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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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Hi I’m the anon who submitted the ‘Hi! I hope you’re having a good day, I was wondering if you could do a platonic fanfic with parental Husk and Angel dust with a teen reader who tries to sneak out to prove their ‘adult’ enough to go out on their own. Maybe they get caught w a secret S/O 🤔’ ask and to answer your question I think a Huskerdust parental duo would be killer, thanks!

Hmmm… okaaay! That can work! This is my first Angel Dust writing as well! Let’s just pretend HuskerDust isn’t built on sexual harassment and that these two get married after a healthy relationship— just a little AU for a, could be, cute couple… if it’s handled better! Also, sorry… this is kinda short

Husk and Angel Dust- Growing Up

Before anything starts. Let’s establish how these two gay dads treat their adoptive teenage child!

Husk is a doting and caring but also strict and wise father. He gives off the most brutal but truthful advice and reality facts. He is a loving parent and won’t tolerate his child being mistreated or bullied so you can always turn to him when upset or in need for help, he is emotionally intelligent and protective after all

Angel, on the other hand, is the most affectionate and mindful father you’ll ever meet and have. He isn’t the one to deal out the punishments, he’s the fun one. Playing with his child, giving them unconditional love, support and encouragement but he is also quite protective. He will come running at the drop of a hat

Whilst both Husk and Angel encourage their kid to be independent and not rely so much on them, they aren’t a fan of letting you out on your own. You are still fifteen and therefore, completely vulnerable to this nightmarish hellfire realm called H E double hockey sticks

However, you’re determined to prove to both of your dads that you’re capable of defending yourself and be an adult so you’ve been recently sneaking out of your home and going around Pentagram City. On your own, no protective powerful Overlord father or protective infamous actor father

You’ve been doing it for weeks now. Going behind your dads’ back to prove to yourself, then to anybody, your complete and utter independence… but of course, all good things must end

And both of your dads had caught you escaping the house through the window and your beloved partner, a demon you fell in love with and begun dating in secret, just waiting in the backyard of your home whilst you climb out

Husk is very annoyed and ordering you to explain yourself, not at all happy with what you’ve done whilst Angel is dragging you off the windowsill and is resisting the urge to cry since his heart is broken

Your dads fend off your lover, not wanting to deal with them at this moment whilst they are trying to scold their child for doing this… and yes. This causes a big old fight with your parents. You just wanted to prove that you can handle yourself whilst your dads aren’t happy that you did something so reckless and harmful to yourself

Husk takes a bit longer to own up to his accident. Making you cry and angrily go to bed. You’re nearly a legal adult and they are shackling you… Angel can sense how you feel and immediately apologies for his lashout and tries to encourage his husband to do the same thing

When they do. They talk to you, accepting and encouraging, to try make a compromise inbetween you wanting to go outside at night to have fun with your lover, and talking to them and informing them about your location so you three will be happy

Husk lays down the must text them rule with this accommodation himself and his husband have made for you, their precious baby, that you must follow this at all causes whilst Angel is actually excited about you going to have fun on your own but begs you to inform either himself or his husband if anything bad happens to you

They just love you… please. Give them a break, they’ll try their best to let you do whatever you want on your own… as long as they know you’re okay

“Heartthrob. Do you have your present for your partner? Yes? That’s good. When you get to the party, text me or your father so we know you’re okay. That’s all we ask now. Here, let me finish rolling you up before you go”

“Fluffball! Fluffball! Fluffball! Aww! You look so precious! You’ll blow the competition off the dancefloor and you’ll make that partner of yours’ jaw drop! Make sure to shoot me or your dad a text when you’re there, ‘kay?“

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monimccoythings · 1 year

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Cuteness Overload

Just saw the movie. What a masterpiece. And (spoiler warning) I'm glad they did Charles Martinet justice even though I still think it should have been him voicing Mario. And of course, I'm in love with Jack Black's portrayal of bowser, excellent representation of a good creepy and psychotic villain that stole the entire movie. I loved it so much I'm writing a Y/N fic (My favorite little hoe, but this time is more on the platonic side). This contains a huge spoiler for the movie, specifically the ending. I'd recommend to watch the movie first.

Next Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5

So, a couple of weeks ago your entire neighborhood got destroyed because of some epic anime battle that just casually happened over there. How cool is that? Or how horrible, because thanks to that you just have to take the biggest detour ever known to man to get to work. But hey, at least you had a nice walk.

You getting into the mushroom kingdom was entirely by accident. Yes, you were curious about that new world but never had the time or will to go on a transdimensional travel. Thank goodness there was an open sewer hole laying there (which you completely missed) to help you take the initiative.

If you didn't took into account that nightmarish journey through the tunnels, the Mushroom Kingdom was a pretty interesting place to be. The toads were very friendly and kind fellas, some of them carefully checking you out for injuries and advising you to go see the princess in order to help you get safely home.

Okay, forget about the journey through that cosmic rabbit hole, going up to the castle was way worse. You didn't remember having exercised that much, not even in P.E. You swore your vision was blurry after all that.

Princess Peach was the most loving, kindhearted badass you had the pleasure to meet. That kind angel sent down from heaven upon seeing your miserable state, generously offer you to step in for tea and pastries, while the royal doctor (another toad but this cutie came with a stetoscope and a labcoat) made sure you didn't had seriously injured yourself with the fall.

As dignified and courteous she tried to act. It was obvious she was very excited to meet another person from Brooklyn. Soon you found yourselves engaged in conversation. It felt easy talking to her, like you were talking to an old friend. You suddenly felt very glad you didn't see that sewer hole.

Mario and Luigi stopped by as well, and the second they opened their mouths you recognised them as those two dudes from that dope ass commercial. So they were the ones that were in the middle of the battle in Brooklyn. Good for them, you were glad things turned out great.

You were having the time of your life, they were really chill and easy going people, which put you more at ease. As time passed, you heard the faint sound of a piano being played. When you asked your new friends about it, they just shrugged and Princess Peach gave you a half smile saying that it was her "pet turtle".

Whoah. This was truly a magical place. Her pet turtle played the piano?? And very well by the sound of it. Peach asked you if you wanted to see it. Of course you wanted to see it! Mario and Luigi gave each other uncertain looks, but in the end they just shrugged it off.

After a long walk through the hallways you finally reached a room. The toad guards immediately stepped away when they saw their ruler approach, but gave you a look full of suspicion. Peach softly reassured them.

She opened the door for you and let you in. The room wasn't any different from the castle except that it was completely devoid of any furniture but a single golden cage with THE TINIEST TURTLE PLAYING THE TINIEST PIANO YOU HAD EVER SEEN.

Said turtle was now looking perplexed and midly annoyed that it had been interrupted, but its eyes lighted up when they landed on Peach, who suddenly looked very done and tired. But how could you notice when its mere sight alone was too much for you to bear.

It was SO CUTE. SO DARN CUTE. Cuteness overload. You had died and were sent to adorable heaven where tiny turtles played teeny tiny pianos. You made sure to tell it that several times, making Mario burst out laughing. And it got even better from that moment, because out of that turtle mouth came the most colorful collection of threats and insults in a HIGH PITCHED voice that made your heart melt. Because of course it, he, had a high pitched voice. That only made you gush out more, you loved animals but specially you absolutely adored reptiles.

Mario was literally holding himself against the wall to keep himself from falling for laughing so hard. Luigi was cry laughing and Peach was trying to cover her face, but it was clear that from the way her shoulders rose and went down that she was practically wheezing.

You asked Peach if you could hold him for a while, to which she seriously, or at least she tried to sound serious in the middle of all that laughter, answered that it was too dangerous to let him out. But how could something as darling as that do any wrong? Peach gently pulled you out of the room, but not before you let out a "Bye bye, piano playing turtle, I love you." To a very blushing and mortified turtle.

Turns out that the turtle had comitted war crimes. Very bad war crimes. And even though he was still a little cutie to you, he got what he deserved and shouldn't be let out under any circumstances. Still, you were def going to visit him again.

#bowser x reader #mario movie x reader #y/n #bowser x y/n #bowser x you #bowser #mario movie

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ros3ybabe · 4 months

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Day 32: 90 Day Challenge 🎀

Almost forgot to update for yesterday. Had the worst mental breakdown ever and proceeded to have a terrible nightmarish nap that scared the heck out of me and somehow today was so much better.

