#terror drabbles

[grapementos]

night terrors

aged up bakugo x reader

cw: night terrors

bakugo doesn't sleep with more than one blanket or pillow. when he's persuaded into participating in halloween, he refuses to wear a full-face mask.

covid was a nightmare for him. he didn't go outside when he didn't have to, which meant plenty of grocery deliveries. masks triggered his anxiety to the fullest, but of course he wore it when he absolutely had to leave the house.

now, you had plenty of opinions and reservations about u.a. and the hero commission, most of them comprised of colorful language and a world full of screaming until you're red in the face.

they ruined not only bakugo, but so many other teenagers that thought they were doing the right thing. they thought they were training to become admirable role models, people who were going to be trained to use their unique gifts to save and protect people. they thought they were going to become heroes.

instead, all they got was ptsd and a handful of other mental illnesses that left them in therapy, on meds, or with debilitating night terrors.

bakugo unfortunately suffered from frequent night terrors. despite therapy and going on 3 years of being medicated for his anxiety, he still woke you up in the middle of the night with throat-ripping screams.

sometimes, you'd find him in the corner, screaming at you to get away, stop, leave him alone. it was heartbreaking.

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some days you could gauge when he was going to have an episode. his hands were shakier, eyes unfocused, and his mind was just elsewhere.

today, he was exactly like that, only worse. you could tell his brain was all over the place, and you hated it. you hated how his brain turned against him and forced him to think the worst, most painful thoughts. it bound him to his worst memories, forcing him to relive his them over and over. his own brain.

you did everything you could to assuage the brain fog. you made him tea in the mornings, kept the house tidy, and tried to keep him from performing any heavy tasks. it was difficult, considering he didn't much fancy being helped or taken care of. when it was you, though, he let you.

after a particularly difficult day, the two of you settled into bed together, silent as you faced each other, gazing in silence.

"i'm scared." he whispered, finally breaking the silence.

just a look in his eyes was all it took for you to know it was true. he was terrified.

you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing your thumb over the skin, "i know. it's okay to be scared."

he shook his head, squeezing your hand. he squeezed his eyes shut, breaths quickening as he thought about the idea of sleeping. sleeping wasn't kind to him, and he knew it, because he never, never slept well.

"hey, hey, just breathe, okay?" you breathed deeply to set an example, one slow inhale preceding a lengthy exhale, "like that."

he followed your example, slowly relaxing his features, "yeah, yeah, okay."

"i know you're scared," you whispered, "but no matter what, i'm here. no matter what monster you see, no matter who's out to get you, you're going to open your eyes and it's gonna be me. it'll always be me."

he nodded, wordlessly, and scooted into your waiting arms.

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you slept lightly since living with bakugo. that's what made it so easy for you to identify the earliest signs of his episode.

every shift in the bed, every ruffle of the sheets, you were stirring.

so when he sat up, you were half-awake. his steps fully woke you.

you shot up to a sitting position, watching carefully as he stood still for a moment.

"baby?" you whispered, scooting over to the edge of the bed.

no response. he walked over to the center of the room, going stiff.

"kats?"

just as you called out to him, he let out the most throat ripping scream you'd heard.

you jumped on the spot, blood going cold as the shriek reached your ears. your hands shook as you took your first step on the bed, careful to not get too near.

he faced you, eyes open but unseeing. they were glazed over, looking right through you with the most fear-filled eyes you'd ever seen. he was terrified, looking at you as if you had a knife in your hand and a slasher theme following you wherever you went.

"get away!" he screeched, staggering backwards, "get the fuck away!"

your heart shattered at his words, but you knew it wasn't about you. you sucked up your fear, your sadness, and took a deep breath to ground yourself.

"okay, okay. i'm sorry," you spoke calmly, sitting down on the floor cross-legged, "i didn't mean to scare you."

your voice still wavered, still shook with the fear you definitely felt.

he didn't seem to hear you, but your smaller presence seemed to make him feel less threatened.

he was grunting, groaning, crying. his stance was defensive, ready to defend. those hero instincts that he learned as a teenager, the need to protect himself because he was always, always in danger, never left.

that always scared you. the possibility of him activating his quirk and using it on you. but being hurt isn't what scared you--it was the guilt you know he'd feel. you were terrified of him leaving you because he thought he was a danger, or too much to handle. that couldn't be farther from the truth.

you just watched, at least five feet away from his shaking form. you wouldn't touch him, wouldn't yell or panic. you'd just watch, occasionally whispering some affirmations.

it took a while for him to calm down, to stop yelling and crying. about ten minutes later, his eyes went blank again and he walked himself back to the bed and laid down.

you followed him with your gaze and pushed yourself up with a soft sigh. after a moment of processing, you grabbed a water from the kitchen and set it on his nightstand.

you checked him once more to make sure he was comfortably asleep before taking your place next to him.

you watched his face, scanning it for any signs of discomfort or anxiety. nothing. as if it had never happened.

you kissed his forehead, "i'm so sorry, my love. i hope things won't always be like this."

ngl, i have so many opinions on all the trauma these poor kids have gone through, but i like to avoid discourse at all costs. also, i had to do some research on night terrors, so i hope i wasn't too far off.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Dawn

I am back because i got home from work and I got no chill! :D @spotaus

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Okay. So why this one? Because i realised it was a while since i wrote a drabble from Horror's point of view and that is criminal and it is a great excuse for me to showcase some stuff from the quiet and very observing sockets of Horror! (also gives me an excuse to not think about the drabble order i got now and that thought i messed it up a bit which I need to think of a solution for)

Ready? Let's go!

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Horror makes sure to carefully close the door to the greenhouse. It is still early but he is used to those.

He enjoys the cool fresh air as he walks towards the house, small basket filled with fresh monster food. Horror is happy he got permission from Crop to harvest the plants in there for their meals.

He quietly opens the door and listens for a moment. He saw Cross leave the farm a little while ago to do his own morning workouts and by the sounds of it the other three are still asleep.

