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caramelt4me · 4 months ago

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𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥. | 비밀 - Ch XVI "𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

Trigger warning: mentions of substance ab*se, corruption, primal love (extreme platonic love edging romantic), suggestive themes, self-harm, death, mental decline, identity-crisis, hallucinations, brainwashing, angst and manipulation

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𝔻uring the not-so-little intermission in your Storytime, Nex sprawled impatiently across the couch, his restless bandaged fingers fidgeting with his phone. The screen blurred before his eyes, nothing really holding his attention—not when his grey irises kept flickering toward the stairs.

Still no sign of you.

His lips pushed into a soft pout, a small, almost pitiful groan slipping past them—his mind already unravelling at the edges, as if experiencing the first pangs of separation anxiety all over again.

The first pang (though very brief in comparison) had struck an hour ago, the moment you peeled yourself away from him—after hugging him—to fetch a box of miscellaneous items. Art supplies, stationery, a plethora of board games…

And perhaps, you had expected him to explore it while you took your sweet time in the shower.

But that box would remain untouched.

Because why would Nex even bother with anything when his noona wasn’t around?

── It’s no fun alone.

The maknae sighed, gaze flickering toward the sketchbook lying next to him. For the twentieth time in five minutes, his eyes traced over the open page—a silly little doodle of a monocled-hamster fairy in a tux.

The one you and he had drawn together.

── Noona made it look more like a chubby guinea pig, though.

A chuckle bubbled up in his throat.

The pink-haired maknae had always been the doodle artist of Twilight Dreamers, winning over game show hosts with his absurdly cute drawings—but this? This was his masterpiece.

The cutest, ugliest sketch he had ever made, because you had made it with him.

And of course, it was because you had been multitasking, narrating your animated real tales while doodling with him, while he—he had been too busy listening. Keeping track of the storyline, reminding you whenever you lost your train of thought—something he had never done for anyone else.

Nex was a scatterbrain—furthest from being an avid listener.

But if you were the one talking?

He’d listen.

Doesn’t matter what the topic was.

And now that he knew you both were kindred spirits—both quietly desiring to be liked by one another (though his desire was perhaps more…intense), he felt himself clinging to every wakeful moment spent with you from that point onwards.

Oh, what he’d give to return to that moment.

To rewind to the last second of his caught-off-guard hopelessness and play it over and over again—to thank that first tear that had slipped down his cheek.

Until then, he had despised his tears, had always seen them as pathetic, involuntary signs of weakness that only ever made things worse for him.

But this time?

They had redeemed themselves—worked their magic on you.

Made you intervene—made you comfort him.

Made you hug him.

And with that, the exhausting struggle in his head—the constant overthinking about how much personal space he should keep between you and himself—was gone.

Now, he didn’t feel guilty for seeking your warmth. Didn’t feel wrong basking in your gentle, unfiltered affection—so effortlessly soothing, so maddeningly natural in the way it silenced the dark voices that clawed at him from within.

It was better than what his hot-and-cold hyung had ‘accidentally’ managed to do.

But, of course, that peace hadn’t lasted very long.

The gurgling whispers would return—a relentless, violent chorus louder than before.

Like parasites, they slithered through his thoughts, indifferent to his pain. Burrowing deeper, twisting and needling, they forced him to reaffirm his loyalty to Asher—a loyalty that felt less like devotion in those excruciatingly long minutes and more like chains of despair.

He’d been drowning in it until your warmth pulled him back from the edge. And for a fleeting moment, harmony within him was restored.

Although…

A lull before the storm is still a kind of silence, isn’t it?

Perhaps this so-called "peace" was only sinking deeper, twisting something even more fundamental at his core. Or maybe, Nex had unlocked a part of himself he had never dared to explore before—

Who knows.

Yet it was enough to reignite the hunger inside him.

“I’m hungry for breakfast. Aren’t you too?”

The oblivious you had said innocently before.

Oh, if you only knew how long Nex had been starving for an affection so simple but pure.

(Nex continues daydreaming about you—)

“I don’t want to talk about it if it’s only going to make you feel worse about yourself.”

Your kind words had caught Nex off guard at first.

Yet, they had lingered, soft and unexpected—planting a seed in his mind.

It should have grown slowly, innocently—something tender and harmless.

But it hadn’t.

