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Steve and Eddie go through the whole adoption process in 1996, despite how difficult it was to find somewhere willing to help them at all and despite their conflicted feelings on adoption.
The way they saw it though, providing a loving home for a child who needed one was better than the alternative. Eddie had enough experience with temporary foster homes to know stability was better than constant moving and questionable foster parents.
They get a foster placement almost immediately, a six year old girl named Amelia. She’s quiet, but not in a way that worries them. She’s very focused, and enjoys going to school more than any regular children’s hobbies. Neither of them know what to do with that other than keep encouraging it.
She stays for months, months turn into a year, and the agency finally gives them the go ahead to complete the adoption process.
But they don’t do anything without talking to Amelia.
She’s happy there, her therapist signs off on it immediately and explains that Amelia has shown more personality development and less signs of trauma with them than she had even living at home. Not to mention they actually brought her to appointments, unlike her previous guardians.
To celebrate, they throw a party with all their friends and family and tell Amelia she can invite anyone from school she wants. She invites everyone.
Turns out their daughter is a social butterfly and is friends with everyone.
At the party, Eddie pulls out his guitar, plays a bunch of popular kid-friendly songs after a very scathing look from Steve as a reminder to behave.
Amelia walks over to him after a few songs, on a sugar high like he’d never seen on her before, and asks to play the guitar.
He’s hesitant, but not because he’s still protective of his guitars, more because he doesn’t want her to embarrass herself in front of her friends. Kids are cruel, even and especially at seven, and the last thing he wants is this to be the thing that kids talk about for the next ten years.
She sits on the couch and holds it, arranging her fingers…correctly. Eddie watches.
Steve is watching from across the room.
She starts strumming, very quietly at first, not as confident as she’d been a moment ago. And then she starts really playing.
It’s one of the songs Eddie wrote. He played it for the last four months nonstop as he perfected it, and she’d apparently been watching.
Eddie’s jaw is on the floor and he quickly looks over to Steve, who has a similar look of surprise on his face.
He doesn’t interrupt her. She makes it through the entire song.
She looks up.
“When did you learn to play guitar?” Eddie asks.
“When I was watching you.”
“But have you played before tonight?”
Amelia shook her head, looking down. “Didn’t wanna touch it without asking.”
Eddie pulls the guitar from her hands and sets it aside, then pulls her into his lap and hugs her. Steve sits down on the couch next to them, hand on her back.
“You can always ask, sweetie. And if you’re this interested and this natural, we can buy you your own guitar if you want. I didn’t think you were interested in playing.”
“I wanna be like you,” Amelia admitted against his shoulder.
Eddie was done for. He looked at Steve, half-panicked, trying not to cry in front of these people, but Steve wasn’t faring any better.
“Then we can go get you a guitar tomorrow. You can get your own picks, too. They might even have purple ones.”
“Can I have red? Like yours?”
“Of course, sweetie.”
It only took them two days after that to realize she could play by ear, just like Eddie.
And then it only took another day after that to realize she had taught herself to read music too.
They spent hours and hours every week playing together while Steve cooked dinner or checked her homework or just watched them.
When Eddie’s band decided to record another album and go on tour when Amelia was 12, Eddie insisted that she get to be on it.
She ended up helping write one of their songs, played on the track on the album, and with a lot of work, convinced Steve to let them homeschool her for the entire 8 months they’d be on tour so she could perform on stage with her dad.
“Can’t believe she’s not even genetically yours. Are you sure you didn’t have an affair?” Steve asked the night before they were leaving for Europe.
“When would I have had an affair? I came back to the tour bus or hotel with you every single night,” Eddie kissed him softly. “She’s amazing, huh?”
“She is. What happens when she wants to be a full blown rockstar like her dad too?”
“Then we make sure she’s protected and has good people around her like I have. She could be a rockstar easily. She’s got the talent and the presence,” Eddie smiled. “And she’s got me to make sure no one takes advantage of her. But she’s only 12. We’ve got time to worry about that later.”
“You’re bringing her onstage every single night all over the world for the next eight months, baby. I think later is now.”
Eddie sighed. “She’s gonna blow them all away. I’m proud of her. Let’s focus on that for now.”