🏋‍♀️ Physical Activity

50 minute glute workout in the gym

resisted the urge to binge

🧠 Mental Health

guided Journal in the morning

❤️ Emotional Health

let myself have a good well needed cry

📚 Intellectual Health

nothing honestly that I can remember

🏘 Adulting

zoom called boyfriend

talked to my dad on the phone

started watching a new TV show that wasn't American dad

🥰 Self Love/Care

gently bullied myself into brushing my teeth and washing my face/doing skincare before laying down

morning skincare

full shower + washed hair

Today was really good, so I'm looking forward to updating on that tonigjt/tomorrow morning. I'm also super excited to get my nails done and a haircut on Thursday! Plus I gotta go shopping for some new jeans, a new shirt or two to wear to Christmas Eve dinner with my boyfriend at his dad's house. May just cave in and buy him and I matching Christmas sweaters to be "that couple" for fun. Speaking of, I can't wait to see my man on Saturday <333 I haven't seen him since early October, so getting to spend a week and 2 holidays with him will be absolutely amazing. Hopefully his mom likes the little gifts I got her.

til next time lovelies 🩷

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apuckishwit · 1 year

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platonic stobin and/or any flavor of steddie prompt: Robin might be nosy, but at least she isn't getting caught staring with binoculars around her neck, [insert child's name in italics here].

(Dustin was my first thought but I can see any of them. Except maybe Will; I doubt he'd get caught >:)! )

It's a damn near perfect day.

The sun is shining, warm enough to swim without it being too hot. No one is dying, no one's injured, there are no nightmarish beasts bursting out of the Upside Down (there never will be again and isn't that something Robin feared she'd die before she saw?). No, they're actually having a pleasant day at the quarry, just her, Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle.

"Grownups only, shitheads," Steve had announced when Nancy brought up the idea last week at the Hellfire game night being hosted at his house.

"You're not inviting Hopper and Joyce!" Mike had protested.

"I said grownups, not parents. There's a difference," Steve had fired back smoothly.

"I am at least twice as mature as Argyle," Dustin had squawked.

"Cancelled out by the fact that you annoy me at least three times as much," Steve had said, accepting a somewhat off-target fist bump from Argyle and a mumbled, 'righteous, thanks dude.'

Even Max had been unable to wheedle anything more than a promise to host a pool party at his house before the summer weather broke for good. Eventually, the kids had subsided and the six of them spent the next week planning the perfect day out.

Just a chance to really sit back and revel in the fact that they have their lives back. That they made it through the horrors lurking underneath Hawkins, that they've really beaten it. That Vecna/Henry Creel/One is fucking dead and despite his best efforts, he didn't take any of them with him. A chance to celebrate the fact that they can be stupid kids again for a little while before the ordinary, everyday problems of adulthood start creeping in again.

It's been perfect, so far. The quarry is surprisingly deserted, only a few other groups staked out on the thin strip of beach and all of them far enough apart not to bother each other. There's good food, courtesy of Steve, good beer, courtesy of Jonathan, and though Eddie and Argyle haven't said anything, she fully expects there to be good weed later. They've been crashing in and out of the water for a few hours, and now she and Steve are stretched out on the beach blankets they've spread out, shooting the shit about customers they've had to deal with in Family Video lately and sort of idly discussing what they're going to do when Keith inevitably gets tired of them and Robin's parents start making noises about her going to college after her year off to "process the tragedy of the earthquakes."

Steve's answers are getting slower and slower to come, a full belly, the warm sun, and a run of late shifts this week so he could be free in the mornings to take Max to physical therapy all conspiring against him. She's unsurprised when his voice eventually fades to a soft snore, and she glances over at him fondly, reaching over to ruffle one hand through his hair and laughing when he makes a grumpy, discontented noise before settling again.

She's about to dig around in her bag for the book she's been reading when Eddie comes bounding up out of the water, flipping the bird at Jonathan and Argyle, who are laughing hysterically while Nancy watches on, perched on one of the anchored platforms the city had built around the quarry a couple years ago.

Robin tries very hard (and fails very hard) not to notice how good the other girl looks in her purple and green two-piece.

Eddie opens his mouth as if he's going to call out to them, but snaps it shut abruptly when he catches sight of Steve. It's become one of their unspoken rules--you announce yourself loudly when you're coming up behind Nancy; no sudden, quick movements around Eddie; absolutely nothing resembling a clock chime around Max and Lucas. And if Steve's feeling relaxed enough to fall asleep, you do not wake him up unless it's an emergency.

Eddie slows his steps as he approaches, a quiet look of adoration flashing across his expressive face before he seems to remember she's there and quickly schools his features. It's getting harder and harder to pretend she doesn't notice them, doesn't notice the answering way Steve's eyes just follow Eddie whenever he's not looking. She's promised herself she's not going to say anything until Steve does...Eddie had come out to the group soon after they defeated Vecna, but she knows better than anyone that this is something Steve has to figure out for himself. She has a whole stack of pamphlets and articles about bisexuality on standby, but that's as far as she's letting herself go until Steve broaches the topic.

Although, if they don't get their heads out of their asses by Christmas, she may have to reevaluate. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't getting a little impatient.

"Hey," Eddie says softly, dropping down onto the blanket on Steve's other side, far enough away that he won't drip any of the icy quarry water onto Steve's skin.

"Hey yourself," she answers. "Get tired of being drowned every thirty seconds?"

"Argyle's a dirty cheater," Eddie declares hotly. "That chill, super cool vibe is a front I'm telling you, but no one believes me."

"Mmhmm," she says with a smirk, that softens into an affectionate smile when Steve stirs and turns over at the sound of Eddie's voice, curling onto his side facing Eddie, all without ever waking up.

Eddie's face goes soft and adoring again, almost gooey, and Robin is biting her tongue so hard she's tasting blood. She flicks her sunglasses down over her eyes and pretends to be finding the bushes and trees just off to their side very fascinating so she doesn't have to watch the sickening, ridiculous pining going on two feet away from her. Jesus Christ, at this rate she won't even be mad if Steve gets a boyfriend before she gets a girlfriend.

it is as she's pointedly scanning the treeline that she catches a flicker of movement--too obvious and large to be an animal. She freezes for a split-second, adrenaline flooding her system, and she is opening her mouth to yell out a warning, getting ready to leap to her feet, when a flash of color registers and resolves itself into Dustin Henderson's familiar trucker cap.

The little shit ducks further behind a large bush, and Robin narrows her eyes. He's facing her, Eddie, and Steve, and who knows how long he's been there. She turns to face the water again, taking advantage of the sunglasses to keep her eyes on the spot where Henderson's hiding. Sure enough, after a few seconds, his head pops back up cautiously, something raised to his face.

Oh for pity's sake.

"Hey, I'm gonna run up to the cars and grab some more sunscreen," she says, and jumps to her feet without waiting for an answer.

It's takes her several minutes to work her way out of Henderson's sight and then double back around, and her outfit (a bathing suit, a pair of cutoffs she's pretty sure belong to Steve, and flipflops) isn't really the best for tramping around in trees and brush, but it's worth it when she's able to sneak around behind Henderson and clap a hand down on his shoulder.

He jumps about a foot in the air.

He screams like a girl.

And really?

Robin might be nosy, but at least she's not getting caught staring with binoculars around her neck.

"Robin! Hi! Wow, fancy, uh, fancy meeting you here," Dustin says, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest. God, he really might as well be Eddie's child.

"Whatcha doing, Henderson?" she drawls, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dustin sputters for a second before drawing himself up and planting his hands on his hips. "I...am, am birdwatching. Obviously." He sniffs, a bitchy look settling on his face and Robin has to bite the inside of her cheek not to laugh.

He might as well be Steve's child, too.

"Uh huh." She stares at him, unblinkingly.

He holds her gaze for a good thirty seconds before finally cracking. "Ugh, fine. I was just..."

"Spying?" she supplies helpfully.

"Observing."

She raised an eyebrow. "Observing what, exactly?" She's pretty sure she knows, but she's gonna make him say it, damn it.

She likes Dustin. She likes all the kids (well, okay, sometimes Mike Wheeler gets on her nerves, but he's got a good heart under all the teenage angst...and it's not like he doesn't have a shit ton of reasons to be moody. They all do.) but she'll be the first to admit that she doesn't have near the patience for them that Steve does (and he really does, despite his constant bitching about it).

Dustin's face does a weird little scrunch--one that she has frequently observed on her best friend's face when he's trying to articulate something complicated, Jesus Christ--and then his shoulders slump. "I just thought it was weird that Steve didn't want us tagging along. And then El said maybe you guys all just wanted some privacy, and like...I know Nancy and Jonathan called it quits, so Lucas and I were wondering if maybe Steve was gonna shoot one more shot with her, which, I know you know would be a terrible idea. They care about each other, sure, fine, but I mean...we all watched that shitshow in the RV, you know?" He pauses, out of breath, and Robin keeps her face utterly blank.

