#i wish i knew how to color i wish i could make cool full color comics...all ass....

[kid-sid]

Winnie the heretic exorcist

[taybatwo2]

Spelldon Monster High Custom

Once I saw that G3 Deuce had green skin, I knew I had to try my hand at making Spelldon Cauldronello. I re-haired him and flocked the sides of his head with yarn to imitate dreads. I sewed him a jacket, shirt, joggers, and socks. I made his little potions (out of beads), earrings (also out of beads), necklaces, gloves, pointed ears (I wish I could have gotten them smoother, but they were so delicate that I could not sand them without them breaking), shoes (out of paperboard and papier-mâché), and repainted his face (my first full face repaint and daaang was that difficult to try and make his eyes and eyebrows look related to one another).

He’s not perfect, but he was super fun to pose and creating him was a HUGE learning experience (like to start sealing all of my thread knots with fabric glue).

You’re more than welcome to draw fanart/make your own based on mine, just tag me- I’d love to see them. Feel free to comment what you like/dislike think I should improve on. :)

Edit: thank you for all the sweet comments in the reblogs guys. You’re all making my day. :)

More under the cut

Close ups of his left side (I like how this ear turned out the best).

And his right side. I couldn’t get this side smoothed out to save my life, haha. Hopefully his earrings distract enough from it. Keeping beads from old bracelets come in handy! These were just the right size for him. I repainted the lower earring in black, with a stripe of purple, and added silver Ancient Greek designs on either side.

One more close up of his left ear and earring (I added a purple pentagram in the center of the silver Greek designs and the color shift sparkle paint around the rim). His upper earring is the same as his right lower earring, but has an orange stripe.

His face-up took awhile, but it is very rewarding to finally give him a face. I tried to make it look like the factory g1 monster high face up and took a lot of inspiration from his older sister Casta’s pupils. I gave him darker purple eyes, with the yellow/gold zig-zags. I gave him three moles, instead of just the one that Casta has, to mix it up a little. I did take a little inspiration from G3 for his eyebrows to add some orange and purple streaks in the front and a cut in his left eyebrow (I don’t know if that is still trendy, but I think it looks cool). The eyebrows are still not super symmetrical, but I already sealed it. I went back and forth on what I wanted his lip colors to be (I know I wanted something two toned) but finally decided on a dark purple upper lip, with a green outlined lower lip.

Also G3 heads are SUPER difficult to try and reattach (and remove) and have to be VERY squishy to put back on their bodies (even after I had trimmed down the neck peg).

Okay, onto his wardrobe! I wanted to imitate Casta’s color pallet: black, orange, purple, silver (and sparkles and studs), while bringing in more “witchy” themes (the buckles, stripe socks, and pentagrams), and his scaritage from his mama Circe (hence the potions, boars on his shirt and shoes, the greek vase designs and the boar designs being black on orange -like the Ancient Greek vases). Even on the Greek designs, I put some teeny tiny pentagrams (namely on his jacket sand socks).

His jacket took the longest (his shoes were the second longest). It is fully lined (the sleeves have a white lining to keep staining to a minimum), and working pockets. I liked the sparkly material I found, but does it shed like crazy (I used it for his collar, cuffs, pockets, and the bottom of his jacket in the back, and wrong side-out for his sleeves -they still have silver sparkles showing though and it doesn’t shed…but it will catch on things). I used thin ribbon for the outside of his pockets (next time I will fabric glue the ends shut on all my ribbons and a thicker ribbon for the bottom of his coat), and bent some wire into buckles. I also used ribbon wire and looped black thread over it to make it look like a zipper. I used fabric paint for the pattern down the front and REALLY hope it stays on there.

I really wanted a mesh back to his coat (I love how that part turned out), and then added this purple sparkly ribbon to his sleeves. He was going to have another pentagram in the back but it was too much (but it left a cool shadow of the star after I removed it).

His gloves are made of mesh and ribbon (with glitter fabric glue continuously added on top of each other, and then painted silver, to make the spikes on his knuckles -same thing I did with his choker and shoes). His nails are painted black with the same color flash glaze paint as part of his earrings.

Okay onto his main outfit without the coat (he’s much more fun and easier to pose without his jacket).

“Spelldon, please move your necklace out of the way, so we can see your shirt better, thank you.”

Close up of his wild boar and Greek vase designs on his shirt (done in fabric paint). I REALLY love how the boar turned out as I was SUPER nervous I was going to mess it up. Having a boar/Greek vase design on an orange shirt was also inspired by @spookberry ‘s design of Spelldon. His necklace pendant was another bead I had (and it worked great for attacking thread too).

Side and back of his outfit (you can see some of that stray black glitter).

“‘Scuse me Spelldon, can you lift your shirt so we can see you joggers better? Thank you.” His joggers/capri’s and socks were inspired by @peppapigvevo ‘s Spelldon design. Once again I used ribbon, that sparkly material for his waistband and cuffs, and silver fabric paint for Greek vase design.

I attached a chain to his joggers and added these potion bottles (while Casta looks like she uses more magic spells and incantations through her singing, I like to think Spelldon uses potions -more like his mom). I made these potions out of wire, beads, thread and air-dry clay.

Onto his shoes and socks. I made the shoes out of paperboard and paper-maché. I wanted them to be boar themed while still having pentagrams and studs on them. They turned out a bit wonky (and a tad too long -but it helps him stand up, haha), but I spent too much time on them to redo them, haha. His shoe sole I also painted with that sparkle flash glaze paint too. I also gave him the striped socks, because I love striped socks and tights on witches.

“Thanks for holding still Spelldon, and being patient with me.” I’m going to make another post or two with comparisons with his sister, some of my other customs, and some vampire that claims he knows him or something, heehee.

Oh yeah! My sketches for him:

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Date Day Pt. 2

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 17 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU Trigger Warning: Midly suggestive comment made, creepy behavior, and technical assault (reader gets grabbed)

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You got a message as you were getting ready. Having just finished taking a shower, you checked your phone to see that it was Sophie, who had sent you some memes and a sweet message asking how you were. You answered truthfully telling her you were good but still getting used to a new place. After a second to consider it, you sent her a photo of your two favorite outfit ideas with a question mark.

She answered back immediately.

Sophie

oooh, date night?

the first one looks really good, the second one is

a little too revealing

let me know how it goes :)

yeah, first date. kinda nervous

wish me luck!

The flood of sweet messages that followed made you smile. You took the outfit she had chosen (which included a beautiful soft sweater that just so happened to match Felixs’) and put it on. You finish getting ready just in time to hear a knock on the door, and you grab your keys and phone before opening the door.

You pause, and then hold up a finger. “Give me a second.”

For your birthday a year prior, you had been given a polaroid camera. The first few weeks you had been obsessed, taking pictures of everything and anything just to shake the polaroids out and feel cool doing it, but eventually you had gotten over it. The camera had been rediscovered in the process of packing your bags, and you had brought it along on a whim.

The sight waiting for you at the front door felt like the perfect opportunity to use it.

Felix and Hyunjin were both caught off guard when you snapped the first photo, but as you shake out the photo, they quickly get excited. They both pose for the second photo without you even having to ask. You hold up the first polaroid as the second one develops, showing it to the two boys with a smile as they crowd next to you to take a look.

Breathtakingly beautiful, and yet somehow homey, you were surprised that Hyunjin had toned down his date outfit compared to what he would normally wea. He had picked an all-black outfit that wouldn’t stand out so easily but still managed to make him look like a hundred bucks. He had his hair slicked back, and you knew his face would mostly be covered with a mask while out in public, but in the photo you could appreciate his model good looks in full.

Felix somehow managed to look ethereal, even with wide eyes of surprise. His mouth was slightly parted, having caught sight of the camera just before you took the photo. His hair was slightly messy, freckles barely seen with the washed-out coloring of the polaroid, but he looked just as beautiful as always, even though he was slightly blurry.

“Yah, a little warning would have been nice,” Felix said, even though he smiled down at the photo.

Hyunjin was already looking at the second. “Ah, this one came out so good. Do you mind if I take a photo of it?”

“Don’t go posting any photos on social media just yet. You don’t want fans to recognize you,” You warned.

“I know,” Hyunjin said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll post it later.”

You hear another snap and look back at Felix just in time to see him shaking out one last polaroid, and you roll your eyes. He smirks.

“Had to get one of you too. Especially when you look so breathtaking.”

“Hmm, they’d look so pretty in a photo shoot, wouldn’t they,” Hyunjin muttered, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he takes a photo of the polaroid. “All the beautiful clothes they could wear.”

Felix eyes the photo he took of you. “I think they’d look prettier if they weren’t wearing anything at all.”

“Felix!”

“Sorry babe,” He said, not looking sorry at all.

-0-0-

You weren’t normally a big fan of museums. The paintings were pretty enough, but they never really spoke to you the same way you assumed it did to more artistic people, like Hyunjin. Still, the instillation that he had brought you two for your date was not only the most colorful thing you had ever had the pleasure of walking through, but somehow also very open in its meaning.

You noticed it from the very first room you three walked in. It was covered in colorful strings, which at first just looked pretty, but from certain points in the room the strings would line up just right enough for an image to form. You spotted a butterfly first, and then what looked like a leaf.

Felix waved you over from the furthest corner, joined by two teenagers and a family of three.

“It’s the cocoon. I’m guessing that there’s a caterpillar somewhere,” he told you.

You looked around until you spotted another small group of people in a spot you hadn’t been to before. After pointing it out to him, the two of you walked over hand in hand to find that it was indeed the spot where the strings formed a caterpillar, and he grinned, leading you around the room to watch the entire process take place. You met back up with Hyunjin at the door to the next room, and he eyed your joined hands with a smirk.

“How are you liking the colors?” He asked Felix.

Felix looked back at the strings with wide eyes. “I’m more surprised they managed to form different images with the same strings.”

“Hmm, I think you’ll like this one too.”

Hyunjin led the two of you into the next room. The walls and sectioned off parts of the floor had what you assumed were cotton, only they were dyed in soft pastel colors that matched the soft pastel ombre of the walls and floors. The cotton in the sectioned of portions had small entrances, where workers would allow small groups of 3 or 4 people walk across the ground barefoot. Felix let out a small sound in surprise.

“Wow. It’s like the colors are … only kind of there, but still there. So white.”

You hummed. “I think it’s supposed to be the sky. Look, it’s mostly blue, red, orange, and pink. It’s like a sunset.”

“The cotton is the clouds,” Hyunjin agreed, taking Felix’s other hand. “Want to go walk on the clouds with me?”

Felix nodded, and the three of you made it over to the sectioned off portion. You had to wait a few minutes in the line to walk across, and the worker warned you all to walk slowly and to be careful, but once you felt the ‘clouds’ under your feet you knew that it was worth the wait. You were also immediately sure that it wasn’t cotton you were walking on.

“It’s so soft!” Felix exclaimed, wiggling his toes.

The boys waddled ahead of you, Hyunjin even reaching down to touch whatever you were walking on with his own hands in awe.

It really did feel like you were walking on a cloud.

The second installation wasn’t as interactive as the first two. It consisted of multiple pop-art paintings hanged around the room, and Hyunjin was more than eager to explain some of them to Felix. You, however, made your way around the room quickly, and with a quick thumbs up from the boys to show that it was okay, you advanced to the next room by yourself.

This one truly stumped you. You weren’t sure what it was, no matter how long you looked at it. It was a large pane of glass that nearly split the room in two, and splatters of paint littered across the glass. There were lots of dark blue and green peeking out in spots, but most of the glass was covered in bright red splatters, like someone had launched buckets of paint right at it.

You must have spent a long time staring at the art piece trying to understand because Hyunjin and Felix caught up to you, Hyunjin wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“It’s kind of sad, isn’t it,” he murmured.

You blinked. “I don’t get it.”

He pointed out the green and blue splotches on the edge. “It’s supposed to be the earth. The blue and green is the planet, and the red represents … well, I guess you could take it literally as blood covering the earth. But I think it does a good job of representing violence, pain, anger, evil. Its pretty open to interpretation.”

“Oh,” you said, nodding in understanding. “Huh, I never would have thought of that.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “He’s just reading the information packet we were handed at the entrance.”

“You mean the one I stuffed in my bag and haven’t looked at since we got here?” You said sheepishly, reaching for the now crumbled paper.

Hyunjin laughed.

Felix began to wander off towards the other side of the room, but Hyunjin stayed with you as you started to read through the packet, learning about the artists of each piece and the meaning behind them. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder, slowly rocking the two of you side to side.

You giggled. “I can’t read if you keep moving me.”

“You don’t need that anyways. I’ll explain everything to you,” he assured you.

“I’m sure you’ll do a better job anyways,” You said, giving up and deciding you’ll finish the packet back at home. “I love the way you explain things. I love the way you see things.”

“I just appreciate all the little things, the beauty in life. It makes all the big things that much more meaningful.”

“Like what?”

He pressed his mask up against your cheek in leu of a kiss, and you leaned back into his embrace. “Like you.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“Hmm.”

The two of you stood there for another minute, softly rocking back and forth. You closed your eyes and let his warmth wash over you, the feel of his skin on yours, his chest expanding and retracting as he breathed, his soft humming in your ear.

You smiled. “You mean the world to me.”

He just held you tighter in response.

-0-0-

You had once again managed to wander ahead of the boys. You decided to wait for them in a quitter section, sitting down on a bench and scrolling through your phone as you waited. A family walked through, their chatter filling the small room, but they eventually moved on, and you took a second to observe the painting in front of you.

It was pretty, not as colorful as some of the other pieces you had seen today, but you imagined it had some deeper meaning you didn’t quite get.

A guy a little bit older than you sits down on the bench next to you, and you quickly move you bag closer to your body, scooting to the side with a small nod. The two of you sit in silence, looking at the painting, before he suddenly speaks up.

“It’s amazingly intricate, isn’t it,” he says, voice deep.

“Oh, I guess,” You murmur.

He tilts his head, still staring at the painting. “I’m in awe of the technique. Don’t think I could replicate something that beautiful even if I tried.”

You hummed in agreement.

There was a moment of silence, and then he spoke up again, this time turning to look at you fully. “What do you think about it?”

“Oh, I’m not much of an art person,” You explained. “I’m actually just waiting for someone.”