Which is good because he needs his own sleep. Horror knows very well that Dust is the one to wake up with Nightmare if something bothers him in his sleep.

He found the two of them awake and reading a book one too many times for Horror to believe they just had an allnighter.

Horror likes being up early. Maybe strange for him but he got used to it in his old universe. The best time to check his traps and search for food had been in the very early morning, or very late night depending on how you look at it, as most people would be asleep.

It is a leftover habit and he just kept going with it when he joined Nightmare's gang.

He puts the food away in all the right places and goes about getting the ingredients for todays breakfast. He notices the fresh milk and eggs and the choice is obvious. Some pancakes would be great.

He starts preparing the ingredients as he takes the time to measure it all. The milk makes him chuckle.

Watching Cross realises there was a cow had been funny. Finding Cross in a tree shaking with a cow under it had been hilarious. Crop ahd been apologetic as he explained that his cow, Betty (Killer had mutters "of course it is claled betty") was aparently mischievious.

Horror had his doubts but Cross swore that the cow would know when he left the farmhouse. That the cow would stand at the edge of her field and stare at him.

Cross did not go to the east side of the farm anymore. aparently that was Betty's territory in his mind.

Nightmare liked petting Betty however so you have your ups and downs.

Horror mixes the ingredients slowly but surely. Thinking about Nightmare, "Shouldn't you still be in bed?"

silence before a soft mutter "Not tired anymore."

Horror chuckles as he shoots Nightmare a look. He looks fully awake and adorable in his new wool sweater. Horror grins "God powers?"

Nightmare shrugs "I mean probably. I never needed sleep before. that is still new." They hadn't really noticed anything that could be connected to Nightmare's godhood at the moment. Maybe it had gone domant, at least that was Cross's guess. Dust just thinks Nightmare's magic is now focussed on healing instead of weird god shenenigans.

Speaking of healing! Horror gives him a stern look "bandages?"

Nightmare rolls his eye lights but mutters his answer "All still in place and good. Killer replaced them after the bath last night,"

Horror nods. With that secured he relaxes abit "Want to help?"

Nightmare is already by his side and stands on his tiptoes. Horror chuckles as he gives him a look "Need a chair?" he would offer a stepstool but the chair is more stable for him.

Nightmare looks at the counter annoyed before nodding his agreement. Horror grabs a chair and puts it near the counter. Nightmare climbs it easily.

Horror really wants to pick him up but they do have the rule that inside Nightmare should walk around himself to carefully train his spine. It is still much to early to already start carrying him. Horror knows that if any of them start they won't stop.

Nightmare reaches for the ingredients, some fruits for inside the pancakes, before pausing and staring at his sweater.

Nightmare has been very careful with his new gifted clothes. Horror himself is also very careful with the set of clothes Dust got him.

Horror frowns at the food he is making. He really hopes he can quickly find soemthing to do here to earn money. At the moment only Dust has something and it is starting to show, even Killer seems to be getting annoyed with himself over it.

Until now Horror and Cross helped around on Crop's farm. Which he was happy to do as it only seemed fair as a way to repay Crop for letting them stay. Horror has also been learning the basics about farming, farmland and farmwork from Crop. It is still a lot and not everything sticks in his skull, probably falling out of that hole. But he is getting better at it. He hopes with this Crop can maybe get the news out that both of them are more than willing to help around with heavy duty work and get a bit of cash flow.

Killer... Killer has a very specific set of skills. Sadly not specifically useful on a farm. Even if he is great with the animals and can herd pretty much anything, which is very useful but well. Most people won't let you near their animals unless they trust you and Killer is Killer.

Horror just feels bad that Dust is pretty much still Ngihtmare's main caretaker, got the rough end with the backstory they settled on, and has to deal with work to get cash. Only to spend all of it on them all.

Horror can see it is starting to wear him down. He just hopes they can figure out how to balance everything better.

It is another reason he loves these mornings. Because morning time means Dust, and Killer, both sleep in and Horror gets time to supervise their babybones. Horror adores the time wiht Nightmare. Especially when alone because then others don't watch them nervously the whole time.

It is exhausting to be seen as something dangerous even if he knows it is true. It is why they mean so much to him, they never treated him like that. None of them did.

A glance confirms that Nightmare has carefuly rolled up the sleeves and is taking extra care with cutting the fruits, using one of the duller knives which won't be able to cut bone. Horror turns back to getting everything else ready. He has to concentrate to push his intent into the food. He wants them to enjoy and like it. Feel the things he can't say to them.

Horror knows what he wants and feels but also knows none of them are ready to hear it. Horror has known that from the moment he realised what he felt was. The curse of being the only emotional stable one.

He still remembers all the way back near the start of them meeting and chuckles to himself. they did not get along at all.

Nightmare immediantly looks up "What is funny?" he looks adorably confused.

Horror thinks for a moment "Remember when you brought me in?"

Nightmare blinks before giving a slow nod "Yeah... I had hoped you would calm Killer and Dust."

Horror chuckles "Can't believe you thought i could do that."

Ngihtmare shrugs as he finishes up his task and just sits normally on the chair "I mean... It worked." his hands find the glass of juise Horror got him.

Horror pauses for a moment before nodding. Nightmare is kinda right with that one. It hadn't worked right away but he made it work. Mostly because he had had a lot of motivation.

Nightmare, still a fully active god at that point, had offered him that he would slowly but surely fix the food problem in his universe in trade for his service, something about it being too severe for him to be able to instantly fix but if Horror worked for him he would work on it. Horror had figured Nightmare had known about his little weird immortality situation with his own universe's core and accepted.

Turns out he just wanted him to fix whatever had been going on with Killer and Dust. Because they would fight. Constantly. And those two got very close to killing each other a few times.

Horror had eventually managed to somehow form a connection and bond with Killer. It had been rather easy and Horror was able to become friends with him over coworkers. Eventually find him not just annoying but funny. And later think fondly of his antics.

Dust took longer. Which had been a combination of Dust just being an introvert and not looking for connections or at least not in the way that made that clear to Horror. And well Horror heard bits and pieces of what Dust had done and had honestly been disgusted with the idea that Dust just murdered his whole universe and his own brother. Just to fight one human? Just to end a timeloop?