She and Dustin don't have a great deal in common, but one trait they do is a tendency to overshare in the face of silence.

"I just don't understand why you and Steve won't just give yourselves a chance!" he blurts out finally. "You two are, like, creepily in tune with each other! You'd be so good together!"

Yup. This again.

"You are weirdly invested in Steve's love life, little dude," she says mildly.

"I am not!" Dustin protests.

Robin levels an unimpressed look at the binculars. Dustin blushes. Finally, though, his face falls, something a little vulnerable entering his expression.

"I just want him to be happy," he mumbles, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "I mean, you too, obviously...and I know you don't, like, owe him anything if you're not interested. I just...don't understand why you're not interested."

And damn it, sometimes the way this kid and her best friend bicker makes it easy to forget how much they really love each other.

She's still not really ready for the group at large to know about her. She knows in her head that no one will have a problem with it--they'd all accepted Eddie. They've accepted the kind of weird 'we're just seeing what develops' vibe Jonathan and Argyle have going on. If she's not misreading things, Will is going to have something to say soon, and El and Max are already trying to subtly let him know they've got his back. She knows these people are safe. It's just...hard. She's going to tell them. Soon. She just needs a little more time.

"Look, Dustin, that's really sweet. But I need you to understand that Steve and I are just friends, okay? We are never going to be more than friends, and we're both happy with that, okay? You need to butt out."

Dustin nods, but she doesn't miss the slightly mutinous look on his face. He really can't stand not to be right. Oh for...

Oh.

Oh wait...

Steve will be pissed. But if it gets Dustin off this fixation on her and Steve dating...

And oh, it might even provide the push Steve needs without her having to break her self-imposed promise not to interfere.

Fuck it. She's gonna lose her mind if she has to watch anymore of this pining.

"Besides, Steve's got his eye on someone else," she says, like it's obvious. Like she can't believe Dustin hasn't noticed.

Dustin takes the bait. "What?! Who?! Shit, he's not shooting his shot with Nance again, is he?"

Robin laughs. "No. No, I can definitely assure you he's not looking at Nancy."

"Then who? Ugh, not another random girl from town? I thought he gave up on that."

"Sorry Henderson, best friend secret privileges. Figure it out. He is not being subtle."

And with that, she swings around and starts marching back to the path that will lead her back to the beach.

"Robin! Robin! Come on, you can't just leave me hanging! Who? Robin!"

Ah well...even if Dustin doesn't bull his way into snapping the tension that's been building between Steve and Eddie, it'll still be hilarious to watch. Serves the little shit right for spying.

"ROBIN!"

#steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic soulmates stobin #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #fic prompt #my writing

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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GIRL NEXT DOOR genre ➳ fluff. love at first sight(?) warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ sungho x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.6k. a/n ➳ surprise... i write for boynextdoor now!!

You were moving from the big city to a small town. You were less than excited. All the streets looked the same to you. Plain houses built in the 60s lined neatly trimmed yards and sidewalks surrounded cul de sacs. It was the picture perfect suburbia— a small town where you would easily meet everyone your age within the first week going to your new school. You were dreading it.

“It’s so stupid that I’m moving. I’d be surprised if my dad’s new clinic is the only one that town has. They basically snatched him up the moment he accepted the offer.” You said bitterly, sipping on bubble tea with your best friend. It would probably be the last time you’d be able to have a bubble tea date with her for a while. Your heart sank at the thought.

“You’ve spent your entire life here… it’s a shame.” She sympathised, “But, you know what happens when you’re a new girl coming to a small town?”

“What?”

“You’re popular with the cute boys.” She teased.

“Come on- I’d be very surprised if I had anyone with a crush on me. I’ve never been popular.” You said, cringing as it brought back memories of your middle school years. You had gone through crush after crush, never landing on a proper relationship and always being rejected in the most humiliating way until eventually, you learned your lesson. When you got to high school, you forced yourself to stop being interested in boys. The couples making out in the hallway were enough to deter you, though. You would rather die than be that gross in public with your boyfriend. You weren’t one for PDA, that’s for sure.

“New kids either become popular, or stay quiet. There’s nothing about you not to like, so I think you have a good chance at becoming popular.” She reasoned. You thought about it. Your friend was rarely wrong. That’s what was so annoying about her. She was always right about everything. Maybe she would be right about this too.

Your phone binged with a text from your mom and you sighed, “Shit, I’d better go. The movers are here and I need to help move the boxes into the truck.”

“Alright. You’d better text me and call me when you get there. I want a house tour and everything. I’m still your best friend even if I’m 4 hours away.” She smiled and you returned it.

“I’ll keep in touch with you, don’t worry. I’ll text you later! Bye!!” You waved at her and jogged off.

Your family’s apartment had been filled with boxes for almost 2 weeks. Your mom was obsessed with having everything ready to go in advance to reduce the stress. This, of course, only increased your stress every time you looked at your bedroom’s plain walls and brown cardboard boxes stacked on the floor in place of your dresser and desk.

You had transferred all your clothes to a suitcase a week prior after having to sort through them and donate everything that was too small or that you didn’t wear often enough. Fashion had always been something you were interested in and you were already dreading the fashion atrocities you might see in a small town. You doubted they would have good clothes stores either.

You spent the rest of the day hauling boxes into the truck and struggling to help your dad lift the heavy things with the movers. Since you were just slightly stronger and more able bodied than your mom, you had no choice but to help. Moving armchairs down the stairs would be a nightmarish experience that you would remember for weeks, no doubt.

When everything was packed, you collapsed on the floor, tired and muscles aching. You looked around your empty apartment. The walls looked so bare and lonely without your mothers paintings on them. It looked way too clean and way too different. Your entire childhood had been spent living here. 17 years in this old trusty apartment complex.

You remember going over to the lady next door for tea when you were little. She would tell you about her matchmaking business and all the cute couples she had been responsible for. She promised one day to set you up with someone… looks like that plan wouldn’t be working out after all.

You stood up and walked over to her door. You hoped she was there. You wanted to say goodbye before you left tomorrow. Maybe she would offer you tea just like when you were 7.

Sungho peeked out his window with curiosity. The house next to his that had been inhabited by a sweet old couple had finally been sold. He had overheard his parents talking about the new family moving in. Apparently they were going to start a clinic since the father was a family doctor. Sungho wasn’t interested in that, though. What piqued his curiosity was his parents saying that the couple had a daughter. A daughter around his age.

When they had first brought up the topic over dinner, Sungho had shrugged off their teasing about a cute girl moving in. But now he was anxiously looking out his window every 5 minutes, waiting for the moving truck to pull into the driveway of the house.

His father and him were going to help the new family move in. Sungho’s mother had told him it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce himself to you. He was nervous with butterflies in his stomach at the thought. It wasn’t everyday that a new family moved into town. It was a very rare occurrence.

Soon he spotted the red car driving up the cul de sac with a moving truck following closely behind it. He gulped and fixed his hair in the mirror before running down the stairs. He joined his father outside and went through introducing themselves to your father.

He peeked at the car again, wondering if you had already stepped out. You hadn’t, but you soon did. Sungho wished you hadn’t, because shit you were pretty. He gulped and gave your father a smile before offering to grab one of the boxes. He could feel his cheeks heating up the longer he stared at you and forced himself to shake off his stare and look elsewhere. He hoped he didn’t make his pink cheeks too obvious, but he was pretty sure you hadn’t even noticed him yet. Maybe that was for the best.

“Y/n, come introduce yourself to the neighbours!” Your mother called with a smile on her face as she talked to Sungho’s parents.

You groaned and walked over, keeping your head down for the most part. You hoped they weren’t some country bumpkins who would insist on your family joining the town’s monthly potluck after a church service.

“Hello, Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mrs. Park,” You nodded with a slightly forced smile. The lady seemed nice, honestly, but you weren’t in the best mood for socialising. You desperately wanted to set up the wi-fi at your new house so you could text your friend, but your parents would scold you if they knew that was the only thing you were thinking.

“And this is Sungho. You two are the same age.” Mrs. Park said happily, beckoning Sungho over to say hello. You looked up, slightly intrigued by what the boys were like in this new town. And Sungho did not disappoint. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. Very handsome.

“Hi.” You smiled and waved a little. He waved back with a little lopsided smile that you could only assume was out of nervousness. He looked nice dressed in a denim jacket and hair brushed back but still a little messy from the light breeze tousling it. He must have caught you staring cause his smile widened slightly making his eyes crinkle into a cute eye smile. Fuck, why did you think he was cute?

