#can be read as full ghost or not because it’s corpse au
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accidentally deleted this post so now I have to make it again, I’m sorry.
For all Danny could remember, everything has been about the portal.
He missed his class recorder concert. He was supposed to have a solo, his parents were busy with the portal. He buried the stray cat he had been taking care of alone. Jazz was at a friend’s house, his parents were busy with the portal. He had to walk to the elementary school for his elementary graduation. Only Jazz showed up, his parents were busy with the portal. He ran away, got lost, and was picked up by Tucker’s mom. She was the only one who’d pick up the phone, his parents were busy with the portal. He saved up and sold almost all his collectables so he could go to space camp. He never got to go, his parents were busy with the portal.
It was always a constant in his life, but now, that constant was gone. The portal was finished, and it didn’t work.
He guessed he should be happy. He’d tried multiple times before to destroy the thing, but he’d always been either too small and weak to do any real damage, or got cold feet and chickened out at the last minute. But now that it was actually broken he wished it wasn’t.
It was much better barely ever seeing his parents, but them being happy when he did see them, than seeing them miserable.
The portal was important to them, they had spent most of their lives on it, they cared about it more than anything else in the world, and it didn’t work.
And maybe it was his fault.
He lay in bed staring at the glow in the dark star stickers plastered across his ceiling. It had been a long day, and an even longer night. He had plans to have Sam and Tucker over tomorrow, but he’d probably have to cancel. He really didn’t want them to see him like this.
It was 1:30 in the morning, his parents had left three hours after the portal failed, he didn’t know where they were, they hadn’t told them. Jazz had left an hour later to spend the night at Spike’s house. This left him all alone. This would usually be nice. No sounds of tinkering in the lab, no mumbles coming from Jazz in the next room reading whatever book she was currently obsessed with, perfect conditions for a good night’s sleep. But he couldn’t sleep.
He had just been lying there for hours, the only noise in the house being a faint electrical buzzing that he wasn’t even sure was real. The only thing he could think of was the portal. What if it had all been his fault.
He had tried to destroy it, what if he had succeeded?
He lifted his blanket up and off of him and stood up. He walked through the hallway and down the stairs, careful not to step on any of the squeaky steps, despite the lack of anyone else in the house. He leapt over the small uncovered part of the hardwood floor, ran on his toes across the carpet of the living room over to the basement steps, then froze.
What if he had destroyed what his parents loved most?
He almost didn’t want to know. Almost wanted to run back upstairs, get back under the covers, and not tell anyone. Ever.
But he needed to know. He needed proof that it wasn’t him. He needed something else to be the reason. He couldn’t live with himself if it was his fault.
He stepped down the stairs to the lab. The concrete floor was cold, he walked on his tiptoes to avoid it. He walked past scrap metal and wires haphazardly thrown across the floor. His mom did that. She was angry and had almost ripped apart everything on the tables. He walked past a large dent in the wall. His dad did that. It was terrifying. He had never seen his dad hit something before.
He ripped his attention away from the chaos of the room and focused it on the portal. It seemed almost menacing. Cold metal gleaming in the dim light, almost like a blade. He walked closer to it. He had cut a few wires inside it last month in a desperate attempt for some attention, he couldn’t see them from here, he’d have to get closer.
He ran over to the jumpsuit rack and grabbed his. He carefully put it on over his shorts and t-shirt and ripped a sticker of his dad’s face off the front. His dad had probably added the sticker recently, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He was honestly surprised it still fit, he hadn’t worn it since the seventh grade, but it had been a bit baggy then.
He crept closer to the portal and examined the outside. Everything there seemed to be in order, then took a deep breath, and went in.
It was dark. Not too dark he couldn’t see clearly, but it would get darker the further he got. He couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding in on something he shouldn’t. This wasn’t his place, he didn’t belong, but he needed to know. He got to the middle of the portal and stopped. There was a large panel missing. His mom said that it wasn’t needed, they could put it on later after they tested it out. There were tons of wires, he put his gloved hand in and moved them around, looking for the wire he had cut.
Maybe it wasn’t even in this area. Maybe they had fixed it, maybe they had seen the wire and replaced it, but he had to be sure.
Suddenly he saw it, the cut wire. He could fix this. He just needed to fix this.
He ran out of the portal and opened every drawer and cabinet he could find until he found some duct tape. He just had to tape the wire back together and everything would be fixed. His parents would be happy. He ripped a large piece of the tape off with his teeth, ran back into the portal and found the wire again. He reached down to the bottom of the hole in the portal wall and searched until he found the other side of the wire.
He could fix this, he could be helpful to his parents for once and make them happy. And once he told them how he fixed it they’d love him so much for it.
He quickly put the tape on one end of the wire, added the other end, and wrapped it around. Now he just had to plug it in.
The end of the tunnel started to light up, everything around him started to crackle with electricity, a dull whirring noise kept getting louder and louder, and something in his head screamed at him to run.
The portal had never been unplugged.
He dropped the wire and ran towards the opening, he was almost there, he was going to make it. But then the green light turned blinding, all he could feel was pain. He screamed, and everything stopped.
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The first thing that came back was his hearing. He could hear a faint electrical buzzing, like the sound of a dying lightbulb, or LED lights. Faint enough that most people wouldn’t notice it, but present enough that it was inescapable. There was also this deep rumbling hum. The closest thing he could compare it to would be the noise whales make, but that wasn’t quite it.
Then taste and smell came back. His mouth tasted different somehow, like the aftertaste of lemonade, or maybe one of those cherry limeade sodas. But metallic, like he had licked a battery. His surroundings also had that same citrusy metallic smell.
Then his feeling came back. His body ached with pain, but somehow it felt as if it was both there and not at the same time. His face was pressed against a cold, hard, rough, surface. He tried to move, but it was like he was paralyzed. A strange crackling filled the air, it felt like the static electricity he used to make by rubbing his stuffed animals against his hair, blankets and pajamas just to see the sparks. He used to think that he was generating more electricity for the house when he did that.
Then came sight. He went from seeing nothing, to seeing black. Every so often a green light pulsed behind his eyelids. He didn’t know what it was, didn’t know what it could be. Then slowly, he regained the ability to move.
At first he could only move his eyelids and fingers. The only thing he could see was the concrete floor lit by a faint green glow, but not long after, he was able to shakily lift himself up onto his knees. He looked around, he was in the lab. He remembered, the portal hadn’t worked. He had gone down to fix it and, he turned his head around for the first time since he had woken up to face the swirling green vortex. It had turned on. He had fixed it. He had been helpful.
He quickly scrambled to his feet to walk over to it. It was working, just like it was supposed to from the start. He had fixed everything. His parents would be so happy, everything was better now, everything was-
He looked down to the floor. There was an arm poking out of the portal, it looked like his arm, but that wasn’t possible, he was right here.
He looked down at his arm. It was different than he remembered. His glove was white, and the suit was black. He remembers it being the other way around. He looked down, his boots were also white, why were they white? Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
He looked back to the arm poking out of the portal. Something was telling him to leave it alone, to pretend it didn’t exist, but he needed to know what was going on. He knelt down on the floor, grabbed the wrist, pulled, and immediately dropped it and scrambled away when a charred face emerged from the portal. It was a corpse, there was a corpse in his parents’ lab wearing Fenton gear. He wanted to throw up, but there wasn’t anything in his stomach.
Why was there a dead body here? Did his parents kill someone and leave their body in the portal? No that wouldn’t make sense, he had been in the portal and he hadn’t seen it.
He had been in the portal. And that was his hazmat suit.
He slowly walked towards the portal, trying not to directly look at the charred flaking skin of the corpse’s face, and hesitantly grabbed its wrist again to pull it completely out of the portal.
It was the same size as him. Same suit, same boots, it was him, but if that was him, who was he?
He hesitantly walked over to the lab bathroom and tried to turn on the lights, but they didn’t work. The power must be out, but somehow he could see without them. He turned to look in the mirror and froze. It was his face, it was unmistakably his face, but it was different. His hair was white, his skin was purple, his eyes and freckles were glowing green, the same green as the portal. And he had fangs. He looked like a monster, like one of those ghosts his parents would tell stories about.
A ghost. He was dead, wasn’t he?
He couldn’t be a ghost, his parents hated ghosts. If they found out they’d destroy him, or worse, cut him open on an examination table.
He had to leave. He could just pretend that he hadn’t come back, he was dead and that was the end of it. He couldn’t let anyone know.
But if Jazz found out he was dead she’d be heartbroken. She’d blame herself.
He hesitantly walked back over to the body, trying desperately to not look at its open unseeing eyes. He needed to get rid of it. He couldn’t bury it in the yard, they’d find it, and the woods were too far away. He didn’t want to drag this thing around town just to hide it, people would see. He didn't even want to have to drag it out of the lab. Just the thought of touching it again made his skin crawl.
But what if he didn’t have to move it out of the lab. It was already right in front of the perfect hiding spot, all he needed to do was push it back in. He grabbed a broom from the corner of the room and used it to push the corpse back in. Slowly, bit by bit, the body disappeared. Suddenly, the force he was pushing against vanished completely, like it had fallen off of a ledge.
He dropped the broom, and walked up the stairs, trudged across the living room carpet, hesitated before walking across the uncarpeted hardwood floor, and pulled himself up the stairs. He entered his room, grabbed a few essentials, stuffed them in the big duffel bag he kept under his bed, put his phone in his pocket, and walked back downstairs.
His mind was blank as he left through the front door, he didn’t think about where he was going, he just went. After a while he found himself at Tucker’s house. He didn’t mean to come here. He debated on whether or not to talk to him, but decided against it. He didn’t want one of his best friends to see him like this. He looked like a monster.
He kept walking until he reached the forest near the edge of town. He decided to take a break from walking and sit down. What would everyone think when they came home and he wasn’t there? Who would notice first? Would they try to call him? Would they look for him? Would he ever be able to see them again? He wanted to talk to them, he wanted to see them, he didn’t want to leave.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his dad’s number. His mom almost never had her phone on her, but his Dad always did. It rang five times before it went to voicemail. His breathing became uneven. He hung up, and dialed again, it rang five more times before it went to voicemail. He was starting to shake now, why was he shaking? He hung up and dialed again. It went straight to voicemail. His Dad didn’t want to talk to him. Did he do something wrong? Was he angry with him?
He dialed his mom’s number, just in case she had her phone on her, it rang five times before going to voicemail. He hung up and dialed again, it went to voicemail after three rings.
She had declined the call. She hadn’t just turned off the phone, she saw he was calling her and declined it.
Why weren’t they picking up? Had they figured out what he had done? Did they know about the cut wire? Did they hate him for it?
But he had fixed it, he had been helpful, if they would just pick up the phone, he could tell them, and they’d be happy.
He dialed his mom’s number again. It rang and went to voicemail. He dialed again. It rang and went to voicemail. He dialed again. It went straight to voicemail. She had shut off her phone.
They didn’t want to hear from him. He couldn’t tell them, he couldn’t fix it.
Drops of glowing green liquid fell onto his phone and hands. He reached a hand up to feel his face, he was crying. He didn’t know what else to do. He needed to talk to his parents, he needed to hear their voices one last time, he needed-
Jazz! Jazz always picked up the phone. She wouldn’t ignore him. He shakily dialed Jazz’s number and held the phone up to his ear. It rang once, twice, three times, four, five, then went to voicemail. He hung up.
His breathing started to hitch, his eyes watered up more than they had in years. He started to hiccup out sobs. He dropped his phone and covered his mouth to try and stop it, he tried to stop it but he couldn’t.
His phone rang.
He scrambled to pick up the phone and answered it before looking at the caller id.
“Danny, what’s going on, are you okay? Sorry, I was asleep when the phone started ringing, and then it took me a bit to find it.”
He didn’t answer, the sobs were getting in the way.
“Danny? Are you okay?”
She sounded really worried.
He forced his voice to work. “Jazz, I fixed it.”
“What? Danny, what did you fix, what’s going on?”
He took a deep breath to calm his voice. “Please, Tell Mom and Dad that I fixed it, they don’t have to be angry at me anymore.”
There was a pause, like Jazz was trying to think of what to say. After a few seconds, she spoke, voice calm and soothing. “Danny, Mom and Dad aren’t angry at you, they’re just upset because the portal-”
“I was the reason it didn’t work, Jazz! I cut the wire, I ruined it, but it’s fixed now. Please don’t be angry at me.” His voice broke halfway through his exclamation.
Another pause. “Danny, I’m coming home right now.”
He started to panic, she couldn’t go home, she’d hang up once she started driving, she always did. “No, you don’t have to-”
“Yes I do.” She cut him off. “You’re obviously distressed and need help, I’m in the car right now, I’ll see you in five minutes.”
