#goop babbles

[blastlight]

Ink can use any liquid as a portal to travel. He can also be summoned by calling his name while a nearby liquid is available for him to travel through.

Therefore, if you chant Ink's name three times in front of a bathroom mirror, the odds are that he will appear. (And probably break your pipes.)

[junonreactor]

i think these stitches gave me a canker sore near the back of my mouth

[corduroysockz]

My curry smells good i wish mutuals could smell my curry

[incognito-lionbeast]

watching The Untamed & as of finishing episode 09, I still think its wildest take so far is making Jiang Cheng crush on Wen Qing. truly bizarre...

[futurefind]

//hands everyone my opens tag

[illmoraineakoi]

This is how you know your fic has accidentally grown too big.

This isn't even everything. I need to go back through and reorganize (because I somehow fucked up my document format???) and rearrange.

I also need to fill in a bunch of info, including character details, backstory ideas, alternate paths, a potential headcanon/general idea section and more info about the sex stuff. The most important stuff.

The outline of part and 2 needs fleshed out; 1 because it was just the general concept I wrote down before my brain started to like it and started going into greater depth, and 2 because I needed to actually figure out what tf happens in that space of time. It spans like at minimum 15 years.

Also ignore page count, a bunch is collapsed. It's actually 60 pages long with everything expanded RIP

[disasterdandelion]

Hooked up to a IV labelled gender fluids to cure my hysteria

[cxlamarisalxmi]

Being Miguel’s legitimate daughter that he left behind and hosting Venom [FEM]

[Platonic Drabble]

c/w: cringe writing, angst

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[Unedited]

“How dare he?”

You ignored the symbiote raging in your head as you watched your father Miguel finish the battle with the Green Goblin variant. Binding him with glowing red organic webs and aligning him up and over his shoulder.

“How dare he return here?!”

“Venom,” you trailed exasperated. Obviously you weren’t happy at all to Miguel either but he hadn’t even seen you yet so what does it matter? Originally you and Venom had fully intended to take down Goblin and inform Peter B. Parker there was a variant in your dimension. (Don’t ask how you know him).

But then Miguel showed up instead, and honestly you should’ve expected that he would because he was the one who led the spider society. And he was among the first to know of any anomalies or unusual readings in any dimension.

And only Jessica and Lyla were a witness to the internal conflict inside him at the prospect of going to his daughter’s dimension. The daughter he abandoned in favor of a different one, a different daughter, a different universe… a different life.

He was absolutely certain that you hated him and you did, you held such bitterly angry and maliciously hateful feelings for him for such a long time. When you were young all you felt was confusion for his disappearance, but as you grew older and as time passed those feelings turned from rage at his betrayal… to utter heartbreak and despair at his departure.

For the longest time you’d believed that you’d done something wrong, because what had tog done that was so bad? What had you done that was so wrong? You didn’t mean to.. whatever it was you didn’t mean to.

Eventually you had come to learn that this was not a fault of yours, but of Miguel’s. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong, and you didn’t deserve this. Nobody did.

So you grew in the suffocatingly isolating darkness that was hate and grief. And as time passed you built walls thick and tall surrounding yourself, barbed defenses to protect your broken and vulnerable pieces. Behind those steeled doors you also tucked away the last part of your inner child, to keep her safe and protected.. from ever feeling this abandonment again.

When you were fourteen you’d found Venom, and at the time you had been living on the streets for close to two years. At fourteen is when you had very nearly quit on life, being alive was pain.. constant hurt that was very close to swallowing you whole.

Venom had stopped you, not because they had talked you out of it but more so because you were intrigued by the way they had glided across the ground. Even more so interested by the way the deep onyx goop slid up your hand before sinking into your body.

And you’ve been together ever since, the constant babble of the alien grated your nerves slightly but other than that you’d grown to love having them attached to you. And you wouldn’t change it for anything—

“[Y/Name]?”

You froze, previously having turned away from the scene of Miguel opening a glowing golden portal on the street below your perch to make a swift exit. But his voice had stopped you, and you’re not sure why you had even bothered to halt in your tracks.

“Wonderful,” you spat with toxin, “you remember my name.”

Miguel shouldn’t have been taken aback by your response, and he shouldn’t have been thrown off by your bite. He didn’t deserve to feel confused as to why you had responded to him so aggressively— because he knew why you had.

“Of course I do, I gave it to you.”

“Right,” you replied boredly before you were moving forward intent to leave the conversation there.

“[Y/Name]!” He called, and again you shouldn’t have given him even a second of your time but your broken and guarded heart longing for answers seemed to work your feet for you.

“[Y/Name], keep moving. Or I will. He does not deserve your time. He does not deserve you.”

“Did you ever wonder if I had even survived after you left? Did it ever cross your mind even once if I was still alive?”

“I checked on you regularly.”