It was well after he managed to get them to stop, or at least contain the damage of, their fighting. Well after he started working for Nightmare more permanently that Horror realised how the multiverse worked.

And how fucking unfair it was.

Because aparently? stupid fate or some shit? That decided how your universe worked. His would always have ended up with a famine and starvation. Killer would always lose control and be controlled, abused and used by the human. Cross would always be the end of his universe. Dust... Dust would always have to kill his universe. No matter what he tried or solution he tried.

It wasn't until later Horror learned that Dust had tried everything. Multiple times. That Dust had learned to play multiple musical instruments in the time of resets. That he had learned to cook, and tinker. He master chemistry. Everything in the hopes it could give him a solution.

But the fates had already decided his ending, much like for all of them there was only one ending possible for them. And in the end locked him in a dead AU make by his own hands when no other options was left. Just like all of them had been.

Horror has to admit it took him a long time to get Dust to admit those things to him. Msotly because Horror had been standoffish before and that he accidentally gave Killer advice to treat Dust like one of the many stray cats he interact with.

He hadn't specifically said that. horror had just told Killer that maybe Dust would like Killer more, or at all, if Killer learned to respect his boundaries. Horror had mentioned how Killer could learn each cat's limits so why not Dust?

Worst part was that it actually worked.

Horror rubs his face "I give him cat advice." his voice sounds pained. Dust had been so mad at them both.

Nightmare nods "I remember. Dust left for three weeks." he snorts "which really is very catlike..." more thoughtful "And then you two got mad at me for not telling you where he went." He blinks and shrugs as he drinks from his orange juice.

Horror ignores the cat comment as he looks at Nightmare "Why didn't you tell us?" Dust had actually been recruited to help Nightmare with the balance. Something Horror only started to do after helping Killer and Dust be less homicidal.

Nightmare blinks at him wiht those wide sockets "I didn't want to force any of you... If you wanted to leave..." he speaks softer and softer "I wasn't going to stop you if you wanted to leave... if you didn't want to stay..."

Horror frowns and picks Nightmare up. He embraces him and hums "I am sorry we left..."

Nightmare shrugs as he pushes clsoer to him "You came back..."

hah... yeah they did. Much like Dust did all that time ago. He was gone for a few weeks before returning after killing Ink bringing back one of his fucking sketchbooks as proof. Obviously killing Ink does little in the long run but it was quite the powermove. Dust had glared at them daring to say anything. Killer of course had muttered something about Dust bringing back a kill much like a cat.

Horror is still not sure how he managed to stop Dust from Killing Killer that day.

Horror puts Nightmare at the table and gets a small yogurt and fruit snack ready for him. Just so he can eat a tiny bit. See how his magic will handle food today. Nightmare starts eating it when offered and that is a good sign. Means his magic is actually sending out the signal that it needs food today.

Horror goes back to flipping pancakes. Horror tries to stay in the here and now but his injury makes his mind likely to wander. and with already having been thinking about them.

He still remembers one of the early missions, after Horror learned about fates cruel games. Dust had still acted the same but Horror had tried to be more friendly. He had been close to giving up on it as clearly it wasn't working as Dust was still standoffish. Only for Dust to pull him out of the way of an attack from Ink, getting hit instead.

Later Horror had demanded why he did that and Dust had just shrugged. He hadn't had an answer for him. It confused Horror to no end. Horror was immortal because of that fact that his magic had been used in the core and bonded to that. Meaning as long as the core in his universe was fine he would return to life.

The gang had known this and Horror knew that Dust knew this. And yet. Dust had heard all of that and looked at the large monster Horror had become saw soemthing worth protecting. Something that needed protection.

Horror thinks he fell a little bit in love that day.

Much like how one day Horror just realised he couldn't stand the idea of not being near Killer or never seeing him again. That even if Killer could be annoying that he didn't wish him any pain or harm.

How it warmed his soul that Killer, and Cross later, would hide behidn him. Seeing him as someone safe that would protect them. See him as someone trustworthy.

Cross, so eager to please and desperate for affection and affirmation. but once he relaxed so smart and funny. Loyal and always ready to help...

But now is not the time to try and see what any of them thought or felt. They are dealing wiht a lot at the moment and they need to concentrate with trying to make staying here work.

The front door opens and Cross walks in quietly. He sneaks a glance at them and smiles when Horror catching him looking. Cross waves to Nightmare "Hey guys. All good?"

Horror nods "Nightmare helped." he flips another pancake as Nightmare drinks his juice with a smug little smile.

Cross grins "Good to hear. I will quickly get cleaned up and help. Dust and Killer?"

Nightmare hums "Still asleep." and he sips his juice again.

Cross nods "Good to know. be back in a bit" and he goes towards the bathroom. The pipes groan softly as Cross no doubt turns on the shower.

Horror finishes the last pancake and gets to wrok on getting the drinks and coffee ready.

Another day for them to figure out how this will work. Horror is just happy they are all here, everything else can wait as long as they stick together.

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[fbfh]

Hey! Could you please do some headcannons of cuddling with Jay from descendants?

