#teeny tiny fanfic

[ghoul-slime]

57 and 81 (if you're down for public/semi public!) with Rain and Swiss?

Swiss/Rain with public/semi-public outdoor sex and a little bit of voyeurism fantasy. Still taking prompts!

It’s late, but the weather is still stifling. A hot and miserably humid night playing yet another summer festival. The band had played their set earlier in the evening, and now they were stuck waiting until the trucks were packed and it was time to move on. The rest of the ghouls were crammed into a stuffy backstage tent, impatiently waiting to pack up for the night when Rain gently tugs at Swiss’ arm, insistent that he come with him for a walk, desperate for the possibility of some fresh air.

They’ve been walking for what feels like five minutes before Rain is pulling Swiss into the dark, empty space between two unmanned merch tents situated at the far end of the festival grounds.

Rain is on him in an instant, pawing at his chest and pulling him in to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums into the kiss and snakes his arms around Rain’s slim waist, bringing him in close and opening his mouth for Rain’s insistent tongue, licking in deep and urgent. 

Swiss goes hard in his pants at the the desperate way Rain is kissing him, the way Rain drags his blunt nails up and down Swiss’ chest, runs his hands up his back and into his hair, the way rain reaches up and tugs Swiss down by the neck to deepen his wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Rain pulls away with a nip to Swiss’ spit-slick lips before dropping unceremoniously to his knees right there in the dirt. He runs his hands up Swiss’ thighs before moving impatiently to his belt, unbuckling it and tugging Swiss pants down, letting them pool around his ankles.

Swiss gasps as Rain nuzzles into his crotch, breathing deep, inhaling the scent of him as he noses his way up Swiss’ hard cock. He mouths his way across the fabric, leaving damp little patches of spit up Swiss’ length before he’s reaching for the elastic of his waistband and tugging his briefs down to join the puddle of his jeans in the dirt.

Swiss laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers into Rain’s sweat-damp curls and tugging ever so gently. “We’re in public you know,” Swiss chuckles, sounding entirely unconcerned. 

Rain whines and licks a wet stripe up the length of Swiss’ dick, wrapping one hand around the base as he gets his lips around the head of him. Swiss can see Rain’s other hand disappear between his own legs, palming himself as he sinks down on Swiss’ cock and hollows his cheeks. 

Swiss closes his eyes and leans his head back as Rain sucks him off. From where they’re hidden away Swiss can hear the jumbled cacophony of the festival, wailing guitars from the main stage and rumbling bass from one of the side stages, the competing sound of the roar of the crowds. All of it fades away as Rain deepthroats him there on his knees in the dirt in the middle of it all.

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” Swiss laughs again, tugging at Rain’s hair, forcing him down deeper, canting his hips forward and feeling the head of his cock bump the back of Rain’s throat. 

“Mmmm,” Rain hums around him, popping the button of his own jeans and playing with himself through his underwear. 

Oh, he likes that idea, Swiss thinks to himself as he fucks into Rain’s mouth, feeling the way Rain’s jaw stretches around his girth, points his clever tongue and licks into his slit, jacks off the length of his shaft he can’t fit into his pretty mouth.

And then Rain is pulling off of him with a pop, wiping away the drool and pre dribbling down his chin before he lets his own pants drop, tugs his tight little briefs down and turns around, bracing his hands on an empty table and presenting his round little ass to Swiss right there where anyone could walk by and see them. Hear them. Smell them.

“Think you should fuck me,” Rain says, locking eyes with Swiss over his shoulder, arching his back and spreading his knees to give Swiss a view he knows he can never say no to.

“Think so?” Swiss teases, spreading Rain’s cheeks, licking his thumb, and dragging it wet and slick over Rain’s twitching, waiting hole. 

“Yeah,” Rain nods, wavy curls bouncing. “Fuck me right here in the open. Want somebody to hear it. Hear the filthy things you do to me.”

Swiss grins and crowds his way up against Rain’s backside. Even here in the dark he can see the sweat glistening across the small of Rain’s back, the way his damp hair clings to the warm blush at the nape of his neck.

Swiss rests his cock between the cleft of Rain’s pert little ass cheeks and spits. He spreads it around with the palm of his hand, slicking himself up before he’s pushing in, feeling the gut-punched little breaths Rain makes as Swiss sinks in.

“That’s right,” Swiss assures him, “Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck that sweet little ass right here in the open for everyone to see.”

Rain keens, high pitched and entirely too loud as Swiss snaps his hips, fucking him at a frantic pace, bouncing his hips off of Rain’s tight little ass.

“You want that, baby? Everyone to see you right here taking my cock in the dirt like a good little whore?”

Rain nods, frantically, clenching around Swiss as he pistons in and out of his heated body. He reaches around to fist Rain’s cock, bobbing wet and heavy between his legs, leaking what Swiss doesn’t doubt is a sizable puddle of pre into the dirt between his feet.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby,” Swiss strains out, fucking into Rain faster as his orgasm creeps up on him at the thought of somebody, anybody, walking up on him with his cock buried balls deep inside Rain’s hot body. “You like that? Having me fill you up right here in the open? Gonna walk back with my cum running down your legs for everyone to see?”

Rain cries out as his own orgasm hits him, clenching around Swiss’ cock as Swiss milks every drop out of him, adding to the mess in the dirt at his feet.

Swiss bites down on the juncture between Rain’s shoulder and neck when he cums, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin, stifling his own moans as he finishes deep inside Rain’s body. His breath heaving and heavy as he feels his twitching cock completely spent and slipping out of Rain’s ass with a slick, wet pop. He hears drips of cum and slick leak out from between Rain’s wobbly legs and land in the mess beneath them.

Rain spins himself around, takes Swiss’ fingers, glistening with his own spend, and brings them to his lips, holding Swiss’ gaze as he cleans them with his tongue.

Swiss leans in to kiss what’s left from Rain’s lips when they hear footsteps behind them. Instead Swiss crowds in, covers Rain’s mouth with his hand and presses him back as far as he can into the dark space between the tents. Shielding him. Rain’s eyes go wide as the footsteps draw closer, walking towards them with purpose. 