“I see, the technology to travel through the multiverse also grants you the ability to peer into the lives of people you have ruined.”

You still hadn’t turned around, refusing to give him any sort of indication that you had actually cared about whatever it was he had to say.

“Look, I-I know that I’ve screwed up. I know that I hurt you—”

“Hurt me?” You chuckled humorlessly, a hitch of pain in your throat and fire on your tongue. “Hurt. Me? You may have before.. but you’ll never hurt me again.”

Venom had come through on the last word, enunciating the end of the sentence with a snarl. Ferocious and purely built from the pure emotional pain they could feel coming from their host.

Miguel subtly flinched at the deep growl in your tone, not enough for you to see but enough of a twitch that your heightened senses had picked up on it.

And you chose that moment to make your escape, stepping forward and utilizing Venom to vanish within the pitch black abyss of the shadows. The added darkness provided by the night sky and waning pale moonlight casting deeper shadows aiding Venom in helping you disappear entirely.

“[Y/Name] wait!—” Miguel reached out expecting to touch flesh but was met with nothing.

He stepped back, looked left then right then both directions once more before he exhaled tiredly and leapt back down to the road below. He lifted the Goblin and threw him in before jumping in himself, the portal closing behind him leaving the desolate street in utter darkness once again.

You had watched, this time from the gargoyle statue attached to the side of the roof’s lip on the building above. Venom formed off your shoulder, their head with white eyes and a mouthful of razor sharp teeth complimented well by the black ink of their exterior. And their head stretched off your shoulder by several tendons and tendrils still attached to your body.

You met his blank, milky white stare as he spoke.

“He will return. Whether he wishes to talk or— something more.. what will you do?”

“I made my feelings clear, if he returns. If I see him in my universe again. We. Kill. him.”

You watched as Venom’s grin grew exponentially at your sinister promise. The ominous threat on Miguel’s life exciting him after all the years of trauma and pain he had inflicted upon their host Venom wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in and never let go.

And if granted the opportunity he would seize it with little to zero hesitation.

Every Spider-Man needs a nemesis, no emotionally richer story than having that nemesis be your own daughter.

“You are sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’ve grown cold. Sinister.”

“I am what he made me.”

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a/n: I’m a little stoned and had this abrupt idea— 🫢 this is weak and maybe a lil’ cringe.. I know that, I’ll make it legit when I’m not baked 😐👍🏽

[babycapitalist]

hello my new moot babycapitalist!! lovely to meet you :)

anyway. scrolling through ur blog and I think I need taking sub!charlie’s virginity hc’s. for scientific reasons. the people (me) need to know.

with love,

🐦‍⬛anon

SUB!CHARLIE ENJOYERS COME GET YALL JUICE

he's such a whiney baby.

would literally be worshipping you and be so desperate to be inside you

the type to beg for sure

you'd probably lead the whole thing (duh)

kissing kissing kissing lots of kissing !!

you'd leave hickeys all over charlie and he'd be all flustered

when you FINALLY get to doing the deed, charlie would moan and whimper like a WHORE

im talking your neighbours could hear him

you calling charlie a petname all the time

"babyboy" "prince" "sweet boy" hsjdjd

jerking him off and he's whimpering A LOT.

he'd have puppy dog eyes the entire time !!

"can i cum inside you?" 🫡

NOWWW me personally i'd let him cum i dont wanna make the poor boy suffer BUT

reader edging charlie and enjoying every single second of it 😵‍💫

charlie's actual goop at this point, can't even form sentences so all he does is babble

he would also eat you out like its his last meal 🙏🏼

making him cum by giving him oral !!

kitten licks on his tip the whole time and he'd be begging you to let him cum

eventually you do let him cum and aftercare with charles is the best

body massages and ice cream, maybe showering together if he was a good boy!

[sparkletastic-cookiedough]

Percy Jackson vs. Potions Class

Severus Snape met Percy Jackson for the first time, and immediately decided the boy was nothing but trouble.

It was the way he held himself- a relaxed confidence, a bit of a smirk on his lips, the way he swooned after a certain girl- it was all too reminiscent of a certain Griffindoor from back in Severus’s school days.

Severus sneered at the boy. Percy merely raised an eyebrow.

The blond next to him, Annabeth Chase, held Percy’s hand and squeezed it gently. Percy broke eye contact with Severus, and instead stared lovingly at his girlfriend.

That wouldn’t do.

“Chase, Jackson, separate,” Severus commanded.

Percy turned towards the professor, opening his mouth to retort. Severus beat him to it.

“I won’t have you coasting along on someone else’s skills, Jackson. If you’re going to pass, you’ll have to do it on your own merits, and not let your partner succeed for you.”

Percy’s face transformed into a bit of a glare, but he complied. Even Annabeth was now glaring at him a bit. Severus could handle that, the girl would be better off without that disrespectful brat in her life.