Sungho and his dad helped move the heavy stuff into your new house. You were relieved the task wasn’t placed on you this time. While they were busy, you walked through the house, adjusting to the thought that this was your new home. Your room was bigger than before and even had a big window facing the Park’s house. Your brain automatically wondered whether it was Sungho’s room that you could see through your window. If all the houses in this town were built similarly, then it could be the case.

“Your room looks nice.” You turned around to Sungho with a big box in his hand. He set it down on the hardwood floor with a smile. “Do you want help unpacking?”

“Uh, sure! I’m not the strongest so… getting my bed and dresser in here would be a struggle.” You admitted.

“I’ll grab them for you.”

After your first night in your new house you realised that Sungho’s bedroom was indeed the one facing yours. He stayed up late, just like you. It was around 6 weeks later and both your lights were on still, even though it was around 11 pm. You were lying on your bed, trying to count sheep to help you fall asleep. Except all your sheep strangely morphed into Sungho because he was all you could think of.

Your family had eaten dinner with the Parks a lot of times so far, and you would say you were fairly adjusted to the new town. You didn’t go out much unless it was for a bike ride or to the library, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Since it was still summer and you were too introverted to want to go out and hunt for friends, the only person who you knew was Sungho. You talked a lot in your backyard or his. You caught him wearing a necklace that you had wanted for a long time and found out he was interested in fashion as well from the encounter.

It was like the most you discovered about him, the more you had in common. You even liked the same idol groups and were fans of the same authors. How did you even manage to get this lucky with your neighbour? Plus, the more you hung around him, the more you thought he was cute.

You peeked out your window to see if he was visible from his window. He was. He was sitting at his desk and the lamp on it perfectly illuminated his face so you could see all the details of it.

“I should’ve asked for his number by now, darnit.” You mumbled to yourself. You hadn’t thought of it before since you lived right next to each other, but it wasn’t like you could go over this late at night. You’d have to improvise. You thought for a second before searching through one of your unpacked boxes for your sketchbook. Usually you would doodle outfits that you thought you would look good in in this sketchbook, but for now, it was going to serve a different purpose. You got out a sharpie and started writing in large, easy to read text.

Do you stay up late a lot?

You thought it would be awkward to put a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ so you stuck to a question that he could answer. It took some courage to stand where he could see you from his window and hold up the sign, but you managed.

It didn’t take very long for him to look up from his desk and notice the sign. You watched him read it and then make eye-contact with you, his charming smile overtaking his features again. He stood up and went somewhere else in his room, presumably to grab paper and a pen. Soon he was back and he held up the sign in response to yours.

Yeah. If it bothers you that my light is on, I can turn it off :)

It doesn’t bother me. I usually stay up late as well.

He smiled again, looking down at his desk as his cheeks tinted a bit. He hoped you didn’t notice. Was it weird that he already liked you so much? He was suddenly reminded of how his past crush had been stolen by another boy right in front of his eyes. His friends had told him he hadn’t been direct enough and that was why she had chosen someone more straightforward. But he had just been too shy to confess directly. He didn’t want to repeat that mistake again, so he took a breath and gathered some stored up courage, picking up his pen again.

Can I have your number?

He held up the sign nervously, one hand anxiously fiddling with his shirt as he waited for your response. You shouldn’t be too opposed, right?

I was just about to ask you! It’s *** *** **** :)

You were smiling as widely as he was which both calmed his heart and made it beat faster. What if you liked him too? What if you thought he was cute? What if he had the same effect that you had on him? He shook off all of his thoughts, telling himself that he was getting ahead of himself.

He carefully copied your number into a new contact and sent a simple ‘hey, it’s sungho’ to make sure he got it down correctly. You felt almost giddy receiving the first text from him. You had given your number to your crush just like that? And he had asked you for it? The thought had your cheeks heating up again.

It was past 1 and you were still texting him. It was hard to want to stop, he was just so cute, even over text. Whenever he thought he overstepped, he would apologise so fast until you told him that it was fine. It felt different from talking to him over the past 6 weeks. It felt way more like talking to a crush than talking to a friend, which didn’t help your bad case of lovesickness.

When you started to yawn, you decided you should probably say goodnight to him. He must be tired as well.

i’m a bit tired, i think i’m gonna go to sleep for the night - Y/n 1:21am

ok! sleep well, y/n!! - Sungho 1:21am

btw - Y/n 1:21am

yeah? - Sungho 1:22am

you’re really cute - Y/n 1:22am

goodnight! - Y/n 1:22am

You turned off your phone quickly, eyes a bit wide as you wondered why you had sent that last text. Where did you even get the confidence? God, what if he thought you were weird. He probably only saw you as a friend, or worse, the new annoying neighbour girl. You groaned at your stupidity and peeked at your phone again. He had read the text, but hadn’t replied.

“Shit, I really messed up.” You felt like smacking your head against the wall. What were you thinking?!

I think you’re cute too - Sungho 1:26am

You blinked, and then blinked again. Oh. You put down your phone and shut your eyes, willing yourself to go to sleep and not think about it too much. You could always wake up tomorrow and realise that this was a whole big misunderstanding or something. There was no way that Sungho really thought you were cute, right? But what if he did?

You opened your eyes again, looking at the texts with him again.

sleep well cutie <3 - Sungho 1:27am

You failed to get to sleep that night. So did Sungho.

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that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast · 1 month

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𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

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Warnings - None

Word count - 820

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - Darby comes home to find you curled up in the corner.

A/n - my neurodivergent ass hates storms so I'm basing this off of what I would want.

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Darby had been gone for a couple of weeks by now. It was understandable. It was Sting's last match, so the situation was understandable. Sure, you had been missing him, but you both still called every day and spent the early hours of the morning texting each other, so the pain of Darby's absence wasn't quite as harsh.

However, the night he was due to return home, which was supposed to be much more dream like, ended up being far more nightmarish. It was starting to get late, and Darby was still not home. He sent you a text saying that there was a traffic jam and he would only be about 20 minutes longer. On the surface, that didn't seem too bad. Until it wasn't.

About 25 minutes after Darby had sent the message, he finally stepped through the front door and into the warm house. His facepaint was almost completely gone , and the remains of it smudged and running down his neck as a result of the pouring rain and storm outside. He called your name out as he put his stuff down by the door, yet no reponse. All the lighst were turned off, but that was most likely due to the storm cutting the power. Darby started looking throughout the house, calling you name, becoming increasingly worried when he couldn't find you.

Eventually darby made it to the main bedroom. He slowly pushed the door open hearing a faint frightened whimper coming from the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to the corner where there was something covered by a blanket. Slowly and carefully he lifted the blanket to see your little face. You had tears streaming down your face, you entire body shivering and your breathing shaky and unsteady. Your arms clutched a black cat toy to your chest. Worst of all, you had your eyes squeezed shut and you didn't seem to notice Darby, too frightened to pay attention to your surrondings.

Darby put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. You gave a pettrified yelp before looking up and hugging him tightly. "Shhhhh, I've got you, princess. What's got you so upset, hmm?" Before you could mumble out an answer, a loud crash of thunder outside made you jump ,yelp, and hide your face in his chest. Darby stroked your hair, realising your cause of fear. He was used to this, having a little sister that hated storms as well.

He sighed and rubbed your back before picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Without saying a word, he set you down on the counter ,grabbed some headphones, and placed them on you. Darby connected his phone to the headphones and passed it to you ,not wanting to startle you with the music. You wrapped yourself around him again as Darby carried you back upstairs. The whole time, he rubbed your back soothingly.

Soon enough, you were both laid in the warmth of your bed. You had curled up in Darby's arms, trying your best to stay awake. Soon enough, you fell asleep, your cat toy falling into Darby's lap. He smiled and tucked it under your arm. Darby was gonna fight off that fear of storms. He was gonna protect you from them. He'd protect you from anything, in fact, just like he'd promised when you started dating.

The next morning, Darby got out of the bed ,cautious not to disturb you. He glanced out the window and saw the storm had caused the fences to rip apart ,as well as a small tree being ripped out the ground, now laying sidways. He glanced back at you and sighed. "No wonder you got that worked up." You soon started to stir from your sleep, glancing up at Darby, who now had you in his lap, stroking your hair gently. "Morning beautiful, you feel better after last night?" You nodded before mumbling an embarrassed apology. Darby looked at you confused. "Well, aren't adults supposed to ot be afraid of storms?" Darby narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly, still puzzled by the outrageous statement. You soon realised that what you were saying was infanct nonsense.

