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GoopTales: Part 23, Date Night
*passes over this part, which is covered in FuzzyNight glitter.* :3
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23(you are here)/34
AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)
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Killer walked up to Mr. Night as he finished giving medication to the three-legged cat. Killer giggled as the kitty hissed and spat at Mr. Night before walking over to Killer and purring. “you should be nicer,” Killer scolded while petting the kitty. “mr. night is only doing that because you need the medicine.” Tri, the kitty, did not like the scolding but accepted it from Killer with a questioning ‘murr.’
“Killer, should you not be with the others?” Nightmare asked as he put the bottle of medicine away.
“i told lyra that i needed to tell you something important. i told her about how one of the chickens laid two eggs and how cool that was and how you should know,” Killer explained.
“Well, now I know,” Mr. Night replied as he picked up Killer with a tendril. The tendril moved Killer closer to Mr. Night, and Killer stretched his arms out to the goopy skeleton. As gently as his dad would, the dark skeleton took Killer into his arms, and Killer snuggled against him.
“but that wasn’t what i really wanted to say to you,” Killer continued, “that was just the excuse i used to ask you something very, very important.”
“Oh, I see, very crafty of you,” Nightmare mused as he walked out of the cat feeding room.
“uh huh!” Killer puffed himself up, looking rather pleased with himself after that praise. “me and the others-”
“The others and I,” Nightmare gently corrected.
“the others and i decided we wanna thank ms. lyra for helping you and being so nice to us. none of us know what having a mommy is like, and i think, if i had a mom, she is what i’d want that mommy to be like,” Killer explained.
Mr. Night paused and looked at the floor in silence for a moment. He then looked up as if looking at someone on the ceiling while muttering, “Give me strength.” Then, after that, Mr. Night looked at Killer. “That… sounds very nice, you wanting to thank her for helping.”
“and being like a mommy!” Killer announced happily.
“Ah… yes, how could I forget that part,” Mr. Night mumbled.
“you’re silly, mr. night!” Killer giggled.
“Between the two of us, I do believe you are the silliest,” Mr. Night said while poking Killer’s cheekbone. That made Killer giggle and squirm in the arm Mr. Night was holding him in. “Now that has been clarified, what were you four thinking of doing?”
“oh! we wanna have a picnic, with flowers, and, and, and games! oh, and pie! and we want her to just relax and play with us and… and… give hugs, and we wanna make her cards,” Killer said the last parts quietly.
“Hmmm, except for the relaxing part, does she not do most of that already?” Nightmare asked.
“yeah, but she’s the one who does eeeeeeeeeverythiiiiiing for that. we wanna do it so she can have a day off, but we’re too small to do all of it and were wondering if you could help,” Killer said, finishing his reason for coming to Mr. Night.
“I suppose that will work. And what day were you four thinking of doing this?” Mr. Night asked.
“mother’s day!”
“Oh…”
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Oh, indeed…
Nightmare worried that such a celebration on Mother’s Day would drudge up bad memories for the guardian. It would also encourage his feelings of having a new family. Just as he felt that pang of longing when Killer first announced Lyra was like a mother to him. But that is beside the point. The focus was on Lyra, and he was about to convince the boys to choose a different day. But he then considered it a chance for her to make new memories. Albeit… with four hooligans that Lyra would not want to be the mother of.
Although, if that were true, she was showing the opposite.
She was always eager to care for the boys and their pets. It was sweet watching them interact with each other. Every morning was so soul-warming as he watched them happily greet her for the day. Even Dust was starting to warm to her and was not always clinging to Nightmare. They all excitedly go to her after she returns from tending to her duties as a guardian, begging her to tell them how things were outside their home.
She truly was being motherly to them.
So, if she is filling the role, he might as well help the boys celebrate her on a day meant for beings like her.
He helped them, one-on-one, during moments when she was busy or away to make their cards and start preparation for Mother’s Day. For the most part, there was no evidence for her to suspect something was going on. But, on the rare occasion, the Guardian of Balance would notice something. “Killer, how did you get this glitter all over your hands?” “Cross? Where are you going with that stack of blankets?” “Horror, is that flour on your shirt?” “Dust? Oh, there you are… Please do not wander off without telling me.”
Nightmare should have known he could not have hidden everything from a momster. Still, he luckily was around to save the boys from interrogation each time. “Ah, we were considering an art project, but he quickly reminded me how that stuff gets all over everything. I guess I failed to wash all the glitter off.” “Ah! Thank you for getting those for me, Cross. These were used last for the nest during the boys' movie night and should be washed.” “I do believe that is my fault. He was nearby when I spilled that flour while looking in the cupboard.” “Ah, sorry, Lyra, I am equally to blame. He followed me to my office after I got my drink. I should have sent him back. But… well…”
That last one resulted in some light-hearted teasing from her at how soft he was with the boys. It was embarrassing, but he would admit it was true.
It took careful planning on the days leading up to Mother’s Day. The tendency for immortals to lose track of time helped him, as Lyra was not carefully watching a calendar like Nightmare was with the boys. Finally, the night before arrived. The boys assigned him one task: make sure she sleeps so she is rested for tomorrow and in place for a surprise breakfast in bed.
Nightmare let her get the boys ready for bed, which will be her last bit of work before relaxation begins. While she was away, he cleaned up the toys and mess in the entertainment room and set out some candles while turning off the lights.
While he was not an avid movie watcher, he did enjoy the few he has watched. Especially if he read the book first. Sure, the movies were often different, but as long as they held to the spirit of the book, he honestly didn’t mind that much. Nightmare might grumble a little when scenes he enjoyed in the book did not show up or were not portrayed accurately enough to his liking. But, in the end, he acknowledged it was a movie and had limits to how much and what it could show.
The mind will always be the greatest movie theater.
All that aside. Shortly after starting their… relationship, Lyra and Nightmare formed a sort of “book club.” It was mostly them taking turns reading aloud a book together. He discovered that one they particularly enjoyed for its wit and humor had been made into a movie. They had picked the book since it was set in a “fantasy” setting in the time period he preferred, and it was a romance. It is not precisely Nightmare’s favorite genre, but this was enjoyable with the action and parts of revenge, war, and trickery. With the boys in bed and it being the night before celebrating Mother’s Day, well… might as well have a date night. Once the movie is done, he will have Lyra go to bed.
“NightStar?” he heard her say, and he looked over at her.
She looked around the room and smiled while placing her hands on her hips. “I thought you said you had a lot of work to do,” she said.
“I did,” He chuckled as he lit the last candle. “It was a lot of work setting this room up for something other than child care.”
“I was going to help you with all that paperwork you claimed to have from the latest alliance,” she argued. “Will this momentary distraction mean we will have more work during the next few days?”
“I may have exaggerated how much I had to do in order to secretly plan tonight,” And tomorrow, but she didn’t need to know that part yet. Instead, he walked over to her and held out his hand. “M’lady, if you would join me?”
“How could I say no?” She asked while extending her hand and letting him take it.
Which he did. While taking her hand, he bowed to her slightly and lightly placed his teeth on the back of her hand, against the white fur, in a skeletal kiss. He then looked up at her with a grin as he saw the hint of pink appearing on her face where her fur was the thinnest, such as around her nose. However, he could feel the warmth on his own face, telling him he was blushing as well—not that he cared at the moment.
With that, he stood straight and guided her to the sofa. “Sit, and re-,” he started. The sound of flatulence filled the room as she sat, and both were startled by it. The silence that shock caused was broken when Nightmare sighed, and Lyra burst into hysterical laughter as she fished the whoopee cushion out from under herself. “I would ask you not to laugh since that would only encourage them, but they are not here to witness. I must have missed that one while cleaning up.”
“Indeed,” She wheezed as she tossed it onto the stand beside her. But she continued snickering, and Nightmare could not help but find that… endearing in a way.
“You truly found that so funny? Typical Toriel behavior. You may act mature, but deep down, you enjoy childish things,” He teased.
“Oh hush, you old fuddy-duddy,” Lyra taunted with a grin.
Nightmare mock gasped, placing his hand over where his soul was and acting offended, “Me, old?”
“Honestly, Nightmare. That is the part that offended you the most?” Lyra teased.
“Naturally! The notion that I am old when we are both immortals is insulting,” He said while turning his head to look away to feign indignation.
“Well, if you act the part,” She chuckled.
“Fine, then. If I am old, I will act as the grandparent and spoil the four with sweets and whatever they wish. Then, once they are a rowdy and unmanageable lot, I will pack them back over to you to tend,” he replied with a grin.
It was Lyra’s turn to mock gasp, though hers was in faux fear, “How devious! I take it back. You are still youthful! But a fuddy-duddy all the same.”
“I suppose that will do,” he said, rolling his eyelight. He then smiled at her, turning their focus back to the matter at hand. “Though, I think that banter will be a good segway for the movie we will be watching tonight.”
“Oh?” She tilted her head.
“Romance and humor… though this also has sword fighting, drama, and action,” he said while putting the movie in the DVD player. He won't claim to be great at using the player and TV, but he was proficient enough to complete the task.