And she did blow everyone away. The fans and the media had nothing but good things to say, and Steve didn’t have to go into overprotective mom mode at all until she was 15 and signing a record deal of her own.
But between Eddie and him, the entire industry knew better than to fuck with her or them.
They made rules, of course. School still came first, she still had required family events to be at, she still had regular friends at home. She wasn’t allowed at any parties, not even the events for award ceremonies.
But she didn’t really need those rules. She had no interest in parties or abandoning her friends or family, and she was a straight A student who still had hopes of getting into Brown for Journalism like her Aunt Nancy. She had a passion for music and wanted to share it, but not at the cost of the rest of her life.
And Eddie and Steve did everything they could to make sure she got to have everything. That’s what they’d promised her from day one.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#headcanon#so adoption is complicated#and I won’t pretend that there are plenty of aspects of the system that are so fucked beyond repair#and this is not the time or place to talk about them#so don’t do that in the comments#you’ll get blocked tbh because we’re here in this specific space to have fun#that is all#steddie dads#also this isn’t how the industry works#this isn’t how the media works#the world is cruel to young performers#but we’re pretending#this is fiction
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💿 I was thinking maybe Daryl and consensual somnophilia ? If that’s alright?
cw- somnophilia. proceed with caution.
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You’re so fucking close to him. He can’t help the way his body’s reacting. Sharing a sleeping bag as an attempt to keep warm in the crisp autumn evening. It’s working. Oh boy, is it ever working. He’s warm. Hot even. Burning up at the feeling of your ass pressed to his crotch. And not to mention, he’s rock solid. Trying his absolute hardest not to move his hips against you but goddamn, you’re not making it easy. The way you’re pushing back on him in your sleep…
You are asleep. He knows that. You don’t want him. It’s just your body reacting to his. To the closeness. At least that’s what he tells himself.
What he wouldn’t give to pull your pretty little pyjama pants down and fuck you sideways til the sun comes up.
“Mmhm,”
He freezes at the sound of your moan. Was he rocking too hard? Did he wake you up from the throbbing tent in his pants?
But as he listens closely, he can still hear that soft, adorable snore coming from your nose. At the realization, his shoulders relax and he nuzzles his face into your neck.
He knows he’d be way too scared to touch you like this if you were awake. The way he’s breathing in your scent, with his lips brushing your neck. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. Against his painfully hard, swollen erection. The one that’s probably leaking through his flannel pyjama pants if he had the courage to turn around and feel. He doesn’t. He doesn’t even want to know if it’s true. The thought alone makes him cringe. God, he feels pathetic. The only time he can show you what you mean to him is when you aren’t even awake to see it. To feel it. Well… you can feel it. But you’re not aware of it. You’re not even conscious.
The hand around your waist trails lower. Reaching the thin band of your sleep pants, Daryl starts to fidget with the flimsy drawstring. Fighting the temptation to slip his hand underneath and rub you over your panties. Show him how much you really mean to him.
He shouldn’t. He knows better. But for some reason it doesn’t stop him from grinding further into your ass. Squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling, doing everything in his power not to moan right in your ear.
His stomach drops when he feels your hand grab his. The one fidgeting with your drawstrings. His mouth gets all dry and he feels like he’s about to throw up. That is, until you press his hand further down, guiding his touch to your cotton covered cunt.
He’s frozen. Confused. Heart racing so hard he can feel it against the pillow. He can hear his blood pumping through his damn arteries.
You moved. He knows you’re still asleep. He’d put money on it. But you fucking moved his hand in your sleep and now, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.
His temptations get the best of him and slowly, he starts to rub lazy circles over your clit. Soft, tired mumbles begin to leave your throat. No words, just faint, sleepy sounds. Groans and whimpers. Subconsciously asking for more. Begging for some form of release.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. Continuing to grind into your ass. Slow as his body will let him. He can already feel his orgasm starting to build. Dick throbbing as he uses your cheeks. Chasing the sweet friction of your warmth against his cock.
He can’t help himself. He doesn’t even want to. It’s a miracle you haven’t woken up yet, and it’s giving him this rush of adrenaline that has him wondering what else he can get away with. What else you can manage to sleep through.
That’s when he slips his hands under your waist band. Under your panties too. The pad of his middle finger immediately going to glide up through your drooling slit. Already soaking with arousal.
