#fanfics can be scary

[awlcorpse]

me and @sylveon-and-velveon just read the wildest fucking jeff the killer (sorry, unaliver) Wattpad fic over on the CRP server.

rating it a 3/10. too much he who shall not be named and not enough tobias erin rodgers

Fic summery (it’s wild) under the cut

BASICALLY This girl (her names Charlie), is left home alone and Jeff just.. breaks into her house cuz why not. He and her fight, and he just goes “hey wanna live with me” she agrees because Jane is going ofter Charlie because she’s “stealing” Jeff.

May I mention, we checked, YES Nina existed at this time. Why she wasn’t used in place of Jane here I have no idea. Slender is also here but doesn’t really do anything. Jeff kills Jane at the end of the fist book.

Jeff and Charlie develop a weird relationship. Charlie does a lot of cooking and cleaning which came off odd. Jeff even renovates her kitchen (???) Jeff knocks her out/causes her to faint and HE CALLS 911 AND GIVES THEM HIS ADDRESS. JEFF you are a SERIAL KILLER. He also calls the mother of Charlie and she’s A-OK with him just casually kidnapping her daughter.

Anyways, Jeff and her make up and he gets her pregnant (ew yucky) and EJ and Smile Dog r there n whatever. For some really weird reason they treat the pasta’s as a completely different race, with lines along the lines as “your child will be half creepypasta” n shit. 2015 was a different time.

He who shall not be named kills Charlie and therefore her unborn son because… yes. Jeff finds out and then kills himself. Because.. yes. And thats the end 👌

2015 was a wild time.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara stared between her feet, as if the hardwood floor between her socks had answers. She was wearing mismatched SpongeBob and Hello Kitty socks. The Hello Kitty ones were Christmas gifts from Lena. Lena had admitted she didn’t know anything about Hello Kitty except that the design was cute, and Kara liked cute things. Kara treasured those socks as though they were a kingly gift.

There was a cold beer in her hand. She turned the bottle this way and that, wondering what the point was. She didn’t like the taste. Alcohol wasn’t strong enough to dull her emotions or make her laugh or cry the way it did for her humans. It just tasted mostly pretty bad. She took a drink anyway, doing what she always did: trying too hard to be something she’d never be.

Alex had offered the beer and Kara had accepted, taking one from the six pack she’d brought over. Alex was on her second, sitting back in her chair and nursing her beer.

“Kara,” she said.

Kara gave her head a listless shake.

“I’m just not in the mood to cheer up.”

Alex took a pull of her beer. “Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Our friendship meant something,” said Kara, the last word coming out strained, pushed past its breaking point but holding on.

“To you,” Alex said. “It meant another thing to her.”

“You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what she said.”

“There’s nothing she could say that would justify abusing you like that.”

Kara looked at her. Alex was clearly on a mission here- to get Kara’s head turned around right, to help her see the truth, and to help her process it and move on.

The bottle in her hand shattered.

“Jesus!” Alex yelped.

Kara didn’t want to process it. She didn’t want to see Alex’s truth. She didn’t want to fucking move on. She moved on too much. Her world died and she moved on. Her foster father died and she moved on. Her aunt tried to kill her and she moved on. Her boyfriend turned out to be a galactic conquered and she moved on. She got her back broken and her skull fractured and she moved on. She was beaten to death by a literal clone of herself and came to back to life, and she moved. On.

She didn’t want to move on from Lena. She wanted her back. She wanted to be like it was.

She wanted…

She wanted things she couldn’t say, because she couldn’t want them.

“She said she killed her brother for me,” Kara choked out.

Alex frowned, eyes flicking between Kara’s face and the suds on the floor.

“You’ve got to see she’s bad news.”

Kara shook her head and stood up, moving to grab a towel and clean up the mess. She plucked the shards of glass from the floor and soaked up the suds. Alex didn’t offer another brew or take one. She just held the empty bottle in her hand.

“Kara,” she finally said. “You need to come to terms with this. I don’t think you’re being healthy about how you feel about-“

“Lena,” Kara gasped.

“Yeah, I mean, the way you two have been behaving is more like a-“

Kara tuned her out. Lena was approaching, and her heart was racing. Kara heard the distinct sound of her footsteps as she ran up the stairs and down the hall to the loft and had the door open as Lena stumbled to a stop in front of it, wide-eyed and panicked.

“Luthor!” Alex snapped. “You’ve got some balls showing your face here. Give me one good reason not to arrest you. Now.”

“Alex,” Kara warned.

Lena was looking at her with a shocking blend of fear and relief, tears streaming freely down her cheeks.

“Oh God,” said Lena. “Oh thank God you’re alive.”