After that day, you always had a pair of headphones within reach when the wether took a turn, and of course, if he was there, Darby would help you take your mind off of it. Giving you reassuring words and rubbing your back. He always stuck to his word.

#darby allin #fluff #angst #aew #fanfiction #neurodivergent #imagines #darby allin fic #darby allin x reader

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 3 months

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My Ocean Deep is very close to being completed and I expect to have the final three chapters up by the end of this weekend. Because apparently I need to have a multi-chapter fic going or I literally die, I'm starting to think about which idea bouncing around in my head I want to do next! Help me decide?

The Strange Second Life of Stede Bonnet. After a near-death experience as a child, Stede's been able to see ghosts. Ever since he was a teenager, Ed's had horrifying visions of his father's ghost. They're the first people to ever believe each other about their experiences, and by the time the story starts, they're already married and established paranormalists - ghosts are so rare most people think their schtick is just debunking haunted places. When they stumble upon a real haunting, it dredges up demons from their pasts, and they have to find the cause of the haunting before it's too late for both of them.

What Really Happened. Ed and Stede are married and telling the story of how they met to their grandkids. They tell the story as it happened in the show, with lots of pirates and violence to keep the kids intertained. The story itself is about the "true" story of Ed and Stede meeting while running competing coffee shops, with everything translated appropriately comedically. Very silly and light-hearted - instead of marooning the crew, Ed just locks them out of the coffee shop; instead of beating him to death, Jim just fuckin nails Ed in the forehead with a bag of coffee beans; etc.

Happily Ever After. A subversion of the "murder at the inn" stories that have become (unfortunately) common after s2, where the inn is a bit nightmarish for Ed because he's struggling to adapt to suddenly not being stuck in piracy and being able to choose his own way forward. He struggles to believe that everything is really alright and they're okay, and convinces himself that they're in danger and he'll never be able to keep Stede safe. Featuring Izzy's ghost in a similar vein to Nigel's ghost, only a bit more sinister.

It'll probably be a couple weeks before any of these goes up, but they're the ideas that have been outlined and that I'm bouncing around! Thoughts?

#ofmd #our flag means death

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sirenspells · 4 months

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WIPs and abandoned projects (March 2021-December 2023)

Info on each one (as well as what the songs/audio sources are):

The song playing in the intro and outro is Dianthus Nardiformis from the Dreaming Mary OST.

19: March 2021. Okay so this one's not actually a work in progress. I made this on my 19th birthday, the joke being that the singer just says 19 then it ends. I think I thought it was kinda dumb so I didn't end up actually posting it. Also features a sona I had before Cress that I never really got attached to, so she was barely used. Song is 19 by Old 97's.

Lonely Holiday: July 2021. This has the honor of being the first OMORI mv I ever attempted. I started this on a whim while bored out of my mind dogsitting for a couple weeks, and I kinda just lost interest in it. Dunno if I'll go back to it. Song is Lonely Holiday by Old 97's.

Numb: July 2021. Another one I started while dogsitting, and another one I kinda just lost interest in, but I absolutely want to revisit it someday because it's an idea I've had for a while and still really want to do. Song is Numb (Linkin Park Cover) by Robyn Adele Anderson.

The Artist: December 2021. I stopped working on this one because doing everything manually frame-by-frame got really annoying and I started to hate working on it. I dunno why I did the zoom in manually but it looks bad, lol. The entire MV would have been just this verse of the song because I thought it really fit Basil and Omori. Tbh I still like how this looks and I may come back to it. Song is The Artist by The Hush Sound.

Higher: February 2022. It's the animation meme. I actually posted this wip a while ago but I'm still gonna include it here for completion's sake. This was really just storyboard practice, so I don't have much of an interest in completing it beyond this. It's Omori Strikers AU (my omori x persona 5 crossover au) and it's basically about Omori's identity issues due to being Sunny's Shadow. The quality's really bad on this one, for some reason iMovie refused to export it in a higher quality than this, I don't know why. Song is High by SIVIK.

Little Sunbeam: February 2022. This MV would have centered on the omari au, and beyond this it'd switch to Mari's pov and take on different palettes. Doing that text effect made working on this very annoying and would make my art program lag a lot so I lost interest in working on it. I might revisit this one, though I'd have to rework the original idea I had now that my perception on the common omari au has changed lol. Song is Little Sunbeam by Eleisha Eagle.

Nightmarish: April 2022. This MV would technically be a remake of one I made in 2020. Same song, same color palette, but with a completely new media. Part of wanting to work on this is wanting to spread Dreaming Mary propaganda cause I love it and I think people who like OMORI will like Dreaming Mary as well. Also I love this song. I definitely wanna go back to this one at some point. Song is Nightmarish from the Dreaming Mary OST.

Keep You Safe: July 2022. Like Higher I also posted this wip before but will still include it here. I absolutely want to go back to this one someday because I still really like the idea I have for it. Fun fact, for those who remember this piece, that was based on this MV, but it's not like you can tell based on what's shown here. Song is Keep You Safe by The Crane Wives.

Four Walls: August 2022. Amnesiac Omori MV, what would have been his youtube introduction if I hadn't stopped working on it and then made When Am I Gonna Lose You. I think I kinda just lost interest in this one, though I wanna go back to it at some point I think. Song is Four Walls (The Ballad of Perry Smith) by Bastille.

Someone Gets Hurt: January 2023. Amnesiac omori again babey!! Animatic that would have taken place after he regains his memories, where he's basically really angry and lashes out at Sunny and Stranger. Might revisit this one. Song is Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise) from the Mean Girls musical.

Uhh some shitpost: February 2023. Silly thing, it's a shame I stopped working on it before it actually got to the main funny part. I dunno if I'll go back to this one. Audio from @/tylergaca on twitter.

Jealous: March 2023. Animation meme. It would've been about Sunny and Mari in my pmd au and the leadup to the incident. It took me a while to get that second shot right and I still really don't like it. Do wanna revisit this one cause I love angst surrounding these two so much I love them in pmd au GRAHHH. Song is Jealous by Eyedress (slowed down).

Stranger lipsync test: May 2023. This was way too difficult as a lipsync test so I gave up on it, though I still like the animation for it. Also this is a pretty good contender for headcanon voice for Stranger I'll be real. Audio is from Persona 5 Royal.

Propaganda: August 2023. Amnesiac omori au storyboard that I do actually wanna make into a completed thing. This is very spoilery so my master plan is to not explain what's happening. Muah hah hah >:3c. Also once again iMovie exported this in a really bad quality for some reason. Song is Propaganda by Kill J.

Alter's Rant: December 2023. One more amnesiac omori animatic for the road. Once again it's really spoilery but it's basically Alter and Omori's final confrontation. I have more done than what's shown here but I wanna keep it a surprise for when I finish it, which should hopefully be soon >:3c. Also this one also got hit by iMovie's low quality curse. Song is Eva's Rant from Bring It On The Musical.

#woe. wip compilation be upon ye #siren art

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comfymoth · 8 months

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(duckspiderbit anon) It can be nightmarish... but the hilarity of their dynamics combined and the sudden unexpected sweet moments they share at times make them perfect. Would LOVE to hear your thoughts on them btw, I'm very interested :D

anon i just want you to know that i have been trying to answer this ask since i woke up, i just apparently cannot talk about these fuckers without writing a novel, i am So Sorry.

i’m gonna try to be as short as i possibly can (spoiler warning it’s still not short IM SORRY) but like, basically. basically. in my head, right, in the version of events that lives in my head— roier and quackity already have a history. not exactly dating, just fooling around “as friends”, but it makes their friendship now very overly-familiar. they’re very touchy, very flirty, but at this point it’s all just playful. they’re just very comfortable with each other, you know? they’re best friends! and what best friends Aren’t this close, huh?

and cellbit isn’t fully aware of whatever they had going on before he knew them, but he knows there’s something he missed, like an inside joke he’ll never quite understand. and it’s not like that bothers him, exactly? because him and roier are completely secure, there’s never been a couple more fucking obsessed with each other, he knows he has zero reasons to feel threatened. it’s more like— he knows quackity is always going to special to roier, in this weird way, so they are just stuck with him. for better or worse. me and you and your friend steve, just a little bit, that’s kind of the vibe.

but it’s not like quackity and cellbit don’t also have their own share of familiarity. not nearly to the same extent, obviously, but they are familiar. cellbit gave him partial custody of his child, they’ve taken each others sides in disputes over how to raise said child, richas calls quackity pa, they are very much already stuck with each other anyways.

