couch when you watch movies, the air around you grows icy and the seat beside you sinks a little.

He’s helpful, always floating things over to you when you need them and turning off your lights when you’re too cozy to leave your bed. You actually like him a lot, even if the two of you have never really talked. 

That is, until he starts doing creepy things. 

Normally when you’d change or shower he’d tinker with objects in the living room to show that he wasn’t peeping. Recently, however, you’ve stopped hearing things outside your door and instead feel ghostly fingers graze against your bare back. 

Every time it happens you jump about a foot in the air and whip around like you’ll actually see Shouta standing there. You never do.

You’ve been waking up at all hours of the night, jolting awake when the temperature under your covers takes a nosedive. A dip in the mattress like there’s someone laying next to you. You can’t bring yourself to say anything, to move, you just stare at the empty space until you end up falling asleep again.

You randomly end up spending a night at a friends house after your car breaks down and you experience the first uninterrupted rest in weeks. You decide you have to get rid of Shouta.

You start to spend more time out of the house, you don’t need him looming over your shoulder to see you researching exorcisms. You don’t want to spend money to have some phony come over just to sprinkle some salt and take your cash, so you decide to do it yourself. You find some random occult website that doesn’t look too sketchy and begin to prepare. You buy candles and chalk, you think it’s strange that it asks for a lock of your hair and some blood but you ignore the warning in your gut to do as it says.

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You finish sketching the circle and prick your finger with a pin, wincing as you squeeze out a drop of blood onto the floor. The moment it hits the tile, Shouta appears in his translucent phantom glory. Even in death, he looks tired, you briefly think that he actually looks quite handsome. His long hair falls around his shoulders as he looks down at where you’re kneeling, his face like that of a disapproving teacher. 

“Did you really want to be rid of me that badly?” his voice is nice, deep and smooth, but a little odd, it almost sounds like there are multiple people speaking at once. 

“Huh,” you say intelligently, “you’re a real ghost.”

Shouta sighs, “Of course I am. Now can you please stop this, you aren't doing it right.”

You ignore him, you’ve already come this far and you really don’t find his antics cute anymore. “Shouta, listen, I'm sorry but I need you out of here. Don't you wanna rest in peace anyway?”

“If you fuck this up something bad can happen. Really bad.”

“Whatever,” you’re not going to waste time talking to a ghost, you pull your laptop closer to you and start to read the incantation off the website.

“Hey, hey!” Shouta tries to step forward and close your laptop but your binding ritual seems to have actually worked, he can't step outside of the circle you've drawn. “Quit it! That’s not gonna get me to leave!” his voice warbles and he groans like he’s in pain.

You flick your eyes up at him and see a shadow pass over his face, his eyes going from black to red and back in an instant. Anxiety creeps up your spine but you keep reciting the spell. You speed through the last sentence as quickly as you can, a sick anticipation building in your stomach like the moment in a movie right before the jumpscare.

You can't look up to see if Shouta is gone, you know he isn't. Or maybe he is. You just know that you don't think you can look up to see what's panting like a beast in your living room. 

The dead silence in between its breaths and thick dread presses around you like a perverted hug. You realize you’re trembling, fear gripping you so tightly you feel bile rising in the back of your throat. You are positive you won’t like what you’ll see but you have to know, you have to look up. 

You manage to lift your head to face two crimson eyes suspended in swirling darkness. What looks like black smoke rolls off it in waves in time with its breathing. The top of its head grazes your ceiling even as it's hunched over, you can't wrap your head around how enormous it is. Pinned under the stare of that thing you can barely manage to breathe, as if it's reaching out and physically crushing you. Something about its gaze feels familiar, but that can't be. Right? Oh shit.

“Shouta?” you manage to squeak out.

The creature tilts his head and rumbles so loudly that it makes you jump, hands flying to your mouth to cover your little gasp. 

He makes the same noise again, like a thunderstorm rolling through your living room, almost like he's laughing. You feel slightly more at ease somehow. At least you didn't summon the Devil, an evil you know is better than one you don't, right? Your mind adjusts a bit to his figure, still vaguely human but so wrong. Whenever he breathes it's like his whole form changes, wriggling and shifting unnaturally, like when you pass your hand through smoke. You’re fascinated by him but you can't deny that he looks absolutely terrifying. You're sure that if you manage to get out of this alive you’ll have nightmares for days.

You swallow down your fear to speak, “Shouta, what… what did I do to you?”

He’s silent for a moment, eyes sparkling with some dark amusement. 

“You broke whatever ties I had to this place, to my life, I can barely remember anything now.”

“Thats, uh, good! Right? Now you can leave!”

His booming laugh falls over you like ice water, his ruby eyes catch in the light and you feel a scream start to build in your throat. “You’re so stupid. Now I can touch you.” 

He moves, the first heavy thud of his foot hitting the floor makes you shriek and jump up just to land back down on your behind. Your arms shoot back to hold you up so you don’t fall completely on your back and your mind screams at you to get up, run, do anything, but you can’t. You just watch, helpless, as he slinks towards you, rolling his shoulders like he’s getting comfortable in his new form. Your head tilts back to keep eye contact with him, he takes up your entire field of vision. 

Writhing shadow lifts toward you. A hand, you realize, inhuman as it is. It’s big, gargantuan compared to you. He makes to grip your throat then pulls back like he realizes that, if he does so, he could hold your entire head in his palm. You watch a lone tendril, a finger, move forward and wrap around your neck. The knuckles of his other fingers press against your chest, you can feel your heart thudding against them. You’re surprised that under the shadow there is something corporeal, something so warm and weighty.    

Shouta leans forward and opens his mouth, the several rows of sharp, jagged teeth staring back at you makes your heart nearly stop. His tongue lolls out, inky black and impossibly long with shiny spit coating every inch. Why does the sight of it make you feel… excited? No, that can’t be it.

His tongue makes contact with the corner of your mouth first before it slides slowly across your face, up against your cheek and back down again. It’s so warm and almost nauseatingly slick that it makes you shudder and dig your fingernails into the floor. He licks the sweat away from your temples before sliding down to your neck, almost like he’s grooming you. His breath fans across your skin, goosebumps spreading over your arms and legs despite the warmth. 

The tip of his tongue wriggles against your lips, pushing and prodding languidly until he gets impatient and forcefully parts them to press his tongue against your teeth. You don’t know why but you open your mouth for him and are rewarded with a chuckle that almost sounds like he’s purring, the sound echoes in your chest. 

It can hardly be called a kiss, his tongue fills and explores your mouth until you gag at the sensation of it slipping past the back of your throat. You’re alarmed when you realize you can’t breathe, hands frantically pawing at his finger around your throat. Shouta doesn’t move, just continues worming his tongue around inside you until you’re lightheaded, until you think you’re going to pass out. It starts to sound like you’re underwater, your pulse thudding in your ears as the edges of your vision begins to black out.  

He finally pulls back, taking his tongue and hand away as you sputter and suck in greedy gulps of air. You feel him on you again once your coughing subsides, eagerly palming your chest like he didn’t almost kill you.

You feel so faint and weak that you don’t protest when he drags his hand down your torso, ripping through your clothes with ease. You sob when a claw catches on your nipple. It seems to amuse him, he gives a pleased hum as he throws your torn clothes to the side. 

He flips you onto your stomach, so quick and rough it punches the air out of your lungs. You’re still disoriented, vision swimming as you try to lift yourself up. One massive hand holds your head down to the floor, your face turned to the side so you're still able to see him if you strain, and his other tears your pants away to shreds. The tips of his claws graze your thighs none too kindly as he knocks your legs apart, you wince at the pain and hope he doesn’t rip through your skin. 

As if he can read your thoughts, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could in this form, he speaks, “I don’t intend to harm you, little one.”

“So let me go!”

He laughs, “I also don’t intend to do that, you don’t want me to anyway.”

Before you can ask why he’d say that, he slips a hand between your legs. You’re mortified to find yourself incredibly turned on, you didn’t even notice the wires for fear and arousal getting crossed and intertwined. 

You sob, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to hide your face on your floor. 

“Want to know something I remember about being alive?” he voice grates against your ears, you hate that you’re beginning to like it. “Pretty little things like you were just my type.” 

The first touch of his cock against you makes you yelp, it slides between your thighs until it nudges your belly. Your eyes widen, there is no way that is going to fit inside you. 

It doesn’t feel human at all, it’s so unnaturally heated and textured that you wonder what it would feel like in your hands. 

“Don’t worry,” he humps against you and groans, “I’m not that cruel, I’ll make sure you’re prepared to take me.”

You can’t manage to move more than trembling against him, sighing when his cockhead brushes against you just right, just enough to make the heat between your legs burn even hotter. He snickers at the small, sniveling sounds of pleasure you let out. Pinpricks of shame sparking along your cheeks, somehow embarrassed to be aroused in front of this demon, to be turned on by him, because of him. You can’t help it, the anticipation of him splitting you open on his cock has you panting as he humps you, he’s just so enormous, so all-encompassing and warm against you.

The tip of his cock leaks against you, spreading heated slick across your stomach. You feel something damp and warm prod against you and you choke on a moan. Shouta’s tongue licks in circles, his thick spit pooling on your skin until he pushes inside. It’s a strange feeling, having something so slicked up and smooth writhing around inside you. You listen to his open mouthed pants as he pumps his tongue in and out of you, you swear that with every push inside it grows bigger, thicker. You bring your hand between your legs to feel where he’s pushing inside you and you groan at the feeling of his spit sliding down your fingers. 

“Go on,” he slurs, “touch yourself.”

You whimper and take your shining wet fingers away to do as he says. His tongue still moves in and out of you at a steady pace, even as your insides spasm and clamp down on him.

“Oh, are you going to cum?”

You nod as best you can, cheek squishing onto the floor as you work your fingers over yourself frantically. You can’t believe you’re actually about to cum but you can’t even pretend that you don’t want to. You push yourself back onto his tongue as you work yourself through your orgasm, whining and panting all the while. 

Your hand falls away even as he continues to thrust his tongue inside, stretching you until he’s satisfied. When his tongue slips out you feel hollow and empty, already aching to be filled by him again.

Shouta slams one hand by your head, snarling. “You’re ready now.”

You watch, horrified, as his talons sink into the floor just an inch away from your face when he begins to mount you. His other hand pushes down on your back to hold you in place as he pushes into you. 

Tears cling to your lashes, his cock is too big even after he stretched you so much. It’s uncomfortable at first, it aches and burns so badly that you bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself. Shouta’s tongue licks the tears away from your face, it feels oddly soothing. You hear his claws pop out of the floor beside you, one by one thunking out of the tile as he sinks further into you. 