Alex started to speak but Kara put up a warning hand. She didn’t move, standing fixed in the doorway as Lena stood there shaking, wrapped up in her coat like a drowned rat.

“Let me in, please let me in.”

“Kara,” Alex warned.

“Take this!” Lena blurted.

A jolt of shock ran through Kara as Lena produced the Myriad module and thrust it at her in both hands, almost dropping it in the process. Kara had taken it before she realized what she was doing.

“Take it, take it, take the fucking thing! I don’t want it anymore.”

Kara hit her lip. Lena’s eyes were full of silent appeal, heavy with… knowledge, or something like it.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You won’t believe me,” Lena said, her voice trembling.

Kara flinched. Lena’s heart was racing painfully, dangerously fast, and she was staring to hyperventilate. Instinct took over, and she pulled the other woman inside, gently tucking her into a firm hug.

“Kara!” Alex snapped.

“Alex,” Kara said, firmly. “Out. Now.”

“But you can’t just let her back in!”

“Trust me, Alex.”

“Fine, but I’m not going far, and if I even think I smell a trap, Luthor, I swear, I will bring the wrath of God down on your head. I will destroy you.”

Lena said nothing, turning her face into Kara’s shoulder. Alex glared fury at her as she passed, and Kara pushed the door shut.

“Lena, tell me what happened.”

It took Lena at least a minute to get her breathing under enough control to even talk.

“I was in my lab when this man appeared inside. That should be impossible. My lab is a fortress. Not even you could get in.”

“Wait? What man?”

“He looked like a funny little man with a bowler hat, but he’s not. It’s some kind of illusion or trick. He told me some incomprehensible name and told me he was there on your behalf. His name was just gibberish, Mix-something.”

She was finally calming. Kara guided her to the couch and set Myriad on the table, sitting beside her. Lena stared at it.

“I know his name,” Kara said, coldly.

“Did you send him?”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“He told me he was there to give me what I wanted, a life without you. Before I could say anything he just snapped his fingers, and I was on the helicopter, the day you saved me from Lex’s drones, but you weren’t there. I screamed for help but you didn’t come.”

Kara felt the sour taste of beer and vomit rising to the back of her throat.

“I remember the crash and it was real, it was like it was really happening and it hurt so much, and then I woke up and Lillian was there with her doctors and she was cutting. Cutting me up and carving me apart with scalpels and putting machinery in me and Kryptonite, she put Kryptonite in my chest!”

“Easy,” Kara said, “Easy, Lena. Take a breath.”

Red-faced and breathing too quickly, Lena ignored her. “Then you were there and I couldn��t stop myself, it was burning you alive, like in the Fortress but worse and I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t even scream, and I felt this hate inside me, and I just wanted it to stop. Then I was back in my lab and he was there.”

“So you came here?”

“No! I told him that wasn’t what I wanted. I told him I wanted a world without lies, without conflict or hate or deception. I told him what I wanted to do. I don’t know why, it was like he was forcing the words out of me, and he told me fine, he’d give me what I wanted.”

Lena hugged herself, sinking back into the couch.

“It was real, Kara. It all happened. I mean, it actually happened. I finished Non Nocere. I pacified the entire world, made everyone calm and peaceful and truthful. I lived this. For years.”

Kara swallowed. Mxy… could do that. He was that powerful. Kara has suspected as much. He’d been toying with her before, like a cat tormenting a mouse. Her blood ran cold and she suppressed a shiver.

“Oh my God. You’re scared of this thing, aren’t you?”

“Lena…”

“You should be. It got worse. It got worse, Kara. Non Nocere worked. The world became a place of peace. You came to me and you were furious, but I asked you, was it better the other way? Were you angry because of what I did or were you angry because I made a world that doesn’t need superheroes?”

Kara swallowed. “Lena, it wouldn’t be right to control everyone like that. You can’t just-“

“I know! I learned my goddamn lesson already, will you just listen to me?”

Kara took a deep breath.

“Okay. I’m listening.”

“You were the only one not affected. You stayed for a while, tried to reason with me, but then you left. You went back to Argo and rejoined the Kryptonian survivors.”

Lena went quiet, staring at nothing.

“Lena? Lena, what is it?”

“I gave him the world on a silver platter. I just handed it over and I didn’t even realize it. I wasn’t fixing the world, I was ringing a dinner bell. He came.”

“Mxy?”

“No, Kara. Something worse. From the stars. He came in a ship… his ship was as big as the sky. They came from cracks in the air, these… these portals started belching out these things, demons, I don’t know, and he came from the sky.”

“Who, Lena?”

Silence. Lena pulled her knees up and rocked in place, staring.

“Lee?”