so like. what do you even do with that. right? what do you call your husband’s not-quite-ex and your co-parent, what does that make him to the two of you. and how is that impacted by the fact that he’s always desperately hitting on you both?

so again, in my head, in my head— i think it Has to be a slow burn with them. because quackity has baggage around relationships, right, he’s had a history of chasing romance just because he thinks it will fix him or make him feel something, and he needs time to cool off on that first. now, he never cools off on the flirting, i don’t think he ever physically could, but he needs to be okay with it not going anywhere. and i think spiderbit needs time to warm up to the opposite idea, that it might actually go somewhere. but over time they do. over time, quackity just worms his way into more and more of their life until they’ve basically made him a part of it without saying. they fall into comfortable routines. cellbit gets used to roier and quackity’s teasing, he starts to join in on it. over time, all the joke flirting just stops really being a joke, and all the friendly affection just escalates and escalates until they finally have to acknowledge what they’re doing.

they’re all very stupid about it. cellbit brings it up to roier first, who is somehow embarrassed because he thought they were all just joking and he was the only one catching feelings which he did NOT wanna think too hard about. they have a talk about what this means for them, come to an agreement, bring it up to quackity— who also somehow thought this was a bit and that they were just doing it all to tease him! and then, somehow, they’re both surprised when he says yes, because they couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. morons all around. they do have braincells, they just short circuit when they’re in a room together, it’s very sad and very comical

i actually…. okay, i Actually might’ve started writing the world’s most self indulgent oneshot about them, like… three or four weeks ago? idk, it was before school started so a bit ago, and i’m just never gonna finish it now i’ve accepted that but i Might just turn part of it into a comic. idk. idk we’ll see ahdkdjd if i don’t get too embarrassed to actually do it

anyways i’m sorry i talked so much i just have demons okay i have demons. and i didn’t even TALK about festa junina or “go take care of him” I MADE SO MANY CUTS GUYS I DID!!!!!

#long post #qsmp #duckspiderbit #sure that’s what we can call them. that works

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sephoria-paige · 6 days

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The Story of Marabel’s Past

**This is my OC for Hazbin Hotel, Marabel. Character reference sheet/design coming soon!**

TW: mention sexual abuse, imprisonment, and generally bad times for this poor character

Part I

In her childhood, Marabel was a sweet and curious child. She was born in the southern United States to a mother who came from a long line of witches, and a father who worked on the railroads. Marabel’s mother made her young life whimsical within the walls of their quaint cottage. She taught Marabel how to properly plant seeds, care for them, and eventually she taught her daughter how to harness her magic- enhancing the growth of whatever she may plant. Marabel enjoyed having a small garden of her own, growing various flowers of several different colors, and perhaps a vegetable if she was lucky. Marabel’s mother showed her many small wonders, magical party tricks, and how to befriend the creatures of the earth.

Tragedy struck the family when their mother died during childbirth; Marabel was only eight years old when her father, herself and her five other siblings stood at the funeral for their mother and infant sister. To say their family struggled to make ends meet would be an ignorant understatement. It became increasingly more difficult to put food on the table for six hungry, growing children.

Marabel’s older brothers eventually joined their father on the railroads to help make what meager money they could. Their father resorted to something truly unthinkable after a couple particularly rough weeks when the foreman caught a glimpse of a picture of Marabel, the eldest daughter. Watching her childhood home slowly shrink in the distance, with tears silently rolling down her cheeks, would be a memory she would not soon forget.

The carriage took her away to a train station, where Marabel marveled at the large mechanical beasts before being hurriedly ushered onto a train bound eastward. The railroad foreman secretly dealt in the trade of children on the black market, making a profit off her by selling her to a couple who claimed to be burdened with infertility. The couple brought her to their home where they housed two other boys who Marabel discovered were the couple’s biological children.

She was given a couple sets of ragged dresses as it was made clear she was here to work for the owners of the house. Her days ran unbelievably long as they exploited her for manual labor, household chores, and anything else they could think of. The meals they allowed her were bland, lacking any fresh ingredients or proper nutrition. As difficult as life became after her mother died… This house was truly one of horrors. Many nights she stared into the unwavering darkness in the witching hour, wondering why her father had sold her. Had he not loved her enough to keep her and make something work? Did he know where she was now? She spent many sleepless nights fruitlessly attempting to accept the reality that she would never know why.

The woman was harsh and unforgiving. She scolded Marabel often with lashes and isolation if she was especially furious- those days Marabel was given only one bland meal a day. She knew not what the man did for work, but whatever it was it took him out of the house. When he did return his cruelty matched that of his wretched wife. Abusive, irrational, unrelenting. There were days he returned particularly cross, and if Marabel was within his sights he dragged her out to the barn where no one could hear her protests, and he forced himself upon her, defiling her. The years of abuse taught Marabel that it was in her best interest to detach herself from her nightmarish reality. During the unspeakable acts she endured she would imagine herself anywhere else to bring her a modicum of comfort.

In the good moments she found solace in the forest nearby the house she dwelled in. Recalling the memories of her outdoor adventures with her mother, growing flowers and living in harmony with the woodland creatures. Over time, Marabel befriended new small creatures- one white rabbit in particular that would appear whenever she would escape the house in search of refuge in nature.

Marabel learned to be obedient in the eyes of her abusers, perceptively noting certain particulars that would incite their wrath, consciously avoiding them for her own well being. There were plenty of times her efforts were fruitless, as nothing seemed to truly protect her from their cruelty. In her young naivety Marabel found herself craving their praise, almost as a last-ditch effort to make her life easier- what little control she could muster. She miserably tried to present herself as docile and obedient, showing them the ‘good behavior’ she thought they wanted, which became wholly confusing when the man of the house would steal her away to ravish her young body. Conflicting emotions raged within when her thoughts raced and sleep evaded her- she came to question her very existence in this hell.

After a particularly stressful day of verbal abuse from the woman and an ill-fated encounter with the man of the house, Marabel escaped to her sanctuary in the forest, but as soon as she was just beyond the tree line she fell to her knees, clutching her chest. The uncontrollable feeling of panic grew as she heaved each breath- despair, self-loathing- Mara felt disgusted when she saw her reflection. All she could see was a shell of a person- a person whose body was nothing more than a commodity to the people who owned her. In the weeks and months following, these feelings would return to haunt Marabel, forcing her to adapt when she could not manage an escape to her woodland haven. She hid behind corners, finding nooks and crannies in the house to hide away, even if just for a moment, never truly getting accustomed to the near-constant anxiety.

As Marabel grew into an older teenager, she began a ritual of sneaking away some nights. The nights she was able to sneak out, she would prepare by slipping valerian root into the nighttime hooch of the man and woman of the house. At first it was to guarantee time to visit her modest sanctuary, spending time with her woodland companions to bask in the moonlight, miles away from the property she lived on. Many months passed until Marabel thought of something truly daring. She had stolen a map from the house, locating a city a few more miles away from the house, away from her sanctuary. Distance be damned, Marabel had made up her mind to prepare for her next adventure- the biggest one yet, for it was too good to pass up. Each time she made her escape thereafter she would add more valerian root, masked by the alcohol in their cups, and traveled farther and farther, becoming more familiar with the land as she ventured.

One night Mara found herself on the outskirts of the largest city she had ever seen, wandering until a smallish building caught her attention, bustling with loud music and echoing crowds of people. She had never seen such a place before, and her curiosity got the better of her as she located a small window on the far side of the building. Trying her best to appear discreet, Marabel peeked over the edge of the window, her eyes immediately drawn to a stunning blonde woman singing on a stage in front of a small band, who was just outside her spotlight.

The music was loud and lively; the voice of the blonde woman complimenting the instruments perfectly as Mara stared, enthralled with her beautiful singing. Her face flushed as she continued watching, butterflies fluttering within her as she noticed the woman was quite attractive in her sparkly dress. With all her attention on the alluring performer, Mara failed to notice she had caught the attention of a patron of the bar.

He eyed her curiously as she watched the show, oblivious to his prying gaze. A moment of distraction pulled his attention away long enough for her to disappear by the time he turned back to look for her, for she had vanished as mysteriously as she had appeared. The patron man discreetly excused himself from the bar, rounding the corner of the building in an attempt to follow the strange girl. Alas, he was met with an empty clearing, and she was nowhere to be found as he was left lingering, wondering who she was.

Marabel returned to the farm after her long journey back only to be blindsided by an outcome she had failed to account for all the nights she made her escape. The man and woman of the house were awake and furious when Mara walked through the entrance door in the hours of the early morning. The punishment was severe- two weeks in isolation. Under the farmhouse, separate from the house they lived in, was an unfinished basement area with a rusty cot in the corner to serve as a bed, cuffs welded onto the headboard and footboard.