Instead, it had spread like wildfire, monstrous and consuming—choking out the voices that had been screaming in his head for so long.

The voices that had demanded blind worship of Asher, even when it hurt. Even when Nex wanted to scream, to throw a tantrum, to rail against the unfairness of it all—

That his hyung didn’t even trust him enough to tell him your name.

Your. Fucking. Name.

The name he was now dying to know.

The name he couldn’t ask for.

Because his hyung said no.

── Ugh, stop thinking about it again!

But then—just as the frustration threatened to consume him—his mind was effectively distracted by recalling another, rather sugary, unexpected kindness of yours—no, more like soft affection.

“I didn’t want to seem too nosy, but I actually wanted to try your cereal. The cinnamon one—um... churro—"

You had wanted to try his cereal.

Such a small thing—yet so dear to his inner child.

No one had asked you to do that.

Definitely not Asher—but you did.

You had cared.

Cared enough to let him eat from your bowl because, as he put it, it tasted better that way.

── And it was not just because of the banana milk.

…Was what the maknae adamantly told himself—as a sudden surge of childlike glee took over—threatening to crack through the fragile dam of his already unstable mind.

His only thought right after, had been to earn more of your affection, more of your approval.

And so, without even realizing it—Nex had gone a bit rogue.

The giddy need to please you drowned out any sense of caution, his mind too tangled in his desperation to even consider how his actions might be misunderstood.

“Nex, I’m not your girlfriend.” “…as if I were your girlfriend.”

But now, after getting the taste of being misunderstood—could he ever truly be that innocent again?

Nex wasn’t sure anymore.

The forbidden desire that had slipped into his thoughts seemed… tempting—the quiet dilemma reflected in the stormy depths of his grey eyes as he sank deeper into the haze.

And then, of course, you’d said the magic words.

“I do want you to like me, Nex.”

Nex still couldn’t believe it.

How could you give him something so precious—so dangerous?

And how could you be so polite about it?

“But not like this. You don't have to try so hard to please me...”

Not only refusing to feel uncomfortable but instead comforting him, telling him he didn’t even have to try that hard?

Were you even real?

Or were you an actual angel, who had descended straight from heaven?

How else was he supposed to make sense of the fact that you actually seemed to respect him?

His noona—a light so radiant, so pure—treated him with a kindness he had never known, not even from his precious hyung.

And certainly not from that blonde pervert who claimed, time and time again, that he was the only one who would ever stay by Nex’s side—despite how much pain he had caused.

But you?

You were beyond anything Nex could have hoped for.

── Noona…

It felt… illegal.

It felt reckless.

But the last thing it felt like… was unwanted.

── What is this feeling?

── I… want more.

A slow, erratic smile stretched across his face, cheeks burning instantly. But he only allowed himself a moment to bask in it before sitting up abruptly, his thoughts already racing.

── Should I touch up my makeup?

── …Just in case.

Just in case there were more opportunities to hug you today.

Nex had never been big on physical intimacy—or at least, he hadn’t been.

But that hug—that touch—had been different.

Your warmth had been real.

The kind of real that didn’t make his skin crawl.

The kind of real that he could crave.

The maknae exhaled sharply, bandaged fingers reaching out, slowly grasping the sofa pillow you had been holding earlier—squeezing it, as if trying to imprint the feeling of you into his skin.

Nex felt feverish—the acute sickness rapidly spreading in his heart. Yet he already knew it would become the most comforting chronic disease of his life.

It was overwhelming, suffocating, but in a way that felt… good. It trampled over the ugly scars left behind by a certain blonde without hesitation, demanding to take up more space.

But, of course, Nex wouldn’t realize that just yet.

Flustered and giddy, he pictured your face in his mind, the storm in his grey eyes softening into a hazy swirl. And then his imagination slipped—unhinged, uncontrollable.

He saw himself, like a ghost in his own memory, leaning closer as you spoke. His fingers brushing against your oblivious lips. His hand tracing over your skin.

He didn’t know what Asher had done to capture you.

But if his hyung ever showed even the slightest sign of letting go—

── I’d take you for myself.

The thought slithered into his mind before he could stop it.

Nex frowned, through the haze.

── No, I shouldn’t…

── Hyung wouldn’t like that.

Even if he was still bitter about the jab Asher had thrown his way this morning.