They sat together, holding hands, as they watched the movie about Princess Buttercup and her true love, Wesley.
It was nice… especially when the movie ended and she gave him a kiss on the cheekbone. He then followed up with a kiss on her nose, which then turned into a true kiss… one that he hoped she enjoyed as much as he did.
This was still all so awkward and new to him. Yet, feeling her lips on his teeth, their magic meeting with the physical contact, and the love they shared for each other being accepted and reciprocated was almost intoxicating to him. The fact that she seemed happy enough to keep this kiss going told him that she was enjoying it enough not to stop anytime soon. However, the sad fact of life is that all good things must eventually come to an end. If the boys were going to wake her up with a surprise breakfast in bed, then she needed to be in bed and sleeping.
“Lyra,” He said, finally pulling away, “as much as I am enjoying this. One of us should sleep while we have a chance. I will tend to everything else tonight and in the morning. It is your turn to rest.”
“Is it? I thought it was your turn,” She said with a frown.
Nightmare shook his head, “No, I rested last. Remember, we both had a chance to sleep last week, and I was the last one to sleep. So, you need to go to bed, rest, and get ready for another busy day tomorrow.”
“Hmmm…,” She hummed as she coaxed one of his tendrils to curl around her hand and arm as she often does. “That may be true, but I am not sure I am tired yet. Or done being around you.”
“Ah, yes,” He felt flustered by that. He wasn’t truly done being around her and would love to wake up cuddled with her again. But, he reminded himself he had his standards to hold to. Rules of propriety that may be ignored by some, but keep him in a moral code that made him who he was and not like the other cruel Nightmares off in their own multiverses. It might not seem that important of a rule. Though breaking one purposefully, as that one time was an accident brought on by mutual exhaustion, will invite the idea of breaking others.
“Well, as true as that may be, you should take this chance while you have it,” He said as he turned his attention to the TV.
The menu screen for the movie was playing on repeat in the background; during the kissing, he blocked the noise out. Now that he could turn his mind to other things, he had to admit the repeated short song was starting to become annoying. When the screen turned black, it darkened the room further, though that never bothered him. Nightmare can see easily in the dar-
Nightmare clapped his hands over his mouth as he struggled to hold back the sound wanting to emit from his mouth. A sensation he had not fully felt in centuries nearly forced him to laugh. In shock, he looked at Lyra, who looked back at him with equal shock and slyness. The tendril that felt the tickling sensation was no longer being tickled but still squirmed in a failed attempt to flee her. But no luck; she was not about to let the limb go.
He watched as she turned her attention back to the tentacle. Her fingers started moving over the limb in an oddly delicate yet aggressive way. Lyra leaned closer as Nightmare again struggled to hold back laughter, “My, my, what is this? The King of Negativity is ticklish after all?”
He wanted to deny it, but he didn’t dare utter a sound for fear he would burst into laughter. A snort did escape, but he held strong. No, he would not give in to this.
“I warned you, did I not?” She said with a mischievous grin on her face.
And yes, she did warn him about testing her theory that he was ticklish, but that was about four months ago. It had slipped his mind completely.
“You are so quiet, not even a retort?” She teased. “But not a laugh, either.”
Behind him, the remaining tendrils curled tightly as if trying to hide from her tickling fingers. He needed to will them to act, to push her away. It was a struggle, as his main focus was on trying not to burst into laughter. Still, he started to get them to respond, but they could not reach her to push before she pounced.
Those deft fingers moved to each side of his body, aiming for the tender area under the arm. Nightmare made the most undignified of sounds as Lyra continued this childish assault on areas he long since thought were no longer ticklish. With that, he could no longer hold it back any longer. Laughter, unlike any laughter that has burst from him in centuries, poured forth. He struggled, mid-gasps for air, to beg her for mercy.
What shame he would feel… if this wasn’t her. Indeed, if he were to display such vulnerability and weakness, it might as well be to one who has been doing the same towards him. Spending every day together caused him to shed his wall of defensive pride when around her. Still, his tendrils finally obeyed and spared him as they worked together to push her away.
“And here I thought you said you were not ticklish,” Lyra taunted with a giggle as Nightmare leaned back against the sofa arm, catching his breath.
“To be fair,” Nightmare wheezed, “No one has dared to test that theory since I was a child.”
“I suppose that is true,” Lyra replied. “But now, you look more tired than I do. Perhaps you should be the one to sleep?”
He shot her a glare and then sat up. “Winded from that ridiculous display of frivolity you coaxed out of me, sure. Tired? No. It is your turn. Do not make me carry you off to bed like I do the boys.”
“Would you tuck me in?” She teased.
“You are an adult who has tucked in more beings than I ever have. I think you can manage,” He taunted in return.
“Not even a goodnight kiss, then?” Lyra said with a “sad” pout.
“You have already had a ‘goodnight kiss,’ multiple even,” He replied.
“Oh, have I?” She said while looking off at nothing as one does to recall a memory. “I am not sure I remember.”
Of course, she remembers. He sure hopes she did. Still, if she was going to play that game, he would give her a kiss she would not likely forget anytime soon. He leaned forward and drew her attention back to him as his hands moved to her face. Fingers moved through her soft fur and touched the skin beneath. Nightmare called on his magic, his love, and his emotions for her while he kissed her as if he were trying to smother her in affection. She gasped, shocked by this display from him, but then hummed contentedly back at him as she returned a kiss.
It now was a contest of wills to see who could pour out more love and affection for the other in this single display—one he was determined not to lose. Digging down deep, he pulled on his past emotions, converting them to magical energy that she could interpret but shared through a kiss.
How they once were enemies, and at that time, he truly did despise her and how she interfered with his plans. And yet, even then, there was admiration for her doggedness to stop him and protect those weak mortals he had, at that time, no respect for. How his anger for her only increased when she seemed to disappear. When it was then Dream who was upsetting the balance. Then, the shock of how she stood up for him… Aided him and the boys, which sparked something in him. It was not love at that time, and it was more than admiration. It was the growing seed of an alliance. As time went on, he took that feeling and formed a bud of friendship. That bud grew and blossomed as they worked together for peace, and as she showed the same kindness to his boys he showed them. He… liked seeing her show off her motherly side to them. When most hate his boys and find him revolting, she showed nothing but kindness and friendship. And oh, how that confused him.
Nightmare had tried to push her away for her own good. But just as before, when they were enemies, she was too stubborn to leave. She shared her love for him with him, and he relented to that confirmation that he was not alone in those feelings. And now, here they were. This time together, tending the boys, drawing them closer and closer, deeper and deeper into love. And he was devoted to her. If he were her “NightStar,” guiding her on the ocean of life as the stars guided the sailors, then he would do his best to keep her safe and direct her back here, to her home.
And with that, she surrendered, pulling away and gasping. Hints of blush were now visible through her fur over her whole face. He won, and he grinned while watching her catch her breath. Sitting back, he let a little smugness change his grin. His tendrils flipped contentedly from side to side as a display of playful superiority. “Now who is looking tired, hmm?”
“You say that with such confidence, but your face is covered in that lovely teal blush,” She teased back. “But I give… my sweet Night… we will need to discuss this kiss another time, as… I think you,” She looked at him for a moment, and he started to frown, tilting his head. “We will discuss this ‘goodnight kiss’ another time. For now, I will go to bed. Good night, my love.”
“Good night, Lyra.”
And with that, she stood and left.
Discuss the kiss? What was there to discuss about it? Granted, it was their history displayed to her in his view through magic shared in a kiss, but… that is all there is to it. They both lived through that. Did they really need to talk about it?
#FuzzyNight#GoopTales#dadmare#nightmare!sans#killer!sans#Lyra!Toriel#Balance!Toriel#Nightmare flavored Soriel#:3#If this were an art project it would have so much glitter on it#that glitter would just get on anyone and thing that touched it#I guess I needed more romance?#That or Nightmare and Lyra did#Enjoy~#And with this#A new AO3 chapter was added#Getting closer to the end#Didn't a promise some angst?#Gee... normally I have my angst and fluff ratio even#I hope I can keep the angst equal to this#:3c
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Me a fair bit of the time, honestly
#lyra silvertongue#his dark materials#hdm rewatch#really pretty nightmare scene. undeniably#how did they beautifully shoot it like this#hdm 3x02
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News
My flock has contracted Marek's Disease.
Since 2019, after I brought home Lyra and Wren, my flock has been a closed flock. Meaning I take biosecurity very seriously, and opted to not bring any new chickens in or allow other poultry-keepers access to the yard where they are kept. The only birds that were added from 2019 until now have been from hatching eggs. There are a select few diseases that can pass from mother to egg, but not Marek's.
But within the past few weeks one chicken displayed symptoms of leg weakness and became unable to walk. I brought them indoors and started treating for vitamin deficiency, since that is by far the most common cause of sudden lameness in poultry. But she didn't get better, and then Lyra started walking unsteadily, and I knew something else was wrong. I suspected something was wrong with my feed and sent off a sample to get tested for mycotoxins, and switched feeds, because I know a lot of people have had issues with that lately. But then one morning I found Moss deceased in the coop, and it all kind of went downhill from there.
