#tua prompts

[hihomeghere]

Hi can you do 5 and 23 with five? please and thank you !

Word count : 750

Warnings/Tags : Cursing, alcohol, older!Five. I was so happy to get a Five request! Haven’t written for him in so long it was good to get back into his head <3

Prompts : “If you seriously propose that I sit on your lap, I will kill you.", “Are they really just a friend?”

You could feel Five’s eyes boring into the back of your head from across the bar. Trying your hardest to focus on whatever Klaus was rambling about now. Even without the alcohol, his bubbly speech fit right in with the chatter of the intoxicated around you. You sipped your drink, something Lila had ordered for you. One of her favorites, since she couldn’t drink it.

It had become more and more of a challenge to deal with this unspoken thing between you and Five. Especially when you had his brothers and sister-in-laws constantly hounding you. He rested against the bar top, exuding confidence as his fingers curled around the crystal glass in his hands. His right hand laid on his thigh. You caught his eye for a moment, cursing as his familiar smirk tugged on the corner of his lip.

“Y/n.” Klaus said, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“I’m listening.” You nodded, turning to look at him, bringing your glass up to your lips.

“I thought you were eye-fucking my brother across the bar.” He chuckled, a wide grin splitting across his face.

“Klaus!” You hissed, taking a step closer to him. Wide eyed as you turned your back on Five.

“What?” He laughed, “I can not tell a lie.” He said, holding his hand up in a fake salute.

“I was not eye-fucking him.” You say, feigning disgust, “Besides we are just friends.” You quickly brought your drink up, taking a large gulp.

“Is he really just a friend?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“You know Klaus, I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to agree with Five here.” You said with a shrug, starting to walk backwards away from him, “You need to find some friends that aren’t your siblings.” You said with a teasing smile.

“Who peed in your wheaties?” He scoffed as you walked through the sea of bodies to Five. He greeted you with a smug smile, lifting up his glass.

“Got tired of Klaus?” He asked, raising a brow.

“How could you tell?” You laughed looking for an open chair nearby. His eyes got a certain glint in them, he took a breath clicking his tongue.

“You know-“ He started, holding his arm open over his lap.

“If you seriously propose I sit on your lap, I will kill you.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Just a suggestion sweetheart.” He said with a nonchalant shrug, his signature smug grin on his lips. You lean on the bar top next to him, swallowing the rest of your drink.

“You wanna know what Klaus was talking about?” You asked, hissing as the alcohol burned your throat. Giving you a newfound confidence.

“Enlighten me.” He chuckled

“He said that I was ‘eye-fucking’ you.” You chuckled, heat blooming in your cheeks at your admission. He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Hm,” He thinks for a moment, “I would have thought he would have said that about me.” Your mouth goes dry at his words. You were glad you hadn’t been drinking because you’re sure you would have choked.

“What?” You chuckled nervously.

“Would have thought he would have seen me ‘eye-fucking’ you.” He grinned, his eyes raking over your body.

“Are you kidding?” You sputter, your eyes wide as you stare at Five.

“Do I look like I’m kidding sweetheart?” He asked, raising his brows, that stupid fucking smirk plastered on his face. You blink a couple times, trying to think of a coherent sentence. He sighs, sucking in a breath. “Look, I get it if-“ You cut him off, pressing your lips against his.

He reached forward, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck as he pulled you closer. You stumbled forward, your hand falling onto his thigh. His slacks slick under your hand. His tongue swipes your lower lip, a silent ask for entrance. Which you happily agree to. The smooth taste of his cognac filled your senses as he licked into your mouth.

It was intoxicating, his hands were everywhere, as his tongue delved into your mouth. The rest of the world seemed to fall away, as though you were the only two people in existence.

You two parted, panting as he looked at you through heavy lidded eyes. A boyish grin spread across his lips, replacing the smirk he had earlier.

“I like that drink,” He chuckled, swiping his thumb over his lip “I think I need another taste.”