We’re fucked, Swiss thinks.

“Jesus fucking Christ, there you two are,” comes an irritated voice. It’s Dew.

“We’re ready to go,” Dew motions over his shoulder with his thumb, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that both Swiss and Rain are standing there with their pants down.

“Could smell you two horny fuckers half way across the grounds,” Dew grins, crossing his arms in front of him. “Papa’s gonna be pissed, you know.” 

Swiss and Rain exchange glances, and then they’re reaching out, pulling him in, tugging Dew’s jacket off, popping the buttons of his jeans and pressing him between them with an indignant squawk.

If they’re going down they might as well take Dew with them.

(Eventually Mountain has to come get them and they all get in trouble.)

#rain ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/rain #rain/swiss #swiss x rain #rain x swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #little teeny tiny bit of swiss/rain/dew at the end #ghoul-slime ask #ghoul-slime fic #thank you for the prompt!

[skyward-floored]

Warriors gets his nickname

Hi I’m not updating long fics even though I want to, I’m instead writing more short Incredibles au stuff *collapses*. I’ll update other things eventually I promise ;-;

This is the furthest back fic I’ve written I think— Time is only a teenager, and Warriors is very smol. Time goes by Time because he got sick of them both being Link, but Warriors doesn’t have a nickname yet. I think that’s all the background you really need though, so I’ll stop and just let you read already.

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Link held tight to Time’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk, headed towards the corner stand where Time knew they could get lunch for cheap. He usually skipped lunch himself, or just nibbled something small, but since it was the weekend, Link wasn’t in school and he had to get him something.

Time looked down at his little brother, Link trotting along beside him. He was nearly drowning in his too-big scarf, and Time flipped it around his neck one more time so he wouldn’t trip on it, Link giving him a little smile.

Time sighed to himself.

He was still figuring out how to deal with having a kid as his responsibility, but... he was making it work. He’d managed to get Link in a preschool on weekdays, and was working on a more permanent place for them to stay besides “in this nice tree” or “in the backseat of the car”. Nobody believed him when he said he was old enough to rent an apartment when he tried though, so it was usually still the backseat of the car for them.

But in general, Time didn’t usually feel like screaming, and was able to keep Link happy, so he was counting the whole thing as at least a partial success.

He seriously needed to find a nickname for the kid though— two Links was two too many.

Why did you name him after me, Mom? he thought as he watched Link jump over a slushy puddle. Why did you leave him with me? Surely you knew someone who who would do a better job? Someone who’s an adult? I’m his brother, but that doesn’t mean I know how to raise him.

A crashing sound made Time’s ears prick, and the thoughts he’d been repeatedly having ever since he’d met Link fled as he turned towards a tiny side street, one that ran behind several shops.

He tugged Link over towards the alley, suspicion in every step. That hadn’t just sounded like a normal dropping-something crash to him. And sure enough, he found a newly shattered window that led into a pawn shop, a shadow disappearing into the shelves inside.

“...bad guy?” Link asked, and Time nodded, already looking for a spot to switch into his super suit.

“Bad guy. A crazy one too, breaking and entering in broad daylight. Looks like somebody doesn’t know that stealing is wrong,” he said with a tsk, and Link let out a small giggle.

Time quickly ducked behind a dumpster to change, and emerged moments later, flexing his hands in his gloves. Link gave him an interested look, and Time suddenly remembered that he couldn’t very well bring his four-year-old brother inside with him.

“...Right,” Time sighed, then scooped Link up and quickly deposited him behind the same dumpster he’d changed behind. “Stay here, don’t let him or anyone see you. I’ll take care of him but don’t come out until I come get you.”

Link frowned, worry pinching at his eyebrows, and Time tucked his scarf a little more tightly around him.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Time assured, but Link kept frowning.

“Hurt?”

“I won’t get hurt. And even if I do I can handle it, but I need to not worry about you while I fight. Stay here,” Time said firmly, then turned and jumped into the shattered window before his brother could argue.

He spotted the robber within seconds, the man breaking open a glass case with all sorts of valuables stored inside. Time put his little brother out of his mind for now, and crept closer, then abruptly cleared his throat. The man jumped at the noise and whipped around, brandishing a crowbar and staring at him.

“I don’t think those belong to you,” Time said with a smirk, and the man swung, Time nimbly jumping out of the way.

“Fierce Deity,” the man spat, and Time gave him a mocking bow.

“At your service. Put the fancy gold watches back.”

The man laughed, then his eyes narrowed behind the reptilian mask he wore. “Dinolfos of the Lizal gang doesn’t take orders from you.”

“Fine,” Time sighed, rolling his eyes. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

He threw a punch towards Dinolfos, which the robber neatly avoided, and the two began to fight, weaving around each other and dodging attacks.

Dinolfos was surprisingly skilled at avoiding Time’s punches, and Time had barely landed any hits after several minutes. Dinolfos on the other hand, had grazed him at least twice now, and annoyance began to swell in Time’s chest. He wasn’t incapacitated from the hits, but he didn’t like where this was going.

He fought faster, managing to knock the crowbar from Dinolfos’s hand, and the battle sped up without the weapon in the mix, kicks and punches just barely grazing both of them.

This guy is fast, Time thought, lunging out of the way of a punch that likely would have given him a bloody nose. How is he so fast?! Argh.

Time managed a swing that connected with Dinalfos’s shoulder, and he reeled back, shouting in anger as he lunged for Time. Time once again dodged out of the way, and noticed with a smirk that his opponent’s swings were getting more wild.

He backed up to give himself some space, easily dodging the angry punches thrown at him. Time stuck his tongue out as Dinolfos missed again, and his opponent let out a roar of frustration as Time continued to easily avoid his angered strikes.

Until Time stumbled on the dropped crowbar.

His foot slipped and Dinolfos lunged, kicking Time right in the chest and knocking the breath out of him as he was thrown straight through the broken window. He went flying into some trash cans at the end of the alley, and heard Link gasp from his hiding spot, but his chest was tight, too tight for him to sit up or even move, just lie there and gasp for breath.

Dinolfos’s foot had caught him at exactly the wrong angle, and knocked every bit of air from his lungs.