The man narrows his eyes, nods his head for a few seconds, and then shoots you a blinding smile. “Are you a foreigner?”

You hesitate. “Yes?”

“Your Korean is very good.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“You know, foreigners usually learn a lot from sleeping with Korean men.”

He said the words so nonchalantly, so bluntly, that it took you of guard for a second. You couldn’t even find yourself getting angry or scandalized, because you were just so in shock that someone would even say something like that out loud. It was only then that you acknowledged how uncomfortable he was making you.

You grimaced, standing up. “Right. I think I’m just going to-“

“Yah, leaving so soon?” He says, grabbing your arm as you try to pass by.

The room was empty. There was nobody around, and there was a strange man grabbing you, and it took everything you had not scream. Maybe you should scream. Should you scream? Should you hit him? You began to panic, not sure what to do.

His grip tightened. “Hey, there’s no need to be afraid. I just want to talk.”

“Let go of me.”

You tried to sound authoritative, but you voice wavered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it felt like someone was squeezing it. You try to pull your arm away, but the sudden recoil of the action only has you falling towards the man. The second his other hand touches your hip, you jolt past your hesitation and slam straight into outrage.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing against his chest with all your might.

The action forces him to let go, and you stumble back. You’re tempted to run, and for a split second you almost do, but then the loud laugh of a kid gains the attention of the man.

Two kids run into the room, followed by a very anxious mother trying to get them to quiet down. The woman and kids seem to be part of a group, and the small room slowly starts to fill with people. You turn around to look for the man, but he’s already gone.

The kids laugh loudly again.

You rush towards the bathroom as you feel your eyes starting to sting with tears, anger making your body feel hot and fuzzy. It wasn’t until you were in the empty room that you realized your bag was vibrating. You pull out your phone, eyes widening at the 4 missed calls and dozen texts Chan had sent you. Before you can read any of them, he’s calling again.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing he says the moment you answer.

“I’m okay,” You say instinctively, but then you pause. “I … actually, I don’t know if I am okay.”

“What happened. Where are you?”

“I’m still at the museum, I’m fine … physically. It’s- there was a guy, he said something gross, and he grabbed me. He’s gone now, but it just kind of freaked me out.”

You looked down to your arm, which felt strangely cold from the man’s touch. You felt slimy just thinking about his hands on you.

“Where are the boys?” Chan questioned, and you put him on speaker so you could wash your hands.

“I don’t know. I was waiting for them, and this creep just walked up to me.” You took a deep breath. “I think I’m okay. I just need a minute.”

“Take as long as you need sweetheart.”

You scrubbed your arm with soap in hopes of elevating the disgust, but the harder you scrubbed the more your skin began to sting, so you gave up. You dried off and took a second to just stare at the mirror. The anger was still there, so was the fear, but mostly you just felt tired. You shook your head, picking your phone back up.

“I think I’m good. I’m really sorry I freaked you out,” you told Chan.

“Don’t ever apologize for something that isn’t your fault.” He let out a sigh. “Are you sure the guy is gone?”

You peeked your head out of the bathroom. “Yeah, I don’t see him. I think he got spooked by the other people who showed up.”

Chan swore on the other end, in both Korean and English. “Do you think you can find Hyunjin or Felix?”

“Yeah, I’ll look for them. I’m sorry you had to feel that. I’m sure you’re busy.” You wandered back to the room you had just been in, but there was no sign of the boys. “I can call you back later.”

“I mean absolutely no offense to you sweetheart, but you must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m hanging up right now.”

You let out a small laugh. “Fair enough.”

It was comforting, knowing Chan was on the phone as you made your way around the museum. Even though you were sure you weren’t in any real danger, and the rooms you walked through were full of people, you knew deep down that you wouldn’t have felt as safe as you did now if Chan wasn’t there, even if it was just him breathing on the other end.

You finally spotted Hyunjin first, letting out a sigh of relief. “I found them.”

Hyunjin looked up with a smile as you ran up to him, but his smile quickly dropped when he saw your face. “Are you okay?”

“Let me talk to him,” Chan said, and you quickly handed over the phone.

Felix wandered over when he spotted the two of you. He noticed the tense atmosphere between the two of you, and he placed a hand on your arm in worry as Hyunjin’s face began to pull down in worry and anger.

“What’s going on?”

You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “Some guy grabbed me, I freaked out. Chan felt it.”

“Wait, some guy grabbed you?” Felix dropped his hand and looked you over in worry. He gently lifted your arm in shock, and you realized that there was a small red mark from where you had been grabbed. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“It’s fine, I’m just pissed he got away.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Hyunjin said, and he quickly said something in Korean so fast you couldn’t even begin to understand. “Hyung, I’m calling the cops.”

“The hell you are,” you exclaimed, grabbing the phone out of his hand. “Are you insane?”

“This guy hurt you,” Hyunjin argued.

“That guy is a creep, I won’t argue with you on that, but he didn’t hurt me. He grabbed my arm a little tight, but I’ve been hurt worse by walking into a table.”

“He put his hands on you.” Felix said.

“And what do you plan on doing? Looking for him? Yelling at him? You don’t even know if he’s still here!”

“I’ll have the museum security find out who he is. I’ll track him down myself if I have to,” Hyunjin said.

“Right sure, I can see the headlines now. Stray Kids Hyunjin arrested for attacking a man who was a creep to his soulmate.” You smacked his shoulder. “What happened to keeping a low profile?”

Felix grabbed your hand. “Baby, this guy should have never touched you. What he did was not okay-“

“I know. Believe me, I know.” You interrupted. “But he’s gone now. And I’m not going to let you guys expose yourselves just to … defend my honor. He didn’t do anything that would warrant more than a slap on the wrist. It’s not worth it.”

You could tell neither one was satisfied, but something on your face must have convinced them, because they quickly conceded. You only then remembered you were still on a call with Chan, and you quickly brought the phone back up to your face and asked if he was still there.

“I’m still here,” Chan said softly.

“You get all that?”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“I’m hanging up on you now.”

“Please, be safe.”

You smiled. “I will.”

The words ‘I love you’ burned on the tip of your tongue, begging to be released, but you swallowed them down.

It didn’t feel right.

Not yet.

-0-0-

Even though you tried to encourage the boys to finish the exhibit, they unanimously agreed to cut the date short, and you were secretly relieved. You held Hyunjin’s hand tight as you walked past the security guards, knowing he would be tempted despite your agreement, and managed to make your way out into the warm afternoon sun without any issues.

You were relieved that the boys hadn’t been recognized yet.

“You want to go home?” Felix asked, and you thought about it for a second.

Now that you were out of the museum and breathing in fresh air, the idea of cutting the date short and ending it on such a bitter ending felt wrong. You shook your head.

“What do you want to do?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. “Are there any parks nearby?”

“Hmm, there’s one two blocks away,” Hyunjin said, already looking up the directions on his phone. Then he tilted his head. “If you’re willing to walk a little further, we’re not that far from the Han river.”

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to go to the Han river!”

“Then lets go,” Felix said, eyes crinkling.

You walked in between the two, holding hands with both of them and swinging them back and forth. You felt carefree, a nice change from the exhaustion you had felt earlier, and the wind blowing through your hair swept away all your worries. Even so, you could tell neither boy was completely over what had happened.

You pulled your hands together, forcing them to hold each other’s hands as you moved behind them, giving them a big smile. “You two look good together.”

Hyunjin snorted, wrapping his arm around Felix. “Maybe I’ll steal him all for myself.”

Not one to be outdone, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck. “Who says I won’t come willingly?”

Hyunjin jolted back at that, and the two of them started laughing. You raised an eyebrow, noticing the way their eyes darted to each other and then back to you. You patted Felix on the shoulder as you moved past them, skipping to the corner of the street.

“Come on lover boys. You two can flirt with each other later.”

The three of you continued your walk with less tension than before, the events of the museum only a blip of an otherwise nice day.

Well, relatively nice.

It was hot out, as summer was starting to get closer. The sun was shining bright, and by the time you guys found a nice spot near the river and under the shade, you were sweating. While it wasn’t unbearingly hot, Hyunjin’s offer to get ice cream was a blessing.

He told you he would back quickly, smooching your cheek messily as he left.

Felix decided to wait with you as the other dancer left, leaning back on his elbows and closing his eyes to enjoy the cool breeze. There were kids playing and laughing, couples walking at the riverside, and even dogs running in the grass. It was peaceful.

“I hate it, you know,” Felix said.

You tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

“Having to hide this.” He opened his eyes to look at you. “Not being able to be with you so publicly.”

You eyed his mask still on his face, pulled down only slightly below his nose. Any normal person would have taken it off by now, but even though Hyunjin had led you two towards a fairly secluded area, it was still too risky for his face to be seen in public.

Or rather, it was too risky for him to be seen in public with you.

You looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Felix was quick to reassure you. “It’s what I signed up for when I decided to become an Idol.”

“You still deserve your privacy,” You muttered.

“Would you have done something if we weren’t idols?”

You didn’t have to ask him what he was talking about.

It was silent for a second, wind blowing through the trees above you. Leaves and flowers began to fall around the two of you, littering the grass between you. You grabbed a flower, twirling it around your fingers as you contemplated Felix’s words.

“Maybe.” At the way his face fell, you shifted closer. “Hey, I’m not saying that your idol status was the only reason I didn’t want to get the authorities involved. Like I said before, I doubt they would have been able to do anything more than chastise the guy anyways.”

Felix sighed. “It still doesn’t seem right.”

“It isn’t. But I’m okay, really.”

You reached over to hold his hand, and he gave it a tight squeeze. When he turned his head to look at you, you were already looking at him, the wind blowing hair around and blocking your view for a second. Felix’s eyes shifted to the side, and you turned to see what he was looking at, but you didn’t see anything. You turned back in time to see him pulling his mask down.

His lips were on yours for only a split second, but it was enough to make your face heat up. Felix pressed his forehead to yours, whispering against your lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You smiled, letting your lips press together again. “With you? Always.”

He didn’t say anything else after that. Hyunjin didn’t mention your close proximity when he returned, simply handing over your ice cream with soft eyes.

“Careful, it’s starting to melt,” he warned you, but it was too late. A glob of ice cream had slid off the cone and hit your fingers.

He gratefully handed you a napkin afterwards, and you laughed when his own ice cream began to melt onto his hand as well. Felix accepted his own ice cream more carefully, managing to keep his hands clean.

Without thinking too much about it, you licked the ice cream that had fallen onto your fingers before wiping the area with the napkin. You then licked around the cone edge to catch the melting ice cream drops and avoid more of a mess, finishing off with a proper taste of your actual ice cream cone. You looked up to catch both boys watching you with familiar looks.

You snapped your fingers at them, instinctively speaking in english. “Hey, mind out of the gutter. I don’t put out on the first date.”

Felix laughed at your statement, replying in korean. “Damn, there go my plans for the night.”

“Wait, what did you she say?”

The two of you laughed at the confused look on Hyunjin’s face.

Yeah. You were okay.

-0-0-

“Walking me to my door, like proper gentleman,” You teased.

Hyunjin grinned, slipping the ball cap he had used out on the streets and running his hands through his hair. “Maybe we’re just hoping for the end of the date kiss.”

“So I’ve been told,” You said, giving Felix a side eye. “You seem awfully sure of yourself.”

You turned to open your door, planning on teasing them a little bit more, but Hyunjin pressed himself up against you, leaning on his arms resting above you. You turned back to face him properly, flicking his nose.

“Did you need something?”

He puckered his lips in response, and you laughed. You conceded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His own hands dropped down to your waist, his touch warm and comforting as he kissed you softly and slowly. When he pulled away, you were surprised to see him looking almost sad, and you watched his eyes flicker down to your arm where the man had grabbed you.

While it wasn’t noticeable to anyone who didn’t know better, the skin was red and irritated. There was a chance it might bruise slightly.

You tucked your finger under Hyunjin’s chin and lifted his face so you could look into his eyes. “Hey, forget about it. Forget about him.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said.

“It wasn’t your fault,” You assured him. “Don’t let the actions of one horrible man ruin our perfect date.”

“Perfect, huh?”

“Ahh, don’t let it go to your head,” You droned, pressing another kiss to his lips.

To both of your surprise, the moment Hyunjin pulled away Felix was there, pushing you back against the door and kissing you so hard it made you see stars. He practically devoured you, your breath stolen and lips tingling when he finally pulled away. His eyes were dilated, mouth red and slick with saliva that he licked away, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What happened to taking it slow?”

“Screw slow.”

Later that night, as you were getting ready for bed, Hyunjin sent a message to the group chat. It was a picture of you and Felix kissing at your front door, and he sent another message after.

‘Nothing in that museum compares to seeing these two together. This is real art.’

[justfangirlstuffs]

Enticed

A what-if scenario; what if Eclipse had enthralled you instead of Sun and Moon? A quick and messy drabble inspired by @scarredlove

You x Vampire!Eclipse

Wordcount: 2775

Eclipse had been honest when he said he had no intention of stealing you away from Sun and Moon. It should have been his brothers to turn you. Unfortunately, circumstances didn’t always play out the way they should. He stared down at your crumpled body, envisioning the loss and desperation in his brothers’ eyes.

You were one of many, many humans who walked this earth, yet something about you had drawn his brothers’ attention. They’d tried to conceal it, but there was very little his brothers could hide from him. For all their bluffs and denials, he knew that you meant a great deal to them. He would not have the weight of your death on their shoulders.

Kneeling down, he touched a hand to your chest, sending a pulse of his magic into your body in an effort to restart your heart. Your body convulsed and a ragged gasp filled your lungs. Your eyelids fluttered open and you gazied up at him with barely lucid eyes.

“No…” you moaned, your body weakly shifting away from him.

“You’re dying,” Eclipse told you, as blunt as the impact that would soon be your end. Your body was broken, irrevocably so. There were only two options left for you. “I can save you if you wish to still live.”

“Sun… Moon…” You were delirious with blood loss no doubt. But he needed an answer. 

Grabbing your chin, he forced you to look at him. “Your time is short. Live or die. What is your choice, little bird?”

Your words burbled up gracelessly between choked gasps. “I… want… to live.”

“Very good.”