“Please don’t hang up.” He blurted out.
“Why?”
“I,” He thought for an excuse before just deciding to tell the truth. “I just want to talk to you.”
A pause, shorter than the others. “Okay.”
“What did you do at Spike’s house?”
If she heard the waver in his voice, she didn’t mention it. “We watched Legally Blonde and ate popcorn.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Yeah, it was. Spike almost choked on a twizzler, I had to do the Heimlich maneuver on them.”
He sat there listening to every little insignificant detail like it was the most important thing in the world. How the movie was, how there was an entirely different meal made for her due to her food allergies, how the pullout couch Spike’s room had a squeaky spring. After all, this was probably the last time he’d ever hear her again.
“I’m almost home, Danny.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Danny, what’s going on?” Danny could hear the panic radiating off of her. He almost wanted to tell her everything, but nobody could know.
“I, I had to leave.”
“What do you mean you had to leave?” She sounded like she was about to have a panic attack.
“I’m sorry. Goodbye.”
“Danny wai-”
He hung up.
He just felt blank for a bit, like he was frozen. This was it. He was never going to see them again. All because of one stupid mistake, he’d be alone. Would his parents look for him once they noticed he was gone? Would they care?
He didn’t want them to be upset, he didn’t want to hurt them, but he wanted them to be sad he was gone. He wanted them to care enough to look for him, but some part of his mind told him that they probably wouldn’t.
The tears started up again, he didn’t try to stop them.
He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted to have to run away, to never be able to see his friends or family again, he never wanted to die.
He wished he was human again.
He jumped up as a spark of light appeared at his midsection, then another, then he was fully enveloped in a bright blinding light. He tried to run away from whatever was causing it, but he tripped over a root, then it disappeared.
He couldn’t see much clearly. A large green film covered everything, and when he closed his eyes the film turned purple. Like he had stared at the sun for too long. He propped himself up and waited for a few minutes for the film to go away. The rocks underneath his hand were sharp, so he lifted it.
Weren’t his hands supposed to be covered with gloves? He looked at his hand, but it was too dark to see more than the outline. He could use his phone as a light, he reached for his pocket, but it wasn’t there. He wasn’t wearing the jumpsuit anymore, instead he was wearing pajama shorts and an old t-shirt. Exactly what he had been wearing before he put on the jumpsuit.
He wasn’t glowing anymore.
He felt his teeth, one canine was longer and sharper than the other, but that was normal. They were nowhere near how sharp they had been earlier. He looked at his hand, trying to see if it was purple or not, but he still couldn’t quite see it. He looked around for a light source, any light source. There was probably a streetlight somewhere, he just had to get to the road. He grabbed his bag and started running. The rocks and pinecones at the forest floor hurt his feet, but he ignored it. He got to the road and ran until he saw a streetlight. He stood underneath it and looked at his hand.
It was human.
He was human.
He needed to go home.
He started running towards Fentonworks as fast as he could, he could barely feel his feet touch the ground, it was almost like he was flying, but he couldn’t focus on that. He could stay, he wasn’t going to be hunted down, he was human, he could forget any of this happened and stay living with his family. He just had to get home.
He got to the door sooner than he expected, he reached for the handle, then froze. He could hear some faint talking. It sounded like Jazz. Who was she talking to? Were Mom and Dad home?
“Yes, he’s kind of short, around 5 foot 3, black hair, tan skin, yes, blue eyes, they’re pretty big.”
He opened the door and walked in, Jazz was on the phone, she sounded really worried, almost like she was about to cry.
“No I don’t know what he was last wearing, but most of his shirts are space themed.”
He slowly closed the door and walked over to Jazz, tapping her on the shoulder.
“No, I’m not sure where he’d be, you could check the-” She turned around then dropped the phone immediately after seeing him and scooped him up off the ground in a bone crushing hug.
“Oh my god, Danny!” She set him down and gave him a look over. “Are you okay? Are you hurt, did something happen?”
“No, I’m fine.” He assured her. He wasn’t sure if that was right, he didn’t feel fine, but he felt so bad about making her so worried.
“Are you sure? You seemed really distressed in that phone call. I was really…” she trailed off for a second. “Please don’t do that again.”
“Okay.”
She gave him another look over before wrapping her arms around him in another hug. He hesitated a second before hugging her back. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
#danny phantom#fanfic#the portal accident#Corpse au#can be read as full ghost or not because it’s corpse au
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Hi, Halfa!
What are your thoughts on the Corpse AU? And how would Danny's friends or the Batfam, if he was adopted, react to that?
Hi, Anony!! :D
Corpse AUs are so fascinating to me; I don't know if I'd ever be able to write one but I love to read them. @five-rivers' (Marsalias) Exhumed series is one of my favorites. The quiet horror that can so easily grow into a huge, messy reveal itches a very niche part of my brain.
WARNING: FROM THIS POINT FORWARD WE WILL BE DISCUSSING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (Danny's), CORPSES, AND BODY HORROR FREQUENTLY. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING.
Marsalias' version of the Corpse AU has it where Danny only shed one body, the one he lost in the portal. But I've seen other versions where, with every transformation, he sheds a body and then grows another when he transforms back. Which means that Danny frequently needs to hide his corpses in the woods or around town.
Obviously that shoots up the chance of an identity reveal, which- if that's not the point of your fic- can make things complicated. If you included Wes into this world as well that further antagonizes his character because that implies he's essentially watched Danny die and he still thinks it's a good idea to prove Danny is Phantom??? But that's a whole other story.
I'll likely never do a full-blown Corpse AU but I will admit that there is some canon proof that it's a possible thing. In "Splitting Images" we see Sidney Poindexter taking over Danny's body; it's played off as overshadowing but since Danny loses control of his body that directly implies that he and his body are not attached, so to speak.
I enjoy the Astral Projection concept that kinda goes along with that idea, but that's a story for another day.
At the same time, my favorite part of this AU is how it showcases Danny's regenerative abilities. I've made a random mention of it in my fic- Gold, Mine- that Danny can grow himself another 'meat suit'. Or, so long as he has his core, he can recreate flesh and bone. It also means that Danny's halfa status isn't at all dependent on having a living body... because he'll just make himself another one. That does mean that Danny will likely never 'completely die' and come back as a full-ghost. He is quite literally stuck as a halfa forever.
A Corpse AU would probably make the Accident a thousand times more traumatic for Tucker and Sam because they practically relive Danny's death every time he transforms. They have physical evidence of his death and they probably are busy hiding his body while he goes off to fight the ghost of the week. If this is a scenario where he can go back into his body afterwards, then that's probably much easier on their sanity. But if this is a situation where he doesn't... this is why things go badly very fast lol
As for the Batfam... I think it would fuck a good number of them up considering how many members they've lost and gotten back. Even just for Jason they probably have this reoccurring fear that he's going to go one day and not come back and be gone for good and that does things to a person. And then here you have Danny who essentially sheds a body and then possessing it when his soul is done astral projecting, and sometimes you have to wonder... "what happens if he can't come back this time?"
I can see many people begging Danny not to transform into Phantom. Not because his ghostly side scares them but they don't want to lose him. But even as a ghost they won't really lose him, right?
...Right?
Trauma Central, folks.
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Hey, Lexx! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜
LEXIE THIS IS SO CUTE!
Okay I couldn't narrow it down so I'm adding a 6th fic akjnsdfksjnd. So here's my top 6 fics with some commentary because I'm extra af:
1: Everything Was White: After being accidentally revealed to the public and taken away by the government, Danny deals with the aftermath of his time with the GIW.
Yeah, this won't come as a surprise to many. This VERY angsty longfic sorta marked a turning point for me where I started taking writing more seriously, really looking at plot structures, doing research, interacting with other writers. I went into this with "I'll just do a twoshot cuz I suck and I'm not capable of writing much more," and seeing how far I've come in skill and confidence has honestly kept me totally enamored with this fic. I love that I can see my improvement as the fic's gone on. I've gone back and cleaned up the early chapters, and I can still see a distinct difference. Makes me very happy!
2: Morge: It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming...a corpse was found in the woods.
This was my first Invisobang fic and also my first (and only? so far?) Outsider POV fic. I loved exploring the perspectives of Amity Park and Phantom from somewhat regular people who don't know much about ghosts. And, of course, writing Danny slowly losing it as the fic went on was a great bonus!
3: Transformation Troubles: A hit from one of Skulker's weapons leaves Danny temporarily unable to transform out of his ghost form. Unfortunately for him, he still has classes to attend.
This fic is just a vibe, honestly. It's a "guilty pleasure" category of DP fics that are few and far between (glitching powers, still has to go to class) but I absolutely inhale any chance I get to read one. College AU, post-reveal MY BELOVED real tea y'all. This basically came from me wanting a niche thing and going, "Fine, I'll write it myself!!"
4: and then he woke up: In his dreams, he woke up in his cell again.
This oneshot is similar to EWW where it's my take on what a realistic GIW recovery might look like. Aka, Danny Has A Bad Time. It's a very sad hurt/comfort fic, but I think it also represents a "level up" in my descriptions and pacing that I've been trying to employ more in recent fics.
5: Black and White Roses: When he died, he didn't get a memorial service. He didn't get the vigil, the flowers, the headstone. In fact, no one even found his body.
Dude idk man I just really love Valerie and Phantom's dynamic. Also, thought it'd be really interesting to write a full ghost AU fic, which it was, because as I was writing it I realized like hey, he'd have a corpse, and corpses are kinda freaky aren't they? Like how would you react if ur ghost friend was like "Hey yeah my corpse is over there." That'd be fucking nuts.
6: Birthmark: “No, it’s…” He trailed off, rubbing a hand over his face. His eyebrows were pinched and he looked almost sick. When he finally spoke, his voice was small. “They’re not tattoos.”
Lichtenberg HC my beloveddddd seriously I love it so much I am SO normal about it. That and Phantom and Valerie becoming friends fics. Literally so fucking normal guys. Just trust me bro.
Yeah 5 and 6 are so similar so I couldn't pick between them hahaha. But this is my current top fave fics!
I'm also REALLY excited to release all the stuff that I've been working on the past year this fall. Not tryna gas myself up here but I've been sitting on so much stuff since last NaNo and I'm just ahhhhh!
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so I know I said I was taking a break from writing but I edited the first chapter of my last life au and I decided everyone needed to be subjected to it. so here’s a snippet of my fic! now with added pain!
————————— read the full thing on ao3!
Grian won alone.
He doesn’t feel like a winner.
He doesn’t even want that title.
The guilt is eating at him. Why? Why is he the one that survived? The point of all of this was so that Scar could win! That’s why Grian stayed with him!
(He won’t admit to himself that there’s more to it than that. He won’t admit to himself that somewhere along the way his feelings changed. No longer was he staying by Scar’s side out of guilt or obligation. Without Grian even noticing, Scar grew on him. Scar broke through his walls with his ridiculous yet charming nature, and Grian found himself wanting to stay with Scar because he wanted to see him win. Because somehow, somewhere, Grian’s heart had been swayed and stolen. Somewhere, he had fallen in love.)
For a moment, he’s angry. He’s angry at the blood lusting ghosts for demanding a final fight. He’s angry at Scar for letting him win, for making him win. Frustrated, bitter words lay on his tongue as he turns around to admonish the man, emotions getting the better of him.
Only to turn and be met with his corpse. Blood pools around Scar’s body, bruises littering his face and chest. Grian had been throwing punches wildly.
His stomach lurches, and he covers his mouth again. Copper fills his nostrils, heavy and thick. “Oh… I don’t feel good,” he mumbles, but there’s no one around to hear him.
There’s something that eats at him, that takes one look at Scar’s dying body and deems it wrong. Grian feels as if he’s going to drown in the feeling, and in the smell of copper. It clings to his nose, fills his mouth until it is all he can taste. His hands twitch with the need to make it better. To create a better sight. For Scar or his guilt, he doesn’t know. But he wants, he needs something to settle the feeling clawing at his chest.
With near desperate movements, Grian’s hand dives into his pocket. His fingers curl around something soft and silk like and when he puts his hand in front of his face, six little petals sit in the palm of his hand. Four petals of poppies, and two lilac. These are the only remains of the flowers Scar had given him, found in the rubble of their home atop the hill.
He gulps at the sight of them, vision blurring with tears as he fights them back. He doesn’t deserve it. Even as memories fill his head, and a shy voice is whispered by the wind, “Can we still be friends?”
Looking back at Scar, Grian walks over to him. With more and more tears filling his eyes, and as guilt bites at his chest like a rabid animal, Grian squats down beside his partner. He gently sets the petals over his chest, pressing his hand against Scar’s rapidly cooling skin.