Footsteps ran over, and Time opened his eyes with a cough, expecting to see Dinolfos with his weapon raised above his head, ready to strike.

Instead he saw Link standing protectively in front of him, arms held out as if to shield Time despite his tiny size.

Dinolfos laughed.

“Is this your sidekick, Deity?” he guffawed, looking down at Link as he stalked forward. “He is tiny! Were you so desperate for help that you thought even a baby would be better than nothing?”

He continued to laugh, and Link glared up at him, his hands clenching into fists. Time tried his best to catch his breath and get to his feet, but his lungs refused to work, no matter how he gasped. Stupid lungs, come on!

The very air temperature seemed to drop all of a sudden, and a flare of panic hit Time as the robber stepped towards Link. No no no no no—

Dinolfos lunged for him, but Link blasted a spurt of ice from his hands, hitting Dinolfos in the legs. He yelped in surprise, and before he could recover, Link sprayed more ice at him, trailing up his legs and hitting his arms as well.

The shots were clumsy, and it was obvious Link didn’t have much practice, but Dinolfos was completely stuck by the time he finished, and unable to grab his weapon.

Or move, for that matter.

“You brat!” Dinolfos hissed, glaring at where Link stood. “How dare you? I am of the Lizalfos pack, son of Dinal, leader of the Lower Lizards, Master of—!”

Link shot a bit of ice over his mouth, making his face flush with anger.

Time finally managed to get some air into his lungs, and he rolled over, looking up at Dinolfos and Link with an impressed expression.

“Huh,” Time wheezed, still trying to fully catch his breath. Partially from the kick, but mostly from the remaining panic of seeing his little brother nearly be attacked while he just gasped for breath on the pavement.

Sloppy, too sloppy, you should have put him further away, he barely knows how to use his powers he could’ve been hurt he could have been ki—

Time sighed, and winced as he put a hand to his chest and lightly rubbed. He was definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow. “We’ll have to talk about your listening skills kiddo, but... nice work. You’re quite the little warrior, huh?”

His brother’s face positively lit up at his words, and he pointed to himself, some snowflakes settling in his hair.

“Warriors,” he said proudly, and Time snorted, slowly getting to his knees.

“Warrior, kid. No S.”

“Warriors!”

“There’s only one of you, there’s no S,” Time argued back as he stood, but the kid just kept chattering ‘Warriors’ to himself, over and over. A vein bulged in Dinalfos’ forehead, and Time snorted, shaking his head.

He had been thinking about finding a nickname earlier... I suppose there are worse ones out there.

“Well come on, ‘Warriors’, let’s go get lunch. Frosty here can just hang around until the police show up,” he said, ruffling Link’s hair.

Link beamed, and took the hand Time offered him as they stepped out of the alleyway and walked down the street, leaving Dinolfos behind in the alley.

Dinolfos yelled a curse behind them that was entirely unintelligible.

#Incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe fanfic #lu warriors #lu time #linked universe au #minor injury #Incredibles au fic #writing from the floor #teeny tiny Warriors #itty bitty #he doesn’t talk much #and Time’s a snarky teenager #who’s resigned himself to caring for this kid because nobody ELSE is gonna do it

[stergeon]

25 rejected edeleth fluff ideas

here are some edeleth stories i thought a lot about but did not write. if anybody wants to actually write one of these, be my guest (and also pleeeeease send me a link, i'm desperate for content about Them Girls™)

byleth takes edelgard on a fishing trip and she has an absolutely abysmal time

edelgard makes a valiant attempt to corral byleth's atrocious fashion sense ahead of a formal event

byleth teaches edelgard swear words

edelgard tries some of those weird herbs rhea used to give students to relax; byleth is more than happy to babysit

byleth does edelgard's taxes. she's wearing her goofy professor glasses. it does something weird for edelgard

edelgard takes byleth on a date to the opera and byleth cries the whole time

byleth reads a work of fiction for the first time ever. it's a horror story. she did not like it. edelgard reads her something nicer.

edelgard gets byleth to pose for a portrait and shows it to her

byleth has to give a speech at a big event and is a nervous wreck. edelgard has been waiting all her life for this coaching opportunity

edelgard tries to teach byleth how to draw (she is very bad at it)

byleth cannot for the life of her figure out which fork is used for what purpose at this fancy dinner. edelgard covers for her

edelgard goes all out to celebrate byleth's birthday on the day byleth thought was (read: randomly chose as) her birthday, not her actual birthday; byleth doesn't have the heart to tell her

byleth brings edelgard various souvenirs from her travels around the country. edelgard tries not to be so soft over it, even though they're… not all hits

edelgard attempts to make dinner and botches it beyond salvation. they get takeout.

byleth will not shut up about this cute house she saw when she was out on a mission and how nice it would be for them to "have something like it one day." edelgard arranges to buy the place

edelgard sees byleth in a dress uniform and cannot stop swooning

byleth is being relentlessly pursued by a suitor who won't take a hint and edelgard challenges the idiot to a duel

edelgard decides she will learn to swim. it goes poorly, to say the least, but she manages in the end. as it turns out, getting to see byleth in a swimsuit is a good motivator

byleth gets caught kissing edelgard by hubert. the resulting conversation is unpleasant for everyone. ferdinand, meanwhile, is overjoyed

edelgard is having a terrible, horrible, no-good very bad day. she chews byleth out over nothing and immediately feels awful about it. byleth forces her to take the rest of the day off to chill

byleth is going away for a month-long mission. both girls are inconsolable. they write each other letters literally every day.

edelgard really puts somebody on blast in a council meeting. byleth gets stars in her eyes

byleth concocts a very, very elaborate story about some kind of summit in faerghus; she and edelgard leave enbarr for two weeks to attend. surprise: there's no summit, it's a spa retreat

edelgard arranges a "normal date" where they go out in town in disguise and do very boring things like run errands, look at furniture, buy socks, etc.

doropetra-edeleth double date

#edeleth #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth eisner #byleth x edelgard #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h fanfic #sterge.rtf #i would Love if anyone would grab one of these and run with it #as much as i would like to write any or all of these i don't have the brain for it at the moment #i actually did write the swears one but it was too silly to post. i simply can't. #i'm considering doing a story where each chapter is a teeny-tiny one-shot along the lines of these prompts #but i have like. three or four wips right now and i Should Not make it five #c'est la piss. i love them girls #also um. it should go without saying but don't buy a house for your partner without having a conversation about it lol #this is fiction and our girl has money to toss around on stuff like that. the likes of we don't have the luxury #i probably Will write that double-date eventually tbh. i keep chewing on it and rotating it in my mind #thanks to arrow for making me so crazy about that one

[jinkoh]

sunday mornings

hyunjae x reader

“I like it when you’re not wearing makeup,” Hyunjae mumbled, looking at you with sleepy eyes, warm hands brushing the hair out of your face. It was a slow morning, your chest full with the comfort and domesticity of it all as you were cuddled up in bed together.

