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these-posts-arent-real · 20 hours

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Oh StarClan... your dash has turned into warrior cats again.

#sorry <3 #this one has parts that are based off of that #one post rhats like "if there were cat-people #do you think calico tboys would try to dye over their patches"

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Me & Night (my mate)!!!

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:O Kip's mate has finally been revealed!!! And his name is Night? Cooool.

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Yeah haha. Technically his full name is Night Hunter, Bringer of Darkness, but it feels so weirdly formal calling him that, so I usually stick to just Night.

#life #kittypet #collar tw #cw collars #id in alt text

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I find it really funny when I see cats on here vaguepost about big blogs. Like cmon mouse-brain everyone here knows who you're talking about. Just say their name.

#this is about that one mommy blogger shitting on kipper the kittypet #btw #in case some of you couldnt tell #would be funny if it wasnt so stupid

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Hahaaaaa.... my mother found out ive been slowly dyeing my ginger patches black...

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Why would you do that??? Being a tortie is so cool, I wish I had ginger patches! They're so pretty, why do you want to get rid of them???

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Uhm. Gender dysphoria??

Like. I know cis male tortoiseshells exist but they're so rare that most cats take one look at me and go "oh, tortie, must be a girl" and that hurts.

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OH STARCLAN im so sorry Rot i wasnt even thinking about you being trans, I probably sounded really insensitive... I do understand what you're saying now.

Didn't even ask, how did your mom take it? Does she know why?

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You're fine <3 I get it. And no, she uh.. has no clue why I did it, she thinks I'm in my "emo phase" or something.

🐍 xviper-the-fagx

Uhh unrelated but what do you use to dye your fur?? Asking for... science...

#"science" meaning i am also a tortie tboy #well technically i'm calico but ykwim

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I can't be the only one here who thinks it's unfair to allow kittypets on this site. Posting pictures of themselves and their mates inside of the twolegplace, influencing the young kits on this site to abandon their Clans... surely everyone else sees the problem with this as well.

This is Clanblr, not "Kittypetblr". This was specifically made as a space for Clan cats to connect, not for kittypets to push their lifestyle on us.

They're going to convince our kits to abandon their home and their belief in StarClan just for a more secure life.

#EXACTLY #I only recently found out ex-tc Kipper was a kittypet #it was so upsetting to me because i've always loved his wood-scratch art #to find out he's a clan-abandoner was so saddening

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The recent drama surrounding Kipper the Kittypet is sad and I hate that he's being bashed just for existing, but it's also incredibly stupid. I believe the cat who wrote the original post said something like, "it's CLANblr, not KITTYPETblr," and then something about belief in StarClan and I just... do you even realize how many Clanblr mods are non-Clan and/or don't believe in StarClan?

To name a few, @s-t-a-r-burning is former WindClan now rogue & openly an atheist, @theshadowhaseyes has been a kittypet his whole life, and @ssuunnrraayy-p has made zir entire blog about how ze travels from one Clan to another & doesnt consider zimself a Clan cat. Those are all mods. "It's clanblr no-" shut up. Just shut up.

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🧷 name-lists-by-theme

Theme: Water

as always, these work as either part of your name, but they are intended as the first part!

-Abyss

-Bay

-Bog

-Cove

-Creek

-Current

-Dew

-Fog

-Lagoon

-Lake

-Marsh

-Mist

-Pond

-Pool

-Puddle

-Rain

-Shallow

-Sleet

-Spray

-Splash

-Storm

-Stream

-Torrent

Keep reading

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I think a lot of cats put way too much emphasis on the parts of the warrior code that dont matter, and forget the parts that do, like "feed elders and kits first" and "never neglect a kit in pain or danger"... I feel like those are significantly more important than "a warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet," but maybe that's just me.

#berry yaps #I'm irritated by the kittypet drama going on on this site

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I feel like we don't talk enough about how SkyClan got chased out of their own territory during a time of crisis rather than all of the Clans trying to make room for everyone...

I mean, seriously. I know it's taught to all SkyClan apprentices, but I've talked to some of my friends from other Clans and they just. Didn't know that. They were never taught that the other Clans allowed SkyClan to be chased out due to territory loss.

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:/ im pretty sure the whole thing about skclan being kicked out of their territory is just a conspiracy theory

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Imagine trying to tell a cat that they don't know their own Clan's history 💀

#ohh i finally found it again #that 1 fucker trying to say that skyclan's history is a "conspiracy theory"

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:/ I do not like being stuck on the wrong site.

#fakeposting #fake dash #fake dashboard #warrior cats #warriors #warriors dashboard simulator #warriors dashboard sim #dash sim #warrior cats dashboard #cat dashboard simulator #dashboard simulator #dash simulator #unreality

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howtofightwrite · 1 day

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Most traditional boxing instructors will tell you that if the opponent is taller than you, has longer arms than you, or is heavier than you, you're fucked and you need to stay extremely aware and work really hard to compensate for all the advantage he has over you.

In a recent forensic survey, it was determined that most traditional boxing instructors who get into real world altercations die when they're shot in the head.

This is the problem with a lot of these kinds of arguments. No one practices traditional boxing. At least, no one does so publicly. How do I know this? Because traditionally boxers fought in the nude. Yeah, we're not seeing that, are we? Now, maybe they meant bare knuckle boxing, but really no one does that either, these days. Boxing without safety equipment is not a particularly good idea, for fairly obvious reasons.

The only reason the word, “traditional,” is in the ask is to lend their statement unearned credibility. It's an attempt to make their statement sound more authoritative, without offering any evidence to support the statement.

Who said that?

“Traditional people did.”

Okay, but, 'traditionally,' people cleaned shit off their ass with a stick. So, maybe appealing to Hellenic sports isn't the best gauge of how a fight will play out.

Also, I know I just said it, but, who are these authoritative sports guys? Because they're not named. We're simply told, “most,” of them agree. Which starts to sound a lot like “four out of five dentists agree.” Who are these instructors? What do they teach? Why are the currently in prison for indecent exposure? And how much did you pay them to get their uninformed opinion? Salient questions which may need to be answered, if the original question wasn't invalid on its face.

Why do I say it's invalid?

Because boxing isn't fighting.

Boxing is a sport.

Boxing has rules.

Kick your opponent in the groin, or shin, and you're punished.

Step on their foot, push them, and watch them tumble to the ground before you start stomping on them, and you'll be punished.

Throwing your opponent will be punished.

And of course, as mentioned at the top, pulling out a gun and expanding your opponent's mental horizons is extremely frowned upon.

These are all things that can happen in a real fight.

These are all things that do not benefit from increased height or reach.

There is one genuinely accurate statement. In a fight, you do need to be very aware of what's going on around you. Everything else is the product of someone who's been punched in the head repeatedly until the CTEs got them thinking that boxing is analogous to a real fight in any way. (And, statistically, will probably end their career sitting in a jail cell over an aggravated assault charge, because their emotional self-control was completely destroyed by those same head injuries.)

The rules that boxers need to follow are designed to (somewhat) protect the participants. It reduces the dangers of a boxer being killed in the ring. In an observation that I would hope to be self-evident, those rules don't exist in actual combat.

It's also amusing, because the original Asker had to go so far as to single out an ill-defined, “traditional” boxing, because no other martial art they checked gave them the soundbite they wanted.

And, of course, women box. Historically, you could say, “traditionally,” there were even boxing matches between men and women. It wasn't until the 1880s that women were excluded from competitive boxing in the UK. (I'm not sure of the exact date when women were banned from boxing in the US, though that prohibition lasted for less than a century, before the modern return of women to the sport.)

So, either these “traditional instructors” don't know the history of their own sport... which doesn't sound particularly “traditional” to me, or they're full of shit.

My advice to everyone would be, maybe, don't take the advice of a sports coach about how he's secretly an absolute badass in all the delusional fantasies he's cooked up about how he'd like to inflict violence on others because they wouldn't date him.

-Starke

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lucilferz · 2 days

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~ you know i love you so ʚ♡ɞ

pairing: kento nanami x fem!reader

synopsis: falling in love with teenage nanami ♡

contains: not proofread, nanami lives in my head rent free. mentions of death, brief description of injuries, yelling

another day, another mission. and with that, another body in the morgue.

no one ever said training to become a jujutsu sorcerer would be easy—losing people you know left and right was expected.

but falling in love in the process? not so expected.

it began in your first year at jujutsu high. being partnered with nanami or haibara was typical, maybe even all three of you, but recently, you and nanami had been paired up more often than normal.

at first, there was little chatter between you two. the only communication was about the details of the mission or the curse that was to be exorcised. this went on for every mission you were assigned together.

…until he was yelling at you for your recklessness.