When he reaches between your legs you panic, talons should not be going there. He grunts when you squirm but continues to move, he’s smart enough not to claw you when he pushes a bent finger between your legs for you to hump against. The pleasure makes you relax a fraction, sighing and trying to push yourself forward onto his knuckle. 

“Taking me so well, I never would’ve known you’re such a whore.”

You jerk and feel yourself tighten around him, “I’m— ah— not! ’M not a whore!”  

“Yes you are, you’re my little whore now,” he sneers. He finally stills his hips but continues to rub himself against your front. “You’re so tiny, I don’t think you can take all of me inside.”

You feel like you’re going to black out, you’re so full of him that you can barely breathe and there’s more? Pathetic, fucked out noises escape you as he starts to pull out.

“Oh— oh! Fuck, oh, my God!” you cry out when he pushes his cock back inside you.

“No gods here, little one, only me.”

He starts slow, you can’t be sure that it’s for your sake or if it’s because your body is resisting the intrusion so much. But, fuck, it feels good. You’ve never been filled like this before, don’t know if you ever will be again. You’re sure that no amount of your own fingers or human dick or toys will ever make you feel this amazing. 

And yet, you want more. You nudge your hips into him, wincing at the pressure that washes over you until pleasure replaces it. He hums and starts to fuck you a little faster, the drag of the unique texture inside you makes you throb. You push one hand onto the floor to prop yourself up and push back into him, chasing the satisfaction of his cock hitting so far inside you. 

“Greedy,” he muses.

You yelp as he lifts you up, the way one of his hands can wrap all the way around your torso makes your stomach makes a bolt of heat shoot between your legs. 

Shouta’s arms wrap around yours from behind, pushing you against his chest with no room to move. He holds you in place so your arms are pinned between his forearms and biceps. He clasps his hands behind you, colossal palms push against the back of your head forcing you to look down at how you’re splayed open, legs dangling limply. 

“Oh,” you hiccup, “fuck.”

Every time he thrusts into you your stomach protrudes, bulging out just enough to be visible, the thought of him sheathing himself fully in you makes you dizzy. 

“You want more?” he asks, taunting you, “Do you think you could handle me?”

You don’t know, don’t care, you just want to cum. 

“Yes! Fu—ck! Haaaah— yes, yes!” you babble.

He drives the last rest of his cock inside, pushing the thickest part of himself past the last bit of resistance your body has. He’s crammed so deep into you that you think you can feel him in your throat. You keen when you watch your stomach distend. You go blind for a moment when he pulls out and pushes back in, being completely filled is making you woozy. You giggle, hysterical as he forces an orgasm out of you. No matter how much you thrash in his grip you don’t throw him off his rhythm. You wail as he fucks you, you can't even find the strength to close your mouth. Your tongue slips past your lips and Shouta’s tongue slides into your mouth, not enough to choke you this time. You can feel your combined drool fall onto your stomach and between your legs, sliding against you pleasantly. 

Shouta growls, the volume of it shakes your very bones as he presses his hips up into you with such force you think something might break. His hands press down on your head until you’re almost bent in half, you’re so limp and boneless that you can’t even struggle against him.

He doesn’t warn you that he’s cumming, you just feel hot, fat ropes of his seed fill you. It almost burns, his cum is even warmer than his cock and there’s too much for your body to handle. Your stomach pooches out as he fills you, even though so much seeps out of you that you can feel it slide down your thighs and onto the floor.

Shouta’s tongue leaves your mouth to slip down to where you are connected , collecting his spend on his tongue just to shove it into your waiting mouth. You swallow it down eagerly, sucking on his tongue like it’s the last taste of water you’ll ever get. 

He pulls his tongue out of your mouth and nuzzles the back of your head, “You’re my plaything forever now, little one.”

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first time writing for a gender neutral reader so lmk how i did! :o

this is was inspired by my love for venom (im sure thats obvious lol) and this ask from @misterhoneyyandere​, ever since i read it shadow demon aizawa has been living in my brain rent free ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ also i hope u like this mr honey djdkdndndn

and thank you to @hqmonarch for beta reading kiss kiss ( ʃƪ˘ ³˘ ) 🤍  

[idontticwhen-i-bustghosts]

Just for a Minute

Summary: The reader gets Egon to sleep after a hard day

Author’s Note: This is definitely not as good as it could be, but I know that if I don’t post it now I never will. Sorry if there are any dumb errors, hopefully some of you will still like it 💜

Word Count: ~950

     You’re alone at the firehouse, sitting in Egon’s bed and waiting for the guys to get back. The ghost described over the phone sounded pretty tough, so all of them went to deal with it, leaving the building strangely quiet and empty. Janine has already gone home for the night as it’s getting pretty late. Luckily, she gave you a book to borrow before she left so that you wouldn’t get too bored while waiting. It isn’t the type of book that you would usually read, but you’re thankful that there’s something to distract you from the almost creepy silence you’re surrounded by. You can feel yourself getting a bit restless from waiting, and you really hope that everyone is already on their way back.

     Soon enough, you hear the familiar sound of large doors opening, and the Ecto-1 driving in. You quickly drop your book and rush down to greet everyone. You watch your friends get out of the car one at a time, all looking extremely tired and disheveled. Egon is the last to get out, and he is completely covered in slime. You feel a little bit bad wondering how long it’s going to take Ray to clean out the car, but you know that he’s going to insist on doing it himself. 

     “Hi (y/n),” Egon says, walking up to you. “I got slimed.” Even though he looks absolutely exhausted, he has a faint smile on his face as he watches you try very hard not to laugh.

     “Why don’t you go take a shower?” you suggest, gesturing to the slime that is now puddling around his feet. “I’ll get you some clothes for you while you get cleaned up.”

     “Thank you, I appreciate it,” Egon says before making his way to the showers. He doesn’t always like accepting help from others, so it’s meaningful that he accepts your offer.

     You know how hard Egon has been working lately, but it’s clear how busy he’s been when you see the mess inside of his locker. He generally likes things to be organized, so maybe he’ll let you help him do some laundry. Hoping that Egon will get some much needed sleep tonight, you decide to pick out some comfortable clothes for him. It takes a few minutes to sort through all of his button-ups, sweater vests, and dress pants, but eventually you find a simple T-shirt and some sweatpants.

     You carry Egon’s clean clothes to the showers and smile when you hear him humming a song to himself. Not wanting to invade his privacy, you shout just loud enough to be heard over the water, “Egon, I’m leaving your clothes over here. I’ll be in bed whenever you’re done.”

     “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” he shouts back before he resumes his humming. 

     You return to the sleeping area and find that Ray has already fallen asleep. It must have been really a tough job, because he didn’t even bother getting under the covers. You aren’t sure where the other two ghostbusters have gone, so you sigh before stealing a blanket off of Peter’s bed and tucking it in around Ray. Even though you know he’s a deep sleeper, you still get back into Egon’s bed as quietly as possible. 

     Egon doesn’t take very long showers, so you only have to wait a few minutes before he joins you. “You’re always taking care of people,” he says, gesturing to Ray. “I like that about you.” He sits down at the foot of the bed and gives you a small smile. 

     It’s not very often that Egon wears such casual clothes, and you can’t help but notice how cute he looks with his hair still damp. “You look really nice,” you tell him. You catch his smile getting bigger before he looks down at his lap shyly. He’s never been very good at receiving compliments, especially about his looks. “Come lay down next to me,” you offer, “it is your bed after all.” 

     He takes a second to think before responding. “Okay, but just for a minute,” he says as he takes off his glasses. When he sees a small frown spread across your face, he adds, “there are some things I wanted to finish up, and I’m not very tired yet.”

     All of the beds at the fire station are pretty small, but the two of you fit pretty comfortably as long as you stay cuddled together. Tonight you end up laying on your back while Egon is on his side. His arms and legs are gently wrapped around you, and his head is laying on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat always helps him relax, and you can smell his freshly cleaned hair when you breathe in.

     Despite his claims to not be tired, Egon yawns deeply. You begin to run your fingers through his hair in the way that always puts him to sleep. You expect him to object and say that he still has work to do, but he doesn’t. “Your hair is so soft,” you say, and he just replies with a low hum. 

     Egon would never admit it, but he really is tired. He thinks it probably wouldn’t hurt to get just a few minutes of sleep, so he nuzzles his face deeper into your chest. You feel his grasp around you relax slightly as his arms become heavy. “I love you,” he whispers just as he’s drifting off to sleep.

     You’re quite proud that you were able to get Egon to sleep tonight, so you take a minute to just lay there smiling quietly. Eventually, you whisper back, “I love you too.” You quickly feel your body start to settle, and before you know it, you fall asleep too.

[twisted-in-wonderland-jay]

Winter Headcanons

First Years

building snowman building forts across Main Street to fight with the other first years. You guys all camp out at ramshackle almost every other night in the living room you build little tents and it’s adorable and it’s really fun. You guys also do a lot of baking surprisingly Jack and deuce are the best at it. Jack’s a really good baker and deuce is just really good at decorating. Epel tries to make a Vil cookie and then proceeds to eat it… you guys do a little secret Santa and white elephant exchange which means that you buy a gift pull it random name out of a hat and give whatever you got for the gift to that person regardless of what they wanted or not. It’s kind of funny because Ace definitely got a gag gift and give it to Sebek who utterly destroyed him for his taste in gifts. You guys take plenty of photos with the ghost camera and may or may not go visit Santa Claus and sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas because you guys aren’t two--year-olds.

Riddle

A lot of indoor tea parties. He really enjoys playing board games, and if you’re lucky he might take you out on a horse ride. Which could be fun because he might take you out when it’s snowing and it’s really pretty and all that. Not because he wants to but because you know he looks lonely. He really enjoys watching the snowfall and just relaxing so that’s probably what he’s going to be doing the most of.

Trey

He loves walking down the road to admire all the Christmas lights and he definitely helped decorate the entire day of Main Street for the holidays. He loves baking cookies for everyone which sometimes you guys do a little taste test. (And sometimes other stuff goes down but we don’t talk about that(where did that mind of yours go)) not that you saw the parentheses but sometimes he sneaks mistletoe into the kitchen so he can give you a kiss so are you guys are baking away. He knows like 1000 different recipes and you could you guys bake them all season long because he wants to give you everything.

Cater

Definitely has a bucket list winter date list because why the hell wouldn’t he. His goal is to do it all in this one winter season which is almost impossible because he has like 200 things on that list and you’d have to be doing multiple things a day. So you guys will definitely be doing a lot of outfit changes to make it seem like you did when each day… He loves listening to people Carol and walks down the road just to admire all the lights in the windows and take aesthetically pleasing photos because why the hell not. He definitely radiates the kind of energy of a child that would make slime themed after every holiday so that’s definitely something on his winter bucket list. Build a blanket fort this as much as he wants to go on social media does not because it’s so cozy and he doesn’t want to get up to get his phone so you guys just cuddle.