Percy moved his supplies to another empty desk in the room. The rest of the partners were already taken, so the boy would be working alone. It was a good thing, Severus thought; this way the Jackson brat wouldn’t be dragging anyone else down with his inevitable failure.

“Today, you will be brewing the Babbling Beverage. Follow the instructions carefully, as foolish errors will not be tolerated in this class. The supplies closet is open for you to use, but if anyone wastes my ingredients, you will have detention with me every night for at least a week.”

Some of his students shuddered at the threat, perhaps remembering their own unpleasant detentions. Some of them simply read the instructions, used to Severus’s dramatics. Annabeth nodded, as though she agreed it was a reasonable punishment. Percy rolled his eyes.

The students read through the instructions. Some copied the ingredients list onto paper, some simply lined up for the closet. Percy was one of the latter. Annabeth stared at the chalkboard for a little while, before lining up with the rest of the students.

Within a few minutes, the students had grabbed their ingredients and started on the brewing process.

Severus watched the students work, writing their critiques down on a sheet of paper. Several of the students needed comments written down, “chop finer, more evenly” or “better temperature control is needed.” His eyes roamed to Annabeth, who watched the rest of the students carefully, before copying their movements. However, she had very good control with a knife. Still, she would need to learn to complete the tasks independently. He marked her down a few points for mimicking the other students instead of doing things herself.

Then, Severus looked at Percy Jackson, who was dousing frog eyes in some silvery water. It was clear the boy wasn’t following any instructions at all. He glided over to the boy.

“Jackson, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Making that babbling beverage, like you said to.” Percy explained, now smashing the frog eyes into a thick goop.

“And where in the instructions does it call for tree frog tongues?” Severus asked.

“I can’t read your loopy handwriting, so I’m just improvising. Annabeth and I read the textbook before class, so I get the jist of what the potion is supposed to do.”

Severus stared. “Never in all my years of teaching have I seen a student with such blatant disregard for the instructions.” It wasn’t exactly true, the Weasley twins always liked to cause explosions in class, but that was different.

Percy shrugged. “I mean, it’s like cooking, yeah? You use the instructions to get the basics, but you can make changes if you need to or think it would be better. Some people like shrimp, some people like chicken, and whatnot.”

“It is not like that” Severus hissed furiously. “And none of your ingredients are on the list.”

“Oh.” Percy said, a bit surprised. Clearly, he hadn’t read the instructions at all. “So I’m creating the tofurky of potions, huh?”

“I have no idea what drabble you’re referring to, but you’re not supposed to rush around creating wild experiments in my class. Potions is a delicate art, and you treating it with such disregard could get yourself killed, do you understand?”

Percy met Severus’s stare without fear. “Yeah, man, whatever you say.”

“Detention.”

Percy had the gall to look shocked. “For what?”

“Your blatant disrespect. Be glad I’m going easy on you, since you have to unlearn your backwards American ways of doing things.”

Percy simply glared, but held his tongue. Disappointing, as Severus would have liked to give him additional punishments. Well, he could always push a bit further.

“And your… method. How exactly are you deciding what steps to use?”

Percy worked quickly. He chopped the frog tongue into thick slices, and placed them into his mixture. He was quite good with a knife. Not as skilled as Annabeth, but more so than the average student. It was a shame that such skills belonged to an idiot.

As Percy stirred the mixture, he finally spoke. “Vibes.”

“Vibes?” Severus repeated.

“Yeah, vibes. Just kinda following what feels right, letting your heart guide you and all that.”

Severus sighed. “And you assume your… vibes… would be able to guide you to a successful potion?”

“I’d say I’m doing well so far.” Percy set the mixture into a distillation chamber, heating it. A silvery mist began to rise from the mixture. “Does the potion have to be a liquid, cause I think I could make some interesting gummies…”

“It’s a beverage, Jackson”

“Right, yeah, no fun allowed.” Percy said the last part under his breath. Severus pretended not to hear.

Severus had an idea, a wonderfully terrible idea, and tried to not smile in front of the students.

“If you’re so confident about your potion making skills, Jackson, then perhaps you’re willing to sample your potion at the end of class.” Severus spoke loud enough that the entire class could hear his offer. “If it has the intended effects, I’d be willing to give you full credit, and you won’t face any sort of punishment for your unusual method. If not, you’ll suffer the effects of your own concoction- so long as it isn’t certain death- until they naturally wear off or I decide to have mercy and cure you myself. You’ll have detention as well, testing a few experimental potions, since you love experimenting so much.”

The students gasped in shock and horror. One of the earliest lessons in potion crafting how drinking an incorrectly brewed potion could go very wrong. Images from their textbooks depicted people so covered in lumps they could barely move, or with their skin erupted into putrid sores, or with thick slime erupting from their mouths. It was a horrible punishment to even offer. A few students had nightmares from those images.