“what the hell were you thinking?!” nanami shouted. “i told you not to go ahead! is it that hard to listen for once?”

you rolled your eyes at him, mind fuzzy, as you slid back against a wall. you could feel the cold concrete through the material of your shirt. “stop yelling, my head hurts..”

he scoffs in response. “do you know how lucky you are? that i was there in time—”

“i get it, i get it! jeez, you’re like an old man,” you grumbled, failing to meet his eyes. surprisingly, nanami didn’t respond.

sitting in disappointed silence, you began to fidget with the the rips in your uniform. you winced as you ran your fingers over a cut on your bicep. it wasn’t life-threatening, but the skin surrounding the cut flared red. “the curse must’ve used some sort toxin or something…”

nanami was quiet for a moment before crouching down to look at your arm. you looked up at him, finding an unreadable expression on his face. his eyes were unclear as he analyzed your injuries

“doesn’t look too deep,” he spoke in a hushed tone. gently, nanami pulled up the sleeve of your uniform, careful to avoid the cut.

letting out a heavy sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, most likely attempting to call for medical assistance.

“how bad is it, doc?” you joked. you were expecting a glare and a scolding on how your injuries were ‘no laughing matter’, but all you heard was a mumbled apology.

“huh?” you cocked an eyebrow. “did you just—”

“i’m sorry i let this happen to you.”

you jerked your head back in shock. “the hell are you talking about?”

nanami averted his gaze, only increasing your confusion.

“nanami, look at me.”

he peered up at you through his lashes. softly exhaling, you reached up with your good arm and tucked his blond hair behind his ears.

his lips slightly parted at your actions, but he soon resumed his calm exterior.

you gave him a small smile, as well as a brief chuckle. “this isn’t your fault. at all.”

nanami let out a huff, only for him to turn his head away again. sighing, you grabbed his chin, slowly turning it towards you. “thank you for saving me, nanami.”

nanami didn’t reply. based on the look in his eyes, you thought tell he felt responsible for you getting hurt. for not paying attention and letting you wander off.

it may have been true that he thought it was his fault you were injured, but his mind was elsewhere. he could feel his cheeks warm at your touch. his chest felt tight, his heartbeat quickened…he felt like he was the one affected by poison.

“nanami?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“hm?” he hummed.

“you okay..?” you questioned, tilting your head.

he cleared his throat. “yes, why?”

“i called your name like five times…”

he was taken aback by that. “oh… sorry.”

“are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” you brought the back of your hand to his forehead, feeling his temperature. “you feel warm..”

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

in a flash, his lips were on yours, and it felt electric. the coolness of his slightly-chapped lips colliding with the plush of your own had your heart racing. you were too in shock to reciprocate his actions, and before you knew it, he pulled away.

you two shared staggered breaths, looking into each other’s eyes. nanami’s eyes flooded with regret.

“i’m sorry, i don’t know what came over m—”

grabbing him by the back of the neck, you slammed your lips together.

“you really need to stop apologizing,” you mumbled against his lips. you moaned as you closed your eyes, truly feeling the moment. your mouths fit together perfectly, like a match made in heaven.

you felt his hand tenderly cup your cheek. breaking the kiss, nanami caressed your skin with his thumb. “you don’t know how lovely you are…”

“you think i’m lovely?”

“the loveliest.”

now embarrassed, you pressed your forehead to nanami’s, running your hand through his blonde locks. he chuckled at your reaction.

with a smile on your face, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.

“helloo?” a familiar voice sang. “you guys were taking longer than normal and i was in the area so i thought i’d stop by—”

you and nanami sharply turned your heads at the voice, only to find a certain white-haired, blue-eyed, annoying as all hell upperclassmen.

nanami grunted. “you have got to be kidding me…”

“nanamin?! y/n?! no way—”

a/n: coldplay reference?? anyways, this was fun to write. thanks for reading!!

#kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff #jjk nanami #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru

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kirbsecrets · 10 hours

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Boyfriend!Sukuna R.

Fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

‘kuna~…”

you whine. For 2 hours straight sukuna has been ignoring you. You’ve been trying to get his attention, sticking your lower lip out more; pouting.

You realized as soon as he came over to your house, he’s been quiet scrolling through his phone. It seemed like he wasn’t listening to you.

“ kuna~~” you whine once more before just staring at him, trying to get him to look at you.

However nothing was working. You started to get very annoyed and tried to grab his phone out of his hand. Key word -tried.

Sukuna continued to scroll through whatever as his hand was now on your forehead stopping you from grabbing it.

“Sukuna why are you ignoring me?

What happened?” The frown evidently on your face.

“Tell me please” You beg.

All of a sudden, he puts down his phone and just stares at you. His gaze unwavering from you. His aura basically saying you know what you did.

You play the most recents things him would be upset about but nothing came out of the ordinary. Suddenly, there was one thing that stood out.

“Are you serious…kuna it’s was only a peck”

“It doesn’t matter that’s considered cheating,” Sukuna exaggerates.

“It was in the cheek, and plus it was your brother, he’s only 6.”

Sukuna huffs, looking somewhere else other than you. You couldn’t believe this is what he was upset about.

“kuna look at me,”

… no response

“Ryomen Sukuna,” his head slightly turns but he’s still not looking.

“baby~..” you drag out hoping it would work somehow.

To your disappointment he doesn’t react, anger starts to ooze off from you. Sukuna had never done this before; a handful of times he was joking about ignoring you however this time it was different.

The pout becoming more prominent as you seemed to run out of ideas. Then, all of a sudden a thought makes it way to the surface.

You take sukuna’s face in your hands and try to place a kiss on his lips. Suddenly his head is ripped out of your hands as now he is lying on his side facing away from you.

A silent whimper escapes you, as tears start to fall down your face.

“I just want you to stop ignoring me I don’t like it” your emotions spewing everywhere.

“I want a kiss” a sniffle comes from you as you just stare at his form.

“Fine you brat as long as you stop crying,” sukuna says as he suddenly pulls you into a kiss.

As much as it pained sukuna he could never admit it. During the kiss he softly wipes your tears with his calloused hands. Which were rough on your soft pale skin.

“Just don’t do it again, I want you all to myself” he whispers as the night goes on- you guys are cuddling and kissing, embracing in each other warmth.

Authors note: It might be bad I was trying to hurry up and finish it it’s not proofread.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustu sukuna #jjk fluff #jjk smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna fluff

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Teen wolf - Alpha needs his pack Part 2.

Hey, y'all already know who we are right? We're like two of the most popular guys at school. Or maybe the coolest. Or... ok forget I said that. We are just bestfriends, by day we do normal shirt together by some nights Scott is doing his wolf stuff and I try to help out as much as I can.

But recently sometihng has changed. Scott started to act more dominant. We spoke less and less. He is so focused on the pack and the dangers that might come, but that's not how Scott usually is. Also, what happened to Theo? He is always ten steps behind Scott like some sort of a servant and he even keeps looking at me. But not with his self-centered I AM BETTER THAN YOU look, but now he looks like he wants to tell me sometihng, like he is being punished. I'll try to talk to him, since Scott is distancing himself from me now. HE EVEN GOT A TATTOO. Without me! We were talking getting one and he didn't wait for me. Ok, maybe my dad would be against it, but I would resist. Maybe, for a while. Ok, I wouldn't dare, but you know. He could have said something.

I think I was getting really desperate. My best friend is not talking to me, everyone else would think the way that I do. I knew If I were in his pack he couldn't ignore me. But if my dad found out I was bitten someday, he would flip. Or maybe I would too. The first transformation must be horrible. Which is why I contacted one witch. She is not evil, but doesn't work for free. And I still didn't have an idea how to get Scott to talk to me, but she would know what to do. Wouldn't she?

We met up in the forest. She brough a box with her with all sorts of potions and equipment. She was a middle aged, very beautiful woman, nice hair, leather jacket.

"Hey. You're not the witch from Snow White I was expecting."

"Money" she said annoyed after my joke

I handed her the money. And started nervously: "Haha, sorry about that. I just get nervous handling illegal stuff in the dark with strangers. Not like I would do that, like ever. Not like drugs or anything. I don't do drugs..."

"You talk too much." She handed me a small vial of liquid. As I observed the vial, she touched my hand. "Do you even know, there's some magic in you? Are you so blind to everything around you, you don't even see whats in you?"

"I am a wizard?"

"No. You have some magic, but you're weak." she started packing her things and getting ready to leave.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what to do."

"Drink it to get close to who you want." she said mysteriously.

What does that even mean? I drank the whole vial and she just smiled at me. I hope that's a good sign. A smile from a witch. Sure

Suddenly a noise echoed through the forrest. That sounded like a howl. The witch was already running away from me.

