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#idk what this is. i was possessed
remapped-soul · 1 year
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real hunger has a real taste
i read this poem by ada limon that feels like being hit by a ton of bricks and then this short fic happened. enjoy or im sorry
Daniel is Scotty’s unofficial wedding photographer. Before this, he was Scotty’s groomsman. Some say he could have performed better, assisted better, but Daniel was the best friend before being appointed to the role of groomsman. Best friends pull your hair back while you spill your guts into the toilet basin, all the while laughing at your stupidity for mixing vodka with gin. Daniel laughed when Scotty started to cry all of a sudden, saying, “She’s gonna be Mrs James now. She’s gonna be mine.” Daniel laughed at how ridiculous he was and wiped Scotty’s runny nose and reapplied the concealer and foundation under his eyes because he was the best friend and he didn’t trust anyone else to do it right.
Let’s recap.
Daniel is Scotty’s unofficial wedding photographer. Before this, he was Scotty’s groomsman, and before that, he was Scotty’s best friend. He is Scotty’s best friend. Before that, Daniel was Scotty’s fan, as much as Scotty was Daniel’s fan. Athletes bred and nurtured with the sole purpose of winning. They get fans when they win. They remain with friends when they start losing.
What came first? Being friends or being fans?
One day Daniel was laughing alone, and after he met Scotty, they were laughing together.
What came first? The egg or the chicken?
Daniel can’t wait to play with Chloe and Scotty’s kids, ask them absurd questions, get them to smile at him the way his nephews and nieces smile at him, carbon copies of the people he loves. There is no better feeling in the world than making the people you love smile.
What came first?
Neither.
Let’s start with the beginning.
At first, they were lovers.
They were lovers in the way people are for a night when they meet in a pub, when the sharp neon lights fracture everything in three and you think lust is enough to build an empire. Daniel saw Scotty bathed in fluorescent pink somewhere in Austria, head thrown back, neck taut, skin glistening with sweat. Daniel thought, “I want to press my lips there.” Daniel did. He blamed it on the too many vodkas in his bloodstream, but Daniel never hesitated when he wanted something, sober or not.
Scotty tasted like salt, like the musky aftershave he still wears to this day because Chloe likes it. Barely legal and a head taller, when Scotty kissed Daniel for the first time that night, fingers curled around his jaw, when Scotty fucked Daniel against the filthy bathroom door while Swedish House Mafia blared all around them, Daniel thought, “This feels just as good as winning.”
They were young and they were dumb and the world didn’t care enough about them to notice when they crashed together in the same hotel room.
Years later, when Daniel wins for the first time in Canada, when he lifts the trophy above his head, drenched in champagne and drunk on adrenaline, he thinks, “This feels nothing like fucking Scotty.” Hunger split in two, he knew he would never be satisfied if he didn't have both.
Scotty flies in that night, knocks so loud on Daniel’s door he is about to wake up the entire hotel and fucks him senseless five minutes after Daniel lets him in. For the first time in years, they do it on a bed, Scotty above him, hair soft, cheeks rosy, smile so tender it makes Daniel bite back a sob.
“I won,” Daniel whispers.
“You did,” Scotty says and leans down to kiss him once more.
He won, so maybe he gets to keep Scotty too.
Scotty meets Chloe for the first time in 2019. Daniel takes a step back, and waits for the flames to pass, for the relationship to end the way it did before. But Chloe is not Ivy, and Scotty of 2019 is not Scotty of 2018. For the second time in his life, Daniel is wrong.
With nothing else to do, he throws himself into making the car better. He starts meditating and doing breathwork. Whenever Lance passes him by in the paddock, Daniel looks the other way. It’s not Lance’s fault Scotty has been fucking guys in the backyard while kissing girls on the front porch. It’s not Scotty’s fault Daniel never asked for more. Sometimes you got to love yourself enough to believe you deserve better.