“So all that effort is for nothing, huh?” You grinned teasingly.

“It’s not like that,” he inched closer, a playful pout on his lips. “You know that I like when you’re wearing makeup too. My baby is so pretty with makeup.” He pecked your lips. “So cute.” Another peck. “And so sexy.” He kept littering your face with little kisses until you couldn’t help but giggle. “But no-makeup gives that lazy Sunday morning in bed vibe,” he eventually added.

“Is that really a compliment?”

“Of course!” Hyunjae argued in mock offense. “Sunday mornings are my favorite. They feel like home.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, the mood shifting when his lips suddenly started nibbling at the skin beneath your jaw, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. His words felt ticklish when he mumbled “And they are sexy too.”

“Do you really want to start our Sunday like this? It’s not even nine,” you chuckled but you still tilted your head to give him more access, bathing in the sweet intimacy.

“What better way could there be to start the day?” he asked, his cheeky hands making their way up under your shirt. “I for one can’t think of anything.”

You let out a gasp when his mouth latched onto your neck again, teeth grazing your soft skin. “I guess you have a point there.”

Masterlist

#writing teeny tiny drabbles is fun #hyunjae x reader #the boyz x reader #tbz fic #tbz x reader #kpop scenarios #tbz fluff #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfic #hyunjae x gn!reader #the boyz scenarios #tbz drabble #hyunjae drabble #tbz writing #tbz smut #well not exactly #lee jaehyun x reader #kebbis.writing #could i wait a few hours to post this on sunday morning? yes #but i'm not going to bc i dont have patience lmao

[holymarymotherofsmut]

a small thing that drives me bonkers is that people seem to think that ryomen is sukuna’s first name.

it’s not.

if we were writing his name out in the western FirstName LastName format, he would be Sukuna Ryomen.

so he would not become ryomen itadori if he was actually yuji’s brother. he would be sukuna itadori.

this has been a psa

#literally zero hate!!! #just a teeny tiny thing that bugs me when i read some fanfic #but trust i am still reading it lol #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #ryomen sukuna fanfiction #sukuna fanfic #also clarifying that this is very specifically about modern AU fics i’ve seen that do this

[lilac-hecox]

Title: Under the Moon

Pairing: Ian/Anthony - Ianthony

Rating: G

Summary:

“We should actually do it though,” Anthony said.

“Huh?” Ian asked, completely lost on Anthony’s thread of thought for once in his life.

“Um,” Anthony said, “Get married. We should do that.”

Notes: This was written as a commission by @shaynesunderstudy! This was inspired by a conversation in the rare pairs server about Ian and Anthony having a night wedding. I hope you enjoy!

#ianthony #smoshships #smosh rpf #fan fiction #fluff #wedding #marriage #proposal #fan fic #my writing #my fics #my fic #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 stuff #commission #shayneunderstudy #shourtney #but background #teeny tiny hints of damangela and amangela

[roxannarambles]

drabble drabble drabble (julinemo)

Juliana wasn't sure what she expected of her first day of art class, but whatever she'd expected, this wasn't it. When their new instructor arrived, a man with a piercing yellow gaze, droopy hair and a dorky sweater-vest under his suit, he didn't begin by telling the class what they would be doing or what materials they needed for the class. Instead, he began to wax poetic about the nature of beauty. Juliana did her best to pay attention, but he was getting a bit rambly, to be honest.

"Let me ask you all something," he said mid-ramble,

"What is beauty? To you, what is beautiful?"

Juliana's gaze drifted automatically to a particular student sitting across from her: Nemona, her new neighbor, classmate, rival, and friend all rolled into one. A private little smile found its way onto Juliana's face.

"Hm, nobody wishes to speak up? I suppose I'll need to call on someone . . . ah, you, it was Juliana, wasn't it?"

Juliana jerked a little, caught off guard.

"Ah! Um! Y-yes?"

"Yes, Juliana. You looked very thoughtful just now. Tell me, what is beauty, to you?"

"It, uh, w-well . . ."

Juliana felt her hands tremble a little, uncomfortable being in the spotlight. She struggled to think of something to say.

"I-it, um, it . . . s-something that makes you feel really good inside?"

She blushed under all the stares, realizing she had to do better than that.

"I-I mean, r-really, warm a-and, light, and the feeling just fills you up inside, and you don't have any control over it, it's just there. And you know nothing can ever take it away. Like . . . like sunlight. It feels like sunlight, whenever you look at he-- uuh, it! At it! I mean, at-- at-- at something beautiful!"

There were giggles from some of her classmates and Juliana quickly slumped in her seat, hiding her head in the crook of her arms, her face reddening. Oh god oh god, nobody noticed her slip of the tongue, right?

She didn't notice the teacher had walked closer until he spoke again, his voice a little gentler than before.

"That's a beautiful answer, Juliana."

She shyly looked up at him, feeling reassured by the teacher's approval. He smiled at her kindly.

"I'm very glad that you've found something-- or someone-- that inspires you so greatly."

He then turned, addressing the rest of class,

"There is no right or wrong answer, of course, so do not fret if this is not how any of you feel-- beauty can mean different things for each of us, you see . . ."

As he paced away from her, continuing his lecture, Juliana couldn't help her gaze returning to Nemona for a moment.

She found those beautiful amber eyes on her, and Juliana buried her face in the crook of her arms again.