Eclipse bundled you up into his arms. You would need someplace safe while you underwent the change. In the meantime, he would decide how to break the news to his brothers. They would be angry, but if you really meant as much to them as he suspected, then they would thank him eventually. They would have no choice but to be grateful to him for saving you. And if it turned out that their desire for you did not run as deep as he suspected, then he would find a way to make good use of you.

“You better not disappoint, little bird.”

—

As you died, Eclipse haunted your dreams. Sensations of him carting you away to an unknown destination. You tried calling out for Sun and Moon, but they never came. And the hallucinations of them never stayed for very long. Any time you were cognizant, your body was in a state of agony so profound you couldn’t even cry out. During these times, a large shadow loomed over you, as a clawed hand would brush over your heated skin. The coolness of the touch brought you a modicum of respite from the fever that felt like it would burn you alive. A low rumbling voice urged you to be strong, to fight.

Every part of you ached, but your heart was the worst of it. Like someone had plunged their hand into your chest and was squeezing tighter and tighter until you would finally perish. But you didn’t perish. Surely, death shouldn’t be this painful. Surely, death would be far more peaceful than this. Yet, you shied away from that promise of quiet and instead fought through the agony that was becoming your entire existence.

Then you awoke. Fully awoke. Your body still ached, feeling stiff and strange. Like you were wearing someone else’s skin. The first thing you realized was that you were not in your room. The burgundy sheets you were swaddled in were far too luxurious, the bedframe ornately carved and the stained wood richly colored with polish. The room you were in was practically furnished, though had a very rustic feel to it. A full-sized wardrobe stood in the corner of the room, the handles looking to be solid bronze.

That was when you noticed that, there was very little light in the room, yet your eyes were taking in shapes and details just fine. What you had first assumed was sunlight peaking in through the windows, was actually a full moon against a starry backdrop. Squirming out of the covers, you stood on shaky legs and hobbled to the window, unlatching it and pushing it open. You stepped out onto a balcony of what was… unmistakably, a castle. An actual flipping castle. You leaned against the stone balcony to gape at the expanse of endless forest surrounding you as far as the eye could see.

“Quite the view, isn’t it?”

Thankfully, you fail to leave your skin behind as you jump nearly a foot in the air. Spinning around, you find Eclipse framed in the doorway of your room. No, NOT your room but the room you’d awoken in.

“Where the fuck am I?” you demanded. Your teeth ached, feeling weirdly too big for your mouth. You swallowed, the motion leaving you feeling painfully hungry. No… thirsty. “What did you DO?”

“Mind your manners, pet,” Eclipse tutted disapprovingly. “You are in my home, and I merely did what you asked.”

Your body trembled under that gaze that gleamed at you through the darkness. “Where are Sun and Moon?”

“You’ll see them again,” he said blithely. “When you’re ready. Until then, this is where you’ll stay.”

“Fuck you,” you growled. “I’m not staying here.”

His gaze turned scorching. He stepped towards you, each step was slow, deliberate. “What did I just say about manners?”

Shame bloomed in your gut, and an apology was on your lips but you bit down on it. Instead, you scooted back, wanting to maintain distance from him. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go. Except down. Your back hit the stone barrier and for a terrifying second, you felt yourself falling backward.

Strongly hands caught you, stopping your lethal tumble. You sat trembling as Eclipse hovered over you, all four arms holding fast to you, preventing your fall, and also any hope of escape. Eclipse regarded you with an almost weary fascination.

“Not five minutes awake, and already you’re proving to be a handful.”

“Put me down then,” you muttered, not liking how your heart was surging.

No, no, you were not happy about this. You nearly fell to your death. That was the ONLY reason your heart was going a mile a minute. One of his clawed hands brushed a few wayward strands from your face and you hated the fluttering that erupted in your gut from the contact.

“You do not give me orders, pet.”

“Fine, hold onto me forever for all I care,” you spat.

Eclipse chuckled, those wicked fingers combing through your hair, forcing you to fight back a shudder. “That is already a given.”

You bit back your retort, sitting quietly and just glaring at him. The tactic seemed to work as he set you back down on your feet with a thoughtful hum.

“Enthrallment suits you. You’re far more spirited since we last met.”

Oh, you mean when you threatened your way into my home, assaulted me, and then threatened my life? you thought acidly.

The gnawing hunger in your gut was growing sharp, and you had a wild urge to sink your teeth into… into…

Eclipse took hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks until your mouth opened. “Ah, no wonder you’re in such a lather,” he murmured. “You’re hungry.”

You squirmed away from his touch, and he laughed, the sound a dark and haunting melody, before stepping away from you. The lack of his touch and the distance created an odd sense of loss. You had the desire to reach for his hand but you clenched your fists and dug your nails into your palms.

“Stay here,” he told you dismissively. “I’ll have someone bring you up a meal. We’ll talk more after.”

The door shut and you heard the click of a lock. You were both immensely grateful and agitated by his departure. Your chest heaved as panic arose. You were trapped, heaven knows where with Eclipse. You desperately searched the room for your phone but found nothing. You weren’t even wearing your own clothes you noted with a wave of unease.  You needed to get out of here. Now.

As you moved to the window, you felt a weight pull down on your gut, slowing you to a halt. He’d told you to stay… So what? Maybe you should listen… Fuck that! Gritting your teeth, you pushed through the weird sensation that was causing your body to behave against your own will. It was like moving through molasses and your head was starting to ache, but you forced yourself to keep moving. 

Just beyond the balcony, there were thick swaths of ivy clinging to the walls. Praying they would be enough to hold you, you carefully clambered off the balcony and eased your weight onto the grow. Some of the vines gave way, causing you to slip and you desperately clung on as they snapped and peeled away from their tenuous purchase under your weight. You had just enough time to think that this had been a really stupid idea as you crashed down into a set of bushes.

“Ow…” You groaned, your body having acquired a fresh set of new aches to contend with. Vaguely you felt like that should have hurt way more, but you just counted yourself lucky. Wobbling up onto your feet, you fled away from the building towards the forest.

The weird pull was even stronger now, like a dozen hands trying to grope you, turn you around, and force you back from whence you came. You pulled away from the influence, and you forced your aching and tired body into a run. Suddenly the word blurred and you ran smack into a metal fence. You clutched your throbbing nose, rubbing your head as you gazed up. The fence was tall, but maybe if you scrambled up you could reach the top and heft yourself over.

“Hey, stop!” someone called out.

Panic resurging, you didn’t even stop to look at who or what was calling to you. Bending your knees, you jumped as hard as you could. Imagine your shock when you nearly cleared the fence entirely, however, your wild flailing caught you at the top. You scrambled and then promptly fell over onto the other side with a thud. Adrenaline was your best friend, spurring you up off the ground and into a dead sprint. The world once again went into a wild blur and everything lurched forward.

When everything snapped back to a standstill, you were surrounded by trees and the smell of wood, sap, and greenery. Your stomach heaved and you kneeled down into the grass and twigs to vomit. You were shaking and sweating, but you pushed yourself back up onto your feet. You had to keep moving. You had to get away. I should really go back… NO!

Sun… Moon… where are you? They had always seemed to show up whenever your hours were at their darkest. So why weren’t they here now? They left you, remember? They cut you out of their lives. No! No no no! Tears sprang from your eyes as you stumbled through the trees, over rocks and branches. The pull was becoming unbearable now, pressing down until you were on your hands and knees, clawing at the ground.

You didn’t get much farther before you collapsed onto the ground. Your body was exhausted and ached horribly, and that gnawing hunger was a knife in your gut. Curling up on the forest floor, you closed your eyes, wishing you could go to sleep and wake up from this nightmare.

At some point, you must have dozed off, because you felt a hand stroking your head. “Such a wayward little bird, can’t even follow a simple instruction. Putting yourself in danger. You’re lucky I found you before something else did.”

Don’t touch me, you wanted to shout. But the touch seemed to ease some of your physical misery. Even though it did little to soothe the raw ache in your chest. You pushed yourself to sit up and found Eclipse knelt beside you with the countenance of a disapproving parent. Yet still emitting an odd comforting warmth you wanted to indulge in.

Eclipse was like a wave beating against your defenses, steadily wearing them away. He spoke to you amicably, acting as though he was safe and not the creature who had threatened to ‘drink you dry’ in your very own home.

You weren’t sure why you had this strange compulsion to touch him, to be near him, but you were determined to ignore it. He shouldn’t be radiating such an inviting aura that made you think of lazy summer nights when you wanted to just close your eyes and relax under the stars.

“Are you done with your little tantrum?”

With an animalistic snarl, you threw your fist at his face. It struck, though, just barely. Eclipse’s hand gripped your wrist, having stopped the blow from making its full impact. His amber gaze seared into you, and every instinct you had screamed at you to bow your head and beg for forgiveness.

“I will overlook this once, and only once.” His voice was calm, but there was a very real threat in his next words. “Raise a hand against me again, and there will be consequences.”

You tried to pull out of his grasp, but you were too weak. Too exhausted from running. Your last resort was barbed words. “I hate you.”

Eclipse effortlessly scooped you up from the ground, your thorns doing little to dissuade him. “You can hate me all you want, but ultimately, you chose this, my little Nova.”

A full-on shudder rocked through you at the given name, like you were the earth and Eclipse’s voice was the shockwave pulsing across your entire being. “I’m not yours.”

“You are.” The words were a rumble against your cheek as you were cradled against him. One of the arms wrapped his cloak around your shivering body, enveloping you in a heady smell of smoke and spices. “It is my blood, my essence that remade you. Gave you new life and new breath. Your existence is now intertwined with mine. You can no longer be without me. Stray too far for too long, and you will wither and die. That is what it means to be enthralled.”

“You… you did what?!” you exclaimed.

“It should have been my bothers to turn you,” Eclipse continued, ignoring your outburst. He began walking with you, his gliding gate moving easily over the even forest floor. “Unfortunately, they were interrupted by hunters. Thus, I assumed the responsibility. No doubt they are currently mourning you. What a nice surprise it will be for them, knowing you still yet draw breath.”

“I don’t want this,” you mumbled fiercely, wanting to reject it, reject him, with every part of your being.

“Would you rather I left you to die, bleeding out in the cold?”

You didn’t have an answer for that. 

“I thought so. Now, tell me you won’t run off again.”

Clenching your teeth you stayed silent, swallowing back the desire to agree. A squeak left your lips as you were suddenly hoisted up so that his sharp smile was inches from your face.

“Perhaps I should leave another mark on you, to remind you who you belong to.”

Another mark? What? Your head was dizzy. Hot steam ghosted your skin as teeth grazed your neck. You squirmed in his grasp, but you didn’t have the strength to break free. “N-No.. please, I’m sorry! I won’t run off again.”

Your heart pulsed in your throat as you felt the light pinch of fangs and braced yourself. Instead, there was a soft, moist brush of warmth against your skin. Heat flooded through you boiling your blood. At last, he showed mercy and pulled away with a low, melodious chuckle.

“Should you go back on your word, you will be disciplined,” he warned and continued to carry you back to his castle. “Behave and you’ll be well cared for.”

You were too tired to argue, too tired to fight back. So, you resigned to save your strength for a later time. You weren’t dead, you were still alive, and that meant something. It meant you could still see Sun and Moon again, though your heart once more twisted at the thought. Bitterness tainted your otherwise sweet memories of them. The more you thought of them, the more it hurt. So you stopped thinking. You closed your eyes, and soon the rocking motion of Eclipse’s arms had you fading back to blissful unconsciousness.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 4/?

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TW: Mention of Suicidal thoughts

Short little hurt/ comfort as Jason's and Danny's family circle grows by three

Jason and Roy watched as Lian and Danny played with Raven.

It was a warm summer day, so Jason made sweet tea to cool them down. It had been three days since Roy had found Jason, and he couldn’t help but want to hang out with the kid. It helped that they both had a child that could play with each other.

Besides, Danny needed to interact with people his age.

“So, what’s with the red hair?”

“Had to make sure the bats had a hard time finding me, so I dyed my hair.”

“Okay, but why red? It doesn’t suit you.”

Jason rolled his eyes, “You think I care what does or doesn’t look good on me? Besides, I bought the first box I got my hands on.”

“I think you should’ve gone light brown or blond,” Roy said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“I love how you went for the full ginger look and gave yourself green contact lenses.”

“They aren’t contact lenses.”

“What,” Roy asked, confused.

“They aren’t contact lenses. They’re a side effect of coming back from the dead.”

An awkward silence settled between them. They watched as Raven levitated both children, but Raven was eying both men on the porch. Danny was staring at Roy with a piercing gaze while Lian was oblivious.

“Sorry,” Roy said after a while.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“Still, I was trying to lighten things up and made shit worse, huh?”

Jason sighed and put down the glass of iced tea. He turned toward Roy.

“You don’t have to make things ‘less awkward.’ You’re here, giving me a chance even after all the shit I’ve pulled. You haven’t run to the Bats and told them where I am and that I have a kid now. Trust me; not many would do that.”

“I would never do that, Jay. Your death almost destroyed me. I was reckless, I was drinking, and I wanted to kill myself via Killer Croc. He sponsored me, y’know, after he figured out my game plan. Besides, I know how it feels like to fear someone will come in and take your kid because you’re a fuck up.”

The laughter of the two children echoed in the forests as both men watched them. Both men felt a lightness as their children played.

“Dick was rarely there when I was younger. I wish I had the brother the other little birds got,” Jason said suddenly. “I have this jealousy eating me up inside, and instead of fighting it so I could have my family again, I fucked up. I’ll never be allowed in their circle again.”

Roy said nothing. He knew Jason had to take this off his chest.

“I was so angry that Bruce had not only replaced me but hadn’t learned his lesson and put another kid in those damned colors. I don’t know if the pit was an excuse I used to do the horrible things or if I was always capable of everything I did, but I regret it.”

Roy saw tears on Jason’s cheeks but didn’t comment.

“Now, Danny will be raised without aunts and uncles, without a grandfather, without cousins. And it’s all my fault.”

Roy put his hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what Dick or the rest of the bats are thinking, but I consider you my little brother, Jason. Lian will be Danny’s cousin, and in the same way, you will be Lian’s uncle, I will be Danny’s. That is, if you are okay with it,” Roy finished, a bit hesitant.

“Yeah,” Raven came up to them as the two children played rock, paper, scissors, “and I will be the cool aunt.”

Jason gave the two Titans a watery smile and hugged them both. Soon both children ran up to their small family and made a dogpile.