Thank you!

oh fuck yes baby boy NEEDS a snuggle so fuckin bad. Jay is SO motherfucking - his full name is Janasheen Lagmani Mufti btw (successor, born at nightfall, one who gives council or legal advice) - Jay is SO motherfuckin touch starved that he'll get injured on purpose just so he can feel you touch him up. After a while you start to catch onto this because you don't have the heart to tell him he's not quite as slick as he thinks he is. So OBVIOUSLY I have a medieval game OBVIOUSLY I have a jousting game the only way you're gonna get him to turn into your snuggly lil bunbun (yes he does insist you call him that after you say it once as a joke and he loses his mind) is to make him think YOU'RE really the one who needs cuddles. like of course you're feeling kinda sad and tired from all your schoolwork so of COURSE you need a big strong tough cool guy star of the tourney team to make you feel all safe and cozy. obviously it's TOTALLY for your benefit. not at all because Jay was not hugged once as a child! that's hilarious and true and totally not the reason at all! I just washed my hands that's why they're wet! no other reason!

but yeah once you actually start cuddling with him it's going to take approximately less that six seconds for him to become a total and complete velcro boyfriend. it takes longer to watch any vine in existance than it does for Jay to latch onto you like a small baby bird. he did not know that touchy feely stuff could be so... nice. especially when it's with you. he tried giving Carlos and Evie and Mal bear hugs between classes when he's away from you and it was good, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it's because Carlos still thinks he's going to get suplexed whenever Jay grabs him like that or maybe it's because Mal keeps asking if he huffed her spraypaint and that's why he's so huggy out of nowhere (Evie doesn't mind too much as long as he doesn't wrinkle her outfits or mess with her hair and makeup. she actually approves of you two and likes that you're bringing out Jay's more affectionate side. she makes a mental note to give you the friends and family discount on any future designs you order from her.) but shortly after that first time you snuggled up with Jay and had him tell you all about the video games he's been playing and about tourney practice he's full on addicted to your touch and cuddles. Coach sometimes has to pull you off your extra curriculars to give Jay hugs and kisses during practice when he cops an attitude or gets too rowdy. you're known as the Jay whisperer immediately and believe me the nickname sticks. Carlos asks what the hype is once and you give him head scratches and he understands.

[laissezferre]

So pleased to finally share the accompanying art to my Fitzier Spies AU!!

Tinker, Sailor, Soldier, Spy | 33k | Complete | E

There's a mysterious device being put up for sale, one that could potentially end the human race anew. But not if Agents Bedivere and Caradoc have anything to say about it.

Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Canon-Typical Vio/ence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Bedsharing, Jealousy, V0yeurism, M@sturbation, Dubious Consent, Getting Together, Injury Recovery, Tender Sx, Happy Ending

Incredible art by the incredible @brainyraccoons

[touyasdoll]

the day that your son utters his first “your mom” joke, Touya can’t wait to make him regret it.

“What are you doing? I need a ride!” Your impatient teenager huffs as he knocks on your bedroom door for the third time this evening.

Touya grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he immediately calls back, “Your mom!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the amused smile on your face as you shake your head while your offspring groans on the other side of the door.

“Very mature,” you murmur as you steal a kiss from your husband and move to open the door, which the teen is now far removed from.

“Relax. I was lookin’ for my keys,” you explain as you flash them and nod towards the front door. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Touya’s still smirking when his son shakes his head and mutters, “Still gross,” as he turns to walk down the hall.

[unforgivenn]

BLOODBOUND

CW: captivity, violence, blood, fear, and psychological distress.

The darkness was thick around Whumpee, suffocating, as he lay there, strapped to a chair, his wrists bound tight. Every breath he took felt heavy, laden with the scent of blood that filled the air, a potent mixture of terror and sickened anticipation as to what was to come for him. Though, he had a feeling he didn't want to know

The silence was suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on Whumpee, amplifying the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. Each beat seemed to reverberate through the room, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Every second stretched out like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing in the hollow chamber, a drumbeat of dread in the darkness only to be broken by the soft footsteps making the floorboard creak

Then, like a serpent slithering through the darkness, a voice cut through the silence, sending icy tendrils of fear snaking down Whumpee's spine. "You're going to enjoy this," it hissed, a sinister promise dripping with malice.

The vampire emerged from the shadows, his form a twisted silhouette against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. Blood-red eyes gleamed with unholy hunger, sharp fangs glistening in the darkness like daggers waiting to strike. Whumpee's breath caught in his throat, terror seizing him in its icy grip.

Whumpee's heart hammered against his chest like a trapped animal, desperate for escape. He tried to scream, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a choked whimper as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's neck.

"You're my little blood bag, aren't you?" the vampire whispered, his voice a twisted caress that sent shivers racing across Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee wanted to deny it, to defy him with every fiber of his being, but the fear held him captive, rendering him powerless. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood on his skin as he sobbed quietly, a silent plea for mercy.

The vampire chuckled darkly, a sound that chilled Whumpee to the core. "Such a delicious fear," he murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I can taste it on the air." His eyes suddenly glistened with a sinister gleam staring right at Whumpee's terrified face, reflecting the dim light in the room like shards of ice.

A whimper escaped Whumpee's lips as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's skin. The scent of blood grew stronger, mingling with the sickly sweet aroma of decay that permeated the room. Whumpee's stomach churned with revulsion, bile rising in his throat.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Let me go."

But the vampire only laughed, a sound devoid of warmth or mercy. "Oh, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You don't understand. You were never meant to leave this place."

Dread coiled in the pit of Whumpee's stomach, threatening to consume him whole. A sob tore from his throat as he closed his eyes tight, not sure if it were from fear or just from the much awaited anticipation that the vampire would devoid him of blood completely this time leaving him dead. Anything to leave this hell of a place.

The pain was unlike anything Whumpee had ever experienced, a searing agony that tore through him like wildfire, consuming him from the inside out. A guttural cry escaped his lips, torn from the depths of his agony, echoing through the darkened room along with body-wrecking sobs.

But beneath the pain, there was something else, something perverse and unsettling—a sickening pleasure that twisted his insides into knots.

Why did it feel like this? Why did his body betray him, responding to the vampire's touch with a sickening kind of euphoria?

"W-Why?" he gasped, the word torn from him as he managed to catch a breath, from the sobbing and screaming. "Why does it feel like-like this?"

The vampire's laughter filled the air, making Whumpee flinch violently. "Because, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "your body knows its place. It knows that you belong to me now."

Whumpee clenched his teeth, trying to stifle the screams that threatened to escape his lips, but it was futile. The vampire drank deeply, greedily, his lips pressed against Whumpee's skin like a lover's kiss, as Whumpee felt himself growing weaker with each passing moment.

He's nothing but a vessel to the vampire, a mere pawn in his twisted game of dominance and submission.