Sebrights are known for having extremely low resistance to disease. They are very inbred. It is the reason I lost Kip to fowl pox when everyone else recovered fine. And why all but one (her unnamed cockerel "emo" son) of the members of my flock who are descended from Lyra are affected. But none of the other tiny breeds I have, Seramas or Kikirkis, are known for being particularly disease resistant either. So. I am extremely cautious at jumping the gun and saying they wont be effected.
I sent off Moss's body for a necropsy on monday and got the results today, September 29th.
I do not know how this got into my flock. Our nextdoor neighbor got chickens a few months ago, but our birds don't have any direct contact. That is the only way I can think of.
There is a vaccine but it can only be administered to day old chicks. Vaccinating to prevent this was not an option.
It generally takes 4-10 weeks for the disease to develop after the chicken has been exposed, so it had to have been fairly recent. My flock has not been carrying this sub-clinically.
I genuinely don't know how this is going to go from here. There is no treatment for marek's disease. It is a virus. I have ordered a few herbal remedies with vague studies to back up some kind of efficacy helping reduce the damage the virus does and boost their immunity, but its mostly a crapshoot. The only good news I have with all this is that older birds are somewhat less likely to succumb to this disease. And the fact turkies and pigeons can't contract it.
The only birds displaying symptoms right now are Lyra, and Moss's unnamed pullet daughter.
Lyra is tentatively okay. I have crafted a sling for her, and she has been increasing in mobility over the last few days. She did not ever have full paralysis, so I am hopeful. Her daughter and Mouse, one of the younger keep-back pullets from this summers chicks, are the only casualties so far.
I'll be doing all that I can in terms of supportive care, but if any symptomatic birds get to the point I don't think they will recover from I will be euthanizing them. I will not be selling chickens anymore.
This disease has been a nightmare of mine for such a long time and now it is really happening. I am pretty crushed.
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IRON FLAME SPOILERS theories & shit
okay violet’s second signet!! ry confirmed that it did manifest in this book… theories I’ve seen:
andarna’s linked to the gods, meaning her capabilities and violet’s signet defy established norms.
communicating with or resurrecting the dead. stems from her conversation with liam, though ry did say in an interview that liam was, in fact, just a hallucination. others theorize that even if that were the case, maybe sawyer was truly beyond saving had violet not intervened.
soul mender/something to do with healing venin. from the emphasis on “balance”; violet can both destroy and save the venin.
amplifier for other signets. mira’s shield, rhi pulling the dagger through a wall, dain seeing specific memories…
foresight. seeing the future; the way andarna was sure they would bond before she even hatched
time travel. linked to andarna’s power to stop time as a feathertail, the idea is that violet will ultimately go back and influence characters in the past
truth-sayer. “The only signet more terrifying than an inntinnsic is a truth-sayer.” Violet has an incessant need for the truth, and Xaden says he will always answer honestly so long as she asks the right questions.
more theories!! bc i need to consolidate these somewhere:
naolin turned venin and is still alive (poor brennan & tairn); it’s never says explicitly that he dies, just that saving Brennan “cost him everything”— much like Lyra’s words when talking about sharing the knowledge and protection of the wards
xaden’s mom turned venin and is still alive
violet’s dad turned venin before Violet was born/conceived
if resurrection/communicating with the dead is gonna come into play, burning a person’s belongings severs any potential connection/makes it impossible
either Violet and Xaden have been having the same nightmares and were both targets or one of them is seeing the other’s dreams
“recovered correspondence” could simply mean that it was recovered from a destroyed location, or that it was for a time believed to be lost… i’m more worried about the seemingly static ranks…
#i’ll add if i remember more/someone tells me more that i like#bc oml#iron flame#fourth wing#andarna#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#rebecca yarros#books#reading#iron flame spoilers#the empyrean#theories
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Toby has nightmares, so why does he go to Jane’s room every time this happens?
(Toby angst ft Jane)
It happened again. The memories breaking loose from Slendermans hold and invading Toby’s mind as he slept. The hold on his memories weakened after 12 years of them being kept from his mind. They’ve been coming back randomly for four years now, randomly filling Toby’s head with his past of suffering. Not only his but his mothers and sisters. He remembered everything. The bruising of Lyras skin. The begging of his mother. The fists of his father. Toby having to use his body as his sister and mother’s shield and the scars he still has from it all over his body till this day. He remembers. Everything.
He was begging in his sleep as if he was the scared 17 year old boy again. Making noises of fear and sadness. “Lyra, get behind me, please! I can’t feel it! You can! Let me protect you!” If Toby could wake up in a cold sweat he would. CIPA won’t allow him to do that. He put his head in his hands and breathed heavily. Usually Nina would be there to calm him down, but she wasn’t here tonight. Something about a rave. Toby assured her he’d be fine so she wouldn’t feel bad about being away from him all night. Part of it was pride. He didn’t want to depend on her. Didn’t want Nina to know he did need her. Didn’t want her to know the he wanted her here. He’d rather suffer alone than be so vulnerable. Part of it was his self centered and obnoxious confident nature. He’s strong he doesn’t need anyone to help him. But tonight that just wasn’t true.
He put on a shirt and made his way to Jane’s room. He knows she’s awake. She rarely sleeps. He can see her light on through the cracks of the door. He opens it and enters without knocking and closes it behind him softly, not wanting anyone else to know he’s here.
Jane had been reading, her all black eyes scanning the pages as she was under the covers of her bed. She looked up at the 29 year old man with dark brown hair, pale skin and scars all over his arms with a look of knowing. She could see the fear in his eyes and the neediness. Although Toby would never admit to it or show it, his face still blank as he looked at her. But Jane knew. She had that same look in her eyes as Mary had to comfort her through the nightmare filled sleepless nights as Jane saw Jeff taking her parents away in her head over and over. Jane knew.
“I need it Jane.” Toby said blankly and almost demanding as he stared at her.
“Need it? Toby you know this isn’t healthy. You sound like an addict. You know this makes your hallucinations worse.”
“Since when do I care about health? I need it.” He dismissed her, as he walked toward the bed she was sitting on.
Jane shut the book she was reading. “And why should I do this for you, hm? You’ve been rude since you got in here.”
Toby furrows his brows, balls his fists and squeezes his eyes shut. “Jane…..I need her. Need to see her.”
Jane looks at him, narrowing her eyes as if waiting for the magic word.
“Please.” Toby opens his eyes and un balls his fists his face going blank again.
Jane sighs. Her black hair turning blonde. Her black eyes turning bluish green. Her black lips turning a lively pink. Her pale skin turning to a peachy fair tone. Her voice changing to a higher pitched one that Toby recognized and missed all too well.
“Hello, Toby” said the pseudo Lyra in front of him. She holds out her hands for Toby to take. “I missed you.”
Toby walk over and falls to his knees in front of her, taking her hands. “Lyra. I missed you. I missed you so much.” He couldn’t help it. He will always have a soft spot for his sister. Even though in the back of his mind he knew this wasn’t real.
Lyra softly cups Toby’s face. Her hands are warm and soft like he remembered her. He looks up at her, as she looks down at him softly. Lyra was the one person Toby didn’t mind being beneath. When she looked at him like that, he’ll stay beneath her forever.
“You had a nightmare about dad huh?” the pseudo Lyra said to him softly, still cupping his face.
Toby nods. “Your skin was so bruised. I couldn’t handle seeing you that way.”
“I’m okay Toby. See? I’m okay because of you.”
“I’d do anything to protect you. You…know that right?”
“Of course I do, Toby. All you’ve ever done was protect me.”
Toby put his head in her lap.
“But I couldn’t save you from the accident.”
“No one could. It’s not your fault.”
The disguised Jane, runs her fingers through his hair.
She had replicated everything about Lyra perfectly. Down to her fingernails. Toby loved every second of it. He missed his sister so badly. This was as close as he was going to get to her ever again.
“Lyra. I love you. I love you. I love you so much” Toby just lets it all out. Everything he wishes he said more to the real one.
“…….I love you too, Toby.”
That’s the last thing Jane says as Lyra before turning back to her normal self.
Toby immediately takes his head out of her lap and stands up. His face having a look of shock and anger.
“No! Jane, damnit, bring her back!”
“Toby. That’s enough for one night.”
“Bring….her back….God! Someone bring her back….” Toby sounded like he was about to cry, but quickly stops and catches himself. He’s above that. Above the grief and pain. He’s stronger than that.
Jane hugs him.
Toby tries to resist at first, but melts into it, hugging her back.
“I know what it’s like to loose the ones you love Toby. I’m sorry.”
How Toby loves women. They’re so soft and sweet. They’ve been comforting him all his life. Nothings changed.
“Thank you….Jane.”
Toby pulls away and leaves her room. Not wanting to be any more vulnerable than he has to be. Getting back into his bed and waiting to Nina to come home and join him in it. Maybe he’ll tell her he loves her more often. Maybe not. He’ll see how he feels in a few hours.