── And noona seems like the loyal type…

His grey eyes softened.

Not a single mention of the fight with Asher had slipped from your lips.

Perhaps to avoid giving the wrong idea again. Perhaps because you knew—painfully so—that he would always be forced to guard Asher’s secrets.

Whether he wanted to or not.

And don't get him wrong, he had never misunderstood your relationship.

He valued his life far too much to ever test the limits of Asher’s wrath—despite how it seemed.

── But I’m sober right now, aren’t I?

── Then why do I feel so out of control…?

The thought flickered—dangerous, poisonous—before he smothered it with an oblivious sip from his hydration bottle. And then—a slow, creeping shift occurred.

── …ha, but is it really that bad?

His stormy greys glinted, playful yet wicked.

── Noona will want to take care of me better then, won’t she?

His emotions were all over the place, further knotted by the unexpected kindness you’d shown him. But somehow, Nex still clung to his vision—his obsession.

Sure, his heart felt “tainted” at the moment—Impure.

Streaked with fresh anger toward Asher, shadowed by despair, and illuminated by the confusing, intoxicating light of his feelings for you.

But he could make it “pure” again.

Starting with you.

His glimmer of hope—the “half” that had exceeded his expectations.

Perhaps, that was the morbid charm of having a dual obsession—if one failed to deliver, there was always the another to cling to in the meantime.

Moreover, Nex wasn’t as well-versed in dark arts as Asher—he couldn’t undo his mistakes with extensive manipulation and cold calculation—and something ‘additional’ that was clearly beyond his level of comprehension.

But if something bad about Nex remained, something you would probably would not like?

The maknae would make sure to erase it before it was to reach you—like it never existed in the first place.

It seemed no DNA test was required to confirm his shared blood with that blue-eyed Lucifer.

Truly, the universe has a cruel sense of humour, didn’t it?

Oh, and what if it was something stupid and silly about Nex?

Then the maknae would let it slip to you on purpose.

── Since that would mean more hugs from noona, wouldn’t it?

Nex hoped, a smile uncanny to his blue-eyed hyung’s—tugged at his lips, before he got up and heading back to his room to make his makeup smear-proof.

But just like you, Nex wasn't wired to be a carbon copy of your lover.

And no amount of shared blood or twisted experience could rewrite that script.

Because unlike Asher, Nex was human.

Guilt—conscious or not, could cripple him whenever it pleased.

And it did, yet again.

Just when Nex had finished touching up his makeup—he suddenly changed his mind. The maknae wiped it all off, before he could second-guess himself—every trace of the mask he’d built to hide behind.

The freckles, the uneven texture, and all his other imperfections were now exposed.

The reflection that stared back at him was raw. Tired. Vulnerable.

Pathetic, even.

── Why…did I just do that?

His stormy greys stared back at his equally perplexed reflection.

He didn’t fully understand why he’d done it—why the need to strip away his shield suddenly felt so urgent, so necessary.

The hollow ache in his chest only deepened as he faced the cruel version of himself that he had barely gotten used to looking at, yet now completely identified with.

But amidst the confusion, there was a fragile, unspoken hope.

That maybe…. just maybe—you could see past all of it.

The cracks, the haze, the jagged edges that he couldn’t fix.

You were “good,” after all—better than him, seemed better than the rest of his world.

And somehow, in a way he couldn’t fully explain, he hoped you could see him for who he really was.

Something more fragile, more broken—something that needed saving.

But as the thought flickered through his mind, another pang of doubt gripped him—fighting against that fragile hope.

What if, in letting you see him like this, he lost the last of what little control he still had?

What if you saw something he wasn’t ready for you to see?

── No, stop with the doubts.

── Not now. Not when I’m so close to having what I always wanted.

He shook his head, forcing a faint smile to curl at the corners of his lips, his cheeks almost flushing with the lingering high of the thought.

He left the bathroom, eager to return to you, eager to hear the end of your story, eager to drown himself in your presence and forget the chaos inside him.

But the moment he stepped out of the room—his world tilted.

You were hunched over on the couch, trembling.

Your breathing was shallow, uneven, as though each breath was a battle. Tears glistened in your wide, horrified eyes, poised to spill over, as they stayed locked on the screen of his phone.

His mind blanked.