“Darkseid,” said Lena. “He called himself Darkseid. He took Non Nocere from me. He used it. On everyone. On me, too. He made us worship… he made us love. He took something from my mind, from everyone’s mind, some kind of weapon, and you came back. You came back to stop him.”

“Of course I would,” said Kara.

“He made me watch. He said it was a gift for delivering him his prize. I saw you die.”

Kara’s stomach dropped. Tentatively, she reached for Lena’s shoulder, found it and grasped it softly. Lena hid her face in her arms and began to whimper.

“The things I saw. The things we were made to do. The things I was made to do. I can’t. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“It wasn’t real. You’re safe. I promise.”

“It was real. Then that Mixylwhatever came back and asked me if I wanted out. I almost said no, Kara! I almost said no!”

Kara closed her fists, arms wrapped around her self.

Great Rao, what happened to her?

I said yes and I was just… back in my lab. Like none of it happened. There with that thing in my hands. I did the only thing I could think of. I ran here.”

Lena is was still shaking.

Hushing her softly, Kara guided her to lie down on the couch, throwing a blanket over her. Lena shoved her face in the pillow and sobbed as Kara knelt beside her, trying to soothe her by stroking her back and sweeping the hair from her eyes.

“It wasn’t real.”

“It felt real.”

“I won’t let it happen.”

“You couldn’t stop it. Not even you, not even you and Clark.”

Kara leaned closer and looked her in the eye.

“I won’t. Let. It. Happen.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Lena closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Finally she seemed to calm, at least a little.

“Listen to me, Lena. Please.”

She nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“Kara,”

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have respected you. I should have let myself be vulnerable and let you in the way you did for me. I only thought about what I wanted and I let my fear control me. I will never do that again. I will never run off to Argo or wherever else as long as you need me. I will always protect you, Lena. Always.”

“I know, Kara. I saw it in your eyes when you… when he… your last word was my name.”

“Rest, Lee. I’m going to destroy Myriad. I’m going to get Alex and and Brainy and Nia ans J’onn and we’re going to figure this out.”

“Okay,” Lena choked out. “Okay.”

Kara knelt beside her until she finally fell asleep, then paced the loft for a while.

She turned to look at Lena as she slept and then it hit her. It was like suddenly becoming aware of a new color, a hue that shaded the whole world but had been previously invisible. It was just suddenly there, and she understood.

Kara was in love with her.

She would forgive Lena any trespass, and she would do anything to protect her.

She called Alex. Told her what happened, leaving out nothing Lena said. They decided, after their earlier interaction, that it would be best if J’onn watched over her.

When he arrived, Kara went to the roof.

“Mxyzptlk,” said Kara.

In a blink he was there.

“Well then,” he said. “You’re welcome. Killed two birds with one stone, showing your Lena the error of her ways and-“

Kara didn’t let him finish. When she slammed him into the brickwork, cracks spread from the impact and her eyes blazed with all the fury of her long lost sun.

“Leave her alone. If you ever go near her again, I’ll break every bone in your body. I don’t care what I have to do. I don’t care what I have to sacrifice. If I’m not powerful enough now I will find a way.”

“You can’t do that.”

“When it comes to my Lena, I have no rules. Now get the fuck off my planet.”

She let him go and took a step back. He regarded her for a moment, looking rather pale for a fifth dimensional imp, and then vanished without another word.

Kara went back to Lena.

[pockettgcf]

SLAMS THE DESK

REVERSE ROLES AU WITH CALMITY XIE LIAN RULING OVER GHOST CITY AS TAIZI DIANXIA AND HE IS EXTREMELY PROTECTIVE OVER HIS CITIZENS BECAUSE HE ISN'T GOING TO LET THEM GET HURT LIKE THE PEOPLE OF XIANLE

[luna-lovegreat]

Hyrule's actually...

really not looking forward to the idea of the monsters being stronger

Look back...

In both mentions of monsters being stronger- He looks so scared. I want to hug him.

.

Art from @linkeduniverse :D

@breannasfluff @la-sera

[coffeexafterxmidnight]

The Token Human - part 1

So that Welcome Home ARG eh? Eh? You know it right, my followers? You should look into it some, it looks like it's shaping up to be something really, really good.

Anyway I'm a sucker for well-made evil children's characters in horror media so I tried to capture the ✨vibes ✨. I don't feel I succeeded, but oh well. Part 1 of a possible series? We'll see.

Reader [gender not stated] pov CW: Body horror, eye horror, size horror[?], creepy puppets, memory alteration, whump? ask to tag Part 2

Nobody else in Home was quite like you. But nobody in Home was quite like anyone else, either! Everyone was different, and unique, and special! That's what Wally told you when you first moved in. And he was right, like he always was. 