(Once again this isn’t proof read, sorry! I think Jane canonically being able to shape shift is so cool. Also happy Monday :3)
#creepypasta#creepypasta hcs#creepypasta characters#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta headcanon#crp#ticcy toby#ticci toby headcanons#creepypasta nina the killer#ticci toby hcs#ticci toby creepypasta#toby rogers#janeeverlasting#janethekillerhcs#creepypasta angst#angst#ticci toby hc#ticcitoby#creepypasta ticci toby
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wip wednesday sketch dump
tagged by: @ivymarquis @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @direwombat @finding-comfort-in-rain @cloudofbutterflies92 @kyber-infinitygems @josephslittledeputy (and likely others, I have been very absent as of late...sorry)
okay, so uh clearly the art won for that poll (heh, always knew the cod fic was just for me... anyhoo) here's the sketchy sketches for oc kiss week. They are very, VERY rough still so please forgive
I won't run with the usual tag list but if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged
(Top: Kit and @dickytwister oc Elliot Fletcher, Kit and @statichvm oc Katherine O'Neill Middle: Rory and @statichvm oc Lily Watt, Rory and @direwombat oc Saoirse Monaghan Bottom: Kit and @theelderhazelnut oc Ombra, Kit and @florbelles oc Lyra Fairbanks)
*I still have a few more sketches to get done, so if you were in my replies asking for some art, its on the way*
going to tag @strangefable @isobel-thorm and @direwombat for the cod stuff since y'all were kind enough to indulge me in a little scene I wrote for chapter 11 (even if I'm still supposed to be working on chapter 9 lol)
“You were jealous, weren't you?”
“Of course I was bloody jealous, Rory. Look at you, can you really blame me? I've been with my fair share of women, but Jesus, none of them can hold a match to you, my girl.”
“Your girl?”
“Listen, I've been trying my damnedest to keep my composure here. You think I went into this expecting to have this happen with my subordinate? It's rule number one and I'm here breaking it for you.” He sighed. “I had to listen to you in my fuckin’ ear, Rory. It was a goddamn nightmare.”
“And so what, you want to have that be the foundation for a relationship? The fact that I nearly died and you had to pull me out of there? That’s the foot you want to start on? It’s like I said last night, this is a dangerous game to be playing and I am not worth the trouble. I’m not worth your career.”
“And why’s that, eh?”
“I’m a fucking mess, that’s why. I’ve got nightmares, anxiety attacks, tremors, flashbacks. I’m in no place to start anything with anyone. And certainly not with someone who’s life could be upended because of me.”
“I don’t care.” He shrugged and gave a slight thrust of his pelvis as he crossed his arms over his chest. Obstinate, pigheaded right to the bitter end, refusing to back down from anything. This was Captain John Price type behavior through and through.
“What do you mean ‘you don’t care’?”
“You think all that’s gonna keep me away from you?”
“Well it should.”
“Why?” He lowered his head, looking up at her through his brow. Constantly challenging her.
“Trust me, after several nights of no sleep from me waking up with nightmares, you’ll understand.”
His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, the crows feet by his eyes creasing. “Someone else left you ‘cause o’that?”
Rory grimaced and bit down on her molars. Her eyes fell to the floor as she turned her head away from him. She didn’t have to say anything, her body language gave it all away.
Price’s face darkened at her reaction. If it was up to him he’d hunt down whoever it was and teach them a lesson, but that isn’t what she would want to hear. “Christ, don’t tell me someone actually did that?”
“Of course someone did that, John. Most people who see that side of me either think of me like I’m holding on by a goddamn thread or I'm just another broken soldier. And if it's not that, it's the whole horde of other shit in my head.” She rubbed at her brow. “People don’t want to fall in love with someone like me. It’s too hard to do.”
“Well, lucky for you I’m a bit of a stubborn bastard. I’m willin’ to put in the hard work. I can be goddamn relentless when need be.”
Rory scoffed, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”
He gave her a little crooked grin and stepped forward, cupping her face in his large hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly. “I’m only gonna tell you this once, darlin’.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t care about how much trouble you might be, you hear me? I have to have you, Rory. I need you to be mine, yeah? Simple as.”
It was her turn to ask the question. “Why?”
“Because if there’s anyone who’s going to understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, it's me. I wanna protect you. I wanna make sure somethin’ like this never happens again. I can’t even take the thought of you bein’ with someone else besides me.”
“I’m not willing to take the risk.”
He nodded his head slightly. “Well, I’m patient. Persistent. I can wait as long as I have to.”
“Fucking hell. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not after what I saw last night.”
#wip wednesday#wip art#oc kiss week wips#i'm sorry they all look so rough still#the lyra and kit one is def the closest to being done#just needs finishing touches and blending and stuff#skelly writes#fic: all along the watchtower#oc: kit cross#oc: rory sinclair
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Does Toby still experience some PTSD from his abusive past?
In my au, Toby’s amnesia is mostly attributed to when he was under the operators influence. He does remember his childhood and experiences symptoms of ptsd and general trauma responses
Tw for details about Toby’s triggers(kinda..) and random things that were impacted cuz of the abuse under the cut
The last act of physical abuse(minus the fight the night frank died) that Toby experienced from frank was being strangled till he passed out. He was 16 going on 17. Connie FINALLY left frank after this bc she legitimately believed he killed Toby until she checked Toby’s pulse. Connie let frank come back after lyras death bc she thought that losing a kid would “fix” him(it didn’t). Toby killed his dad 17 going on 18
SO WITH ALL THAT BEING SAID he has a specific issue with his neck/throat being touched, hence the turtlenecks and the way he panicked in the drawing I just did of him and tim. He can’t feel pain but airways being restricted would freak anyone out (I’m assuming u asked this because of that drawing)
Some other sore spots for him would be. Obviously Alchohol, specifically men and women arguing, men raising their voices, etc. he has a particular frustration for men mistreating women even if he’s not the Best Example of a respectable gentleman(literally has killed men and women alike), but overall getting into fights and stuff isn’t that big of a trigger unless his throat is being touched.
Some other non trigger but related stuff… Toby Def has a weird relationship w gender and gender roles cuz of the way he grew up. His dad instilled a lot of “don’t act like a girl, women belong in the kitchen” shit too. Half of him is still like “I’m not a fucking pussy” and half of him just wants to be as soft as his sister and mother.
He only gets severe nightmares and stuff when he’s stressed, but it doesn’t take much to stress him out. He is CONSTANTLY on edge, smth he got from a household where he had to always listen to the weight of footsteps to know how angry frank was. He still keeps track of things like that around the others, even if he comes off as like.. mindless and not paying attention. Tim always gets on his case for being oblivious . There are likely some specific phrases that get Toby really riled up. Honestly he probably has beef with shit as simple as military time because of franks time in the military having an impact on the household too.
Toby is a hypocrite though. Not exactly an example of breaking the cycle
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Introduction of my OFC for my Kit Tanthalos story
In a time when magic whispered in the winds and legends still danced with the stars, there was a child named Lyra Calloway. From the moment she drew her first breath, it was evident to all who gazed upon her tiny, fragile form that she was destined for greatness. Her parents, both wielders of ancient magic that had been passed down through generations, recognized the spark of enchantment in their daughter's eyes. They nurtured it, crafting her into a sorceress even before she could walk, let alone speak.
For the initial years of her life, Lyra's world was a symphony of spells and wonder. Her parents, benevolent magicians who traveled from village to village, brought with them not just awe-inspiring illusions, but a profound sense of joy and curiosity. They painted the sky with hues of magic, teaching their daughter the secrets of the arcane as they ventured, creating a tapestry of happiness that cocooned her existence.
One day, the winds of fate shifted the course of Lyra's life. Their nomadic journey led them to the edges of Tir Asleen, a city wrapped in an enigma and shielded by a powerful magic barrier. Lyra, her eyes wide with anticipation, clung to the tales she had heard about this mystical place. Her heart swelled with excitement as they approached Tir Asleen, the very thought of witnessing the magic barrier fueling her young imagination.
Yet, caution mingled with her thrill. Her parents, wise custodians of ancient knowledge, warned her against wielding her magic within Tir Asleen. Magic, they had told her, was a forbidden dance within those walls, a secret forbidden in the city since the year of Lyra's birth. The very thought of retribution hung heavy in their voices, and Lyra, despite her natural inclination to explore, nodded in solemn understanding.
Their journey, however, was destined to be a tapestry woven with tragedy. Ambushed on the outskirts of Tir Asleen, her parents became victims of an unseen vendetta, their magical defenses crumbling before a malevolent force. In the chaos that ensued, Lyra's mother's voice, laced with desperate urgency, pierced the night. "Run, Lyra," her mother's whispers echoed, barely audible above the clash of spells. "Run and don't look back. We love you."
In her innocence, Lyra obeyed. Her tiny legs carried her away from the nightmare, propelling her toward Tir Asleen. She reached the shimmering barrier, her eyes searching for the door her parents had spoken of, the hidden portal through which she could step into safety. But she didn't see anything. It was a heartbreaking sight — a child, alone and abandoned, waiting at the threshold of a city that held the promise of refuge.