Jason had lost a family, but he was rebuilding a new one.

For those that wanted this to be slash or romantic, I'm sorry all of this will be wholly platonic. Not because I don't like slash but because I want to concentrate on the found family aspect, and also I kind of don't have faith in myself in being able to write DC or Danny Phantom Slash yet. Next up, Jazz finally finds Danny.

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[ladygreenwithenvy]

Taste-Testing for the Merchant of the Depths

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Category: General, Slight Fluff

Characters included: Azul Ashengrotto, Prefect (Gender Neutral)

Oneshot Prompt: Azul wins a game and has the Prefect taste a variety of new drinks for the Mostro Lounge’s new menu for this upcoming fall season. No drink tastes like the next, but at least you get to spend some time with a certain merman…

In honor of: @quartzztwst

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“Now, now Prefect” Tutted Azul, his gloved hand gently pushing that suspiciously beautiful glass of a drink with a color you didn’t think was possible you could find in liquid form.

“It’s simply a taste test, we had our fun back in the Board Game Club, and last I recalled, I won our little bet; lest you wish for me to remind you the purpose of this evening’s rendezvous?”

You shook your head in a surrendered manner, knowing full well why you were sitting at an empty table within the walls of Mostro Lounge.

During a Board Game Club, you and Azul played a simple strategy game with an added stake for some won, where the winner has to do a simple favor for the other. Unsurprisingly, Azul won. It was probably not your smartest move to suggest a strategy game, you regret not suggesting a game revolved around luck, especially when you know how much this particular Housewarden detested them.

“You don’t need to remind me just…. Why does it look so….. Neon Green?” You’re half convinced that Azul just had Floyd mix up every green chemical available in the academy’s Laboratory.

“We’re making new drinks for the halloween season. I proposed that this year’s limited time drinks should be based on different common potions in popular fiction and monsters. This notable one is based on a potion ingredient” Azul replies, his tone audibly relaxed

“Oh, you’re having me drink Frog’s Breath. Stellar, man.” You hum. "The last time I saw a guy drink that, he didn't wake up, but sure. Let's repeat that particular cycle."

“I’m sorry, Frog’s Breath?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a reference from your world…”

“Fucking bitter. Throw it out.”

“How honest” Remarks Azul gently, however his body language exhibited the complete opposite. He was surprised by the Prefect’s truthfulness. He was well aware of the sharp tongue you had, but to see you be so blunt had even shocked him. Not that he minded, of course. There’s a reason he confided in you for it.

“It’s like all you did was blend limes and every sour candy ever. Chill it out a bit, damn” The Prefect grumbles.

“Is it truly that sour? Goodness, I had created this one with Floyd and was hoping for a more bittersweet aftertaste. I was under the impression that we had balanced it well enough.” Azul looked down at his notebook and took quick notes, pushing the end of his quill. Truthfully, he had tasted it beforehand when trying to fix the bitterness. He just wanted to see your reaction to the taste. Afterall, there's a group that panders to these types of drinks- but they're not worth making and selling if they only pander to the minority.

“Is the sweetness in bittersweet in the room with us right now?” Asks the Prefect sarcastically, to which Azul only rolled his eyes. That of course following a scoff. “This might have given Riddle’s famous oyster tart a run for its money for uniqueness.”

Azul knew for a fact that your last line was by no means a compliment, but then again, none of what you said fell under praise. “Alright, alright. You’ve made your point. Next drink”

You were handed water to wash the first one down. You leaned back against the smooth leather seating of the cafe, allowing the cool atmosphere to relax before you heard the sound of a plate pressed against the marble table. You opened your eyes, and watched as Jade set down your second mystery drink and bowed- leaving to return to the kitchen.

It was so cute and pink. And the frosting was white and frothy. Upon closer inspection, it looks like there’s strawberries too. They’re even cut up to look like hearts. It’s positively adorable. You guessed in your head that it was most likely based on a love potion.

You didn’t think twice before sipping it. Enticement was on the playing field and Azul took instant note of that.

He also took notice of your reaction, trying to ascertain your final statement to the beverage before you could say it. You swallowed it swiftly and smacked your lips. Once again the drink left you nothing short but surprised.

“Cocaine might be easier to consume than this, but fuck was it delightful”

“Goodness,” Azul smiled from disbelief. At this point, he found your colorful honesty to be nothing short of entertaining. He found himself more eager to hear your reactions than to your critiques. Uhm- not that he was avoiding them, of course.

“Too sweet?” He asks, though it was obviously in a rhetoric sense.

“Far too sweet, but there’s a charm to it” You’re saying this genuine. You loved sweet drinks, and this was no exception. As cloying as it was, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from taking more and more sips. You smiled. Delighted by it.

“Sort of tastes like these super sweet bobas back at home, they had lots of caramel and whipped cream.. But this one is just as good…”

Azul’s eyes would perk up at that little detail. You did not speak much of your home, and the merman knew better than to pry anyone’s past like that. Surely, even he had some limits when it came to prying into your business (Not like it would be easy anyway). But there was this care in your voice as you reminisce about something so small. To him, it was actually quite sweet.

Maybe even sweeter than that drink you were being so giddy about.

“... Let’s head on to the next drink, okay?”

It was the last drink, the fifth one you noted.

Thank goodness it was too. After that pink drink, you really only took necessary sips. They were pretty good after that, but you were getting full just by looking at them.

But this last one was… something.

It was nothing like the others. It stood out, but not for the most positive of reasons.. It was so plain looking that your first instinct was to question if the Octa-Trio was pulling your leg here.

It was dark green, but that was it. No gummies in the drink to make it look a bit more presentable. No . The liquid looked thick enough to perhaps be a simple smoothie. Not that you would complain if it was just a smoothie, of course. But it was curious. What an anticlimactic end.

“This is a separate one from the menu. Jade insisted that we make these healthy shakes directed for the student body, on account of how hard working they’re being during the making of their stations for this year’s Halloween. We’re also making fruit smoothies” Explains the second year with a relaxed hum, fixing his silver frames before glancing back at you

You were aware that Azul was part of the Halloween Committee this year, along with Jade. That explains this suspiciously red flaggy token of benevolence.

Not wanting to waste time, you once more picked up the glass

You lifted up the glass, and took a very light sip from the straw.

You perked up.

“Oh!” You took another sip.

“Okay, wait, this isn’t so bad” You comment, your expression relaxed. “Spinach with banana, those are the main ingredients with this one… and other fruits too? It’s better than I thought it’d be” You hum, taking another.

“Though, I’m curious, there’s this one thing that- Ah?!” You yelped, and quickly pushed the drink away from you.

Concerned, Azul stops taking notes immediately. He had his own serving of the same drinks you were having this whole time, and while he quietly jotted down his own opinions, he had been listening to yours. When he drank from this one, he found nothing wrong in particular.

He took another sip from his own to try and discern it. “Spinach, oats, banana, milk, apples…. Wait a minute, something’s in here that’s not in the- Hm?!”

It was then that he understood why Yuu yelped in such a way and struggled to speak. His tongue was paralyzed. Azul didn’t even need to put two and two together.

This was the work of a mushroom. And there's only one audacious eel in this dorm to have enough gall to mess with any of Azul's recipes for the sake of "Bringing his findings in the limelight."

In less than a minute, he found himself pushing that glass of water to you as a way to motion to wash it down. Right after that he stood from his seat-

"JAAAAAADE!!"

Note to self, never do taste testing for the Octa-trio, even if your life depends on it.

At least the pink drink was good.

Author's Note

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Hope you liked my first actual oneshot thingy here.

This was a present for Miss @quartzztwst , I hope you liked it! I wanted to make something simple, but lighthearted as an easy read ^-^

I hope to improve better and faster as I learn how to write here on Tumblr. I'm quite new when it comes to uploading this sort of stuff like this... Still, there will be longer and more fluffier fics.

Thank you! Buenas noches 💜

[solara-bean]

As an undiagnosed autistic I LOVE talking about my random interests with people and vice versa. So here's what I think the Touchstarved LIs random interests are 😊

Kuras:

Astronomy/ Astrology

assuming that he really is an ancient Angel he probably had a hand in or watched the universe being made so it still fascinates him how it has developed over the centuries

especially what humans have discovered about it

also the meanings they've given to constellations and other parts of the cosmos in tradition and folklore

it's all intriguing and quite amusing to him

he knows all the LIs zodiac signs as well as his regular patients

would sneer and say ' of course you're a Leo ' without any other context and just walk away in that swift angelic manor that he does

has a vintage telescope that he refuses to replace

if you indulge him long enough and let him ramble on about stars he'll stop and be like ' Wait I could just show you'

hope you're not afraid of heights

Leander:

Plants

especially the poisonous kind

he finds them poetic in a sense because of Co he does

like to have a small journal about them and wishes eridia had more nature for him to explore and document

sketches flowers when he has free time and might even color them

he's not the most skilled artist but he good at drawing plant life because he's done it so often

knows the meaning of plants and makes/ buys bouquets accordingly

hints at how he really feels about the person he's giving a bouquet to

has given ones with negative meanings to people he didn't like but needed something from, he knew they wouldn't understand and would just be like "oh a bouquet how thoughtful" " yes this was made especially for you " *wink wink*

has admired the gardens of high town snobs him and his bloodhounds have raided interacted with ( he'll take a few home just because )

is learning how to make teas, medicine, poison and lotions from plants for the fun of it and to help others

wants to have a large garden one day

Mhin:

Fungus/ Mushrooms

they just think they're neat

like how could you not there's so many cool kinds of fungus

they adore that such life can grow from death

will rarely pick mushrooms because they want them to stay where they belong

doesn't want to separate them from their fungi families 🥺

really REALLY likes cool colored fungi that glow

I imagine magical fungi exists in their world so they get really excited when they find some in the wild

they go crazy for those really big mushrooms and will stare at them for hours if they could

has dreamed of sleeping on a mushroom many times like a little fairy but won't tell ANYONE ( ok except Kuras but they didn't mean to, got really embarrassed )

if you gift them a glowing magic mushroom to keep as a nightlight they'll act unfased at first but congratulations you're basically married now

Vere:

Gemstones

eyes dilate like a cat when he sees one

oooo shiny

has stolen found more than he's bought

has a mini hoard of stones stashed away somewhere in his room

he only shows it to people he really likes ( Ais and S/o )

Ais' earrings intrigues him

Ais noticed and took them off so he could see and was more than willing to talk about where he got them

Vere knew exactly what they were made of right away and wanted to tral them as his own to mess with Ais, but lost interest when Ais admitted he wouldn't mind

would lay on a giant pile of gemstones like a dragon's hoard in his full demon fox form if he had the means to ( would put his S/O in the pile too as one of his treasures )

he'll know exactly which gemstones look best on you for jewelry

Ais:

Animals

like alot of animal facts dude

he has a wide range of knowledge because he can't choose a favorite animal. he likes SO MANY

ranging from the scariest of predators on land and sea to the cutest little fellas ( sharks, tigers, bunnies, small birds, sparrows *hint hint*)

if you tell him what your favorite animal is expect to be randomly given little gifts based off of of it ( illustrations, mini figurines, plushies etc )

asked Vere alot of questions about his fox nature ( " does your coat change color in the winter?" " ...Ais I'm trying to get frisky stop asking weird shit" )

was the type of kid to bring strays home so you can imagine how happy he is about having a pack of soulless

he immediately knew which animal/animals they were all based on and knows how to interact with them accordingly

his love for animals kinda messes with his instincts like yeah I shouldn't pet that large predator but what if he's lonely like me 🥺

is totally fine with getting bit and scratched because he overstepped a boundary and will learn from it

I bet eridia's highborn snobs have captured exotic creatures for show so guess who's pulling up with his red eyed soulless gang for a jail break ( he'd give the creatures to a shelter that can relocate and take care of them )

wants to raise alot of pets with his S/o as they grow old. just one big happy family of strays they've taken in: wild soulless, escaped highborn pets, barn animals, alley cats, Vere, etc.

[dev-solovey]

I rewrote the first chapter of My Immortal if it were a super pretentious literary fiction novel

I came up with this idea at like 3am and I'm not great at litfic, so I just dialed up the purple prose to 10 and hoped for the best lmao

here it is:

My Immortal

Chapter 1

Slush battered my dorm room window, half-rain, half-snow, existing somewhere between two states of matter. Siblings of a sort, meshed in disharmony, coating the campus outside in its misery. I watched as the pretty-in-pink girls with their fluffy faux-leather boots and paper thin leggings slipped and struggled their way across the courtyard. Suffering. I loved it.

One of them, a girl in garish Aeropostale garb, caught my eyes, and her face twisted with bitterness. Her minions gathered around her, “are you okay, Brittney? What’s the matter, Brittney?” but she didn’t answer them. A petty impulse gripped me, and I raised a single night-painted nail, baring my teeth in a wicked grin and making sure all of her friends saw the crude gesture. Brittney and her entourage stormed off, and I waved them away with self-satisfaction.

I returned to my vanity, picking out bottles and jars and palettes of Hot Topic-brand makeup. My tastes were simple, but refined. Unlike the baby blue and bubblegum that all the other girls wore, I understood the need for contrast. Where there is heat, you need cold; where there is light, there will be dark. White foundation, black lipstick. And, perhaps, a bit of eyeliner and some red eyeshadow for flare.

Black is an essential part of my wardrobe. It’s how I stand out from the mindless masses, how I tell the world that I’m not like other girls. I find variety through texture—lace for my corset, leather for my miniskirt, stitched canvas for my combat boots. Any colors I use are bright, but they’re carefully placed. Pink for my fishnets, red and purple highlights for my long ebony hair, neon bright like patterns on a poisonous frog.

The year 2006. My seventh and final year at Hogwarts. It was hard to believe I had made it this far—focusing on your studies isn’t easy when you’re always the center of attention. I had men tripping over their heels for me left and right, an intensely annoying phenomenon. I could spell it out for them a million times, that they could never handle me, that I don’t want to talk to preps and normies, and still they simper, my words like olive oil sliding off their brains. The fact that I was a vampire apparently wasn’t enough of a deterrent, nor was the hatred behind my icy blue eyes.

I walked outside, the cold air like a cooling balm against my pale skin. There was rarely any sun in Hogwarts during the winter months, the ideal environment for me. I was almost sad this was my last year. I took a deep breath, then walked out into the courtyard, with little more than a lacy parasol—black, like always—to shield me from the slush.