“Alternatively,” said Severus in a smooth voice, “you could attend remedial lessons on potion making and have detention every night for the rest of the year. I’m sure Filtch would love someone to scrub toilets.”

Percy thought it over. “I’d rather not be babbling forever, though.”

Severus stared at him. “The potion is supposed to wear off within twenty minutes to twelve hours, depending on the quality of the brewing.”

Percy looked shocked. “Shoot, I’ll need to adjust my potion then.” He started to head towards the supply closet.

“Do we have a deal, mister Jackson?”

Percy frowned. “I’m not going to just take your word for it. Swear it to me, an oath, that you’ll keep your end of the bargain.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “I’ll draft up a magical contract. Neither of us will be able to escape the terms.”

Percy nodded, and grabbed more ingredients from the cabinet- a moonstone, ocean water, and wheat seeds. He had asked Severus for blue food coloring, of all things, only to be disappointed when the potions cabinet didn’t have it. By the time Percy had crushed some of the moonstone into a fine powder, Severus had written out a contract. It was merciful on Severus’s behalf. He could shorten the detention times, or stop them all together. Perhaps if Percy begged for mercy, he’d lessen the detentions. Maybe.

Percy looked down at the contract, squinting. “I still can’t read your loopy handwriting.” Severus sighed, muttered “illiterate fool”, swore he was reading the document in its entirety word for word, and read it to Percy as he worked.

Percy smiled, with a cocky grin, and proceeded to sign the document.

Severus would take great satisfaction in seeing that grin wiped off his face.

//-\\-//-\\

By the end of class, most of the students had the glowing orange potion prepared. Some were off in texture- one had chunks mixed in with the thin liquid, another was somehow sticky and slimy. Many students had too dim a glow, something caused by not cutting the ingredients into even chunks. Annabeth’s was abnormally bright, but a few shades too red.

Meanwhile Percy had brewed a potion that looked nothing like the Babbling Beverage. It was thick like pancake batter, and cobalt blue. He displayed it proudly, as Snape dragged him to the front of the class.

“Drink.” The potions professor commanded.

Percy proceeded to pour the liquid down his throat. Severus cast a poison detection charm on him, just in case the foolish child started dying. Percy seemed like the type to inconvenience people like that.

Percy’s eyes glazed over briefly. The students watched in anticipation of something horrible, too invested in the tragedy to look away. Percy stared at Snape, asking a question. The words came out in garbled nonsense, too random to be part of any language.

Which was the intended effect. Somehow Percy Jackson had brewed a completely different potion with the exact same effects, using no instructions whatsoever.

It should have been impossible.

Percy waited for a response. “It appears that your potion has worked, Jackson. Should there be no ill effects, you will be exempt from any punishment. If you do notice any symptoms, any at all, you are required by contract to report them to me. For everyone else, you will receive grades next class. Read chapter twelve before Monday. Class dismissed.”

Percy beamed, and walked to his girlfriend. She proceeded to lecture him on recklessness, which he tried to argue back in his nonsensical speech. Hand in hand, they walked out the door.

Alone in his classroom, Severus walked over to the supply closet. If the rest of the evening, he attempted to replicate Percy’s unique potion, no one had to know.

[asexualsoup]

Ruby 7 spoilers below the cut!!!

(seriously, it's about the newest episode, don't read until you've listened to it, I don't want to be responsible for you getting spoiled but I have to talk about it 😭😭😭😭)

Imagine being the Ruby. Getting lost from your home planet. Traveling thousands and thousands of miles through space on a bit of rock, scared and alone. Just a scared little goop. A little squish.

You land on a planet run by these weird creatures that talk with their horrible meat and bone mouths and have weird technology and societies and you just want to help and be understood and they just think you're really scary.

Over who knows how long, you learn to blend in. You adopt the shape of one of their strange vehicles. But still, you do things no other vehicle can do. People steal you from your homes. People take you to strange places. They make you do dangerous things. You get hurt. You get caught and experimented on.

You spend so long here with people who can't speak your own language that you begin to forget who and what you are. You still have fun, and you get taken on adventures with a human that makes you feel alive again. But every day you watch him killing himself slowly, chasing a high that can never make him happy. You feel love but there's no way he'd ever understand how you feel or what you think of him.

Or that you want him to stop.

And, in a moment of need, your best friend in this terrible strange world sells you to a man that keeps you for years in his dark and dusty garage....

You get stolen again. More adventures. You're used to it. It's fun but you've done it all before.

And then... finally....... You meet someone who can understand you.

He's a human still. But there's something special in him that can speak your language. You start talking to him all the time. You can't stop. You're babbling. You sound crazy. The other humans around you think you're acting strange but really, you're just beginning to act like yourself for the first time in millennia because this is the first time you can.