Eight long days passed, marked by hunger, fear, and the distant echoes of her parents' teachings. Her resilience wavered, and just when hope was fading, a compassionate soldier discovered her, a fragile wisp of a girl, clinging to life like a flickering candle in the wind. Tir Asleen, a city that had shrouded itself in mystique, embraced her not as a foundling, but as a ward of the castle staff, destined to grow within its stone walls.
Within the grandeur of the castle, Lyra's magical origins were a forbidden secret, locked away like a treasured relic. She was not born within those walls, yet she became an integral part of the castle's heartbeat. The enchanting aura that had once clung to her like stardust was now a memory, a whisper in the corridors of the castle. As the years passed, she embraced a new role — that of a diligent lady's maid, her hands skilled in the art of service, her spirit veiled by the mundane routine of castle life.
Magic, once the guiding star of her existence, was now a tale of yore, a dream faded beneath the weight of her new responsibilities. But little did she know that destiny, the weaver of unforeseen tales, had not forgotten her. In the quietude of the castle, where the echoes of sorcery were but a distant memory, Lyra Calloway's extraordinary destiny awaited, poised to unfold like the petals of a long-forgotten flower, waiting to bloom once more.
#kit tanthalos#ruby cruz#kit tanthalos fanfiction#Kit Thantalos x OFC#Kit Thantalos x Reader#hazel callahan#Ruby Cruz fanfic
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ah but you missed the ultimate angst point: the first time Lucy wakes up from a night terror after losing Aquarius
OMG how could I forget that!? Alright lemme throw some more!
When Aquarius gets her key broken, she is comforted by the thought that Lucy will have friends to look after her now
So the first night when Lucy wakes up screaming, Natsu is there and tries to help her. But its just not right
Lucy gets so upset because she knows he's trying to help, but its not the same and she misses Aquarius
She starts bawling into Natsu's arms and Natsu is just desperately trying to comfort her, but he doesn't know how and she can't speak because she's crying too hard
The next time she has one is the night Natsu leaves. She just sits there alone, with tears streaming down her face
Her keys start to glow with worried spirits but none of them summon themselves
Lucy doesn't sleep that night
Then the guild disbands and Lucy is truly alone now. She has no one
Her night terrors get worse and worse
After about a week straight of nightmares, Loke summons himself (he was holding back because he knew she'd be pissed if he showed up in her bedroom but he couldn't take it anymore)
Aquarius told him what she does for Lucy. Loke tries it, but it's not the same
Lucy thanks him for trying and the two stay up all night talking about Fairy Tail
Loke cheers her up a little by telling funny stories from before she joined, but they both are just so sad about it being gone that the stories turn sour after awhile
It becomes a regular thing. A spirit will summon themselves and try to soothe Lucy with varying success
The spirits with the best results are: Loke, Aries, Capricorn, Scorpio and Lyra
Nothing helps the way Aquarius did and Lucy's spirits get really disheartened that they can't help her when she needs them
Lucy assures them its not their fault. She's just missing her friends, but that tension still hangs in the air
#thought about a gemini trick but idk if they can turn into other spirits#hope you liked it!#anon ;)#fairy tail#fairy tail headcanons#lucy heartfilia#fairy tail aquarius#natsu dragneel#nalu#fairy tail loke
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Hello there, you! I have not failed to notice you going through my fics. And apparently, you didn't just stick to my Dadmare stuff, either, @chiyannad XD The Great and Wonderful Doctor W.D. Gaster and The Door?! I haven't updated it in aaaaages. Still, happy to see you enjoying my new and old works, so thanks for that.
Now, about Lyra. I am hesitant to say "OC" as an original character to me is a wholly original and not tied to a fandom. Lyra is a fan character designed to be part of the UTMV of at least HNBD. Though anyone is welcome to use her for their own creations.
Those stories you see her in are set in the future. Balance, or Lyra, will appear in HNBD, but she will be more of a side character who will play a big role... I needed someone to be a Balance/Order keeper. And I wanted someone who wasn't a Sans. So, I picked a Toriel and decided to repurpose a Toriel from an abandoned AU idea that came up years ago in Soriel Discord for her origins. In time, I will tell her story, but fewer readers are interested in her than in Dadmare, thus focusing on Dadmare.
After years of writing Soriel, I should have known that my brain would insist she should kiss a Sans. Over time, I accepted that I would be shipping her with someone. Past me thought if she were to fall for a Sans, it would be Dream. My brain did not get that memo, as she somehow fell for Nightmare. And... yeah... it will make sense when she finally starts playing her role in HNBD. That said, I still hold to no ships being in that fic. The most you will see is a budding friendship.
Anyway, her history will be part of a FuzzyNight fic, as she would only reveal it to anyone if she were in a close enough relationship. So, you gotta wait. I did write a start to that fic and referenced her home life..., but I will eventually put all my little FuzzyNight fics on AO3 so they are better organized.
As for a reference:
That first one is by me. The next two were commissioned from @tamagoneko and the last one was commissioned from @skeleplatypus
#Balance!toriel#Lyra!Toriel#HNBD#FuzzyNight#Wanted to answer sooner but in the middle of my work weekend#As much as I love art#I am not much of an artist
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Valentine, you're a
horse
(rain code pony au. design notes under the cut!)
just as a note, i haven't seen my little pony since i was like. 11. and also i don't think i watched beyond twilight becoming an alicorn. my knowledge of later seasons mostly comes from horsecomix. so if i say anything that contradicts the Horse Lore, sorry about that.
ok now for individual designs.
yuma is a unicorn, mostly because mystery labyrinths require him to be able to hold a sword and talk at the same time. in addition to his memories, he lost his cutie mark in the pact, so everyone who sees him is like "damn you're an amnesiac AND a blank flank? pick a struggle". he doesn't have any accessories by default, but he probably gets a little hat in the rain + his cape in the mystery labyrinth. he was the first pony i drew, so his face looks a little janky. i struggled with drawing the ponies from any angle other than a perfect sideview, and the snouts/mouths were the hardest parts by far. the front view i did for yuma was a bit easier than the 3/4 view i did for most of the cast, but it was still tougher than i expected. pony artists who mimic the style of the show have all of my respect.
shinigami's spirit form was changed a little bit, although it was already so abstracted compared to a real human that i didn't feel i needed to change much in order to make her fit into the pony universe. i just swapped her horns out for wings and gave her a horn. i also removed her thumbs and made her colors closer to her human (er, pony) form. she's no longer a "death god" in the traditional sense, now being the "princess of death" in the same way twilight is the princess of friendship or cadence is the princess of love. she was sealed away because she was shit at her job (just killed a fuckton of people for no reason) but anypony who stumbled across the book she was sealed in can make a contract w her just like in rain code canon. obvi this is a little dark for the actual mlp universe, they wouldn't be putting a trigger-happy murder princess in their rated y cartoon, but this is the same fanbase that made fuckin. cupcakes and rainbow factory and a whole slew of others that make the main characters of mlp infinitely more fucked up than canon shinigami ever was. so i feel like we can have a little suspension of disbelief here.
shinigami's true form is an alicorn, obvi. she's a god princess, she's gonna be an alicorn. i tried to refrain from giving the characters too many accessories to better mimic the simpler mane 6 designs, but shinigami looked so naked with just the crown. so she also got her flower and little necklace. i didn't even attempt to put her hair in braids, since drawing her face at that angle was such a challenge already. upon posting this, i also realize i forgot to give her a tail. just imagine any tail you want on her. pin the tail on the shinigami. her cutie mark has the same dark void effect as nightmare moon's, although i can't remember if luna also has it as well. regardless, it's a visual tie-in to nightmare moon, who has a similar "princess banished to an inanimate object" thing going on. the actual cutie mark itself is two bones, representing death in a cutesy cartoony fashion. i was gonna do a skull and crossbones but then i realized. no one knows what a human skull looks like. there's no people. and i am NOT about to draw a fucking horse skull. so, bones it is.
yakou is probably the one i'm proudest of! i feel like i really captured the essence of the background pony in him. i feel like i could see him hanging out with lyra heartstrings and dr. whooves and i wouldn't bat an eyelash. his hair is a little longer than in the original design but i think it looks cute so it's fine. his cutie mark is an umbrella because his calling as a detective leads him to protect others like an umbrella protects you from the rain, plus kanai ward has its whole Thing. and he can be kind of a gloomy person at times, very pessimistic. he's an earth pony because he's just a normal guy, no forte in canon and stuff like that.
makoto was probably the trickiest to actually design. the element of mystery is super important in the original character design, but he was able to still have some skin exposed since almost all of the character designs in that game have a skintone of "homestuck white". in mlp, where coat colors can be any color of the rainbow (and the colors outside of the rainbow), makoto would lose that element of mystery. so, while i generally try to avoid putting the ponies in clothes, makoto kind of needed them. he's got his full suit and a set of gloves and white shoes for his hooves. instead of being a sort of "paper plate" mask, he's got a rubber halloween mask that extends past his neck instead. don't ask how the mane comes out of the mask. we don't ask how canon makoto's mask stays on with no straps, so don't ask about this one. the mask goes over his horn, so it blocks out most powerful magic, but basic spells like levitation are still possible with a bit of effort. the pants of his suit hide his cutie mark, and when asked about what it is, he gives a different answer each time.