Ace

He brought a whole ass tree into his dorm and decorated it at like two in the morning, then got yelled at by Riddle because he broke some rule that says you’re not allowed to have a Christmas tree over 8 feet tall or some thing. Eventually the Riddle didn’t forgive him because it’s kind of pretty. Ace definitely blows bubbles to see if they freeze I don’t know why he just does. He thinks it’s really funny and hopes there’s a different outcome each time but it’s the same don’t tell him though. You guys have video game or game board nights, he loves running around and playing in the snow starting snowball fights with random students he doesn’t know. Just because he wants to, he once hit Crowley we don’t talk about that

Deuce

This is favorite thing is to feed the reindeer. I don’t know why it’s something I do and I just think his dumb Brain would get so much joy out of it. He also really loves to catch snowflakes on his tongue even though they melt and he gets really sad about it. He’s very much as soon as he gets back to his dorm or to your dorm he puts on his PJs he doesn’t care what Riddle says well he kind of cares but Rita kind of lets its slide. He just wants to be cozy he also surprisingly really likes going caroling he’s not the best singer in the world but he’s definitely not bad it’s something he definitely needs to work on. But it’s the thought that counts and sometimes he does just mouths words make it seem like he’s singing but he’s not sometimes he’s a little embarrassed.

Leona

If you thought he was a lazy during the other times the year he is sleeping all day long all day long all week long. There isn’t a time where you find him awake unless you have to wake him up. Che’ka Is the cutest thing ever during the winter because he makes him go sledding and it’s so funny to watch a drowsy Leona go down the hill in a sled with his fun loving nephew. Not much happens during the winter because he’s asleep for most of it so it’s a lot cuddling and a lot of get out of bed.

Jack

He’s got a big ass winter coat, this boys coat for winter could literally be made into three more coats for people to wear. And now you know what he looks like when he’s home during the winter. He tries his best to cut it but his hair just keeps growing. Some of the things that he really loves doing in the winter with you is running through snow piles in his wolf form it just makes him feel more at home, he’s fucking loves winter, he loves snowboarding skiing running around being wild it’s his favorite time of the year because spring and fall give him really bad allergies and summer is just overbearingly hot especially because he’s got think fur.

Ruggie

You better be ready when Springtime i’m around because this boy is shedding his winter coat. Yes I did do research for this, hyenas in prehistoric times lived in colder climates so they actually did grow winter coats nowadays hyenas usually live somewhere near the savanna so they don’t usually have it. But since it’s cold out this boy is growing a winter coat, it’s thick but it’s not long so you don’t have to worry about that. Another receipt. Like his usual dates he really enjoys having a good indoor picnic but he also doesn’t mind an outdoor one as long as it’s in his dorm because it’s hot there and doesn’t have to worry about snow. He is super unproductive during the winter basically Leona at this point, but sadly he cannot given she was urges to sleep all day because we wanna is even worse than usual. If he does go out he usually enjoys ice fishing especially in spots he really shouldn’t be ice fishing in like in the middle of school grounds that kind of thing.

Azul

This. Man. Is. Classy. That is all, he is the most bougie man you have ever met he takes you on all the fancy dates the ones that are the black tie dates what do you have to dress formal and he loves the black-and-white on you there’s just something about it that he loves. But at the same time he is also a child so definitely look forward to cuddle time after dinner or in the middle of the day he’ll pull you aside and he’ll be like “can we cuddle?”

Jade

Jade is very chill, during the winter I mean he’s always chill but he definitely doesn’t go outside a whole lot unless you ask him to. His favorite thing that he’s done with you over the winter is building ugly with you that it was so fun and building it was kind of hard, but to every good there is a bad and that happened in the form of Floyd because he jumped on it thinking it was a giant snow pile while you guys were in it… Needless to say Floyd was forced to build another one and you guys stayed in there reading a bit.

Floyd

Floyd loves a good competition so he makes a competition out of literally everything, especially hot cocoa there’s no actual rules though so he literally puts everything on it and even though it could look like the most disgusting thing ever he still says he wins. Can you just have to agree because if you don’t he might get a little sad. He is definitely that annoying kid that plays Christmas music before he supposed to like early November until late January. Any chance that he is free in the lounge he changes the music and you can change it back to whatever it was and then two seconds later he would be back there changing it again. He doesn’t do it because he enjoys it he does it because it’s annoying people. He also quite enjoys bonfires while it’s snowing which is a complete paradox because it defeats the whole purpose of trying to stay warm if it’s snowing but I digress he can do as he pleases,

Kalim

He has basically been shelted his whole life the first year that you guys go out in the snow is the first time he’s really ever seen snow or experienced it. Other than that one time in his dorm. He doesn’t have winter clothes at all so the first thing you definitely need to do is go get him some. When he goes outside he dances in the snow and he thinks it’s so amazing until he lays in it and realizes he’s actually dying from the cold. That was the moment he realized he was stupid… he still dances around in the snow just this time with an actual coat and everything he feels like a giant marshmallow and he chose to hug you but can’t get close enough because he bought like 1000 different coats.

Jamil

He’s is not gonna lie he is not a huge fan of winter or snow he’ll put up with it but if he can avoid it he won’t go outside. Every now and then if he’s feeling nice he’ll go out with you and have a snowball fight build a snowman or do something festive but that’s like every couple weeks. However if you decide to go out at all he definitely make sure that you dress warm and basically becomes your mother making sure that you’ve your hat and gloves and scarf and everything you could possibly need to stay warm. More often than not he asks you to stay over so that you’re not freezing in your dorm.

Vil

They’ll despite the snow is still as graceful and elegant as ever so he definitely takes you out during a light snow to have like a candlelight dinner or some thing. He also likes silver enjoys ice-skating so they’re often ice-skating and you can join them as well if you know, vil isn’t as nice as silver though and he probably won’t take the time to teach you he’ll just throw you on the ice and you can just watch him. He also quite enjoys telling everyone to get off the ice so that he can perform. He really hates going out for long periods of time though because his coat is fashionable not practical so he’s actually like really really cold. He quite enjoys going to museums during this period to admire art even though he’ll comment on him being the best piece in the gallery. If you thought his routine during the other times of the year were long he don’t tell anyone but actually sleeps in quite a lot during the winter and then takes like three hours to get ready.

Rook

He loves going sightseeing during the winter because everything basically changes in his eyes, he loves to write little poems just for the occasion. He also really enjoys Snow hunting he doesn’t really like taking your long if you’re finicky, Sometimes instead of hunting he actually just takes you to go see the animals. He also likes to chill by the fire side and drink hot cocoa. However his all-time favorite thing to do is go for carriage rides or take you on a horse through the woods he thinks it’s so romantic and so cute and you basically the center of attention.

Epel

When you’re on the way to class and you walk down the main road he definitely sneaks in a snowball at you. He absolutely hates winter with his dorm, because despite it being cold Vil definitely doesn’t let him wear his coat that he really likes or anything like that it’ll be some white furry coat that he absolutely hates because it’s not warm at all it’s just fashionable. Despite Vill’s attempts to stop him Epel loves doing ice hockey with everyone including you. Vil said next time he sees it in his room he’s getting rid of it so he just keeps it at ramshackle. A couple of other things he loves doing is building snowman, making paper snowflakes and drinking apple cider.

Idia/ortho

I’m putting these two together because honestly they have such a similar personality in my head for winter. Ortho would definitely want to have a couple snowball fights and you would both drag Idia out of his room he’ll try to complain about it being cold or something and try to go back in but you won’t let him. When Idia gets his way you guys are mostly just inside playing games usually board games. Ortho definitely loves to make gingerbread houses after you show him and he’s literally made a whole city by the end winter. Now nobody can use one of the tables in the main hall… The first time you show ortho sledding he goes crazy over it he absolutely loves it it’s so much fun to him and after you guys are done you definitely have to let him go inside and warm up because despite not being able to really feel it he does get cold considering he’s made out of metal. Idia does a lot more sleeping during the winter because he just doesn’t like going outside in the cold.

Malleus

Malleus is about the same as he always does which does not mean he’s not romantic it just means nothing changes. He loves to walk with you through the snow around ramshackle and any other abandoned place in the world that he adores, and he talks your ear off lovingly about all manner of history and architecture and gargoyles because we all know he loves talking about that. He also loves to dance with you in snow that’s not finely packed so that whenever you spin it kind of lifts up some of the snow and he just thinks it’s absolutely beautiful. A personal opinion here of course I’ll head cannons are really personal opinion but I really think his favorite season is probably winter or fall because you stick out so much and the duller colors and he loves that everyone can just see you and how wonderful you are, against the dull background. His favorite memory with you over the winter is when you start a snowball fight for the first time with him and he thinks it’s all fun and games until he uses magic to make more snowballs and then utterly destroy you and then profusely apologize afterwards because he messed up your hair or something. He still often apologizes but in all reality you don’t really care.

Lilia

Lilia is all about pulling pranks, On everyone that includes you. It’s favorite thing to do even if you’re in the middle of class at he’ll keep some snow and just put it in your coat. He’s not overly romantic during the holidays or anything like that however to him the romantic aspect is going with you to pull pranks on other people.

Silver

Silver that ever loving romantic yet extremely lazy boy. Loves when you read to him by the fire and loves to cuddle with you. He also is quite good at ice-skating and definitely invite you along even if you can’t skate he’ll try his best to teach you. But the whole time you’re just standing there looking at how amazing he is when he skates.

Sebek

He would love nothing more then to chill, it’s one of the only times in the year he can relax, so he chooses to Watch movies and wrap presents. You just know this boy is going to spoil the hell out of you! Along with the whole chilling atmosphere during the winter season he also really loves cute little romantic things like making you breakfast like pancakes or creating snow angels outside of Diasomnia. I just know he’s in charge of getting the tree for diasomnia‘s hall so he definitely invites you you know to have a second opinion, and of course to get a tree for Ramshackle.

[existslikepristin]

So, um... I had fun writing this, even if it feels a little like garbage. Please suspend your disbelief in the quality of my writing for this one and just enjoy!

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, EVERYONE, EVERY KINK (probably), mostly straight/hetero, but there's some gay shit in there so feel free to skip it if you're my usual audience, if you don't sing along I swear the ghosts of ELP past present and future will hunt you down

The Lounge Christmas Special

"And this is normal?"

"Of course, you silly-ass nerd!" Yerin elbows you in the ribs.

"Really? Because a debauched orgy at which you can find every of-age idol, past and present, in the industry fucking each other wantonly doesn't seem like something you'd say 'Of course' to."

Sowon shrugs, adjusting her bra. "She's exaggerating. Not literally every idol is here. There's not enough capacity. Some of them are on the third floor."

The other members snicker at your look of disbelief. SinB smacks your butt. "You ready or not, whore?"

You steel yourself and nod. Yuju pushes the door open.

It's far more chaotic than you expected...

Fucking around the Christmas tree

At The Lounge annual orgy

Mistletoe means more than kissing

And you lose track of Umji

Fucking around the Christmas tree,

Now you let Yerin run free

Later you'll see her at the dorm

Welp, and now there goes SinB

Yuju disappears into a fivesome

And you see

Sowon grabbing dicks and now you're

Left with Eunha, just like in the lore

Fucking around the Christmas tree,

It's a horny holiday

Everyone smashing merrily

In the most. Fun. I-dol. WAAAY!

… You look to the side just in time to see Eunha being yanked by the arm into the crowd and out of sight. You'd feel alone, but you're smack dab in the middle of a literal orgy. And Giselle, Yooa, Soojin, Seungyeon, Chungha, Sunmi, Soyeon, and Winter are all ganging up to push you toward a nearby chair...

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

But the orgy's so delightful,

And now that you're here, let's go!

Let 'em blow, let 'em blow, let 'em blow!

Not one of them plans on stopping,

At least until you're popping

These lips are gettin' way down low,

Let 'em blow, let 'em blow, let 'em blow!

It's gonna be a real good night

How these mouths are sucking up a whole storm

But as long as you hold on tight,

Your entire length will be warm!

Your stamina is slowly fading,

And, well now, you're still debating

In which of these throats you'll explode

Let 'em blow, let 'em blow, let 'em blow!

… After that oral marathon, you're approached by even more beautiful people. Karina, Handong, Wheein, Ella, Yeji, Yuki, Suyeon… Sheesh, there are so many more. This is getting crazy. It's definitely time to fully describe all of the sex you're about to have…

Pussies juice, are you listening?

Above the floor, tits are jiggling

A beautiful sight

Dicks happy tonight

Fucking in a winter wonderland

Gone away are the blue balls

Here to stay are jizzing balls

They sing a cum song

And you thrust along

Fucking in a winter wonderland

In a buttcrack you can form a cum trail

Then pretend that it's a valid thong

Chuu'll say "Fuck you doing?"

You'll say "Nothing!

But Kei will lick that up before too long."

Later on, you've perspired

It's hot in here, much like a fire

But Joy's not afraid

Dressed like the sluttiest maid

To clean you with her tongue... wonderland

In Jane's pussy you can leave a cream pie

And pretend that it's a preggo scare

Sorn will ask you "Why the fuck would you lie?

Her birth control's top tier, just like her hair."

Holes are soaked, ain't it awesome?

Though your dick's playing possum

Refractory time, you're building up slime

Recov'ring in a winter wonderland

Fucking in a winter wonderland...

Fucking in a winter wonderland...

… You collapse to your knees. That was intense as… well, "intense as fuck" feels a little on the nose. You could use a break though. But at the same time, you're not interested in slowing down. As if they all simultaneously read your mind, an crowd of immensely fuck-worthy men surround you, hands already on their cocks. You try to form a list as quickly as you can: Bang Chan, Hyunjin, Junny, Jungkook, Jackson, Taeyong, Kai, Wonho, Dino, Sehun, Ten, Jae, Shownu, Taemi-- Whoop! It's starting...

You're dreaming of a buuukakke

Just like the ones back at the dorms

Where the cum globs glisten

And idols listen

To hear you blow jizz off your nose

You're dreaming of a buuukakke

With ev'ry penis you jerk off

May your skin get creamy, off-whiiite

And will sooomeone lick it off? They miiight

… Yes… Nayeon licks it off. Seems to be her job tonight with that famous tongue of hers.

Wait, the door is opening again, but you're not sure you recognize this new group of idols. You could have sworn you knew everyone, but apparently not...

On their way in now, a tiny group of newbs

Tossing panties clear, and exposing their boobs

You didn't think they'd come, you can thank Santa Claus

And thank fuck that they're legal now, you'd rather not break laws!

OH! Still eighteen, still eighteen, they're all still eighteen!

Oh what fun eighteen year old idols have fucking!

Compared to them you feel so old, your youth means nothing now

You'll get judged by most anyone who's holier than thou!

You've ignored them 'til now. You ain't no JYP

Eagerly they sway, with tits and ass to see

Sex may be new but on the list of things to try

The Christmas idol orgy in The Lounge is pretty high!

OH! Yuna, Swan, Jung Dajeong, and Ahn Yujin too!

They're fucking now like rabbits, even without the costume

Sucking you, and others too, you think they could go pro

And it's cool now, if they want to, they could go full-on ho

A day or two from now, this story you must tell

Of girls with IDs out. You're not going to hell!

Maybe you still will. It's kind of hard to say

Net'zens may still want you dead for fucking them today!

OH! Jiheon's slim, Hina's trim, Swan's a titty beast

Yuna's got a talent, turning ass into a feast

Maybe young, but not THAT young, a hardcore sexy team

They're all barely legal and the sex with them's a dream!

… Anyway, you're clearly back up and running. Time to jump into the action again. Maybe you'll pay a visit to Minju, Heejin, Chaewon, and Ningning doing what they do best...

Oh holes to breed,

The sacrilege is extreme;

It is the time

To neglect birth control

Legs pinned above

In sinful mating presses,

'Til she conceives

And the dicks get replaced

A thrill of risk,

The cervixes are clenching

For within spurts

A fertile, glorious rope

Fall on your knees,

Oh hear the idol voices!

"Oh III'm cumming,

Oh cum while ovulating!

Oh III'M CUMMIIIING, Oh cum,

Oh cum divine"

… Yoohyeon grabs your attention with a tap on the shoulder. She must have been the one who snagged Eunha earlier, because behind her is a crowd of similarly thicc-in-the-back individuals. Eunha, Mina, Nancy, Chaeryeong, Dita, Hyunjin, and Saerom...

Hark how the butts

Sweet cushioned butts

Anal, demand

"Fuck this butt and

Fill me in here

I'll bring your cheer."

Sure, you'll allow

It's time to plow

Bi-donk, bi-donk

That is their songk

With clenching ring

Thoroughly clean

Thank fuck there's lube

You ain't a noob

Ass ev'rywhere

Gleaming and bare

Oh how they pound

Clapping's the sound

O'er pelvic bone

Because you’re prone

Gay, 'cuz it's fair

Any can care

Even your rear

Is welcome here

Thicc'n thicc'n thicc'n thicc'n thicc ass

Thicc'n thicc'n thicc'n thicc'n thicc ass

On, on they fuck

On with some luck

You'll take one home

There, you will come (again)

Bi... donk... bing… bi... DOOONK

… Finally, after all of that very thoroughly detailed sex, you collapse one final time. You look to the side and, funny enough, Eunha seems to have managed to stay next to you. She smiles and...

"Last Christmas

You weren't even here

The very next day, you fucked me anyway

This year

You fucked me to tears

And I'd call that something special

Once buttfucked--"

… "Okay Eunha, I get it. Just please, no Last Christmas. Ever since moving to Seoul I can't get that tune out of my head."

Eunha pushes your shoulder with a giggle. "It's a great song!"

You roll your eyes and sit up, looking out over the sea of sweaty and otherwise dirty, exhausted idols. Some are spooning, some are still trying to fuck, and some are genuinely passed out and snoring. It's an oddly beautiful scene, and you can only wonder whether or not this orgy and all the crazy sex is canon.

But whether it is or not…

Merry Christmas!

[lupically]

#D6BB9E | BENNETT.

genre | fluff, best friends au, crush au

word count | 1777

warning | mention of burns (pyro slimes ;-;)

note | hello (〃＾▽＾〃) thank you so much for requesting from me, anonie! i hope this is what you are going for and happy reading!

request | from anon

your hands squeezed tightly around bennett's forearm before he fell too far from the peak.

"i–i got you!" you said through gritted teeth, not giving yourself a moment of spare breath as you grounded the tip of your shoes against the grass and pulled.

he was heavier than you thought. but bennett was always running and jumping around, fighting monsters and getting hurt, digging up vegetables and soiling his unclean nails. you should not be surprised if he packed some muscle weight on his shorter body from his daily adventuring.

but oh, lord barbatos, was he heavy! the effort you were putting into pulling him back to the grassy surface was made especially prevalent because of the near-death experience bennett once again put himself in.

"bennett! stop daydreaming and pull yourself up!" you hollered when you felt him slip slightly from your grip.

you had glanced at him; your shaky eyes darted from below him at the dark pit of the faraway ground to his face, which held a somewhat surprised and emotionless expression. it was not at all what you expected someone who almost fell to their death would look like.

he snapped out of his sudden trance, one that his mind inconveniently put himself under as soon as he saw your face pop up from the cliff edge. he had thought he was done for; it was probably bound to happen one day considering how he adventures with no backup nor help from anyone. your sudden appearance just served as a pleasant surprise.

"so–sorry!" he shouted, the light coming back to his brilliant green eyes.

reaching his other hand up, he grasped onto your forearm and tried to pull himself up just as you scooted your body further away from the cliff, using the ground as leverage to conjure strength and stability.

his hand was close to reaching the rocky edge, he could see. but before he could grasp the ground and hoist himself back on a surface, his eyes widened at the redness that emerged—jumped—above your laying body.

you could sense the panic in his eyes. furrowing your brows, you followed his gaze to look behind your shoulder to find a giant pyro slime that had jumped above your head. your gaze rounded at the heated creature—oh no. it would not squish you, you know, but it would definitely burn you with the heat radiating off its watery body.

ugh. watery pyro slime... what juxtaposition.

your fingers curled around bennett's forearm to prevent yourself from dropping him, which sacrificed your ability to utilize your catalyst. squeezing your eyes tightly, you turned your head to the ground and told yourself a burnt back would be much, much better than a dead friend. besides, barbara's water healing would counter with burns well so you should be fine!

the sound of a blade cutting through the air around you burst into your ear. you did not dare to look up from the ground, but bennett had instinctively unleashed his sword and carelessly stabbed upward at the pyro slime (fortunately not scraping you in the process considering both his bad luck and unprepared action). he pulled his sword away, his grip around the hilt losing when he saw that the slime was beginning to blame around its body.

it was going to burst.

quickly discarding his sword, he kicked himself up using his feet and the ample wind so he could finally catch the edge. you squealed from the impact of his motion, feeling yourself being pulled forward.

bennett hoisted himself up just enough that his arm could go around the back of your head, and in the nick of time, just before the pyro slime combusted with a hot explosion, he placed his hand at the back of your head and dipped you toward him as much as he could.

you winced at the heat that touched your legs and the small of your back, but most of the damage that was supposed to go to your uncovered skin landed on bennett's bare arm instead. he gritted his teeth at the pain, but anything would be better than you getting hurt because of his carelessness, so he endured and kept his arm around the back of your head.

looking up from the ground, the tip of your nose lightly bumped against his as soon as you faced forward. bennett took a second or three to access the proximity, as well as the other party sharing it with him, and he immediately panicked.

"i–i'm sorry!" he shouted for no reason, his cheeks beginning to flush red.

"woah–hey, bennett! stop moving, you're going to fall!" you scolded at the commotion he was causing in the air, your senses coming back to you as you helped pull him back up to the surface.

you let go of him when he got his feet on the ground. falling backward, you breathed out a relieved sigh as your back touched the grass. you spread your arms out slightly, just enough that your knuckles ghosted against bennett's hand after he mirrored your action.

"that was way too close for comfort!" bennett exclaimed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. he looked up at the sky, controlling his breathing. "thank you for saving me. i got lucky for once, i can't believe you were around!"

you pursed your lips together and tilted your head then. turning to your side, you frowned at your best friend and reached out to poke his cheek for his attention. bennett turned to look at you, his brows rising and his cheek pinking from the sight.

"huh?" he asked as he blinked at you innocently.

"i'm mad at you," you grumbled. "you didn't wait for me this morning. you just left to dig treasures for yourself!"

you almost forgot why you were here—to scold bennett for leaving you in mondstadt and going to adventure alone. you had to find him by following trials of unusually burnt grasses, eliminating the guesses that it could have been the doings of pyro slimes.

"ah! pyro slime–" a sudden recognition of the recent event dawned upon you, and you looked down at your leg to find a patch of redness around it. "ah, it did burn me..."

bennett sat up quickly, his eyes widening slightly. your hand tentatively smoothed over the red spot, your wince obviously in his observant eyes.

he could not have protected you from that one, he had been rather far away. he already tried his best in the circumstance he was in, but still, he would rather take all the harm in your place if he could.

"i'm sorry," he apologized urgently, moving forward and reaching a hand out reluctantly.

you looked over, your eyes scanning his scarred arm that gained itself some new stories to tell this afternoon. but more permanently engraved in your beating heart was the same burnt redness, in a much bigger patch, that he has yet to complain about.

he took that for you, didn't he? the arm that went around the naked back of your neck. a vulnerable place; he protected it however he could.

bennett always protected you however he could.

the arm that put itself in front of you when you were being teased by other vision-wielding kids before you got your anemo vision, the bandaid that sloppily got stuck to your knee when you fell from the bike at five, the jacket that warmed you after you almost drowned in cider lake, and the hand that went behind your hand when the pyro slime exploded.

bennett has bad luck, sure. but he was the bad that surpassed the good, he was the hope that things will turn out for the better because he would always be there to save the day.

he was the foolishness of loving someone to a point of losing oneself.

it was the kind of foolishness that exists within bennett, the kind where you love someone so much that you are willing to hurt in place of them, the kind only bennett could flawlessly pull off in the most flawed way possible.

"bennett... your arm," you muttered as you moved to sit more comfortably on the ground.

he blinked curiously down at his arm, unsure what got you looking so damaged and upset. for a second, he almost got insecure about the way his marked skin looked as he wondered if the pain he had to endure had appalled you. but you took his hand, gently and firmly, and you placed it before your closed eyes.

"uh–what–what are you–what are you doing?"

"healing you," you muttered. "my healing won't work as good on the burns, but i can try helping you with the rest."

your concentration brought along with you a gentle gust of wind. it blew across the neverending grass field, it blew across the sky, and it blew around you two. it tickled bennett's skin carefully, the greenness flying like sparkles of dandelion petals, and it stopped at his arm to sew his skin back together.

your hair blew, dancing harmoniously with the wind that fell around your head. and the softness of your hand that touched his made his heart speed up expectantly. when you were done, the wind didn't go, but you looked up at him under the dying of the sun just to smile with golden dust on your cheeks.

and bennett could not take his eyes off you. his cheek blushed; the kind of boy whose face get red simply because the person they like looks pretty.

he opened his mouth impulsively, his mind urging him to do one of the scariest things he could ever do.

"i lik–"

"let's head back to the cathedral," you cut him off, not ready, "we can ask barbara to treat the burns."

was that intentional? bennett could not tell. he was sure the thought of it would haunt him for nights on, though.

with his luck, he would like to say rejection was almost a guarantee in his story. but, at the same time, he could feel hope bubbling in his chest when you stood up and dragged him along with you.

he followed suit, his arm extended as you guided him through the open road, your voice rambling about what to eat for dinner together.

there was hope. there has to be. lingering in your appearance when he was in need, in the wind that pushed your hearts closer together, and your intertwined hands as you two headed back home. there has to be hope.

bennett smiled to himself at the thought.

and that. that is foolishness.

[cellydawn]

sans IS gaster (OR the sans theory masterpost pt. 2)

Part 1 || ❤️ || Part 3

(drawn by me, color by @magenteel​)

Previously, we discussed: Sans and his hand in the destruction of a world, his connection to Ice-E and Deltarune, and how he relates to Gaster. We’re going to continue the thread we left off on.

Section III - Gaster (Cont.)

Snails are mentioned too many times throughout Undertale for them to not be of any significance. As it turns out, they are pretty important in unraveling the mystery behind Gaster and Sans.

When you enter the area with Napstablook’s snail farm, you’ll notice that Sans’s theme is playing despite him not making an appearance. 

In one of Papyrus’s phone calls, he mentions that Sans recently bought snail-shaped pasta and says “He’ll probably fill them with hotdogs and slime.” Toriel also owns a book called “72 User for Snails”. Track 72 in the Undertale OST is “Song That Might Play When You Fight Sans”. That’s multiple times that Sans is likened to snails. 

Snails belong under the taxonomic class Gastropoda. Gasterpods.

These long pauses between words and phrases are not unlike how Gaster speaks.

Here is Gaster speaking with us in the opening sequence of Deltarune. And...

Now. Let’s move on.

(More under the cut.)

Mus_smile is the track that plays in room_gaster. This is my personal opinion, but the character that is the most strongly associated with smiles is Sans.

And Sans is certainly intelligent enough to be the prime suspect for being Gaster. The proper name for his namesake is Comic Sans Microsoft, or Comic Sans MS. MS can also be used as a suffix for the name of a person who has a degree in a Master of Science.

Sans also owns quantum physics books. The subject of Gaster’s scientific research is revealed in Entry #17: “photon readings negative”. Photons are described as a "quantum" of electromagnetic energy, and are of course within the realm of study under quantum physics.

Gaster, like Sans, is brilliant yet slow-working. Slower than Alphys, who is repeatedly noted to have nothing to show yet as the royal scientist in the eyes of the people and is shown to slack off constantly.

Gaster is implied to have perished, and I suppose he did, in a way, if these speculations do end up being correct. However, there’s something more to this statement. Ghosts are sort of in the realm of being not-alive, and Sans and Napstablook have a surprising level of comparability.

They both:

Get likened to “garbage”

Have connections to snails (Napstablook runs the snail farm)

Speak completely in lower case

Pretend to sleep and say “Z’s” out loud

Have black “sclera”

And the black sclera is also a topic of its own; it’s equated with the status of being brought back to life. Being “determined”. (See: Asriel and Undyne)

Undyne is especially suspect due to the strange right-eye-phenomenon she has in common with Sans, with spears shooting out of hers. Spears that are actually colored light blue, not unlike Sans’s eye. 

To recap: 

Sans and Gaster are heavily involved in Deltarune

They have been displaced from time and space

They have connections to snails

They are both doctors with knowledge in quantum physics

They both “fell” into the abyss

They both talk similarly

They are both slow

They are both characterized by their smile

They are both some degree of dead

Sans is Gaster or a significant piece of him. Sans has Gaster Blasters because they belong to him. If all prior conjecture proves true, he is and will be responsible for the destruction of a world or THE world within Deltarune. After all, the Latin definitions of “gaster” and “sans” are to destroy and to be without, respectively. 

That brings us to the next subject: why is Sans Sans? More specifically, why is that his name? Why even change his name?

Below is the Japanese version of the fun event with Sans’s phone call. It features completely different dialogue from its English counterpart. 

Am I Licca-chan? (Select No) Then from now on call me Sans. I need to check every once in a while. I won’t know when my name has changed. 

“Licca-chan” is a well-known Barbie-esque dress-up doll in Japan, so popular to the point where it is even used as a synonym for other dolls from different companies. Perhaps it implies that Sans is adaptable due to Licca-chan’s nature as a doll and how she is in a constant state of change to reflect the times. It also seems to be a pun on “liquor” because Sans was talking about beer in the English version. I tried to scour the Japanese fandom for clues, but they also seemed stumped. If anyone has any ideas on what this could mean, please let me know!

Regardless, “Sans” doesn’t seem to be his actual name. Perhaps his true name was Gaster...?

Additionally, If the player changes the name of the fallen child via going into the code, this message appears in the stats menu. The vernacular is very Sans-like, with his frequent use of question tags at the end of his sentences (I counted 14 huh’s from Sans).

Finally, let’s talk about the number six. We know that it’s Gaster’s number--All of the explicitly Gaster-related fun events trigger for fun values in the sixties, Gaster’s stats are all comprised of 6′s, Gaster’s “typer-value” is 666--you get the idea.

The concept art Toby drew for the Alarm Clock’s character screen features what is presumably Sans and the number six.

“The Choice”--the track that plays during Sans’s judgements--is “Undertale” slowed down by 666%.

Section IV - Angels and Demons (The “Why”)

In modern day culture, 666 is closely associated with the devil. The Book of Revelation (13:17-18) asserts that 666 is “the number of a man” (this is important, and we’ll come back to it later) and is “the number of the Beast”. The Beast is mentioned as “coming out of the abyss”. 

Sounds a lot like someone else we know, doesn’t it? And how fitting for Sans, the one who judges our sins and demands us “to burn in hell”.

But if we go further, the Beast of Revelation is described to have seven heads representing seven kings. The beast itself is an eighth king who is of the seven and "was and is not and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition." 

Chara is an eighth of the seven fallen children. 

There’s something Chara, Sans, and Gaster all share, and it’s their association with demons.

Here is an excerpt from the Cutting Room Floor:

Among the four strings in version 1.0, the last one, designated by variable “demond”, stands out for two reasons. 

 The letter “d” is separate from the other letters denoting the demon variables--the rest, “x”, “y”, and “z” are in sequential alphabet order.

The speech pattern of the last string is different from the others. It has that signature question tag at the end of the sentence that a certain character is known for.

In version 1.001, the strings clearly reflect Chara’s speech pattern. This time, all the variables are in sequential order from “a” to “d”. 

Pieces of dialogue at the near-end of a genocide route from Chara and Sans. Recall that Chara is using the same “Now” from earlier with Gaster and Sans.

Chara makes a reference to Banana Yoshimoto's book “Kitchen”. Take note of the page number.

Chara is also linked to the number nine. It’s the highest achievable stat in-game. It’s the stat of the locket and real knife. It’s how much damage Chara deals. It’s also the number six flipped upside down. 

The connections are undeniable. 

And yet, it goes further. Let’s take a look at how Christmas comes in to play.

In Deltarune, there are a few references to it, the most foremost probably being the importance of Noelle Holiday as a character. We also get Lancer’s laugh and the joke with “Krismas”.

Back to Undertale, there is significant Christmas iconography represented by “Gyfmas” and Gyftrot (bearing a strong resemblance to Photoshop Flowey, the DT Extractor, and Gaster Blasters).

What I’d like to focus on is Santa.  Papyrus describes him as “a chubby, smiling man who loves to surprise people.” From the thank you note addressed to Santa we find in Sans’s room, we can assume that Sans is a Santa, at least to Papyrus. It’s pretty fitting, since Sans can be described as someone who “knows if [we’ve] been bad or good”. Maybe he can even tell if we’re sleeping or awake with how the Dark World appears to be linked with sleep and dreams (please read my theory on Sans being a Darkner for more on this).

So we can reasonably conclude that Sans presents himself as a friendly, child-oriented figure, in-line with the nature of Comic Sans, a font for children, and Ice-E, a mascot of a company marketed towards children.

…

Santa is an anagram of Satan. 

…

To recap: Gaster’s association with the number 666 marks him as a “demon”. Chara and Sans are also called demons and similarly have connections to the number 6. This is more evidence that Gaster and Sans is or used to be the same people, and Chara has some form of correspondence with them.

I failed to mention before that there is actually a second Beast of Revelation “from the Earth” with "two horns like a lamb”. From the “earth” like Flowey, with horns like Asriel. 

Asriel is most likely the “Angel” depicted in the prophecy within the scope of Undertale; he’s named similarly to Azrael, an angel of death, and one of his attacks is literally called “Angel of Death”. He also bears a striking resemblance to the Deltarune in his God of Hyperdeath form.

Surprise, surprise, he and Sans also share parallels. 

Let’s start with their introductions. “Flowey the flower”. “Sans the skeleton”. It’s a similarly alliterative greeting and they’re both using fake names.

Mirrored dialogue yet again...

…and similar meta-commentary.

These three characters--Sans/Gaster, Chara, and Flowey/Asriel--they have all fallen. Gaster fell into his creation. Chara fell into the Underground. Asriel had “fallen down”. (Sans and Papyrus are also the only sibling pair other than Chara and Asriel. I won’t talk about Papyrus in this part though because this thing is shaping up to be too long already.)

What does this mean for Sans? I have a personal theory.

Above the entryway of the Judgement Hall, there is a reversed Deltarune. The triangles are inverted and the wings are more bat-like. In the room where only Sans appears, the same room that plays a version of “Undertale” slowed down 666%.

I think Sans is a candidate for the Angel prophesized to destroy the world in Deltarune. I think he is Sans Serif, a seraph. He fell into his experiment and became a “fallen” angel, a demon. 

The Angel’s Heaven mentioned alongside, on the other hand...  Heaven can also be used to refer to God. Dog is an anagram of God. 

Sans has many, many connections with dogs, especially one Annoying Dog. More on this next time.

Part 1 || ❤️ || Part 3

[persephone-plasmids]

Deacon X Sole

The Deathclaw Incident

[AO3]

Sole stood in front of Deacon with her eyes narrowed. A large glob of green slime dripped from the ends of her hair onto the ground with a dull splat. Deacon’s mouth twitched in the corner but he didn’t let himself smile.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Sole warned, her already narrowed eyes getting even smaller.

Deacon raised both of his hands up in front of him, the perfect picture of innocence. “I didn’t, Charmer.”

“And don’t call me that,” Sole said with a groan of frustration.

“Why not? I thought you loved the code name?”

“You only call me that when you want me to smile. And I don’t feel like smiling right now,” Sole said, green slime still dripping from her.

“What’s not to smile about? You just killed a Deathclaw while I stood by with a busted gun,” Deacon said, the corner of his mouth now twitching up into a ghost of a smile. “That’s awesome.”

Sole allowed her eyes to lose some of their suspicion as she nodded slowly. “I guess that’s true. I am pretty amazing.”

“And who knows, maybe Deathclaw innard chic will become the new style,” Deacon said, now letting a full-blown grin spread over his face. “Maybe that Deathclaw exploding when you used the alien blaster was the best thing to ever happen to you.”

“There it is,” Sole said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “I knew you couldn’t actually be trying to cheer me up right now.”

Sole stomped away towards the nearby sinkhole, careful to avoid the torrential water that would try to pull her into the underground cave if she wasn’t careful.

“Wait, where are you going? I was totally trying to cheer you up!” Deacon said, trotting to catch up to Sole.

He thought it was cute the way she huffed under her breath when she was mad. And he couldn’t ignore the adorable little line that formed between her eyebrows when her face got all scrunched up in anger.

Deacon wanted to take Sole seriously, but these little characteristics that he’d grown used to over the past months were so distracting. He tried to ignore the way his chest tightened when he thought about this.

“Come on. A little slime actually looks kinda cute on you,” Deacon tried.

“I’m going to rinse off in this waterfall, and then we’re never going to talk about this again,” Sole said, pointing an accusing finger at Deacon.

“Scouts honor, boss,” Deacon said, holding up two fingers.

“You were never a scout,” Sole scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

“I totally was. I was the leader of my bear pack… or... whatever they call it,” Deacon said.

Sole shook her head, her face still a perfect mask of annoyance. But when Deacon watched her carefully, he could see the small ghost of a smile that threatened to give her away.

He was getting to her. He was cheering her up.

The thought made his heart leap in his chest and suddenly, the only thing that mattered to him was making that familiar smile appear on Sole’s face.

“We roasted radroach meat and sang songs to get badges on those little sash things. It was adorable,” Deacon said, his easy smile returning to his face.

“Deacon, boy scouts weren’t even a thing in your lifetime. The only reason you know about them is because you’re such a book nerd,” Sole said, her voice significantly softer now.

“You say ‘book nerd’ like it’s a bad thing.”

Sole let a soft small smile pass over her face, another emotion there that Deacon couldn’t quite decipher. Fondness? He hoped that was it.

“It’s definitely not a bad thing,” Sole said. She looked at the ground for a moment, not wanting to meet his eyes. “I actually really love that about you.”

Deacon worked hard to keep his face carefully neutral at her words.

He had never been so grateful for the sunglasses he constantly wore.

“So, are you going to wash that Deathclaw slime off you or what?” Deacon asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence. His tone was light and teasing. He’d mastered the art of appearing calm and collected when he felt anything but.

“Good point.”

“We don’t want you sending off some weird Deathclaw mating pheromones or something. A bunch of Deathclaws looking for a good time is the last thing we need.”

Sole pulled a face of disgust at this. “Yeah, let's avoid that.”

Without another word, Sole turned her back on Deacon and carefully picked her way across the slippery wet rocks to where the waterfall crashed into the sinkhole.

Deacon told himself that he watched Sole to make sure she didn’t lose her footing and get sucked into the underground cave, but he knew that was a lie. Of course, being the incredible liar he was, it only took a moment for him to actually believe that that was what he was doing.

His ability to lie to himself was unmatched.

Deacon watched as the water crashed around Sole, washing off the slime from the Deathclaw fight and the muck from their travel across the Commonwealth that day. Her skin was shiny under the waterfall and her clothes clung to her in a way that made Deacon think he should look away. But he didn’t.

When she finished, Deacon quickly turned away, hoping she wouldn’t be able to see the blush in his cheeks.

Blushing? Really? He was a highly trained Railroad agent who had worked hard to remove any attachments from his life. The fact that he was blushing over a fully-clothed woman was just embarrassing. This was hardly the most compromising position he’d ever been in with someone of the opposite sex.

“I feel so much better.”

Deacon jumped at the sound of Sole’s voice beside him. He had been so focused on appearing uninterested in her little impromptu shower that he’d actually lost track of her for a moment.

“You smell a lot better now too,” Deacon joked, trying to keep his voice light and disinterested.

“Maybe I should have just stayed disgusting. It would be some nice payback for all the showtunes,” Sole said, giving Deacon a sideways smile that made him feel warm all over.

“You should feel privileged that I give our missions their own soundtrack,” Deacon answered. “Besides, I have the voice of an angel and you know it.”

Sole’s sideways smile morphed into a full grin as she watched him. “You do have the voice of an angel.”

Again, the sunglasses were proving to be extremely helpful today in a way Deacon had never anticipated.

“Glad you think so, Charmer.” Deacon let his own smile grow in the quickly fading light. “Wait, am I allowed to call you that again or are you still anti-smiling?”

Sole took a step closer to Deacon with an amused look. “You’re allowed to make me smile again. Now that I’m all clean.”

“Glad to hear it. If I can’t make you smile, what am I even doing here?”

His question was rhetorical but he felt it to his core.

Deacon had been excited for a new person to joke around with when he and Sole had been assigned to start doing missions together, but he knew something had changed. He craved the satisfaction of her smile. Every time it ghosted across her face, he felt like he’d accomplished something incredible. And in those rare instances when he actually managed to make her laugh, it was like he finally knew why he was still wandering across this barren wasteland. Why he hadn’t given up all those years ago after losing Barbara.

Because now, for the first time in years, there was a glimmer of hope. A hint that he could actually be genuinely happy again.

Sole shivered in the dying light, her clothes still wet and clinging to her.

“You’re going to catch a cold if we don’t get you warm,” Deacon said, taking off his leather jacket and wrapping it around Sole’s shoulders.

“Well look at you, Deacon. Who knew you could be such a gentleman,” Sole said, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Deacon was positive that Sole didn’t know what she was doing to him right now. She was being playfully flirtatious, the way they always were with each other. But for him, it felt like she had his heart in a vice. Every smile only tightened the grip she had on it.

Deacon swallowed hard, desperately trying to hold onto his lighthearted facade that was one smile away from shattering into a million pieces.

“You’re not the only one who can be a charmer,” Deacon said, but his voice sounded all wrong. He hoped Sole wouldn’t notice.

Without thinking, Deacon put his arm around Sole’s shoulders protectively. “Let’s head back to Goodneighbor and get you warmed up.”

Deacon tried to take a step forward, but Sole didn’t budge. When he looked down at her, Sole was watching him, her eyes serious. It was an expression he didn’t see her wear often.

“Something wrong?” Deacon asked, his voice still giving away just how keyed up he was.

Sole swallowed hard and Deacon couldn’t help but notice the rise and fall of her chest. Her breathing was shallow. “I just… thank you for always having my back.”

Deacon shrugged nonchalantly. “You’ve got my back too. It’s just what we do in the Railroad.”

“Just one big dysfunctional family with guns?” Sole asked, repeating Deacon’s words back to him. It had been one of the first things he’d said to her that had made her smile all those months ago.

“Exactly.” His words came out soft. Softer than he’d meant for them to. But their close proximity made him feel like he needed to whisper.

Sole’s eyes darted down to Deacon’s lips for only a split second, but it was enough time for him to suddenly feel self-conscious. Involuntarily, his eyes also trailed down to Sole’s full lips, but he had the added benefit of hiding behind his sunglasses.

“Deacon… all joking aside, I really appreciate you watching out for me.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘all joking aside’,” Deacon said, his eyes still transfixed on the way Sole took her bottom lip between her teeth when she was nervous.

“Maybe just for a second?” Sole asked, turning her body so that she was now facing Deacon head on. She shifted her weight, bringing them even closer together.

He could feel the heat coming off of her body in waves, even as she shivered.

Sole took Deacon’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. Deacon’s breath caught in his throat at the unexpected closeness, making him feel ridiculous all over again.

“I guess I can be serious for one second,” Deacon answered. “But it might actually kill me.”

Sole leaned into him, her body now touching his. “It’ll be worth it,” she said, her voice low in a way that gave Deacon chills of his own.

The fabric of Deacon’s white shirt instantly dampened from the water still dripping off of Sole, but he hardly noticed, instead focusing on just how close they now were.

Sole leaned up and touched her nose to Deacon’s lightly, closing her eyes. Deacon seldom saw Sole in such a vulnerable position and the amount of trust it showed shook Deacon to his core.

He tried to be professional; at least, as professional as he ever was. He tried to tell Sole this was a bad idea, that it would make things complicated going forward. But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he closed the last few inches between them, pressing his lips gently against hers.

Even though Sole had been sending him some obvious signals, Deacon still worried he’d misread the situation and she’d pull away from him. He was surprised when, instead, he felt Sole’s hands press against his stomach, slowly running up his body to his chest and finally behind his neck to pull him firmly against her.

Deacon let his hands rest on Sole’s waist, drawing her to him in the now dark wasteland. With the sound of the rushing waterfall beside them and the occasional distant gunfire that was all-too-common in the Commonwealth, Deacon revelled in this rare stolen moment.

His lips moved over Sole’s slowly and deliberately, wanting to take his time with the kiss. She felt soft and perfect. The way her fingers tangled in his dark hair and her shirt soaked his own grounded him in the moment.

The kiss lasted only a moment, but when Sole pulled away, Deacon felt the inevitable shift in energy between them. He already missed the feeling of Sole’s lips on his own.

“So, did it kill you?” Sole asked, her eyes searching Deacon’s face.

“It did,” he confirmed, still breathless from the kiss. “But you were right. It was worth it.”

Sole placed her hand gently against Deacon’s face, her thumb running along his cheekbone. Every time she touched him, it sparked something inside of him that he hadn’t felt in years.

It was dangerous but thrilling at the same time. Part of him wanted to give into it, but the other part was far too scared to explore those feelings.

“Consider it payment for the jacket,” Sole said, her grin returning before stepping away from Deacon’s embrace.

He instantly missed the warmth from her body, instead left with a dampened shirt and empty arms.

“That jacket is only on loan, you know. I expect it back,” Deacon said, impressed by his own ability to sound nonchalant when, inside, he was dying to be close to Sole again.

“Fine. I’ll give it back one day,” Sole said. “But it looks much better on me.”

“That’s obvious,” Deacon answered. “And if this is the way you pay me back for loaning you a jacket, remind me to give you any article of clothing you ever ask for.”

Deacon raised his eyebrows suggestively at Sole, making her laugh. The sound was soft and musical.

“Now we’re even Sneakin Deacon,” sole called over her shoulder as she sauntered away into the darkness.

Her tone was joking, but before she turned away, he saw the look in her eyes. It was the same one that hid in his own behind his trademark shades.

The kiss had devastated her and much as it had him. It had meant more to her than she was letting on and he knew it.

They were so screwed.

(Part 2)

[talesofsonicasura]

Sukuna and Ghostbuster!Reader: Bustin' The King of Curses

Am I writing a Jujutsu Kaisen headcanon with Ghostbusters? Oh hell yeah. To me, Curses are just another type of spirit so ghost busting should work. Can be read as preferred gender or gender.

Living in Japan is much different than the USA as Curses were the usual 'pests' than ghosts. Either way, they were spirits and it was your job as a Ghostbuster to bust them.

You were the clever cookie amongst spiritual hunters. Modifying the signature Proton Pack to render Cursed Energy ineffective and Domain Expansions useless with a blowback system. This lets it absorb the energy then either fire it or expel it as a harmless mist.

Something that made ya a pain in the ass for Jujutsu Sorcerers who thought you were a problem as they couldn't harm you. And none of them were dumb enough to get too close without being tased.

Why did the sorcerer think you were an issue? The unique view point of not seeing all Curses as evil mindless monsters. A lot prefer being left alone or were genuinely curious about people but otherwise harmless. It's only the aggressive ones you go after.

Especially one as malicious as Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. You didn't know how a Jujutsu Sorcerer could become a Cursed Spirit but something major must've pushed him over the edge to make him the most violent and powerful spirit ever born.

Powerful enough that his 20 fingers can't be destroyed to this day, each bearing a fragment of his power. They were also your target as a Curse gave you the job of containing those fingers. Some of them rather not have the malovent king return.

A job made harder when one of your information brokers informed ya about an attempt at resurrecting the King of Curses. What was with cults resurrecting/summoning powerful supernatural entities anyway? Said being would 99% of the time kills them for breathing much less a dumb offer or threat.

Finding the cultists was easy although you didn't arrive in time to stop the large gorey bloodbath. And amongst it all was the four armed Two Faced Specter, Ryomen Sukuna. Judging from how 19 of his fingers look withered, the king is at 1/20th of his true power. Better chances at catching him now as you fired up the Proton Pack.

He definitely heard you from the four red eyes looking down your smaller frame. Sukuna raised a finger and the pack's Cursed Energy gauge rose. Fucker tried to off you like a fly.

The curse was taken off guard about his attack failing, an opening to blast him square in the chest with a Proton Stream. Serves the arrogant fucker right.

Pissing off the King of Curses is definitely the scariest but also most hilarious thing you ever done. Upon realizing his Cursed Energy isn't gonna do shit, Sukuna decided to come at you like a bull.

His effort earned him ectoplasm to the face as you used the Slime Blower for a makeshift jet dash. Ryomen Sukuna started swearing up a storm when the official taunting. Standard Ghostbuster protocol to piss off supernatural spooks.

Despite how fun it was to blast his face with a Proton Stream, the King of Curses is now ready for a trap. You snagged him in a Capture Stream and went to town slamming the Curse in every object imaginable. A tree? Timber! The ground? Stomach mouth spitting out dirt from an ant hill. Fire hydrant? He hasn't taken a bath for a thousand years.

Once Sukuna was dizzy and winded, you threw a trap right under him. Practically screamed like a bitch while trying to escape the trap's pull.

You waved him goodbye as the King of Curses fully enters the his new trap home. One Two Faced Specter served up. Picking it up, you can imagine Sukuna cursing from inside.

Sorry Sukunbitch, but you ain't getting out . Like the company theme song always said. 'Bustin' makes me feel good.' And busting the King of Curses felt awesome.

Yep! Sukuna got trapped by a Ghostbuster. If you haven't guessed, some of this has inspiration from the Ghostbusters Videogame. Slamming ghosts and the Slime Blower being two of the mechanics in combat.

Other equipment from the game will be showing up in these headcanons along with a few other things. Sukuna is going to be popping frequently as well. Commentary from inside the trap sorta deal.

Also I thought of putting my own twist at Sukuna being weakened and not using Yuji. Until next time folks, I'll see you soon. For now, I'll leave you the main page for the game's equipment.

[almostdeath]

Ok. This is...kind of a sketch...like I said I can't write fully fanfiction but here you go! I just want them to have a family dynamic. And yes...this is probably super OOC.

-Quackity...why is Schlatt here? Wasn't he a tyrant and...dead?-

Foolish asked, looking at the former president of Manburg, who was looking around, inspecting the buildings with a skeptical look, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. Quackity sighs, trying to avoid direct eye contact.

-We made a bet....and I lost. So...he stays here...for a while...till I revive him...-

-Revive him? but that's JSchlatt---

-So, who build all this?-

the horned man asks, taking a sip from his glass and continue to...admire the buildings...

-...Me, I build it.-

Foolish says, rather fast...faster then he wanted. Schlatt just nods.

-Looks good. Majestic, you are clearly good at this, you have any degree in such things?-

-....Well...no...actually I am a God, you know...but thanks...-

this came out quietly and less fast then the previous statement, the God was truly flustered. He didn't expect a compliment to his skills, especially from a dictator.

-God? Not bad. Must be a advantage...

-What...against enemies?-

Foolish was ready to get defensive but then heard the answer.

-no, for building. You know, the whole...flying thing...or whatever is your power, I don't really care.-

Schlatt just shrugged, took another sip from his whiskey and continued to walk around.

-dont let your guard down...he may be charismatic, but don't let him fool you...-

Quackity said quietly. But Foolish didn't listen, his skills were appreciated!

***

The whole casino didn't look to bad either, maybe this a place that he could get used to...

-Hello, JSchlatt from Manburg.-

The ram-hybrid almost spilled his drink...almost. He focused his gaze on the strange young...guy?...he had a shap of a guy...but the former president couldn't be sure.

-And...who are you?-

-Oh! I am human...this you can tell by looking at my..completely human form!-

-....Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. And does your human form have a name?-

-Of course! Charlie...this does sound human, right?-

-Well, yes, I assume.-

This time, Schlatt tried to get away from the conversation as fast as possible and continued his journey, hading towards the balcony, he clearly needed a smoke.

-See you later. Glatt from the afterlife gym.-

The man stopped for a moment, how did this...definitely human know about the gym...he decided to question that later and tried to get to the balcony even faster.

-He saw me as a human!-

The slime-boy was just happy that he could convince another person that he is human....

***

Stepping on the balcony and finally getting some fresh air...that isn't really needed for a ghost...but still...Schlatt saw another person and sighed outloud, stepping closer, but still keeping the distance. This person seemed strange...netherit armor...and...oh...it seems, that its Sam...Schlatt does remember him. He lights his cigar, looking down at all the other buildings.