Once I reached the middle of the courtyard, I saw him. Draco Malfoy, standing in an adjacent walkway speaking to a few of his friends. Blond hair whipping in the wind, almost blending in with the frost. One of the few men at this school that I could tolerate. I recalled the day I met him, our first day in Potions class. The teacher spoke my full name when calling attendance, “Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” A mouthful, but one I owned with pride. He called the name of the boy sitting next to me, “Draco Malfoy.”

He turned to me once we broke off to work in groups. “Your last name is Way?” he said, a glint of curiosity in his captivating hazel eyes. A mischievous grin split his face, and he said, “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Gerard Way, would you?”

That wasn’t the first time I heard the comparison, but it was also how I knew Draco wasn’t like other guys. He was actually cool. “I wish,” I said, smiling for the first time that day. "because he's a major fucking hottie."

“You look more like Amy Lee,” he replied.

I was charmed. I couldn’t help it. “You can call me Ebony,” I replied. “Like my hair.”

He spotted me in the courtyard, and his hazel eyes lit up. “Hey, Ebony!” he said, waving eagerly.

I felt myself blush as he approached me. “What’s up Draco?”

A small breath escaped his lips, as the sound of my voice seemed to bring something out of him. A short burst of exhilaration, perhaps at hearing his name spoken on my lips. A shade of longing passed over his face, and he was suddenly shy. “Nothing,” he finally said, still staring at me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I paused, noticing my friend Willow behind him waving at me and calling my name. The bell for class rang, an infuriating interruption that made my stomach drop. Reluctantly, Draco and I parted ways.

END

hope you enjoyed this mania-fueled atrocity I've committed lmao

[twstbookclub]

In a different view

this is a continuation of Faded Away, but in a different POV, Sebek's side of the story. If you have not read Faded Away, please do so now by clicking HERE.

Summary: Sebek was always by their side. Watching as they went about life as the supposed future heir of the Draconia family, betrothed to Malleus. While he was used to watching, he could not help but wish acting was part of his role as well. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Sebek Zigvolt, Angst, Romance, Angst without a happy ending, Hurt, Hurt no comfort, a continuation Word count: 3,408

A/N: Please please PLEASE read the previous Malleus fic first if you wish to get the full context. While it is not needed, it does add a bit more to this story and why everything turned out the way it did, and why Sebek's POV is so important!

Thank you and enjoy!

He had mixed business with personal feelings. As a retainer for Malleus, he had to stay out of the way, but he couldn’t. You were so gorgeous to him, but he could never admit that. At least, not openly. He had always heard about you and your wonderful personality from Malleus, even his master being subtly mesmerized by your memory. He’d never seen this side of his idol before, which only made him curious about who you were, and he would find out.

You were happy to be around the castle during the springtime, especially in Malleus’ rose garden. The flowers and warm sun mixed with the cool air were some of the best parts of the season. You heard grass crunch from just a few meters away, and it caused you to turn around. You were met with a pair of sage green eyes.

The boy stood there in surprise, frozen in place with his hands to his sides. “It’s not what you think. I wasn’t following you—”

“Sebek, right?” You asked, smiling and looking confident in your answer. You hadn’t met all of Malleus’ main guards, but you were familiar with their names. “I hope I’m right. I was told Silver was named as such due to his hair, but you’re the half-human, half-fae Sebek Zigvolt.”

Sebek stood in place. He couldn’t look away from you. Your smile was as bright as the sky, and the flowers couldn’t compare to how you looked natural in this setting. “You’re correct. I–I apologize for not introducing myself sooner.”

You shook your head and laughed reassuringly. “There’s no need. I haven’t been outside as much as I want to. I’ve been spending most of my time in Malleus’ study or in my own home,” you said, approaching him and bowing slightly.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Malleus’ fiance,” you said warmly, your radiance never faltering. That glow around you made him more curious. He needed another moment with you, even for 5 minutes, to find out more.

Whenever he could, he’d talk to you and learn more about you. In the beginning, his conversations with you meant nothing. Although, the more you talked, the longer he would see you. The longer he saw you, the more he understood why his master was so hellbent on keeping you by his side.

Sebek gave it some thought—it made no sense to him. He would wake up and long for a way to look at you, talk to you, or just be in your presence. He wanted to be acknowledged by you, but one question would deter his mind into a questionable state.

One day, you were standing with Sebek in the kitchen. Your hands worked on a dish to present to Malleus as a belated birthday celebration. You knew that Malleus didn’t like big cakes, but you never knew the reason. You were decorating a cupcake instead, and you decided to make a homemade pint of ice cream.

You remembered Malleus talking about how the cooling sensation felt nice against his fire-breathing mouth. It was common for you to bring him ice cream every weekend when you two were children. You decided on mint, not only because it was cooling but because its greenish-teal color reminded you of your fiance.

Sebek was there to watch and help you in your task. He watched how you handled everything with care and precision. His eyes drank in the way you squeezed the piping bag with gentle hands; the way your own eyes lit up when you finished icing the cupcake; the way you placed the glass bowl down with your pinky cushioning its descent.

“I think Prince Malleus will enjoy this a lot,” he commented in a soft tone, which was unusual. Before you responded, the door to the kitchen opened.

“Enjoy what a lot?” Said the voice, and your gaze darted to Malleus who approached the counter with curiosity. “Oh—”

Sebek would look at you and instantly see you brighten at the sight of Malleus. “Malleus! Ugh, you couldn’t have stayed away from the kitchen until later?” You whined, giving a playful pout. “Now, why would I have to be restricted from visiting my own kitchen?” Malleus responded, then stopped when he saw the cupcake. “Hm? Who’s that for?” 

You sighed and presented the small plate to him. The cupcake was chocolate with white and green icing, then black sprinkles. You had a cheeky smile on your face and tilted your head. “If you would have waited like I wished, I could’ve brought both gifts to your study. Belated happy birthday.”

“Both gifts?” He asked, taking the dish from your hands. He knew you wanted to celebrate his birthday that you had missed, but he didn’t think it would be so simple.

You looked at Sebek and smiled. The expression snapped the boy out of his trance, watching how you and Malleus interacted. Sebek simply nodded and took out a pint-sized container. After that, he would move back and stand guard. You and Malleus were peaceful, making the moment playful by spreading ice cream and icing on each other’s faces.

His eyes took in every detail of your expressions, laugh, and playful attitude. He could never make you feel that way. How could he ever compare his love to the love you feel for Malleus?

How could he want his master’s praise when he became infatuated with you?

Sebek had no reason to deny his feelings. He disliked humans for their weakness, but you were a fae who endured becoming a mere pawn in a game of a predestined life. You never complained, not when he knew that you loved Malleus so much. Your love for him only grew more prominent every day.

It was wrong. This was his future king’s lifelong partner.

That’s why it was so surprising to watch it all crumble before him. He tried to call you from down the hall. Seeing you aimlessly amble without your usual radiance was concerning for him. You acted fine when he greeted you moments ago, but you looked pale and dull—like you had witnessed something horrifying.

He slowly followed you out of the castle to ensure you were alright. He froze, eyes slightly widening when you suddenly collapsed in the snowy forest.

You were crying. Why? What could make someone as strong as you cry? Your shrill, gut-wrenching screams made the birds in the trees fly away from fright. What happened? You always noticed his presence, but you couldn’t even look at him this time.

Your body hunched over as your bare fingers dug into the snow-covered ground. Malleus told him how much the first snow meant to you, even advising him and Silver about not bothering you when the dust would begin to fall.

What could he even do this time? He wanted to help, but he couldn’t disobey his master. He felt weak, like a human. 

Screw this.

Before he realized it, Sebek brought you back up as gently as possible. He was still bewildered, not knowing what was okay to do now. He never had to comfort someone before, and he was usually abrasive with others, but he couldn’t be that way with you. Your eyes landed on him, then your hands clung to his clothes. He understood that you just needed a shoulder to cry on. He didn’t know what else to do, so he carried you to a safe place to relieve your sorrows.

When you calmed down, Sebek sat at a distance from you and waited. Waited as quietly as he could. Once you had a steady breathing pattern, he finally spoke.

“Why were you acting that way?”

You could only look up at Sebek with gloomy eyes, taking a deep breath to explain how Maleficia called off the engagement; how Malleus protested against the queen about having to marry another. You explained to him how you accepted it without a complaint and with a smile.

“He always rejected me, anyway. Maybe his new fiance will change him.”

Sebek was met with doubt. He was dumbfounded at what he was told. Speechless, even. He felt guilty, but he left you alone to rest in his bed for the night and even left you a change of clothing after your bath.

You could only appreciate his kindness and bid him a good night. “May the Seven be with you, Sebek.”

After a few days, Sebek stood before the doors to Malleus’ study, contemplating whether to talk about what he had been told. He thought about it, vividly remembering your tear-stained face. He felt guilty once again. He secretly enjoyed having you cry in his bed and talk to him about the situation these past few days. He wanted you in his arms again. He wanted you to need him for comfort.

“What am I even doing?” He asked himself. He had every reason to. Since he became a retainer for Malleus, he never doubted or went against his master. It amazed him just how much a person can change because of another, someone loved and cared for.

Sigh.

Enough stalling. He had to talk to Malleus. Sebek opened the door, yet he instantly stopped at the sight of Malleus, Maleficia, and the rulers of another kingdom gathered together.

There was another woman. Why did this woman feel familiar, yet so foreign?

His master was on one knee and holding the hand of that woman. The green eyes of the master he adored met Sebek’s own. All he could do was stare at her, whose hand was held by Malleus as if he were proposing. That wasn’t what caught Sebek’s attention, though.

She was standing and smiling like you. Her eyes sparkled like yours. Her beauty was mesmerizing, but she wasn’t you in the slightest.

Was disbelief even the right word?

Just days ago, he learned about Maleficia forcing Malleus into a different marriage, leaving you to fend for yourself despite being his fiance since childhood. Now, there he was, already starting to forget about you.

“Sebek,” Malleus spoke, curious as to why his retainer suddenly arrived. “Is something the matter?”

Sebek jumped at hearing his name be called, snapping him out of his trance. He looked at his master and instead put on a focused look, bowing his head. “No, Prince Malleus. I simply wanted to speak to you, but I shall wait.”

“No need. Whatever you have to say to me,” Malleus paused, looking at the family before him with a smile, “you can say it in front of them as well. They’ll be part of this lineage soon.”

Sebek’s eyes widened. He accepted the change? “I cannot. I apologize. Excuse me,” he said, leaving before hearing anything else.

It took months before Sebek could speak to Malleus, but the engagement was known, and the wedding was less than 24 hours away from now.

Sebek stood outside in the courtyard, just behind Malleus, as he watched his master lean back against a stone pillar. Malleus would look up at the stars in the night. The pillar was the last place he spent time with you, and the last time he would ever see you.

Sebek took a breath and stayed at ease, noticing how Malleus looked content and calm. How could he even look like that? Sebek would take his expressions as one of a man in love. Assuming that his master was in love with his new fiance, that is.

“Master Malleus,” Sebek blurted out, getting restless from the silence.

“How are they?” Malleus asked, still staring up at the night sky. Malleus stayed calm, but that contentedness didn’t last long. He grew slightly somber, still guilty from the events of months prior to the present day.

The half-fae was surprised, but he didn’t show it much. Instead, Sebek looked at the ground, fully letting go of his demeanor as royal guard, and spoke to Malleus as his friend.

“Not good. I can’t even fathom the events that have transpired. I learned what it means to be someone’s support due to the circumstances.”

“I see…” Malleus whispers, then he looks at Sebek. “It’s hurting you to see them this way, right? Believe me, I did not choose this.”

“I know. I am fully aware. I was told vague details, but it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. Did you fight for them?” Sebek asked, looking at Malleus after.

“I did. They decided to accept the change, even after I pleaded.” 

“That didn’t mean you should’ve given up.”

Malleus began to chuckle, and then it turned into a laugh. Sebek was surprised once again, confused about why the hell he was laughing.

“Give up?” Malleus started, still laughing but only speaking again after being able to calm down. “I never wanted that. You don’t know what I wanted.”

Sebek grew irritated but he kept his composure, needing a damn answer. “Then, what did you want?”

Malleus leaned against the stone pillar and took a deep breath, not wanting to erupt into an outburst. "I wanted everything. They were my everything for so long. I never asked for things in life, but they were the only person I had always wanted to stay with."

"You can still say something. The wedding is tomorrow. Why won't you say something!? Are you so fond of your future wife that you want to push them away as if they didn't exist—!"

"What do you know!? I am haunted by my future wife. She acts just like them!” Malleus yelled, sounding frustrated.

“She has the same mannerisms, and moves just as elegantly as they did... But my bride is not them. I can't have them. To protect you all, I have to let go of them."

"Screw protecting us!” Sebek yelled back, getting closer to Malleus, his mind going into overdrive. “We are here to protect you, not the other way around!"

"No! I will not put this kingdom through war.” Malleus was stern and cold, different than he had ever been before. “Why are you trying to push them to me? You're only hurting your own heart, Sebek."

Sebek was shocked. This Malleus was not the one the boy had idolized for years. This love was turning the people he cared for most into strangers. "What do you mean?"

"Look at me and tell me you are not in love with my past lover. That is why you wish to fix this. If they are not happy, you are not happy either. I know that exact feeling,” Malleus stated, oddly confident about his words.

He did know that exact feeling. Sebek could see it, too. The eyes showed a lot of emotion and, as Sebek kept eye contact with his master, he could see the sorrow and regret behind the darkness of those once bright green eyes.

Sebek had to choose his words carefully. He could see how one more push could send Malleus’ over the edge. "Even if that is the case, they love you, Malleus. Not me, but you. My love for them will never compare to the love they have harbored for years with you. Do you not feel the same?"

Malleus stayed quiet. He needed to think. He had to reject everything. "I cannot love someone that is no longer mine. That is the truth,” he said, then they both heard footsteps against the concrete path.

They turned around and saw you there. Malleus was surprised at the sight of your figure coming closer. “You—”

“I wish to no longer see any conflict in regards to this situation,” you said softly, then you looked at Sebek.

“Thank you for trying to fight for me. I do not think it is necessary to do so now. It is pointless. Your words and breath are wasted in a situation that cannot be changed.” 