He keeps it there for a moment, if only to feel Scar’s skin against his one last time.
Grian forces himself to tear his hand away shortly after, standing up. He stares down at the petals on Scar’s chest, wishing he’d see it expand with air again.
It doesn’t. The petals don’t move. They’ll be blown away with the wind eventually.
He tears his gaze away, instead surveying the desert around him. His blood is rushing in his ears, making it hard to hear. His head swims as he stands still, looking over at the rivers of lava throughout the desert.
Grian’s eyes settle on the cliff face.
This desert isn’t a home anymore. It’s vacant, empty. Pointless. His home doesn’t exist, not without Scar.
He walks toward the cliff.
“Scar, I’m so sorry!”
“I’m sorry too!”
The desert is unfamiliar, morphing and twisting into something dark and unwelcoming. It has become a monster of Grian’s own creation. It has become something that Grian has ripped apart with his own two hands. Something that once brought him warmth is now cold and barren. The desert is a shadow, a weak imitation of what it once was.
He stands on the ledge.
He wonders what was going through Scar’s mind during all of this. What was he thinking? Does he hate Grian for being the one to survive? Is he at peace, having been the one to die? Does he hate Grian for killing him? Does he hate Grian for ruining their home? Or is he happy with the way that things have gone? Grian supposes he’ll never get to know.
He shuts his eyes and jumps. A breeze sweeps through. The petals on Scar’s body are swooped up with the air.
#mochi writes#last life au#scarian#third life#desert duo#trafficshipping#if you saw the first version of this post no you didn’t <3
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wip titles meme
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Tagged by @crimsonrainseekingflower! 💕💕💕
Thank you for the welcome surprise—another one I finally discovered once I looked at my notifications and stuff! Fortunately this time I’m remembering to make my own post haha. 😆
I hope you don’t mind if I also divide by fandom, and these only vaguely include a couple art wips!:
SVSSS:
Grave Matters
Cinderella III: A Twist in Time AU!?
Just a Dream (is this unfortunately a lame-ass title 😔)
Haunting You
Singles’ Day
TLJ/ZZL/LBH/SXY ADDAMS FAMILY AU??????????
Bingqiu White Snake (animated movie) AU
Waiting for the Tree Branches to Bloom Again
Safe from the Storm
I See in Both Your Eyes (Something Indigo)
AU: The Lion King II??
Family Meal Goes “Wrong”
TLJ’s Lament
LBH²
狗哥狗哥，你真了不得 (Gou-ge, Gou-ge…)
Slavic Vampires…
CNY Dumplings Competition
Enchanted (because we’re doing this now, I guess)
Limb Regeneration What If?? 🤔
Of Costumes and Candies (Something Orange)
Something Old, Something New, and… (Something Blue)
SV OTGW AU
I Ship My Rival x Me AU
I Have to be a Great Villain AU
Happiness Just Out of Reach
Lost and Found
Words to Heart
Breathing Smoke Into the Lungs
HORRIBLE NEW IDEA: Maybe title: Just Enough. Just Enough for Me
Love Letters (that’s all I got so far *insert deepfried emote here*)
Daycare AU???
Hmmm. Prince x Princess AU?
Xi Yang Yang AU
Gongzhu
Followers Milestone Celebration
Teacup scene
I Think My Uncle Ships Us Help
Unattainable
I’d Like to Try Staying Awake (for You)
Breaking the System (aka Fuck the System? Literally or—jk jk lmfao)
Bonuses include the latest chapters for I’d Rather Spend My Whole Life Asleep (With You) and To Tame a Beast, except the former doesn’t have a wip title. The latter does in the sense that the chapter title is Pixiu!
Erha:
Putting the Musing in Amusement Park
This Venerable One Will Not Be Outdone
What You Left Behind/Do You Also Miss Me?
[The] Romance of Wolf/Husky and Haitang
Ghost Bride (Corpse Bride but Chinese?? And Reincarnation)
Reconciliation
Fifteen Growing Up Flirty
Out of the Closet (and Into Your Arms)?
The Prince and the Pauper (but based on The Princess and the Pauper because I’m a criminal who hasn’t read the original 😂)
Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng but with an Erha Twist
TW WARNING FOR THIS ONE but Passive suicide ideation fic
IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CWN’S BDAY… GOD SOMEONE SEND HELP GFGKDFHGKSDFHG (this one has a more polished but still wip version titled CWN Birthday Fic: Past, Present, or Future, I Want to Celebrate With You 😆)
Jiaoren CWN
Priest CWN & demon MR…hehehe (now a Dianran AU?)
More Than Just Puppy Love
Flower Shop…Redemption…Thingy?
From Wanton Wants to Wonton Wonders
A Taste of What Could Have Been
Screwdriver
First Bow to Heaven and Earth
Hidden Love AU
Mo Ran pulls a Bing-ge
Mind(-Reading) Games
Stone Lion
Swallowed Flowers
Confessions (Role-Swap AU)
TXJ Week (help we’re way past that now 😔): De-Aged Fic
A Tear in My Heart aka Read You Like an Open Book aka To Leave a Piece/Page of Me in the Nooks and Crannies of You?
Shi Mei Jiaoren Fic: [I’m] Afraid to Live Without Breathing
I also have a lot of Erha and SVSSS fic ideas that are unfortunately just blurbs in my ideas document right now and not full-on wips so they don’t have any titles I can share. 😔
Misc:
First Times, Second Chances, and Third Time’s the Charm…s (?) (Link Click)
Missing a You of Another Time (Link Click)
Danmei, xianxia-esque story (Link Click)
Suriel/Sariel
Call of the Wolves (specifically chapter 78)
Chuju the Chou
Papillon and Akuma’s Story
Papillon and Akuma Role Reversal AU Story
Circinus and Pyxis
Smoke & Mirrors
Dimension Hoppers
Take Me Back to Hell (All Saints Street)
I’ll Love You Until All the Stars Fall from the Sky (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei?)
Fengxi like Shade in Firewing (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)
Mafia AU Xuanli x Laojun (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)
Continuation of Falling for You (White Cat Legend)
How Could I Ever Ask You to Love Me? (White Cat Legend)
My Shadow It Follows Me
The Us of the Present Could Perhaps Be Just as Tender as the Us of the Past (Scissor Seven)
A Conversation With a Dead Man (MDZS)
Magical Girl AU (MDZS)
Xue Yang’s Regrets (MDZS)
Ao Bing and Nezha in a shoujo high school AU… That’s it. That’s the whole idea (Nezha 2019)
Surprising the Un-Surprise-Able (I Have to be a Great Villain)
Xianxia AU (Kiss the Abyss)
Breathing New Life (Kiss the Abyss)
I Will Chase You to the Ends of Time and Space (Kiss the Abyss)
A Family Outing (Beryl and Sapphire)
Just Some Gay Little Dudes (Beryl and Sapphire)
Steven Universe AU (Beryl and Sapphire)
Something as Sweet as You (I Ship My Adversary x Me)
A Present to be Cherished (I Ship My Adversary x Me)
I Ship My Adversary x Me and 严禁造谣 Crossover? AU Swap?
Additional misc wips I haven’t touched in forever are the latest chapters for The World Doesn’t Deserve You (MDZS) and Frostbite (All Saints Street). 😅
And as a bonus, these aren’t at all “official” yet but the more I read for some manhua the more I’m tempted to write fics for them… For example, a fic for Blemishing the Contaminated or My Lovely Troublemaker season 2 would be so cute, even if I don’t exactly have any clear or obvious ideas for them. 🥺
Phew, wow. I had way more wips than I expected AKFJSKFHSJS. Some are honestly just super half-baked documents tucked away in a folder with only a title and outline, but I hope something here was of interest to you guys. 😆💖
As for tagging…
I also don’t think I’m capable of tagging as many people as I have wips otl. So I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag just a few of you!
@ezrathesplit @levia-kun @yumichanhamano @softdekus @rongzhi @azunshi
(Of course, if you would rather not, feel free not to do this!)
#kuku rambles#kuku88#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#svsss#erha#2ha#scum villain’s self-saving system#人渣反派自救系统#the dumb husky and his white cat shizun#erha he ta de bai mao shizun#bingqiu#ranwan#and a bunch of other ships 😆#beryl and sapphire#kiss the abyss#I ship my rival x me#I ship my adversary x me#我磕了对家x我的cp#I have to be a great villain#严禁造谣#link click#shiguang daili ren#时光代理人
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I love your fnaf stuff so much! And I'm very sorry if you've already covered most of this, but like- any more details on Michael post-scooping? Idc whether that be how to fits in publicly (if even possibly lol), relationships he builds, his mentality, or just important events you planned for him after the scooping! Idc if it's even an AU you have, I just love how you write Michael and would love to hear more of anything! :)
cracks my fucking knuckles oh BABEY ok this is going under a read more because i know damn well this is gonna be multiple paragraphs long. Ty anon, michael afton is my favourite topic ever
Okay so, something important to note here is that even if I choose to ignore all of Dittophobia, my au still does have Sister Location occurring after FNAF 1 - Specifically late December, so like. A month after fnaf 1. It ALSO coincides with the fnaf 3 minigames that lead up to William's death. That's a longass discussion all in itself tho so I'll probably make a follow up post on that if requested
But! Post-Scoop Mike! During the time period of Ennard inhabiting his body he was essentially unconscious for the entire ordeal. Like. Yknow how majority of the ghosts are kinda lacking some level of awareness while in the suits? Yeah. Michael doesn't really remember it, but he still remembers the time passing, so it's not just. Like. Dying on the scooping room floor, then BAM! Alive on the sidewalk. It's sorta like. Yknow those movie/show/game cutscenes where everything's vague and blurry and slow-motion and the audio is funky. Like that
When he DID get his body back, for a few minutes it was sorta like. He was back to full awareness. Noticed he could see things, and that his limbs felt heavy, and that he could hear a mix of ringing and the "You won't die" line and flies buzzing around him. The sunlight felt too bright. You know when you take one of those naps that severely fucks you up, and because of that you wake up half-numb, dizzy, and disoriented? Now imagine that but a million times worse. He's in pain everywhere, his senses are readjusting, he knows he shouldn't be able to see or hear or speak but he can do those things anyway. And he can tell that despite it being a bright, sunny day, no one's coming to his aid. So he forces himself up and painfully stumbles home.
Now, well my timeline of events between SL and 3 is a bit vague, I do have the important stuff down. He gets home, and despite not having been allowed to contact his mom since late '86 (this is important and relevant guys i prommy) and having been told she was dead, he called her anyway. Long story short, one phone call later and also lots of general, messy emotional stuff, Michael. Left the state of Utah as a whole and went and lived with his mom over in California. Because of the whole being dead thing, he did kinda unfortunately sever ties with Jeremy and Henry (aka the only two living people left he even spoke to, besides William but he's a week dead by now), but like. He wasn't really sure how he could approach those situations. A guy who's lost a bunch of cognitive and motor abilities, and a man who fell into a deep depression after his daughter's death. Michael kinda saw telling them as like. I dont really have the word for it, but he saw abandonment as the better option. Figured it'd hurt them less
When it came to fitting into public, it was essentially the same as how he blends in during fnaf 6, just with MUCH darker clothes. He likely did hide away for a while, refusing to go outside, but started slowly readjusting. He didn’t make any bonds while there (unless his mom’s adoptive parents count), mostly keeping to himself. He worked, but it was always nightshift jobs where no one else would be around.
Luckily, his hygiene has gotten MUCH better! Due to being a rotten corpse, he tends to start smelling bad and being a general safety hazard rather quickly, so typically he’ll do a thorough shower in the morning, and then another quick shower at night, just to be safe. And also he wears perfume, to avoid a smell building up. Just to be safe.
About 10 years (ish. I picked a general number so I didn’t have to pinpoint exact timing) into his 30 year disappearance, his mom does unfortunately pass. Lung cancer, turns out smoking a shit ton out of grief is a bad idea. Better than the murders, probably. It was very much so a rough time for Mike, given being in and out of a hospital (bad memories from Evan’s death and Jeremy’s near-death kept him in a constant state of anxiety during this time, not to mention those events already made him plenty anxious, paranoid, and overall jumpy when in hospitals) and then the eventual death. That’s when his goal to hunt down his dad kinda went into full swing. Because, well, that last sorta tether just snapped, so now he’s far more goal oriented.
It was probably full of him following small leads. Contacting some distant relatives of his, contacting his father’s old business partners - he kinda tried to procrastinate going back to Utah (specifically Hurricane) for as long as possible. But then news about Fazbear Frights came around, and the return kiiiinda became inevitable. Because unfortunately, it was a damn good lead. Also, once again, Michael remains friendless in this time. Outside of any possible employers or the people he contacted, he hasn’t actually properly, freely spoken to anyone since his mom or grandparents. And he kinda cut ties with his grandparents out of guilt after his mom passed.