And as the darkness closed in around him, Whumpee couldn't help but let out one last single sob wondering if he would ever escape this nightmare alive, or if he would remain forever trapped in the vampire's web of darkness and despair.

[naughtystiel]

Dean is looking at him with those big glassy green eyes and that simple look makes it seem like he can do anything, have anything he pleases. Like he has the power to change what he thinks is wrong. Castiel stares back, examining his features and suddenly realises that Dean is trying to read him. He squints his eyes and tilts his head, almost challenging. One could say that those green eyes have daylight at their command and simultaneously give night its dreams. Those green eyes can uncover your darkest fear and make you forget you feel it. Those green eyes are trying to free him, to need him and for a second Castiel believes Dean could change the world. But it only takes him another minute to know that Dean can't change him. Suddenly, he can see everything that's wrong with him, but what can he do? He's the only thing he really has. And what if... he doesn't want to be changed? What if Castiel has had enough of all the lies? Being pushed around, being treated like he's a mere pawn? Something sparks inside of Castiel and he remembers that this vessel only holds him back. Maybe Dean could change the world, but Castiel wants to watch it burn. If only they treated him better... Oh, it's coming soon and it's only a matter of time. Those green eyes widen in terror as Castiel rips apart what has kept him trapped all this time. He can feel himself expand, all particles merging with the surroundings. They become him as much as he becomes them. He loves the one in front of him, this creature that's nothing but a speck of dust in the wind. But he's had enough, too many betrayals, too much hurt. The vessel made him weak, but now he can see clearly. He looks into those green eyes one more time and there's no telling what he would do with his hands stuck on Dean. But then again, what stops him? Some don't care about the ones they hurt and Castiel just became one of them, he eschews all those human feelings that made him vulnerable. Yeah, it's time to watch the world burn.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Misadventures of Phoenix and Shadow Chimera Sorcerer Part 19: A small curse terror||

Hi dears. I just got another idea for this so have another chapter. It was funny in my head so I hope you like it. Please enjoy part 19.

----- Chapters of Adventure so far --------

||Previous chapters of Chapter 1-9||

||Previous chapters of Chapters 6-13||

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

((Your reading chapter 19))

||Drabble Summary||

It's been some time after Kisho brought back the little Possom like Raccoon curse spirit to the school. However, it seems things have gotten a bit bad after he did. What chaos has this little curse brought? read to find out.

||Warning||

~A little curse brat

~lots of yelling and cursing

~destruction might be present in this

||Muses in this drabble||

Taz Hellion, Kinie, , Daichi/Eito belongs to my friend and amazing rp partner@chunibyo-x-sorcerer that is a side blog owned by @demon-blood-youths

Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki belong to Jujtusu Kaisen but also to me due to rping them as muses. While the same for Miko Yotsuya, yuria niguredou nd Hana Yurikawa from the anime series/manga series Mieruko-chan but also to me due to rping as them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"So Taz, how have you been so far? We heard your still growing stronger by the day. We all still do miss you but we hope your well." Taz Hellion was speaking to her leader from the DBT: Van Ink the dragon. She's been doing the daily check up today seeing her in her dorm room.

"Hi Ink and I miss you too. I've been alright and still getting stronger by the day. Though, we are just having another day off though due to some things." she laughed a bit while sitting on her bed to look at the screen.

"Ah, I see. Well, knowing how training has been I believe that. Though, has anything new happened with you and the others?" she asked as Taz thinks about it.

"Hmmmm, not really. Though, some things have happened." Taz explains before she looks seeing a baby quoll near by rolling on it's back. The same one that Taz summoned when she became a toddler. However, their was another curse that was curled up in her lap happily.

"Uhhhhh wait, what is that?" Ink noticed to see the Possum racoon curse. However, she blinks to pet his head to smile.

"Oh this is Charlie. He's a curse that Kisho and Megumi found when on a mission. He tends to be a grumpy pants but he's not too bad." she said while petting him. The baby quoll nuzzles against her hand too as she was petting both of them.

"Wait..Kisho and Megumi found him? Though, he don't seem like a grumpy pants.."

"Trust me, he is. He tends to be a trouble maker." Taz said with a sweatdrop. But maybe she can explain.

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"So yeah! I figured if we bring him back we can teach him now to be nice!" Kisho was speaking to the others even the Principle Yaga who was seeing both Megumi and Yuji scratched up all over while Megumi was doing his best not to be angry.

"Uh huh........and your telling me this how? I thought the curse was with them during the time-"

"Lets just say we found it during the time we were shopping for Taz and Yuji. But Kisho figure it was a good idea to go and bring it back." he explains to see Yaga sigh.

"......"

"Please Mister Yaga. I'm sure he can be nice..." Kisho said only to see the curse hiss and hops on his face scratching his face again. Kisho screams in pain trying to stop it.

"WILL YOU STOP SCRATCHING MY FACE!? OW THAT HURTS! STOP IT!"

"........" Nanami, Yaga, and Gojo blinks to hear this but they were unsure on how this curse will be good. With a sigh, he looks to him.

"Fine. I guess you can prove it. You boys will just try to make our 'guest' welcome. Just....keep it out of trouble." he said.

"R..right.." Megumi said seeing Kisho rolling on the ground trying to get the curse off his now scratched up face.

"Ow..."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh wow. So that curse named Charlie was like that?" Ink asked.

"Yeah but he don't mean to. Though, he seems to be friendly with the girls instead of the guys." Taz said still petting his head seeing the baby quoll now sleeping in her lap too.

"Charlie was either very scared when being found or maybe he was just unsure on what to do."she said but Taz keeps holding both curses to her.

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As soon as Kisho and Megumi was given the order to keep a eye on the curse. He already caused some chaos. From the first day, he's been always biting and clawing at the boys who would take turns to it but it was after Taz and Yuji were back to normal. At first, Taz was shocked hearing this even Yuji was too when hearing this. But more when seeing the little curse.

"Why are you two so scratched up?" Nobara said but Kisho sighed.

"You don't want to know-Ow!"