“But—”

“Prince Malleus,” you whisper, cutting Sebek off to look at the draconic fae beside you. “Do remember that your bride is moving into the castle a few days after the wedding.”

Malleus went silent at the mention of his fiance. His heart was hurting in a bothersome way. Why couldn’t he love you? He hated this, but he had a kingdom to take care of.

“As for myself,” you started, still staring at Malleus, “I am fine. No need to worry about me. We have done everything together since we were small children. I have loved you with every fiber of my being without fail. If you love me the same, you will marry your bride tomorrow and—”

Sebek’s eyes widened in the middle of the silence. Do his eyes deceive him?

Malleus was kissing the person Sebek loved so much. Malleus is getting married tomorrow, but he was kissing you in the same spot that changed everything that day. Your own eyes were shocked but soon closed to enjoy the sensation, your body as still as a statue.

Malleus held your waist close to him to keep you there. His lips were firmly pressed against yours, and he wouldn’t let go for a while. Sebek couldn’t look away from the scene in front of him. He had been able to endure everything. 

Not being loved by you. Not being able to make you smile or laugh. The pain was creeping up on him, witnessing the love you and Malleus had for one another despite the situation left him shattered. He felt bad for you. He could see that this was the only time this would happen. So, out of respect, he looked away.

Not only out of respect but to spare himself the pain of watching any longer.

Once Malleus pulled away, you opened your eyes and blurted out the next words that came to your mind, “I will not go to your wedding. I will spare myself that pain. I won’t lose you if I don’t witness you leave. As long as I believe you chose to leave and haven’t left my grasp, then I will be fine.”

Malleus let out a chuckle and let you go. “Good. Then, as long as you don’t see me giving myself away, I’m still truly yours.” 

You nodded in agreement and bowed your head, then looked at Sebek. “Then, this is goodbye. No—that’s too bitter,” you said playfully, looking at Malleus again and taking his hand one last time.

“It is simply ‘see you later’,” Sebek responded, looking at the two of you with a small smile. “Good luck.”

You nodded again and let go of Malleus’ hand before walking away. Your smile dropped once they could no longer see your face.

After a couple of years, Malleus’ coronation was successful, and Sebek was looking around for his master around the ballroom floor. After a few minutes of searching, he only found Malleus on the balcony, but he was with you. You came to the coronation. 

Sebek watched as you and Malleus stared into each other’s eyes, the obvious longing for one another still present. He noticed how you looked so different. Your eyes that sparkled were dull before, but they sparkled like stars once you set your eyes on the new king.

You were angelic and carefree to Sebek. He liked all sides of you, but this one only hurt him.

“You were a wonderful experience.” 

Sebek heard Malleus speak, but then he quickly had to hide when someone called for Malleus. He watched as they dragged their king away and left you alone.

“You were… everything.”

You said that, thinking you were alone. Sebek only realized that the time you spent away from Malleus did nothing. He could tell that Malleus was the same way. He slowly stepped out and looked at you, concern prominent on his face.

“Sebek…” You said quietly, your eyes dulling once again. 

Sebek had fallen in love with the person he couldn’t have. He knew it was taboo, especially since they were the person that his master loved so much, but it’s not like he’d ever reveal it. His body took over for a moment and when he came back to his senses, he had his arm wrapped around you in a hug. 

To Sebek, the person in front of him was like a candle. Bright, full of many chances and changes, but even those have a limit. Now, this lovely candle had burned out and would never have the ability to light up again.

[angrycowboydreamland]

"I think...I can love you."

Villan paused, eyebrows knitted together.

"What do you mean you can?"

Hero looked across the city's skyline. The sun's rays reflected yellow, pinks, and orange tones across the buildings. Hero smiled, taking in the view. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the light.

"What I mean is that I see what you dont." Hero said.

He turned back to Villan. His smile deepened.

"I see a partner, someone who understands me." Hero explained. "Someone who understands what my life is truly like."

Villan opened his mouth to speak and then stopped.

"I see a friend," Hero explained. "And as something potential."

"You view me as a project." Villans voice was low and gruff.

"No," Hero shook his head. "I see you as my friend. You've been there for me since forever. You mean more to me than you'll ever know."

Hero studied Villans face. He gazed over every detail. How Villan eyes were full of so much emotion, but his face remained cool. Hero saw the conflict with wanting to believe his words and the fear of Hero living. Hero wished he could do something to soothe Villan to make Villan understand that Hero did care.

"I don't agree with your work or what you do," Hero said.

Villan looked away.

"But I still care for you unconditionally."

"I like how you like sugar in your coffee, I like how you are nice to service workers. I like it when you are sick and watch rom com movies with me, despite believing thier bullshit. I enjoyed it when you did my laundry when I'm injured even when I didn't ask you to. I see how you always give me the best parts of dishes without taking food first for yourself." Hero continued.

Hero swallowed. "I see how kind you are when children talk to you. I know that your favorite color is yellow because it gives you hope. I know that you hate it when it rains because you don't like getting wet. I-"

Hero looked away, his sentence trailing off.

"And I want to get to know you more." He said.

When he looked back up, Villan was staring up at him eyes wide.

"I... didn't realize you knew that much about me." Villan said.

"Do you really want to know me more? How could you love me?" Villan asked.

"Villan," Hero said. "If only you knew how much I want to."

[sirfrogsworth]

I am only 3 minutes and 8 seconds into Rebel Moon and it is already gorgeous to look at and it already has some annoying Zach Snyder shit going on.

The man cannot get out of his own way.

He actually reminds me a bit of George Lucas. In the original trilogy he had his wife (at the time) save Star Wars in the edit, then he hired writers and directors for Empire and RoTJ to manifest his story and vision. There was always someone to pull him back and keep him from going FULL LUCAS.

I mean, whoever convinced him to truncate "Adventures of Luke Starkiller, as taken from the Journal of the Whills, Saga I: The Star Wars" deserves half of his net worth.

But in the prequel trilogy, George was the boss. He wrote everything. He directed everything. And there are bits that are just wonderful spectacle and genius world building. But there was no one preventing him from going FULL LUCAS and suddenly we have Jar Jar and Hayden Christensen trying to make the hatred of sand seem interesting.

With 300, Zach was unproven and had to be careful. He couldn't unleash and go FULL SNYDER. He made something unique that no one had ever seen and even though in hindsight the color grading looks a bit crunchy and we realized there wasn't much of a story, the sheer novelty impressed a lot of people—me included. It was a super enjoyable popcorn movie experience at the time and showed great potential. The man knew how to make shit look cool, no doubt about it.

But then his ego got pumped to massive proportions and studios gave him a blank check and full creative control. He still made some really cool looking shit, but that novelty wore off and the lacking storytelling skills started rearing their ugly head.

I wonder if Sucker Punch would be tolerable if you put it on mute, enjoyed the pretty pictures, and maybe played Pink Floyd's "The Wall" along with it.

I don't know if a movie ever went as FULL SNYDER as that one and it revealed he could really use someone to pull him back.

If Zach Snyder were to ever find a lamp with a genie inside, his first wish should just be self awareness.

[alumbianchronicler]

EctoberHaunt - Oct. 6 Tabletop

Wes Weston finds a peculiar 20-sided die at the local game store that seems to roll unnervingly accurately. Unfortunately, "be careful what you wish for" apparently applies to dice rolls, and even after he tries to get rid of it, he continues to see the ominous numbers at the edge of his vision.

Warnings: Shark bite?

Crossover: na

(I'm giving myself the full weekends to do the Friday single-prompts, so this one's a bit later than the 6th itself)

Most game stores have a bowl of mixed dice, priced to a certain amount each, allowing one to mix and match or supplement with a specific kind they need.

Usually, the mixed dice aren’t anything special, but Wes still enjoyed looking through them. Especially when his brother was taking way too long figuring out what miniatures he wanted to buy.

Most of the dice today weren't out of the usual. Solid, bright colors. Occasional swirled resin.  One or two with glitter.  And… one bright-green d20 that shimmered translucently as he shifted the others aside to look at it.

Picking it up, he held it to the light and realized that the inside of the die appeared to be liquid, swirling gently as he moved it around. This one… this was cool.

Glancing over at Kyle, who was still debating between two variants of miniature dragons, he decided to go ahead and make the purchase. A few minutes later, he was waiting outside the game store, paper bag in hand containing one very cool d20.

He pulled it out, looking it over more closely in the sunlight. The liquid inside was a nearly-uniform green, the movement as the die shifted marked only by slight changes in reflection and weight, and occasional changes in translucence. The outside of the die appeared to be a hard resin, or perhaps glass, though he wasn’t sure how someone would go about making a glass die like this one. Still, it was beautiful, and would be a good addition to his roster.

Wes seated himself on the sidewalk to wait. His brother was still inside, and he didn't have much to do in the meantime.  He could test out the new d20... Get a sense for how it rolled.

He spread the paper bag flat on the cement, then rolled the die onto it.  Let's suppose... it would correlate to how long he would have to wait out here. Higher, a better outcome and shorter time. Lower, a worse outcome, and longer time.

The die rolled an 18.

Well, that was pretty good.

Wes stood, looking into the game shop. Kyle was currently paying for whatever miniature he had decided on. Not bad, die.  He slipped the die into his pocket, joining Kyle as he finally came outside.

“Took you long enough,” Wes complained.

“I had to make sure I was getting the right one! It has to fit the vibe.”

Wes shook his head. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get home; I’m cooked.”

“You’re the one who came outside to wait.”

“And you’re the one who couldn’t make a quick decision if a ghost was threatening your life.”

“Ghosts aren’t real, Wes.”

They bantered back and forth on the way home, walking the few blocks it took to get there. The afternoon was still, a time of day that rarely saw ghostly activity, and they got back without incident.

Once upstairs in his room, Wes pulled out the die and set it on his desk. The roll for Kyle’s timing at the game store had been an amusing coincidence, and it was nearly enough to attribute a superstitious personality to the liquid-filled object.

Because whether one was superstitious or not, dice had personalities. That was just how it was.

Of course, most people would say that Wes Weston is a superstitious person. His general bent toward “conspiracy theories” fueled the perception, but he knew that he was simply more aware of the truth than most.

It wasn’t his fault the city was too oblivious to both notice and believe the similarities between Danny Fenton and Phantom.

And it wasn’t a conspiracy theory if it was true.

Anyway, he had homework he had to finish before class tomorrow, and he could probably get most of it finished before dinner if he started working on it now.

He wondered how difficult it was going to be…

Maybe…

Sitting at his desk, he reached over and picked up the new die, rolling it across the page of math homework.

4

Ouch.

Well, no reason to believe the die was right, right?

Two hours and with only the math homework finished, he had to admit that the die had, indeed, been right again.

This worksheet sucked.

Leaning back, Wes groaned and stretched. At least it was done now, even if he still had the rest of his classwork to do after dinner. That’s what he got for procrastinating, he guessed.

~~~

Monday morning came far too early.

If anyone in this stupid town trusted wishes, he would have wished for another three hours of sleep, but as it was, he was just going to have to deal with dragging himself downstairs and off to school.

On a whim, he tucked the new d20 in his pocket. If nothing else, it would be something to fidget with in class. Something to focus on that wasn’t the ticking of the clock, or Dash’s too-loud breathing, or Danny’s pencil tapping on his desk, or… well, one of half a million other sounds it seemed he could never quite tune out.

And apparently he wasn’t the only one who had had trouble with the math homework, as when they were asked to bring forth any questions about it, half the class immediately raised their hands. That made him feel a little better about how long it had taken, and he was in decent spirits by the time he made it to his locker between classes.

Curious, he pulled out the die. How was the rest of the day going to go?

14.

Huh. Not bad. Not phenomenal, but it was technically above average, so he would take it.

The next class (gym) went smoothly, and the rest of the day after that. It was ok. Not phenomenal, but not bad, which once again matched the die’s roll.

Halfway through last period, he noticed Fenton stiffen. Damn. Here it comes…

“Mr. Lancer? Can I…”

“Yes, Mr. Fenton, you can go to the bathroom.” Mr. Lancer didn’t even look up from his book, though the rest of the class had paused in their own readings and were glancing at each other.

Because even if they didn’t consciously realize it, they all knew at some level that when Danny left the class, ghostly chaos wasn’t long behind.

And, as if on cue a minute later, through the wall came a pair of Ectopi (Ectopuses?), pursued by Phantom himself.

To the class’s credit (or perhaps not, depending on who you asked), no one panicked. Hardly anyone really reacted at all, as by the time they were able to assess the situation enough to gauge whether the Ectopuses were going to attack them, the creatures and Phantom had all barreled through the opposite wall to outside.

Wes frowned, watching the fight outside the window even as the rest of the class went back to reading.

What if…

He rolled the d20 around in his pocket. So far… it had been accurate. What if…

He set his book flat on his desk and, as quietly as he could, rolled the die across it. What if he brought the class’s attention to Phantom now? Would he succeed in getting them to believe he was really Fenton?

20.

Wes’ heart pounded. A 20. This was his chance.

Standing up, he went to the window, looking out.

The Ectopuses had been joined by what looked like a ghostly shark wreathed in electric energy. Sparks scattered from its jaws as it flew through the air, seeking an opening to grip onto the ghost-boy’s limbs.

“Mr. Weston. Please return to your seat,” came the tired voice of Mr. Lancer.

“Look.”

“For the last time, Mr. Weston. No matter how much we watch Phantom, he is not going to magically transform into…”

“No,” Wes said more firmly, scowling and gesturing for people to come see. “Look.”

Outside, the Ectopuses had managed to cling to Phantom’s arms, restraining him enough for the shark to get an opening to bite down on the ghost-boy’s leg.

Arcs of electricity flowed over Phantom’s leg and up his body.

Somewhere, the screeching of the Fenton’s Ghost Assault Vehicle could be heard approaching.

Phantom screamed.

Chairs and desks scraped as the class stormed to the window.

There was a bright flash of white, and then… Fenton, outside, unconscious with his leg still in the jaws of the ghost shark.

The Fenton’s GAV screeched to a halt, Mrs. Fenton jumping out with a shout, already shooting some sort of anti-ghost weapon.

She hit one of the Ectopuses, and it and the other fled. The ghost-shark released Danny and turned to her, only to be hit with another blast, then a Thermos beam.

Which left only Danny, motionless on the grass. Red blood with flecks of green was quickly soaking his otherwise-unmarred pants leg.

The class was silent.

The die had rolled true. The whole class knew who Phantom was, and Wes was finally vindicated.

Why did he feel so sick?