You spend months around him. Years. You become his family. You love him. You root for his successes and mourn his failures.

And, at the end of all of it, when he's finally home safe again.......

You realize that's what you want too.

Home.

No more being stolen and controlled by others who don't or refuse to understand you. No more living in someone else's home. No more pretending to be something you aren't just to survive.

It's a long trek. Hundreds of thousands of years.

But you have to do it. Talking to someone in your own language for the first time in so, so long reminded you what it was like to be home. Truly home. He can't do it anymore.

You love him. You love your family.

And you will remember them all always.

Farewell, Ruby.

You will be missed 💚

[luxury-nightmare]

mom says it’s my turn in the writing

The first time it had happened, they had gotten lucky.

Alex was exhausted from a long day of work at the asylum, voice sore, legs even more so, and they were ready to just throw on a shitty horror movie and turn off their brain for a while. 

It had been a minute since they had went shopping, so they didn’t have much in the pantry. They pulled out their bread, they only had one of the good pieces of bread, so they had to make do with the weird end pieces. They threw some jam and peanut butter (not even the good kind of peanut butter, the cheap kind), and cut the sandwich diagonally. 

They were about to take a bite when they heard a rustling outside. They rolled their eyes, some wildlife was probably digging through their trash. They grabbed a broom and marched outside. 

The autumn air hit their face, leaves coating their yard in oranges and reds. They moved towards the sound, broom in hand and extremely annoyed, but something felt, off. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it. The colors were too vibrate, every sound was muffled in some way, and every hair on their body stood straight up. 

The symptoms snapped into place, and they finally put their finger on what felt off. 

Illusions.

Veldigun illusions.

They snapped around, and were met with a flash of orange stripes and yellow eyes

Do not trust anyone you see wearing this costume 

In a flash, everything went back to normal, and the wind came rushing back in, but Alex was already running. They sprinted away, into the house, through the kitchen, up the stairs and into the bedroom, locking their door behind them. 

They were dead, they were so dead. They’d be absorbed by that thing and left a babbling husk. Their breath quickened as they waited for a black claw to burst through the door and devour them whole.

But nothing happened.

Breathless seconds passed into moments, then minutes, and as the minutes ticked on, Alex grew more confused. 

Then, they decided to to bite the bullet, and made a decision that would probably get them killed. 

They grabbed the broom and opened the door. 

Nobody was there. 

The cautiously crept down the stairs, broom in hand, waiting for an ambush, but nothing happened. They turned the corner into the kitchen, but again, no velidgun. The Eastridge Demon had vanished without its prey. 

Alex scanned the kitchen, certain they missed something important, but nothing. 

The only thing missing was their sandwich. Why in hell the Smiling Snatcher would decide a sandwich was an acceptable trade when they were certain they were It’s dinner, they would never know. 

As they turned in caution, not entirely certain the danger was gone, a shock of ink-black goop stained their walls. Alex’s heart leaped into their throat, only to see they crudely spelled out words. 

“Thanks for the sandwich” it said.

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The first time it had happened, it had gotten lazy.

It had been stalking asylum employees since its little snack on Halloween. It had figured out pretty quickly Winfrey had been taken after it woke up from hibernation, and needless to say it was pissed. The asylum was the closest thing it had to a lead. They seemed to know a lot about velidgun, and they had taken that police officer it had attacked.

The human it was hunting worked at the asylum, unimportant enough to be unnoticed by the higher ups when they went missing, curious enough to maybe have some info on where Winfrey is. Clyde had done it homework. The perfect mark.

Despite how one little voice protested against it.

Lewis was apparently the human’s brother, and their connection to him was the reason why the Human had their job at the asylum in the first place. They needed to be kept quiet in Lankmann’s eyes, but had enough information to be an asset.

Lewis would not be quiet once Clyde had settled on its target, screaming and screaming no matter how deep Clyde tried to bury him.

(Never for long. It would never bury a friend for long)

It reassured Lewis that he would be seeing his sibling very soon.

It had stalked its prey for days, then finally made its move. It confused them with illusions first, they always tasted better when they’re scared, but somehow the human saw through its little trick and started running. Clyde was fine with that, it loved a good game of hide and seek.

It ran into the house, chasing after its prey. But as soon as it stepped into the house, Lewis’s memories hit it like a fright train

Helping with homework

Braiding Alex’s hair

Finally learning what happened to their parents

Memory after memory hit the veldigun and it was to much to much make it Stop!

Clyde stumbled back. Fine. Fine. Fine. If Lewis would shut up, it wouldn’t absorb the human, they would go hungry for the night. Six itself it couldn’t understand humans sometimes.

Why Lewis would want to stay separate from his sibling, it could not understand.

Its stomach growled as it moved for the exit in defeat, before something caught its eye. A sandwich, just left unattended on the table. Huh. It could just take that, kill two birds with one stone as humans say.