In a minute Derek appeared behind me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I was really surprised to see him, but also not. The wolves always protect the Beacon Hills so if there was a creature tresspassing, they would know. I tried to sound confident. "Well I could be asking you the same thing"

"Do you even know that the Dread doctors are in Beacon Hills?! Has no one told you they pose a threat, Stiles?!? They want to get to Scott and you are parading in a forrest doing god knows what."

"I was just... on a midnight walk. It's very healthy actually. You should try sometimes. But I guess you run a lot around the town during the night. Right. Anyway..."

"Stiles, shut the fuck up and let's go."

He touched my arm and then my whole world flipped. It must have happened really fast, but for us it felt like ages. I even think I saw Derek's aura? soul? I don't know. But those things switched places in our bodies. They positioned themself and after that I opened my eyes again.

I saw myself. Myself from Derek's eyes. As I looked down I saw Derek's muscles. Oh man, he's gonna kill me now.

"Stiles?!?" the expression of my face changed from my usual friendly approach to the one I might have had maybe the last time playing a video game. I didn't even know my face could do this.

"Yesss?" whoa. Did that vibrating manly voice just come out of me? That's so hot. I have to calm down before Derek notices I am not that mad about the situation as he is.

"What exactly have you been doing here? And I need you to tell me everything." haha. My body looks so funny when he's trying to look angry.

I told him how I felt about Scott, how the witch took the money and gave me the vial and how I drank it.

He laughed of frustration. "You fuckin' idiot. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"The Dread Doctors were planning to swap you and Scott. You were suppose to go meet him after this, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well of course. Our little stiles feels intimidated by Scott new ball drop and wants to be close, just to endanger the whole town in doing so. What would you do if you swapped with him? Would you manage being the Alpha? HUH? No, right. Didn't think so."

"Sorry, this wasn't the plan."

"Oh I know it wasn't. And it sure wasn't my plan to spend the evening fucking myself."

"WHAT?! WHAT do you mean?! Why should I.... YOU...WHAT?"

"Every magical thing has a twist. And maybe from every cheesy freaky friday movie you watch, you might understand, that the people that swap have to get close somehow, make up. They always have to 'learn a lesson', 'try to walk in each others shoes', but they all take the long way. The fastest way to swap is to know how the other one FEELS."

"Derek, I... I don't know if I want this."

"Well I sure as don't want this kid, but we don't have a choice now, do we? Now, get on your knees. I got places to be."

He came close to me and started unzipping my jeans.

"Hey that's my dick!"

"No, it's mine now. And if you don't want it to be like this forever, which I really don't, then SUCK IT!"

I have to say, that seeing my own body being so dominant was in some ways really hot. I lowered myself.

"I have never seen it from this angle. It looks really nice."

"Stiles. SUCK IT!"

I didn't want to bee yelled at anymore, but Derek's body seemed to react to it slightly. I liked the shaft first, grabbing the lower part of my dick and positioned my mouth over it. My beard over my lips slightly scratching the head of my dick seemed to cause sensation to him. I pushed the dick more and more. Damn, almost no gag reflex. Convenient. My dick is real nice I gotta say. Striaght, slightly hairy, nice balls. It's not one of the biggest out there, but it's not bad in the mouth.

I accelerated. He started moaning. I used my right hand to jerk the lower half and blow the top. I think I'm getting good at this. Maybe cause Derek now put his hand in my hair to hold onto something.

"So you like it huh?"

"DON'T STOP!"

I got back to it, accelerating even more until streams of cum released into my mouth. I swallowed.

"So? When do you think we're gonna swap?" I asked him

He hyperventilated from the orgasm. "I... I thought this would work actually."

"Well maybe we gotta fuck for real. Let's go to my place. My dad's on duty now.

We entered my room. I could see the post nut clarity in his eyes. Post nut clarity and desperation. Nothing I haven't seen before on my own face.

"Ok, Derek. The lube is in the drawers. There is a completely new one. I haven't had a chance to use it. Guess I still won't be the first one using it. Hahah."

"What do you mean?"

"You just came. My body isn't used to cum two times a in an hour, So if you can't do the math, I'll do it for you."

"We'll wait until your body's dick gets hard." he said indifferently

A wave of anger swept over me

"Listen here, Derek. You suggested this and I followed. Now it's your turn to obey and do what I tell you. You don't want to be stuck like this and these are your methods. So we're gonna fuck. And I will be on top. Understand?"

He just nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes. But also excitement. And what I really didn't expect a tent formed in his jeans. That little fucker likes to be dominated. He's just hiding it behind this facade.

I was horny, hell yeah I was. And I also wanted to enjoy being this buff for just a few minutes. I did some pull ups. It went so easily. His body is so amazing. Maybe I should hit the gym after we go back.

Derek just sat shirtless on the bed, watching me lift myself up and down.

I got near him. The sweat drops rolling over my muscles. I took his hand and positioned it on my belt. He unbuckled it. SHIIIT this dick is huge. No wonder when Derek is such a masculine man.

"SUCK IT!" I said just as he said before. Only now, my voice was more manlier than his. He obeyed me, he wanted me to feel good and ge was doing such a great job. I thrusted my hips into his mouth as he was sucking. He choked many time. My body's gag reflex made it worse for him. Take that, that's for before

I took off my pants and he took off his. He turned around and got in position for me to enter him. I took the lube, put some on my hand, then his ass. Then on my new dick. Fuck, it's my first time jerking his dick. And it feels so good. I don't think I want to swap. But if I get my hands on the vial, I could swap with anyone. It would be cool to know what it's like to be Theo. He has a beautiful body.

My mind got back from daydreaming to fucking again. My hard pulsating dick in my hand ready over my hairy ass. I pushed, slowly, gently. I waited for him to get used to it. He moaned like a little bitch. While I waited for him to enjoy the pain I grabbed his dick. He was just as hard as I was. I took my other hand and grabbed him under his neck and took him close to me. My other hand still on his dick, jerking him, my own dick thrusting into him. He moaned. I kissed his neck and bit him a bit. I could feel my wolf teeth come out. But no, not the time

I accelerated. Thrusting more into him and jerking him twice as before. He wasn't moaninf, he was screaming out of pleasure now. And then it hit. Both of us. Be came at the same time. I came into him and ha came all over my bed. We panted, my dick still inside of him slowly getting flacid.

I pulled out. Laying myself down and he did so next to me on the bed.

"Well, that didn't work."

We just looked at each other, both wondering what we were gonna do.

But hey, atleast I get to be part of the pack with Scott now.

A story from inbox that skipped a few others: Maybe a second part of the new alpha where stiles hires some witch to make him and derek swap bodies in order to improve the pack. Maybe even derek had a kink with being smaller and loves the new reality.

Sorry for taking so long, but don't worry. Your story is coming

Part 1:

#body swap #male body swap #body switch #teen wolf body swap

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ofstardustanddreaming · 1 day

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locked out

headcanon summary: you're drunk and unfortunately don't have your key on you. you turn to your neighbor, frank, hoping he won't mind helping out.

content warnings: slight drunkenness

fandom: the punisher

character: frank castle x reader

female reader

anon request

a.n. - i kinda combined two requests instead, where you're drunk and locked out, i hope you don't mind!

Cold air is exactly what you need to sober you up as you walk the short distance back to your apartment from the bar. It freezes your senses, and you shiver, regretting not bringing a heavier jacket with you. The bar was a nice way for you to get distracted from your recent break up, but you unfortunately weren't able to find anyone tonight to take your mind off of it.

You arrive at the front door of your apartment, reveling in the more warm hallways of your apartment, the change from the outdoors was welcome. You bring your bag in front of you, searching through the contents to find your keys. You search thoroughly, tempted to flip the contents around onto the ground.

But no cigar. You've totally locked yourself out. In your excitement on the way over to the bar, you must've lost your keys. Sometimes you tend to forget to put your keys in your purse until you get to your destination, but this time, you must've dropped it in the bar somewhere.

You groan, and have no choice for the night but to call up one of your friends or ask one of your neighbors for help. The latter which you would not prefer to do since you don't know most of your neighbors super well (one of them is super attractive and you get tongue tied, but that's beside the point.) But it might be the only option you have since your friends might be sleeping, or unwilling to drive the distance from their place to yours, for such a short stay for the night anyway considering it's nearly 3 am.

You contemplate sleeping on the ground outside your door, when by some miracle, Frank, the neighbor you find attractive, is trying to sneak towards his door without bothering you. You hope you aren't going to bother him with what huge favor you're about to ask.

Frank sees you sitting there, looking as if you were going through an awful night, but you perk up when you see him. He can't say that he isn't curious, wondering why you were out here. He doesn't have to wonder for long though when you jump up, leaning against your door.