The air seemed to thicken, suffocating, and for a second, the room was silent except for the frantic thrum of his heartbeat. Then, reality slammed into him with a force that nearly took his breath away.

You were in pain.

You were breaking.

And it was all his fault.

The thought seized him, colder than fear, sharper than guilt. He couldn’t bear it—couldn’t let it happen. Not to you too.

“Noona—?!”

The panic in his voice shattered the silence, and he rushed to your side. His movements were frantic—desperate. He ripped the phone from your grasp and flung it aside, hands hovering uselessly for a moment before one shakily pushed your dishevelled hair away from your face, the other gripping your shoulder to steady you.

The words he wanted to deny spilled out—disjointed, frantic—as he realized it was all in vain.

The ugly truth had been already exposed to your tear-stricken eyes.

── It’s…over.

As the seconds dragged, his thoughts unravelled.

Self-loathing crept in, feeding on his mistakes.

── I should’ve added the screen lock back.

And not have removed it in the first-place thinking that his hyung had probably seen everything and not cared to intervene because he had deemed it ‘unimportant’.

In truth, Asher had no idea.

Only getting the ‘report’ of all the bugged devices from the manager—the ‘background noise’ filtered out.

Yet, oblivious to it all—a part of Nex had foolishly, selfishly clung to the hope that one day—just one day—when his hyung wasn’t so busy, he might finally want to pull him out of this tangled "mess".

A mess he had created—but now had lost control of—as it unconsciously drained his very essence along with the drug addiction.

── But I should’ve known better.

── This…is all I’m capable of.

Causing pain. Hurting others.

Being a curse.

Being a monster.

The darkness inside him thickened, suffocating and absolute.

── Yeah. It’s happening again. ── Hyung doesn’t trust me. You shouldn’t either, noona.

── Maybe I’m not worth saving. ── Maybe I shouldn’t have been born in the first place.

── And perhaps...he was right.

── Hyung did end up this way because of me.

── It's all my fault.

His mind choked—as unforgiving guilt and self-reproach clawed at his soul, threatening to consume him entirely, making him want to succumb to the thought of no-return.

── Maybe I should do everyone a favor and just di—

But then, the icy grip of despair loosened ever so slightly.

Your hand—warm, trembling, yet familiar—settled over his.

Nex could hardly breathe.

The suffocating haze of self-loathing thinned just enough for your words to break through, quiet yet steady.

“You need to tell your hyung about this,” you whispered. “I’ll make sure he helps you—trust me.”

Instinct took over, the need to hide kicking in before the maknae could even process your words. “Noona, I’m telling you, it’s all just a—”

“Stop lying to me, Nex.”

The sharpness of your voice cut through him like nothing else.

He faltered, the words dying in his throat as your gaze locked with his—firm, unwavering.

It felt as though you weren’t just looking at him.

You were seeing him.

The real Nex.

Not the mask, not the lies, not the cute image he clung to, terrified of losing it.

But the scared, fragile boy hiding underneath it all.

His breath stilled, and for a moment, fear twisted in his chest, suffocating him.

── No. She can’t. She can’t possibly—

“I know you and Asher are siblings,” you said, your voice sounding soft, resolute to Nex.

His heart stopped.

But then, with your next words, it pounded harder than ever.

“So, let me help you. Please.”

He stared at you, your words pressing down on him, grounding him and suffocating him all at once.

You weren’t supposed to know. And after knowing, you certainly weren’t supposed to be kind.

Betrayal, disgust, anger—those were the reactions he had braced himself for. Those would’ve made sense. Yet here you were, shattering the newly set expectation he'd barely readjusted to.

You were no longer an angel in his eyes.

You became an enigma—a goddess.

His benevolent goddess.

Someone who, even after uncovering the filth he was buried in, still reached out a hand.

And in that moment, something profound shifted within Nex.

He felt compelled—no, bound—to tell his truth.

To you and only you.

Link for story so far: https://www.quotev.com/story/16788120/Secret-비밀

#male yandere x reader #stockholm syndrome #yandere idol #yandere male #obsessive love #soft yandere #sub!yandere #possessive #sub yandere #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #angst #corruption kink yandere #mind corruption

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xsoulfulwriterx · 1 month ago

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Sketches of Mr. Men Show as Animals and My Cats!

I would like to thank @doobledabbadoo for sketching these as my commission requests as he did a wonderful job!

The first one shows Mr. Grumpy as a panther, showing different emotions and I like him when he’s happy with Miss Chatterbox as a lovebird/small parrot, snuggling him, which is so darn adorable!

The second one shows my top 5 Mr. Grumpy shippings in their animal forms with Mr. Grumpy as a panther, Miss Chatterbox as a lovebird/small parrot, Miss Scary as a bat, Mr. Tickle as a brushtail possum, Mr. Happy as a quokka and Mr. Bump as a chipmunk! My top 10 shippings orders with Mr. Grumpy are…

Mr. Grumpy x Miss Chatterbox (MY OTP FOREVER)

Mr. Grumpy x Mr. Tickle

Mr. Grumpy x Mr. Happy

Mr. Grumpy x Mr. Bump

Mr. Grumpy x Miss Scary

Mr. Grumpy x Mr. Scatterbrain

Mr. Grumpy x Miss Hug

Mr. Grumpy x Mr. Fussy

Mr. Grumpy x Miss Sunshine

Mr. Grumpy x Miss Bossy

The third one is @polygonne Sona, Miss Inept as a koala and my Sona, Miss Soulful as a river otter, and they both look so precious and adorable!

The fourth and final one are my cats, Rosie and Bogart interacting with Miss Soulful in one of the backgrounds and for those who don’t know their personalities, Rosie is a grumpy, moody, and sassy old girl while Bogart is a friendly, happy, and laidback young boy, and they’re such polar opposites!

Again, I wanna thank Dooble so much as he’s such a good friend, and I recommend giving him a chance for commission!

Remember, you’re all worthy and enough!🪷💕

#mr men show #mr men and little miss #the mr men show #mr men little miss #youtube #little miss chatterbox #mr tickle #mr happy #little miss scary #mr bump #animals #shippings #MY CATS ARE PRECIOUS!!!

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redux-iterum · 4 months ago

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how do i outline coherently. i am struggling

I'm going to assume you have an idea of how the story goes already, you just need to actually write it down. Which is the most difficult part of this whole thing, for me, so I feel your pain.

If this is the case: My game plan is to first outline in a way that will be most helpful for me, in order to get it written out at all. Iterum is written more coherently for Lynx's sake, but my original content is an organized mess, which is perfect for me. It doesn't matter if it's scatterbrained - the important thing is that I know what's going on and it makes it easier to outline to completion. You can refine it later. Just get it done.

You know that phrase, "Write drunk, edit sober"? Take that metaphorically. Write like a damn maniac with as little cohesion as is needed, and then come back to it and organize it into something anyone can read, if you care to.

My tactics:

Use bullets like this to write down each story beat and minor event. This makes it easier to rearrange things if I have to in the future.

--------You can also add additional, smaller bullets to each big bullet with as many details as you need to add on for context.

Color code words and characters, especially in big, bulky paragraphs. This makes it easier than just a Ctrl+F on a Google doc - you can scroll down quickly and catch wherever a character is without having to click "next" a bunch.

If blocks of text automatically overwhelm your brain, cut down paragraphs into two or three sentences. (Thank you to @thunder-the-ranger-wolf for helping me with this one recently.)

As you're writing the events, make notes with -dashes- or (parenthesis) or even bullets that will tell you something important that you don't want to forget. Things like "this weapon will be used by Jack later on when he's rushed into the room for safety", or "note that Howard should look tense and anxious in reaction to this conversation", or even just "add a flashback here once the first arc is outlined and I know what details I need to hint at". You'd be amazed at how much shit people (especially me) will forget about that's small but crucial to the story, because they're writing the big events for extended periods.

If you get intimidated by a loooong synopsis that you've been working on for a while and still isn't done, just catch up on the last few paragraphs or single page that you've written and then continue from there. You may repeat events or contradict a previous plotpoint, though, just as a warning. I handle that issue when the outline is done and it's time to refine it; I also like to reread everything frequently on an off day without writing anything new to catch those mistakes.

In the event that the above happens and a plot point is written twice, be aware that whatever choice you make on where to actually place it could drastically change the rest of the plot going forward. If you hate rewriting stuff, that'll be annoying.

Stuck on where to go next? Make a new paragraph with a single sentence that reads, "something happens here", and then move on to the stuff you can more easily write down. My preference is to be a little detailed about it: "something happens here that gets Joy from the cafe to the wrong neighborhood", and then writing about what happens in the wrong neighborhood. It's surprisingly a lot easier to figure out the transitional events like this once you have a specific A and B point to connect.

Have multiple docs to write and rewrite on. You don't have to write in one and then fix it over and over. Just write down what you have and are confident in so far, and move to the next document if ideas change or you're getting frustrated and need to start over. You'd be surprised at how helpful this is. It's like sketching something poorly and then redrawing it in a better and better state with new pages of paper. Hell, you can even trace stuff you liked from the first page and add it into the next version.

In the case of my first webcomic, when I didn't know what the fuck I was doing and events had to be rearranged all the time due to the nature of the storytelling, I resorted to using an art program (in my case, MS Paint) to write very short summaries of story beats and outright organize them in a visual format. I am not kidding about this. I straight up just used my mouse to put plot points here and there, and then change them around if something sounded better over at the beginning instead of the middle. It was shockingly helpful. It looks silly, but if you're an image person instead of a word person (as I am), it's a very easy way to visualize exactly what the fuck's going on in the outline.

Now let's say you complete the outline and it is a cobweb of chaos. Excellent. All you have to do now is write everything down in an outline similar to a Wikipedia summary. Translating "Stan says this -> everyone hears a gunshot" into "Stan angrily declares that he's sick of his mistreatment. Before anyone can respond, a gunshot goes off outside" is surprisingly easy. Is this a bit tedious? Yes. Is it optional? Absolutely. Do I recommend it? Very much so.

I personally like to do it because it's a cleaner, more organized version of the mess I made earlier. It's especially helpful if you're going to have someone go over the outline and critique or question things. My version of a completed outline will have chapters as full paragraphs detailing what happens, like so:

Chapter EIGHT: The morning sun rises and Kel pulls himself out of bed with a hangover. He stumbles to the bathroom and tries to wash up before the headache gets to be too much and he lays down on the floor. Meanwhile, the front door opens and the burglar from the night before (this will be revealed to be Sarah in chapter 19) sneaks into the house. They decide to try and grab more stuff, even with the sound of footsteps and retching in the upstairs rooms being audible. Just as the burglar finds Kel's mother's necklace, Kel comes downstairs and, seeing a stranger in his house, immediately confronts them.

Then on to chapter nine, and so on.

That's all I got for now. Hope this helps!

#ask #anonymous #writing #advice #i speak

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rascalentertainments · 2 months ago

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More Psych Family AU sketches!

I've shared this one a bit, with my first draft story, basically it's after the professor first finds Silver and he's exhausted from testing his powers. Silver really doesn't like to sleep alone, lol. If you're wondering where is birth parents are, they're out there somewhere. But it'll be a LONG time before they actually find him.

Think of that KFP 2 scene where Mr. Ping finds baby Po, and that's how he takes Silver in.

Eventually Silver does follow the canon version of going to the past to change the future, but a lot of the times he goes without saying anything. He's supposed to come back at least one minute after he leaves, but he loses track and ends up gone for hours. Von Schlemmer isn't really happy with him just running off without warning, so he gets a scolding or two.

Gold is usually aware when he's gone, but only speaks up if she senses he's in danger.

Whenever Silver comes back from a dimensional or time travel battle, that man nearly has a heart attack cause his son usually looks like he's been thoroughly beaten up. 😂 The professor can be a bit over protective since he's watched over Silver for years. Sometimes its hard for him to grasp that he is strong enough to defend himself!

Last ones for now! There comes a point where Von Schlemmer is ridiculed or mocked for raising a hedgehog, mostly by the council, or even some of the Onyx City citizens. Schlemmer can be incredibly eccentric or scatterbrained sometimes, so he's seen as a crackpot for even trying to raise Silver and Gold. Despite the ridicule, the professor always sees him as his son and knows he can save everyone. And he helps Gold in controlling her telepathic powers as well, since he sees the potential in her.

(I will draw Gold and the bits later, I'm still adjusting to drawing Sonic characters in my style. And I'm still trying to draw Von Schlemmer on model. 😅)

That's it for now! I'm making a full AU guide so that if you want to follow it or what mini stories are featured, you can join in if you'd like!