Daniel fell in love with his best friend but he got to keep only one. He redirects his love into his friendship, he comes running whenever Scotty calls, and when he gets asked, “Will you be my groomsman?” Daniel says, “Yes.”
Daniel has many regrets in life. Not staying with Cyril, not telling Heidi he loved her sooner, not eating more veggies, but being Scotty’s friend is not one of them. He helps Scotty dress and ties his bow tie for him, styles his hair and powders his nose after another crying session.
He swallows back tears when Scotty walks down the aisle, when Chloe slides the ring onto Scotty’s finger. Happy tears for happy moments, because Daniel is nothing but a good friend. He trusts that Scotty is too.
Daniel takes back his love, keeps it behind his teeth, and lets it power his smile. They dance and yell and get drunk under the Venetian sky. Chloe kisses Scotty under the fluorescent pink lights, and in turn, Daniel kisses Heidi.
Daniel thinks, “This is good enough.”
With time, he will believe it too.
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tow-bees · 2 months
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Fishing trip with death god/dad and death god/dad’s usurper/new death god after being imprisoned for like a thousand years in the land of the dead or something
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ghostslazy · 2 months
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Crawling out of my hole to toss this and going back for 2 more weeks of winter
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becauseplot · 9 months
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qPhilza perching on people because bird
qFit: Mans is built like a brick shithouse—he can totally balance Phil’s additional weight. The first attempt is a bit shaky, sure, but nowadays Phil swoops down or hops up onto Fit’s shoulder and all Fit really has to do is jut out his elbow to give his friend a little more space for his talons to work with. Bam, he’s perched. Works out about 9.9 times out of 10, though Phil delights in trying to catch him off guard.
qEtoiles: He doesn’t have Fit’s bulk on his side, so he’s not as sturdy, but he is strong. The landing is usually a little rough since Etoiles has to work a bit harder to counterbalance the additional weight, but he always finds that center of gravity in no time flat. Phil usually perches with one talon on each of Etoiles’ shoulders since he’s not as w i d e, just so Phil can have a little extra grip. At some point, Etoiles tries fighting a mob while Phil is perched on him, and that goes exactly as well as you would expect.
qForever: Honestly, with all of the hard labor Forever does for his big builds, Phil was expecting him to do better, but the first (several) attempts end up with Forever stumbling over and knocking Phil off of him from his wild arm-pinwheeling. They eventually figure out it’s more doable if Forever himself has something to lean on (a wall, a chair, the butt of his pickaxe) and Phil puts one talon evenly spaced on each shoulder. Phil learns some new swears in Portuguese in the process.
qMissa: Flattened. Full-on face in the floor, mouth full of grass, wind knocked out of his lungs at Mach 5 the first time Phil tries. Phil apologizes profusely, but Missa—once he can breathe again—just rolls over onto his back and asks Phil if they can give it another try. It takes a long, LONG time, but they figure out that if Phil plants his talons on Missa’s shoulder pads and leans forward while Missa leans back, they have a small little window of time where they achieve balance. The best part? Phil gets a perfect view of Missa’s goofy little grin every single time.
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trashno0dle · 11 months
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so there's a lot of speculation whether or not they're gonna have mike be michael or not in the fnaf movie. and so far even i thought it was pretty unlikely considering the little things we've been shown. but now that the full trailers been revealed there's something that caught my eye. and maybe i'm puling a matpat here and over analyzing one little frame but. just hear me out alright. so in the little snippet we see of a phone call between mike and william, it's pretty normal and well, there's nothing to show that they know each other. clearly mike doesn't know who he's talking to, he just wants a job.
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and honestly for me i was losing hope that they were gonna have mike be revealed to be michael. since initially i thought this was just them confirming that he's not since, surely if he was michael then he'd recognize his fathers voice? but. that might not be the case.
my theory/speculation for the route they're going (again, emphasis on the theory i'm not saying this is 100% canon) is that it's heavily implied there's going to be SOME kind of flashback with mike as a young teenager, since a boy was cast and listed as "young mike" too. and this information about his character given back when casting for the roles were announced.