"Hey!" You cringe a bit, knowing you were likely too loud for the hallway of others living here. You continue a bit quieter. "This is the last thing I want to ask of you, considering I know we don't know each other very well, and you're more than welcome to say no. But, I got locked out of my apartment and can't get a replacement key until tomorrow, could I by any chance stay on your couch until the office opens tomorrow for me to do that?"

You get a sinking feeling when he gives you a blank look, but he slowly gives you a smirk, and he nods you in through the open door. You've talked to Frank a handful of times in the year that you've been staying here, and he's been nothing but polite. Which is why the trust you're putting in him is hopeful that he won't do anything. But you're also incredibly thankful you don't have to worry about other strangers sleeping outside your door.

You turn to him after you both enter, unsure of where you could sit. He nods towards the couch, and you gratefully sit. The silence of Frank was making you nervous, as you fidget with the ends of your dress, suddenly aware of what you're wearing.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay over here tonight. I promise, I'll be out so early tomorrow morning." You tell him, now noticing that he seems to be limping everywhere and you're alarmed for his well being. You hop up, hoping to help him if he needs it, but not wanting to cross any boundaries. What was he doing out until 3 if he wasn't doing something akin to what you were doing? Not that you were going to pry when you hardly know each other and it's so late in the night. A topic you'll bring up with him surely some other day.

He waves you back down though and you sit reluctantly. He goes to grab a beer from the fridge and he sits down next to you on the couch. A comfortable distance away though, opposite sides of the couch. You stare nervously at the TV, Frank's leg up on the foot rest in front of the couch.

"You're welcome by the way. Take the time you need in the morning, seems like you've had a hell of a night last night." He says, looking your way. You take the brief moment to take in his disheveled appearance, slight cuts on his face.

"You're one to talk." You snort a bit, looking away. With the awkwardness gone, the both of you have grins as you both chat for a few minutes as Frank finishes his beer off. He gets up to throw it away, and then heading to his closet where he kept a spare blanket and pillow to give to you. He also decided last second to grab you a pair of his shirts and sweatpants in case you wanted to change into something comfortable for your sleep.

Which you are over the moon grateful for, taking his bathroom to do just that. You come back out, eyelids drifting shut as you're about to pass out standing up. You pass by Frank's room going back to the living area, calling out softly one more thank you as you crawl into the sofa, sleep calling your name.

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The next morning, you woke up later than you intended, your phone being dead so you were unable to set an alarm, and you groan as you try sitting up. You notice a glass of water and some Advil on the stand next to the couch and you're eager as you swallow it quickly down.

You see the note he left as well, saying that he's left for work, and you don't have to bother about locking up after. He must really trust you wouldn't do anything either as you stayed here, as you gather your purse and clothing as you walk over to the office. You don't want to imagine how you look to the office workers there as you ask for the spare to your room, feeling warm as they scrutinized you.

After verifying you live in that room, they give you a molded copy and a sizeable price you'll have to pay for the extra, you head back to your apartment, noting the post it Frank left on your door. You grab it on your way in, wanting to read it after you took a long shower and threw his clothes in with some of yours in the wash, intending to give it back tonight. Grabbing the post it note you stuck on the fridge, you settle into the couch, trying to avoid some of the water droplets on the note.

'dinner sometime?' Was all the note said, and you can't help but smile. Maybe you weren't able to find someone at the bar, but it seems like the neighbor next door might be a much better option anyway.

#frank castle oneshot #frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher imagine #the punisher x reader #the punisher oneshot

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punisheddonjuan · 3 days

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I knew that this was going to be about the "Lightning Process" before opening the article.

Ms Cousins had reached a career goal many athletes can only dream of - being selected for the Olympics - when she developed long Covid. By the time the cancelled 2020 Olympic Games in Tokyo were rescheduled for 2021, Ms Cousins was too ill to take part. When she went public with her struggles, she was approached by the Lightning Process. It offered her a free place on a three-day course, which usually costs around £1,000. "They were trying to suggest that I could think my way out of the symptoms, basically. And I disputed that entirely," the former rower said.

[...]

In secret recordings by the BBC, coaches can be heard telling patients that almost anyone can recover from long Covid by changing their thoughts, language and actions. Over three days on Zoom, the course taught the ritual that forms the basis of the programme. Every time you experience a symptom or negative thought, you say the word "stop", make a choice to avoid these symptoms and then do a positive visualisation of a time you felt well. You do this while walking around a piece of paper printed with symbols - a ritual the BBC was told to do as many as 50 times a day.

Pray, tell me, how does one "avoid" a symptom.

In some cases the Lightning Process has encouraged participants to increase their activity levels without medical supervision, against official advice - which could make some more unwell, according to NHS guidelines. Lightning Process founder, Dr Phil Parker, who's not a medical doctor but has a PhD in psychology of health, told us his course was "not a mindset or positive thinking approach," but one that uses "the brain to influence physiological changes", backed by peer-reviewed evidence.

I have serious doubts as to the legitimacy of this man's PhD. London Metropolitan University isn't a diploma mill by any means, but I do have questions as to why the only journals willing to publish papers authored by Parker about the Lightning Method are The Journal of Experiential Psychotherapy a Romanian journal from out of the University of Bucharest with ties to something called "therapy of unification (T.U.)" which from what I gather is some sort of Eastern European take on EST, and Explore: The Journal of Science & Healing, a pseudoscientific junk journal that publishes absurd papers like this one, which is featured in their most recent issue: "Birthmarks and birth defects in the head and neck region and claims of past-life memories: Cases in Ian Stevenson's Reincarnation and Biology". Science!

So who exactly is Phil Parker? Well why don't we let him describe himself in his own words in this excerpt from his old website, the memory of which he has desperately tried to erase.

Phil Parker is already known to many as an inspirational teacher, therapist, healer and author. His personal healing journey began when, whilst working with his patients as an osteopath. He discovered that their bodies would suddenly tell him important bits of information about them and their past, which to his surprise turned out to be factually correct! He further developed this ability to step into other people’s bodies over the years to assist them in their healing with amazing results. After working as a healer for 20 years, Phil Parker has developed a powerful and magical program to help you unlock your natural healing abilities. If you feel drawn to these courses then you are probably ready to join.

Oh so he's a quack and con artist. Anyway back to the BBC article:

The coach on the course we attended said "thoughts about your symptoms, your worry about whether it's ever going to go - that's what keeps the neurology going." [...] Dr Camilla Nord, a neuroscientist at the University of Cambridge, disputed these claims. She said the Lightning Process was "right that the brain can create symptoms of physical ill health" but added: "I think it's a wild claim to say there's nothing wrong with your body." [...] The coach on the course stressed the importance of avoiding negative thoughts and words like "pain" and "fatigue", claiming using them can continue symptoms. "I'm afraid now we've strayed very, very far from neuroscience," Dr Nord says, calling this an "abuse" of scientific terms. When we put these specific claims to Dr Parker, he said our questions seemed to be "informed solely by the rumours and misinformation" circulated by what he called "anti-recovery activists".

Fucking incredible.

I won't get into it here because I'm saving it for a longer post, but psychiatrists, doctors, insurance companies and governments all went to bat for this man and his trademarked process that claimed to cure ME/CFS and all sorts of other chronic conditions. It's cheap! The structure of the treatment lays all the blame as to the origin of the illness onto the patient and if they don't get better, well, they're malingering and that's reason enough to cut their benefits. Millions of dollars were wasted running studies (a few involving children) that left patients worse off because the Lightning Process was deemed "cost effective" as a treatment. And it's still being championed as a "cure" and marketed to desperate people who have been ignored by the medical establishment or who otherwise can't access quality healthcare. And for whatever reason the Lightning Process is all the rage in Denmark, Norway and parts of Germany when it comes to treatment for ME. Make of that what you will.

#link #article #long covid #me/cfs

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prolix-yuy · 9 hours

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Hello friends! It's been way way way way WAY too long since we chatted, and to be honest I've been taking an embarrassingly long time to write this update post because godDAMN life just gets you sometimes and you go on an impromptu hiatus that gets super messy. So let's get into what's been going on and what to look forward to!

Pedro Tax for this long-ass post.

(We're gonna get into some personal stuff, but if you're just here for what's coming up skip down to WHAT'S NEXT for the tl;dr version)

So beyond work getting hectic from January to March, which was the catalyst for everything getting wacky, I experienced a weird emotional turn that I wasn't expecting. It made me get a little introspective, which I blame some of my productivity slump on.

As I was finishing up the Bangathon entries, I noticed a sharp decline in interaction. I'm a fairly young fic writer on Tumblr, but I was a little baffled as to why stories I'd posted only a week before got a nice bit of interaction yet the newer ones were only getting half to a quarter of what I expected. For a minute I thought I had been shadowbanned (I was not) or I hadn't tagged the posts (I had) or my taglists weren't working (they were). People were already talking about interaction being lower, so I sat back and tried to go with the flow and not let it bother me. I posted Decoherence, which has a more niche audience, but I was definitely missing and wishing for some of the comments and reblogs I thought I might get.