But still. Nobody was quite like you. Nobody had hair like yours, on your head, on your arms and legs. Nobody had skin like yours, soft and squishy in a different way than everyone else. Nobody had eyes like yours or ears like yours.

Nobody had hands like yours. And you noticed that right away the first time you held hands with them in a game. You had five fingers total. They had four.

You were pretty sure you were human. Julie was human too, but… a different kind of human, you were pretty sure of that, too. Really, everyone just seemed to be… them. Frank was Frank and Howdy was Howdy, Eddie and Julie and Poppy and Sally and Barnaby were all themselves too.

And Wally…

Wally was your best friend.

That's why when he invited you to his Home, to prepare a surprise party, you jumped right at it. You were always up for a party! You were too big for most of the games they played but you could put up the decorations and light the candles on the cake and clean the hard to reach spots your friends couldn't! You were a perfect fit in Home-

Wally called your name.

"Be careful!"

Bit late for that. In your little thought train you stepped back and right off the little ladder you'd been standing on to clean. It wasn't a bad fall, the step ladder was built for your friends after all. No, it just knocked the air out of you. But it reminded you of something else.

Your friends… didn't really seem to feel pain.

"I'm okay!" You called out as the air returned to you.

Wally had been standing nearby with one hand over his mouth, but lowered it slowly. His smile returned, and he laughed.

"Silly, silly," he said between the distinctive sound of his amusement. "You were thinking too hard!"

Yeah, you were. You laughed with him and sat up. He stood over you now, his soft little hands helping you stand. 

"What were you thinking about?" He asked. "Was it the party?"

You hummed, backtracking your thoughts. What had you been thinking about, really? What set that train of thought rolling…? 

"I think I'm forgetting something again," you said, looking at him.

Wally tilted his head to the side.

"Silly," he said. "You're always forgetting things. What is it this time?"

"I don't know!" You said, smiling. "If I knew, I wouldn't have forgotten it, would I?"

You both laughed, but yours faded sooner than his. Your smile fell. What had you forgotten?

A door creaked and swung open. You and Wally turned towards the sound.

"Maybe," Wally said, "you forgot to eat. Let's go in the kitchen!"

"Okay!" You couldn't remember anything else you could've forgotten so into the kitchen with him you went. 

It was a nice little kitchen, though Wally never seemed to use it much unless you were here. He didn't like anyone seeing him eat. In fact, other than apples, you didn't know what he liked to eat at all. He liked sweets, you knew that much…

As you looked down at the colorful kitchen table, you frowned. You didn't feel hungry, now that you thought about it. You couldn't remember the last time you ate but it didn't seem that long ago. 

Maybe, you thought, running your hand over a scratch on the table, Wally was the hungry one but didn't want to say it. That didn't seem like him though, he was so open and sincere…

Your hand ran over and over the scratch. 

"Hey Wally?" You asked. "What happened to your table?"

Everything seemed quiet.

You lifted your eyes up towards the wall. The quiet stretched on and on. 

You had forgotten something. You had. You knew you had. It was close to you, slipping away from you like dangling strings every time you reached towards it.

It was close to you. Right there. So important. 

What did you forget?

"Wally?"

You looked over your shoulder.

You looked up at him.

Your stomach dropped. With a gasp, you stumbled backwards, away, your eyes wide as you looked at him. Looked up at him.

Wally once proudly told you he was twelve apples tall. You, uh, weren't. You were taller than him by a lot. But now he was tall, taller than you, looking down at you.

He tilted his head.

"Is something wrong, friend?" He said. "You don't look well. Maybe you should… sit down…"

"Wally," you said. "What happened to you?"

His mouth curled up, and your gut churned. That kind of smile didn't fit on Wally's face. That kind of smile shouldn't be possible on his face. He was a puppet - 

A puppet? What was a puppet?

Wally laughed. It shook his shoulders, every syllable moving them in a rhythm. As if string moved his shoulders, but he wasn't that kind of puppet so he couldn't-

What was a puppet?

He tilted his head the other way. Jerked it, really. 

"You're thinking too loud, friend." He jerked his head to the other side. "What do you mean, what's a puppet?" He laughed, ha ha ha. "Silly, silly, silly. That's you. You're my puppet."

His pupils went wide, and it was horrible how familiar it was, the feeling of teeth clenching down on - not your skin not your flesh not your head or your arms or any part of you.

You were. So tired. Like the energy poured out of you into a tiny drain.

My fear, you thought, he's eating my fear.

When he stepped towards you, you heard the click of his shoes on the kitchen tile. Had you ever heard that before? Your mind spun, you stepped away from him again.

"Don't-" you started.

Your name comes from his mouth in a tone you've never heard before.

"I won't," he said. "If you promise to stay."

And you knew exactly what he meant. And you knew you would do anything you had to, so you could go home.