“I’d have to agree.” You giggled, moving forward to kiss him again.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

The Umbrella Academy AU idea:

They ALL cause the apocalypse

Luther causes an earthquake that shatters the entire world

Diego can bend anything. Including skyscrapers, mountains, water, fire, etc.

Allison only has to say a single sentence and reality alters completely

Klaus can make anything dead with a single thought

Five destroys the timeline, creates a paradox and a kugelblitz

Ben's powers become Leviathan

Viktor destroys the moon

I think this idea would be amazing for a fanfiction. Change things slighty here and there but hint that the apocalypse is still going to happen. But the reader doesn't know who, because no one is evil or suspicious or anything of the sort. But as the plot goes on, everyone slowly gets more powerful.

Then, the apocalypse. And everything is going to shit. Nobody meant to do what they did. It all just happened.

They travel back in time, they are all together this time. And they all break down. They all destroyed the world that they had tried to save the last few days. They were the catalyst and they are much stronger than any of them would have thought

[crimsons-whump-pile]

been on a self-sacrifice kick lately (which is a really ominous thing to say outside of the context of a whump blog) but SPECIFICALLY the self sacrifice where they’re doing it all to save one person/group, and that person/group has no fucking clue about it. whether this is by whumpee’s design, or because the person/group they chose to care about didn’t care enough about them in return to notice when they were hurting… well.

personally, I like the second bc it gives us room to either make the group (going with group for now bc I want to) either own up to their mistakes and shower whumpee in care and affection while simultaneously trying to convince them to Stop Doing That, OR. it also gives the option of the group becoming more whumpers by reinforcing whumpee’s belief that yes, they should sacrifice themself. who’s going to care if they’re hurting? they’re protecting the group as a whole, so it’s fine, isn’t it? put the good of the many over the good of the few.

bonus points if whumpee started being self-sacrificing bc of a guilt complex, since that would add soooo many more layers to their group rejecting them and reinforcing their self-sacrificing behaviour.

[chaoticklesblog]

Sorry, I've gone dark with content over here. I just finished TUA Sunday and really want to write wholesome content of one of the most dysfunctional adopted sibling groups featured in a Top 10 Netflix Original, but honestly? I haaaated season 4, and it still depresses me to think about it. Maybe I'll write a fic or two to cheer me up (eventually lmfao). But what kind of fic would get great reception for those who enjoyed the show up until Netflix butchered Season 4? Vote below!

(Also, I have some vague Wolverine Deadpool ideas percolating in my brain, and maybe after I crank out a couple of TUA fics, I can focus my energy there!!!) So what kind of TUA fic would you guys like?

[soshadysoquiet]

All the Fives

A plot bunny; just imagine if S4 had all possible time travelling versions of Five converged and existing at once? I mean they could, we have very loosey goosey rules on time travel, just think of all the Fives from dif timelines coexisting: (Assuming they somehow don't have the same level of paradox psychosis)

Baby Five: Actually 13, has been there just a few days when they the siblings arrive in S4. Sees his doppelgängers and freaks out. None of the other Fives know what to do with him and it took them embarrassingly long to notice he was there, he is appalled at all of them of course and keeps running away to try and get home.

Our Old-Young Five: As arrived with his siblings, his super competent ass finds all the other Fives in record time and has and absolute aneurysm about their being here. Tries to contain them, everything is an unmitigated nightmare. (He will eventually just give up and try to drink the insanity away after a few months, by which point the siblings have finally noticed there's way too many Fives about the place)

Thirteen going on Sixty Five (as arrived in S1): has been there since last week of March. If the first Five to time travel back and get stuck at thirteen was confused, this one is pretty sure time travel actually broke his mind. Where's the meri tech building? What about the apocalypse? Why didn't it happen? How come the other Five he landed next to has an adult body and he's stuck like this? He spends most of the time trying to rally the siblings (they struggle to know which Five they're dealing with - if they even know there are multiples at first) or find Delores.