There was no light in the basement where Marabel was trapped all day and night, subject to the perverted whims of the man and eventually his sons later on, for the first time ever. There was no escape from their indulgences; even when they left her alone all she would do is ruminate in her thoughts, feeling suffocated by the darkness. Eventually she began to feel anger- anger toward the cruel people who bought her, anger toward her father for selling her, toward the world for allowing all of these horrible things to happen to her, toward her mother... for dying and leaving her all alone.

She paced the room back and forth, back and forth, balling her fists in a rage-induced fit of despair– she lashed out into the nothingness– a momentary relief from the strife she held within her. It wasn’t enough. The hatred she harbored spilled over her threshold for restraint as she screamed into the abyss, clenching her fists until she felt the familiar slick of blood running down her skin. Her mind swirled; she sank to her knees, holding her head in her bloody hands as she contemplated her sanity. However there was too much adrenaline coursing through her to sit still as she opted to stand once again. Blind with the desire to lash out, she swung into the darkness once more– only this time she was astonished by the flame that left her fingers, scorching the stone wall that she had narrowly missed. Marabel froze, shock written on her face as she stared in disbelief, the last flicker of flame dying at her bare feet, swallowing the room in shadow.

She had never produced anything like fire before.

A pang of fear shot through her core as the discovery of this power sunk in. For once in her young life, Marabel felt she had a chance to have some power of her own. It also wasn’t too bad to be her own self-sufficient heater during the cold nights. From that moment on, Marabel leaned into her anger, giving herself permission to harness the energy that came with it, for it made her feel truly powerful. Her anger and resentment fueled her flames when she practiced in secret– even after her eventual release from the basement.

One day she saw her chance. It had been months since her last escape that landed her in a fortnight-long punishment. The man and woman of the house had returned from a rare night out together, drunk off their asses. They, as well as their sons, slept like the dead that night as Mara tiptoed around the house, igniting small, flammable items as she made her way to the front door. She ran as fast as she could towards the forest, only occasionally looking back to see the light of the fire grow brighter as it engulfed the first floor of the house.

As soon as she felt she was safely away from the growing fire, she turned to admire her work. If she focused she could hear the frantic screams filled with fear as the family woke to the fire creeping outside their bedrooms. Marabel rested against a large cypress tree for a while, watching the structure collapse and the screams die out. The happiness she felt as she realized she was finally free of their torment was all too fleeting as she sighed, turning her back to the destruction she caused.

This was hardly the end for her as she started on her journey of newfound freedom, not once looking back. She had vowed to live life for herself; that she would rely on no one beside herself.

Her conviction was strong, and she spent several weeks out in the wilderness alone, fending for herself somewhat easily. Until one day, she heard strange noises coming from the direction of a clearing in the woods– finding a group of women dressed all in black, candles burning in their palms, standing in a circle around a severed goat’s head, pooled in blood. Marabel watched from the shadows as they performed what seemed to be some sort of ritual– right up until the moment she was blinded by a bag thrown over her head, her captor dragging her towards the clearing she had been spying on.

“Who is this? An outsider?”

#hazbin hotel #original character #vivziepop #vivzieverse #hellaverse #hazbin #my writing #sephwrites #criticism welcome #but please be nice #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x oc #x OC

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ricky-tiki-tah · 2 months

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Glamrock Freddy Through The Ball Pit Part 3

Evan pushed a hand to his mouth in hopes of stifling his sobs when he heard his doorknob jiggle. The other hand held his flashlight, the flickering beam pointed at the the door the noise had come from. If he was lucky, and very, very quiet, maybe the nightmarish animatronic would go away.

He barely managed to stifle another sob and turn off his light in hopes of staying hidden, when the door creaked open. This was it, he was going to die. Evan hugged Fredbear to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see himself eaten.

“Ev?”

That was definitely not an animatronic. Evan’s eyes shot open and he was already pulling Michael towards his bed before his brain had the time to process that his brother was there.

“Hey, hey Evan, w-w-what’s wrong?” Mike asked, bumping onto the bed with the speed the younger boy pulled him over to it before he sat at the foot of the bed.

“Be quiet!” Evan’s voice was barely audible, but definitely terrified. “They’ll hear you!”

Mike blinked in confusion, getting nothing but question marks from Freddy. “Who’ll hear m-me?”

“Bonnie, and Chica!” Evan was sobbing almost silently now. He jumped up, flashed the light in the closet before closing the doors a moment, flashed the light again, then returned to the floor at the foot of the bed. “And Foxy.”

Mike was confused. Chica and Foxy were still only drawings, Father and Uncle Henry had only just gotten started on the blueprints a couple weeks before. “How?

Evan shrugged. “I dunno. But they’re even worse that your drawings. Like… like metal monsters!”

Seeing how terrified Evan was, Mike decided to investigate. Evan may be a scaredy cat, but if there’s one thing Mike knew, it was that Evan was not a liar. He stood up, against Freddy’s advice, and stepped over to the closed door.

“I do not think potentially fighting off a nightmarish animatronic is a very good idea.” Freddy said, his wary tone blaring through Mike’s head.

“Don’t worry, we’ll b-be fine. He’s just dreaming.” Mike mumbled back as quietly as possible. He opened the door a bit only to recoil in shock when the distinct sound of breathing echoed near his ear. He slammed the door shut in shock, his eyes going wide. “W-w-what was that-t?!”

“I told you! It’s the animatronics!” Evan was wiping his eyes, joining them at the door. He put his ear up against it before opening it and shining his light out a moment. “You can’t keep the door closed, they’ll come in if you close it for no reason.”

Now that sounded terrifying. Mike wondered how he made it to Evan’s bedroom at the rate he was watching the newly seven year old run around his room, shining his light and closing his door.

“I am not sensing any animatronics on the premises.” Freddy noted after a few minutes of silence.

“Wait, w-what?” Mike asked, frowning in confusion and completely forgetting to whisper.

Evan glanced back at him, holding the closet door closed. “What’s ‘what’ Mikey?” He hissed.

“No I-I wasn’t— Freddy what are y-you talking about?” Mike ignored the horrified squeak from Evan in favor of trying to figure out what Freddy meant.

“I am still able to… sense other animatronics.” Freddy explained. “And I am not sensing any in this house.”

“Then what a-a-are those things?!”

“I do not know…”

Now Evan was looking at them in confusion. “Mikey, who are you talking to?”

“Uh…”

“He is t-talking to me.” Freddy pushed forward, waving to Evan who only looked confused and slightly scared.

“Yourself?” He asked, shining the light at the bed to scare of the small animatronics there. “And why are you talking funny?”

“I am Freddy, n-not your brother Michael. I am not t-talking funny, this is my voice.” Freddy explain, and Mike facepalmed from the passenger seat.

“What?” Evan’s eyes widened in fear now. “What do you mean you’re Freddy?!”

“I am Freddy F-F-Fazbear, however, I am n-not the one you are thinking of. I am a-a different version.”

“And you’re in Mike’s head?! Where’s Mikey??”

“W-we are sharing it. He is still here and c-can hear everything.”

“Don’t worry E-Ev, I’m f-f-fine.” Mike pushed forward to reassure him.

Evan narrowed his eyes. “Your eyes changed.”

“Huh?”

“Your eyes, they were—“ he paused, flashing the light down one hall and closing the door before continuing. “They kinda glowed a little. Or… Freddy’s eyes glowed? And they were bluer than they usually are.”

Mike blinked in surprise. “Huh, cool.” They didn’t exactly have the time to get into that new detail now, footsteps were coming down both hallways.

“Close your door!” Evan ordered, closing the one he was closest to.

Mike did so, holding onto the handle for dear life, probably literally.

“They’re not going away!” Evan sobbed quietly, not able to wipe his tears away as he held onto both the door and his flashlight.

“We cannot stay in here, it is not safe.” Freddy pointed out. “There is something… strange in this room. I do not know what it could be, but we should not stay here.”

“Evan, listen.” Mike spoke up, leaning back against the door to keep it closed. “We c-c-can’t stay in here, you’ve g-got too many doors. W-We gotta hole up somewhere else. Maybe my room, it’s only got one d-d-door, and mine’s got a lock.” He was very much disliking the stutter he seemed to have developed overnight.

“But how will we get there? Bonnie’s that way!” Evan asked, flashing his light towards the closet in hopes of keeping Foxy at bay.