All this led up to one of the least favorite voices in my head saying something that stuck around:

"Well, you were right not to become a writer if your motivation is this closely tied to feedback."

If you're new here or I haven't talked about it much recently, I initially was planning to be a writer. Went to school for it and everything. While I was there I felt like I hadn't found the stories I wanted to tell yet. My colleagues were developing in their niches and writing "the great American novel" and I didn't feel like I fit in. My stories had a lukewarm reception, and I never felt like anyone was excited about anything I was trying to say. So I wrote myself into burnout by the time I graduated with not much to show for it. I ended up doing a career switch, which I love to this day, but I stopped writing for almost 10 years.

Coming to Tumblr, I felt that spark of excitement writing again, and some of that was definitely due to people commenting and being excited or interested in the stories I was sharing. That truly revived something in me I thought was long gone, and reflecting back on the last two years that I've been sharing stories with this community makes me wildly emotional. I didn't know how much I missed of the life I left behind, and how much joy it brought me to share stories again.

Which is why it was SUPREMELY FRUSTRATING to have that shitty little voice pulverize my productivity and excitement over something as silly as interaction. But I'm sure most of you know how hard it is to get that voice out of your head. I worked to write things I found fun and less stressful than the series I already felt bad for not updating. And while I still love those stories, it felt like I was pulling them from an inauthentic place and finishing them wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped.

Thus the hiatus! I stopped writing and turned my attentions to consuming and creating in other ways. I watched some shows I'd been meaning to catch up on, started planning to buy a house, worked my butt off at the day job. And I was starting to feel like inspiration was coming back. I didn't want to spook it so I took my time and promised myself I was going to start small and not stress about getting stories out for a bit.

Top that off with some medical surprises, an upcoming surgery, and a little re-evaluation of life moving forward and things have been wild. But I've been missing the daily joy I get from being part of this fandom, and I'm getting back into being here more because I miss you guys! AND! I have stories I want to share and fun to be had. So let's shake off all the heavy shit and get to the fun stuff!

WHAT'S NEXT!

The big thing I'm getting ready to post (after teasing it for so long) is the 2024 Bangathon! This one is different from last year's because instead of requesting stories from me, the Bangathon is open to anyone who wants to participate! There will be a randomizer to play with, and some fun bonuses for those who participate. The announcement will be coming out soon, stay tuned!

As for fics, here are some updates on what's in my WIPs:

Series:

I Think of You: I spent some time rewatching Mando for the newest installment, and I've finally gotten the thread of where to go next thought out. It's been a long time coming so this one's gonna be BEEFY to make up for it.

SW!Frankie: I am crushed to realize it's been over a year since I posted any SW!Frankie! I've got a new story about him and Ms J moving in together I need to finish, then some more asks that are getting into new story arcs I'm excited to share!

Best Laid Plans: Dieter and Murch's first date is bouncing around in my head and I NEED to get it on paper. There's much fun to be had, and I've been binge listening to my playlist for them to get into the headspace.

Midnight Alley: I got all up in my own head about continuing the story with these two and lost a little steam, so I'm going to ease off my "big plans" and start smaller with some oneshots instead. I think it'll help me find out where I want this story to go.

One Shots in Progress:

Decoherence Follow-Up

Incubus!Dieter Ask

You know, laying it out like that makes it feel much more manageable than my brain was telling me! I'm also planning to prioritize more fic reading while I'm getting these updates in ship-shape. Reading your stories always helps get my creative juices flowing, and there are so many good ones lingering in my TBR list that I need to devour.

This has been a rollercoaster of emotions, so thank you for coming on the ride with me. I'm excited to bring more of myself back to Tumblr and have fun with all of you again! To many more stories!

#prolix wips #I'm sorry I've been away for so long!#but I'm back!#if there are things I missed please tag me or send them!#I want to read all your stories!

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dstryvampres · 1 day

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Lab Assistant

MINORS/AGELESS BLOG DNI !

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Warnings: smut LOL, dub con, pnv, unprotected sex, use of fear toxin on some dude, he smacks your ass like once

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: this is my first time writing just pure smut, sorry if the set up is super long.

For the past week your heater had been broken, and despite multiple calls to your landlord which always ended up with the promise that he would come over to fix it eventually, you were still freezing. Though you could escape the biting cold throughout the day by taking up a second home at your university, you always had to eventually come back to your shitty studio apartment and suffer through the night. You’re excess time spent on campus was well spent, studying in the library, napping under stairwells or in-between shelves in the library, stirring around coffee you didn’t even like but knew you have to drink to stay in the cafe, or staring longingly at your psychology professor Dr. Crane. The lack of any privacy throughout your day had started to get annoying after the first three days, not helped by the fact that because you saw Dr Crane more than you usually do, leading to you feeling more high strung. Gotham was not treating you kindly.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out quite loudly above you, forcing you out of your final exam induced coma. You gritted your teeth, knowing that you were likely overstaying your visit to the campus library, especially since you had just finished your last exam of the season, who knows how many hours ago.

Looking up you were met with the face of your favourite professor, Dr Crane. Another horrible coincidence, it was embarrassing for someone so put together and professional to find you so vulnerable, especially someone who you had in mind when your hand was shoved down your pants most nights.

“The library is closing soon, I would recommend getting your stuff and heading out,” Dr Crane says, his voice oddly empathetic. A jarring contrast to the usual mix of hostility and boredom his voice held during lectures. He sighs and takes off his glasses, pinching his eyebrows together, seeming conflicted over what he wants to say next, so instead you fill the space with your own voice.

“Of course, I’m so sorry sir. I seemed to lose track of time, and was too exhausted to walk home. Again, I am so sorry. I should have set a timer or just maybe not sleep in the library, that was so-“

“You have been spending a weird amount of time on campus for the past week,” Dr Crane interjects, giving you a once over. “Is everything okay at home?”

The question was so genuine it made your brain short circuit. Why would he even care about you?

“Not really,” you laughed, the two words coming out of your mouth before you had time to think. A habit only recently picked up due to sleepless nights.

A smile crept over your professor's face, one that didn’t seem to reach the rest of his face. You couldn’t tell if it was from the shock of your honesty or something more sinister. He sat down in front of you, scratching his nose, letting a silence stretch out. Just long enough for pricks of discomfort to stir.

“Well, I’m running a program here at the university over the winter break. Just need an assistant to help me over at Arkham for an experiment I’m conducting. The job would include housing closer to Arkham, since it’s a little out of the city, and it pays about a dollar over the minimum wage. If you’re interested,” he slides a business card over the table, smile now dropped, “just email me in the next 48 hours.”

Taking the card eagerly between your fingers, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ under your breath before pocketing it. When you look up he’s already halfway gone. Packing up your things as fast as you can, you leave the library and hop on the train back to your shitty apartment. An email is sent to Dr Crane that night, and the following day you are confirmed as his assistant for this experiment the next day.

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The space provided for your three week stay was slightly better than your studio apartment, mostly because it had heating, but also because you shared a wall with Dr Crane. Besides the housing, the internship also came with an average pay, some work experience, and enough credits to compensate for one class. Your first week there had mostly been mundane tasks, taking notes outside of interrogation rooms while Dr Crane interviewed patients, making coffee for the two of you, making patient profiles, and making sure no one took any of Dr Crane’s “special medicine” for the experiment. Despite the easy work and the decent benefits, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something more sinister that Dr Crane wasn’t telling you about the experiment. With a thesis based around the concept of fears, you had yet to notice any great dive into the topic beside a few one-off questions.

“Before we start this week,” Dr Crane starts, sitting down in the chair opposite to you, “I want to just warn you that this is when the experiment starts to become a little more intense.”

He holds a coffee mug in his hand, as he talks the liquid sloshes around the cup. It's all information you already know, you signed an NDA, he trusts you, do what he says, and that he needs you to stay out of the room no matter what. Last week you learned just how Dr Crane enjoys his coffee, no milk and one sugar, you can’t understand how he can drink it. One sugar can’t mask the bitter taste. He drinks it quickly though, remembering the taste makes you gag.

“Before we begin today, can you prepare the variable today in syringes? I will be introducing it into the experimental group today.”

He sets down the now empty mug, a loud thump echoes through the room, startling you. Dr Crane smiles at your reaction, it’s the same one he always gives you, the one that doesn’t reach the rest of his face. You ignore the stone that has formed inside your stomach, picking up your clipboard and pen.

“I’ll meet you in room 283B,” your professor puts a hand on the small of your back, leading you both out of his office. A shock is sent through your body at the contact, once out of the room you turn to look at him, but his hand is gone and he’s headed in the opposite direction as you.