It snatched the sandwich off the table and took a bite. The peanut butter stuck to the roof of its mouth. It took another bite. Honestly it wasn’t half bad.

Before it left it thanked Alex for the sandwich, as they always taught Lewis to.

It could always come back for the human later.

They got to live for now.

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The second time it had happened, it had been an act of kindness.

It had been almost a week since their first run in with the Eastridge demon, and they were still stunned and confused about what happened. They were not certain whether what happened that day was an act of kindness or part of a twisted game, but Alex was grateful for their life.

So when they saw that familiar orange striped costume stalking outside their window, they were sure whatever time they borrowed was up.

They took another peak out the window, their heart pounding in their ears, but the velidgun just seemed to be curled up, not hunting. Why was it out in the open? It looked so….

Sad.

Alex made another stupid decision. They didn’t know why they felt so sorry for the thing that had killed their brother or absorb his mind or soul or whatever, but something possessed them that couldn’t be ignored as they left that second sandwich outside their door.

And the black claw marks spelling out “thank you” the next day next to an empty plate told them they were right.

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The second time it had happened, it had been an act of mercy

They had been practically starving for nearly a week now, any human that could be prey wasn’t out long enough for Clyde to succeed. Was this the asylum’s game plan, starve it out until it was weak enough to be dragged into whatever box they locked up its partner in?

It loathed to admit it was working.

It had somehow ended up outside of that human’s house again. This was it’s karma for letting them live, it should’ve absorbed them when it got the chance. It somehow made its way to their front door, only to find a second sandwich out on the step.

It was a different sandwich from last time, but Clyde couldn’t remember what it tasted like as it scarfed it down. It’s hunger somewhat satiated, it was left to ponder why in Six’s name the human would be stupid enough to take that chance.

But as it scratched out a message to said human, it couldn’t help but think it was glad they did.

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The third time, it had been a surprise 

Alex wasn’t certain when leaving sandwiches out for the Eastridge demon had become a regular thing, but it kept them off the menu, so they kept at it, even if it was a bit of a hit to their wallet. It didn’t matter, the asylum payed well enough anyway.

For a veldigun, the Smiling Snatcher was very polite, leaving little thank you messages after every snack. Alex wasn’t sure where it had learned this from, but they were grateful nonetheless.

This little song and dance continued for a couple weeks

That was until said demon showed up at their house

Alex stumbled back in fright as it saw the silhouette perched on their window, the broken glass around the floor told them it had been shattered while they were at work. Yellow eyes glared down at them hungrily, and Alex knew their time was up.

“Sandwich”

Alex blinked a couple times in confusion

“Sandwich human,” it paused “please”. It’s voice was overlapping and slightly distorted, like six different people were trying to talk through some kind of broken speaker.

Alex was utterly confused. But for some reason, they turned around and went to do it.

“What kind?”

“Peanut butter and jelly”

Alex had finished making the sandwich. They turned around and handed it to the velidgun, careful not to make any skin contact least their bones fuse with their flesh. The Veldigun took the sandwich and took a bite, chewing contently.

“Why are you here?” Alex asked in a shaking voice

“I wanted a sandwich” the Eastridge demon responded bluntly. “Yes but, why?” Alex asked again “and why are you not, y’know” they gestured in between themself and the creature across from them.

The velidgun paused, and Alex heart stopped. Oh god they had fucked up, they had gone too far.

“You were nice to me, you gave me sandwiches” the Velidgun responded, before continuing with said sandwich.

Alex was still left utterly confused, but fine. It could be worse. They would figure this out from here.

“Hey uh, do you have a name?” Alex asked the demon

”Clyde” it responded.

“Mines Alex” they replied

Maybe this could be alright

. . .

Dear god the asylum would hunt them down for this

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The third time, it had become a habit.

It had become far too comfortable with the human’s little handout, snacking on them whenever it couldn’t find a proper meal. The human had helped them out for a while, so it felt it was time to introduce itself.

Honestly, humans stuff was so easy to break, just a bit of elbow grease and it was in. The human looked so scared, it was almost amusing.

A bit of a conversation later, and the demon was at the human’s dinner table, sandwich in hand. “Why are you here?” The human asked. Clyde could feel the fear in their voice.

“I wanted a sandwich” it replied. “Yes but, why?” the human asked again “and why are you not, y’know” they gestured in between themself and it.

Clyde paused. Why was it letting this human live? Sure, Lewis would protest, but he’d get over it eventually. Maybe it was because Alex had to know something about Winfrey, they reeked of the asylum, and that place had “Winfrey is locked up here!” written all over it, but whatever they knew Clyde could just take by force.

Maybe it was because it saw a bit of itself in Alex, they both had lost someone important to them, and the other had something to do with it. Maybe Clyde was just desperate for a bit of kindness after-

“You were nice to me, you gave me sandwiches” that could work for now.