“We’ll w-wait until he leaves, then you g-grab your pillow and we m-m-make a break for it.” Mike laid out his plan.

Evan looked hesitant, but nodded after thinking it over. He stepped flashed his light down the hall, Chica was gone.

Quickly, Evan grabbed his pillow and his Fredbear plush before he joined Mike at the door.

Mike threw the door open once Bonnie’s breathing disappeared. He grabbed Evan’s arm and they ran for it, barely remembering not to slam his door when he closed and locked it so he didn’t wake his father or Lizzie. How they had slept through the sounds of Chica in the kitchen, he doesn’t know.

They stood in apprehensive silence, waiting for the sound of mechanical breathing, but it didn’t come.

Five minutes passed before Mike crossed to his closet, pulling down another blanket for Evan to use. “Here.”

Evan took it, finally smiling a little bit. “Thanks Mikey.”

Mike shrugged, climbing under his covers. “Yeah, whatever. J-just get in bed.”

Evan smiled brightly now, climbing under the covers and curling to the older. “Night Mikey. …Night Freddy.”

“Night.” Mike muttered.

“Goodnight, Superstar!” Freddy added.

The brothers were asleep within the minute.

#gfttbp au fic #fnaf #glammike au #glammike #glamrock freddy #michael afton #evan afton #fnaf 4

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gwydionmisha · 2 months

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Personal: I Have a Lot of Feelings about a Lot of Things

I have lost track of how many missed cleaning appointments there were. It's been weeks. I've been scheduling twice a week since November in hopes of getting one a month. Which is annoying, but not nightmarish right now, but gets ugly fast in March, when Goth Millennial is going to burn through all their hours fast taking care of me post surgery.

The Millennials are working out a cooking schedule between them, but this is a huge load on Goth Millennial's shoulders.

Basically the company Medicare is out sourcing to is falling apart because treating their contract workers like shit and lying to them about things like mileage compensation when hiring them is a terrible business model in this economy on top of being an incredible shitty way to treat humans. My decision to start calling them the Asshole Agency within a week or two of starting to deal with them continues to be vindicated. The workers there need a union since the company is devoted to it's assholery, but I get why it's easier to quit.

The system is collapsing, basically. The Medicare advantage people know this and are "discussing options."

So Friday I spent hours playing phone tag with local volunteer organizations trying to get six weeks of help, but those systems are already flooded with people who are supposed to be getting Medicare advantage help, but can't because the Asshole agency isn't sending people and hasn't been for months. Still, I was hoping a short term acute need might get me in. The secular one got right back to me. They are full up. No word yet from the Catholics and the group that coordinates a bunch of protestant organizations.

I have been told over and over to try to get a church involved, but I'm not Christian and it feels weird, especially since most of my contacts with Christian strangers in the last couple decades involve aggressive proselytizers. I have Christian friends who are cool. I have no beef with the Quakers or the Unitarians or the Episcopalians or the Catholics who are trying to change things from within (Nuns on a Bus, queer friends trying to push their parish left) or what have you. I do have a beef with extremists, which most evangelicals are and the more conservative strands of catholic, orthodox, and Protestantism and there are a lot of door to door Mormons, Jehovah's witnesses, etc. in my part of the country.

Look, a had late family members who were very involved in their churches who were decent people with reasonable views. I was a Queer Medievalist and I have some sexy late medieval saint pin ups to prove it mixed in with all my other art, some of which references assorted other religions, despite never having been Catholic. I have a Quaker friend closer to me than my own sister.

I just… Christian religious strangers in my house make me uncomfortable as a queer non-Christian in a country where Christo-fascists are trying to make me literally illegal.

I know it would likely be fine. I did fine and made lots of friends at University which doing a major that is mostly Catholics, Ex-Catholics, and people in the process of converting. I come from a debate culture. I can quote scripture like Satan. ;) I was in Philosophy before I dropped out and moved west and switched to History in one form or another. I can talk theology across a whole lot of denominations and the major "heresies." I just don't want to anymore and I haven't wanted to for a long time. That was long ago and far away when I wasn't so exhausted and in pain.

I should have stared looking last August or October.

I am likely fucked because I waited too long.

Sigh.

In other news, I've been really doing well on the massive number of now mostly advanced physio things I have to do every day.

Sunday I was about a third of the way in when my arm noped out of about another third of Sunday's quota. I am trying to do all the remaining ones that don't move my arm that way, but I'm not sanguine.

I forgot to do my blood work Friday. I have an afternoon pre-op appointment Monday. Let us hope I remember then. I am so tired and it all hurts so much.

#Personal

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power-chords · 11 months

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CW for bodily fluids after kidney surgery:

He’s uncomfortable but stable when he’s not peeing, but every time he has to use the bathroom, it’s a whole nightmarish ordeal. Fortunately I’m not squeamish about blood or urine in the slightest and I had the foresight to buy nitrile gloves and a couple of empty spritzer bottles from the grocer + two huge bottles of rubbing alcohol.

I just feel so bad for him! I hope once the work week starts some of the swelling will have gone down and it’ll be less excruciating. He keeps apologizing profusely to me and I’m like look I DID in fact sign up for this (for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, etc etc) and when MY body starts breaking down in weird and unpredictable ways, ideally many years down the line and not anytime soon or in the same manner as yours, you will offer me the same love and care! Also if I am provided the opportunity to fulfill a Task my natural Virgo instincts kick in and I must prove my mettle. I am going to get a 4.0 in sifting through piss- and blood-soaked coffee filters for tiny little rocks to scrape into a sample jar, a thing that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

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hunterguyveriv · 7 months

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Kacxa Week 2023 October 22nd - November 1st

It is that time of year again! Kacxa-Week is upon us! At the bottom are the selected prompts for this year's Kacxa-Week, and if you feel adventurous and want to keep the week going, please do! I will include some of last year's extra prompts. We, as a community, are starved for more Kacxa material.

What can I submit? You can submit anything you want as long as it pertains to the couple Keith & Acxa. Writings, Art, music videos, whatever you come up with will be welcomed with open arms! Where do I post my Kacxa Material? I'm glad you asked! You can post at the following places!

DeviantArt - https://www.deviantart.com/kacxa - If you don't have an account, it is free to join even if it is just for Kacxa-Week, or you can let me know, and I can post it for you, giving you credit.

Instagram - add the appropriate tags

Fan-Fiction - fanfiction.net

Archive of Our Own - archiveofourown.org

Here on Tumblr

Twitter

Facebook What are the rules? Just the standard rules of weeks like this: Keep it solely about Keith and Acxa. You may gender-bend them, change their races, whatever you like. If you want to do NSFW art pieces, feel free to do so, but understand that with places like DeviantArt/Tumblr/Instagram, you may have to censor your works until we find a suitable location to post them. Now, let's move on to the prompts! Oct 21 - Warm-Up Day/Free Day Oct 22 - Sparring Partners Oct 23 - Alternate Universe Oct 24 - Stranded - Behind Enemy Lines/In Space/Uncharted Planet Oct 25 - Unlikely Unions Oct 26 - Wedding Day - Could be theirs or anyone else in the Voltron community of characters Oct 27 - Fantasy World Oct 28 - Birthday Celebration Oct 29 - Feelings and Insecurities Oct 30 - Angst - One is captured/Breakup/Death of a partner/Choosing who lives or dies/Be creative! Oct 31 - Halloween Theme - Hunter and Prey/Trapped in a nightmarish dream/Be creative Nov 01 - Day of the Dead - Celebrating lost friends and family Extra Day - This can be whatever you choose to write or draw Extra Prompts for those who want to keep it going into November! Life on Earth, Voltron AU*, First Sleepover, Post Canon, Discovery of Dancing, Caring for sick mate, Shooting Range, Ditching/Fleeing/Hiding from a party, Pre-relationship encounters, Secret Rendezvous, Sharing pass-times, Modern Day AU, Prisoners, I just ask that you be as creative as you want, and if you choose to, go as dark as you want.

Appropriate tags to use when posting: kacxa, kacxa week 2023, vldkacxa, kacxa_week, KeithxAcxa, keith, acxa, kacxaweek2023, kacxa2023 Any NSFW pieces must be labeled with the appropriate tags. Voltron AU* - How would Keith and Acxa react to meeting Alternate dimension Voltron Characters- can be from Defender of the Universe, Voltron-3D, the Comics, or even 2011s Voltron-Force.

Lastly, I want to apologize for not posting this yesterday. I hurt my left arm - my writing/drawing arm yesterday and had to spend a good portion of my day at the ER. It's nothing serious, but I had to type this all with one hand.

#kacxa

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