Something else that you have noticed throughout this week is just how close Dr Crane is now. He’s more touchy than you would pinpoint him as. Which isn’t saying much, but the small lingering touches he lays on you, a hand on your shoulder, maybe on the small of your back, doesn’t seem to be too professional. One… two… three millilitres of solution per syringe. The questions he asks also seem to be a little weird, especially due to the matter of the study. A common thread being his prying into your fears, and a look of hunger when he asks the questions. Soft thud of the storage container hitting the ‘chemical waste’ bin. Though you can’t really complain, this past week has given you enough content for your late nights to satisfy you for your whole university career, Masters program included. Laying out each of the syringes in a row on the tray, and counting them out. Three syringes on the top tray, six needles on the lower tray. Rolling the tray out of the room and over to the elevator to head up to the second floor.

You softly knock on the door, waiting for Dr Crane to open up the door to the observer section. The door opens in a matter of seconds, only a crack for a couple more seconds, before it is completely opened.

“Thank you,” Dr Crane says, looking down at the tray of syringes. He takes one in his gloved hand, holds it up to the light and nods, a stamp of approval given to your handiwork. “Remember: that if anything goes wrong, do not enter the room, just call security, and take as detailed notes as possible on the patient’s behaviour and the levels on the monitor.”

You nod, taking a look at the monitor set up beside the one-way glass, all vitals seem to be steady at the moment. The door to the room holding the patient opens up and shuts quickly, Dr Crane slipping in and greeting the patient, thanking him for his time. The patient seems to be a middle aged man, scars run across his arms, roughed up from whatever he did before his time in Arkham, he’s bald and seems to be displeased with his situation. Still, when Dr Crane comes to insert the syringe into his arm he stays still and takes it. The opaque liquid disappears as Dr Crane pushes down on the syringe, removing it once all the liquid has entered into the man’s system. A ‘thank you’ is expressed by Dr Crane before he exits the room, syringe in hand. Once the door is locked, Crane disposes of the syringe in the toxic waste bin in the observer’s room.

“The solution will take about five minutes to kick in,” he says, looking at you and it’s now that you realise just how excited he seems to be.

The heart rate on the monitor starts to speed up, taking your attention away from Crane, and noting it down.

“Are you sure you estimated the time correctly?” You ask hesitantly, not wanting to offend your professor.

“I did. No worries. Injections can do this to people.”

The next five minutes pass by slowly, Dr Crane behind your chair, his breath tickling your ear. It’s almost impossible to focus like this, you just want to do something about the growing wet spot in your pants. Screaming immediately breaks through the tension you were feeling, you look at the patient. His eyes are wide, his pupils expanded, and his heart rate reaches around 140 bpm. Alarm sets into your own heart, you didn’t expect this big of a reaction from the patient. Dr Crane nudges your shoulder, reminding you to start writing your observations.

11:06: patient’s heart rate reaches 140 bpm

11:07: patient starts uncontrollably screaming at seemingly nothing

Your continued scribbling of notes doesn’t seem to discourage Dr Crane from talking.

“I didn’t know it would be this effective. I’ve been waiting years for this to be approved and this is better than I could’ve ever expected.”

Nausea settled from the mix of pleading for mercy and screaming from the patient, and Dr Crane’s glee from his reactions. Unsure how you could continue on with doing this almost every single day for the two weeks. Writing soon became sloppy due to your own lightheadedness and nausea, every moment you begged someone to make this stop. It was too much. It stretched on for over fifteen minutes before the patient finally came back from whatever drug induced hallucination he was forced into, yet he was still crying. Wanting to distance yourself so far from this experiment, you place the clipboard down.

“Wonderful isn’t it?” Dr Crane asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Whatever response you thought you could muster was stuck in your throat, so instead you nodded. “I call it my ‘fear toxin.’”

Once his hand left your shoulder, you immediately stood up, head spinning so much that you stumbled right into Dr Crane.

“Are you okay? Did the ‘fear toxin’ effects startle you?” He asks, putting his hands on your shoulder to stabilise you, his voice bridges between mocking and actually concerned.

“I just need to go to the bathroom,” You squeeze out, stumbling into the hallway and waving goodbye.

Stumbling around, unable to find the bathroom, you slide down the wall of an empty hallway. Sitting on the floor and curling up into the fetal position. Nausea slipping out of you slowly, eyes closed, just wanting to forget about the whole experience. What substance could even make a man react so horribly? Why would anyone make that in the first place? What purpose could a substance like that even serve? How will this even help-

“There you are,” a voice comes from above you, Dr Crane. You open one eye up, becoming flustered at your unprofessionalism, and enraged at the sight of your cruel professor.

He kneels to your height, offering you his soulless smile. “I’m sorry if that startled you, but I thought you would be better than them. I thought you could fully see my vision, look past the gruesome bits and understand what I’m trying to do here.”

His words both enrage you even further and make you feel even more embarrassed. He created a horrible substance, tested out on a man that, from what you know, didn’t deserve it, and essentially tortured him. On the other hand, this is a man who you have dreamed about and only want to please. For the past three years, you have sat in his class and dreamed about only him. For him to think that only you could understand his plans and dreams, is a flattery you could only dream of.

“Maybe I just didn’t prepare you well enough for this. Can I make it up to you?” Dr Crane asks, offering his hand to you. It takes a couple seconds, but you take it and he leads you upwards.

His hand is oddly cold, his grip on your own hand is firm, but not harsh. His skin is smooth. It’s embarrassing that he has to lead you out of this room, has to coax you to continue.

“Let’s go to my office, hm?” Quirking an eyebrow, but not waiting for a response he led you down the hallway.

Everything seemed to blur together for you, the trip to the elevator, down the elevator, and into his office. He clicks the door shut, locking it, then turns to you. Stepping forward until he’s cornered you onto his desk.

“You think I don’t hear you at night. Calling my name. The walls in that place are very thin,” Dr Crane whispers into your ear, his hand slithering up your thigh.

A gasp escapes your lips, both at the hand now dangerously close to the warmth growing in your pants, and also because you didn’t think he would be able to hear your late night pleasure sessions. Soon he’s cupping your sex and you moan into his ear softly, earning a hum from him. Finger wander up from your sex to cup your chin, he brings you into a kiss. It’s bruising and hungry, he’s biting at your lower lip and you swear you can taste your own blood. His fingers make quick work unbuttoning your pants, sliding them down your legs until they drop to pool around your ankle.

“You're so wet already, how interesting,” He teases, tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Moaning in response you chase after his lips, but he pulls away.

Your underwear is pushed over to the side, and his middle and ring finger breach your entrance. A loud ‘oh’ comes from your mouth, crane presses his lips to yours again to silence you. His fingers move slowly in and out of you, he catches each moan you let out with his mouth. His lips are soft, but the kiss is rough, his fingers speed up. They stretch you out so nicely it stings a little bit. It’s been so long since someone else has pleasured you, at all.

His fingers pulled out of your sex slowly, deliberately. A painstaking motion that left you close to pleasureless as he pulled out of your kiss. Quickly flipping you around and pressing you into his desk, the shock between his warm body behind you and the cold desk pressed against your front sent you spiralling. There was shuffling behind you, before you felt him lineup his cock with your cunt.

“Beg for it.”

Your mouth opens and you spew out a string of ‘please’s and ‘need it’ that seem to satisfy him enough for him to push inside of you. He’s girthier than you expected, but not as long as you expected, which is fine for you. The stretch makes you ache and he won’t be bruising your cervix. Without giving you a moment to adjust he starts to move in and out of you.

“You have to be quiet, okay?” He says, before picking up his speed.

He sets up a consistent speed, hitting a spot inside of you that makes you grip the edge of the desk so intensely that your knuckles are turning white. The desk creaks as he moves in and out of your cunt, his breathing speeds up, one hand twists into your hair pulling your head back and you can’t tell if it’s to ground himself or as a reminder for you not to be too loud. Another hand comes to smack your ass, it's a swift hit, but it makes your knees buckle.

“You're so much better than I thought you would be,” Dr Crane strains out between grunts.

He presses his front to your back, the hand in your hair softening its grip but not leaving. His breath tickles the back of your ear, the grunting coming from him makes you bite your lip to suppress your moans so hard there will be an indent left there tomorrow.

“Dr Crane, can I cum? Please, I’ve been so good, please let me cum,” you babble, the side of your face pressed into his desk making your words slur a little bit.

“Cum for me,” he says, moving the hand not tangled in your hair to your clit. Pressing small circles into your clit, he starts to speed up.

Soon the pressure in your stomach releases and it goes black for a couple seconds. You feel Dr Crane’s hand press into your mouth to silence you as your legs buckle. Once you’re conscious again, he has already pulled out of you and you can hear him zip up his pants. You stand on your shaking legs and follow suit, trying to press your hair down into a more professional shape.