Shit.
Your warm cunt practically invites him in. He starts pumping to the same rhythm as his thrusts against your ass. You let out a moan at the feeling of his thick digits hitting your sweet spot.
Fuck. He buries himself into your neck as he fingers you. He doesn’t even want to see if he woke you up. You’re not stopping him. So you mustn’t have an issue, on the off chance that you are awake.
You’re still gripping the arm that’s wrapped around you, muscles flexing against your touch as his fingers work their borderline magic below the covers. You feel yourself drifting in and out of that drowsy state between awake and asleep. Feeling the warmth encompass you as your orgasm starts to flow through you. A wave of dreamlike pleasure erupting from your core as the man’s hips from behind you start to stutter. Cumming right there in his pyjama pants. His movements slow to a halt as he’s forced to come to terms with what he’s done. His eyes are still closed. Too scared to look up and see your pretty ones looking back at him. So with his blue eyes closed, he gently removes his hands from your panties, still dripping with your creamy substances.
It’s hitting him. The fact that he just made you come. And he’s starting to feel guilty, the feeling quickly forcing him to come down from his high. Stomach beginning to churn as his heart rate speeds up once again.
Just turn around and go to sleep.
He listens to the voice in his head. Trying his best to turn over without making a sound. Without bothering your limp body laying next to him.
He lifts his fingers to his mouth and he’s convinced he could come again from the taste of you.
Within a few minutes, he starts to doze off, facing the dark, mesh siding of the tent. He feels you rustle beside him in the sleeping bag. Flipping around and snaking an arm around his own waist. Quickly settling your body against his back. Cuddling up like his puzzle piece and tucking your chin on his shoulder.
You press a sweet kiss right below his ear and mumble a quiet, “g’night, D.”, into his skin.
And to avoid the humiliation that rapidly shoots up his core and burns like a fire across his whole face, he decides that it’s probably his turn to pretend to be asleep.
#consent is important#this is fiction#don’t come for me#reader loves him back so just… let me have my fun#t’s 1k celebration#Daryl x reader#Daryl daydream#Daryl Dixon x reader#cw: somno#daryl dixon smut#loser!virgin!daryl#soft somno
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Last Twilight: Ep 12
The TL;DR of this post is just... Sincerely what the fuck?
I remember posting after Episode 1 that I was keeping a suspicious eye on the mention of the eye donation because while I do think in real life disabled people have the right to manage their disability any way they want to and would support someone's choice to get a cornea transplant, real life is not fiction and fiction is designed to pull messages and themes from. Episode 12 from almost it's first moments completely undermines two and a half month's worth of messaging about learning to accept a new reality. I don't think it is foolish of me to assume based on the set up of the first episode that Last Twilight was supposed to be an exploration of grief as told in conversation and parallel between someone who lost a loved one and someone who lost their vision.
If this story had continued in the way it started out the first half of this show, I honestly think it could have been a 10, those first few episodes I was enjoying so much I was worried it might knock out Moonlight Chicken as my favorite Aof offering. Now I have rated Last Twilight as a 3, I will never suggest it to anyone and I will never rewatch it. Why?
Because from a fictional narrative perspective, having Day gain his vision back at the end undermines the entirety of the show's messaging from the first 11 episodes. Every single lesson, every single message just absolutely obliterated by every moment of Episode 12.
Day getting his vision back right as he and Mhok get back undermines the narrative in the following ways:
Rewarding Day for managing to create a successful and happy life as a blind person (literally like "hey you graduated and ran a bookstore while blind! Congrats you get to be normal again!)