And Fazbear Frights is. Interesting! Because as he’s used to, he has to go in to meet his employer! But what he’s not used to is seeing his estranged kinda-cousin-kinda-brother whom he hasn’t seen since they were, like, 14. Aka Sammy. It’s an incredibly awkward experience all around, despite them both having somewhat similar goals. They agree to pretend not to know each other.
Work goes, well, as it pretty much does in game. Nothing special. Probably some panic and resurfacing trauma on night 2. Anyways the fire! That’s the important part!
As one would expect, Michael was quick to get out of the fire. Wasn’t exactly hard to set it - the place is old and dirty and fucking *moldy* - he just tossed a half-smoked cigarette at some loose oil or something and the bitch was ablaze.
William (slash springtrap but im just saying william for simplicity’s sake) caught him in one of the hallways. And had the fucking *audacity* to try and plead with Michael to help him out of the building. And the kicker is that if it weren’t for survival instincts kicking in and causing Michael to topple William over and crush Will’s arm with an arcade machine to keep him down long enough for a quick escape, it would’ve worked. Michael is. Uh. Very emotionally and mentally vulnerable.
A couple years pass after that, before a new Freddy’s place opens, needing someone to run it. Michael does have experience business-wise thanks to watching and learning from his dad as a kid, so it couldn’t be *that* hard, right? He applied under a fake name, got himself all disguised and whatnot, and headed in!
Michael Afton’s Emily Family Reunion Counter: 2
It did take a few minutes for the recognition to actually happen. But. Yeah it was a lil awkward. Considering Michael’s very silent and very sudden exit 32 years ago. Oh yeah also i have fnaf 6 taking place over more than just a week, stretches out from about 2025-2026. No specifics, just a general span of time. Feels more realistic to me, idk. I get the 1 week thing for gameplay/continuity reasons, but hey! This is just an au! I can do whatever shit I please!
And Iiii! Still need to actually flesh out the fnaf 6 stuff beyond my silly lil jokes. Uhh, I think majority of the stuff gets covered here? Feel free to ask further questions on anything, im more than happy to talk about it :-)
#HAUGH this is long#scov.txt#fnaf#fnaf: hauntings of the past au#michael afton#michael is. such a comfort character of mine. oh my god#so yknow. always happy to talk abt him#(send more asks. please) /jj#fuck. *hj#i can type guys i swear (lying)
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So this is a niche idea that probably only appeals to me but I can't get it out of my head so I'm sharing it with all of you.
AU where Gold (from the Pokémon: Lost Silver creepypasta) gets adopted by the Haunted Mansion crew
Long post under the cut
Quick disclaimer: I have not played the Hypno's Lullaby FNF mod yet and I have not watched a full playthrough of it yet (I have seen parts here and there though). I've just been listening to the Monochrome song on loop for 4 straight days (it's a banger btw, especially the Perish mix) and fell straight back into my old Creepypasta phase. My entire perception of Gold's personality comes from what I've seen of the FNF mod, read about on TvTropes, and fanon (I did read the original creepypasta story that he's from, but that honestly gives nothing to work with). This is to say, I apologize in advance if I absolutely butcher Gold's canon personality. I am just very fond of the perception of his character I have in my head.
Anyway! The most prominent trait I interpret of Gold from what I've seen of him so far is that he is DEAD. And SAD. And SAD about being DEAD.
And Disney's Haunted Mansion is filled with dead people who are not necessarily as distraught about their predicament.
I imagine Gold (and the many, many Unown inhabiting his corpse) somehow get isekai-ed out of his game and into one of the Disney Parks. He's floating down the sidewalk feeling very sad indeed, groaning "N O M O R E" every so often.
Ghost Host looks outside and sees this lost soul and his companions just floating about. Hosty, not being one to just leave a soul out in the open, decides to take him in.
The Hatbox Ghost and Emily (Beating Heart Bride) adopt him immediately! Gold is like the son they never had. Hatty is absolutely delighted when he learns Gold can detach his head from his body.
Communicating with Gold is difficult at first, seeing as Gold doesn't speak much. But after some time, the other ghosts eventually learn to read the Unown language.
In particular, Gold and Gus (the prisoner hitchhiker) would have a special bond over both being non-speakers (I headcanon Gus as mute)
This isn't to say I don't think Gold has the ability to talk. I think he could, he just prefers not to. More often than not, he only groans maybe 1-3 words at a time. Otherwise, the unown just spell things out for him.
Sally Slater (the tightrope girl) and Victor Geist (the Organist) go out for ice cream once a week. After they get to know Gold, it becomes a regular thing for them to invite him on their outings. They grab a wheelchair for him (so that he doesn't have to use extra energy floating around) and wheel him out of the mansion to grab some Dole Whip.
Gold doesn't talk much. So during these outings, he prefers to just sit and enjoy his ice cream while listening to Sally and Victor bicker and gossip. Even though he never says it, he enjoys their company.
The hitchhiking ghosts are the ones to take Gold on his first tour of the park. Their preferred method is tying up Gold to those big Mickey balloons and dragging him from place to place
They take him on the fast-pace thrill rides first (think Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain, etc.) first because those are their favorites (though specifically more Ezra's favorites). They quickly find out that Gold does NOT like that. So Phineas suggests they take him on It's A Small World. Gold feels much better afterwards. :)
I headcanon Gold prefers the more calm rides. So think It's A Small World and the Storybook Land Canal Boats.
Oh, and he absolutely does NOT want to go on Matterhorn. Ever.
At the end of the hitchhiker's Disney park tour, they gather near the castle to watch the fireworks. Hatty and Emily join in too.
Gold is now surrounded by many more friends, who are all dead just like he is. But perhaps being dead doesn't have to be so bad after all.
#haunted mansion#the haunted mansion#lost silver#fnf lullaby#gold lost silver#hatbox ghost#beating heart bride#herr victor geist#sally slater#hitchhiking ghosts#headcanons#jesters ramblings#feel like this appeals to literally only me but whatever#i am cringe but i am free#everyone is happy#especially gold because he deserves it
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2, 4, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 18, 19 for Winx
Let's-a-goo
2. What I like most and least about it
Ok ok just AALLL the potential for worldbuilding! The creators crafted such a fascinating, widespread lore and universe, you can fit almost anything in. It's heaven for worldbuilders. The most detestable part of this show is the nonsensical timelines and plot holes, as well as all the garbage behind the scenes. Stop milking this franchise's corpse - and enough with the racism and whitewashing.
4. A character I couldn't care less about
Uhm, how beloved is Palladium? Is the fandom going to hunt me down? He has a nice design but... I just can't connect with him. Who is this man and why did he have a growth spurt between Seasons 1 and 2?
10. A ship I would gladly go down with... and then become Davey Jones, so I can continue to captain said ship for eternity
It started out as a crackship, but the more I thought about it the more I liked it, and people need to stop sleeping on it and that's Flora x Tecna!
Do they have a ship name? Must I make one?
Anyways, what happens when you put together two insecure (going by Season 1 characterization) nerds who are seemingly polar opposites but in actuality have more than a few things in common? This ship. And brooms and buckets.
11. A ship that makes me want to look into the camera like I'm on The Office
Valtor x anyone from the Dominian Royal Family. No thank you. I doubt any one of the RF would care much for the man partially responsible for the pain they went through. Marion, Daphne and Bloom would be an especially ill fit due to them having the Dragon Flame. Valtor is rather self-obsessed and self-aggrandizing, so anyone who could rival or even surpass his power would be a threat to him and his self-image.
... And Daphne's not into men. I'm objectively correct here.
That said, I have nothing against the shippers. You do you friends.
13. The non-canon pairing I find the most intriguing
Griffin x Valtor, and that's actually largely thanks to you! I hadn't thought of the ship much before, but then I read a bunch of your posts, and looked at their scenes with fresh eyes and thought how did I not see this before? Best totally-not-canon-we-swear ship, hands down.
15. A character/story arc that bores me to tears
Season 3 only has 25 episodes. Episode 20 and its stupid pixie filler, doesn't exist. It's not only boring, but annoying too, as I'm not the pixies' biggest fan, and it dunks on the Trix too. :/
16. A scene/moment that makes me really emotional every single time
The scene in SoLK where Daphne reunites with her parents. It's the first time they see her as a ghost. It's very possible that they've (or just Marion, if Oritel was unconscious) held on to a desperate hope that their daughters might be alive, and to find out that isn't true... Bloom's inclusion is poorly handled but I'll give it a pass because the earlier seconds are just so 🙏🙏
18. A plot hole that makes me want to tear my hair out
What hasn't been said about Domino's weird timeline? Instead, I'll yell about the Earth Fairies' weird timeline! :) WHAT IS GOING ON HERE RAINBOW? How can Roxy be Morgana's daughter?? If Roxy was born before her mother's imprisonment how can she be Klaus' daughter? If Morgana SOMEHOW escaped why did she do NOTHING for the others? Morgana's relation to Roxy is a fun idea but at least make it make sense!
19. Crossovers/AUs that pique my interest
I'd love to see an AU where the Winx fairies resemble the Fae seasonal courts more. Give me fish-out-of-water Bloom trying to navigate a world full of technically-not-lying-jackass Fae. Do it for the funsies
Fandom ask game
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The Wheelers' Reunion (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 4/4)
Here is the fourth drabble! This is one of my favorites because I've kept it a big secret how Jake and Junior's reunion would go down. I'd prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!
Thank you and enjoy! :)
Word count: 1.7K
Junior adjusted the tie around his neck for the tenth time, wanting desperately to rip that shit off. He always hated how it felt, like it was choking him. The last time he had worn a tie was at his mother’s—
No. Don’t think about that. Stay focused, you idiot. He told himself while taking a deep breath and regained his composure, letting go of his tie and kept walking forward.
Junior’s eyes kept wandering, trying to catch a glimpse of a three foot ginger doll. He was armed to the teeth, a gun in the hidden pocket of his blazer along with a dagger and a butcher knife, but he needed to be aware of everything. He wouldn’t be caught off guard, even though he wasn’t alone in the hallway.
He made a mental note of everything and everyone surrounding home to the point where it was tedious. Nun, student, portrait, another student, another nun, Jake, another portrait, yet another nun—
Wait a minute…
He quickly looked back over and his eyes met Jake’s eyes across the hallway. Junior halted in his steps, neither of them moving and they both just stared.
Jake looked taller, maybe by an inch or two. His curls were shorter too, he must’ve cut his hair over the last year. Speaking of cuts, there were a few on his face, possibly from the fucker that ruined their lives. But all in all, he still looked like his cousin that he grew up with.
Well, until Junior burned that bridge when they were kids. But he still saw him nearly everyday after that. They were always in each other’s lives, whether they liked it or not.
God, there were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to apologize for, but he didn’t have the time for that.
A part of Junior wondered if Jake even recognized him. It had been almost a year and he was now sporting a more ‘wilderness-like’ hairstyle that Lexy called it, but judging from how his cousin’s eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets and how pale he turned, he figured that Jake still recognized his asshole cousin.
Finally, after a full thirty seconds of staring, Junior nudged his head to the side slightly to gesture for Jake to follow him and then entered into the room beside him. It was a library, filled with books but he assumed that most of them were bibles.
Fun.
He didn’t turn around to see if his cousin was behind him but after a few moments, he recognized his footsteps and turned to fully face him.
“Hi Jake.” Junior said, trying to sound as casual as he could to not concern Jake.
That didn’t work, because Jake looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “This-this isn’t real, this isn’t fucking real…”
Oh boy…this might be more difficult than he thought.
“This is very real, Jake, just take a breather and calm down…”
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” Jake snapped, taking a step away from him and then a step forward. “Who the fuck are you, huh? Is that you, Chucky? Possessing my dead cousin?!”
“Wait, can Chucky possess a corpse?” Junior mused out loud before quickly shaking his head. “No, not the time—listen, Jake, I’m not Chucky. I’m me. This is me. I’m not dead, possessed, or a ghost. I’m real. I’m Junior.”
Jake still didn’t look like he believed, and instead looked like he was five seconds away from throwing a bible at him. “Oh my god, first a priest that looks like my father and uncle, now a someone that looks like my cousin and pretending to be him…”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that and fuck, I really do not want to meet him.” Junior once again spoke aloud at the mention of the priest that looked like their fathers, sending a shiver down his spine. But seeing that this wasn’t calming down Jake in the slightest, he had to quickly start thinking before an idea came to him.