The human fiddled around a bit, looking slightly uncomfortable, but their expression eventually settled to a more relaxed one.

“Hey uh, do you have a name?” the human asked Clyde

”Clyde” it responded.

“Mines Alex” they replied

Maybe the sandwich human could stick around for a bit. . . .

Six it sounded like Simon

[junonreactor]

new yi sang identity

[saveugoodmadam]

lmao this has less than a day to be relevant and sorry for publishing it so late but @dedhumn here is a oneshot based off your desire for the reveal to be with red-eyed hyde!!!

Henry Jekyll was in agony.

His heart hurt in his chest- though whether it came from the waver in Robert's voice or the all-too-familiar smashing in his muscles he didn't know.

“Don't come in, Robert. Please,” he implored as that awful green goop bubbled up through his body and leaked from his face. Hyde was a constant movement, flitting from vial to vial as he babbled, high-pitched, panicked and incessant. In fact, Henry realised somewhat triumphantly, the only words Hyde hadn't yet uttered were ‘this is all your fault’.

He knew it was, though. Hyde passed through the reflection of another vial, its blue glass a reminder of less dire times. A dangerous glint entered his eyes as he reached a trembling, goo-coated hand for its neck.

“You idiot,” Robert Lanyon hissed through the door, pushing down his tears like the good little high society boy he had been trained to be. “Are you really shutting me out again? After everything we've been through?”

He was used to friends ditching him as they grew older. It was a fact of wealthy life he had been forced to become used to. Once they were too rich, or he was too queer or not pale enough for their tastes, he had always been cast aside. But Henry wasn't like them. From the first meeting, he had been kind and gentle and no, it hadn't always been perfect but it had just started getting good again and last night had been so good and suddenly words he'd tried so hard to swallow were spilling from his lips.

“Don't you know how much I-”

Just as soon as they had started to be said, they were cut off by a muffled yelp of pain.

As the transformation came over him, that familiar all-consuming pain, Henry tried his hard to muffle the wracking sobs and piercing shrieks he usually emitted. He and Hyde’s spirits swirled around like water and oil in a stirred beaker; infinitely close but distinctly separate. Their voices groaned as one as their body grew shorter and their hair longer. They were both vaguely aware of the door slamming open and a sharp gasp in a familiar voice, then the whirling feeling settled and Henry was left in charge of a body that was not his own.

Blinking his eyes open again, his eyes settled on the form of Robert Lanyon.

“Fuck. Not you,” he groaned in his best approximation of Hyde's demeanour. His heart thumped anxiously in his chest. The jig was up, after all of those years hiding it all. He could feel the sommeil de la mort swirling through his cardiovascular system and prayed it would set in before too many questions could be asked.

“Henry?” Robert gasped.

Robert could have sworn it was Hyde in front of him. Same hair, same height, same voice, same everything. Everything except the eyes. He had met Hyde before, and one of the man's most striking features were his eyes, those strange, glowing emeralds. Certainly not the deep, soft garnets staring up at him in a way that begged for mercy and affection like a stray puppy. Those eyes were deeply familiar to him, ones he had seen in every colour of light; from the soft glow of the golden hour to the sordid glimmer of a candle.

He knelt beside the smaller man and awkwardly patted him on the back, before some strange force in his chest puppeteered his arms to wrap around him and pull them close together.

“Why didn't you tell me, Henry, you numpty?” he asked softly.

“I- I'm not Henry! I'm Hyde! Henry's boring and… and likes paperwork and I like jumping off stuff!” the man in his arms declared in a poor pantomime of Hyde, his blinking somewhat sluggish.

“Henry, I can tell it's you. I'm not stupid.”

“But I look like Hyde. How could you say I'm Jekyll?”

Robert sighed, moving his head so his lips hovered just above Henry's. He could feel the erratic heartbeat just below his own chest, attributing it to simply nerves and the heat of the moment.

“Do you think I don't know you do well- don't love you so much- that I couldn't pick your eyes out from a sea of faces?” he murmured as their lips locked together. He could have stayed there forever, if Henry hadn't pulled back with a retch and a wheezing groan.

“What is it?” he asked, beginning to panic as he felt the arms wrapped around him grow heavier and watched as it got harder for those gorgeous ruby eyes to stay open. “Henry, please, we've kept secrets for too long. Just, for once, tell me something.”

“Robert, I- I love you. And I'm so so, so sorry,” Henry mumbled, his words slurring as he leaned his head into Robert's chest and shut his eyes.

“Why are you sorry, Henry? Henry, talk to me! Why are you sorry?” Robert begged, his breathing ragged as he pressed a hand against his oldest friend and greatest love’s still chest. There was no heartbeat.

Lanyon opened his lips and let a shriek tear from his throat.