Fifty year old Five: They one who time travelled with the correct equation, has been there since last week of March, arriving alongside Thirteen going on Sixty Five. He is smug, being the only adult. He is also trying to solve the apocalypse, being the only sane one clearly. He is also in so much back pain these pubescent clones need to slow down. He is also having to escort his other selves anywhere where a parent would be needed. He's pretty sure Our Five is plotting against him, or all of them. Wishes he'd never met any of them.

Aged Tube Five: Has been there in his paradox room barely surviving since the fifties with some life-extending assistance. Our Five unearths and kidnaps him, keeping him hidden away in the basement / attic / spare room has absolutely not told the other Fives about him, and periodically goes down there to snipe and shout at Tube Five. Tube Five just wants to die in peace.

I think that each of the Fives' stories playing out in different genres that keep awkwardly intermingling as they all coexist in the same house would be hilarious.

There has to be at least one scene where the 3 thirteen year old fives pretend to be triplets and sixty year old five alternatively gets forced to deter CPS or tries to find ways to get them all sent to juvenile detention centres.

[sparrow-mask22]

Diego/Lila hurt-comfort prompt. Song: True Colors by Justin Timberlake and Anna Kendrick

So I was thinking about this prompt a lot after TUA S4, so I have decided IT IS UP TO ME TO SAVE THE GOLDEN SHIP OF TUA!!!! feel free to use this prompt just credit me if you ever decide to use it for your own stories, it would mean a lot to me.

TW: implied past child abuse

So this prompt takes place a few months after the finale of season three, around the same time Lila starts showing. (Whether or not she and Diego are married at this point is up to you). Taking place a day after Diego and Lila find out that they are having a girl, Lila is absolutely freaking out about being a mother to a girl because of how The Handler was as a girl mom.

Lila then wakes up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare about The Handler and looks at herself in the bathroom mirror. Then she looks at her belly and immediately gets on her knees and starts crying, profusely apologizing to the baby for already being an atrocious mother.

Diego wakes up to her cries and immediately does a whole 180, thinking something is wrong with the baby.

Diego asks Lila if she is okay, but Lila responds with "Go away Diego…" and that’s how he knows something is wrong.

Diego remembers the song Grace would always sing to him and his siblings (mostly him) whenever they cried (True Colors), and immediately knows what to do.

Diego gets on the floor with Lila as he sings to her, turning her head towards him as if to say  "Look at me. It's gonna be okay."

Lila subtly starts singing along but not loud enough for Diego to hear (how she knows the song is up to you).

Eventually, Lila begins to sing along for real for real, and she and Diego stand up and start swaying place with each other, touching foreheads.

After singing, Diego remembers how Lila is far enough in her pregnancy for the baby to be able to hear them, making Diego emotional that their child’s first ever memory is of them singing.

Your welcome for all the serotonin

[amazingmsme]

Hi, I saw you hadn’t saw S4 of TUA (me neither tbh) but would you still be interested in writing for it pre-S4 or has your TUA era fully ended?

I mean, I plan to finish it at some point, but I haven’t been in the mood, especially after the general consensus lmao. So I’d still be up for writing for it! It’s just not my favorite thing to write for at the moment. But I still love the characters & would be open to it!

[missjiru]

I guess this is more than a scratch track but I think it still needs some tweaking before I upload it on SoundCloud. I loved the original INXS track already but the Paloma Faith version is just *chef's kiss*. So here's my cover! Backing instrumental is a karaoke arrangement. All I did was record and mix the vocals.

This also kinda gives me an idea for a Five fanfic prompt. The whole crew is out for karaoke for whatever reason (wedding, everyone's collective birthday or something) and fem!reader sings this track and Five is mesmerized. They eventually go back home/to the academy. Maybe they are chilling in the bar area. Five asks if she'll sing it again just for him. Burlesque-y, strip tease-y, sexy shenanigans ensue?

[ollycohens]

TUA art prompts? Specifically Five! <3

Example: Five in a suit. Five in a dress (🫣). Five crying, etc…

[assaily]

Wip Game

Rules: Post the names of all your works in your WIP folder. Let people send you asks based on those titles and any that especially intrigues them, and then respond to them. Lastly, tag as many people as WIPs you have.