She was embarrassed, but she still felt light as a feather, like her chest was full of sunshine.

#trying to practice writing Really Short Stuff #I am playing thru all the classes in Naranja so I can get the teachers eventually in BB #apropos of nothing nemona looks so silly in art class because she is sitting in the Teeny Tiny chairs for toddlers #it cracks me up every time #julinemo #drabble #julinemo fanfic

[wolfie180g]

It's the Final Chapter!

5 Years in the making (ignoring that two year hiatus where my job sucked so bad... ugh. )

I am very happy with how it turned out. I hope I resolved all the major plot points that came up. I did have to edit this chapter down quite a bit to fit the goal I gave myself of 200,000 words exactly.

I also wanted to finish it before Easter and I got one day left to go! So when I'm not busy tomorrow I will be going over it one last time before uploading to fanfiction.net.

Thanks to everyone who read, kudos, liked and followed along with this story. I hope to finish both of the other WIP's soon.

Thank you and goodbye:)

#Sink or Swimchesters #sink or swim #Supernatural #Fanfiction #fanfic #shut it wolfie #wolfie180g #dean winchester #sam winchester #giant/tiny #ao3 fanfic #my fic #archive of our own #Mermaid #MerMen #Mer #Merson #MerMay #creature fic #transformation #reincarnation #200+ft long Mers #and their teeny tiny reincarnated human brother #handheld #its lightning and thunderstorming outside so I'm gonna hit the head and enjoy this sound that I usually have to play from videos to sleep #real life sleep sounds are sooo nice #why am I tagging that

[theswedishpajas]

*gestures???*

@theundertalenebulartheory

(Go check them out!!!!!)

#my art stuff #undertale #toriel #sans #papyrus #undyne #fanfic #fanart #the nebular theory #self insert #me #I am here #ALRIGHT LOOK I KNOW IT’S LIKERALLY A SELF-INSERT FIC BUT I CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL INTRUSIVE PUTTING MY REAL ACTUAL SELF IN THE ART AND #P O S T I N G IT!!!!!!!!!!! #Something about it just feels!!!!! like something nobody wants to see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #I can draw all the random gay and self-indulgent shit I want but the moment it has any connection to another real person’s work #I IMPLODE and VANISH into a TEENY TINY BACK HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #and this is also just a really small thing so it FEELS so insignificant and not worth the toll of the fact my actual self is there!!!!!!!!! #BUT I also have a husband wjo writes and I know how exciting any kinda fan creation is especially with authors not getting nearly as much- #-love and attention as visual artists do over their work and so I will begrudgingly share this cus I’m REALLY enjoying the fic so far!!!!!! #so DAMNED BE MY EMBARRASSMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #*squints* do I tag jerry? I should tag jerry- let him know I still love his stinky self #Jerry #he even gets an uppercase J cus I love him #ALSO I NEED YOU TO KNOW I DREW THIS IN THE CHAPTER B E F O R E EVERYTHING STARTED HAPPENING #SPUR OF THE MOMENT DOODLE #I was so innocent back then 😔 #so pure… *sheds a tear* #XHFXHXHFZFJXFJ SO ANYWAYS YEAH #I’m!!!!! Really enjoying the fic and anybody who might be reading this should check it out through the blog I tagged!!!!!!!!!!

[harringtonspolaroids]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

a/n: a sad billy drabble i had in drafts bc why not LOL. if it's badly written its bc i was crying at 1 am to mitski while doing it so enjoy <3

warnings: character death, angst, cursing idk i just sad grief stuff

word count: 985

You didn’t know if you screamed when it happened or if you were silent. In fact, most of what had happened had been left in the back of your mind in a blur. All you could hear was the sickening sound of whatever that thing had as claws passing through his body. Billy’s body. Your Billy. You tried to run to him but Steve had a grip on your arm that he refused to let go of. Maybe he was afraid you would face the fate as Billy, but you didn’t care as long as it meant you could be with him.

“Let go of me.”

“Y/N I can’t-”

“Let go of me!” You were yelling now and with enough force you managed to escape his hold. You ran off down the once glistening mall’s broken escalator, and headed straight to where Billy laid. You felt as if it was just the two of you. As you sat next to him, you held Billy’s face in your hands, getting him to look at you, the same way you had done to him many times in the past, when he would show up to your house. The black in his veins was starting to fade, and for a moment you held a glimmer of hope. Hope that you two could return to normal or at least just be with each other. The hope started to fade when you saw the color leave from his face.

You let out a whisper of his name, trying to get him back to you. “You can’t do this to me.”

It was selfish to feel like you wanted him back for your own sake, and not for himself or anyone else but it was true. You needed him.

You rambled on, “What happened huh? You- you’re supposed to take me to college god, what about California? You said we were gonna move there after graduation, we need to buy a house, B, we haven’t even done that yet, god what about prom-” You knew half of what you were saying was meaningless. Or at least unimportant. But California, that was something that stuck out. The two of you had dreamed about it, the day you could see Billy finally free, happy, without any worries. He had promised to teach you to surf. He had wanted you to meet his friends there, the only real ones he felt he had ever had. And you knew this because he had trusted you with knowing everything, you had been there for him and him for you. That was the way it was supposed to be. A tear fell from your eye and you watched as it fell into a spot of the black blood on his face. The tears didn’t mix into it for some reason. It stayed there taking up space. Your hand moved towards his, holding it. The world between you two stayed silent until Billy spoke. “I’m sorry.” That wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

“No, no, no, no….” You were sure that to the others around you, you must’ve looked insane. You moved your face closer to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat, maybe it would be a miracle, maybe he survived, or maybe you would just wake up from this horrible nightmare of a life. You didn’t hear anything. You think you might have screamed there.

“Y/N,” Max’s soft voice pulled you out of your trance. You could barely even look at the girl. “Is he…”

You said nothing, until you heard the girl’s sobs fade into the background, your thoughts still running wild. You and Billy were supposed to be happy. This was supposed to be the best summer ever, because it would be the first summer you two were together. The two of you should’ve been at that stupid carninval you wanted to go. He should have been winning you a stuffed animal, and you should’ve been complaining about the dirt, with Billy making a remark about your terrible choice in footwear.