[xhanisai]

loving your cat too much will expose your heroic identity to it

AO3

Pairing - Ladynoir + Marichat

Prompt - 'Possessive'

Summary -

Chat Noir at first didn't know what to make of the sudden increase of affection he's been receiving from both his Lady and his Princesse at all whatsoever. He first thought that maybe they were just feeling a little bit sweet and generous and that he ended up in the right place at the right time.

HOWEVER.

That thought process was always thrown into la Seine when he noted the strange pout both girls would wear, as if whatever was going through their pretty little heads was bothering them and then proceeding to attack him with all the cuddles and pets he could ever dream of.

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 Chat Noir at first didn't know what to make of the sudden increase of affection he's been receiving from both his Lady and his Princesse at all whatsoever. He first thought that maybe they were just feeling a little bit sweet and generous and that he ended up in the right place at the right time. Their strong but mindful fingers combing through his fluffy hair with the endeared giggle of his nickname. Their arms naturally hooking themselves with his whenever they walked, talking about anything and everything. And even their lips always finding a reason to kiss the tip of his nose whenever he said or did something that they found ‘cute’. 

 HOWEVER. That thought process was always thrown into la Seine when he noted the strange pout both girls would wear, as if whatever was going through their pretty little heads was bothering them and then proceeding to attack him with all the cuddles and pets he could ever dream of.

 (“Chato-ooooooooooooooooooooooon~! Minou, minou, minou, minou~!”) It was as if it was their very mission to turn him into a purring puddle of goop in their arms until he has barely enough energy to nuzzle into their skins with his face as per his namesake. He really had no idea what to make of these gradual (but certainly not unwanted) developments and it was driving him practically insane. And of course, he certainly cannot chalk it up to his favourite girls being possessive over him because they're both eyeing different apples, much to his absolute dismay. (“Damn you, Buttercup. Damn you, Monsieur. Other boy. Hmmph!”)

 Or so he thought. It was when he was almost asleep when he heard a victorious whisper from Marinette, his frame like a blanket over her tiny body on her bed and one of his feline ears perked up cartoonishly, eavesdropping on her conversation. "Hehe~ good Chaton, good Chaton. Mon mignon, petit Chaton. I'm the only Lady for you. You're all mine~ Mine! Isn't he so cute, Tikki? Hnnn~?"

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Ohohohoho~?

'Yes, my Lady, ma princesse, ma Marinette~ I'm all yours~!' Chat Noir would have loved to have babbled out his adoring thoughts out loud and maybe pepper her cute face with well-deserving kisses but just for now and for now only, he pretended to carry on sleeping. Maybe he should tease her about it afterwards and get her to blush just for him the next time she drags him to her room or a rooftop.

 He couldn’t wait!

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[mouthfullofmunson]

Eddie is definitely the kind of guy who talks to himself 24/7

And if you don’t… you scare me

He just needs to get all of his thoughts out and needs to be talked through everything, even if it’s his own voice doing the talking

He’s in the shower, “next up, body goop” He hums while grabbing the bottle of Irish spring and squirting the so called “body goop” onto his loofah and humming “washing my body” over and over again until he’s finished, then he starts up with another song called “rinsing off the body goop” which- you guessed it, is him humming “rinsing off the body goop” over and over again until he’s finished and drying himself off- which leads him into a whole other song

When is the album coming out???

Eddie always thought he was weird for this, because his inner monologue is anything but inner

Any thought and every though just spills out of his mouth because he can’t help but say it (most of the time)

That leads to Wayne constantly asking “who are you talking to back there, kid?”

And Eddie has to shamefully admit that he’s just talking to himself even though it was a full conversation about him cleaning his sneakers or not

His friends didn’t mind, they knew how Eddie was and just ignored him mindless babble while he gets ready for d&d or sets up for a movie night

And even thought he knows his friends who love him he can’t help but get embarrassed when he suddenly becomes all to mindful of what he is doing and realizes he just talked through his every move

And sometimes he repeats himself but doesn’t realize he’s doing it so he’s waiting to order at some random fast food place with Dustin and he keeps saying “what do you want? Want do you want? What do you want?” Not noticing he was half whispering it over and over

And Dustin is like “be patient I don’t know yet 😒”

That was until he met Y/n

Who he met by almost yelling “are you talking to me?”

To which she rolled her lips into her mouth and admitted “No, I’m just trying to organize my binder for history by the unit so I was talking to myself”

Eddie was a little shocked because he didn’t know if most people genuinely didn’t talk to themselves or maybe they did and just didn’t admit it because most people think you should be in a straight jacket if you do

“Well I can talk back if you want to hear a different voice”

She laughs and scoots out the chair next to him so Eddie can sit next to him

“I wouldn’t mind it”

Okay this is kinda stupid but it feels very Eddie to me

Those are all my thoughts

Let me know if you have any

:)