I'm tagging a few friends and team psych fans that I believe will like this, but I really hope that others come to like this too! Even if it is from an obscure cancelled Archie Sonic comic story...😅 (I love obscure stuff like this)

@teampsych @theonyxcity @thespeedhighway @thesafireartist @ishadow246 @megxolotl @niko-jpeg

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luveline · 2 years ago

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Since we’ve seen zombie au with Steve may we have a little something of vampire!eddie?

Sorry I don’t have any sort of plot in mind, I just think vampire!eddie is cool :)

thank u for your request! vampire!eddie x ditzy!reader

"Eddie," you say, in that meandering way you do, like talking is a pastime with no urgent goal at the end, "one of your friends is in the bathroom."

Eddie blinks, the spoon in his hand quickly put back into the bowl of cereal it had risen from. "What?"

"One of your friends is in the bathroom," you say, and only now does he notice you have soap all over your face. Suds in your brows and the baby hairs of your hairline, across the soft hill of your chin and at your nostrils.

"Baby, you've half-washed your face. Come here."

You sit at the dining table beside him and Eddie sets to work, one hand on your thigh, the other your face as he dabs the soap away with his hoodie sleeve. Your eyes flutter closed at his gentle touches. Eddie feels satisfaction in knowing you trust him to be so close while you're unguarded. You've never been scared of him, but Eddie is scary. He can hear your heart slow as he finishes, and that's when he wonders why it had been beating quickly to begin with.

He tries not to listen to your heart. It plagues him when he's hungry, and it feels like a strange invasion of privacy. "Sorry, it's freaky, but I can hear your heart–"

"Sorry for what?" you ask.

Eddie shakes his head fondly and chucks you under the chin. He wants to go back to his cereal, but he continues, "What has your pulse up?"

"I told you, baby, there's a friend in the bathroom."

Eddie knows better than to expect an explanation. He puts his bowl of cereal in front of you in case you're hungry, kisses the top of your head, and goes to investigate the bathroom.

Eddie's shocked as he opens the door. The bathroom is in extreme disarray, which isn't unusual for you typically but he cleaned it last night, and you may be scatterbrained but you don't often leave the faucet blasting hot water full pelt. He turns it off, collects the pile of tipped laundry on the floor, and wonders how best to ask you if you're feeling alright when he notices something alarmingly large. Your soapy face is explained, as well as your quick-beating heart. You must've seen what he's seeing and run away.

"Holy fuck," he says, flinching back hard into washing machine. "Holy fuck! What the fuck is that?"

"So you've found your friend?" you ask from the hallway.

Eddie scrambles sideways out of the bathroom and into the hall with you, almost knocking the bowl of cereal clean from your hands. "That thing is not my friend."

"What? I thought you liked spiders, they subsist off of the same kinds of things," you murmur, a little drop of milk at the corner of your mouth. You lick it away absentmindedly.

"A spider could slap my ass and hand me a cheque for a million bucks and I still wouldn't like him," Eddie denies, peering into the bathroom cautiously. The Spider had been hanging down from a web and nearly as big as Eddie's hand. He's not making friends with that. "And how about you, huh? I thought you liked spiders? You keep enough of them."

Sometimes you'll keep a spider inside of a mason jar for artistic purposes, sketching them before setting them free. "Yeah, Eds, I like spiders," you say around your spoon, "not tarantulas."

He waves a hand at you, vaguely irritated. You giggle and offer him a spoonful of cereal, which he accepts. The two of you stand and chew with your backs against the bannister, staring at the bathroom door. Too afraid to look away, and too afraid to go back inside.

"Wanna seal it off?" he asks eventually, morosely, knowing he's not brave enough to go and deal with it.

"Yes." You scrape the bottom of the bowl with the spoon. "We could call Steve?"

"I'm not calling Steve."

"Okay. Hey, this could be good for us. Peeing outside connects you to nature, or something."

Eddie sighs and rubs his pale face. He's way too hungry to deal with this, for both cereal and something less family friendly. He can't tell you, though. You keep offering to let him bite you. "Alright," he sighs. "I'll call Harrington."

"Then you'll have two friends in the bathroom," you say, nearly to yourself as you begin down the stairs, "like a party. I'll go make you some more cereal."