Thank you @littlerit and @rockinlibrarian for the tags!

I have a lot of wips so i’m just gonna do a couple more recent ones. And they're all tua, they're all about Five.

1. Hide the Morning from the Stars - The thing that started this one was a line I heard that went, “I just wanted to be loved!” It another one of those post-everything Five acclimating to a peaceful life poorly type fic. The siblings are pretty caught up in rebuilding their own lives, as you do, and so Five proceeds to have the loneliest first year of retirement ever. This one also leans pretty heavy into something @mangoshorthand posted or reblogged a few whiles back about Five struggling to reconnect with Grace because she reminds him of the Handler. 

2. Howling still counts as a wip because i cannot go a full 24 hour period without thinking about it. It’s just sitting in my brain, simmering in all the juices. I’m working on this one constantly. Like all the other wips are on a constant rotation, but this is the big fat star they inevitably orbit.

3. Selkies and Shit - my attempt at mermay masked author but i haven’t gotten very far with it. I don’t even know how to describe this one. The kids were selkies, the Handler was a pirate who was keeping Five and Lila’s skins, and everyone in the world had forgotten all their memories from more than six months prior. No one knew why, but it had something to do with the Moon being missing and the ocean being tide-less. 

4. Planned Obsolescence - that fic where the Commission put a kill switch in Five in case he ever defected and then it slowly kills Five when he defects to be with his family. Here’s a tid bit from that one.

5. the delicate parts of us - it’s... a wing fic. anyone remember that really gory wing eruption scene in Haibane Renmei? yeah, i watched that as a kid and this isn’t the first time i’ve been inspired by it. Kind of dumb, actually, but mostly about Five asking for help.

6. And an untitled post-season 3 fic about Five being human trafficked and saving some kids and generally having a bad time and then a less bad time when his family shows up.

Gonna tag @mangoshorthand​, @sharkneto, @clementineofmine, and @in-a-slanted-outhouse. Participation isn’t mandatory, only if you want to, and even if you weren’t tagged. 

[silentsneezes]

here’s a little klaus fic based on a request from @iknowthisisoddbuthereweare with allergic klaus and caretaking dave

Klaus finds himself wandering the academy for the second time this day. He drags his feet, allowing his fever driven thoughts to cloud his vision. Unsurprisingly, dragging his feet almost immediately results in him tripping.

Klaus falls (not so gracefully) and lands facedown on the old, dirty carpet in the living room of the Academy.

“Klaus? Are you okay?”

Klaus looks up hazily, eyes glazed over with fever, “Viktor! I’ve never been better.”

Viktor hesitates, “Right….” he takes a seat next to Klaus, examining his sickly sibling. Viktor sighs, a small frown creasing his lips, “Are you drunk? It’s only 1, Klaus.”

Klaus’ smile vanishes, replaced with overwhelming guilt (except due to his fever, everything feels slightly overwhelming), “I’m not drunk!”

Viktor’s frown deepens, “I’m not mad Klaus-,” Klaus interrupts him with a dramatic hitch and a poorly stifled, “heh-h’Nngxt!”

Klaus’ body jerks with the suppressed sneeze, his head ducks instinctively towards a clenched fist.

“Bless you,” Viktor mumbles, clearly under the impression that Klaus was sneezing because of wine (a reasonable assumption).

“Thanks-heh-oh geez,” Klaus paws at his nose, “h’nngXt! hrsXchT!”

“Bless,” Diego mumbles as he walks in, “Why’re you on the floor?”

“Oh, me? I’m just enjoying the view,” Klaus replies quietly, cringing internally at the burning sensation in his throat.

Diego redirects his question towards Viktor, “why’s he on the floor?”

“He’s drunk,” Viktor stands up, brushing the dust off his pants and walking towards the kitchen, “Klaus, have you eaten anything yet?”