“When we were kids, we used to steal food from my kitchen!” Junior blurted out quickly. “You-you used to be the lookout because you sucked at being stealthy,” he chuckled fondly at the memory he hadn’t thought of in so long, “and I would shove as much food as I could under my shirt and we would both run. Run all the way back to my room. Our moms always knew what we did but they never did anything to stop us. They just let us pretend we were ninjas.”
As he spoke, he could see Jake slowly becoming aware, recognition and then melancholy shining in his eyes.
“I…I never told anyone about what we used to do,” Junior began speaking slowly, “not even Devon. No one on this earth would know about our ‘missions’. No one. And especially not Chucky.” He met his cousin’s eyes again, even taking a step forward. “I’m alive, Jake.”
Jake blinked a few times as it slowly began to dawn on him that he was telling the truth. “Oh my god…”
“Yeah, oh my god…”
“Oh. My. God.”
“Okay, we need to figure out how to get you the hell out of here, we don’t have time for this.” Junior spoke, about to turn away to leave the library but his cousin’s intense stare made him stay.
“This whole time…you’ve been alive?” He spoke slowly, his voice barely staying even through contained rage. “This…whole…time?”
Junior paused briefly. “Look, Jake, I know you have a lot of questions right now and I promise I’ll answer them, but we really need—!”
“You’ve been alive for a year and you never told anyone?” Jake practically snarled out his next sentence.
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before smiling sheepishly. “…yes?” He said as cautiously as he could.
For a long moment, no one said or did anything. His cousin just continued to stare daggers deep into his soul, making him shift uncomfortably from one foot onto the other.
Suddenly, before he could blink, Jake’s fist connected with Junior’s nose.
“OH FUCK!” He yelled out loud and stumbled backward, nearly hitting a bookshelf with both of his hands clasped over his nose. Junior could feel warm blood starting to leak out of his nostrils and his eyes watering from the impact.
“You son of a bi—!” Junior started angrily before pausing so he didn’t murder his cousin and taking a deep breath, “…okay, I had that coming. I deserved that. I won’t punch you back because I did punch you first at my mom’s wake a year ago. So…are we even now?”
Jake was still glaring at him but the glare had softened by now, one hand clutching onto his fist before he finally nodded. “Yeah…yeah, we’re even.”
“Good.” He nodded then groaned, tilting his head upward to try and stop the bleeding.
“No, don’t do that, you’re supposed to tilt your head forward, not back.”
“Well, thank you for your wonderful advice, Muhammad Ali!” Junior sneered as sarcastically as he could but listened to his cousin, moving his head forward and watched a couple drops of blood stain his white shirt.
He could feel Jake staring at him. “Even after a year, you’re still being an asshole?” He asked almost rhetorically.
“You punched me in the face, you’re not going to see my nice side right now!” Junior snapped back, looking up to narrow his eyes at Jake. “If you broke my nose, I’ll break your leg, fucker!”
“I didn’t break your nose.” Jake said with a straight face, seemingly unfazed by his cousin’s threat. “Pinch your nostrils shut for a few minutes, that should stop the bleeding.”
He was still scowling but once again listened to Jake, using two fingers to pinch his nostrils shut and huffed under his breath.
Neither of the cousins said anything for a solid minute, just staring intensely at one another until Jake broke the silence. “I’m sorry for punching you,” he apologized, “but you have to understand that I thought everyone in my family was dead for a year. Even after everything between us, I still didn’t want you to be dead. But then I find out you’ve been alive this whole time and never told us. So you can’t blame me for getting upset.”
“I can understand that, but you also have to understand why I didn’t let any of you guys know I was alive,” Junior started, his voice almost nasally from pinching his nostrils shut, “I did…horrible things. To everyone. Especially you. So I just…I convinced myself that you all were better off believing that I was six feet under and would live the rest of your lives in peace.”
“You thought it was better to believe you were dead?!” Jake exclaimed and moved his arm back, making Junior immediately take several steps back and hold a hand out.
“No no no no no no no! Don’t you dare hit me again! If you hit me again, our truce is off and we can have a full blown brawl right here in a fucking library!” He shouted, glaring at Jake until the latter finally put his arm back down.
Junior sighed and ran a hand through his long hair, his other hand still on his nose. “My god. Look, I get you guys having very strong and aggressive reactions to me being alive, but at least Lexy and Devon didn’t physically assault me!”
“Wait, Lexy and Devon? You’ve seen them?” Jake asked in surprise.
“Yeah, how do you think we got here? Did you really think we decided to come to a catholic boarding school for fun?” Junior asked in sarcasm.
“We?”
“Me and Andy.”
“Andy Barclay?! He’s alive too?!” Jake almost shouted, looking even more shocked than before.
“Is there another Andy you know that would want to help kill a redhead doll?” He questioned with a slight attitude, which earned a glare from his cousin and sighed. “Look, I know I have so much I need to explain and apologize for. I swear I will do it, but right now, we need to make a plan to kill Chucky and get you out of here. I know I’m asking you for a lot…but can you trust me? Just this once?”
Jake didn’t say anything, staring at his cousin to see if he was genuine before finally nodding. “Okay. I trust you.”
Junior smiled slightly in relief. “Good, let’s go.”
#Luna talks#admin#Chucky#Chucky 2021#Child's Play#Junior Wheeler#Jake Wheeler#chaos cousins#Chucky season 2 rewrite fic#Chucky drabble
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Sorry if this is a weird question, but I was wondering what are some of your favorite DP fics?
(You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I was just curious. It can be really fun to see what kind of fics other people like.🙂🙂)
Thank you so much for asking! I've thought about this ask a lot since I got it and man, is this a hard question. I've literally read probably thousands of DP fics so it's really hard to pick! I decided to highlight some older stories and ones that were really impactful in developing my writing.
Passageway by @ladylynse : This is one of the first stories that I remember finding and reading on Tumblr and definitely a big reason I started reading and then writing fanfiction. Also by this author, Anomaly Because I really love anything having to do with clones.
Smokescreen by Nylah and Memories by Happylief : These two stories with their unwitting clone narrators are the reason that my story "Hope Can be a Heavy Thing to Hold" exists. The ending of Smokescreen has/ is providing inspiration for my Invisobang story.
Other stories by Happylief- Candlelight and Nexus . Candlelight is No One Knows au from Sam's pov as she becomes friends with Phantom. Major Amethyst Ocean feels. And Nexus is mindbending time travel weirdness. I can't even explain but it's so good!
Take Pride in Your Humanity by LunagaleMaster: This story! This story made me realize the amazing character exploration you can do using the ghost catcher. Its characterization is on point with so many interesting headcanons. You guys can thank this story for "Face to Face" and "Double Discovery."
Masquerade/Laboratory by @five-rivers : Everything by this author is amazing but I bring up this one because clones. So deliciously creepy and heartbreaking. Also, there's an element of this that also inspired my Invisiobang story as well.
Disconnected by Workparty: Fenton and Phantom sharing a body but with a twist. Really great. This author has a lot of other really great stories too. Analog - an anthology full of clone stories! After Time - Dan redemption fic that has him working for Clockwork. The Phantom Report - On going story. Jack and Maddie capture Phantom and go from enemies to allies after deciding to actually talk to him.
Note from the Resident and The Life Taken by The Light's Refrain : Fenton and Phantom sharing a body but with a thought provoking and sad twist.
Niel Masters Series by @ghostsray : Featuring their clone oc, Niel, who is precious and I love him so much.
Lair Called Home by critique : Another clone story, featuring a full ghost clone named Phantom. That fact and the descriptions of the lair influenced "Life and Death is all Perspective."
No one Knows AU by @darks-ink : The Fentons unknowingly adopting their own son is peak content. This series definitely made me fall in love with sweet family hurt/comfort. This author's got a bunch of other great stories too. Also check out their corpse au and reverse half-ghost Danny.
Glimpse by Pseudinymous: This is a Maddie talking to Phantom one shot. It's notable because this is the first time I saw that "Phantom as Danny's ghost" idea, which I later ended up using a few of my stories.
Ghost In The Machine (It's Only Me) by Sub_Rosa: Uses the Phantom as Danny's ghost idea again and Fenton and Phantom sharing a body . The last chapter is set in the TUE timeline with some heartbreaking angst. This was a big influence in my Phic Phight Story, Fractured.
The Other Half Of Him by Dreaming_Writer : TUE au where Danny's human half survived. Definitely another for Fractured.
Split by lal nila syrin (lalnilasyrin) : One shot. Duplication really is a good power and I love the interesting use of it here and the philosophical implications.
Duplication by ShadowPillow: Another interesting story about duplication.
Deliverance by Lightening Streak : Because Dark Gray is so under represented and this is something of a guilty pleasure for me.
What the Past Holds by AllisonNoir @mymadmedleyw : This is actually a new, still currently updating story but it really deserves more readership. It's Dan redemption with really interesting characterization. The highlight is definitely Jazz and Dan's interactions since that relationship is really rarely explored. A new chapter was posted today so please check this one out!
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Phasmophobia ❤
He/Him Pronouns
1400+ Words
Description: You plays Phasmophobia for the first time with Scott, Wilbur, and Jack. Wilbur teaches you how to play and then something extra. (WilburxReader)
A/N: This was at the start of me writing so it's like the only one in third person.
[Rest of the story under the cut]
Y/N spins leisurely, waiting for their computer to boot up. They hadn't been ready to stream today but Scott DM'ed them a few minutes ago and Y/N couldn't say no to their favorite cousin.
Opening discord, they shot Scott a quick message and then pulled up twitch on their second monitor. Y/N smiled as chat spammed "hello y/n!" as the 1-minute timer slowly ticked down
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"Hello everyone!" Y/N exclaimed happily, giving a quick wave to the camera. "Today we're going to be streaming Phasmophobia with Scott, Jack Manifold, and Wilbur Soot."
They couldn't help but giggle as their chat flew by with excited proclamations. As usual, their lovely fans started spamming "Y/N CLOUT" and "Y/N SUPREMACY" until it was all theycould see. Laughing, Y/N started reading out donos and thanking subs.
They were in the middle of thanking a 5 gifted sub when Scott made a private DM group and started a call. Quickly joining, Y/N and Scott started their usual greeting.
"Scott!"
"Y/N!"
"Scott!!"
"Y/N!!"
"Scott!!!"
"Y/N!!!"
"Wilbur," A deep voice joined in. A startled laugh leaves them, making Scott and Wilbur join in.
"Ayup fellas." Jack Manifold startles Y/N again, his voice louder than either of their friend's voices. It's impossible to keep a straight face as they devolve into just the word "ayup".
When Y/N finally manages to load into the game, their characters face to face with Wilbur's. "Hello, Wil."
"Hello, Y/N," he says back, not moving. They keep stock still, looking straight into the camera like they assume Wilbur's doing. Actually, they pull up his stream on mute and barely manage to hide a grin when they realize he is. Taking a quick glance at his chat, Y/N can't help but giggle.
"BLUSHBUR"
"AWW WILBY IS RED"
"BLUSHBUR"
"I still prefer chadbur"
Wilbur breaks out into a giggle too, brushing his hair away from his eyes. It's odd being in proximity chat, but it's still funny to hear the distant noise of Scott and Jack arguing.
"Are you going to move?"
"Are you?"
Rolling their eyes, Y/N smiles as they move over to Jack, who's trying to throw the basketball at Scott. They devolve into "ayup" again as soon as Wilbur starts trying to talk to Scott.
Y/N shoots their webcam a quick grin and move towards the whiteboard where Scott's checking his items. With a totally innocent voice, they start bringing up last week's family party. (don't worry, covid doesn't exist in these au's unless I say so
"So, baby cousin, have you been drinking recently?”
"Oh no," he groans, instantly realizing his mistake in inviting Y/N.
"I mean, last week you were absolutely hammered and so I'm just worried." They coo, amping up their innocent tone until it sounds like they're speaking to a child. "Come on, sugar pea, tell your older cousin all your darkest secrets that I totally won't use for blackmail."
"Are you blackmailing Scott, Y/T/N?" Wilbur surprises you, his deep voice highly amused but also right next to you. They spin your avatar around, face to face, again, with Wilbur's.
They click their tongue, sighing dramatically. "I suppose I was trying to blackmail him until you came over, Wilbur Soot."
Glancing over at his stream, Y/N spots him grin mischievously at the camera. With a heavy voice, he utters four words that turn them bright red."Was I too distracting?"
"You're such a dick." They laugh.
"That's Scott's cousin you're flirting with," Jack Manifold cuts in with a mocking jeer. Y/N gratefully exit the situation and start setting up their items instead.
They can practically hear the mock annoyance in Scott's voice when they go back to bothering him. He loves Y/N though, despite the teasing.