"Sorry!" Miko said trying to put some medicine on the scratches of his face while holding a bottle, a cotton ball with tweezers.

"Well, even though you guys look like a mess..." Nobara sighed. "Though, has the little guy gotten used to his new home?" she asked.

"..Eh...in a way.." Kisho said remembering it shredding his clothes, trying to bit Eito. Their was times it sneaks off causing problems like attacking Megumi while he sleeps or jumpscaring. To Yuji being bitten and him scratching at his face. All Sukuna would do is laugh.

"Well you guys have got to try being more nice to it or...him?" she said.

"Well, it's more like a monster if that's the right word!" Megumi said annoyed with this curse hearing it hiss at him but he saw it glare at him before seeing Megumi holding him.

"Besides, we wouldn't have to worry about him if he stops biting me and the guys." he said poking his nose seeing veins showing till it chomps down on his hand. "OW! YOU FUCKING LITTLE-"

He sees him jump from his hands right into Taz's arms as she blinks to hold it. He hisses angry at Megumi, Kisho, and Yuji but nuzzles happily against Taz.

"Uhhhhhh....he seems to like you...." Miko said to Taz.

"HA!?!? THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Kisho said.

'Wow, I can't believe you brats are so scared of a little thing. You call yourselves sorcerers?!' Kinie said laughing at the boys even if they look to her trying to not say anything.

"You don't get it Kinie that THING hates us!" Yuji said.

'Yeah, no kidding!' she said bursting out laughing.

"I..I don't know how he likes me. I just met him.....but he does look cute." she said seeing him now trying to be cute before it looks to Nobara wagging it's tail.

"Huh, she's got a point. He looks more like a little kid than most." she even reaches to scratch it's head hearing a happy trill from it's throat. It even wraps the tail around her wrist hoping for more.

".............."

"You...that fucking little-"

"Easy Megumi, easy." Kisho said nervous seeing him wanting to destroy that little beast.

"How can I!? Why did you think bringing him back was a good idea!?" he said grabbing Kisho by the shirt who yelps.

"I thought he would be added as a new member like Wilson!" he said in a panic.

"SERIOUSLY!?" He said only to see the cruse being petted by Nobara, Taz, and Yuria. Miko was just done with fixing Kisho up before seeing the curse hop and lands in her arms. She squeaked seeing him nuzzling her cheek.

"H..hello there little guy.." she said being carefully while even Eito, Wilson, and Anaconda was curious he only keeps being happy with the females but he seems to be alright with them too.

'Oh this little jerk!' Kisho thought only for him to still be admired by the girls. He even walks over to glare at it. "How come your so nice with them and not us!? Why be a little brat!" he said only for the curse to hiss and chomp down on his hand again.

Kisho twitched only to yelp out in pain from the bite as he rolls on the ground from the pain. Megumi and Yuji sweatdrops even seeing Eito looking at him with a deadpan expression.

"Now now, I'm sure he didn't mean it.." Yuria said.

"Oh he did! I'll get you for that!" Kisho said with tears in his eyes even if the curse hisses at him but goes to nuzzling Taz happily calm again.

"I..I think we should give him a...a name right?" Miko asked seeing the girls agree.

"Hmmmm..true. So...what should we name him?" Nobara asked.

"....How about Ross?" Yuria said seeing the curse shaking his head.

"Mark?" Nobara said seeing him shake his head.

"..St...steve?" Miko said seeing him shake his head. Taz thinks a little but she blinks to look.

"How about Charlie? Is that okay?" she asked to see him blink but nod as he goes to hop in Taz's arms to lick her cheek. She blinks holding him.

"So Charlie hmm? Alright then, we'll call you Charlie!" she said as the girls were happy. However, the boys were shocked seeing this. That sneaky little punk got the girls to love him! However, when doing so, he shows a snickering grin from the girls to the guys who was seething right now.

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"Ohhhh now I get it. Wow, he must cause a lot of trouble around don't he?" Ink asked.

"Hmmm, In a way but he's not bad. He's just a little curse. It's just like Wilson when he was taken out due to be cursed. So I think Charlie will be fine. The other shikigami get along with him. I don't know why he don't get along with big brother and the others though." she mutters wondering about it.

"Well, I'm sure in the future they will get along. I do want them to be happy even with this little guy. Mr. Yaga already made a cute plush for him too so it means he's part of the family now!" she smiled looking at the two sleeping shikigami.

"Speaking of them, where are the guys?" Ink asked.

"Ehhhh they said something about doing some cleaning work around school. I'm sure they will be done before lunch later." she said. This made Ink blink wondering what happened but she gets the feeling it involved Charlie.

Meanwhile with them, they had to clean the classroom due to Charlie's rage so they were cleaning it up before Megumi was brushing something away.

"You know, maybe it was a bad idea to bring him here.." Kisho said only to get bonked on the head hard by Megumi leaving a swollen lump. "OW!"

"YOU THINK!?" he shouted shaking his fist. "I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE EXORCIST THE CURSE BUT NOW BECAUSE OF THIS HE'S STUCK WITH US!" Megumi said.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW! I THOUGHT HE WOULD BE NICE LATER IN THE FUTURE BUT WE WILL HAVE TO KEEP TRYING WON'T WE?!" he said only for Megumi's eye to twtich.

"He's right. Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. I'm sure he will be nice....if we try." Yuji said. Moments later, Yuji and Kisho were running out of the classroom with bunnies chasing them.

"COME ON MEGUMI!! WE WERE JUST SAYING!" Yuji said scared as he ran.

"YEAH, THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"

"GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!" He shouted chasing them as Kisho and Yuji runs off screaming for their lives. However, they will be sure to finish up the cleaning and maybe think of a way to get better with knowing Charlie. Maybe.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Drifting - Passive floating in a river, thinking about letting himself drift away while the sun occasionally peaks from behind clouds. Before a decision is made, Dream interrupts him. Sun appearances coincide with happier thoughts? Ends on positive note since Dream is like the sun?

Dust to Dust - Nightmare accidentally getting killed by Dream, probably with his bow? While Dream is shocked & Nightmare is turning into dust, it takes until someone points it out for Dream to notice he is also dusting away at the same time.

Revert - Nightmare is hit with a positivity arrow(?) & the goop melts off of him as he screams in agony, eventually going quiet as his passive form is revealed laying passed out. Once he wakes up, he's very confused & can't understand anyone except for Dream, since languages have changed.

Fall - Something based on an incident that happened to me, where a tree fell & crushed me when I was young. Nightmare would take the place of me, obviously, in his passive form.

[theboarsbride]

WIP 🐻‍❄️🩸🦷

'Hide your eyes and bare your teeth to me, my darling; let me see the blood that stains them.'

Mad that, funnily enough, my art motivation is at a low because I can't do experimental stuff as well on my phone compared to my tablet 🙃

But yeah...just a quick thingie based off a pose I found on pinterest... exploring more of Bear Wife and Sir John's dynamic🥴sir john thinking that he and his men are civilized machines of the British empire, when bear wife is just like, "no, im going to show you that you're no less a nightmare than me, babe, c'mere-👹"

[gravedigest]

HNMT drabble

”Deimos?”

Hm.

“Deimos? I can’t seem to find Deimos.”

The feet beneath the cot shuffle a little further into the shadows, near silent, but now fully hidden.

“I was going to give him some tablet time…”

… Nothing? Really?

“If he snuck out, they’re going to call security down. They’ll probably tell me to revoke snack closet privileges.”

There’s his little monster, springing off the back wall, claws outstretched. The kid fully wraps around his legs, mouth wide, they make eye contact as Deimos goes for the kill-

Just a light tap of his teeth against Doc’s ankle before he gets his mouth twisted in an evil grin.

He’s such an animal.

But, kids really are just animals.

“You brushed your teeth?”

“Nope!”

“Why not?”

“Poison attack.”

Doc rubs at the bridge of his nose, and gives Deimos a look.

The kid stares up, withered.

“… Vvvvenom attack.”

“Better. Go brush.” He scoots the kid with a foot, until Deimos detaches to get up to his feet and dash off to the washroom.

He should probably supervise.

Last time he let him go by himself, Deimos had started messing around in the eye rinse station.

Kudos to the designer, they created something with such an understandable design that a feral child could operate it first try. Then use it to trick scientists into demonstrating how the thing worked, smacking the button to start the flush when they leaned down to show him how one should put their face.

Utter nightmare.

“You have not had the time to brush-“ Deimos had come back to the room, toothbrush in hand-

Blood dribbling from his mouth.

“Bit m’cheek,” He hooks his own lip like a fish, trying to show where he’d hurt himself. He looks- Not panicked, but worried, as Doc drops to his knees to inspect the damage. “Does it count?”

Doc almost doesn’t hear the question through the fact that Deimos is talking around his own fingers. He tilts the kid’s head to see better, and- Yikes. He hasn’t chewed himself that hard since he’d first arrived. “Count for what, Deimos?”

“Bites? There’s blood.”

… His kid doesn’t live a normal life.

He inhales, exhales, then coaxes Deimos into just a little bit of eye contact. “What would a muzzle do if you bit the inside of your mouth?”

“… Nothin’?”

“Right. Let me find some cotton.”

The labs are filled with every type of swab and medium one could hope to find, this area used to be a place for chemical research. Then they got that new wing, and this place has been overrun by the more esoteric projects that no one wants to properly classify.

Or document.

Or acknowledge.

Not for lack of interest, but more-so the want for an amount of secrecy. Some things that happen here are completely inane and downright stupid, some things are above Doc’s own pay-grade.

Some things are packing cotton balls in a par-boiled clone’s mouth and emphasizing that he must not, under any circumstances, swallow the cotton balls.

Doc can tell he is really fighting the urge.

Admirable.

“If you swallow them, I’ll have to have Skinner pump your stomach again.”

“Noooooo…”

He’d swallowed several coins.

And a small desk toy.

And only got caught because he’d been eating erasers.

He is curious about something, though.

“… Does it hurt?”

Deimos looks puzzled by the question, finger in his mouth to press at the cotton like he’s keeping it in place. His brows are all pinched, slightly raised, like Doc’s an idiot.

He nods.

“… I’ve just noticed you don’t really tell me when something hurts.”

“M’I s’posed to?”

“I’d like to know. People usually say ‘Ow’ when they get hurt.”

“Ow.”

“Good enough.”

The kid beams with bloody teeth, and allows himself to be ushered back to his room.

Doc does fulfill the semi-promise of letting Deimos have the tablet for a while, watching him go through puzzles until the kid starts leaning more and more against the wall, until his eyes droop.

He has Deimos spit the cotton out before he konks out, the bleeding stopped for the moment.

Doc lingers for a while. He should be taking the chance to pop back to his apartment, perhaps get a few hours of proper rest on a flat surface, but the prospect of leaving the kid alone down here continues to be a daunting one.

Deimos gets into trouble, yes.

He’s not exactly concerned about that, because he gets in trouble for show. He has to have an audience to make it entertaining, and there are only a few scant researches that will make nighttime trips to this level, if they do show up.

And he isn’t afraid of Deimos being caught in an emergency, per say.

Deimos can quite obviously take care of himself if someone were to break in to the labs again, he has the upper-hand in the dark and the ability to hold his own if he gets a weapon.

He’s more worried about…

Well, he isn’t quite sure.

The sight of the kid with a bloody mouth, that he may hurt himself and have no one there to fuss over him, that he won’t take care of himself because he lacks the necessary reactions to reduce his own pain.

That he may get scared, waking up alone.

Or that he may wander off looking for Doc.

That he’ll have a bad dream.

He looks over the kid, in his too-big cot, swaddled in enough blankets to swim in.

He has the thought again, the thought that he should be in a house, that he shouldn’t subsist off what equates to mediocre hospital food, that there should be clothes that fit him and shoes he could wear.

It would be a mistake to have more kids for him to be around, this world is not made for children.

