#but it's free dopamine

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Hunted Again

Pairing: Gerard Keay/Casper

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, A Date with Death

Spoilers for the Sealed with a Kiss ending.

This is maybe the most self indulgent thing I've ever written but you know what? It's free dopamine and the perks of being A Creative include sometimes getting to write self indulgent crack fics.

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After his cancer scare the doctors told Gerard that they had no idea how he survived. The surgery had been a long shot to begin with, he had been told that, that he was probably going to die. But honestly, he hadn't been worried because the amount of times he had miraculously survived was getting truly ridiculous. He tried not to take it for granted but with how his life had gone, the way he danced between the fears, it only made it more obvious.

Still, that was the closest he'd ever come, and Gertrude had left him so he left her. It wasn't hard, they had been traveling together but it's not like he had an address, a job, anything besides a name that she could use to track him. When he was let out of the hospital he simply walked away.

He wasn't getting any younger and he wanted a life, with Mary's ghost dealt with and the feeling of being indebted to Gertrude broken nothing was holding him back. He had some savings, enough to get a studio apartment, a mattress, and some canvases and paints. He had no traditional work experience but if even his mother could praise his art he must have been good at it. So he painted, and then sold the paintings, and bought more canvases to paint more.

It wasn't long before he built up a bit of a reputation, not just for the beauty of his art but for the.. odd affects. It was nothing bad, he would have stopped if it seemed like he was making more artifacts for the fears but it was something else. He believed deep in his soul that there were no beings of light or hope or love or any of that shit but still... His paintings seem to bring the people who bought them some amount of protection.

He never guaranteed anything but still, people came to him, and he could See the marks on their souls. This one was touched by the lonely, that by the spiral, and he could paint. Not what they wanted, but what they needed. Eyes and parallel lines, and a faceless party. A shield, not a foolproof one, but one enough to buy them time if they had it in them to rejoin the safety of the herd. It exhausted him every time, but it paid well enough that he could rest between pieces, or work for fun.

He still traveled too, kept his nose to the wind for signs of Leitners, but he never saw Gertrude again and he avoided all the monsters as best he could. He even got himself a pet, a snake because he thought that if he died it wouldn't mind to much. And he knew he would die eventually, especially because the insane near death experiences Continued! Even when he wasn't anywhere near anything to do with the fears pianos fell right behind him, trains derailed while he was alone at the station, it was ridiculous!

And yet he kept on living, and at some point you just had to laugh at these things or you give in to the paranoia and the fears take you. Maybe he had already been taken by The End without realizing it and that was why this was happening, but whatever.

He rarely used his computer honestly besides communicating about commissions so when he got a notification his first assumption was that. But when he went to his computer the there was a strange app he hadn't installed. Huh, well delete it and move on.

More notification. What the fuck? How did it reinstall?! Gerard nearly got rid of it immediately, because the last thing he needed right now was more spooky shit! But there was no proof this was supernatural yet, he could admit to himself that he was so focused on the fears he sometimes forgot humans could be assholes too. Besides he didn't know much about tech, this was probably just a hacker. He deleted it again.

This time he watched as it installed itself again immediately and scowled. Greeat, well, might as well see what bullshit life was throwing at him now.

He opened the app and was immediately treated to someone claiming to be the Grim Reaper and rambling to himself when Gerry didn't respond right away to the demands for his soul. He covered his mouth to stifle a smile. He'd met real reapers, servants of the end, and this person was nothing like this. Gerry let go of his anxiety and decided to have a little fun, responding to the hacker just for a bit of fun.

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Days later he would be the first to admit this had gotten out of hand, and well and truly shaken his world view. He has known about the fears, the supernatural forces in the world, hell he even knew about reapers, but nothing like his Little Reaper, Grim, Casper. The sweet, spooky, stupid being who Gerry had let into his soul despite fully knowing the risks.

Playing dumb for fun had turned into, playing dumb to get more information, then finally playing dumb because he genuinely didn't know what to do. He had had a few relationships but they had all been short and ended in tragedy, he was too wound up with the fears to be truly close to anyone. Anyone mortal, maybe... maybe a Grim reaper would be perfect?

When he'd asked about Gerry's family he very nearly panicked, but when he'd said he wasn't ready to talk about it Casper had been so understanding. So perfectly willing to let it go! Gerry tried not to be suspicious Casper already knew. He had a feeling the Reaper had started following him After his brain cancer, but if that was the case how much did he know?

When should Gerry ask? When should he tell Casper. It didn't feel like it was time yet, but if he only had a week left maybe he needed to just bite the bullet and do it! Surely Casper had to know about the fears, at least The End. But he hadn't referenced them once...

It was absolutely ridiculous, it didn't make any sense, and yet Gerry believed it. It was amazing. When Casper told him about the way Gerry had been giving away parts of his soul to help people, being a personification of life it threw everything he'd believed back in his face. There was good in the world, he could do good in the world, had been for YEARS.

When he hung up the call with Casper he cried, just lay in his soft bed with the blue comforter and bawled. He wasn't even truly happy, but it was a release a long time in coming. And the next day Casper was there again, waiting for him and still as kind, charming, and bashful, and only a few more days left on the bet.

There was something he wanted to do first if he was going to die, so he set up his easel and paints again. carefully he arranged the bouquet of flowers Casper had brought him in a vase and started to paint it. He his spirals in the centers of the flowers, eyes in the leaves, clouds in the petals, and put his entire heart into every stroke of his brush. If Casper took his soul, he would have to take the painting too, and hopefully it would protect one of the few people who'd brought genuine joy and love into his life.

He shouldn't have worried about that really, because Casper didn't even try to take his soul. When he spoke about leaving his job, his life, quitting being a reaper to be with Gerry it... Well it was just another earthquake reshaping Gerry' worldview, one of many this week, but another welcome one.

"Yes," He agreed immediately, "You're welcome here, I'll leave the window open."

He got up and unlocked it, sitting on the bed and staring at the window, anticipating Casper's arrival.

"You really left it- Oh!" he sounded as Gerard grabbed Casper's arm and dragged the other man into his arms. He overbalanced with Casper's weight and they fell on the bed together with Gerry on top. His long black hair fell around both of them, it clashed beautifully with Casper's white skin and red eyes, and it made Gerry think about the story of snow white.

"I've wanted to hold you for so long, longer then I've even known you I think," Gerard murmured, propping himself on one elbow so he could caress Casper's cheek. God his skin was so soft.

"I believe I have too," Casper whispered, wrapping his arms around Gerard's shoulders.

"I guess your soul is mine now hm?" He asked tilting his head a little.

"I suppose it is," Casper agreed, not even a trace of wariness. God he was activating Gerry's fucking cuteness aggression!

"You can keep it. Having your heart is enough for me," Gerry said, his hand dropping to gently rest on Casper's throat, feeling his pulse pounding under his fingers despite the coolness of his skin.

"Seems like a poor trade off," Casper murmured, pulling Gerry a little closer.

"Then I'll take a kiss too," Gerry breathed. "If you're okay with it."

"Yes, more then okay. I want you too kiss me," Casper said, blushing brightly, his skin showed his blush so beautifully.

"Oh good," Gerry said lamely then kissed Casper passionately before he could make a comment about Gerry being flustered.

The kiss turned into many, Gerry's arms got tired so he lay down next to Casper, pulling the other man against his chest and kissing him again. And again, and again.

The sun set, and they lay together, wrapped up in each other, black and white hair layered together over the pillows.

"When did you start following me?" Gerry asked, playing absently with Casper's hair.

"Five years ago," Casper replied, shifting down to rest his head on Gerry's shoulder.

"After the brain cancer then?" Gerry asked.

"Yes."

"So you know nothing about what I did before that?" Gerry asked, feeling a slight lump to his throat.

"No...?" Casper said questioningly.

"Okay.." Gerry said and trailed off, there was a beat of silence as he tried to think of what he was going to say. "After the cancer I really turned my life around after that. Before that I wasn't exactly a 'normal mortal', I was... a Hunter."

On top of Gerry Casper tensed a little, and when he looked up there was just a touch of wariness, maybe even fear, in his eyes.

"Not of your kind," He assured with a little smile. "Or, well, there were a few things that called themselves Reapers but they were nothing like you. My mother... she fancied herself a witch, she spent her entire life, and my entire childhood teaching me how to harness powers that should have been impossible to touch. That's what my tattoos are for," he said, glaring absently at the eyes decorating his knuckles.

"In the end her power grabs killed her, and I wanted to rip everything like her apart for what she'd done to me, the nightmare she'd made my childhood. I hunted, and I killed," He ran his hand down Casper's arm and laced their fingers together. He allowed it but didn't reciprocate.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, at first it was because I didn't believe you. You were nothing like the others, and you didn't even mention the Powers I knew of so I thought you were lying. Then... then I truly was lost, I had been so sure there was no good in the world. No powers of life, or hope, or even truly good people. And you dropped all of that right into my lap and I didn't know how to respond.

"I haven't killed since my brain cancer, when my hunting partner abandoned me when I needed her most I realized there was no joy for me in that life. My overseas trips you've followed me on.. have you seen me burn the books?" A slight nod. "Do you know what they were?" A small shake of the head, worry and fear.

"Objects of power for the 14 Fears, the Dread Powers I was taught to harness. I thought they were all there was, but I think I'm realizing it's like trauma. With something so bad possible, it's hard to imagine there being good too. But now I know there is good, and there is love, and I love you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this before you came, I didn't know how."

There was a long silence, but Casper didn't pull away so Gerry let him think. "You're not, as you said 'pulling my leg'?" Casper asked softly.

"No, not about this. I can prove it to you if you want. Well, not this second but you can come with me next time I track down one of the books. Or go to help one of the people touched by the fears," he offered quickly.

"I suppose now I know how you first felt, because I know nothing of this. I suppose I didn't spend enough time on earth to know of powers that prey on mortal fears."

"That makes sense. Don't worry though, I've been navigating this since I was born. I know all the tricks, and now understanding better what I can do, and not being alone, I Know we'll be okay. Good even!"

"It still sounds like a big risk," Casper said worriedly.

"Well... Yes, but I can't stop Casper," Gerry said softly.

"Can't, or won't?"

"... Won't. I've felt so much disrepair all my life that there were no Good powers, now that I know in some ways I Am a good power. Casper, I need to help people. Can you understand?"

"Yes, I can understand," Casper sighed relaxing and resting his head on Gerry's chest again. "I will support you, and the travel will help keep the other reapers at a distance since I am on the run.

"I have much more to learn about the world then I ever realized, which is... disconcerting. But you will guide me through it, and I've always enjoyed learning."

"Thank you Casper," It came out in a rush of breath and true gratitude. "Thank you."

"I always though 'love is blind' was a saying for fools, but I was the fool who had never known love," Casper murmured, sitting up and pressing a soft kiss to Gerry's lips. "I believe I would follow you into hell Sunshine."

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

ADHD & Chronic Task Avoidance

Future ADHD

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))

Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.

Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.

“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”

You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.

“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.” 

Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then. 

“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!” 

So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.

Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.

You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!” 

“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.

“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”

Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.

He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.

“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”

You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.

Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.

So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.

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Tags; @xxoomiii @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @ryker-writes [come get ur mans]

[milkywayes]

back on my bullshit (painting baby turians)

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

I uneldered Elder Faerie Cookie :D

I'd like to think back when things were just starting out with the virtues and him, he was named Moonflower before becoming, well, Elder Faerie- anyway here he is

not so elder Elder Faerie, or otherwise Moonflower as I'm gonna call him :>

enjoy elder faerie nation you get to see your boy at like maybe confused teen to young adult stage i dunno

tags for some moots I figure might wanna see it: @xaytheloser @undeadvinyls @snail-noodle @onesacrificiallamb

and for anyone who may want to turn him into a sticker and smack him onto an item-

here's the bordered version, you can now turn him into a sticker, if you can figure out how to do it (i have no clue how to do it myself good luck)

[peekychu]

These icons I commissioned from @ectodrool are such Raw Pure Concentrated Gender to me 🥺💛

[lieutenant-columbro]

[thegoldencontracts]

Do you think Azul is capable of falling in love? I mean, the way he sees love as transactions and weakness to be exploited makes me question this thought.

Oh my god anon I'm so happy you asked about the transaction thing because I have SO many thoughts...

Can Azul Love?

This is just a quick analysis my brain spurred off into.

First there's this scenario I made specifically about this concept - Azul Falls In Love And Can't Handle It (Just wanted to link it instead of repeating everything in this post)

But even in other fics, I love exploring that concept! Because - to me, at least - love isn't always a choice. It becomes a choice later on. That sounds confusing but allow me to clarify.

There are two types of feelings commonly known as "love" that I'm referring to - Infatuation, and love. These two have nothing to do with age, or even a person's maturity level. Infatuation is the first part of a relationship or a pre-relationship stage, where every interaction gives you butterflies, you feel like you're on fire every second you spend, and all that good stuff.

Love is a choice you make. You're not getting butterflies anymore. You are choosing to build a life with someone, to be there for them even without the boost of infatuation.

Infatuation can come and go - it's pretty short-lived, in all honesty. Love, on the other hand, is stable and much longer-lasting when requited. You care deeply about a person, in spite of all their flaws or weaknesses.

Very few people can't feel infatuated - even Aromantic people can end up experiencing the same thing, just from a platonic angle, where you really admire someone to the point of glossing over their flaws.

Azul is no exception. He can get infatuated with someone too. He's not immune, and god, he hates it. Seeing you gives him butterflies, he wants to do everything in his power to make you happy, but why? This isn't supposed to be how he acts!

Love is a separate matter. Love requires a level of emotional maturity that - let's face it - not many Night Raven students have. Azul would have to care for you in spite of your flaws and choose to invest his time into a relationship with you despite potential losses like time for his business. He'll have to choose you despite the lack of chemicals in his brain encouraging him to do so. And, in his current state, I'm not quite sure if Azul is capable of that.

But the thing is, Azul isn't stagnant. It may not seem like it, but he is gradually growing. And he's definitely capable of love - even if it isn't romantic - just look at the way he talks about his family! I meant it when I said I wasn't sure. Though there's a chance he might not be able to make that choice, there's a chance he can, too.

And hopefully, when the time comes, and Azul and whoever his partner is are a good way in their relationship, and the chemicals finally wear off, he can make that choice.

[safetydance]

I found Titus' myspace

[pumpkin-belly]

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

ADHD & listening to songs on repeat

Future ADHD

[strangeswift]

i think i should be studied under a microscope like how can one person possibly have such little motivation to do schoolwork it’s truly astounding. the stakes are so high and yet i cannot do the simplest of homework assignments because my brain just says “counterpoint: i don’t want to do that. let’s do something else instead” and i say well i can’t argue with that logic

[breadstickroll]

💃💃💃

[gigimirasol]

for fun after work recently I've been unwinding by drawing people's fan outfits for Athena 🌙

the OG! my girl!!

a cozy Athena by doctorsiren

casual, modern Athena by chatternanmv over on twitter

an academic Athena by pysics

AU Athena where she and Simon swap roles by u3pxx

Flannel Athena by ministarfruit

more incoming! they'll be tagged w/ 'gigi's athena collection'

[pandeesall]

TYSM YALL FOR MAKING WB FUN !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Didn't expect the list to be full isnt that a surprise?

Made me so happy to see y'all's names hehe

@gatioxd @stitch-slash-pebbles @juno890 @sealedchasm @charbles @ketsup-toyo @danysaurbutnot @fropishness @idiototheinternet @kyuuuu 🤍🤍🤍

[awakefor48hours]

No, that does it

It’s day of play now. Go outside, go out there for 20 seconds, 5 minutes, an hour, whatever. You can even bring music out there with you but for right now, go touch grass.