kurumi isn't a super complicated or in-depth design. just a cute lil earth pony with a cutie mark of a speech bubble, since she does a lot of information gathering via talking to others. in hindsight, i should've given her freckles in the same color as her body outline. imagine she has freckles please. thank you.
fubuki is the design where i actually got the courage to attempt a braid. no idea if it looks good, i didn't use a reference and my hair is too short to braid it myself. i wanted an earth pony in the core group of nda members, and i was sort of torn between her and desuhiko. however, i'm a personal believer in the "all ponies can use magic on some level" theory, and that theory posits that earth ponies have a tendency to be able to use the intrinsic magic of their planet in subtle ways. applejack can enhance her physical strength without really doing anything consciously, and most importantly, pinkie pie can bend the laws of reality for The Bit. i think time travel is kinda like bending the laws of reality for The Bit. plus, desuhiko's disguise ability is kinda like an illusion, which feels like more of a unicorn ability. her cutie mark is a clock. because. uh. you know.
desuhiko is a unicorn for reasons i mentioned in fubuki's notes. his backpack is worn like a saddle, but he can still use it to disguise himself like in rain code canon. his cutie mark is the bag with a star on it, hinting that there's a superstar (him) in the bag. not much to say about him other than that.
vivia is a pegasus. since his forte allows him to fly, it makes sense for him to be able to fly in his base form as well - he'd get used to the flight powers inherent to his ability a lot quicker if he could already do it. he's definitely more of a fluttershy than a rainbow dash in terms of how he uses his ability to fly. he prefers to walk, but if his legs get tired, he'll switch to flying for a little bit. but then both his legs and his wings get tired and he takes a little nap. that's what the pose is meant to be, altho it does look a bit like he's flying. his cutie mark is a disappearing flash shape, as his spirit form is invisible and he tends to disappear into the background in general. someone in the rain coat server told me he looks like stoney pony and i haven't been able to get that out of my mind.
halara was the last pony i drew, because i love them and wanted to get as much pony-drawing experience as i could before turning them into an equine. can't have my pookie bear looking like shit! they are also a pegasus, but not for forte reasons like vivia. rather, they just do impressive feats of athleticism on the reg, and i feel like they would be a great flyer as a result. imagine the scene where yuma calls for help while being detained by seth and the peacekeepers. a blue and purple bursts onto the scene from the fucking clouds and halara is divebombing the peacekeepers. that'd be sick as fuck. their cutie mark is an eye, because postcognition is all about sight.
erm ok thats everyone!!! i'm bad at pony names so if anyone has any ideas leave them in the comments or the tags ☺️
#rain code#mdarc#yuma kokohead#halara nightmare#vivia twilight#desuhiko thunderbolt#yakou furio#fubuki clockford#kurumi wendy#makoto kagutsuchi#shinigami rain code#my little pony#mlp
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Toby Rogers x NB!Reader
[Angst/Comfort] Comforting him through his nightmares, taking care of him no matter what. This is a revamp from my old account @juconix!
Word count: 753
Trigger warnings: graphic nightmares, PTSD, swearing.
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Five nights. Five nights of heart pounding, agonizingly long, gut wrenching night terrors. Toby Rogers has only managed three hours of fitful sleep in those 120 hours. Anyone who looked upon him could easily tell that it was draining on the young man. His shoulders were tense and shuttering as he sobbed– deep, ragged, and wheezing gasps escaped him as he tried to muffle the sound by holding the pillow to his face. Maybe if he suffocated the screams of his sister would stop, the sounds of glass shattering and tires squealing. The feeling of warm blood hitting his face, and he couldn’t tell if it was his own or from his sister.
But those dreams would never go away, and neither would the mourning ache that weighs his heart down heavily.
Toby Erin Rogers would never be able to purge those memories from his skull. He would never be able to shake the survivor’s guilt that held a death grip on him. Lyra was good, she was pure. She was happy and protective of him and his mother, she was capable of absolutely anything. He had hoped that she would go to college and take him with, taking him away from his father. But no. Some stupid fucking driver took everything from them. And now he couldn’t breathe. When she died, a large part of him was taken with.
He could not fathom a world where it would end before she did.
Yet when she left, life continued moving– unbothered by the loss that shook him to the core.
Any time he got close to recovering from the loss of her, the dreams would return– Along with the static that filled his mind, and the rage that moved his hands. And in those moments he took the lives of others, and dragged him further into the murky depths of despair. The Operator preyed upon his tragic life, and used him like a puppet to remove as many people as he could.
Toby had believed he was doing better. He had found someone who truly loved him, who looked past the twitches and the mood swings– someone who did not pity him nor laugh at him, but laughed with him and healed him with their warmth. They had welcomed him into their home, and into their bed. They laid undisturbed and peacefully next to him, and he desperately did not want to wake them with his sobs. So he stuffed the tear soaked pillow into his mouth, trying to stifle any noise.
Though that peaceful sleep wouldn’t last one. They seemed to always know when Toby needed them most.
[Y/n] shifted, rolling from their side onto their back and groggily rubbing their eyes. They hummed out in a raspy sleep ridden voice, eyes scanning Toby’s shuddering form through the inky dark room.
Their hands wrapped around the pillow held to their boyfriend’s face, and they gently removed it, plopping the fluffy contents to the side. Toby’s hiccups filled the quiet space as the love of his life placed their hand gently on his cheek, rubbing along the height of his cheek bone gently with their thumb before pulling him over so his head rested against their chest.
They always seemed to know when he needed something to ground him.
Their fingers embedded themselves into his hair, nails scratching as his scalp and working to gently detangle the knots that were plentiful in his curly hair. Their heart beat was steady and soothing, as they cooed softly at him. His hands found purchase in their shirt, tightly gripping on as his sobs slowed down and breathing became easier.
“It’s okay, Toby… I’m here, I will always be here…” their voice echoed gently through the room.
“I just… just… Fuckshit… I want this to st- sto-stop…” His neck creaked as he twitched, jerking his head away as a loud pop! And a whistle broke through the silence. “I want to stop stop seeing her… I can’t keep doing thissssssss…”
“I am so sorry, Toby…” They paused, humming gently as their free hand moved to rub his back, “I can’t make the nightmares go away, but I will be here to protect you when you wake up.”
The silence settled in the room once more, Toby’s hiccups slowly subsiding. Sleep was gripping him slowly, trying to pull him down finally for a night of unperturbed rest.
“Do– Do– Do you puh-promise?” Speaking was always hard for Toby, only becoming worse for him after a breakdown.
“Always.”
#Toby Rogers#Toby Erin Rogers#Ticci Toby x Reader#Ticci Toby#Fuck Kastoway#Toby Rogers x Reader#Toby Erin Rogers x Reader#Toby Rogers x you#Ticci toby x you#Creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#juneywrites
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Cat: It's one STUPID fucking sentence and I won't add it in! They want the piece to conform to the newest fad and much like Nickie Catzenberg, I've had my fill of people telling me what to say, when to say it, and how to fucking say it!
Elita: Lyra blinks a bit, somewhat surprised by the venom in Cat's voice. And can you blame her? Cat had always been a very kind and soft spoken woman, today, she was spitting nails.
Lyra: Yeah well, you've got a lot going on right now.
Cat: The sentence does not add anything worthy to the piece. I'm not doing it... we can take it as high as she wants... I will not damn well budge on it. Sorry, I'm just really tired and sore is all…
Lyra: No need to apologise Cat, sometimes we gotta get stuff off our chest, and we both know you have a lot to think about. Sorry to sidetrack Cat, is it ok if I can have a cigarette? Or would you prefer me to go outside?
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Elita: Cat in fairness knew she couldn’t exile her pregnant friend into the cold. Lyra only had a T shirt on because of how hot it was in the car. Heater was bust and stuck on to full power.
Cat: It’s freezing out there, smoke in here... the fumes from the car usually overpowers any other smells in here. Sal seems to forget that I'm up here and starts the car in the morning and the fumes seem to leak up here. I'm hoping the floor guy can figure out how to stop it.
Lyra: Let's hope there's no gasoline then and I blow us up!
Elita: No laugh… tough room. I thought that was funny.
Cat: Shouldn't be, but I plan on getting a monoxide meter just in case she's secretly working for Kali and trying to kill me.
Lyra: You probably need a floor liner or something to trap it down below. Or Sal needs a better car…
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Cat: The car is actually pretty nice, she's just not taking care of the maintenance. Not sure why.
Lyra: So, uh, you mentioned sore... did you hurt yourself?