{...}
Y/N realized after they arrived at the house that they've never played the game before.
"Scott," They start, putting their head in their hands. "How do you play?"
"Do you not know how?" Wilbur said incredulously. Jack was picking up stuff off the carts, crouching down by pressing buttons Y/N didn't know.
Y/N flushed, running a hand through their (h/l) hair. Chat both pities them and bullies them, exactly like they knew chat would. "Well, I've never played before."
"That's fine," Scott said, picking up his own gear and walking out of the van. "Wilbur can teach you. Right, Wil?"
"Sure?"
Scott didn't hear because he was already making his way into the house.
Awkwardly, they started talking. "So-? Uh, how do you pick things up?"
"You press E," Wilbur chuckled. "G is to drop things. C is crouch, J is for Journal which you'll fill out with info on the ghost, flashlight should be T."
Nodding along, Y/N started picking up things from the shelf. "What do all these things do?"
"Some of them are obvious, like Thermometer. But others are easier to explain as we go. You should pick up a camera, crucifix, and flashlight. I'll take the EMF, a camera, and a spirit box."
Wilbur's explanations weren't too hard to follow. The two of you stuck together as they wandered the house. It was two stories with a basement and the darkness was only slightly terrifying.
"Victoria Gonzales," Wilbur called out. They were about to leave the room when their flashlights started flickering. Y/N's thermometer was picking up freezing temperatures even if the room seemed safe. Their flashlights were still flickering, so Wilbur and Y/N huddled into a corner together, silently waiting.
Quietly, Wilbur started whispering to Y/N. "We can probably leave the room, right?"
"Isn't it still hunting?" They whispered back. Wilbur rolled his eyes, "C'mon, don't you trust me?"
Silently, Y/N thought about it. They did.
"Fine."They sighed. "But if anything happens I will blame you.'"
Wilbur grinned, "Absolutely nothing will happen to you, dear."
Y/N grumbled as they silently followed after Wilbur's character, pink dust scattered across their face. The halls were dark, grey walls plain and boring but not any less terrifying.
And unlike what Wilbur said, Y/N died 30 seconds later. It was far too quick for them to register what was even happening before the demon's hand was clawing their face out and their body was flat on the ground.
Wilbur was next, the demon opening the doors to the closet they were hiding in and instantly killing him. They stalked away, leaving two corpses
"Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this." Wilbur deflects instantly. Y/N sighs, sadly watching their corpse just lay there.
"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too."
Wilbur rolled his eyes, grinning softly. Y/N looks over, their eyes soft and shining. [Am I doing semi-realism in this now? Whatever, go with it]
Reaching out, Wilbur held their hand in his. It wasn't the smoothest, but the callouses were beautiful to him. He could die happy (if he wasn't already dead) just holding Y/N's hand.
"You did good," Wilbur murmered, closing the distance between them. Smiling, Y/N lifted their hands and caressed Wilburs cheek. It was gentle. Safe.
"So did you."
Pressing their foreheads together, Wilbur sighed softly. "You know, there's something I haven't taught you yet."
"That is?" Y/N grinned.
Wilbur closed the gap completely, pressing their lips together. It was quick and sweet, their noses bumped together but when Y/N tilted their head it all just fit. They chased one kiss after another, tasting the sweet mix of Wilbur's cherry gum and Y/N's bubblegum ring pop.
Wilbur leaned back, his hands placed on their waist tightly. "I guess that's one thing you don't need to learn."
They breathed heavily, still gazing into each other's eyes. Wilbur smiled and then the world flipped.
{《☆》}
"I got it right, it was a demon," Scott bragged over Jack's defeated guess of a Wraith. Wilbur blinked and his chat was going crazy, full of the same thing.
Y/NBUR
Y/NXWILBUR
KINDA GAY KINDA POG
KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE
"Shut up chat," Y/N said, Wilbur glanced up, grinning. Maybe his chat wasn't the only one being annoying
{《☆》}
[Okay, guys. So I started writing this off of the second phasmophobia stream Wilbur had and halfway through he went live with another phasmophobia stream and it was the best and worst timing because I couldn't focus but also *Wilbur my beloved*]
[-L0v3, k1ng]
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au where five found out about vanya's powers in the apocalypse? Like maybe he found Reggie's book or he saw the eyes of vanya's corpse?
oh man like. that would be interesting to be sure, if Five managed to find Reginald’s book in the apocalypse
(He doesn’t read it at first, not for a few months after he finds it. He opened to the page that detailed Reginald’s experiments with how long Deigo could hold his breath in clinical unfeeling words and has to put it away while he breathed - not too deeply though, he didn’t want to breathe in more ash than necessary)
But he eventually does. He sits Dolores up and rages and vents to her, cursing Reginald’s name with every new sordid detail, every new terrible sin he now knows to hurl at Reginald’s feet. He reads no great loss under his section and he’s too dehydrated to weep but something breaks inside his chest nevertheless
(He’d never thought that dad loved them, not really. He might have hoped, back when he was little but he knew better now. He was thirteen, old enough to know better. But he’d at least thought that dad found them useful.
Five had tried to hard, trained so much, been so adaptable. Even then he was no great loss.)
Five finds out from Reginald’s book about Ben’s death. Cold words that describe the way his brother died. Reginald seemed to care more about Ben’s death than Five’s presumed death, but that could be becuase Ben’s power was always bigger than Five’s. More violent. More efficient. Of course Ben was a greater loss, Five’s power wasn’t even inherently useful for fighting.
(Klaus’s power wasn’t useful for fighting either. Reading Dad’s dismissive words calling Klaus a failure makes him bristle. Reading about Reginald locking Klaus away in the mausoleum for days make Five want to hurl the book against the wall.)
Finding out about Vanya is - it’s weird. Vanya was always so ordinary. He loved her of course, for fucks sake he was the only one who cared to interact with her half the time. He loves all of his siblings but he has no illusions about how casually cruel they could be to one another.
But he reads about her powers and clenches his fists and wonders what Reginald would have done if Five had stayed, if Five had kept on his path of rebellion. Would Reginald have drugged him, too?
(Reginald had the power to take their powers away. Five wonders what Klaus thought when he found out, if he had cursed and sworn and raged at the man who watched his son suffer and turn to drugs to deal with seeing things no child should ever see. Reginald had the power to help, and he tortured Klaus instead.)
Because - of course Five assumes that they know. He reads Vanya’s books as well when he comes across it, tucking it into his wagon. He wonders when the truth came out, because the rage that drips from those pages is very real. Vanya doesn’t mention her powers in the book of course, but she would have been what, in her 20s when she wrote it?
Vanya said in her book that she left home at 18, which means she’s had years to get the drugs out of her system and discover what their father had taken from her. Did she think that they knew? That they had kept it from her? Is that why the pages of her book drip with bone deep hurt, making Five’s fingers shake with the ache of them
(Or it could be the hunger, a now constant companion)
Five keeps both books close, even though he wants to vandilize Reginald’s book half the time. It’s strange to see the insight on them and their powers from the perspective of a scientist, odd to see the written results of the torture they went though
(He almost rips the page on the effects of electricity on his warping powers out on principle, but he just ends up curled around Dolores as he trembles involuntarily at the memories)
Five has so few belongings when he is recruited to the Commission, or at least has very few personal ones. He leaves Dolores behind in the apocalypse with a heavy heart but she’s too big to take with him. Too big to hide.
(Five always learned to only take what you can hide, because what you can’t hide will always be used against you.)
He tucks Reginald’s notebook in the waistband on his pants, the hard edges against his back a constant almost reassuring pressure. Vanya’s book gets pushed into one of his deep pockets. The glass eye gets shoved into his sock the same way he used to hide scavenged bills and quarters he would then place beneath the floorboards of his room
(He wonders absently if his money stash was ever found, but it doesn’t really matter now does it?)
He goes through the Commission with the knowledge that he has a bomb hidden away. As much as he keeps the notebook around out of a sense of sentiment he knows he doesn’t want it to fall into the hands of the commission, doesn’t want them to have this dissection of his powers on hand
(he has so little of his siblings left, just the bitter words of Reginald and Vanya both - the irony is that no matter how much Vanya extolled being excluded she had constantly been by Reginald’s side to write down observations, listening to his words, by his side more than any of them. sometimes he reads Vanya’s vicious words and hears the echo of their father in them. It makes sense. He still hates it, just a little bit)
He writes his equations into Vanya’s book instead of Reginald’s. He doesn’t like to read the red book, only opens it to look at the photos included so that he won’t forget what his siblings look like, tries to ignore the words that detail exactly how much force it takes to pop Luther’s bones out of his oh-so-durable joints
He solves them one day, or at least comes close. Closer than he ever had before, and he figures why not? Time for another little experiment. Who knows? Maybe he’ll add this one to dad’s book.
He pushes, and pushes, and then he falls and he’s in a courtyard he hasn’t seen in decades staring at people he hasn’t spoken to in just as long. He looks at them all with wide eyes
(He looks at Allison and hears his father’s clipped tone stating how Allison in improving at overriding survival instincts, he looks at Luther and hears Vanya’s childish voice accusing him of caring more about being a hero than anything else in his life, including his family, he looks at Klaus and sees a face covered in ash and blood with unseeing eyes)
He looks down at himself and sees smaller hands with smoother skin, absent of the burn marks from the variety of fires he’d set in the apocalypse, absent of the crooked knuckles from when he’d crushed two fingers in some rubble trying to get to a can of food, absent of the cracked and brittle nails from malnutrition and food issues
“Shit.” He says, with feeling.
He can feels the press of the glass eye against his leg, the solid weight of Vanya’s book in his pocket, the edges of Reginald’s notebook digging into his skin as he hauls himself off the ground and into a standing position.
They have a family meeting in the kitchen.
Sort of. Five flits about, snagging bread and peanut butter and marshmallow fluff from the cupboard to make himself a sandwich, trying to avoid looking too desperately eager. He hasn’t had his favorite food in so long that the anticipation is actually insane.
“What’s the date?” Five asks, and learns that he doesn’t actually have all that long until the end of the world. But hey, it’s doable. Probably. Unless the reason the world ended was like, political nuclear war or something? But there would probably be survivors of that somewhere, so it was more likely something bigger scale.
(It has to be something he can stop, or this was all for nothing. He refuses to believe he doesn’t have a chance.)
“Cool, so like, the world is ending.” Five says, because why the fuck not? He has all his siblings in one room (except Ben, he has failed Ben, will always have failed Ben because he’s a coward who couldn’t return to a time when Reginald Hargreeves was alive) and he has Reginald and Vanya’s words pressed into his brain, “We have eight-ish days to fix that.”
“Five, what the hell are you talking about?” Luther demands.
Five waves his hand, “Dad sucked, I time-travelled, the end is nigh. I figured even you could grasp that.”
(His eyes ghost over Luther, skittering about the room. He can’t look at Luther’s body without remembering the cruel diagrams pain stakingly inked into the book as Reginald grumbled about failed experiments.)
“You went to the future?” Diego says, voice full of doubt that make his voice harsh. It’s so much deeper than when Five left, no more of the cracks of puberty.
“No shit.” Five says, and he’s so tired. “I was in that hellscape for forty-five years.”
“Forty-five years?” Diego squawks, as though he’s personally offended.
“That would make you... fifty-eight?” Luther’s voice also has doubt in it, and Five can’t really blame him looking at his squishy little barely teenage body.
“Dad was right,” Five manages to get out without gritting his teeth, “Time travel is a crapshoot and sometimes your body does fun and wacky things on you, blah blah blah trees and acorns.”
“Prove you’re from the future!” Klaus demands, eyes bright as he leans across the table, “What’re the lotto numbers, baby brother?”
“I think they’re ‘fuck you the world had already ended by the time I ended up stuck there,’ Klaus.” Five says, mock thoughtfully before tearing off a chunk of his sandwich.
It tastes like ash and peanut butter. Only Five’s genuine trauma regarding food waste and the fact that most things tasted like ash in the apocalypse have him still chewing his food and swallowing.
“Rude.” Klaus says, making a ‘blat’ noise in disappointment.
“Dad’s rich as fuck, wasn’t him kicking the bucket essentially like winning the lottery?” Five points out, and this time it is Luther squawking at him in disapproval.
“Don’t talk about Dad like that!” He demands, and Five has some more uncharitable thoughts about the way Luther’s arms flex just a little unnaturally underneath that big trenchcoat.
“I like this version of Five better.” Klaus declares, looking like Christmas has come early.
“Dad was murdered and you guys don’t even care.” Luther spits out, looking very offended.
“You were murdered and I care very much about that.” Five retaliates, and the entire kitchen goes quiet.