~~~

The Fentons were shouting. Something about their son being possessed. About Phantom having taken over his body and using it for whatever nefarious plan they thought Phantom was up to.

Wes’s throat felt tight, breath difficult. He did this.

No.

No, he did not do this. This was… it was the die’s fault. Not his.

He watched as Mr. Lancer left the classroom to go out and help the Fentons staunch their son’s bleeding.

That was good, right? That they were bandaging him. That they wanted to take him home and help him…

It was a good thing.

And he, Wes Weston, was right all along.

Still, something about the situation felt sour to Wes. He crossed back to his desk, picking up the die.

“How well are Danny’s parents going to take this?” he muttered, the realization of just what it meant for them to know Phantom’s identity finally dawning on him. He rolled the die.

12.

Ok. Not… horrific? Not passing for most checks, but… not a critical failure.

Danny would be ok, and none of this was Wes’s fault.

The die, though… Maybe it was all just superstition after all. Maybe it was just coincidence that it seemed to roll so perfectly. Still. This was Amity Park, and maybe it wasn’t coincidence, and this was actually some sort of cursed ghostly artifact.

Either way, he was getting rid of it.

Class was dismissed early, due to the severe ghost-caused injury delivered to Danny Fenton.  The students were already talking about the incident as Wes went to his locker, and he caught more than a few glances thrown toward him.

He didn’t engage.

Normally, he would be ecstatic by something like this. Finally vindicated, with the “I told you so” ready on his lips. But he couldn’t ignore the feeling of the die resting like a lead weight in his pocket, and the increasing sense of something is going to go wrong weighing on him.

He threw the die into a river on the way home.

Occupied by his own thoughts, he barely paid attention to the cluster of Ghost Investigation Ward agents at the park.  His only thought was a passing wonder of how they would react if (when) they found out about Danny.  He didn’t notice at all the small, shifting number in the corner of his vision, landing on a 2.

~~~

Danny wasn’t in class for the rest of the week. According to Mr. Lancer, who had spoken with the Fentons, the ecto-shark bite wasn’t life threatening, and they were doing everything they could to help Danny heal, as well as “purge the ghostly contamination left by Phantom after he fled their son’s body.”

That was… concerning.

Could they… get rid of the Phantom half of Danny? Were they separate beings, or two halves of the same? Would getting rid of the ectoplasm leave Danny something like a zombie? Or would it kill him outright.

Wes didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, and judging by the nervous looks and unwillingness to talk about Danny at all, his classmates didn’t either.

Sam and Tucker refused to talk about it to anyone else, even if they threw plenty of sour looks at Wes between muttered planning between them.

He wondered how well their rescue attempt was going to go...

17

Wes blinked. The small white number remained at the edge of his vision for several seconds before fading away.

No.

He got rid of that stupid thing!

He couldn’t still be…

No.

It was just… worry. Worry and a lack of sleep and… it was Friday. He could lurk around Fentonworks tonight and make sure everything was alright, and then sleep rest of the weekend away with no guilt on his conscience. It wasn’t his fault. Someone would have seen Phantom shift to Fenton even if he hadn’t called them to the window.

Right?

Turning his attention resolutely back to his worksheet, Wes ignored his classmates for the rest of the class period.

After school, Wes hurried back to his house. He had preparations to make, and he wanted to have everything ready before it fully got dark.

Camera, film not digital, since ghosts didn’t show up well on digital media. Dark track-suit, covering as much of his body as possible.

Miscellaneous possibly-useful objects ranging from a pocketknife to a flashlight to a small handful of marbles, packed into a small black backpack.

Not that it was his fault, but if Danny was being drained of ectoplasm or whatever the heck the Fentons thought they needed to do to “cure” him, then it was at least Wes’ obligation to make sure he didn’t die.

Or… something like that.

He and Danny had never been friends. Acquaintances, sure. Classmates. But never friends. And after Wes had seen him transform once and been unable to let go of the knowledge that sarcastic, quiet, clumsy Fenton was also sassy, confident, competent Phantom, Wes was pretty sure the other kid saw him as an annoyance at best, and at worst? An enemy.

Which, Wes considered as he slipped on his backpack as darkness fell, wasn’t terribly off the mark.

Really.

Even if it was definitely the die’s fault, and not Wes’, the truth was that Wes had been trying to expose Danny for the better part of two years.

And why?

Just because no one else believed him. It had become almost a compulsion. An obsession to get someone, anyone to admit that Wes was right.

And now… the whole class knew. Mr. Lancer knew. The Drs. Fenton knew.

And the GIW?

If they didn’t know, they would before too long.

The lead-weight feeling in his stomach increased.

If the Fentons in whatever misguided well-meaning actions they may be taking were a threat to Danny, then how much more would the GIW be?

4

Oh.

Right.

He was still seeing the stupid die rolls.

And that was… a bad one.

Making sure his camera was secure in its case, Wes slipped through Amity Park, climbing fences where he needed to and avoiding yards with dogs with the ease of long practice.

After all, he didn’t know as much as he did about everyone by sitting in his room all night.

He heard the trio before he reached Fentonworks.

“Here, Danny, just… sit down for a minute.” Tucker.

“We don’t have time to rest, Tucker. We need to get him somewhere safer.” Sam.

“I’m fine, guys. I’m just… tired.” And that was Danny. He certainly sounded tired, his voice hoarse and weak. Peaking out through some bushes, he spotted the two crossing the yard across the street from him.

Danny was walking under his own impetus, but barely, with Sam and Tucker on either side, supporting him.

The fact that they needed to get somewhere fast but Phantom wasn’t flying them didn’t bode well for Danny’s state.

“I can’t believe your own parents...” Sam started, vitriol in her tone.

“Don’t, Sam,” came Danny’s quiet reply. “They… thought they were helping me.  I’ll be ok.  I… think they understand it now.”

“They tried to separate your ectoplasm from your body,” Sam hissed. “They tried killing you, for real this time.”

“You’ve killed me, Sam, it’s not that special.”

Sam made a sound that may have been either guilt or anger. Wes really wished he could ask about that, but now was definitely not the time.

“Hey, guys.  Listen to this,” Tucker said. He had something held in his hand, likely a phone or PDA, the screen glowing in the darkness. He did something on it and what sounded like radio communication came through.

“Agent O to Agent K. The Fentons are proving troublesome. Requesting additional aid in subduing and questioning them concerning target PH-01.”

“Agent K to Agent O. Acknowledged.”

Wes frowned. That was… if he wasn’t mistaken, that sounded like the GIW. They had gone to Fentonworks, probably looking for Danny.  And the Fentons… did they give Danny and the others a chance to escape?

If they did… were they ok?

Danny wasn’t in any state to be fighting the GIW right now, and as much as Wes hated to admit to any responsibility by his hands, perhaps if he hadn’t been so vocal about Danny’s identity for so long, word of Phantom being Fenton wouldn’t have spread quite so quickly.

Dice roll involved or not, he was going to make sure the GIW didn’t find these three.

So.

First.

Get to Fentonworks and make sure the GIW couldn’t spread out across the entire city.

18.

Ok, no trouble getting there.

Wes peered across at Fentonworks, taking a few pictures clearly showing the half a dozen white vans parked outside the building.

He wondered if they bothered with a… ok, no, that was a stupid thing to wonder.  Of course they wouldn’t have bothered with a warrant.  He bet they didn't have parking permits, either.

Wes pulled out the pocketknife he had packed.

Tire slashing time.

His dad was going to kill him if he ever found out.

14.

It was a close one.

Wes got through five of the six vans before he had to duck back into the shadows of the neighboring shrubbery to avoid being seen as three more vans came around the corner, parking next to the others and effectively blocking any traffic from passing by on the street.

He held his breath as they got out, collecting bags of equipment from the back of the new vans and then heading inside.

Thankfully, they were unobservant as to the vandalism that had already occurred, and failed to notice the slashed tires.

Once they were inside, Wes slipped back out to finish the job on the now four remaining vans.

Ok.

What now?

Fentonworks was a veritable mad science lair, even from the outside, and Wes was sure the adults of the house had even more thoroughly fitted the inside with technology and questionable experiments.

He did not want to go inside.

But he was going to.

He turned to slip around toward the back of the house, eyeing the walls and windows for the best place to gain entry.

There.

Time to climb.

16.

He was halfway up to one of the second-story windows when the building shuddered. Clinging to the metal scaffolding (which he was not going to wonder about), he half expected an explosion, but the lack of sound to match the building’s shifting made him look up.

And up.

The Ops center. He forgot that the Fentons had turned the stupid eyesore on the top of their house into a blimp. (And people thought someone being able to turn into a ghost at will was too much to believe…)

It lifted gracefully into the sky, seemingly undeterred by the flashes of ecto-weaponry shot at it by the agents swarming the roof below it.

A few moments later, shouting broke out from the direction of the vans. Undoubtedly the GIW had realized the sabotage when they went to follow the Fentons' blimp.

Moving quickly, Wes climbed the last few meters and rolled into an open window.

The room he found himself in was trashed.

Judging by the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, it was Danny’s bedroom.

The rest of the room looked like it had been quickly ransacked with no care for the objects within. A lego spaceship lay scattered in pieces on the floor, and the entire mattress had been tossed aside, the bedding bundled in a pile half under it.

But there wasn’t blood or ectoplasm splattered all over, so… that was good? Right?

Anyway, with the Ops center gone, presumably with the Fenton parents flying it, and the GIW vans sabotaged, he needed to get out of here.

2.

He went back to the window and peered out. A pair of white-suited agents stood outside.

Wes swore to himself. Of course they would be looking for the saboteur.

Alright. Guess he was staying in the house until the agents realized there wasn’t anyone out there and left.

6.

… well that wasn’t good.

Red lights descended from the ceiling and turned on, matched by a siren nearly drowning out Maddie Fenton’s voice speaking, “Ghost Alarm Activated.  The Fenton Security System is offline.  Please prepare for evacuation of the immediate area due to Ghost Attack.”

Great.

Outside, he heard the GIW agents yelling, then the shudder of the front door slamming open.

That’s fine. That’s… fine. He can use this distraction to escape through the window, and the GIW can deal with whatever ghost was in the house.

He looked outside again, relieved to see the agents gone from sight. Slipping out the window, he started climbing down.

18.

So far so good.

The alarms turned off. There was no more yelling. Not even the sound of the GIW agents storming around inside.

Wes jumped the last several feet to the ground and ran toward the edge of the yard. He had to get out of here before anyone noticed him.

1.

Shit.

His surroundings were suddenly blotted out by a dark mass of roiling shadows, a white, grinning mask filling his vision before he lost consciousness.

~~~

“Wes Weston.”

The voice was little more than a whispered hiss, like the ocean pulling away from a beach’s sand before another wave rolls in.

“I have been looking for you.”

There was nothing to see except inky darkness, swirling somehow even without light to distinguish it. “What? Why?” Wes asked.

“Well. Not for you, per se, but for an object of mine which you have found.”

Of course the die was a stupid cursed ghostly artifact. “I threw it in the river.”

The ghost laughed, and the darkness pulled together to form a roiling, shadowed body. The face of the being resolved into a white mask, horns curving back from their head. Within the depths of their body, Wes could see stars sparkling.

It bent down, lifting Wes’s chin with one finger as it brought its face closer.

“You know better than that, little Seer,” it spoke. “The object is still with you, is it not?  Surely you have noticed, as you do so many other things.”

The numbers. Wes blinked and swallowed, trying to look away. There wasn’t anything else around him except the void-bodied entity.

The ghost held out its other hand, palm up. “I would see my die returned.”

This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. This was… a dream. Wes was dreaming, and this ghost was in his dream, and if he was dreaming… then by dream logic, could he actually hand over the die’s influence?  Could he get rid of the stupid thing for good?

With the realization came a surge of relief, and he tried to focus on how the die had felt in his hand, the weight and edges of it.

And suddenly, it was there.

Wes placed the object in the ghost’s hand.

It smiled and released him, the mask shifting unnervingly. “I appreciate your cooperation.”

It straightened, peering down at Wes from easily twice his height. “There are few enough humans able to see truth so clearly as you, child.  I will return.”

That… was ominous. Way too ominous. Wes was about to ask what the hell the ghost meant by that, but he found himself unable to speak, and the ghost vanished.

Wes woke in his bed. He didn’t know how he got back there, but with the amount of weirdness that was present in Amity Park, that wasn’t the most worrisome part of this whole mess.

By the end of the day, he had developed the pictures he had taken the night before.

The ghosthunting trio. The white GIW vans.

So the night before hadn’t been erased at all, even if he didn’t have any numbers floating in his vision anymore.

Which meant… the dream had been real, too.

And he had no idea what that ghost was or what it wanted or if Danny had managed to deal with it.

Or if Danny and the Fentons were ok.

He went downstairs for dinner, and nearly cried in relief when the live news feed showed Phantom chasing down and containing the Box Ghost. The ghost boy looked exhausted, but he was alive, and he didn’t have any obvious injuries.

When asked about the previous week’s ghost-shark incident, Phantom gave a story about having been fighting the ghost-shark and accidentally colliding with high schooler Danny Fenton. Due to a combination of the shark’s electrical attack and Fenton’s high ecto-contamination, he had been briefly stuck within the kid’s body.

It was a blatant lie.

Wes found that he didn’t care.

He didn’t think he wanted people to believe him anymore; not if it meant that sinking, terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Wes didn’t dream that night, nor the next.

He wasn’t sure whether that was terrifying or relieving.

The next Monday at school, he locked eyes with Danny in the hallway. For several long moments, they stared at each other, as if each wondered if the other was going to say something.

Danny broke the tableau first, coming up to him and dropping a small, lumpy leather bag in his hand. “You’re an idiot, Weston, you know that?”

“What?”

Danny scoffed and didn’t bother replying, turning away and heading to class before Wes could reply.

That was… infuriating, but Wes honestly couldn’t argue.

He opened the leather bag and dumped its contents into his hand. It was dice. An entire set of bright green, glass dice with varying numbers of sides, each filled with a shimmering, shifting liquid.