Cat *sighs*: I didn't think so, but since sleeping on that wretched thing that passes as a bed... I wake up with sore hips and headaches too... and I'm really fucking irritable because I'm tired all the time. I have yet to make the appointments for a check in... just to make sure it's not something medical. I just don't have time to deal with it and watch for Kali... get a divorce, keep my job and remodel this place. I'm worried the nightmares will start up again. I keep waking up naked... and I never sleep like that. Always worried about having to run and don't want to do it naked… Not that I could outrun a fucking super solider anyway!
Elita: Lyra cleared her throat then took another drag on her cig and exhaled. Cat was in a bad mood. Her language was not the best, and she had a very aggressive tone to her. Does that sound like Cat to you? Because it doesn’t to me.
Lyra: Not much longer now Cat, I'm sure Stella will send you somebody up to the task. She got Judith off when she was guilty as fuck, your divorce is going to be fine. I think a lot of it is stress honey.
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Ticci Toby angst headcanons
TW: Self harm, death, murder, stalking (?), arson
Toby has many self harm scars on his arms, but usually he covers them up by wearing hoodie or sweater
He also gets beaten by other proxies a lot which causes him to have mental breakdowns a lot, sometimes he gets in his apartment badly beaten up and just curses why did he have to end up having life like his one when he could be living like any other normal person
What causes him to have worst mental breakdowns is his past
Especially his poor sister Lyra
When he does get in that state of mind there are two option he does, first one is locking himself in his apartment and just having extreme mood swings and breaking stuff down, plates, pictures, everything
And the other option is he leaves the apartment and goes out to drink in bar just to forget about everything and come home in middle of night and pass out on bed till morning
Neither of them are good for poor Toby
Usually he isolates himself if he doesn't have to work and probably comes out only when its night when everyone else is sleeping though very rarely
Like I said I headcanon him to work as cashier to keep paying for his apartment, though he did have a lot problems getting a job, most of them didnt think he was good beacuse of his tics so they didnt gave him jobs
He isnt glad what he did to his dad nor what he does to the innocent people he kills
He feels bad beacuse he became monster
All beacuse of his bad life
He had few relationship but most of them were terrible, its either they think he is monster or they end up dead
He sometimes thinks that his life would be good if he just keep ignoring his dad until he moved out and if somehow he managed to save Lyra from dying *poor boy*
He still has nightmares from his family, and her dying
Usually after them he wakes up and spends night sitting on his bed
He tries to not burn something down, he keeps himself away from fire beacuse its bad for him and others
Someone get this boy therapist and love he needs it :/
Oof this was a bit hard one to write, hope you enjoyed my headcanons tho!
~Tina~
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Worthless - Part 17
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Content: mention of nightmares, implied past noncon, dehumanization, bit of fluff, former pet whumpee
If I missed any content warnings, please let me know
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Elliot couldn't sleep. He'd tried, of course, but the nightmares plaguing his sleep made it difficult to do so. He hadn't woken up screaming this time, but he still couldn't close his eyes without seeing images of his torment, his assault. Now, he was wide awake, flinching at every little sound. It was miserable. He was exhausted and he just wanted to sleep.
It wasn't long before morning rolled around. The sun shone through the gaps in his blinds, painting stripes of light across his walls. He could hear his teammates milling about, talking, preparing breakfast. As much as he wanted to join them, he just didn't have the energy. His eyes continued to slip shut, despite his efforts to stop them. His head lulled forward and he struggled to keep it up. Sleep was the only thing on his mind.
Elliot jerked when the door opened, startled by the sudden intrusion. He looked up at his smiling visitor with heavy-lidded eyes.
Lyra smiled. "Morning, sunshine. Everything okay?"
Elliot could hardly hear them, but he forced a nod anyway.
Lyra tilted their head to the left. "You sure? You look exhausted. Did you sleep well last night?"
His head lulled forward again and Lyra rushed to his side before he could topple to the floor. "Elliot!" Lyra put their hands on both of his shoulders and held him at arm's length. "Sunshine, why are you so tired? Did you get any sleep at all last night?"
Elliot forced a slow shake of his head. "T-Tired."
"You look tired. What happened? Why didn't you sleep?"
"N-Nightmare."
Lyra's expression softened. "Oh." They brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry, sunshine. I thought those were getting better."
Elliot fought to stay awake. "Th-They are, b-but s-sometimes they..." His eyelids threatened to slip shut but he snapped them back open. "They-They get b-bad again."
Lyra nodded in understanding. "So, was last night a bad one?"
Elliot nodded. "Mhm."
"Well, why don't you try to get some sleep now, then? I'll watch over you and I'll wake you up the second you start having a nightmare."
Elliot shook his head. "Don't w-wanna sleep. T-Too scared."
Lyra sighed. "Elliot, you're exhausted. You need sleep." Elliot shook his head again. Lyra pursed their lips and thought for a moment. If he was too afraid of his nightmare to sleep, perhaps distracting him will help him relax enough to try. "Why don't I give you some kind of distraction, then?" Elliot looked up at that and tilted his head to the side. "There's actually something I've been meaning to give you since I got back. I've just been waiting for the right time. Want me to go get it?"
Elliot considered their offer. A distraction would get his mind off of his haunting nightmare. Usually, the prospect of a gift would make him anxious, but he trusted Lyra enough that he was sure they'd gotten him something he'd really like.
He nodded and Lyra beamed. "Awesome! I'll just go get it, then!" With that, they were gone, leaving Elliot's creaking door wide open. Elliot stared out into the hallway and thought about what Lyra's gift could be. It was an odd feeling, trusting someone again, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It was just different.
When Lyra returned, they were holding a large, wrapped box with a bow of ribbon on the top. "I got this for you while I was away. I had the person at the store wrap it after I bought it, and everything." Lyra gently pushed it closer to Elliot. "I've been waiting to give it to you until I thought you needed a pick-me-up. Sure, there have been a few opportunities, but they didn't feel right. Anyway, go on, open it."
Elliot was skeptical, but it wasn't in his nature to turn down an order. He slowly began to rip the paper off and untie the bow, glancing at Lyra every once in a while to confirm he wasn't making a mistake. Once the wrapping paper was completely gone, all that sat in its place was a burgundy briefcase.
Confused, Elliot looked up at Lyra and tilted his head like a dog.
Lyra was beaming. "Open it," they urged.
Still cautious, Elliot did as he was told. The clasps pinched his fingers and he winced and opened the case. Inside were loads of art supplies, from colored pencils to charcoal to markers to paint and brushes. There was even a little drawing book in the middle of all of it.
Elliot repressed the urge to gasp as he took in everything.
"It's an art kit!" Lyra shouted, startling Elliot and making him jump. "Sorry. Anyway, I saw this in a store window while I was away and thought it might be something you'd enjoy. I know you haven't drawn in a while, but I was thinking that maybe this would help you get back into it." Elliot continued to marvel at all of his new supplies, completely silent. Lyra's smile faltered. "Um, I was also thinking that, if you were afraid to start, maybe we could draw something together. It could be just the two of us, or the whole team. It's up to you."
Elliot ran his fingers over a few of the supplies. He had forgotten what it felt like to draw and create. Words had always been hard for him, that's why drawing had always been so important to him. It was a way for him to communicate without words. He wondered if he'd even remember how to hold a pencil.
Lyra's smile faded. "You don't like it, do you." Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes wide as though he'd forgotten they were in the room. "It's okay, you don't have to use it if you don't like it."
"N-No!" Elliot exclaimed. Lyra started, shocked at the force behind the word. "I-I love it." Tears started to fill his eyes. "Th-Thank you, Lyra."
Lyra's smile slowly started to return. "Really? I'm so glad!"
Elliot nodded, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It's-It's j-just been so l-long since s-someone gave me such a n-nice gift. Th-Thank you."
Lyra reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ears. "Of course, sunshine. I would do anything for you, just to see you smile."
Elliot wanted to. He wanted to smile like he used to, like he knew his friends wanted him to, but he just couldn't. He just wasn't there yet, and it made him feel so incredibly guilty. He just hoped they didn't hate him for it.
Lyra jumped and gasped when her phone vibrated in her pocket. The sharp sound startled Elliot, but he relaxed when she pulled out her phone. "Sorry, sunshine. I didn't mean to startle..." She trailed off and her smile disappeared in an instant.
Anxiety began to churn in the pit of Elliot's stomach. His mind was racing with every possibility of what he could've done wrong, but he couldn't come up with anything. He thought he'd been good. "L-Lyra?"
Lyra looked up abruptly and forced the smile back onto their face. "Sorry, I just, um..." They glanced at their phone again. "I need to take care of something." They stood up and began to walk backwards in the direction of the door, never taking their eyes off of Elliot. "Feel free to...start drawing if you want."
Elliot glanced between his new art kit and his best friend. "Is-Is everything okay?
Lyra nodded as they reached for the doorknob. "Everything's fine. Nothing you need to worry about. I'll be back soon, I promise." With that, they shut the door behind them, leaving Elliot confused and anxiously staring at the door.
. . .
Lyra felt sick. Everything had been going so well! Elliot nearly smiled! He was happy! Then, in an instant, it was all ruined.