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says with a relieved laugh, closing the bathroom door and drawing a cross against the woodgrain.

He doesn't notice the shadow of his definitely-not-friend as it squeezes under the doorway.

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spirit members (1/2)

a highschool dropout, a know-it-all, an emo, a nepo baby, a drag racer, a workaholic & a pothead walk into a bar...

minus ken since i have a separate post 4 him

NAWT my subunit. only 1/2 of the group.

⋆｡°✩ princess bubblegum - ilytommy ⋆｡°✩

papa dont take no mess - james brown

"man, you guys are all lost without me"

name ; alejandro adeboye 🔩

nicknames ; alex, adeboye

race ; west african

nationality ; dominican-american

origin ; east harlem, manhattan, nyc

birth ; 9/16/02

personality ; calm, non chalant, sarcastic, know it all, smart, lenient, patient, mature, smart ass

enjoys ; hiking, handywork, engineering,

rep color ; orange

MBTI ; ISTP

has like six bullet wounds?

seems like ten years older than he actually is.

dry sense of humor.

gives really good advice.

the "dad" of the group.

season of the witch - donovan

"im not a serial killer"

name ; casper guavencexs 👻

nickname(s) ; N/A

race ; taino

nationality ; solvaridan-american

origin ; hunts point, bronx, nyc

brithday ; 7/12/03

personality ; scatterbrained, awkward, adventurous, forgetful & relaxed

enjoys ; photography, sketching, DJ-ing

rep color ; yellow

MBTI ; INFJ

no lights allowed in his room. artificial or not.

the "quiet" one of the group.

grew up in the projects.

the candy man can - sammy davis jr.

"mamas out in space, mamas doing stuff, mamas eatin' cake!"

name ; odilon cho 🍭

nickname(s) ; otto

race ; east asian

nationality ; hatian-american

origin ; chelsea, manhattan, nyc

birthday ; 5/10/02

personality ; naiive, sweet, childish, peaceful, innocent

enjoys ; baking, boxing, poetry, writing

rep color ; green

MBTI ; ESFJ

the "baby" of the group.

not the sharpest tool in the shed.

sheltered, rich family.

crashed into an uncountable number of poles back in nyc.

has the most ridiculous laugh ever. so easy to make fun of.

element - pop smoke

"hes not a drug dealer, hes a drug farmer."

name ; francisco konadu 🏎️

nickname(s) ; chico

race ; west african

nationality ; solvaridan-american

origin ; hunts point, bronx, nyc

birth ; 8/5/03

personality ; emotional, sensitive, macho, social

enjoys ; vaping, pranks, working out, cooking

rep color ; blue

MBTI ; ESTP

the "cool" member

for some reason knows everyone

drives like hes drifting. he should not be on the road but never gets in trouble.

thrill seeker.

drag racer. (ie fast & furious not rupauls 😭)

beverly hills - weezer

"beset on all sides by idiots."

name ; reginald guevara 🥯

nickname(s) ; reggie, redbulls-unofficial-brand ambassador, raggedy andy

race ; east asian, south western european

nationality ; cuban-american

origin ; brownsville, brooklyn, nyc

birth ; 6/5/02

personality ; serious, intimidating, short tempered, generous, forgiving, push over, disciplined

rep color ; indigo

MBTI ; ESTJ

the "straight man" of the group.

only surviving on energy drinks & Gods will.

will do anything for money

GUV'NOR - JJ DOOM

"all ive had today was 6 gummy bears and scotch"

name ; jason john jong 👾

nickname(s) ; jojo ☆, jay, jj

race ; mixed

nationality ; jamaican-american

origin ; richmond hill, queens, nyc.

birth ; 10/10/03

personality ; carefree, awkward, easy going, chill, delulu

rep color ; violet

position ; fotg, center

enjoys ; romance novels, poetry, video games

MBTI ; ISFP

terrible flirt but has a new gf (all the "love of his life") every week.

the "chill" one of the group.

insane luck. its like he has irl plot armor.

gets struck by lightning while in the group. and maintains a scar from it on his left shoulder.

abt my dr, for context ;

the carribbean has a bigger east asian diaspora.

new island called solvarida.

systemic racism, indigenous genocide & slavery didnt happen.

black people mostly have non-euro surnames.

different concept of race. the terms "black" or "white" arent used.

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