"Rewarding" Mhok by insuring that he never has to do any caregiving for Day going forward so we don't get any navigating or expectation of Mhok and Day being in a longterm inter-abled relationship
We eliminate all chances that the subject of pitying Day re-enters any future fights, meaning there is now zero risk for Day maintaining a relationship with someone he worries might infantilize or pity him
It absolves Night of any remaining guilt he may be carrying from thinking he caused the accident that made Day blind
It absolves Day of any remaining anger at Night thinking he caused the accident that made Day blind
Mhon's ableist fucking ass gets her "normal" son back the way she confided in Mhok she'd hoped for after the first failed cornea transplant
It undermines the theme of the in universe Last Twilight novel and the conversation that Day and Mhok have about Mee being turned in to a statue on the top of the mountain and how that was hopeful because her father had found a sight so beautiful he couldn't think of anywhere else Mee would need to see and instead turns the message essentially in to: "there is hope, you can be cured"
It dismantles their cute couple thing of the one palm distance which also makes the OST that they played all the fucking time completely irrelevant
And most importantly, it undermines all the growth that Day went through while processing his grief and the two, TWO separate occasions where he came to terms with his disability
And that's just the disregard for the narrative messages, giving Day his eyesight back is incredibly ableist in the case of this story because of certain ableist through-lines woven in to the entire show. Namely:
While Day is blind, there is no reciprocity of care. Mhok is always taking care of Day, I cannot think of a single instance where Day really took care of Mhok in a significant way. By focusing so much on Day, and abandoning any strong focus on Mhok's grief over losing his sister, Day is never given an opportunity to be a support system for Mhok. Which is fucking ableist. Disabled people have so many things to offer the world, and while they might have specific support needs that does not mean that they can't offer support in return.
Mhok doesn't introduce Day to his family at their graves until after Day has his vision restored, and it is only then that Mhok says he has someone to take care of him. Able-ist!
Day gets his vision back almost immediately after a conversation with his mother where she says he wants to be normal and the fight he had with Mhok is normal.
Handling the entire story this way, with the break up, and a three year time gap, and then Day having his vision restored literally hours after he and Mhok get back together does not allow for any exploration of Mhok and Day having to figure out the differences between Mhok being his caretaker and Mhok being his partner.
We shunted literally every part of Mhok's backstory completely to the side, which in and of itself is fucking ableist in my opinion because it implies that able bodied people who are caretakers for or who are in a relationship with a disabled person don't have any time for themselves, to deal with their own shit or to have their own needs because they are too busy taking care of a disabled person.
With this being, what, the first main character in a BL with blindness, you want to go for the cure route after acceptance? Like you are rewarding someone for their bravery of handling their disability instead of allowing the disabled person to remain happy and thriving in the life they have built for themselves while they continue to be blind?
I'm not blind, so forgive me if I am overstepping at any point here but in my opinion, if you want a narrative that gives Day back his eyesight, that story that not be written by a sighted person. You need blind writers, people with the lived experience having control over the story so the narrative is better able to navigate the complexity of a decision like that, to reverse a character's blindness. I just think blind people would be able to minimize how much returning someone's eyesight might come off as ableist in a story like this. Additionally going the cure route is not a choice I think anyone should be making with the first BL that focuses this heavily on blindness. This world is so fucking ableist, if you want to make a story with a disabled main character with how slim of pickings there are, it feels much more responsible and subversive to go a disability pride route.
And these are just the issues around disability in this show, I have problems with the classism in this show, I have problems with the absolute ridiculousness of Mhok and Day's breakup and their reunion. MHOK APOLOGIZES, MHOK THANKS DAY FOR BREAKING UP WITH HIM, DAY DOES NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BREAKING UP WITH MHOK OR BLOCKING HIM ON SOCIALS FOR THREE YEARS BECAUSE MHOK PITIED DAY ONE (1) TIME. I get not wanting to be pitied, I get it, but seriously it is so much less compelling to have Day just completely abandon Mhok after all of the positive experiences they've had together because he messed up once rather than reel himself back in and have an adult conversation about what happened and try to get back to a balanced state.
Anyway, fuck this show. I am so disappointed that this is Aof's last directed piece for who knows how long. He could have gone out with a bang after Moonlight Chicken and now I am just fucking thankful I won't have to see anything else from him for awhile.
#last twilight#last twilight the series#let me reiterate that real life is different than fiction#disabled people have all the right in the world to handle their disability and any associated treatments however they want#this is fiction#and fiction reaches a wide audience and therefore has a responsibility in its messaging#last twilight meta#last twilight analysis
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A Need That Goes Unspoken - Masterpost
You and Sam were best friends, then you weren't. Now you're stuck on a 10-day vacation with him and your siblings, aka your worst nightmare. Will you ever find out what you did to make him hate you?
Pairings: Sam x f!reader, Jake x Female OC, Danny x Female OC, Male OC x Male OC (mentioned), more to come but no spoilers!