The second they left Elliot's room, they opened their phone again. They wished they had imagined what they'd seen, but they hadn't. On their phone were dozens upon dozens of pictures and videos, sent from an unknown number. Each one displayed Elliot in a humiliating or painful position. There wasn't a single one of them were he was fully clothed. The most he wore was a stained, torn shirt and a pair of dirty boxers, and then there were some where he wasn't wearing anything.
He looked like a skeleton. His ribs were pushing out from behind his pale skin. There were tears in his eyes and sometimes a gag or a muzzle around his mouth. In some of them, he wore a tight leather collar, while in others, he wore a shock collar. There was even a video of him crawling across the floor like a dog, being dragged around by a leash. There was another where Christian's off-screen voice was shouting dog commands at him and laughing.
There was no light or hope in his eyes in any of the pictures. He looked completely defeated and broken, like he didn't believe anyone cared about him.
The further Lyra scrolled, the more disturbing the images got. There were a few in which Elliot was completely naked and in such vulnerable and violating positions. There were some in which he was covered in dirt and blood and other bodily fluids that weren't his own. Lyra gagged. They'd known what had happened to him, but they could never have imagined what it looked like.
Beneath all of the photos and videos, there was a single text message that read:
It's been two years since I was kicked from the team. Just wanted to show you all what came of that decision ;) - CW
P. S. Send my regards to my little pet. I can't wait to see it again.
Lyra thought they were going to vomit. They read the message over and over again, desperate to understand why and how Christian had sent it.
"Lyra!" Karine's frantic voice shouted from the living room.
Lyra snapped out of their trance and followed the voice. Karine, Yvonne, Broderick, and Landon were all sitting there with horrified expressions on their faces. Their phones were open on their laps and Lyra could only assume that they had received the same message. Landon was scrolling through the photos on Broderick's phone while Yvonne was wrapped in the medic's arms. Karine looked absolutely furious.
Lyra's heart was pounding. "Did you get it too?"
Karine looked up at her and nodded. "You were with Elliot when we all received it. He didn't see anything, did he?"
Lyra shook their head. "I don't think so. He was distracted."
Karine sighed in relief and plopped back onto the couch. "Thank god."
Landon looked about ready to hurl Broderick's phone across the room. "That monster!"
Lyra shushed him. "Keep your voice down. Elliot is going to hear you."
Landon shook his head. "How could someone do this? Elliot is the most gentle person on the planet! How could someone treat him like this?" His knuckles were bone-white where he gripped the phone.
Broderick had tears in his eyes. "What are we gonna do, Karine?"
Karine was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure. This isn't a clear threat, so there's not much we can do."
"Not a clear threat?" Landon exclaimed. "I think it's pretty clear that he intends to come back for Elliot."
Lyra shushed him even harder this time. "Elliot can't know about this, Landon. Stop shouting."
Landon threw his hands into the air in irritation. "What else am I supposed to do? Have you looked at these pictures, Lyra?"
"Yes," Lyra answered instantly. "I looked at every single one and they made me sick. Hell, I still feel like vomiting, but letting Elliot know about this is only going to make things worse. He's been doing so well lately, and I don't want to see him regress, do you?"
Landon didn't answer. He handed Broderick his phone back and angrily folded his arms over his chest. "I should've killed that monster when I had the chance."
"Me too, Landon, but we can't change what he didn't do," Karine said. "If I had shot Christian when I first found out what he was doing to Elliot, none of this would've happened, but I didn't. So, I could blame myself for this, or I could help Elliot heal from the trauma he went through. Either way, it won't change what happened."
Yvonne wiped away her tears. "So, what should we do, Karine?"
Karine took a moment to consider their options. The rest of the team waited with bated breath to hear her answer. Eventually, she said, "I think we should tell Elliot."
Lyra's eyes widened. "Are you nuts? We're not telling him about this!"
"He has a right to know, Lyra."
"He's already mortified by what happened to him, Karine!" Lyra shouted. "How do you think he'll react when we tell him that we've seen evidence of what he went through?" No one had an answer.
Karine's shoulders heaved. "So, what do you think we should do, then, Lyra? Ignore this?"
"I don't know!" Lyra shouted. "I just..." They ran a hand down the side of their face. "I can't bear to see him get any worse, and I don't see anything good coming out of telling him."
"So, what's your plan, then?" Landon asked.
Lyra thought for a beat. "All of you, just delete the messages and block the number. I'll take care of this." Without allowing their teammates even a second to respond, Lyra turned and stormed in the direction of their room.
"Lyra!" Karine shouted after them, but they were already gone.
Lyra locked the door behind them, pulled out their phone, and pressed it to their ear. The incessant ringing only fueled Lyra's growing anxiety, but that quickly faded when a deep voice on the other end of the call said, "Hey, Lyra. What's up?"
Lyra didn't have time for pleasantries. "Hey, Gary. You told me to call if Christian ever tried to contact any of us? Well, there's something you should see."
. . .
Elliot almost didn't want to touch any of his new art supplies. They were all so perfect and pristine, the numerous colors arranged in a gorgeous rainbow, the blending pencils untouched by charcoal or graphite. The paint brushes were still soft and clean, and the erasers were still perfectly shaped.
He spent an unnecessarily long time admiring his new supplies, his mind overwhelmed with the possibilities of what he could create. He hadn't thought about drawing in over a year, but the prospect filled him with a sense of warmth he was no longer familiar with.
After a while of mindlessly admiring his supplies, Elliot eventually decided to start with a simple sketch. He chose a beautifully sharpened pencil and turned to the first clean page in the drawing book. He was elated just holding the pencil. Staring at the blank page, a million possibilities ran through his head. It gave him a headache, but he hardly noticed. For once, he didn't want to overthink things. So, he put the tip of the pencil to the clean, white paper and started to draw.
It was exhilarating. His hand moved across the paper, seemingly with a mind of its own. Who knew such a simple thing could cause so much joy? It wasn't the kind of joy he got from pleasing his superiors either. It was different, stronger. It made him feel almost...human. In fact, it was the first time in months that he truly felt like Elliot again.
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Sorry this chapter took so long! I've been really busy and haven't found much time to write. I don't love this chapter, but the next one is one that I'm very excited about😈
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dramione plot bunny:
Hermione's hands were cold as she grasped her wand tighter, the sound of her own footsteps fading as she ran to the nearest apparition site. Her mind repeated what Harry's patronus told her just barely even a minute ago.
"Hermione! Code silver! He's escaping! He's got a wand! He's out to get you! Find Ron and-" The message ended with sounds of spells being cast.
She could feel it. Her head could almost sense the ward of the topmost guarded prison cell in Azkaban breaking. What horrified her was that she was not even surprised. She knew it was only a matter of time.
Hermione apparated into her estate. She looked around the entire house where twenty-five high ranking Aurors were supposed to be stationed in case this exact scenario happened.
"Lyra!" she called out, willing her voice to stop shaking. "Lyra, where are you?"
Her entire world crumbled along the sound of someone apparating. She did not even have to look to know it was him, the darkest of magic emanating just by his presence.
"Well, well," his deep voice boomed making her shiver, "Been a long time, isn't it, Granger? Or, is it Madame Minister now?"
Hermione faced him and was finally confronted with an image straight out of her nightmares. He towered over her. His blond hair pushed back to reveal his face. His silver eyes were narrowed, deep and shrunken, looking at her as if she was his meal.
"Draco."
He laughed loudly, "We're long past introductions, sweetheart. I have been inside you after all."
Hermione bit back her response, not daring to provoke the dark wizard any further. But this was only until she saw a streak of curly blonde hair through her peripheral.
"Mummy!"
Hermione saw red. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and her sole thought was to protect her little daughter. She cast the first offensive spell and chaos ensued. She dueled Draco Malfoy, sending him the most fatal spells she knew and he cast them back with as much conviction.
She was able to pull Lyra aside merely seconds from getting hit by one of his nasty blood hexes. Hermione put herself in front of her daughter, shielding her from danger.
"Mummy," Lyra cried, hiding behind her mother and grabbing onto her skirt.
The hexes suddenly stopped.
"Is that... is it ours?" he asked, his face betrayed a look of curiosity.
Hermione only stepped back to hide Lyra further from him. It was strange, seeing her daughter's lovely features mirror the evil man before them.
"Granger." He was beginning to get furious. "Is that ours?"
"She's mine," she answered, holding Lyra's wrist so tight like she could vanish at any moment. "You have no right."
At that point, Hermione Granger was not just the Minister of Magic. She was a mother. Her sole focus was to protect her daughter from harm. She intended to kill.
She cast curses after curses, directed at the only intruder in the home she built for only two people. Nothing more.
He stopped firing hexes back, only casting defensive spells to shield himself from her attacks.
She was able to corner him. The Killing Curse was at the tip of her tongue but the sound of Lyra's crying voice pulled her back.
Draco Malfoy's face was blank. He threw one last look at her girl, then back to Hermione.
He disapparated, leaving a trail of black smoke with his absence; a promise that this would not be the last.
To be continued...
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