You ran for the door.

It slammed shut.

The handle was meant for puppet hands, not human ones. Your legs gave out from under you as you scrambled with it, nails scratching the wood behind it as you tried to open it. Behind you his footsteps clicked, clicked, clicked towards you.

He said your name again, so sweet, so hungry.

"You don't really want to leave," he said. "I don't believe that at all. I know how much you love it here. We'd all miss you so much."

His arm reached out. His hand, with four fingers, took your wrist and pulled it away from the door. You shook your head, your throat wouldn't make a sound.

"Hey now," he whispered. "No more mysteries this time, okay? Don't go digging into things you don't understand. And everything will be fine."

You felt the teeth again, biting chunks into your mind. The panic. The fear. The dread. Gone, gone, gone. 

My memories - you thought. He's going to eat my memories, too. He's going to eat my memories and put me back at square one. I was so close. I was almost-

You took a deep breath and groaned. Your eyes opened to a strange place, one you didn't recognize for a moment or two. The evening sun streamed in through a window, onto the couch you laid on. You groaned again and covered your eyes with your arm.

"Where am I?"

A familiar voice called from another room. You lifted up your arm, and smiled. Of course. You were at Wally's Home.

"What happened?" You asked.

"You fell off the ladder!" Wally said. "You must've been thinking too hard again. You think too much, I think."

You laughed a bit. "Maybe I do. Falling off a ladder? That's a bad time to get distracted."

You frowned. Wally watched for a moment.

"Did you forget something again?" He said 

You sat up fully with the realization.

"The games!" You cried. "I left the games for the party at my house!"

Wally laughed. Was it just your imagination or did it seem… relieved almost?

"You can get them tomorrow," he said. "It's getting dark. You should stay here for tonight. I don't want you to trip on anything."

You thought about it, frowning at the patchwork blanket draped over you.

It would definitely be bad if you tripped and hurt yourself in the dark, you thought. Wally was right, like he always was.

"Okay!" You said at last. "Thanks Wally." You smiled. "You're a good friend."

[pikathefunny]

IT'S TIME FOR LUFFY TREATMENT

[fluideli123]

Sonadow Fic Rec

Okay, before you jump down to the masterpieces listed below, I just wanted to state this:

These authors have given this phenomenal content for free, baked with time and effort. I have never once ignored this, hence why I try and comment on each and every one of these fics. However, my energy and ability to be verbose differs day to day. Some of these fics I have not given proper comments for, despite this, I will be on it the moment I can be. In the time being, (once I am able to find my comments on each of these fics) I will be sharing my adoration for them further in other posts (and most likely link back to this one).

With that being said, please, PLEASE take your time to check each of these fics out. If they're not your cup of tea? Valid! But hands down I have never dedicated myself to making a fic rec like this until now. But I MUST share and spread these works, they are much too dear to me not to, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

(All fics are listed by order saved in my bookmarks, not in the order read)

tangled threads and bite-marked shoulders by @rubyiiiusions

Words: 32,287 | Series | Complete

Shadow hissed in pain. The laser had just grazed him, but it still stung, and he instinctively gripped the wound it left on his arm. “You dare-” He stopped. The laser hadn’t hit him. In fact, it had struck Sonic, right on his lower left arm. So why did his forearm feel like it just got shot? He whipped around, fear climbing up his throat, and he suddenly became hyper-aware of something new. It was like a sixth sense, feeling the confusion that emitted from Sonic’s fur in waves as if it was his own. “What did you do?!” Shadow snarled. or, eggman accidentally soulbinds shadow and sonic, and no one has any idea how to undo it.

Sleepwalking by Tirainy

Words: 22,117 | Complete

'There is a strong arm curled around his torso, the appendage keeping him close to its owner, whose warm breath is ghosting over the back of his neck. Sonic is sure he went to bed alone the previous night, but he isn't worried about the intruder. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened…'

Secret Admirer by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 24,313 | Complete

Sonic understood well what it meant to be loved. He was a world-famous hero, after all; his presence never went unnoticed. For the most part, he lavished in that attention, he soaked it in and encouraged it. But not romantic attention. So, when the blue blur found himself falling in love? Well, the prospect was rather daunting, no matter how easy Amy had made it out to be. So maybe, just maybe, he should just take the easy way out...

Rose Drops Series by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 122,489 | Series | Complete

Love, Intuition, and a little bit of magic ensues as Amy sends Sonic and Shadow on an unforgettable adventure.

Wolfboy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 73,856 | Complete

World-famous monster hunter Shadow the Hedgehog has a job to do. It doesn't take long for the one-shot wonder to realize that this job won't be as simple as he'd expected: a small town, rumors of a lone werewolf, and a handsome, green-eyed, chronically-injured casanova who manages to worm his way into Shadow's heart... What starts off as a simple job turns out to be something much more life-changing.

Blizzard Bedfellows by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 21,294 | Complete

When a rare blizzard takes over the island, Sonic is on the run to make sure a certain angry loner is safe and sound. Y-you know, because...uh that's what heroes do.

We never met but can we have a cup of coffee or something? by @whitejungle

Words: 3,630 | Complete

It's been almost two months since Sonic lost someone he didn't even know, but he can't stop thinking about it.

Clean Slate by nottheweirdest

Words: 155,880 | Complete | Note: Squeal pending and I am cheering you on author!! Whatever you decide I am excited to support you!!

Shadow has lost himself before. He knows what it's like to straddle the line between reality and false memories, but this time, it’s Sonic whose memory has vanished. A premeditated set of circumstances and an accidental injury leave Sonic with no memory of who he is, his life, or more importantly, his painful history with Shadow. It’s up to Shadow to remind the hero who he is in the midst of a global outbreak. It’s a chance for redemption. It’s a chance to right the wrongs of the past. It’s a clean slate.

say i reckon (i love you, for a millisecond) by @redamancering

Words: 30,205 | Complete

There’s a hand on his shoulder, barely making contact. A red gauntlet glows around the wrist. Sonic blinks, the pain having evaporated so fast he feels almost weightless. “Shadow?” Shadow’s breathing heavily. “Problem.” The retrieval of the ancient tech Shadow (and Sonic, in tow) has been sent to uncover takes a turn for the worst. In this case, the “worst” means… becoming physically and inextricably linked to each other. For the foreseeable future. OR: Metaphysical handcuffs, and general gay buffoonery.

Judge my sins, not my feelings by yellothebeeloved

Words: 228,479 | Complete | Note: Possible one-shots pending from the author for the series, I am here to support you author!! What ever you decide I'm here for it!

Maybe he's not meant to touch. It's the newest excuse he thought of in hopes that he could prolong the game a little more; a careful ruse to enjoy the bittersweet torture of seeing the days pass them by, while he pretends he doesn't seek azure blue whenever he's restless. At first, all he wanted to do was watch: but now the desire to touch, to have, to affect is at a point where he's not sure whether reaching for Sonic would truly be fruitless. He wonders that especially when Sonic's eyes light up upon seeing him. When he corners Shadow, when he invades his space and he touches and takes and then excuses it by calling it a fight. Shadow truly wonders then: if only he was brave enough to reach out, what would his grip find? Loose stars or a battle-worn body? Standing up, he glances at Sonic again, whose eyes have now met his own. There's something heavy in the eye contact, something Shadow doesn't dare name. Neither of them say anything, and yet Sonic's eyes move away from him again, like they did. Shadow warps away, hiding from the stars once more.

Child of Prophecy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 139,321 | Completed

On the night the Mobius Castle was ransacked, the Queen received a prophecy. “One of three will not cry; send him down the river, for you can only save your kingdom if he does not grow up royal.”

Coming Home by nottheweirdest

Words: 55,740 | Completed

Shadow's life has been full of mistakes, some worse than others, but admitting his unrequited feelings to Sonic tops the list. He's spent the better part of a decade ruminating on his regret and hiding from feelings he couldn't bear to face. He never thought he'd see Sonic again, and he told himself that was for the best. Until now. At the bequest of his former rival, and in an attempt to finally get closure, Shadow has returned to Central City. The reason? Sonic the Hedgehog is marrying Amy Rose. And Shadow is invited.

[kittenninja14]

Just some Wobbly Hearts Kai doodles bc i felt like it lolll

i shared this on discord but decided to share this on tumblr as well lol

Depressed/sad/traumatized Kai is now my drawing hyper-fixation, lolll

ANyways yall go check out @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off's  Wobbly Hearts AU!!! It's absolutely A-MEOW-ZINGGG!!!!

besides... there is a lot of Kai angst as well loll. But dw its all worth it... i think.... KNOX!!!! IS THE TRAUMA WORTH IT!??!?!?! U BETTER HAVE NOT MADE ME SUFFER FOR NO REASONN!!!!! KNOXXX--

*ahem*... anyways... i am trusting on the fact taht one of the tags in this fic is #Angst With a Happy Ending

this tag is the only thing that keeps me from breaking down... the small bit of light in this dark tunnel of angstttt LOLLLLL

but like fr... go and check out this AU its really great lol!!