“I would recommend you get cleaned up,” Dr Crane says, giving you a smile, “Was that enough motivation to continue aiding me in my experiment?” “Uh- Yes,” you answer, not fully aware of what you were even saying, too embarrassed and lightheaded to even compute anything he was saying besides ‘getting cleaned up.’

“Perfect. After you get cleaned up, please meet me in room 256B. We can meet again here tomorrow during our lunch break if you continue to need the motivation provided,” He pats you on the shoulder, and leaves you in the room alone.

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #dc scarecrow #jonathan crane fanfic #Jonathan crane x you #Jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow #the scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow smut #cillian murphy #cillian fic #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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bagerfluff · 2 days

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Your Scars Make You You

Casper x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Scar worship

You stared at Casper’s back.

You were sitting behind Casper on your guy's bed. Casper had just finished showering and his nighttime skincare routine.

He had yet to put on a shirt because he waited for his hair to dry and he said that it is better to let your hair air dry. Anyway, you were staring at Casper’s back because there were scars on it.

Some were small, some were big, some were old, some were recently new, some were long, some of them were short. There were all kinds of scars on Casper’s back.

You never knew he had scars.

It was hard to tell over the video call and Casper had only been living with you for a few months. So this was a new discovery for you.

You reached forward and moved Casper’s out of the way so you could touch one of the scars.

A medium size one that went from Casper’s right shoulder to about the middle of his back.

You reached your finger forward and touched the top of the scar. It felt weirdly warm compared to Casper’s cold skin. Casper shivered and turned his head back at you. “What are you doing?”

He asked. “I didn’t know you had scars”, you said with your finger still running down the scar. “Well, it wasn’t easy being a Grim Reaper, people don’t want to die, you proved that sunshine”, Casper said.

“That was months ago, get over it”, you said and that caused Casper to stop talking. “Why did you never tell me”, you asked, moving from the first scar to run your finger over more.

Casper shivered again. “Never came up, plus it’s not something I go flaunting around”, Casper explained. Casper started to turn but you stopped him.

You reached forward and wrapped your arms around Casper’s waist. Pulling him so your chest was to his back. Casper looked at you confusingly, but you paid no mind to it.

You grabbed one of Casper’s arms with your hand, turning it around. Scars also littered his arms, you wouldn't be surprised if he had some on his legs too.

You rubbed your fingers over the scars, memorizing what they felt and how big they were. “What are you doing?” Casper asked, taking his arm out of your hand.

Though Casper couldn’t lie, he liked how it felt when you traced his scars.

You smiled and leaned back, staring at Casper’s back. “Admiring my boyfriend”, you said. You leaned down and kissed one of Casper’s scars.

Casper whined and pulled away from your lips. Casper turned his head to look at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Why?” Casper asked while you just shook your head.

“Cause you're stunning, handsome, gorgeous, you’ve said it yourself”, you said. Casper blushed and turned his head back around. You smirked and leaned down to kiss another scar.

Casper whined again, but this time he didn’t pull away.

“My pretty little reaper”, you said before you kissed a scar. Casper leaned towards you, resting his back fully against your chest. You placed your head on Casper’s shoulder and grabbed his arm.

You raised it to your lips so you could kiss it. You did that till you kissed every scar on his arm then you moved to the next. Casper whined and gasped throughout all of it, you might have to do this again just to hear those noises again.

Once you were done you leaned back and pushed Casper’s head down so he was looking up at you. You leaned down and kissed Casper.

Casper leaned his head up further to kiss you deeper and you allowed him to. The kiss was quick and rough, way too quick for Casper’s liking.

“I love your scars, never hide them from me again, cutie?”

You asked and Casper nodded with a red face. You just smirked and leaned down to kiss and scar on Casper’s chest. Casper fully leaned back, laying his head in your lap.

You scooted back so you could sit comfortable with Casper in your lap. You moved one of your hands to run up and down Casper’s chest.

Stopping every once and a while to trace and run over a scar. Casper made the most beautiful noises while you did this. You leaned down and pressed a kiss on the biggest scar on Casper’s chest.

Casper smiled slightly at your actions. His heart was beating faster than normal and his stomach felt weird.

Actually, it felt the same whenever Casper was around you. You leaned back up, “my little grim, perfect. Scars and all”, you said with love seeping out of your voice.

Casper smiles, kinda wishing he had shown you his scars earlier.

#lgbtq #male reader imagines #male reader #a date with death casper #a date with death grim #a date with death x reader #a date with death #two and a half studios #a date with death x male reader #adwd x male reader #adwd azrael #adwd grim #adwd casper #adwd x reader #casper x male reader #casper x reader #grim x male reader #grim x reader

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quillkiller · 2 days

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i’ve arivved limo style to invite you in and have a convo about mcg. please do come in. my most esteemed mcg scholar. i have no idea how to spell that

upon reading your most recent fic i was most intrigued by your take on our beloved minerva m. mcgonagall (idk what her middle name is i like m) because you took her in a completely different direction then i did and i am actually fucking obsessed with it. where you see her as more masc leaning im over here in hyperfem-domme-with-a-riding-crop land but i love that both versions of her that we’ve manifested have that same core being that makes her mc-fucking-g. you understand, of course.

and now, we mustdiscuss mcg with a belly button piercing. because idk how old you see her in like “present day” (like in my mcj fic she’s in her mid 60s i think, at least to me but i left it open for interp) but i think miss mcg was absolutely out there on the town (the hamptons boardwalk, circa 1960) looking hot as hell in a skimp bikini and giant audrey hepburn-esque sunglasses and her humongus navel piercing, a minx in the flesh. and its so sad james nor rita couldve been there to admire it.

(ive actually been dying to pick your brain about your mcg since i read your rita fic because she is SO so very. tjere are no words to describe how much i want her. i need to know your every thoufht)

i am enthusiastically and being very suave as i step into this limo of yours. thank you for inviting me im very glad we can have this important meeting

first off. minerva m. mcgonagall sounds so unbelievably sexy. i wholeheartedly agree. i don’t know why margaret entered my brain immediately but minerva margaret mcgonagall has a nice ring to it……. sounds very Esteemed.

and yeah. to me she’s always been the shane masc type dyke standing at the front of riots, having freaky queer friends, never settled down because she has massive commitment issues. her other lesbian friends are married by now but she just never did.. she got her degree and fucked around. in my ritaminerva fic i picture her being between 57-59 and rita as 26-28

however. let me tell you. your femme dom minerva has been on! my! mind! she makes me a little insane. whenever i read your mcj i picture them in a 50s film with butch james and older femme minerva. they’re so unbelievably delicious to me. femdom minerva i want you so bad. and MID SIXTIES…….. ive been wondering and pondering over this. that’s so fucking sexy i need a minute

and yes of course i understand. we’re the minerva understanders with our different takes on her character and i am so deeply obsessed with yours

and yes, to the point being minerva’s belly button piercing. minerva with her hepburn swagger and tight bikinis and just a huge shimmering belly button piercing…… what an absolute Vision. i’m imagining this is a surprise to anyone who would sleep with her now that she’s in her mid sixties. like im picturing james figuring this out and her reaction. i would literally short circuit entirely if i was her.. and just imagining her when she was younger.. turning heads on the beach in her skimpy bikini and loud laugh and the jewels in her navel. i would be Staring.

so for my minerva. she’s in her late 50s and wears waistcoats and patterned suits. she wears a lot of silver jewelry. lots of rings and a modest silver chain around her neck. her hair is short and graying and she wears it in a small bun every day at the university. i think my minerva would’ve impulsively gotten a belly button piercing when she was like 19 and one of her friends did it for her (who works as a piercer today). they were maybe a little high and minerva woke up the next day and just. never took it out. it’s one of those simple belly button piercings. just plain silver piercing. she wears the same one always until she feels she should change it. she has had a few with different colored stones (i dont know if thats what its called..) before. black, green and red. she likes to keep it simple but she doesn’t want to take it out. i feel like she took it out at some point when she turned 30+ something because she felt she was too old for it but then she found a piercing lying around her house when she was around 44 and though ’i should see if it still goes in’ <— literally what i did last year. i hadn’t worn a belly button piercing since i was 17 and then i spontaneously bought one because i was curious and it still went in ahdjfjskf.

however. the body tries to reject piercings right. so i imagine she can’t wear the ’normal’ piercings anymore. they’re too heavy and the skin is too thin (???) now. so……… im very much thinking about her getting one of those belly button rings. she reaches 50 and has been wearing one since she put it back in…… and now she’s attached again. so she buys a belly button ring. and just keeps it. which is a vision that makes me salivate…. minerva i Want you.

im having prophetic visions about rita seeing it for the first time….. and just losing her mind. because to me rita is very heavily femme but she doesn’t really have piercings or tattoos. she has the usual pair of earrings and thats it. she wears big earrings, flashy and elegant. but the professor has atleast 6 piercings in her ears even if she’s only wearing two small silver rings these days. and then rita sees the belly button ring and her immediate impulsive is to get it between her teeth

incidentally. this has also made me consider minerva and tattoos. i think she wouldve gotten a few dumb ones in her youth. maybe even a sleezy tramp stamp that says ’STUD!’ or something….. i’m also having visions of her with one of those 90s dykey tattoos that alice has in the l word

WHICH THE ACTRESS HAS SINCE REMOVED. a travesty to me. either way. the thought of minerva with faded tattoes from her youth…… im having thoughts

either way. please i would love to know your every thought about femme minerva and her belly button piercing. she’s living in my mind and im becoming obsessed with her… femdom minerva in her mid sixties i want you so bad. i want to know everything about her and her youth… what kinds of piercings… how often does she change them… does she match them with her outfits……. or with her underwear…. the way it dangles when she walks i am Weak.