“Can you elaborate a little, Five?” Allison says, ever the diplomat.
(That’s a lie. Allison started more fights than Diego, probably. She just got caught way less often.)
“Well. I mean, I dunno if murdered is the right word considering everyone was dead. You might have just been collateral damage, who knows? Does murder imply intent?”
“Everyone was dead?” Vanya says, voice very quiet.
Five shrugs, then nods, then shrugs again. He doesn’t like thinking about it. “Yeah, but that’s not going to happen this time.”
“I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Luther mutters, and Five valiantly tries to ignore him.
“Five, are you - are you sure you’re alright?” Vanya’s voice wobbles and she looks like she wants to reach out and hold him or something ridiculous like that. She looks at him with big sad brown eyes, “Dad did say that time travel could... mess with you a little.”
Allison nods and oh, Five does not have time for this bullshit.
“I have proof.” He says, and he reaches back and pulls out Reginald’s red notebook and slams it onto the table.
“Is that Dad’s - ” Luther cuts himself off, looking at the notebook with wide eyes.
It is very clearly beaten up to hell and back. Ash has stained the edges of the pages grey and there may or may not be a gouge across the front from a near miss with a bullet while working at the commission. It is a book that has clearly been through hell.
Five also dig’s Vanya’s equally beaten up book from his pocket to dump on the table as well, equally stained with ash and barely held together after being read over and over again for decades, including being used as a notebook in the final years.
(Vanya lets out a little gasp, hand flying up to her mouth with the knowledge that at least one of her siblings read her book. Certainly not the one she thought it would be.)
Five reaches into his sock to pull out the glass eye triumphantly, setting it down on his small stack of treasures.
“What the fuck?” Diego is the one to ask.
“If I time travelled from that day in 2002 to right now, how the fuck would I have Vanya’s book?” Five says triumphantly, “It came out in 2015.”
“Why do you have an eye?” Allison sounds slightly horrified.
“It’s the key to figuring out who caused the apocalypse.” Five says, turning it over in his hands, “It’s gotta have something to do with it at least.”
“Why does he have Dad’s notebook?” Luther demands, sounding equally outraged.
“Found it.” Five shrugs, like the little scavenger he is.
(Emphasis on little. His suit still almost fits, and reading the numbers in Reginald’s notebook versus seeing how fucking tall all his siblings got in person is frankly unfair.)
“Oh my god, okay.” Allison says, throwing her hands up in the air like they’re all nuisances. It’s a familiar Allison look, and Five actually feels a little soothed by the memory. “So the world is ending, Five is back from the dead, and our only clue is a goddamn eye?”
“I was never dead.” Five points out, “But basically, yeah.”
“I don’t have time for this, I have to get back to my daughter.” Allison says, shaking her head.
“I mean if you want Claire to live I would think stopping the apocalypse would kind of be a priority.”
This draw Allison to a halt from where she’d been gathering herself to leave, “You... know her name?”
Five makes the executive decision to not mention the torn out magazine cover featuring his sister and niece that is pressed between some of the pages in Reginald’s journal. “I’d like to meet her one day.”
Just like that, Allison has been won over.
“Do you think it has something to do with whoever murdered Dad?” Luther asks seriously, even if the question makes Diego groan like this is an argument they have had before.
“Who knows?” Five shrugs, “But if we’re splitting into investigation teams, I call Vanya.”
Vanya startles from where she has been sitting quietly, “Me?” She asks, eyes wide.
“Yeah.” Five nods, “I mean, with Ben gone you’re probably the team’s heaviest hitter.”
“What?” Several voices ring out in confusion.
Five blinks, a little confused himself. Unless - “Wait, did you never train your powers?”
“Five,” Vanya says slowly, like she’s explaining a simple concept to a particularly dim child, “I don’t have powers.”
This was - this was unexpected. Why did he not think of this explanation? It’s just - he has now known about Vanya’s powers for like way longer than he hasn’t. It’s almost second nature to think of Vanya as having powers by now. And she doesn’t know.
“Oh boy.” He says, picking up Reginald’s notebook, “This debriefing may take a bit longer than I first thought. Oh, and at some point we should probably cut the tracker out of my arm as well.”
“The what out of your what?”
Yeah the day doesn’t really get much better from there.
#the red book au#five finds reggie's journal in the apocalypse#and so he is very familiar with his sister's powers!! isn't that fun#he's also like 50% more spiteful because actually Fuck Reginald Hargreeves#he is the president of the Dad Sucks Club#because he has the notebook he's been essentially planning his apocalypse game plan for years#with the power of strategy and knowing his siblings powers inside out#or at least to the extent reggie understood them#so he's much more MISSION REPORT when he gets to 2019#time to debrief the squad on what the fuck is up#five lets the cat out of the bag so early lmao#fuck u leonard#five: haha yeah i want vanya on my team so i can see her sick ass powers in action#the family: her WHAT#five: *surprised pikachu face*#five has spent so long in the apocalypse with dolores who knows what he is thinking#that he struggles with the concept that people don't know what he knows sometimes#me pointing at vanya's book and reginald's notebook: there are both traumatizing to read#Anonymous#long post#far tua long
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Neo CreaTures
Hello and welcome to my first ever collab call to celebrate me hitting a huge follower milestone!
This is dedicated to everyone who loves the supernatural – like me – and enjoys writing a little more interesting creatures than just vampires and werewolves – which of course are still lovely.
Under the cut you’ll find a list of awesome creatures to turn our favorite boys into – or even the reader if that’s the route you want to go.
Our main theme is it to have some fun and post a variety of different spooky or not so spooky fics throughout October to spread our love for the supernatural.
To claim a spot, simply dm me @raibebe your member and creature of choice and I’ll add you to this post as long as the spot is still up for claim.
Reblogs are appreciated even if you chose to not enter the collab to reach a wider audience!
rules
As always: First come, first serve
The fic has to be about the chosen member, meaning he is supposed to be the main character, you’re of course allowed to add in as many of the others as you want
You can bend the lore/appearance of your creature of choice how you may seem fit. Just don’t start telling me dwarfs turn into wolves every full moon.
Deadline is October 31st 2021
Minimum word count is 2k. This should be doable, it’s a lot of time until October. If you choose to write it in multiple parts, just send me the part you want to have linked on the masterlist.
No timestamps/drabbles, bullet points, social media AUs or reactions. Fics. That’s it.
Open to all genres, it doesn’t have to be horror or gory but I would love to read some darker pieces that are perfect for the season
If you want to include smut in your work, you have to be of age. No exceptions.
Even though all NCT members are of age, please refrain from writing smut for Jisung, Chenle and Sungchang, since otherwise Jisung will call the police on us.
Tag your work accordingly if you have potentially triggering stuff in it. When in doubt – you should probably tag it. But you can always ask which brings me to the next point:
Joining the discord is not mandatory but I’d encourage you to because it’s a great way to get to know your fellow writers and maybe ask for advice or just to chat about our boys.
That’s also where I’ll post announcements and stuff
Please tell me if you’re changing URLs or want to step out of the collab or can’t meet the deadline, which is both fine and can be negotiated
Please reblog this post after getting accepted so we can reach a wider audience.
For further questions just dm me!
Members
Taeil - @fan-but-no-art | Angel
Johnny -
Taeyong – @ncteaxhoe | Fairy
Yuta – @sly-merlin | Naga
Kun - @moonctzeny | Succubus
Doyoung - @just-come-baek | Mermaid
Ten - @jaesqueso | Werecat
Jaehyun - @127-mile | Ghoul
Winwin -
Jungwoo - @heejinnien | Elf
Lucas - @justonedaywithmysunshine | Genie
Mark - @alreadyblondenow | Zombie
Xiaojun - @key201303 | Guardian Angel
Hendery - @soliverse | Witch
Renjun - @moondustaeil | Kitsune
Jeno - @sparklysung | Incubus
Haechan –
Jaemin - @raibebe | Demon
Yangyang - @yangyanghater | Yokai
Shotaro - @chittapornswife | Nale Ba/Nishi Dak
Sungchan - @sichengscult | Warlock
Chenle - @flowerboykun | Merman
Jisung - @armysantiny | Shapeshifter
List of creatures to choose from.
Some creatures are fairly similar but I wanted to give you as many choices as I could come up with without having to choose absolutely crazy creatures. As said before you’re free to bend the lore of the creatures, this is just a guide – mostly off of Wikipedia – to some of the lesser known creatures.
Warning: Some creatures are darker and more gore-y than others. The descriptions are as ungraphic as possible.
Vampire: A living corpse that feeds on the blood of the living to survive
Werewolf: A human with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a wolf
Werecat: A human with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a feline
Angel: A pure, benevolent intermediary between humans and god, protectors and guiders for humans, servants of god
Guardian angel: Godsend protector and guider for humans
Fallen angel: Angel that has become tainted by sin and fell from heaven
Devil: Ruler of the underworld, personification of evil and temptation
Demon: Supernatural creature usually associated with evil and sin
Incubus: Male demon that gains his energy from engaging in sexual activity
Succubus: Female demon that gains her energy from engaging in sexual activity
Yokai: Spirits and monsters in Japanese folklore, ranging from mischievous and malevolent creatures believed to cause misfortune and harm to some that are considered to bring good fortune
Ghost: Soul or spirit of a dead person that can appear to the living
Poltergeist: Type of ghost responsible for physical disturbance, often bound to the places the soul died in
Warlock: Male practitioner of witchcraft
Witch: Female practitioner of witchcraft
Necromancer: Practitioner of magic involving communication with the dead
Genie/Jinn: Neither innately evil or good spirit
Shapeshifter: A human possessing the ability to physically transform their body
Ghoul: Demon-like creature associated with graveyards and consuming human flesh
Zombie: Undead revenant
Siren: Creature half bird and half woman who lures sailors by the sweetness of her song
Mermaid/Merman: Aquatic creature with an upper body in human form and the tail of a fish
Nymph: Minor nature deity, generally regarded as personifications of nature, tied to a specific place or landform
Dryad: Tree nymph
Fairy: Magical creature with human appearance, magical powers and a penchant for trickery
Elf: Beings with magical powers and supernatural beauty, ambivalent to humans, capable of either helping or hindering them
Gnome: Diminutive spirit that typically lives underground
Dwarf: Entity hat dwells in mountains and in the earth, associated with wisdom, smithing, mining and crafting
Satyr: Bawdy male nature spirit with horse/goat like legs, ears and horns
Centaur: Creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse
Naga: Creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake
Harpy: Half human, half bird personification of storm winds
Dragon: Large, serpentine creature that breathes fire
Kitsune: In Yōkai folklore, all foxes have the ability to shapeshift into human form they have the ability to trick others but are also portrayed as faithful guardians, friends, lovers, and wives
Phoenix: Long-lived bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again, often through burning his body and being reborn from the ashes
Basilisk: Legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king, who can cause death with a single glance
Unicorn: Beast with a single large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its forehead, often portrayed as horse-like
#nct#nct 127#nct dream#wayv#collab call#nct collab call#nct collab#nct fic#wayv fic#wayv collab call
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✨ Spooky Recs✨
I read a lot of fanfictions... More than I am proud of. I thought I should recommend as I go before I lose sight of their existence among the sea of my favorites.
Since past few days I have been craving for some creepy, unnerving fanfics that will keep me restless and awake at night. I remembered my favorites and wanted to read more of the kind so I looked up, patiently going through each story that sounded compelling. I also revisited old stories for nostalgia's sake.
Of course, rare as they are, in Naruto fandom no less, it's even harder to find a horror and mystery fic that is well written, not dropped under 2 chapters, and really keeps your attention.
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Genre: Horror, Mystery, Comedy
I've rated 4 aspects of the work -
Writing – I don't judge writing based solely on the grammar and vocabulary. I also consider how the author expands upon a subject, if they are consistent with the facts, if they are able to keep the attention of the readers regardless of their creative writing skills.
Characters – If the characters are well-developed, in their given character, if OCs have any real significance to the story.
Plot – How gripping is the storyline, if the story sticks to its original plot, the structure of the story, plot holes.
Flow – Mother-of-slow-burn, slow-but-steady, steady, fast, I-am-speed
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When the flowers cry : TCOOKIES777 || M || AO3/FFN || SasuSaku || Goth Horror || Post-Canon, set during Blank Period || Ongoing
When one of the greatest medical-nin in the world goes missing in what should have been a simple delivery to the Land of Spring’s Hidden Snow Village, the rest of Team 7 must reunite to find her. But even the most powerful team of shinobi will find themselves challenged in a battle against the supernatural. With Sasuke's return, vengeful ghosts of the past will test him and his love.