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[nai-z4ro-0ne]

Mmm... Recently turned non-human character (I'm thinking like a ghost, a puppet, A ROBOT 👀) that is just convinced they don't need to eat anymore since their body is no longer human. It just makes sense. From time to time, they can still hear their belly rumbling, they daydream of food, but it's surely just a trick of their mind. They must be imagining it, they probably just miss food and are experiencing some kind of placebo effect because of that. So they keep going without having a bite. Eating is a human thing, and they're not human anymore.

It's only when another character (Someone of the same species, an expert their species, or simply a person that has heard the constant pleading of their neglected tummy) points out that they do need to eat that they realice it wasn't their imagination after all.

(This is B.oothill to me btw. Non canon compliant but in my heart the other person is A.rgenti)

[kairithemang0]

New fic!!

This one is decently long by my standards, hope it doesn't suck </3

[natalievoncatte]

Supercorp Big Bang Story: Embers by Natalie von Catte

With artwork by SWSuperlandartist

Lena realized, with mounting horror, that it wasn't Lex's portal watch; she'd had that in her pocket. That was-

Mercy's lackey flipped the cover open, and just as Lena blurted out a sharp "Don't," he pushed the button.

"You idiot," Lena choked out. "That's my signal watch."

"Signal watch?" said the Child of Liberty.

"Signal watch?" said Mercy. "Signal watch! You idiot," She rounded on the others. "We need to leave, now. Get Luthor and-"

Somewhere in the distance, there was a crash of shattering concrete and a series of harsh bursts of automatic gunfire. Mercy tensed, taking a step from the door as the sounds grew closer. Cracking concrete. Rending metal. Screaming.

"You have no idea what you've done," Lena choked out.

"What do you mean?"

"The Kryptonite in your chest," said Lena. "It's red."

[blognam333z]

Submas fate brothers AU

A very dumb idea, probably going to say sorry for my future-self. If it’s cringe. However, from the events of Pokémon legends Arceus, there’s many questions on why the god of Pokémon threw two people (Rei or Akari and Ingo) into the Hisui region. Wouldn’t that just make two mortals stuck in a paradox, their fate sealed to exist in the past, not their present lives?

Dialga is not having it, he and his brother Palkia were corrupted and later captured in the events of the Sinnoh region. Though it’s not much on paper, does this have to apply to every multiverse and timeline?

They’ve made a visit to their father about it, and in an unexpected turn in the conversation, they felt sympathy for the two mortals “trapped” in this fate. How this affects the lives they left behind and forgotten. Arceus was reluctant to comply without a word. Dialga left, leaving Palkia with Arceus. Palkia never sees what Dialga sees in the time stream, not that he doesn’t believe anything in what he said. Moreover, he can’t relate to the frustration of being bound by fate. Unexpectedly, Arceus responded, “For a change, we’ll intervene; you must not allow your brother to know. This will make a new tree, an alternative universe. We only have one chance to pull this through. I will give my blessing to the first mortal to be more fit to adapt to the harsh environment of the Hisui region, and you’ll guide the lone hero by disguising as a mortal traveler. Once your duty is done, you shall return him home.”

While for Dialga, he made an unexpected visit to the distortion realm. Of course, from the neglect, banishment of his sibling to a redemption to protect the universe rather than its destruction, this is overall remarkable. However, the reason Dialga visited is for something entirely different: Giratina never traveled outside his prison for millennia, and he offered to “help” with that. Dialga assumes his father / creator didn’t agree to change fate for the better since he chose to left early, nor does he trust Arceus for his authority over everything. Being given the job as the god of time is different from the viewpoints of what Arceus observed. He explained that with his ability, he can open a portal for the “next cycle” when the first chosen one is dropped. Dialga is aware he can’t bring Giratina as a whole; otherwise, it will gather too much attention, so he has a better plan. How about Giratina giving a mortal his blessing, a piece of himself while he stay mostly on duty in the distortion realm? This would in turn avoid breaking Giratina’s banishment as he’s technically not present. With that said, Ingo was originally the first mortal transported through time, and what better match to be his younger twin brother, Emmet, to be brought in? He’ll be given the goal of purifying these Pokémon, after all the corruption originated from Giratina’s energy from his past self, and to convince the village enough to not only co-exist with Pokémon but respect the world as it is and equally important as it’s never worth destroying it or play god.

For Ingo, he’ll follow along with the missions in the original game to capture and tame Pokémon, but with mystical powers protecting him and a mysterious companion. Unaware Emmet is here too, but spawn in a different location, for he will fix the Noble Pokémon and Alphas before his unsuspecting brother does. Helping him as he should and to prevent another passenger from being on this track, being sent off to their last stop. He could bring his brother a ride back home after a few weeks, not years! Better to not be veeeerrrry late on schedule. All abroad!