“Mhm!” Klaus hums a response, sitting up and trying to gather his bearings. Admittedly, Klaus hadn’t had much to eat other than copious amounts of cold medicine and leftover frozen pizza from the night before.

“Okay. I’m heading to the store, so text me if you need anything,” Viktor offers Klaus a small smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Klaus considers asking for tissues, cough drops, and other cold remedies, but decides against it.

“I’m dandy,” Klaus chirps, punctuating his statement with a small sniffle. Diego rolls his eyes, taking a seat on the couch opposite Klaus.

Klaus absentmindedly rubs at his nose, trying to quell the itch blooming in the back of his sinuses, “snf… heh-,” his breath hitches softly.

“Allergies acting up?” Diego asks, “That’s what happens when you drink wine at 1 PM, Klaus.”

“I didn’t-ngxt! h’NngxhT! heh…. heHRscHT! drink anything,” Klaus finishes lamely.

“Bless you,” Diego snap’s begrudgingly; no matter how frustrated he is, he always blesses Klaus.

Klaus picks himself up from the floor, swaying as his head floods with feverish delirium, “Well -snf- I’ve got important business to attend to,” Klaus states as he walks towards the stairs.

Klaus ignores Diego’s sarcastic taunts as he walks slowly up the stairs. Admittedly, he does seem fairly inhibited: he’s particularly uncoordinated, his speech is slower than usual due to fever, and he can’t stop sneezing (which happens when he drinks wine).

As Klaus makes his way to his room, the burning sensation in his sinuses grows. His nostrils quiver delicately, breath hitching.

Klaus just barely makes it to his room before a myriad of sneezes overtakes him, “h’nrNSHCxxt! hn’NGxtew! heh-hrRSHChiw!”

“Bless you.”

Klaus nearly topples over as they whip around, “Christ on a cracker, Dave! You just gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry,” Dave offers his partner a warm smile, “You feeling okay?”

Klaus shakes their head, but stops when their fever muddled head protests against the movement. Dave frowns sympathetically and opens his arms, gesturing for Klaus to sit next to him on the bed.

Klaus moves to sit next to Dave, but pauses, holding up a point finger as their nose twitches, “h’nngXt! hrsXchT!! Whoo! Excuse me.”

“Bless you,” Dave pulls a travel pack of tissues out of his pocket and hands them to Klaus as the sick man takes a seat.

“Thanks, Davey,” Klaus tries (and fails) to mimic his usually chipper tone, but the fatigue in his voice is evident.

The couple sits in a comfortable stupor as Klaus tends to their drippy nose. Dave watches sympathetically and tosses Klaus’ used tissues into a garbage bin.

“So,” Dave prompts, “What’s wrong?”

Klaus’ fever muddled brain can only articulate, “I don’t feel good.”

Dave hums sympathetically and runs his fingers through Klaus’ hair, “Baby, you’re burning up,” he observes.

“I know, I’m crazy hot,” Klaus quips halfheartedly.

“Yes, and you have quite the fever,” Dave places his hand on Klaus’ forehead. Klaus bats Dave’s hand away gently as they duck into their elbow, “n’xchGt! heh… hiH-nGXnx!”

Dave hesitates to bless his partner, who appears to be fighting a particularly stubborn sneeze. After an especially dramatic hitch, Klaus’ chest deflates, “Shoot, I lost it.”

Dave rolls his eyes and pulls Klaus closer to him, so the younger man is practically sitting on his lap.

“Wai-heh- Dave-,” Klaus warns, “I’mgonnasn-hehHrTSXChew! hh’kTSCHiew!”

Klaus’ second sneeze ends with a high pitched “ew”, resulting in a small smile from Dave, “Bless you, bug.”

“Sorry!” Klaus moves to sit up, but Dave wraps his arms around the sick man's waist and holds him close, “You’re going to get sick,” Klaus whines.

“I don’t mind,” Dave assures, “Have you had any medicine yet?”

Klaus nods, eyes drifting shut.

“M’kay, you should get some sleep.”