(im so happy you sent this ask because ive been DYING to discuss minerva with you. whenever you post about her or mcj i am stopping everything and Reading……..)

#minerva #the only dyke minerva understanders…….#claude tag #mwah

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thick-woollen-socks · 2 days

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was the phoenix we saw in SOD Fawkes ???

• the first point that should be made is that Tom Riddle’s wand’s core was a feather belonging to our baby Fawkes, he joined Hogwarts in the year 1938, this was only a year after the events of SOD. that gives Albus a year to meet Fawkes, for Fawkes to shed a feather, for Albus to give Ollivander the feather and for him to make the wand itself to give to Riddle. that’s not a substantial amount of time

• my next point is that Dumbledore told Newt that the phoenix went to Credence because he was dying, he notes that a similar thing happened to Ariana. this makes NO SENSE. how was a phoenix meant to console a girl scared of magic ? “i know you don’t like magic Ari but this fire bird who sometimes explodes will be staying in our house to keep you company???”

Dumbledore claims prior in COG that the phoenix would come to any Dumbledore in need, couldn’t we argue that during the summer of 1899 Albus was the one who needed comfort, a brilliant young wizard whose mother was dead at his sisters hand, whose brother despised him and whose greatest friend had left him to travel the world. was he not in need of comfort ?

what if that phoenix was there for Albus, what if Albus had felt so guilty for needing that help when in theory his sister was the one who suffered the most, what if he pushed the phoenix away, or what if he simply lied to Newt Albus Dumbledore lying groundbreaking

• my next point is that the phoenix was not affectionate at all 😭 the only slightly endearing thing it did was take bread crumbs from Credence.

Vinda asked Gellert why the phoenix stayed with Credence, he responds back by telling her that the phoenix knew what Credence was about to do. once again this makes no sense, Fawkes stayed with Albus because they were companions they enjoyed each other’s company to claim that the phoenix was only staying because Credence was going to attack Albus makes it seem like the phoenix’s purpose was related to Albus and not Credence.

ROSIER

Why does it stay with him?

GRINDELWALD

It must sense what he's about to do

suspicious…..

• Credence and Albus’ fight can we call it a fight if it took less than a minute for Albus to take Credence down… the phoenix doesn’t actually help Credence ? Credence claims it would when Albus was watching it flutter around but all it actually did was separate them by flying directly in front of them both when they were face to face. with Albus playing defence was this not a tactic that would better suite him ? was that distance not aiding him in attempting to outrun Credence ?

when Credence falls the phoenix does not come to him, it flutters down and hovers next to Albus before soaring off again, in what way did this aid Credence ?

Gently lowered by Dumbledore’s hand, Credence falls slowly, his back on the snowy street, staring upwards at the angry sky, at the circling phoenix.

now once again odd, a bit suspicious…. if anyone has read OOTP recently they might recall Fawkes circling the headmasters office once he had aided Albus in knocking out the ministry workers ?

Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley and Dawlish lay motionless on the floor. Fawkes the phoenix soared in wide circles above them, singing softly.

is this not a victory lap ? does this not hint at the idea that the phoenix in the sky had aided its master, the phoenix had not aided Credence and he had not fluttered to his side to make sure he was okay….

Dumbledore, chest heaving, lowers his wand and as the black vapors writhe behind Credence, watches the Phoenix swoop down, hover briefly over Credence, then beat its wings and soar off.

it’s not doing anything 😭😭😭 you would think it would land next to him

• a continuation of this point, why wasn’t it there to help Credence when Grindelwald slammed him against a wall i wish Grindelwald would slam me against the wall 😔

it just allowed him to be manhandled 😭 a reminder that Fawkes was always there for his papa, he always helped him, when Grindelwald sought to kill Credence in Bhutan, there was no phoenix came down from the sky to swallow the curse. why was that ? perhaps he was under strict instructions not too from Dumbledore????

'Look out!' Harry yelled.

But even as he shouted, another jet of green light flew at Dumbledore from Voldemort's wand and the snake struck -

Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide and swallowed the jet of green light whole: he burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled and flightless.

• Grindelwald has a vision whilst looking at the phoenix, the vision is of Albus. this is rather similar to how he saw the other Qulin when ‘resurrecting ‘ the one he killed. if his visions come to him through forms of association, does this not connect Albus to the Phoenix once more ?

• the only thing that stops the idea that the pheonix was Fawkes and belonged to Albus since 1899 is the fact that in Movie Magic which is a behind the scenes book they note that they made the Phoenix darker than Albus phoenix Fawkes. this may just be that they wanted to keep it a secret for the next film however. or to help the reader associate a healthy pheonix’s brightness with a Phoenix they are already familiar with.

• overall my point is that the pheonix wasn’t loyal or affectionate towards Credence and Albus’ repetitive glances towards it shows a more genuine interest, almost as if he’s watching over the bird ? we know that Fawkes has to be in Albus’ life by the time Riddle starts Hogwarts so it would make sense if he stayed with Albus from SOD onwards.

other smaller points are :

that the phoenix showed up at Paris not at the orphanage in America when Credence would have needed him the most is quite interesting, the only change in these circumstances was that Dumbledore knew where Credence was.

Fawkes never served anyone but Dumbledore so it appears more likely that he may have been watching over him on Albus’ behalf. it seems unlikely that Dumbledore would leave Credence alone with Grindelwald

Grindelwald seems pretty fond of the bird, this would make sense if he met it that summer, he’s not a step dad he’s the dad that stepped up

the phoenix was flying towards Hogwarts in the posters which yes was probably symbolic for Credence coming home but Aberforth doesn’t live in Hogwarts. so that to me is Fawkes flying back to his papa

and i don’t like the idea of Albus being alone, give him a bird for companionship pretty please 😭

#don’t make him share his bird !!!#fawkes my baby #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #grindeldore ?#credence barebone #aberforth dumbledore #fantastic beasts and where to find them

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evansbby · 9 months

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I FIND IT UNACCEPTABLE THAT THERES ONLY 3 SUGAR DADDY ARI FICS

Therefore I request another one pls

(They’re so good alsjqndodnnwo)

Thank you! 💖💖 I know you mean well by this😌

But like 😂😂😂 I literally wrote three long sugar daddy Ari drabbles whilst in the middle of trying to finish my 37.4k poyt fic at the same time 😭😭 and you….want me…to write another one…

#why not tell me what you liked about the most recent one #I don’t mean to sound patronising but when y’all ENGAGE like ask me questions about my fics #and give me your opinions #all of that stuff… it MAKES me wanna write another one #but asks like THIS one make me never want to write a sugar daddy Ari fic again fr 😂😂😂😂#I know it’s not that deep #I know you meant well #but try seeing it from my point of view #anon

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caffeinatedopossum · 2 months

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I just had a friend thank me for letting him talk 😭 like sir that is just what a conversation is

#its distressing to me how little most people have had. socially speaking #like its come up a lot recently so im just thinking about it a lot but damn #so many people have just... never had friends?#never had anyone appreciate them or be affectionate towards them or care about them 😭#its so depressing #like everyone deserves that #i had one person even tell me that i was THE FIRST PERSON to ever ask them how their day was?? wtf #they were COLLEGE AGED. what the fuck #thats messed up ;w;#anyways this is why i try my best to be nice to everyone even when i have anxiety about it because damn #the world really really needs it #this is your reminder to ask how your friends are doing and remind them you care and appreciate them

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daddyplasmius · 8 months

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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfiction #you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:?#yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain #feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic #if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again #i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH #like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely #i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat #yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic #like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could #don't you wish you could just see them again #i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work #cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it #i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes #reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head #yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it #it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga #go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal #*passes out*

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