How chaos ensues for the twins possessing the blessings of gods unknowingly…

Bonus: Emmet finds himself enjoying these berries more than he anticipated from the lack of resources he has, or perhaps a piece of Giratina is partially influencing this euphoria, eating for the first time, though he, as a god, admitted he doesn’t need to. But the pleasure is satisfying and beneficial for both. Giratina started to see more of the light of the wonders of creation, instead of just fixing his past mistakes.

-Emmet and Ingo are the same age as in the events of Pokémon Black and White 2.

-This Emmet isn’t angst fanon; he’s more cannon, but he is saddened to hear the fate of his brother, though he is more surprised to be summoned by Sinnoh legendaries about the situation. He is more productive in executing the plan and is glad to help due to his logical thinking; he’s straight forward on the task. Though he can be a bit unnerving being a Pokémon battling enthusiast with Giratina powers.

-Emmet’s eyes can change to Giratina’s eyes, if he wants to, or if he is using Giratina’s powers to purify a Pokémon or protect himself. He doesn’t like the wings, as they would be cramped under his coat. Instead, he looks more like a hybrid of origin form Giratina. This form is for flight, by the way; he can return to looking human. Giratina is in his head, guiding him.

-Ingo is a similar case, though much more inexperienced in how to activate it. It mostly reacts by instinct to discomfort or danger. Whenever he touches a plate, much like Arceus equipping that item, it changes Arceus' typing. The visual change affects Ingo too, including his eye color and aura. He’ll look mostly human in his journey, as Arceus' blessing is just for Ingo to protect himself with. + prevent him from having amnesia from the fall.

-Why Palkia? Well, it would be better than a phone with the text message from God, “Capture all Pokémon." He would ironically work with the Pearl clan, though he was visibly confused by the misinterpretations these humans had of him and his brother as god god, or one is false and one is true. As much as he wants to say more accurately, the fact is that they are sons of the god of Pokémon, so he’ll have to play along. Somewhat filling in as the one stranger with “amnesia” due to his behavior of not knowing the basics of mortal life. Still, he’ll follow through with his creator’s plan.

-Emmet would have his Pokémon with him, while Ingo doesn’t and has to go to develop his team.

[velvetjune]

Rose: what’s a nice affirmation i can write for the hero that’s not ominous or foreboding in any way

Alex Casey lunchbox note: Remember, Alan is always watching :)

Rose: Perfect

[nikikikiko]

part of me is so so tempted to make like.

an afk arena fanfic thats short and sweet and like some stories about eugavus & their kids, mainly during the time where they are still looking for a new living space after the prison break

mainly bc i have two little ideas i wanna do ,,,,

[koszmarnybudyn]

Cw. Eye strain, body horror

As were dealing with Hermie angst in canon i decided to add some of my own angst to the wat, I just think he's neat. Also here's a statment i suppose: (i wrote it a while ago and no one beta'd it so it might slight nonsense)

H door creek/opening

S why are you here?

H to give my statment of course, that's what you do, take statments isn't it? And i do think mine will intrest you greatly.

S i swear to satan if you are wasting my time right now..

H i would never!

S i highly doubt that. >:[ now get to the point or get out,

H what point? This one or that one *points to appearing dots in the room*

S get out

H Oh so grumpy! A bit peckish are we?

My parents, they never got me, they were too normal, just average suburban people thru and thru, doctors, both of them, with competition wining roses and spotless dining tables because no one ate at them enough to make a mess. The kind to show of a child at a meeting and then pretend like they never existed when its more convenient. My life was full of staying at home when my parents had their little vacations, "youre old enough to stay alone for a bit arent you?" They said not taking anything but a yes for an answer, and even when they were home they expected silence. I was too wierd for them, i liked theatre and makeup, girly things in their minds. I always hated them i think, or at least that's the feeling i always asocciate with them now. I was alone, really a wonder i wasnt taken by it, but i wasn't, I actually had to seek it, to go in it willingly. It always facinated me, the freaky, the other, so it wasn't very hard to not more information on it, luring it was the challange. But i must say, as to not decive you (headache laught) i am no longer the child their birthed, the fruit of their loins, no no no, i am not herman the unworthy, no i am but a fragment, my face and body shifting, i have his hatred, i have his fear and to be fair lonelines, but i did not steal it, no i mearly took what was offered, took his part, you could say i am an understudy (more headache laugh)

Also no text and no color versions:

[pointycorgiears]

Summary: After an unfortunate visit with Shanks, Mihawk just wants to go home. But that just means he gets an unfortunate encounter with Garp instead. It may end up being to the benefit of him just yet.

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This was inspired by Garp and Mihawk's interaction in the live action show. The way they speak so easily with each other makes it seem like there's some history between them as vice admiral and warlord. I don't see much content with them, so I'm curious what everyone thinks about it, and those two with their dynamic in the show.