A piece of off-white paper fell out next, with shimmering purple-inked script. “The next roll is yours, Seer ~Nocturn”

If he thought it would actually get rid of them, he would have flushed the dice right then.  Instead, he dumped them back in the bag and shoved them into his backpack, resolutely resolving not to think about them again. Ever. Again.

Yeah, he didn't believe that either.

[tau1tvec]

Hello, I adore your creations, your sims are literally the cutest, full of personality and I just, ugh. And I am always in awe of your build/buy skills. Speaking of: Do you have any tips on building/decorating in the sims 3? I wish I could customize my game as well you have, but I always feel overwhelmed when I try to build anything, even when I am just making over a lot. Where do you get inspiration?

Ty. 🥺💕

I don’t rlly build, but I did graduate from The Sims 2 School of Overly Cluttered Kitchen Counters. Depending on which game you’re playing however, you should probably be choosey about what and how much CC you use. 😆

Mostly I get inspired by things I see irl, my mom’s home and the homes of her friends, and ppl I knew down in Texas for example, inspired Isa’s grandma’s house quite a bit. I’ll also look to movies a lot for ideas, especially kitchens and dining areas, bc they’re always so full of life, sights and smells, and I’m definitely the type of person who feels it’s the center of a home where friends and loved ones gather most.

Now as for using that inspiration and applying it to buy/build, I think knowing the sim(s) you’re decorating for first helps a lot. Considering it is their space, their likes and dislikes, living habits ( whether they’re cleanly or can tolerate a little mess ), favorite colors and styles, and their income even can help you paint a better picture of what you want out of the spaces they’ll inhabit.

When it comes to things like colors, and lighting, play with both. Cooler colors for a more sterile feel, and warmer colors for something more cozy. Floor, table and wall lights tend to set a better mood than ceiling lights, but cieling lights can have their purpose in places like kitchens and garages to isolate the center of them. Light coming through the windows is a great way to add a bit of realism, and invite the outside in, esp when it’s sun shining or raining. Turn down the lights in your sim’s home, or turn some off completely to draw attention to a few specific spots in a room. Play with textures, and if you’re playing The Sims 3, don’t stick to the Misc pattern section, try out different fabrics or throw in some marble, metal and leathers. Rugs and curtains are just as useful as plants when trying to get a room to feel “full”. So are little purely decorative details like light switches, and heating/cooling units. Lastly, wonderful as clutter is, an empty space can tell as much of a story as one full of objects. Main thing is to treat every space like a character, that deserves as much love and attention as your sims.

For more tips, you can check out a similar ask I answered here:

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Your Boy

A little drabble about idol!Mingyu getting a little jealous over g.n!fan!y/n cause I always think about what idols must think when a fan of their’s starts to post about another member too 

You hadn’t been his favorite fan... At least, that’s what he told himself. Ever since you two met at one of his fan meetings you two had been as inseparable as a fan and an idol could be. When you came to fan meetings Mingyu’s heart soared at being able to talk to you. The short minute you two had together consisted of you hurriedly telling Mingyu all the things you had done, and everything you wanted to share with him, and he soaked up every word.

He couldn’t help but tell the boys the things that you had told him, bragging about you as if you two were actually conventional friends that hung out. Whenever he saw you out when he wasn’t working, he had to contain his excitement as best he could, but he never did it very well. He practically shook whoever was with him as he excitedly whispered in their ear that you were over there and then he gave you the biggest wave that you could consider small, watching your cheeks turn red under the attention.

Eventually, seeing you at random wasn’t enough for Mingyu and he decided to search your name on the internet and somehow found your fan account. Your account was full of posts about him, making his heart swell as you affectionately dubbed him “my boy” in most of your posts. Mingyu liked the idea of being your boy.

He never told you that he found your account, mostly because he worried that you would change the way that you talked about him if you knew that he could see. He liked seeing the heart to hearts you and other users had talking about how he seemed to have changed as a person, and he also liked it when a picture of his back was found on your account, and you were describing the very... Colorful things that you wanted him to do to you.

So, when Mingyu opened your account one day and found not one but four pictures of Wen Junhui on your account he couldn’t help but feel a little worried. He loved his friend, that wouldn’t change but he didn’t like the way that you were talking about Jun so fondly. He chewed on his bottom lip as he read your captions about how attractive Jun was looking these days.

He reminded himself to cool off. After all, he was your boy, not Jun.

But the posts kept coming. He kept opening your account to more and more posts about Jun until one day it came to a crux with someone commenting that it was starting to seem like Jun was your boy and... You didn’t deny it.

The next time that Mingyu saw you he was pouty. He couldn’t help it, and you couldn’t help noticing it. You were so cute and oblivious, your head falling to the side.

“Is something wrong? Are you tired?”

He wished he could hold your hand.

“Who’s your boy?” He pouted. You seemed taken aback by the question. You laughed.

“What?”

He didn’t relent.

“Who is your boy?” He repeated. “Is it me? Or is it...”

He didn’t let himself finish; he was too embarrassed by the fact that he was jealous that one of his fans who obviously liked the whole group was thinking about Jun a little more than him. After all, practically your whole fan account was about Mingyu, why was he jealous about a few posts about Jun?

Your eyes squinted a little at Mingyu.

“Or...?”

Mingyu glanced at Jun and your mouth dropped.

“You found my account?”

“You’re cheating on me!” Mingyu accused.

“I’m supporting Jun’s comeback!” You protested but even as you spoke you were smiling. “Mingyu you’re always going to be my boy.”

He acted indignant to your face, but when he checked your account later and he saw a little appreciation post about him he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter. Still, he decided to play it cool every time he saw you, sending you pouts until you mouthed to him that you were his boy when he saw you on the streets or refusing to address you at fan meets until you cooed: “Hello my boy”.

Because you may not be his favorite fan (at least he told everyone you weren’t his favorite fan) but he absolutely had to be your favorite boy.

[dailyreverie]

I’d love to see 7 with Steve 👀

Under the mistletoe

A/N: Nova dear, your wish is my command, quite literally when it comes to Steve. Thank you so much for requesting!! This is a silly cute little piece that I really hope you enjoy! See this for Steve's outfit inspo.

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day 7: Caught standing under the mistletoe

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem. reader (Henderson reader as in Dustin's sister, she/her pronouns)

Word Count: 1k words

The door of the car closed just as the front door opened, almost as if Dustin was waiting for Steve by the window - which he definitely was. Steve thanked it, though, because he was there with a mission, with a resolution he set all the way back in January and now he needed to fulfill before the year ended; he even ignored Dustin, his head poking around as he walked into the kid’s house.

“Sure, hi, good afternoon.” Dustin greeted him with sarcasm.

“Where’s your sis-?”

“My sister’s in the kitchen. Seriously? We were waiting for you.”

“Yeah yeah alright…” He walked past him, dropping his gift on the dinner table with the rest of them, heading straight towards the kitchen hoping his nervousness wasn’t so evident.

But the moment he saw you it was impossible to hide. He sighed, laughing to himself too as he heard you humming to the song playing from the living room. He had to do it, he couldn’t wait a day longer.

“What are you doing here?” Steve called, trying to play a false smoothness as he leaned against the door frame. You were facing backwards, there’s no way you would see him, still, he tried.

“I live here, remember?” You dried your hands after finishing the last dish and finally turned to see him - he was rearranging his standing position, balancing from one foot to the other, his arms unsure whether to be crossed against his chest or not. It was hard to hide the giggle coming up to your lips, somehow you did it. 

“I should probably ask you the same question but I already know the answer.”

As if on cue Dustin’s laughter reached the room, louder than the rest of the kids’ laughs that also resonated through the hall. “I was invited to the Christmas party.” Steve hung his head, almost a nod, but looking more like an embarrassed acceptance of why he was in your house.

“I figured that out,” you eyed him up and down, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. He breaks into a smile when your eyes are back on his. His wool jacket and bright-colored sweater screamed Christmas, they screamed I bet you want to know how warm I feel, but you keep your cool - quite literally, thanks to the weather outside - and you take a deep breath to steady yourself again, walking towards him to greet him properly.

“He put together quite the party, I couldn’t say no to him.”

You often wondered if Dustin knew something about how you felt for Steve, about your soul-crushing crush, and that’s why he keeps him around, just as one of his little brother pranks; maybe he makes him wear all those cozy sweaters and jackets too, just to torture you, and maybe he forces him to make his hair look like that; that had to be it.

“I was kind of uuhm… looking for you, actually.” Steve stuttered, pushing his hair back to try and look somewhat smooth, failing when his finger got stuck in there. “I uh- I brought you something.”

“Oh! For me?” Your eyes opened in surprise, because even if you were not expecting it, you still were hoping Steve would get you something just as you did for him. Your fingers fidget with the hem of your fancy skirt as you follow him to the living room, a much more cozier room for gift-giving than the kitchen, with the big tree and the chimney on full blast.

“Yeah, well… it’s dumb but I saw it on the store the other day and…” It was hard to focus on what he was saying, although you could see his mouth going on and on you were not really registering one word. His cheeks were already reddened from the cold, but the gift he was trying to explain to you and the fire next to both of you were making the color look even brighter; you were not cold, you couldn’t be with him next to you, but his sweater looked so soft and warm that you could only imagine what it would be like to crawl closer to him and snuggle against his neck-HIS CLOTHES! Of course, his clothes, not his neck, right…; and his lips, oh lord, his lips looked too soft and inviting, and are they always like that or had you stolen a little bit too much of the spiked eggnog from the kitchen?

“...oh for the love of GOD!” Your brother’s voice broke you from your haze, making you blink quickly and turn to look at him. “You are so predictable, Harrington.”

The rest of the pre-pubescent, out-of-tune voices started complaining in unison. You couldn’t understand one thing. And then Max’s voice sounded over the other ones: “Is that mistletoe?”

Steve’s eyes widened when you looked up to the ceiling to confirm. He knew it, of course, he did, that’s why he dragged you all the way there. He was still panicking when your eyes met his, and if his face wasn’t blushing before then it was definitely doing so now. But you smiled, shyly and without being able to escape his gaze. 

You got to hear Dustin’s grunt as he pushed everyone out of the room. “Let’s give these idiots some privacy, this is so gross.” His complaints made you and Steve giggle, all without moving your eyes from one another.

“Well I mean, we’re here now, so…” He shrugged, the idiot, as he took a step closer. 

“You really are predictable, Harrington.” Your head shook in disbelief before your hands reached for the lapels of his coat to have something to hold on to when his lips reached yours in a soft kiss that made you both feel each other’s smile, his hands shyly went to your waist as he dipped for one more kiss, this one more of a teasing one, with the tip of his tongue almost parting your lips, as if he was making up for all the time he lost pinning over you.

“Was that the gift?” You spoke almost against his lips. He laughed, giving you one more for good measure.

The best part was that, when decorating the house, you didn’t remember ever putting up that mistletoe.

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[caretaker-au]

you’re probably offline again, and I don’t know if anyone is gonna see this. but your au is genuinely one of my most favorite Undertale AUs ever. I have been in the Undertale fandom for a LONG time, but I don’t think there will ever be something as well written as the Caretaker AU again. the amount of research and love put into it is so cool. it truly does feel like something that could possibly happen in the actual canon and I LOVE it.

your version of Chara is also one of the most best portrayals of them I’ve EVER seen in the entire history of the fandom. when you began releasing the final chapters for the AU, I remember just sitting at my computer and rereading Chara’s lines over and over again. because their character was just so interesting to see in action. even when it was still a comic, their goddamn expressions and words are just so memorable to me. I still and always will have that little sadistic smile ingrained in my brain. (that also includes literally every character in comic even the background ones.) I love how you handle Chara as well, how you made them a horrible person but not totally unrealistic. like that one asker said, you feel bad for them, but just a LITTLE TINY bit. because they always screw up everything for themself and then go blame a 12 year old for it.

speaking of Frisk, your portrayal of them is definitely so very canon to me. I love their design and personality so much. they are so just relatable too, possibly one of the most realistic 12 year olds I’ve seen in a comic. they remind me a lot of me in a way, especially when I was 12 lol. I’m beyond happy they got a happy ending, they deserve it after, y’know, everything.

I wish you all luck on any other projects you may be working on. and I hope you are proud of what you have accomplished. :) you crafted a truly beautiful story. now if you don’t mind me, I’m just going to go reread everything again.

(take a shot every time I say ever lol, sorry for any spelling mistakes, thank you for reading it all)

Thank you so much for your kind words. Caretaker truly was a huge labor of love. I remember back when Ellipsis came up with the concept how it just gripped me like a bear trap. I couldn't stop thinking about it! Eruto felt the same way and was saying we should make a comic, and I was like, "no no, I don't want to do all that line art" but then she was like, you won't be alone we can draw it TOGETHER and then to demonstrate she took one of my super rough sketches and lined and colored it. And I was like, wow okay maybe this is feasible.

The resulting 3-ish years it felt like we were spending every waking hour working on Caretaker. I carried my sketchbook everywhere and would draw out thumbnails during my breaks at work, I'd be thinking about it on the drive home, and then we'd get on a discord call together to draw, line, and color for hours at a time. I could go on but the bottom line is that I LOVED IT. Each finished page (drawn or written!) fills me with pride and I look back fondly on the time spent creating and maintaining this blog together. It was exciting, compelling, and at many times exhausting, but worth it.

As far as the characterization goes, glad that you appreciate it! We reminded ourselves to never lose sight of the fact that Chara was still a human being--full of contradictions and ego and multiple-facets--but we didn't want to justify their behavior either. We all know people who are selfish, manipulative, and arrogant, but what happens when a person like that gets naïve enablement and never has to face any repercussions for their behavior? Without the correcting force that is LIFE, a cynical, angry, cruel child like Chara didn't have any reason to second-guess their worldview. Of course anything that goes wrong must be the fault of someone else!

This has already gotten kinda long, so all I'll say on Frisk is thank you and glad you agree! Personally, I knew some friends of the family who had kids about that age so I tried to reference their behavior in my mind when it came to writing Frisk. (Though most of Frisk's behaviors boil down to "RUN!!") Through the many discussions and occasional rewrites of this story, we always planned on ensuring Frisk had a happy ending. ♥

Thanks once again for the ask, and I hope you enjoy the reread!