My thoughts : One of the best stories I've read in a while, and top tier SS stories. I read this in one sitting. I never listen to music while reading, preferring silence, but for this one, I suggest you do as the author says. Also, keep some tissues and food with you. This story is major in mystery and minor in horror but otherwise full of SS fluff.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 9/10
Flow: Steady, if a bit confusing (but that's why it's mystery)
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Kyuro : silver_shot || T || AO3 || SasuSaku || Mystery || Post-Canon || Complete
“Oh,” says Naruto, “well, its sort of like that. Except in this village, the story has a way more darker ending – it basically goes like this: the girl and the guy plan to run away together. The guy steals a bunch of treasure, and stashes it away. But then, when he goes to get the girl at her village, he kills her and decides to run away with all that money. But then he is killed by the guards of the girls village and now they're both dead and the treasure is hidden away somewhere”. Sasuke stares blankly at the blond, “that story makes no sense”.
My thoughts : I know you must be thinking the same thing as Sasuke – "makes no sense". I did too, but it's a pretty cool short story. It lies on the funny, creepy side that slowly starts to lose its funny touch. SS makes stupid mistakes later on but it could be because they are MCs. The ending is very ambiguous. It's not my favorite mystery but it is something. Enjoyable read but not something I will pick again.
Writing: 8/10
Characters: 8/10
Plot: 8/10
Flow: Fast
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Moon stuttering in the sky : xfrinz || T || AO3 || Gen || Mystery || Pre-Shippuden || One-shot
Kakashi is suspicious of many things about Haruno Sakura. Too many things about her don't make sense, with too many incongruous explanations.
My thoughts : Author of this story just summarised Pre-Shippuden in less than 4k words and made some tiny changes to it. Not much though. One of my favorite gen fics yet. Read it if you haven't yet. You'll feel more sad than thrilled tbh. But worth it.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 10/10
Flow: I-am-Speed
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Breath mints : silver_shot || T || AO3 || SasuSaku || Comedy-Mystery || Post-Canon || Ongoing (maybe)
Their home no longer exists with the life it once had – in fact no settlement thrives anymore; they exist only in a snapshot that contradicts time itself. Families within their own homes sleep in a slumber that they cannot wake from. Those that were chatting on the street prior to the event simply drop their heads and remain unresponsive.
My thoughts : I picked it up for Mystery but I stayed for Comedy. But of course that's not to say supernatural elements in this story is not it, but it sure pales in comparison to effortless humor in this story. Lee and Kiba pair is something you don't see often but they get along too well here. Charactisation is on point as well. SS angst! + NS angst (but it's downplayed)
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 9/10
Flow: Steady
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The Curse : sincerelyLen || T || FFN || SasuSaku || Horror || Post-Canon || Ongoing
Team 7 is unexpectedly assigned an S-Ranked Mission involving an unsolved mystery of 10 years. An eerie adventure that will test their teamwork, strengths, and greatest fears. Do you believe in Curses?
My thoughts : My all-time favourite horror Naruto fanfiction. To me, this sets the standard of how mystery and horror elements should be handled. I have never been able to get this story out of my mind even it's been years. Perfect charactisation of Team 7 with Smart-yet-Stupid!Sakura, I-can-fight-aliens-and-reanimated-corpses-but-keep-ghosts-away-from-me!Naruto and I-dont-get-paid-enough-for-this!Sasuke. I especially love OCs here. They kinda reminds me of Pillars from KnY. You must read this story, loosely based on Zombie apocalypse + curse concept.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 10/10
Flow: Slow-but-Steady
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Silent High : Istoria || T || FFN || Gen || Mystery || Post-Canon || Complete
A bit of the Silent Hill series mixed in with Naruto. Trapped in an illusion whose rules are unknown, they struggle to find answers before darkness consumes them.
My thoughts : One of the best mystery fanfictions I've read. I especially loved how this story handled Genjutsu in the best possible way it could without it turning into some cliche, ghost story. Though really, this story has shown what my greatest fear actually is. I will never be able to leave my back open to a wheelchair. This story has simple writing yet it gives you creeps with the twists and turns. A must read one because it is unlike any other in this list.
Writing: 9/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 10/10
Flow: Steady
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Silence of the Damned : Daystar Clarion || T || FFN || Gen || Psychological Horror, Mystery(?) || Pre-Shippuden || One-Shot
When Naruto wakes up to a dead body in his bathroom, he begins a quick spiral into madness.
My thoughts : Listen to Halsey's Control while reading this. Quite chilling, deals with mental issues and morbid but in a fascinating way. It gives a new meaning to Dark!Naruto, but one that actually makes sense. I never saw the ending coming... I had something else in mind and I was convinced it would be, but nope. Here's a sequel to this One-Shot (Uzumaki's War) which I never picked up.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 9/10
Plot: 9/10
Flow: Slow-but-steady
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To the Victor : Letta || T || FFN || NaruSaku || Psychological Horror || Shippuden || One-Shot
Naruto loses the fight and Sakura is a trophy of war.
My thoughts : A very twisted NS, if you squint. It's not horror but it might as well be... it is still a disturbing story to see from the eyes of Sakura. Quite chilling to be in Sakura's shoes. But I love this because it is one shot and I loved the ending.
Writing: 9/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 8/10
Flow: Steady
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Under the Skin : BukkakeNoJutsu || T || FFN || Team 8 || Body Horror || Pre-Shippuden || One-Shot
Your actions don't make you a monster. Your reasons do.
My thoughts : There's a reason why Shino is my favourite team 8 member. In my opinion, Shino is also one of the strongest Shinobi of his generation. His clan techniques are just that horrifying. This story is testament to that. He is so terrible.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 10/10
Plot: 10/10
Flow: Slow-but-steady
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Instant Message : Keelah || T || FFN || SasuSaku || Murder mystery || Modern AU || Incomplete
She gave him names to kill, in order not to be killed herself. But having blood on her hands was turning out to be much worse than dying. "…There's still round 2…3…4…" When does this game end? She asked. "Don't you see, Sakura?" He said, "It never does."
My thoughts : I read this story a long time ago and have read this twice. Personally, it has the most interesting concept of all stories in the list. It reminds me of Vocaloid series, "Bookmark of the end". Kind of. To those who are thinking of picking this up, go ahead! It's a great book and has one of the best suspense I've read in Fandom. BUT, it has been stopped in mother-of-all-cliffhangers and Author is MIA for 4 years now. But, all things considered, it remains to be one of the best stories I've read.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 9/10
Plot: 10/10
Flow: Steady
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Monomoth : Ohtze || M || FFN/AO3 || SasuSaku || Horror || AU || Incomplete
Everything ends, eventually. Eight years after the war, Sakura's unhinged and Sasuke's obsessed. The fields are filled with corpses.
My thoughts : I read this story right after "The Curse", my favourite. From what I remember, Sakura and Sasuke are both mentally deranged, in different ways. Lots of death and gore to stomach, so not for weak readers. There's no speak of fluff in this one. Zero, Zilch, Nada. I wouldn't call it your classic 'Horror', but it is very disturbing, so psychological horror is more like it. Don't eat food while reading this one. Did I mention how Sakura is mentally disturbed beyond help in this one? And Sasuke is obsessed. If these suit your tastes, go ahead.
Writing: 10/10
Characters: 9/10
Plot: 10/10
Flow: Slow
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I hope you enjoy this list. Let me know your opinion in comments.
#horror#fanfictions#i reccomend it#Naruto#naruto fandom#sakura haruno#sasusaku#sasuke#naruto#sakura#mystery#lots of gore#psychological horror#horror stories#its so hard to find good classic horror in this fandom#i have more to recommend but i want to hit submit so bad so here we go#fanfic reading#fanfiction reccomendations#your welcome#sasusaku is good when its told right#sasuke uchiha#uzumaki naruto#hatake kakashi#shino aburame#kurama#narusaku#ghost and spirits
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🎃BNHA Kinktober and Spooktober drabble requests!🎃
I have like 7 Halloween themed fanfics planned but I'm slow at writing full length fics. Therefore, to celebrate this time of the year I want to write x reader drabble requests! The prompts, some rules and characters I write for are under the cut :) Feel free to take any prompt you like for yourself (and tag me if you want me to read it lol especially if it's Shinsou)
NSFW +18
KINKTOBER prompts (all the drabbles containing this will obviously be NSFW)
Shower sex
Car sex
Praise kink
Breeding kink
Tentacles
Body swap
Double penetration in two holes
Anal sex
Fingering
Spanking
Choking
Semi public sex
Piercings
Lingerie
Body worship
Face sitting
Massage
Hate sex
Mirror sex
Cockwarming
Foodplay
Sex pollen
vouyerism
Masturbation
Sex toys
Thigh riding
Sixty-nine
Begging
Orgy
Corruption kink
Phone sex
Sexting
Squirting
Cosplay/costume
Skinny dipping
Aftercare
SPOOKTOBER prompts (can be SFW or NSFW)
The Witcher AU
Witches/wizards
Vampires
Werewolves
A spell/curse
Haunted house
Graveyard
Black cat
Ghost/spirit
Halloween party
Demon
Black plague doctor
Mermaid/merman
Scary movie night
Deity/mythical
Scary movie (i.e.: corpse bride)
All characters involved in NSFW and pairings will be aged up. No minors wanted here. The pairing will be x reader (when writing nsfw i usually write afab reader so specify otherwise pls). I'm not comfortable with yandere and such so please refrain from requesting that. I guess otherwise you're good to go. Can't guarantee I'll write your request because I'm human and I write for fun, but if I get any at all I'll try writing as many of them as possible. Lastly, the more details on your request, the better!
Characters I write for (NSFW): Shinsou, Hawks, Aizawa, Fat Gum, All Might, Bakugou, Kirishima, Mirio, Amajiki, Shoto Todoroki, Endeavour (sorry), Dabi, Natsuo, Inasa, Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi, Ochako, Nejire, Toga, Nana, Jirou.
Okay, for fluff or just SFW stuff you're good to go with everyone in BNHA except Mineta I think.
Thank you for your attention! This is for fun, so if you have a good prompt that's different from the ones here or really want to read about a character not listed, try your luck (but don't hate me afterwards if I don't take it lol). All in all, happy October to everyone!
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#shinsou x reader#aizawa x reader#hawks x reader#reader insert#prompts#kinktober prompts#spooktober prompts
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Au asks! Alrighty!
I'm gonna be completely honest here I have only been like, barely skimming the plant Jekyll au and honestly should've given a proper read before sending anything but bjdsbdks
I adore the concept! ahh esp the where like. Jekyll can still move and look human. He isn't just a full on plant yknow? And that made me think,, ghost plant Jekyll au. Ghost au and Jekyll dies and his body gets hidden yada yada, but plants start growing all around and inside his body 👀 so now hes a funky plant corpse made of a bunch of different plants that he has relatively good control over. No one expects him being dead because he can still make himself look like a living human, and he always smells so nice, and Jekyll actually seems (and is) much happier than he was before he "went missing" because,, he is plant, he's healthy, actually feels physically better than ever, and doesn't even need to eat! Or sleep! Honestly his only complaints are about londons air quality. Ahh now this is making me think of that one batman movie my parents always watch where poison ivy loves plants and becomes one and "poison ivy" after a shelf of chemicals gets thrown on her,,, poison ivy Jekyll anyone? /j /nsrs bdksbdks. Though the HJ7 nonsense probably is a reason Jekyll is a funky flower corpse XD
But hes also like. Very much being an angry ghost at the lodgers. He just says down in The Moss in Bird's and Archer's room, leaves his body having fun there. And zooms over to break a vase or something. Because no longer missing or not the lodger still never bothered to look for him.
Ooo! Gonna steal this concept from a fic I read in another fandom, but bugs living in Jekyll! Like butterflies and bees and other types of pollinators. His corpse is pretty hollow after all. And Jekyll is so protective of these lil dudes. If anyone so much as looks at them wrong hes gonna haunt their house later. Hhhh butterflies always flying around Jekyll and his head <3
GHOST PLANT JEKYLL AU MY BELOVED
There is something just... So beautiful of Henry dying and getting his corpse reclaimed by nature, but he still get to live and he get to be happier because he doesn't have any physical or mental illnesses to plague him anymore, as he is just a soul without physical limitations. Also I want the Lodgers and Lanyon to think that Henry's plant obsession only got worse after he "went missing"; he constantly have leaves and flower petals in his hair, his office is even more covered in thriving plants, he seems so aloof and cling to the plants around him... Bees and butterflies loving him and it makes him seem so mysterious and yet handsome and ethereal. HNNNNNnNnn love it <3 Especially combined with him still being a bastard and leaving his corpse around for people to panic about and then think that they are hallucinating when they see him being perfectly fine and "perfectly nondecayed" later <3
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