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"riddled with guilt over a tragedy in his past" which only further strengthens the possibility of a flashback to the bite of 83 where michael pranked his brother and inadvertently caused his death. it's the aftermath of this event with determines how this theory could work. either, william and his wife divorced shortly after, and his wife got custody of mike - they married into another family, the schmidt's. this could lead to abby either being his step-sister or his half-sister.
OR. mike was taken away from william either because of the bite or because the police were heavily suspicious that william was responsible for the missing children. he was put into the system and adopted by - again - the schmidt's. and the reason he doesn't remember anything is because the trauma and the guilt from the bite of 83 and the death of his little brother caused him to heavily repress those memories and in turn, a lot of others (william) without realizing.
so mike doesn't recognize william's voice here. but william?
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this is the frame that caught me here. his expression, the subtle smile on his face. the gears are turning in his head, something clicked.
what if william was keeping tabs on mike this whole time? and he carefully plotted to ensure he got the job at freddy's. for reasons unknown. maybe he just wanted to mess with him, make him remember everything he repressed from his childhood - he's trying to get him to remember by bringing him back to the place where it all started. he remembers his son, but mike doesn't remember his father.
BUT that's just me i'm a little insane. anyway i needed to make this post and write down my thoughts or i'd explode.
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jxnxai · 2 months
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here’s a quick doodle (it took me 3 hours) to celebrate how gay people saved the day once again (the magnus archives got me out of my 2 year long art block)
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flanzee · 1 year
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this is the first gayass comic i did of these two when i first got into scott pilgrim hehehehheheehe
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spoopdeedoop · 8 months
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obligatory andrew rannells (gary’s voice actor) audio
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king-drawsstuff · 2 months
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yeehaw or somethin
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papanowo · 14 days
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these guys amirite . . .
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ellabsbb · 9 months
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<3 abby is the type of gf to open a jar for you even when you’re mad at each-other
🫙🥒
◦ imagine you guys got into a argument for whatever reason and are now giving eachother the silent treatment
◦ it’s so childish and silly, refusing to leave the same room yet acting as if the other doesn’t exist pls
◦ lets say you’re trying to open a jar of pickles (those big fat dill ones that aren’t sliced just bc they’re my fav)
◦ and you already know from past experience there’s no way in hell you can open that jar
◦yet you’re stubborn about it, really trying, refusing to ask abby like you’ve done every other time
◦ you get into it, making little puffing noises, getting flushed from exertion, hurting your hands
◦abby’s sitting close by just frowing at your back. she knows you’ll keep going until you break the jar or something
◦ so while doing so you don’t hear abby come up beside you, looking down at you like 🫥
◦ she just. holds her hand out without a word, letting you decide if you want her help or not (but is it rlly a choice if you can’t open it without her)
◦ you let out a quite little sigh before handing her the jar also without a word, not even looking at her
◦ and you definitely don’t pout at how quickly and easily she gets it open
◦ like seriously? you were slaving over it for 5 minutes
◦ she offers the jar to you and you take it, turning your back on her and placing it on the counter
◦ she bites the inside of her cheek but says nothing, heading back into the dining room, until a gentle tug on her arm stops her
◦ she turns back around to see you offering her a pickle in your outreached hand, one already shoved in ur mouth, the jar reclosed on the counter (much less tighter then it was before, probably barely closed tbh)
◦ and when she takes your offering she definitely doesn’t have to hold back a amused grin at the way you still refuse to look at her, cheeks warming in embarrassment
◦ she takes a bite, making sure it makes a obnoxious loud crunch sound, and then quickly leans down to kiss your cheek with pickle juice wet lips
◦ “abs, that’s gross…” you whine lowly, dragging out the s, pouting up at her while wiping your cheek with the hem of your shirt
◦ “aww, sorry baby” she mocks your pout and whiney voice back to you, using her own hand to rub ur cheek with a playful eyeroll
◦ you take a bite and quickly place your own pickle scented kiss on her chin before ducking under her arm and scurrying away with a giggle
◦abby chuckles to herself and follows after you <3
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princessbrunette · 4 months
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🩰💓🌸୭
ok i’m too possessive to actually want this fully but there’s part of me that fantasises abt ….