Instead, you were holding his dead body.

After that, the world once again turned into a mostly fuzzy blur. You think Steve had to drag you out of there. That you remembered. You remembered the way, he told you it was time to go, and you remembered you insisting it couldn’t have happened. You remembered the way he had to pull you off the ground and literally drag you away kicking and screaming like a child. It felt childish. You never were one to make a scene, and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You were sure Max or El or Nancy or anyone else in the group, thought you were crazy yet it was the least of your worries.

You had sat in the ambulance alone with an ice pack on your forehead for a bruise you had gotten.

Nancy and Jonathan had both offered you to sit with them and you told them “no.” Steve had also asked and you’d declined. A police officer had come up to you, asking you if you were okay, but your eyes were trained on the mall slowly burning to the ground.

The woman left you alone after a while, and you sat there, a towel on your shoulders. You couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.

You felt yourself slowly forget the details of what happened. You couldn’t remember what your reaction was, or what time it was, but you could remember one thing. His eyes. Billy’s eyes had been staring into you for that period, and you never looked away. You hoped you wouldn’t forget everything else. You hoped you wouldn’t forget his voice, or his smile, or the way he smelled of the cheap cologne you hated and those cigarettes you were trying to get him to quit. But you knew you would also forget eventually. Just like everything else.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagines #i really dont like this but it helped me cope w his death just a teeny tiny bit better so #i think its the short sentences i hate but oh well #i wanted it to be sad idk i hope u baes like this #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction

[karalynlovescake]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Alex Taylor/Dolph Laserhawk Characters: Alex Taylor (Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix), Dolph Laserhawk, Warden Sarah Fisher (Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix), Pagan Min, Bullfrog Additional Tags: time loops, General season 1 fuckery, Major character death because time loops, Using repeat plays to work things out with your ex, Suicide, but in the usual manor of time loops, where you're just killing yourself so you can reload your save, Hooking up with your ex in inadvisable locations, Sexual Situations Summary:

Obviously you save before jumping off the roof to hijack the Vice President, anyone who’s played video games will tell you that’s a no-brainer.

Unfortunately it's the only save point.

If at first you don't succeed...

#Fanfic #my fanfic #time loops #back to writing for teeny tiny fandoms go me #captain laserhawk

[stergeon]

Rating: Mature (Graphic depictions of violence. See tags and chapter end notes for content warnings)

Category: Gen, F/F

Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Edelgard von Hresvelg

Relationships: Edelgard von Hresvelg & Hubert von Vestra, Edelgard von Hresvelg/F!Byleth

Words: 4.2k (20k completed)

Chapters: 2/8 (Updates M-W-F with 2 chapters per update)

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It is the summer of Imperial Year 1183. It has been two years since the war with the Church of Seiros began, two years since Byleth Eisner disappeared in the Battle of Garreg Mach, and one year since the death of Emperor Emeritus Ionius IX.

For the first time since her father's death, Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg has returned to the palace in the Adrestian capital of Enbarr. In the aftermath of a nightmare, Edelgard reflects on her homecoming, her identity, and the people and events that have shaped the course of her life.

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please read the tags and check the content warnings in the chapter end notes. this story extensively discusses the traumatic events that have influenced edelgard's character and, as such, deals with very heavy topics. feel free to reach out if there are additional tags or content warnings i should add (comments/critique are also welcome!).

this story would not exist without @arrow44 who very kindly beta read it. check out their work on ao3!

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard #edeleth #fe3h fanfic #fe16 #nervous about this one lol #i wrote it in a different style to challenge myself and i have indeed been challenged. #it's a character study that is almost more of a series of essays than a proper narrative #might also be the most pretentious thing i've ever written so hopefully it does not loop around into being stupid #i just really love my girl and want to pick her brain apart into teeny tiny pieces #*extremely lesbian sigh* she's so interesting. #and sooooo sick. but we can't all be mentally well can we #story is complete btw #the update schedule is just to force me to do some more editing :0(

[ratinayellowbandana]

For the prompt thing: Orange 4, or November 17/29?

hi! i sort of took all three and combined them into one with a couple minor changes. thank you so much for suggesting these! I had a lot of fun & I hope you enjoy :)

length: ~700 words

some prompt lists if you're so inclined || my ao3

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Warm sunlight filters through mismatched drapes. One hangs a bit crooked on its mounted branch. A handful of secondhand nails tack the ends to the wall. The orange tartan pattern clashes a bit with the pale green florals of its counterpart, but both somehow fit in this strange liminal space Imogen has come to know as Laudna’s home. 

They’re a ways into the forest at this point, and Imogen is impressed that Laudna even managed to find this spot in the first place. 

The woman herself bustles around excitedly, hastily tidying the living area and straightening a plush, velvety throw pillow. Imogen gets the impression she really wasn’t expecting guests. 

“...and that is why I’ve been banned from the brothel,” Laudna is saying, and Imogen startles back to the conversation.

“Wait, what?” 

Laudna waves her hand. “They had so many! I figured they would hardly miss one–”

“...people?”

“Pillows,” Laudna corrects, “You could hardly fit on the bed. I swear, I could have crawled in and never come out.” 

“Right.” Imogen nods, still a bit perplexed but more occupied by taking in the details of the room. 

A garland of woven flowers curls around the corners and lines the space where the walls meet the ceiling. The plants are long dead and wilted, but they match the rest of the decor perfectly. 

“That took me three days.” Laudna nods approvingly at her work, noticing where Imogen’s gaze has landed. “I suppose it was a bit more, ah, colorful when it was fresh, but I’m rather fond of it all the same.” She resumes her whirlwind, reaching for a metal rod of some sort–it almost looks as if it could be a mangled dagger–to nudge the embers of her hearth back to life. “Tea? I’m afraid it’s all I have at the moment, but I made the blend myself.” A note of pride colors her voice. 

Imogen was brought up with manners, and it’s those manners that keep her from mentioning the stifling summer heat. Tea is not necessarily her drink of choice on a day like today, but she can hardly say no. Not when Laudna is looking at her so earnestly, anxious fingers clearly searching for something to do. 