Klaus shakes their head, “I promised Luther I would help him with something or other.”

Dave can’t help but roll his eyes, “I’m sure you can do “something or other” another time, preferably when you’re not sick.”

Klaus gasps dramatically, “David! How dare you! I’m not sick, I’m simply enduring a cold.”

“I’m pretty sure those terms are synonymous-,” Dave pauses as Klaus’ face contorts, eyebrows knitting together, mouth falling open, and nose twitching, “Oh Klaus,” Dave cooes.

“Fre-heh-t not! I’m f-hih?-fine!” Klaus haphazardly talks through his hitching breaths. Dave presses a tissue into Klaus’ hand, “hih-hHTSCHew!”

Klaus snaps forward with a wet, spraying sneeze. A damp mist lingers in the air, but it goes unnoticed by Klaus, “heh-h’nGNxXtch!”

“Bless you!”

Klaus shakes their head, mouth still agape and nostrils still flaring, “heh….”

Dave sits up slightly, propping Klaus up and waiting for his cold ridden partner to sneeze.

“Daaaave,” Klaus whines, pawing at his nose after a particularly dramatic hitch, “it wo-heh-won’t come.”

“May I?” Dave asks, receiving an eagar nod from Klaus. Dave gently touches Klaus’ sensitive, red nose and applies pressure, tracing his finger along the bridge of Klaus’ nose.

Immediately, Klaus’ hitching becomes more intense, “heh-hih- right the-heh-therehHRSCHchew! n’GXNGt! heh-hnNGxsCHEw!”

Klaus sighs with relief, wiping at his nose and sniffing against the mess on his upper lip.

“Bless you, bug.”

Klaus burrows into Dave’s chest with a soft sniffle. The couple stays there for many hours, napping, talking, and (in Klaus’ case) sneezing.

the end! sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. i hope you enjoyed!

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 53

prompt: possession/body sharing

fandoms: bnha, mdzs, mp100, tgcf, tua

bnha

now they’re all dead hearts (to you) by Canonymous

(mature)

When Tomura presses five fingers to the baby-faced boy at the USJ and watches him crumble to dust, he doesn’t think twice about whether it was the right decision.

When his ghost floats in the doorway that night and asks, “Can I hurt you?” as he stands powerless to stop it, it occurs to him that maybe, just maybe, he kind of fucked up.

perchance to dream by Jackcatmeow

“Midoriya,” Aizawa starts, cool and crisp, but Shinsou can detect the edge of something else lining his tone. “I need you to calm down, and I need you to deactivate your quirk. You’re safe here. Stop now.”

Aizawa’s words roll off Midoriya like rain on a windowpane. He's barely finished speaking before his arms are up, grabbing Shinsou and pulling him bodily out of the path of the other couch, which Midoriya has just pitched against the wall in a single motion too fast to follow. It pierces the drywall with such force that it sits suspended like a dart on a board—not quite a bullseye.

___

Or: Izuku isn't waking up. Aizawa and Shinsou deal with the fallout.

bigger than your body by orkestrations

“Let’s not jump to any assumptions—” Another flicker of green lightning arcs from Midoriya’s twitching fingertips. “—That’s his quirk.” Iida stares, gobsmacked, at Midoriya. “Quirks can fire off in your sleep sometimes, right? When you’re having a bad dream?” Ochako asks. Kaminari nods. “That’s why I have to ground myself before going to bed.” “Sometimes I melt through my sheets when I have a really bad nightmare,” Ashido volunteers. “Then that’s probably just what this is,” Uraraka sighs, running her hand down Midoriya’s leg. “We just need to… wait it out.” As if responding to her, another finger of green lightning crackles over Midoriya’s skin.

When One For All activates while Midoriya is asleep, they can't wake him up.

mdzs

squenix robbed my house by victortor

When the world was still new and the legends of today were not yet legends, Lan An became cursed.

Yet, it is not Lan An, but Lan Wangji who bears the price of these mistakes. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji.

(The "two minds one body" trope, but it's "one mind two bodies" instead)

come to the harbor of your longing by occultings (microcomets)

(explicit)

Lan Zhan has his daily rituals, before the medium shows up.

-

Lan Zhan leads a quiet, solitary life on the coast when a vengeful spirit disturbs his routine. The arrival of a charming medium into his daily routine quickly turns his relatively peaceful existence upside down.

The One-Body Problem by metisket

The good news is that Lan Jingyi has found a mentor, friend, and constant companion through the difficulties in life.

The bad news is that that’s because he’s been accidentally possessed by the Yiling Patriarch.

mp100

one is the loneliest number by bingbangbong_dead

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence, major character death)

“I think it’s time you were held accountable,” he leers, shaking him carelessly. This close, Reigen can smell the decaying scent that clings to him like an extension of his body. “I want you to watch as your actions destroy the ones you love, and I want you to hurt.” He lets go without warning, and Reigen’s face slams onto the ground. Mogami gets up too and presses a shoe to the back of his head, rubbing it there. “Suffering is all you people deserve, after all. Filth.”

-

Mob is not the one who is trapped inside Mogami's mind world.

A Breach of Trust by Phantomrose96

(graphic depictions of violence)

This is a world in which Mob and Reigen’s paths have never crossed, in which 10-year-old Mob found psychic guidance in the form of the aging, retired tv personality Keiji Mogami, in which Reigen followed through on his plans to close the Spirits and Such Agency, in which a cruel twist of Mob’s powers forces him to confront how dangerous he really is.

10 year old Shigeo Kageyama has vanished, his trail instantly cold, and his case gathers dust in police archives as a kidnapping never solved. Four years pass before a chain of events causes his path to cross with that of the despondent, unfulfilled fake-psychic-turned-fake-investigator, Arataka Reigen. Reigen finds himself in over his head caring for an escaped victim of abuse who, for reasons unfathomable, has been taught to believe his very existence is a horrifically dangerous thing…

tgcf

The Thing That Was Not His Highness by VampireFaun

Xie Lian hasn’t been acting like himself for the past few days, but Hua Cheng doesn’t care, because he loves him. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him.

It occurs to him too late that the thing in front of him might not be Xie Lian at all.

tua

Lately My Hands Don't Feel Like Mine by siriuspiggyback, VeteranKlaus

Klaus, upon appearing in 1960, had promptly learned three things.

The first was that ghosts can time travel. The second: Ben's not the only ghostie who can cling on for a ride.

And the third? The third thing that Klaus had learned in 1963, he had discovered a month after landing, and rediscovered every day since. He had learned that ghosts, if they're motivated enough, can invade his body and make their home there. And they never leave.

[somethingbcrrowed]

✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩⋆⋆✩

"I cannot put into proper articulaysh how a b s o l u t e l y Zoey 101 that outfit is, babe, please, just-- can we fling you out of that early-2000s comfort zone or should I go get my body glitter and denim shorts?"

[catmaraudersfan]

Don't be shocked if you see different versions of the same crossover. 😑

• Zim is reborn as Five.

• Purple is reborn as Klaus.

• Red is reborn as Ben.

• Dib is reborn as Viktor.

• Gaz is reborn as Allison.

• Tak is reborn as Lila.

Baby-Klaus and Ben are affectionate with baby-Five. Baby-Five is loving but wary of the two. (The two started feeling guilty for how they treated Zim ... not sure HOW yet, but they have. Zim, after finding out, still loves them but feels hurt and angry. I'll figure out a way to make the plot work. ❤️‍🔥👽💙💜❤️💟)

[freefalasteen]

Kallus and Tua are the bitchy girl/gay bff duo and Pryce is the annoying homophobic pick me girl. Kallus and Tua tell Pryce she can play whoever wins. This is the result.

Someone please draw this.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Please, I am begging, people with gif making talents--

Five Hargreeves + Blue Öyster Cult's Sole Survivor 🙏 I would love you forever, this is a promise