big bad rafe having tannyhill to himself for a while, n when he meets you and your cute lil friends at a party, he suggests you all come round the next weekend for just a big slumber party <3 and he pretends to be sooo innocent about it !! tells you all that he’s just soo tired of hanging out with guys all the time and that you girls seem super sweet ,, and you all hang onto his every word all giggly n excited <3 he keeps directing his attention towards you throughout the conversation, seeming to be his favourite, but no one seems to mind !
the day comes and you all spend the night cuddling up to rafe, climbing all over him, prancing around in tiny little pyjamas whilst he sits back and watches ….. he wakes up the next morning to hushed giggles, your friends gathered round as they ease u onto his lap, lowering yourself down to his sleepy face, his cock stirring beneath u !
“wanna play with you rafey…”
n your friends look all excited !! they wanna see their pretty lil innocent bestie get pounded out by the big bad rafe !!
🩰💓🌸୭
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passionpeachy · 5 months
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Top 2023 moment for me was when I painted this mid-breakdown for my therapist so she could “emotionally understand me better” and she quit the entire field before I could show her. don’t know why
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toasteaa · 3 months
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Can't talk, thinking about accidentally triggering claiming and mating behaviors in Zhongli -
There's just something about it, you know? Seeing Zhongli, a god - a former Archon- who has placed himself above his base desires and draconic instincts, struggle to hold those very same instincts back when it comes to you.
Perhaps you stayed out just a bit too long for his liking. A surprise rainstorm swept through the harbor, and once you returned to your shared home, you were absolutely soaked. Ah, but you were offered a spare coat from a coworker of yours to keep even just a bit dry - and Zhongli is quietly simmering with displeasure as that scent drowns out yours. Drowns out what should be his scent on you. That which marks you as his. It shouldn't bother him like this; he knows it wasn't intentional. He knows that you merely misjudged the forecasted rain (as you often do, despite him being overly familiar with the weather patterns of the region and reminding you of this constantly) and then accepted help from a man - a coworker, he tries to remind himself . Yet he's barely listening to you as he tugs you out of the offending article and -
Oh...it isn't enough.
There's a cloying, wretched stench stuck to your clothes, and Zhongli's patience is running even thinner as he strips you of these as well. But even after he's kicked those soiled clothes to the side and secured his own coat around you, it still isn't enough. It's as if that offending scent has permeated your skin, sunken in with the rain - and there's a deep seated, rarely seen possessiveness that takes root in his mind. One he hasnt felt since...Archons, since he last took up his former name. It's as though a white hot brand has pierced him and coiled around his senses.
Everything that is logical about this no longer matters; the only thing that makes sense to him is the sudden way he gathers you into his arms and makes haste to the bedroom. Your scent is there, as is his. And this will be a well needed reminder that he doesn't appreciate other claiming his treasure as their own.
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cemeterything · 1 year
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this quote about cordyceps from this article in a scientific magazine is basically how i've always imagined possession to work in horror stories. the demon/entity/whatever doesn't alter your perception, displace you, or control your mind, they just take over all your bodily processes, bypassing your brain entirely. they force your mouth and vocal cords to form the words they want you to say, force your limbs to move in the direction they want you to go, and force your lungs to keep expanding and contracting and your heart to keep beating, even through excruciating pain and horrific injury, so you can't even self-sabotage and your friends and loved ones are discouraged from trying to stop you for fear of what harm they might cause you to do to yourself to escape. you're a passenger in the driver's seat of your own car, and the hands on the wheel, though outwardly apparently the same pair you've always had, are no longer your own.
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andr0nap · 11 months
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a crossover literally no one asked for
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