He doesn’t go back to his apartment. He finds a vending machine to get a bag of chips, and takes up on the uncomfortable couch in a nearby break room, writing out his notes until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

He’ll go home tomorrow.

He just won’t define where home is yet.

[misterallfiction]

『Oh.』

“『Hello there.』”

“『Funny running into each other like this, huh? Life really does work in mysterious ways! One day you could be on your way home from doing groceries, when suddenly a rogue ninja stabs you in the chest with their ghost sword and you become the pirate king of a planet of space warriors. But I digress. You might be wondering where it is I've been all this time. And to that, I say.. I was gone? I genuinely had no idea!』

"No, seriously. I was about to fight some muscular fanged lady for personal reasons. And the next thing I know, I wake up in a trash can. And now everything is different than it was a second ago. I don't even recognize half of the people here. As if I wasn't miserable enough to begin with."

“『But let's set aside the deterioration of my already flimsy grip on reality. We find ourselves now on the dawn of a new day! A day where I've had to sit down and reflect. On my past actions, specifically. I've hurt quite a number of people. Caused no small amount of chaos. Burned down a hospital or two.』

“『There is no denying the fact that what I did was completely, utterly and unreservedly wrong. And that regardless of my motivations, they caused an unwarranted amount of duress to not only my fellow islanders, but to the benevolent souls that work every day to ensure that this place is able to run smoothly and provide a means of comfort for us all. It is for that reason that I say to them. To every single person I have ever inconvenienced..』

“『That I apologize for nothing because I did absolutely nothing wrong! Not that apologizing to anyone here would even mean anything! The way we see things is so fundamentally different that we're not even on the same planet. Metaphorically speaking. But I have come to the realization that I can't keep going the way I have. So I've changed things about myself. What things? It doesn't matter! But they've definitely changed! And now the new me is going to go out in the world and find meaning in the meaninglessness of this all!』

“『Phew! That should be good enough. Thanks for being my practice audience, conspicuously generic plush toy that was not at all swapped out for something else!I 've gotta get outta here before whoever actually owns this room shows up. And then I'll actually give this speech to everyone! It'll be so cool and they'll all marvel at how great I am. And then I'll set something on fire.. No, on second thought, probably not. I've outgrown that. Look out Spirale! Kumagawa's here!』

[inkykeiji]

>.<

[missing-sock-misto]

I love that the humans named Misto Dante, it’s such a good concept. Do you have any human family names for the other cats?

(This ask is referencing the tags of this post)

So, for some context-

@thunderwhenhepurrs got super into mafia stuff a while back and developed some OCs and a story. So we played around with a crossover where their characters; Ella (a modern girl with time travel powers) and Damiano (a 1920’s mafia don learning to get out of the business), adopted Misto and Tugger.

Long way of saying all the names have an Italian flavor.

We made some stories and drabbles that were a lot of fun but just never got put on Ao3 cause the legwork of getting people to know who the OCs were was too high.

But:

Dante- a dainty all black cat who showed up one day and got adopted by the pair. Damiano is certain he is actually a demon in cat skin, Ella is blissfully oblivious to anything supernatural (she has a history of adopting not fully normal cats, so she just thinks it’s all normal behavior, and that Damiano is being superstitious. It doesn’t help that Dante makes a game of only doing supernatural things (climbing on walls & ceilings, turning into a black ooze) when Damiano is looking, and then being perfectly cute and innocent as soon as Ella turns around. The two have formed a mutual alliance- I give you tuna, you don’t eat my soul. Win win.)

Romeo- A huge brown tabby maine coon who shows up one day and insists that this house is his too. At first, the pair are scared that he’d be a danger to their cats, and prevent him from entering, but eventually the tom makes it inside the house. The humans are surprised to find the tom draped over the sofa like a small lion, enthusiastically grooming the normally aloof Dante. They decide that the cat distribution system is at work and won’t take no for an answer.

Caesar- A massive ginger maine coon with amber eyes owned by Damiano’s don rival, Juliano. (Because, he is exactly the type of guy who would call their cat Caesar when his own name is “little Julius”). Despite how expensive Caesar must have been, Juliano shows a general disregard for the cat, allowing it to roam the streets and get matted and dirty. It’s got a strange aura to it, fire crackling behind a closed door. It is a nasty surprise when the pair are disturbed in modern times by a strangely similar looking cat stalking their house.

Leonardo- the brother or cousin of Romeo, as far as the humans can determine. He’s an intelligent silver tabby maine coon, and as such is named after Leonard da Vinci. Romeo will tease him whenever he stops by, bapping him in the face before running away.

Papà Paffuto- Plump Papa. He’s more fluff than cat, and Romeo turns into a kitten whenever he’s around. A sweet elderly cat, he loves basking in the sun and sleeping.

.

Damiano’s friend, a Jewish mobster, also has a couple of cats.

Adina- meaning ‘gentle’ in hebrew, she is a skittish cat, terrified of strangers, but with a kind nature.

Aviva- the kitten of Adina, her name means Springtime. She has longer fur than her mother, with the tips of maine coon ears starting to form. She is sweet and inquisitive.

Malka- meaning Queen in hebrew, a gorgeous red somali cat who is fiercely protective of Adina and Aviva.

Thank you for asking! Writing this universe, where the humans actually mattered in the instead of being a faceless backdrop, was really fun! It’s nice to be able to talk about it!

[laissezferre]

A story in which Francis survives, but does not truly live. James tries to help him find wonder in the world.

A pinch-hit for @fallfitzierexchange

Read on AO3

[charliemack]

“Perhaps Not“

Hear me out.

Once upon a time there was a Netsilik hunter called Koveyook, travelling with his family. He's just made a new friend! His new friend very hungry and a very pretty. The hunter and his friend exchange gifts! Precious food for precious wonders.

And now, Koveyook's new friend has told him to stay put while he runs off in distress.

Mmmm, thinks Koveyook. Perhaps not.

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Read it on AO3!!

(Wrote this for Lee almost a year ago. Lost it. Tonight, @bloomrebounds found it (thank u). So I'm posting it before I lose it again.)