-Seems like you are still "guarding" someone.-

-....You could say so.-

The creeper-hybrid seems to be as calm as always, but his voice gives away some notes of worries. Schlatt stays quiet. He isn't someone who starts "soul to soul conversation"...even if his state as a ghost would mean that every conversation is like this.

-Did you ever....regret, doing the right thing?-

Sam is the one, who breaks the silence, not looking at the former president. The ram-hybrid answered with a laughter.

-Regret is something for people...who are wrong. Isnt it?-

-...What if those right actions hurt the one...that you care about?-

-Eh...what do you mean?-

the ghost inhaled the smoke of his cigar and let lit out after some seconds, it wasn't the same after his death...but it still gave a satisfying burn.

-...You remember Ponk?-

-...The name seems familiar. Eh...the strange guy, who always followed you?-

Schlatt could have sworn that he heard a very quiet chuckle from Sam...those were rare...even extinct.

-Yes...that one....I chopped his arm off...I had to...I needed him to understand that he can't mess with the prison...that nobody can mess with it. That it can get dangerous and he didn't understand it...I......am I a bad person for doing the right thing?-

-I don't think so.-

The answer was so quick and determined that the creeper-hybrid almost thought that he only imagined it. He didn't think that someone would really understand.

-I mean...I didn't order to execute Tubbo just because I am a sick fuck. I mean...that's part of the reason, but I also couldn't everyone think that they could just betray me and get away with it. I think...you did the right thing. Maybe....he will understand that there are sacrifices that have to be done. Sometimes they cost a life...maybe even your own.-

Schlatt let the cigar fall from the balcony and emptied his glass fully, letting it stay on the table nearby. He left, giving Sam the silence and time for thinking that he clearly needs. As soon as the ram-hybrid thought he is done with new encounters, he sees a familiar face...and familiar fox-ears.

-Fundy.....so you are on Quackitys side, heh.-

Schlatt smiled and tilted his head a little bit. The fox stayed quiet, tried to formulate a sentence in his head...he thought so much about a future conversation, but now...when he has a chance, he can't bring himself to say anything.

-Well....I guess, this time I kind of follow your dream, right kid?-

Without any hesitation and even without sarcasm, he just petted Fundy on his shoulder, making his way further.

-See you later.-

Fundy continued to stay there, looking in the direction where Schlatt has gone. He really wanted to say something...but right now he didn't know what and how he could do it. He wanted Schlatt to change his ways...but..right now...after all what he heard from Foolish and Slime...and the little parts of the dialogue that he heard from the side of the balcony...he begins to question...does Schlatt really have to change...or do they all just need to see his point of view...

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ray Stantz

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You first met Ray when you were both still working at the University. You worked down the hall from him and would run into him frequently.

- In the mornings, the two of you would arrive at the same time and he’d open the door for you. You’d make small talk whenever you ended up in the same room or walking in the same direction and he was always willing to lend you something; or a hand, if you needed it. You didn’t know him incredibly well but you did know that he was a sweet guy.

- Ray had a major crush on you. He pretty much fell for you the moment he saw you but his own insecurities kept him from trying to do anything about it. You were smart, gorgeous, and had an amazing personality. What would you want with him?

- It takes him a while to actually ask you out. He keeps going back and forth on whether or not he should, wondering if he’s willing to make a fool of himself just for the off chance that you’ll agree. Peter has a field day with him when he’s in this state, constantly teasing and prodding, urging him to just get it over with and see what you say.

- There was definitely a few instances of him approaching you and/or opening his mouth to say something to you, then quickly shutting it and excusing himself with an apology. It takes him nearly a year to actually go through with it.

- You were just leaving the building and preparing for your walk home when he caught up with you and somewhat shyly asked if you would like to have dinner with him sometime. To his utter shock, you smiled and agreed, and the two of you made plans to meet.

- The two of you went out to a not so fancy restaurant which was perfect for the occasion. He felt like he was walking on clouds the entire night; here he was, with you, and you actually seemed to like him. What were the odds that you would actually like him?

- But regardless of his disbelief over how lucky he was, the two of you had a really great time together and you were happy to see him again the next day at the university.

- The two of you shared your first kiss on your third date. He was walking you home and you were both stood in front of your door, saying goodbye. You were just about to walk inside when you paused, turning around and placing a gentle kiss on his lips before saying goodnight again and closing your door.

- He was frozen in shock for a good minute and a half but you should have seen the smile on his face.

- It wasn’t long before the two of you considered yourselves a couple, and he couldn’t have been happier.

- Ray is a big sweetheart and you can’t convince me otherwise, though I doubt you would even try. You’ll never meet another man who treats you so right.

- He loves Pda, especially when people recognize him in public. He feels particularly cool with you hanging on his arm.

- Quick giddy kisses. 

- He keeps his hand on your lower back whenever you’re standing together, it’s just a habit of his. 

- He likes using nicknames; he thinks they’re cute. He usually just calls you things like honey, sweetheart, and beautiful; he’s somewhat old fashioned in that regard. He wouldn’t even mind you calling him pet names. In fact, he’d probably love it. 

- He’s a strong boy and proud of it! Ask him to hold something! Ask him to open a pickle jar! Ask him to carry you! He’s got it covered! …Although, occasionally he wont be able to open the pickle jar and you might actually show him up when trying it again for yourself. 

- Cheek kisses. He wraps an arm around your neck and pulls you in, pressing his lips to your cheek enthusiastically and smiling down at you.

- Stealing his sweaters. They’re big and cozy and he melts every time he sees you wearing them.

- Takeout meals. You order in or pick something up at least once a week.

- He’s not afraid to make a fool out of himself so the two of you always have a great time together, filled with jokes and stupid/ridiculous behavior. He loves being able to make you laugh. 

- Cuddling? Sign him the fuck up! No matter what you’re doing, he’ll find a way to squeeze himself beside you and wrap himself around you in some way. Whenever you’re going to bed, you’ll rest your head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you; …or you’ll just be laying almost completely on top of him. 

- A lot of your dates are going to be interrupted, it just sort of comes with the territory. When something strange is in the neighborhood, he’s the one being called so you just have to be patient and understanding. He always makes it up to you anyway.

- Occasionally, he’ll stop and pick up flowers or a movie you’ve been wanting to see from the rental place on his way home. He likes surprising you with something nice, especially if he was called away when you were supposed to spend time together.

- Becoming close with Egon, Winston and Peter. You see them constantly so it’s sort of hard not to.

- Sticking by his side and cheering him up when the Ghostbusters aren’t too popular anymore. 

- You may or may not be a partial owner of the bookshop. As much as he loves being a Ghostbuster, he can’t deny that he likes running the place with you. 

- He’s always there if you need someone to get you something or somewhere. He’s particularly good at pushing through crowds and coming up with things to say that will make it easier for you to do what you have to do. He also just doesn’t take no for an answer so, ya know. 

- He’s a total pushover when it comes to you. You can always convince him to do something for you.

- Ray looks like he knows how to fix things. He looks and acts like a man I could trust with my things. If my car broke down, his smiling face would be the one I would ask to help me. So, if you need anything fixed around your house, all you have to do is ask. 

- Little traditions. Things like watching a specific show after dinner, going to a certain place every weekend or eating certain things on certain days. 

- He loves hugs, they’re pretty much his favorite thing in the entire world.

- Random playful harassment. He kind of likes to tease you, jokingly making fun of and tickling you. He thinks the way you react is cute and it’s usually after you do or say something to him so technically it’s revenge. 

- Now, I’m not saying that Ray owns action figures or other toys of that nature, but Ray would definitely be the type to own them.... You may or may not have a little shelf full of figures when you move in together. 

- He’s a big fan of going to zoos. You practically know the animals at your local zoo by name from how many times you go to see them. 

- Carnival and amusement park dates. 

- He gets this dopey smile on his face whenever you try to give him a massage or dote on him in anyway. He’s just so overjoyed that you actually like him and care about his wellbeing. He also just loves the feeling of your hands. 

- Ray sort of craves domesticity. Seeing you wearing one of his shirts and cooking breakfast or being there to welcome him home after work or surprising him by doing some chores would literally make him melt. He’s a centimeter away from proposing to you on the spot.

- The two of you are pretty much the epitome of two best friends dating. You have the time of your lives together and are always completely comfortable and happy in each others presences. 

- Walking around New York together. You wind up just wandering around the city a lot, occasionally stopping for food or drinks or whatever comes to mind when you pass a store. 

- He isn’t the most sensitive person to talk to when you’re upset or scared about something but he apologizes when he goes off on a tangent or says the wrong thing. Don’t blame him too much, he’s got a skewed view of what’s considered a problem rather than a good scientific discovery. 

- Ray gets easily excited about a lot of things, he’s sort of like a puppy at times so even though you might not be so amused with a situation, he’ll be incredibly happy. Whenever he notices that you aren’t thrilled, he’ll usually just give you a sheepish smile and a “sorry honey”. 

- Having him randomly show up and borderline embarrass you when something big is found out. Just picture the restaurant scene from the second movie.

- Visiting him at the office. 

- Letting him gush to you about the paranormal and supernatural. 

- Helping him with his research, experiments, and invention. He loves having you around and hearing your input.  

- He’s definitely named something after you, whether it be a theory, project or machine he’s created. It’s cute, in a geeky sort of way. 

- Be prepared to get scared and not just by ghosts. Sometimes Ray will just pop into view out of nowhere, excitedly talking about something he just saw and scaring the living daylights out of you. He doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, did he do something wrong? 

- He works with all things supernatural and paranormal; he’s seen a lot over the years and because of that, he’s gradually gotten more and more protective of you over time. Wouldn’t you if you knew that evil slime once ran wild underneath your girlfriends apartment? 

- He gets particularly miffed when jealous, not livid or angry just …miffed. You know he’s not upset with you but you can tell that something is bothering him. Occasionally, you won’t even have to figure out what because he’ll insult whoever he’s jealous of like he’s talking about the weather. 

- The two of you don’t really fight all too often, you rarely have a reason too, even though your lives are incredibly hectic most of the time. He doesn’t really have one certain way of responding when he’s angry, everything depend on the situation. One day, you’ll bicker, the next, you’ll yell.

- He always feels bad whenever he snaps at you. Almost immediately after he storms out, he’ll get this pang of guilt in his chest and debate on whether or not he should just walk back in and apologize. He usually doesn’t right then; wanting to give you time to yourself, but does come back not very long after and apologizes, admitting he was wrong if he was and asking if things are alright between the two of you.

- He’s always happy to say he loves you, and gosh does he love hearing you say it.

- Your family probably loves him. He’s a guy that’s easy to get along with …and he’s a ghostbuster so he’s got that going for him.

- Ray is sooo ready to have kids and settle down with you, he’s just waiting until he’s in a more stable work environment. He doesn’t need any ghosties lurking in your kids nursery, even if he’s the most equipped to get rid of them.