“Sounds like a dream,” Imogen smiles sincerely. 

“It’s truly the least I can do,” Laudna says, “You saved my life, after all.” 

Imogen’s already heat-flushed face colors further thinking about the incident. Her stomach turns. She hadn’t exactly meant to do anything. She was attuned to the thoughts around her and saw the attack coming a mile away, and then it just…happened. She hadn’t thought about it, only acted. And acting, she learned, meant accidentally felling three grown men with a lightning bolt she didn’t know she could summon. She rubs her palms self-consciously, recalling the sting of electricity. 

“There we are.” Laudna sets two cups on a chopped log she’s been using as a dining table. The edges have been rounded, and the top sanded to a smooth finish. It’s rather remarkable, really, what Laudna has managed to accomplish. 

Imogen tells her so, and Laudna beams. 

“Ah!” She exclaims, “I nearly forgot. Close your eyes; don’t look down.” She stands and scurries back to the shelf housing her assorted ingredients. After listening to her rummage for a moment, Imogen hears her set something on the table. “Alright,” Laudna says, satisfied, “now you can look.” 

A small clay pot sits at the center of the log with a chip taken out of the rim and a stick poking out the top. 

“Honey,” Laudna states gleefully. “I adore a bit with my tea, but the bees get rather angry when you disrupt them, you see, so I rarely find myself in possession. But this is a special occasion, of course.” Her face falls. “I should have asked if you take honey with your tea. Or sugar?”

Imogen cuts her off. “This is lovely,” she promises.

Laudna seems to relax at that.  

“So,” Imogen starts, sipping her tea, “tell me more about how you ended up stealin’ pillows from a brothel?”

#me: im gonna keep these to like 500 words #a drabble even #me: no <3 #teeny tiny unedited ficlets my beloved #this is so much fun though thank you to the folks who keep sending me things #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #critical role #critical role fanfiction #imodna fanfiction #imodna fanfic #my fic

[abutterflyobsession]

I’ve been cheating on strange magic and writing fic for another fandom I am so ashamed

#a butterfly obsesses #well teeny tiny things #you can't seem them >:| #*watching trigun stampede earlier this year* I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me #I'm just hoping they edge me back to my fanfics proper #*stares at strange magic folder* do something

[kagehinafromtheconcrete]

afterglow || your hand in mine (fictober day 09)

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kagehina fic summary: Kageyama has learned a lot of things since befriending Hinata Shouyou. Things about Hinata, things about himself. How to open up. How to be vulnerable. How to love. And Hinata? Hinata learns more about Kageyama than he ever thought he would. First-year Kagehina/Hinakage drabble collection ft. the rest of Karasuno, written for sarahenany. Slowly working through the remaining Fictober 2022 prompts! fictober day 09: "sounds like 'you' problem" by @fictober-event ch summary: After practice one day, Hinata feels insecure about his size. This isn't unusual, but Kageyama says something that makes Hinata rethink his position on the court and his place on the team.

entire drabble below. :) find the whole collection: ao3 // tumblr

Hinata narrowed his eyes. “I… I can’t tell.”

Noya brought his face closer to their hands, squinting as well. He frowned in concentration. “I can’t… either. You know what that means, right, Shouyou?”

“What?”

“It means I win.”

“Whaaa?!” Hinata jerked his hand away, giving his upperclassman an offended look. “That’s not fair, Noya-san!”

“Of course it is.” Noya’s frown vanished and was replaced a second later with a toothy grin. “I have seniority!” 

“How does that make your hands bigger than mine?”

“Because seniority~” Noya sang as if it made perfect sense, even though it didn’t make any sense at all.

“Yeah, well,” Hinata began, scrambling to think. “Well, I’m still an inch taller than you!”

Noya gasped, now looking just as offended as Hinata felt. “Going for that single inch? Shouyou! You wound me.”

“Oh, knock it off, you two,” their captain said. “You’re supposed to be helping clean up! Did you forget your promise this morning?”

Noya slumped forward, and in a defeated voice: “To work with everyone to clean up for the event this evening.”

“And?”

“And that’s why practice ended early,” Hinata added with a sad sigh.

“Good.”

“You’re both short to me,” Tsukishima said suddenly.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what I’m known for these days.” Hinata rolled his eyes as he stood up to fulfill Daichi’s orders. “Nobody’s gonna let me live it down.”

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

“Don’t you worry, Shouyou,” Noya said, standing as well after giving Tsukishima a dirty look. He clapped Hinata on the back with enthusiasm, their argument now long forgotten. “I’m not giving up on you. We’ll always suffer together!”

Across the court, Tanaka burst into laughter. Despite this, Hinata smiled at his upperclassman, trying to remain in good spirits. “Thanks, Noya-san.”

Twenty minutes later, when they’d finished cleaning up and changed out of their practice clothes, Hinata walked in step with Kageyama like he usually did when practice concluded for the day. It was oddly quiet—but then again, it wasn’t unusual for Kageyama to stay silent while Hinata babbled away. This time, though, Hinata didn’t feel like talking, either.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Kageyama noticed.

“What’s with you?” 

“Hm?”

“You’re moping.”

“I’m not moping,” Hinata defended, giving him a heated look.

“Are too.”

“Hush it."

“It’s the hand thing, isn’t it?”

Hinata opened his mouth to deny it once more but then paused, irritated because Kageyama was right. And maybe that was stupid or made him seem childish, but he didn’t care—he’d always been self-conscious about his size, and while Noya didn’t seem particularly worried back in practice, it did bother Hinata, because, well…

He’d always thought it was cool that other players—Kageyama included—could hold a volleyball with one hand. Hinata hated that he couldn’t do it, himself. His hands just weren’t big enough.

 “Oi,” Kageyama said when Hinata remained silent. “What’s your deal? Why does that matter?”

It took Hinata a few moments to realize that he’d stopped walking, causing Kageyama to pause in his steps as well, only a foot or so ahead of him. 

“Shut up,” Hinata said sourly. He gripped his handlebars tightly, gazing at the pavement. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause you’re tall! Nobody picks on you for being short. Nobody would pick on you for having tiny hands.”