Warnings: +18 content, angst, arguing/bullying, marijuana and alcohol use, underage drinking, cigarettes, mentions of low self-esteem, car accident (no blood or death), eventual smut (will add as I go)
Real people used as fictional characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner (Karen Kiszka, Kelly Kiszka, Ronnie Kiszka and Daniel Wagner Sr are all mentioned)
Disclaimer: please see my masterpost for my previous fic for my writing disclaimer
Updates for this are likely to be weekly as it's not fully written yet!
Word count: TBA
Prologue (sneak peek 1) (sneak peek 2)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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#greta van fleet#sam kiszka#josh kiszka#danny wagner#this is fiction#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet smut#gvf fic#jake kiszka#sam kiszka x reader#sam gvf#gvf smut
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It's evil and fucked up that morgues aren't like clubs
#let me go crazy on those corpses#tw necrophillia#actualnecrophilia#this is fiction#not condoned irl
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is it just me or are fandoms not what they used to be? bc now people are saying “how can you like this character?” “character a literally tried to kill character b, how can you ship them?” “they literally tried to kill all of the main characters friends, they’re not a good guy”
murderous psychopaths use to be the fan favorite what happened
#my thoughts apply to a lot#but mostly with the wednesday show premiering i saw a lot of people saying tyler’s a terrible character#like#THIS IS FICTION#WE LOVE MURDERS IN FICTION#like anyone remember klaus mikaelsob#wednesday#wednesday addams#tyler galpin#tvd#the vampire diaries#the originals#legacies#klaus mikaelson
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I recently had surgery and was under anesthesia for 2 hours, not that long, but long enough for me to dream.
I was laying on the gurney, in just a hospital gown, nothing strange there though, I was in a hospital. I began to feel anxious, which I attributed it to the upcoming surgery. I started to feel restless, one moment I looked down at my hand and saw a wrist band, the second moment I look and see an IV and then the next moment my hands are hand cuffed to the bed. I want to struggle, I want to scream but my body feels lethargic and my brain is empty of thoughts. To my left someone notices that I am “waking up” and tries to cover my face again with the anesthetic mask and as much as I try to struggle I succumb to the blank. The blank never hurt me. No thoughts, I don’t know why i’m in the hospital, I don’t know why i’m handcuffed, I don’t know why i’m naked, i don’t know who these people are, I don’t know why they are touching me, I don’t know why I feel warm inside, I don’t know. Their hands are everywhere, I don’t have control but I don’t want to, my hands and feet are handcuffed to the side, there isn’t a part of me that isn’t being touched and I need more. I might have begged but what probably came out was a wanton moan, a gesture of pure debauchery and sin. I needed something in me, I needed more than one, I needed to be filled. At this point I don’t know why i’m at the hospital, I don’t know who these people are and all I know is that I’m naked and they are dressed, I am begging and they just grin, I am offering it all and they still do nothing. Not until I succumb to the person they knew I could be, with the right motivation, drugs, and suggestion.
daddy’s filthy little whore
I wake hours later, my wrists have no marks, my gown is tied up perfectly and I’m being rolled out into recovery. The only difference is, my pussy is throbbing, soaking and hot, and my panties are gone.
#daddy#please#writing#humiliating kink#whorish#brat#fypage#you know who you are#ns/fw pics#sugardaddyneeded#18+ minors dni#this is fiction#cnckink#cnc sub#gangb4ng
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Stephen King’s MISERY but it’s an author kidnapping his fans because he just loves them soooooo much.
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Its not surprise to me to love Loustat as a shipping pairing that much because i will never forget how great was Hannigram and Nygmobblepot
#interview with the vampire#loustat#nbc hannibal#hannigram#gotham#nygmobblepot#we love a toxic pairing#and before you send any hate#this is fiction#not real life#i love these ships because of their great chemistry
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By stranglefetish
So he was standing over my shoulder kissing my cheek when he wrapped his belt around my neck. He asked me to fix my hair so I pulled my ponytail out from under the belt and he started to tighten it. He leaned in and whispered in my ear "I promise I won't hurt you, you can struggle a little but don't fight too hard. I'm not stopping when you tap this time, sorry sweetie." Then he started to pull it tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe at all. After a few seconds I could feel the pressure in my head. My eyes were bulging and my tongue pushed out of my mouth. I tried to get a finger under the belt to loose it and he said "No struggling this time, keep your hands in your lap." I put my hands down and he pulled it even tighter. It was almost getting too tight. It was on the brink of hurting. My vision started going dark and I could see stars around the edge of my vision. I gently tapped on my lap asking him to stop politely. When I did that, instead of honoring our safe word, he pulled it even tighter. This time I tapped more urgently and he was still keeping it tight. Now I didn't have enough time before blacking out to struggle, but I couldn't suppress the instincts and my hands grabbed at the belt anyway. I tried to pull the belt from my neck but it was too tight. Only a split second later did my arms start falling down and everything went black. Seconds later he was kissing me awake as I came to. At least he was kind enough to apologize afterwards. (I thanked him for the orgasm!)
The last sentence was my addition! 😸💖💦💦💦
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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Masterpost
It's December 2022. You're the tour wardrobe coordinator for rock'n'roll band Greta Van Fleet. You find yourself inexplicably pulled toward a certain guitarist, and he you, as much as you try not to be.
Pairings: Jake x Female OC, f!reader x Female OC (mentioned), Jake x f!reader, Sam x Female OC, Josh x Male OC, Danny x Female OC
Warnings: +18 content, angst x1000 (crying, arguing, swearing, depictions of depression/panic attacks, mentions of cheating and open relationships, miscommunication), marijuana and alcohol use, cigarettes, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of religion/anti-religion, mention of divorce, eventual smut (kissing, masturbation, sex, very vanilla and fluffy), Christmas
Real people used as fictional characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner, Karen Kiszka, Kelly Kiszka, Ronnie Kiszka, (Josie, Daniel Sr and Lori Wagner are all mentioned)
Disclaimer: it took me a while to come to terms with writing real people as characters in this story. As an avid fic enjoyer, sometimes I struggle not to get the ick when real people are written about because I don’t want to be invasive into their personal lives, especially when it comes to the family and friends of celebrities because they didn’t choose this. Please take everything written on this wild and wonderful internet with a grain of salt and know that the characters in this story ARE NOT REAL. They are fictionalized versions of rlly hot celebs and are completely original characters other than their names and looks. I have chosen to use the real names of their siblings and parents to keep the world feeling authentic, but I have literally nothing to base these characters on so I am fully making them up. I do not know any of these people personally (and I’m gonna assume you don’t either) so let's just stay weird over here babes and respect their privacy and leave them alone xx
I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Character Gallery
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Word count: 52k completed
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8 - Part 1 | Chapter 8 - Part 2
#jake kiszka#greta van fleet#jake gvf#jake kiszka x reader#sam kiszka#josh kiszka#danny wagner#this is fiction#greta van fleet fic#greta van fleet smut#gvf fic
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THE ICOUROUS CHRONICLES:
Part one:
ok well here is the beginning prologue whatever the heck of my characters from the Ichorous Chronicles. inspired by DOAI, check out Pastra's work btw, he is a really good creator, ok, so I'm going to try desperately to narrate this in a cool manner... let's do this:
YOU HAVE ACCESED THE ADSO DATABASE:
ENTER A COMMAND:
access file: <ichortranscript1>
WARNING, THIS FILE REQUIRES VALID ADSO CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS:
ENTER USER CRENDENTIALS:
USER: jOan_sim97
PASSWORD: GT%#@t123976hj1
CREDENTIALS VALID:
WELCOME: JOAN SIMMONS
[TRANSCRIPT START]
when one hears the term Tulpa, one immediately is brought to the concept of an imaginary friend or sleep paralysis demons, creatures formed from belief, this is not the context in which we at ADSO (the Anomaly Documentation and Study Organization) use this word. we here at ADSO are similar in concept to the (entirely fictional) SCP Foundation, however due to certain limitations, we are unable to contain anomalies, instead we document them such that the public becomes aware and safe such that they can protect themselves. (In hindsight our organizational structure is more like that of The Serpent's Hand)
Our motto, fittingly enough is this:
""In tenebris cadimus, ut illuminemus.""
or
"In the dark we fall to make it light."
anyways. Back to the topic of tulpas (pulls out old binder with yellowing pages). See, when tragedy of some sort strikes, and enough grief or similar emotions, it can, warp reality and create a substance called ichor. this stuff can surround and absorb humans or other creatures, very, VERY rarely can the emotions of only one creature create a tulpa, a tulpa has a body made entirely of ichor, resulting in most parts of the body absorbing all light and appearing pitch black, all tulpas share a few common characteristics, namely:
-They all have empty eye sockets with yellow irises and large pupils, save for those that don't have visible eyes.
-The body of a tulpa will, without fail, warp in order to reflect the circumstances of creation.
-Most tulpas have no lower limbs, but instead their bodies fade into a pool of ichor on the ground, as if they were melting or dissolving, (the tulpa known as "The Taker" is a notable exception, given that it has fully developed legs).
-tulpas due to not being fully physical are capable of de-manifesting and remanifesting (with limitations varying).
anyways, I have another event to attend,
this is Pieper, signing off.
[TRANSCRIPT END]
NOTE: This document has been shadow-edited several times and is now OBSOLETE
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It had been a few months since he'd had the accident which gave him ghost powers.
Every day, he worried about someone finding out, labeling him as a freak, not normal, inhuman. Afraid of his parents' reactions, afraid of his classmates' reactions, afraid of the strangers' on the street.
The stress was getting to him. He was beginning to take risks, doing impulsive things without thinking—transforming in plain sight, pulling his school books straight through his locker, slapping his hand onto the Fenton Finder. Just daring someone to discover his secret. To make the overwhelming suspense end and get it all over with.
He wasn't sure which was worse—someone discovering his secret, or him worrying about someone discovering it.
It couldn't go on like this. He couldn't keep it all to himself any longer, just him against the world. Not without doing something crazy and ending up dissected or worse. He had to tell someone. Anyone.
Just one person.
Maybe if just one person knew, if he had just one person's support, he would be able to keep it up. Continue on as both Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton.
It had to be someone he could trust. Someone who wouldn't tell anyone else. Someone who could help.
The day he asked to speak with her, he was jittery with nerves, practically shivering.
But then, when he told her, and transformed in front of her to prove it, her eyes lit up and a large grin stretched across her face. She thanked him for sharing this with her, looked genuinely happy that he had chosen to confide in her.
She wasn't afraid of him. She didn't think he was a freak.
Encouraged by her acceptance, he told her everything. From how scared and horrified he had been right after the accident, to how he thought he might should tell his parents but was too nervous they wouldn't accept him, to how alienated and worried he has felt at school.
And she was so, so understanding.
She hugged him and told him it would all be okay.
She thought it would be best for him to continue to avoid telling his parents, or anyone else for that matter—she believed he could be right about his fears; but she would be there for him. Always there to turn to whenever something came up.
It was strange, how relieved he felt every time he talked to her, but also, somehow, more miserable than before.
But she said that was normal; part of the healing process. And Danny knew it must be true. He trusted her, and she would never, ever steer him wrong. He would continue to speak to this understanding school therapist for the next three years, while he was at his very lowest. She was the only bright spot in his miserable life, and he was so thankful that he had decided to let someone in on his greatest secret.
#DPREVELATIONS2022#danny phantom#dark content#beware#potentially triggering#this is fiction#do not believe#...I don't know how labelling works.#danny fenton#no one knows au#does this count as revealing it to one person?#asj post#asj writing#dark fic#...sometimes my imagination goes to weird places.#Hmm... this could partially be subconsciously inspired by a Stephen King story. The character association I've made could explain it.#Yeah this parallels that Stephen King story. (But I think the character and relevant episodes were inspired by that story.)
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my first ever RWBY weapon design :D for my oc Fleur Celeste, plus a design for her emblem
as her name suggests, Fleur's theme is flowers, hence the name Wolfsbane (that of a poisonous flower). also, since beowolves exist, the axes can technically be a literal bane of wolves ;)
i'm very proud of all the individualised details i've incorporated tbh, but this would become a very long post if i talked about all of them lmao
#shhhh dont worry about the technicalities#this is fiction#rwby#rwby oc#rwby weapons#rwby weapon design#fleur celeste#team flhl#my art
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