Kageyama didn’t respond, at first. Hinata risked a glance up at him to see why and found that Kageyama wasn’t even looking at him—instead, his eyes were locked on Hinata’s hands.

“Your size is actually your greatest weapon,” he said eventually. 

Hinata’s frown deepened. “I know. Volleyball is all about size. You don’t have to keep reminding me.”

“No, I mean, it’s your greatest weapon, personally,” Kageyama went on. “You’re short, so everyone looks at you and thinks, ‘This guy isn’t a threat.’ But you are. You’re the biggest threat we have.”

Hinata’s breath caught in his throat upon hearing the words, eyes blown wide. Something fluttered in his stomach—a sensation that he’d associated with Kageyama time and time again—and he thought, in the safety of his own mind:

How come you know exactly what to say to make me speechless?

“...oh.” A tiny, excited smile pulled at his lips. “You think that?”

“You’ve proved it, you idiot.”

“Me,” Hinata echoed, suddenly extremely giddy. “A threat. The biggest threat in Karasuno.”

“You still have a lot to learn,” Kageyama warned abruptly. "Don't let it go to your head."

“As if you have any room to say that to me.”

Hinata’s grin shifted into something less gleeful and more teasing as he spoke. Still, he couldn’t deny the joy that spread through him brought by Kageyama’s words. It was so strong that he wanted to take off on his bike with a celebratory cheer, and he was getting ready to do just that when something curled around his wrist.

Hinata froze. “Wh…”

He glanced down to check and yeah, that was Kageyama’s hand. When he lifted his gaze to give Kageyama a questioning look, Kageyama wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“S—” He stumbled, cheeks pink. “So, uh…”

“...Kageyama?”

“Don’t. Um.”

Hinata blinked, waiting.

“Just don’t let it bother you,” Kageyama finally spat out. “It’s—it’s not like it has to be a bad thing.”

It took him a few moments to realize that Kageyama was trying to reassure him. It was… almost funny how Kageyama could say something that would stick with him for a long time without even trying, but when he actually put the effort into cheering him up, he didn’t know how.

Once again, Hinata’s smile changed. Grew softer. Sweeter. His wrist felt warm underneath Kageyama’s fingers, and slowly, experimentally, he moved his hand to touch Kageyama’s.

Unlike Noya’s, Kageyama’s hand was much larger than his own. He rested his palm against Kageyama’s, lining up their fingers, and for once, the size difference didn’t bother him.

He... kind of liked it.

“Alright,” he said softly, with that same smile. Kept their hands pressed together. Found the warmth to be pleasant. He didn’t pull away.

Neither did Kageyama.

#dnofsunshine #haikyuu!! fanfic #haikyuu!! #kagehina #drabble collection #afterglow (drabble collection) #karasuno volleyball club #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #nishinoya yuu #tsukishima kei #sawamura daichi #tanaka ryuunosuke #hand holding #body image issues #insecurity #my fics #my writing #fluff #ft. a teeny tiny smidge of angst #hq #first-year kagehina #cross posted on ao3

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - THE AS SEEN ON TV TOWN

For: @wisecrownvoid

Boy howdy listener/watcher/reader, have I got an offer for you! Tune in to get the lowdown one everything Amity Park might have to offer you!

So you’re bored? Got nothing to do? No place or body to terrorise? Well come on by Amity Park! Lair of Phantom and of the only humans who realise we exist!

Need incentive? Why there’s a doorway directly there just within the BarenLands, and its permanent and always open! So don’t you worry about getting stuck amongst the living, running low on ecto-energy, or just being inescapably bothered by their living ways!

And with the residents knowing about ghosts they won’t right you off as just an hallucination! Or trick of the light! No! They will know to fear you and FLEE! UnlessyouaretheBoxyGhost

But even if you just want a leisurely stroll in the living world! Fear not! While those silly living know to fear us, they only will if you threaten them!

In fact, many of them have made pets of the local ecto-fauna! Why just look at this little old weak frail living creature and how he’s giving frequent Amity Park visitor Johnny thirteen some change for a coffee! Even Cujo, Phantom’s vicious puppy, can be frequently found for lots of happy pats and fetch!

But now what if you’re actually looking for a fight? Why Amity’s got you covered whether you want a true green fisticuffs throw down or just harass the Zone out of someone trying their little living heart out to destroy you! The local ghost hunters couldn’t catch a fly but they will put on one Hell of a show! Happily barging through entire walls and always coming up with new and crazy inventions! Who knows! You might be really lucky like Skulker and get to have a shrunken adventure!

Now for those wanting a real fight, look no farther than Danny Phantom. He is the definition of combative and will come fists blazing! But be prepared to be bested and stuffed inside a thermos! But! That’s all part of the experience of a genuine Phantom fight! A beloved past time of many! And! It’s a very easy trip home. UnlessyouaretheBoxGhostandPhantomisannoyedwithyouLivedExperienceEntertainmentisnotresponsibleforyoubeingburiedinabackyardforfivehours.

Still not sold yet?!? Well let me let you in on a little secret, there isn’t a living or half dead being there that isn’t easily distracted; you can absolutely get away with doing whatever you want so long as you’re careful. Besides! Who doesn’t love a little trickery and sneaking around! A bad ghost! That’s who!

So come on down to Lived Experience Entertainment, located by the hulking mass of carnivorous feathers, and get yourself a guide for your getaway to Amity Park; ghost central of the mortal realm!

Weofferplansfromonehourtotwoweekscheckusoutformoredetails.

…

Danny blinks, leaning back a little as the weird jester-looking man disappeared from the screencast. “You… you have to be fucking kidding me”.

End.

Prompt: Amity Park is seen as a Ghost vacation hotspot. The citizens all know ghosts are real and most of the ghost hunters are harmless, you get to 1 v 1 a fourteen year old, free transport back to the ghost zone in relative comfort if you lose, and you can enact your evil plan to take over the world for like a good week before getting noticed if your subtle enough.

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2022 #tv ad #itty bitty teeny tiny little ficlet #danny fenton #amity park #fanfic #phan #phic #mywriting #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker