#you me rabbits and magical beasts

[cautuscoralcoast]

Definitely Not A Date!

Rayne Ames x Reader

Synopsis - You never had friends growing up. A runaway child, you were too cautious to make friends. When with the Whitechapel couple, you were too occupied with your studies. When a student at Easton Magic Academy, everyone else already had friends, and there was no room for you. You never expected to make friends, much less Rayne Ames of all people. Even so, you're glad you have him as a friend; However, because you never had friends one in your life, you don't know how friends actually work.

It doesn't help that Rayne asked you out on a date while specifying that it's as friends; But friends don't date, right?

Word Count: 2.1k

Part of "You, Me, Rabbits, and Magical Beasts" series. Click the tag to find all works in the series.

Rayne is an enigma to you.

Rayne Ames is the prefect of Adler and Divine Visionary. He is the person all the boys strive to be and the one all girls want to date; Rayne was popular despite his cold exterior: You were always in the background, all alone. Yet, somehow — someway, you befriended him.

It's an odd dynamic.

You're an average student, and Rayne is a prodigy. There are times when you struggle with the most basic of assignments that he is able to complete flawlessly. The only thing subject you best him at is Magic Zoology. When it comes to handling magic beasts, there is no one who bests you — not even Rayne.

Rayne does his best to help you with school assignments: And you do your best to help him care for his hundreds of rabbits. Though it may appear as a mutual relationship, you two are friends. You two do enjoy spending time together and talking about interests. Rayne talks about rabbits and work: You talk a lot about magical beasts and ethology. Though this relationship may have originally been mutualistic, it has been able to become a true and mutual friendship. Even if Rayne couldn't help you with schoolwork, you'll still be happy to stay by his side. If you were no longer able to help Rayne take care of the rabbits' medical needs, he'll still be content with hearing you speak.

This relationship —friendship— is something special to you. You never had anything to call your own, and that included friends; However, now you have Rayne.

Rayne Ames is your only friend.

That being said, you are unsure of your feelings towards him. You don't know how friends should act towards each other. You don't know what friends do other than talk to each other. You don't know what you should be feeling for your friends. The Whitechapel couple never told you how to make friends or what it means to be friends.

Do friends feel flustered when around each other?

Probably not.

It's something you noticed a while after officiating your friendship. You now find yourself staring at him during class. You see yourself admiring him in the reflection of the courtyards' fountain. You can't help but feel extreme bouts of happiness when you see Rayne playing with the rabbits. He's always so serious, and to suddenly see him surrounded by small, cute rabbits, you can't help but smile. While friends may respect and find joy in eachothers company, you doubt that friends feel their hearts race when with each other.

You don't know where this feeling came from; It's not like Rayne is doing anything different from the first day you two stepped foot onto the academy. He is still the same as when you two first spoke — so what is any different now? You feel as if you're sick whenever you see Rayne. Never do you feel yourself, nor do you feel normal. Rayne Ames makes your heart race: He makes you do things you never thought you would do.

Love.

That's what this feeling has to be: There is no other explanation. Love is an awful wretched feeling. You loved to be friends with Rayne, but anything more than that you were scared of. Love was a curse: If it wasn't for the love of power, then you could've had a childhood. Love was conditional: If you were a two-liner, they would have allowed you to eat at the dinner table. Love is terrifying — Does that make Rayne terrifying?

Rayne is powerful: He was so powerful, in fact, that they made him Divine Visionary. There was no position lesser than that that could be worth his time. Rayne is a two-liner: He had what you didn't and excelled at magic that you could only dream of. Rayne is rude, disrespectful, apathetic, and prideful.

"Are you an idiot or just dumb?"

Rayne couldn't grasp the difference in talent between you two. The only thing you were good for was anything dealing with magical beasts and certain animals; Anything else, not so good.

"It's not my fault! I only learned how to read when I was like nine!"

This led to frustrating moments when Rayne couldn't understand why you couldn't understand the basic things. You never got the chance to learn as a child. You never had books, toys, pencils, nothing at all. You never learned math, science, or language arts; It was only when the Whitechapels took you in that you were able to learn. Due to this stunt in your developmental years, you still struggle with some subjects: Reading and writing being the hardest ones. If it's not related to zoology or science, you have a difficult time with it.

"You say it like this—"

Even so, you love the way he tries to help you. Rayne isn't good at teaching others, and yet, he still tries to help. You two stay up late at the library: Rayne tutoring you the best he can. He may not understand your struggles, nor does he push you to tell him why. Rayne is kind; He is rude, mean, condescending, but he cares.

You see how different his words are from his actions. You see how happy he is when involving rabbits. You see and feel how gentle he is when helping you. Rayne is far from being terrifying.

If Rayne was gentle, does that mean love is the same?

"I'm going out during the weekend; The headmaster wants me to pick something up. Do you want to go into town with me?"

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him in confusion. "To pick something up? Do you need help with it?"

"No, I'll do that myself. What I meant to ask was if you wanted to go out with me: Kind of like a date, but without the romantic part. I needed to buy other things while there and thought you would've liked to go too."

"I—It would be nice."

You just wish he didn't say it like. A date? You don't want to ruin your friendship just because of your feelings. Rayne was your only friend, and you didn't want to lose him. Besides, he only meant it as two friends hanging — because friends don't date each other.

When the date— weekend arrived, you rushed to try on an assortment of outfits. Never in your life did you have to dress nice for someone else. Though it wasn't a date, you still wanted to look your best. Finally, deciding on an outfit, you got your other belongings and left your dorm.

Rayne did say he would meet you outside the dorms; You just didn't expect him to be waiting outside your dorm room.

"Rayne? What are you doing out here?"

"I'm waiting for you, obviously." Rayne scoffed at your ignorance and said, "Well? Why are you just standing there? Let's go."

Walking next to him, you noticed how he was dressed. Rayne was dressed better than you thought he would. It was an odd sight to see dressed so casual, but it was not an unwelcome one! Not wanting to be caught staring, you looked away. Never in your life did you want the silence to go away more than now. You felt as if he could hear the pounding of your heartbeat.

"Do you think they would prefer banana flavor over pumpkin?"

"Rabbits do tend to enjoy actual bananas; Though I'm not too sure about the flavor...."

You can't believe you forgot it was Rayne who you were hanging out with. Raynes Ames: The only man in the world obsessed with rabbits that he is willing to drop everything if it means seeing one for a second. So, of course, the only reason he asked you out was so you could help purchase things for his rabbits.

"You're a zoology major!"

Doesn't mean you specialize in rabbits.

Regardless, you're happy to help Rayne after he spent hours tutoring you for free. He's a good friend.

"So, banana?"

"Let me see the ingredients....."

This is why he brought you. Rayne may know more about rabbits, but he can't help but trust your judgment over his — especially when it came to animal health. You may not be the brightest or smartest, but you were the best when it came to magical beasts and rabbits.

"What feed do you think is best for their health?"

"I don't know?! You've been raising them! Not me!"

"You specificalize in—"

"—animals, magical beasts. Yeah, and? I don't intend to study domesticated animals! Rabbits included!"

"....Is the feed good for them or not?"

"Yeah....It's actually one of the best well-balanced feeds I've ever seen for any animal species."

"All that complaining just to circle around."

What the actual hell was that supposed to mean?

Rayne Ames is the one you love: He also is the one who irritates you the most. He's so mean and overall frustrating! So what if he has his own way of caring? He's so annoying and rude! He always gives you this knowing look whenever you ask him a question. He always gives you the most cryptic answer and scoffs when you misinterpret it! Rayne Ames, the most serious man known to everyone at the academy, likes messing with you purposely and admitted it.

Why do you even like someone like him?

......

Love is weird: You suppose it's because of all those frustrating moments that you fell for him out of all people. Rayne makes you mad; He makes you irritated; He makes you happy; He makes you laugh; Rayne makes you blush.

You love how normal he is in contrast to his cold persona. Rayne loves rabbits and cares for his friends. Rayne may be intelligent, but he struggles with teaching others. Rayne is serious, however, he can also be sarcastic and humorous at times.

You're in love with Rayne Ames.

"Hey Rayne, look at me." You put on some rabbit ears you found at costume shop. You thought it would be funny to surprise Rayne with it. "I'm a rabbit."

Rayne turned to look at you and just stared. You were expecting a response of some kind, and instead, you just got a deadpan stare. He looked disappointed and looked away without a word.

"Rayne—Rayne! Why'd you look away? It was a joke!"

"I'm just going to say, it'll take more to sway me over."

"I got the rabbit ears and everything, and it still wasn't enough!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"All you need to know is that I spent the rest of my money on these."

".....Really?"

You wanted to bury yourself on top of a hill.

"Yeah," you meekly said as you hid your face in your hands out of embarrassment.

"Ahmm."

Did he laugh?

"Hahehahaa!" It was difficult not to follow along. No matter how embarrassed you were, the situation was hilarious, and hearing him chuckle for the first time was enough to make you happy. You just can't believe it took wearing rabbits to make him laugh.

Rayne Ames makes you unbelievably happy. This love of yours wasn't so terrible: Rayne is rude and blunt — so was love. Rayne is gentle and kind — so was love. Rayne makes you feel levels of joy and excitement you have never felt before — so does love.

Hanging out for the first time with Rayne mad enough realize something: You don't mind keeping this a secret if it means you two can continue being friends. You don't wish to lose this special friendship just because you yearned for something more. You're fine with just being in love if it means you can still walk by his side.

"Rayne, what do you think about the girls in our classes?" You asked out of pure curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

"Well....It's just that they always talk about you in a romantic sense, and I wondered if you ever received love confessions."

Rayne stopped walking and thought for a moment. "Love confessions......I have received a handful before. Some were outside my dorm, and others were handed directly."

Though you already knew about his popularity, you still felt your heart tighten at the thought of others liking Rayne the same you do. It's only natural that you're hurt by this.

"How'd you react?"

"I would always turn them down, and they would always cry."

"Huh...I wonder why?"

"I'd also like to know— You were being sarcastic, weren't you?"

"Now! Why would I ever do that?" Turning around, you saw Rayne glaring at you. Perhaps you pushed your limit for the day. "Aye! It was just a joke!"

You love Rayne Ames, and that didn't scare you. Even so, you treasure the friendship you built with him and refuse to tear it down. You're alright with just being friends.

After all,

Friends don't date.

Thank you for reading!

#rayne ames x reader #rayne ames #mashle x reader #mashle #you me rabbits and magical beasts

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

if i finish writing my fic about chilchuck teaching marcille to knit it'll be over for you guys

#pickle pontificates #think about it. i found another extra that references magic warmups btw #that one had hair braiding meditation and hand gestures #but think about it. are knitting/crochet/various other needle arts not very repetitive meditative things??? #wouldn't knitting be a great method of magic warmups in place of hair braiding??? #marcille uses her hair for magic a couple times and it could be that it has inherently magical properties #but my theory is that hers is imbued with magic because she uses it for warmups all the time #so then it could follow that the resulting knitted items would be imbued with magical properties... dungeon rabbit resistant scarf anyone? #or a fireproof sweater? #why is chilchuck my chosen victim for the person to teach her? well. on my conspiracy wall over here you can see that chilchuck frequently #sits down to sew his clothes/equipment back together throughout canon. i think it's safe to say that he's canonically good at sewing #the only other characters who we see demonstrate similar abilities are mrs. tansu who is a beast at knitting and an icon #and falin. who carries sewing supplies in her equipment (smart) but has frankly atrocious stitching #as can be seen in the comic where she and laios offer to help put marcille's name on her stuff and it's illegible #mrs. tansu really has no relation to marcille #and although falin's bad sewing may have been due to her eyesight (which would no longer affect that) she is canonically also a bad teacher #i think she would try enthusiastically but i do not see it working out #so chilchuck it is. #a fic based around these concepts allows me to further these agendas: #marcille recovering from dungeon lord shenanigans with the help of her friends agenda #chilchuck engaging in reluctant dadly activities agenda #needle arts chilchuck agenda #and... the special bonus i would like to get to... chilchuck reuniting with his wife agenda #and wingman marcille agenda #AND contributing to the dunmeshi platonic fic agenda??? so many wins #there. #now all i gotta do is finish writing it. which is an issue because i have two school assignments due yesterday

[yourplayersaidwhat]

The most cursed fairy tale

Player A: [Player C] says I'm not allowed to play fairy for our next campaign. 

Player B: Lame.-- WAIT! That new crit roll has a circle of the butterfly druid which gives you wings!

Player A: Hear me out. That, but frog. 

Player B: So a very poisonous frog fairy-- WAIT WHAT IF THEY'RE ACTUALLY A FAIRY PRINCESS! 

Player A: Only if they can turn back into a fairy by True Love's Brawl. 

Player B: To the death or till victor?

Player A: Yes. 

Player B: Ok but what if the whole campaign is like a twisted fairy tale? Like Beauty in the Beast is actually just Belle being a barbarian and is really confused as to why everyones worried about this beast.

Player A: Sleeping beauty is actually a wild magic sorcerer. 

Player B: Little red riding hood but red and the grandma are both gnolls and this weird human was trying to eat grandma. 

Player A: Snow white but she's a beast master and each of her dwarves are different animal companions. 

Player B: Like badger for grumpy? 

Player A: Sleepy is a cat. 

Player B: For sure. Doc is an owl or something. Happy is a rabbit. 

Player A: LITTLE MERMAID BUT HER UPPER HALF IS FISH AND SHE'S A OATH OF THE DINGLEHOPPER!

Player B: NO SHE'S A MONK WHO CAN'T USE HER ARMS BECAUSE THEY'RE FINS! SO SHE JUST KICKS THINGS TO DEATH!

Player A: AND HER DINGLEHOPPER IS TAPED TO HER SHOES!

Player B: NO IT'S WORSE! SHE WEILDS THEM BETWEEN HER TOES LIKE A WEIRD ASS WOLVERINE!

Player A: PUT THIS ON TUMBLR NOW!

#shit my players say #rpg #submission #shareable #dnd

[sunboki]

— ENDLESS WINTER. TEASER a Christopher Bahng fiction

Christopher Bahng x fem. reader

TROPE. Beast! au, Mage! au, enemies to lovers (she wants to kill him), marriage au, angst

WARNINGS. violence, kidnapping, mention of a past war, descriptions of murder, reader is injured, hyunjin is a bit of a pain, hinted minsung (hehe), blood, kissing (dubcon), cursing

WORD COUNT. estimated around 12k

AUG'S NOTES. me and my inner thoughts… as a fic 😭 i cannot believe this is my longest writing yet!!! hopefully you enjoy!

SYNOPSIS. As heiress of the Magus, otherwise, Mage Clan, you find your position ripped from your fingertips when the Beast Clan conducts a raid. Left the only survivor, you make it your priory to stay alive in a ravaged Kingdom. That is, before you’re captured.

alternatively :

Starvation becomes the least of your problems when you meet King Bahng.

Hiding in the kitchen’s cupboard was definitely not your intention.

Neither was the Kingdom getting raided by the Beast Clan or being the (presumably) lone survivor in the castle, but fate would have its way, whether you liked it or not — this one just a bit more severe than usual.

Your mother once told you of the Beast Clan, of their ferocity and inability to handle things diplomatically. In her opinion, Beast were barely able to be considered Human.

Well, these words came after the Mage-Beast War; a grueling, disgustingly brutal dispute that caused what was referred to as the “Endless Winter”, a curse put upon the nation by a Magus overseer bidding every day of every year with, well, “endless winter”.

She told you how the ground used to be a wondrous green. Soft beneath your fingertips like feathers. Now, blankets of snow stretched as far as the eye could see, killing off any remaining expanse of foliage.

Although years had passed since then, your Kingdom was still recovering, still navigating importing routes in order to supply necessary goods.

Yet, everything was rapidly adapting, whether that was the snow-shoe rabbits roaming your vast tundra or the unexpected growth of fur on the bottom of the horse’s hooves.

Growing, learning.

Magus, though a lineage of magic practitioners, had begun to dull over the centuries. There was no need to learn with peace eminent, and the more aged those wielding supernatural abilities became, the less said abilities progressed into your generations.

However, Magus is the hearth of your Kingdom, and for as long as you live, the title shall reign supreme.

A title that, used by enemies and allies alike, had modernized from its ancient form Magus, to Mage.

Dinner held in the customary hall began that night, seat upon seat homing each member of the family adorned in their extravagant clothing.

Your father occupied the upmost chair, his plate stacked full of greasy lamb and pork bones. You, on the other hand, had had your fill chatting the cook’s ear off, slipping sweet potato wedges here and there as you talked.

Ms. Maewether was her name, a sad soul who carried her love in her cherished dishes. A love reserved for her late husband, a Beast himself, who unfortunately passed in The War.

Back then you asked her questions to the moon, about what they looked like specifically — if they really had eight inch claws like all the other children gossiped, if they could feel.

The last one was important, because everything Ms. Maewether told you you believed without a doubt, and the number one thing she pressed was that Beasts can feel, so very deeply. Just like humans.

The War changed that, and tension rose tenfold, especially as each Kingdom recovered from their countless casualties.

Luckily, your life had been peaceful, having been born young enough you could hardly remember.

Had been peaceful.

A scream from outside redirects the table’s conversation, relatives and siblings alike turning their head to gaze out the window.

Your blood runs cold.

Beasts, left and right, are slaughtering. Their clothing stained in blood that certainly isn’t their own, blades in clutch.

Immediately, panic ensues. People are trampling over each other to get out, disregarding every instinct but to stay alive. It’s chaos.

Dodging flailing bodies, you anchor yourself in a secluded cupboard below the countertops, shrinking as close to the wall as possible.

A few moments after everyone evacuates the Dining Hall do you hear cries. Yelling, gargled sounds. You cringe back imagining, stifling your breathing as much as possible.

Suddenly, a thought comes to mind, a thought that might just be responsible for saving your life.

Smell.

Ms. Maewether warned you a Beast’s smell is like no other, like a dogs. Twenty times as heightened as a persons.

So slowly, silently, you fish your hand into the small bit of darkness in front of you, locating a small bottle of cooking grease you wince upon finding — forcing the awful smelling concoction over your body, masking your scent.

Right after sitting down the container does the door creak open, heavy footsteps belonging to none other than a Beast. You can hear it in their sniffing, the clicking of their claws. Chills scatter your arms.

Another enters as the second door creaks, muttering something incomprehensible to its companion. At this point you’re pressed to the other side of the cupboard, both hands covering your mouth.

Your heart thunders in your chest, beating unbearably loud the longer you huddle.

Walking past where you lie, a Beast stops, body ducking down close enough you can hear its labored panting. You wait, waiting for the door to be flung open and for your death to await.

It doesn’t. And you thank whomever above for the echo of its presence fading away into the distance, barely relaxing against the highly uncomfortable hiding spot.

Instead, a blood curdling screech rips through the atmosphere, comparably close to where you hide. Abruptly, it stops, the thump of a body against the floor making you staunch the nausea building like bile in your throat.

It takes three days for you to finally peer out of the cupboard, the entirety of the Kingdom completely void of a soul.

Taking your first few steps around do you notice a woman, obviously slain by the puddle of blood surrounding her and the putrid stench. Her mouth hangs open—horror-stricken, frozen in place. You vomit in the sink.

For about a week do you roam the murder-house of a castle, finding purchase in a non-blood-bathed room and the many, thought to be endless amount of food.

You won’t leave, simple.

As long as the Beast Clan believes they’ve killed everyone, you’re safe.

That reminder was assuring, until your food supply dropped exponentially and a new problem situated itself on your platter.

Worst case scenario you die of starvation, the likelihood high if you stay here. Solution? Hunting.

Granted, you’re not the most skillful hunter, but you’re also not horrendous with a bow. Except, it’s not your aiming abilities you stress, it’s the chance someone sees you, the enemy sees you.

Four weeks in and you’re left with no other choice than to bundle yourself in layers upon layers of clothing and heed the feeble weaponry available.

Blizzard frost permeates your vision, wobbling steps making your hunger evident the more you roam. A horse would’ve been effortlessly useful, but selling yourself into that fantasy had been futile upon realizing they either took or killed all escapades.

A hare catches your eye, pale fur barely divisible from the terrain below. Carefully, you crouch down, elbow stretching the arrow back as far as possible whilst maintaining a solid grip. Steady. Steady.

Shoot!

The arrow flies, puncturing the animal in its chest enough to where it thankfully doesn’t suffer, flopping over rather pathetically instead.

However, your success is short-lived.

Stalking forward to snatch the creature quickly, a shadow looming overhead halts your footsteps. Behind you.

Before you can think to run, you wind back, meager arrow in hand providing little defense against the attacker.

First thing you take in is how huge they are. At least six feet tall if not taller, brilliantly ruby eyes revealing its true identity.

Beast.

With ease the man has your efforts pinned, curiousity overflowing as the animal looks at you. Yet, he doesn’t look like an animal, and apart from those eyes of his, no other factors would’ve revealed him to you but that.

This Beast has a fox-like face. A younger stature and smaller, slanted features.

“Hyung, what is this?” He asks, lifting your petrified frame like you were the rabbit you’d killed earlier.

His older counterpart glances over, and any hope of getting released plummets upon those wild crimson hues focusing in on you—knowledgeable as to what you were.

The cooking grease had long worn off, and your identity was likely as apparent as can be.

Mage.

Older Beast easily roaming through the snow, his fingers tangle into your hair, drawing out a cry when he jerks his hand up, forcing your gaze to meet his through the searing sting of your scalp. The younger grimaces.

His long, nearly white hair is tied into a ponytail, sharp cheekbones and calculating stare beyond intimidating. Beneath his left eye you note a small, distinct mole.

“One remained, huh.”

sunboki, may 2022 ©

#stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #straykids x you #straykids x y/n #straykids x reader #skz x y/n #skz x you #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #straykids angst #straykids fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #bangchan x y/n #bangchan x you #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x reader #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #bangchan angst #bangchan fluff

[irkimatsu]

Huskposting Masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

A masterlist of all of my interesting fics and headcanon posts, so you don't have to scroll through all the two-sentence bullshit gumming up the Huskposting tag! NSFW pieces are marked as such. Fics, headcanons, song assignments, and other assorted tidbits that I think are worth looking at more than five minutes after I posted them.

Full Fics:

"If You're Lucky" - After losing a bet with Overlord Husk, the demon asks to have his way with you as your part of the deal. Originally intended as a standalone, I intend to turn this into a collection with a story arc eventually. NSFW!

"Teasing A Beast" - Oneshot where reader stripteases for Husk and then they have rough sex. Short, sweet, to the point. Reader has breasts and vagina. NSFW!

Headcanons:

Husk and one-night-stands in life

Musing about Husk's death

NSFW Heacanons

couple assorted SFW headcanons

Husk as an absent father

Headcanons going through Husk's life, up to his death

Husk nuzzling you so you smell like him

Husk's coping mechanism! (it's not great)

does he hate the name Husker?

he's too drunk to perform

Husk and religion

hehehe claw sucking

a reason for Overlord Husk to be fat

a magic trick goes wrong

assorted Overlord Husk horniness (NSFW!)

Husk's fluctuating weight

speculation about Husk and Alastor

possible future chapters of "If You're Lucky" (NSFW!)

Husk, US history, and legal gambling and alcohol

This man cannot fucking cook

Dominant Husk headcanons

Music (song links go to Tumblr posts that may or may not provide context for why I picked that song):

Full playlist

"Fallen Down" by Assemblage 23

"Forever 2013" by Bruderschaft

"Complex" by Dreams Divide

"The Modern Leper" by Frightened Rabbit

"Drown" by Imperative Reaction

"I Don't Remember" by Northern Lite

"Casino" by Toby Ash

I keep picking songs about drowning...

Drabbles:

Husk gushing about his S/O (centered around my self-insert, this was for me, sorry)

dancing with Husk in his room

dancing with Husk at a hotel party

playing with Husk's wings (NSFW!)

Husk dialogue during sex (NSFW!)

riding Husk (NSFW!)

Husk taking the lead with you (NSFW!)

Alastor interrupts (NSFW!)

Husk and the word "love"

to be Overlord Husk's spoiled pet...

massaging Husk's chest

more about being Overlord Husk's pet

Yandere Overlord Husk

Husk with a childhood friend of Alastor's

rough sex, Husk catching feelings

Other:

WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD FUCK THIS OLD MAN

some cool t-shirts I yoinked from the fan Wiki

me infodumping to an outsider with Wiki facts

that line from Finale that itches my brain so good

you fuck wrinkly ass cats stop fucking submitting it

official Valentine's Day card

"Sober" cover by Paranoid DJ (not on my playlist but still worth a look)

FOXY GRANDPA

the first appearance of the phrase "cat nipples". get used to it

Keith David singing "LOVE" by Nat King Cole

me making terrible daddy jokes

my excuse for everything that happens on this blog anymore

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

YOUR HIGHNESS I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU. 💍 not much of request, more of a suggestion if you ever feel like writing it, what about a necromancer yandere? or a mortician?!! OOOOUGHH im so obsessed with necromancers and everything related to them, and there's só many options!!! trying to realive darling reader? put me in! necromancer went to get body parts but when they were doing research they fell in love with one of the people they were getting body parts from, now they want to realive them! DELICIOUS!! killing unwilling reader and bringing them back as a form of punishment! IM ON! i give you full creative control thy humble lord, thank you for the food

(and of course, feel free to deny, YOU are the artist, you are what matters ❤)

Yeah, I can do this

Yandere!Necromancer x GN!Reader

CW: Mentions of death and corpses, both human and animal

The most powerful bastard to have ever lived.

The unspeakable horror known as Letum the Terrible, a powerful sorcerer that seemed to draw magic from the universe without any limitations; a bottomless pool of stamina who could wipe out armies with a snap of their fingers.

Or, as Nephin knew them, (Reader).

He still remembered the first time he met (Reader), when they were a young teenager and he was just a child. What the pitiful town's people called power hungry and malicious, Nephin understood to be ambitious and determined. Even at the age of five, the small boy could see how the people never broke (Reader's) spirit; how every time they publicly beat them out of fear, or accused them openly of evil and conspiring with dark forces, (Reader's) resolve strengthened.

Unlike wizards, who had to learn the ancient arts and memorize countless spells, or mages who had to use magickally imbued artifacts and books written by magick users of the past, the terrifying teenager was a sorcerer, who's power was instinct and perfected by trial and error experimentation.

Nephin craved the user's attention.

He studied so diligently, begging the universe to give him access to the energy of the universe or to grant him his own supply of natural mana.

The rest of the town was so focused on being afraid of (Reader), that no one but Nephin noticed their one and only flaw. (Reader) could not heal themselves.

Less than a month before the human known as (Reader) would seemingly fall off the face of the earth, they had changed the course of the little love sick child's life forever, after an encounter hidden deep in the woods.

Nephin cradled a bleeding rabbit, focusing on a simple healing spell, chanting it over and over again while rocking on his little heels, screaming in his heart for the universe to awaken his healing power. But the rabbit continued to bleed out over his shirt.

"Hel, oh breathing earth, this broken body. Hel, oh breathing earth, this broken body. Hel-"

The small little black rabbit went limp in Nephin's arms, releasing her last breath. Tears tumbled down out of frustration.

"No. No. No!" He whined, gripping the body against his chest harder. "Wake up! Wake up!"

A warm green light bubbled up from the earth like liquid, rising into the air around Nephin and the rabbit. It was working. "Wake up! Wake up!"

The rabbit stirred to life, moving within his grasp, without breathing.

Joy filled Nephin, believing himself to have finally achieved the power to heal, when he realized that the wound on the bunny never closed, and blood was still dripping from the gash.

He didn't have much time to wonder what was happening, as (Reader) emerged from the bushes, wide eyed at the sight before them.

"I.. didn't heal him right.." Nephin sadly stated, holding out the rabbit to his unrequited love.

(Reader) reached out for the beast, ignoring it's screams. After a brief inspection, (Reader) got on their knees to stand at eye level with Nephin. "What is your name, child?"

".. Nephin."

"Nephin, dear young magick user, you were born for power, but not to heal."

"-but-"

"This rabbit is dead." (Reader) angled the violently wriggling head towards Nephin so the child could see the green hue in the bunny's clouding eyes. "What you have accomplished, was quite impressive for one without training. You are a necromancer."

Nephin felt his tiny heart shatter. The tears that had begun to dry restarted, falling freely down his round, baby cheeks. "But I wanted to - to heal!"

"Look at me." (Reader) snapped their fingers, startling Nephin into choking back his sob. "With the advancements in non magickal science, even regular men can make healing medicines. With time, the doctors and the apothecaries will surely render healers useless. However, you can do what no healer has ever achieved. You can raise the dead."

(Reader) hoped that they successfully encouraged the kid, handing him back his first successful minion.

Their words would haunt him for the rest of his life.

After (Reader) disappeared, Nephin ran away from home, traveling across the continent to find necromancers to study under. They gladly accepted him as one of their own, filling him with praise over his natural talent. And as the years went by, Nephin grew in power tangentially with (Reader). He had no proof that the nearly inhuman Letum was (Reader), but with the descriptions of their abilities he had little doubt in his mind as to who they were.

Without an ability to heal themselves, (Reader) slowly became less and less of the person they once were. Stories told of the terrifyingly powerful being spread around the world, as the strongest warriors of all classes and species left to challenge them and were destroyed so thoroughly that there was not body to send back to their families. The only times (Reader) was injured was due to their hubris, which allowed their opponents to gain the upper hand. The fighters would be reduced to ash with a snap of their fingers afterwords, but (Reader) never missed the opportunity to allow their opponents to show off their pitiful abilities against them.

Scars covered so much of (Reader's) skin, that their original skin tone was difficult to determine. With a bald head and lack of a nose or upper lip, the intimidating menace was easily mistaken for a monster.

No one but Nephin remembered (Reader), but everyone knew of Letum the Terrible.

And as time went on, Nephin's love for his first crush never faded, counting down the days until he reached adulthood and could track down (Reader). He knew, logically, that (Reader) would not remember him, but whether or not they allowed him to follow them around like their loyal dog, or killed him without a second thought, was enough for him; just to be in their presence once more would be an honor.

On Nephin's twentieth birthday, when he was awarded the highest rank amongst his adoptive village and became not only an adult, but a necromancer more powerful than any other in history, he set out to find (Reader), ready to track them down by following their crimes like a trail of rose petals.

Instead, Nephin found a nation of people celebrating the death of Letum.

And it was as though his entire existence had been a waste.

Letum the Terrible was preserved with magick to be researched my magickal scientists.

Their body would not deteriorate, nor rot, as scholars from around the world freely came to poke and prod and slice open their body in an attempt to understand what gave Letum such immense power.

In the hall of intellectuals, Nephin stood transfixed before the viewing table, admiring what little remained of the neighbor he once knew. Their chest and abdomen were hollowed out, every organ except the brain removed and placed in jars to be examined. Everyone who got a chance to see the most powerful evil to have ever lived felt comfortable enough in the corpse's presence to mock (Reader).

"They died from something so mundane.."

"An allergy? Even children can heal themselves.."

"Perhaps they were bored with life.."

"Perhaps they weren't so strong after all.."

'Enough with this slander.' Except for (Reader's) body, each and every cadaver, no matter how incomplete they were, woke, and turned on the humans. The atmosphere quickly changed from cheeky to tragic, everyone scrambling in a mass panic as the dead began to tear apart the living. In the chaos Nephin stole away (Reader's) body, carrying them like a bride on their wedding day.

It took years to find every piece he needed.

Nephin searched the world for pieces to fix his precious neighbor, his first and only love. The two were now the same age as each other, as a corpse can not grow old.

Although Nephin found (Reader) just as beautiful with their scars as he did when they were children, the world knew of Letum, but only he knew of (Reader). So he hunted down pieces of the old (Reader) throughout the lands. Someone's similar shaped nose, a hide matching their skin tone and texture, scalping someone with (Reader's) hair. Bit by bit, throughout the years, with the help of a warlock under contract to resurrect her wife, Nephin sew (Reader) back together.

(Reader) woke up.

Head splitting in pain, they forced themselves to sit up, despite the voice of a stranger commanding them to take it slow. Everything was fuzzy, and they couldn't recall what had happened to cause such a stiffness and agony. The last thing they remembered was being bitten by a spider, and falling ill nearly instantly, collapsing alone in the woods.

They raised their arm to inspect their bite, but found an unfamiliar arm. Patches of skin stitched together. Their other arm was similarly foreign, and as their eyes learned to focus again, they learned that the same was true for the rest of their naked body.

"I wanted to clothe you, however I was worried the texture would be uncomfortable on your new skin." The stranger with white hair and tired eyes shyly spoke, disturbingly pale skin blushing red.

"I am in no mood for jokes." (Reader) attempted to proclaim loudly, however, their voice was nothing but a dry whisper.

"You may not remember me, but I remember you. I am the one who brought you back. And.." The red deepened as his smile trembled. "I am your master now."

"Ha! Cheeky. Regret your words, and I, Letum the Terrible, shall let you live."

"You are no longer Letum the Terrible." He bent down, caressing their left hand and placing a soft kiss on a their ring finger before pulling out a small box. "You are (Reader), my beloved spouse."

"That's it." (Reader) raised their hand, no longer amused. "This conversation is over."

And snapped their fingers.

.. but nothing happened.

Confused, they looked at their hand.

"I told you." Nephin said sweetly, admiring the green swirl of magick in (Reader's) eyes. "I am your master now."

#sorry for taking so long #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere necromancer #necromancer #gn reader #cw blood #cw obsession #cw death #evil reader

[sh1-n0bu]

congrats on reaching 5k!!!!!

PomPom!!! (Hsr, platonic)

Hi!!! How are you?? I'm sorry I'm only able to help out when everyone else besides Miss Himieko is off the Express, or in the dead of night. I get soo nervous around them but you two seem to be the only people I can relax around. Especially when the General Jing Yuan came to visit??? I nearly had a heart attack when I thought they saw me. Don't get me stared on how Stelle/Caelus and March have been getting noesy especially about me in particular. Despite being the main culprits I know Welt and Dan Heng are also growing curious about me. I don't think anyone else besides the two of you guys have seen me, and I really hope to keep it that way. I hope keeping me a secret isn't that much of an issue,,, I promise I'll make your favourite hot chocolate and cookies for our movie night! (I am eternally thankful that Miss Himeko and you let me have my own personal kitchen in my room) Love you PomPom, I'll see you and Miss Himeko tonight!! Tell her I said Hi!!

Lots of Love,

your shy helper

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: pom-pom from honkai star rail

lately, there has been some rumors floating about the astral express. which, most times, is completely fine since one of the passengers loves to make up all sorts of stories with her wild imagination. and it has only been fueled by their latest passenger, the trash loving one. so, with their imaginations running rampant, it was only normal for them to come up with all sorts of stories to tell the express visitors at times. mainly the younger ones.

however, one day, the general of the luofu’s cloud knights had decided to visit his express friends with his retainer. the young boy went about everywhere, taking in the atmosphere and the magical energy of the galaxy traveling train. of course, taking his young age and curious nature into thought, the trailblazer told the young retainer how the express had its own spirit. they went on to great details of how the spirit of the express keeps the train in check, helping the conductor but also sometimes, stirring up trouble.

it didn’t get better as march joined in, talking stories about how one night when she came back from another trailblazing mission only the cute tiny round plushie replicas of the astral express crew. when march went to thank pom-pom about it, the conductor only expressed concern and confusion while himeko only giggles with a knowing smile.

yanqing believed every word of course, thinking that the express had its own ghost and was haunted. it only calmed down a bit when dan heng came over, gently smacking the two unruly adults over their heads and telling them to stop spreading lies. however, jing yuan stepped in at that.

“i feel something” the general of the luofu said, rubbing his chin softly as he looked around the main cabin of the express in deep thought. “there is indeed something here. a weird and new energy. something that’s a bit… inhuman and i’m not talking of the conductor” he briefly nods towards the rabbit, where they were watering the plants. briefly, jing yuan looked towards the chessboard out of the corner of his eyes, where he was sure something tiny zipped across.

and with that incident, what started as a joke quickly became a case that march and the trailblazer would diligently chase after. acting like they’re detectives, the two would speak of something being on the express to every visitors who visited. some getting scared, some finding the story funny and some seeming to have an odd recollection in their eyes. but one thing stayed the same. the two didn’t give up their detective work.

and their suspicions were further solidified when after argenti — a certain dramatic knight of beauty — helped the express to get out of the stomach of a beast that happened to swallow them. the express’ outer sides were completely alright! not a single hint of blotch or hint of being burned with stomach acid. completely clean and pristine as usual. that’s when the two came to the conclusion to call this entity “guardian of the express”. meanwhile, a certain guard of the express sighs and rolls his eyes at the shenanigans of his friends. a certain former herrscher laughing it off, telling the guard to leave them to their own devices as they seem to be having fun. on the other hand, a certain navigator and conductor stay hush hush about something, whispering to each other about something as the conductor hands over a letter to the coffee loving woman to let her read over it as well.

it wasn’t until after the rest had went to their separate rooms to rest up for the night, did the two of them sit down on one of the tables of the main cabin. pulling out a paper and a pen to write their own responses back.

“dear ‘guardian of the express’,

what do you think of the new nickname the trailblazer and march thought up for you? i think it’s pretty cool! since in a case, you are indeed the guardian of the express. passenger dan heng may be a guard of the express and an amazing one at that, but he’s also a human that needs his own rest and therefore, can’t keep the express safe 24/7. i forgot to say thank you when you kept the outer sides of the express safe when it was swallowed by the true sting. i was so worried that the stomach acid of the creature would damage it (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞!

thankfully you were here with us to keep the train and us safe.

i’m sorry if i can’t keep both passengers march and trailblazer from being too nosy about you. they tend to get a bit too excited at times about certain things. and that time is specifically now more than ever as we are cruising the star rail towards penacony. i just hope you can stay out of sight whenever they’re awake!

and as for the general of the luofu, i was quite scared of the man too! he seemed to know so much and visited the express a lot of times to the point of almost finding out about you. i was so worried when he first came over! and he also tried to steal me away from the express as well the other day ٩(ʘ益ʘ💢)۶ ٩(ʘ益ʘ💢)۶!

well, i hope you can stay safe and out of the shenanigans of some of the passengers and even the visitors. it’s alright if you don’t want yourself to be seen, me and himeko would keep your secrets safe!

with love, pom-pom the conductor of the astral express”

#nobu.writes #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #astral express #hsr #honkai star rail #5k followers

[sakumz]

a/n : me rn. the lecturer is a liar OMG we were given time to make presentation slides and it's group work not individual so we could constantly ask him to check bro checked everyone's group and the other day I asked how to up my grade since he said he'll give everyone a C for standard and then we just work our ways to up that grade and when I asked him how he gave advise and I follow with it. mf still give me a goddam C. sorry for the rant lmao

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[ a. rayne x fem reader ]

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frustrated. that's the feeling you felt at the current moment, clutching hard on the paper your professor handed you. the poor paper crumpled beneath your fingers. the magical students around you were clearly aware of your ominous aura.

" what's wrong? " max whispers on your ear as you jolt from his sudden presence.

" that stupid professor is a liar. he said I could up my grade if my report was about a rare mystical beast, it didn't matter if I could study its behaviour physically. just from a book research is fine. there's obviously no change from the grade! it's still the same C from last exam too. " you ranted off as other students too, felt bad for you. you were just following what that professor said, he should've done you better.

" hey. is it true? what y/n said, " rayne questions, standing tall behind the professor.

" w-what do you mean? " the professor cowers in fear for his head.

" you know what I'm talking about, the research report. ring any bells or must i hit you on the head to make you remember. im sure other students have fallen trap to your grading system. " he says with truth.

" fine, everyone gets a free A! " the professor pushes away the partisan sword near his face as he made a run for the door. the class cheers and thanks rayne before leaving.

leaving you, max and rayne alone in the classroom. rayne makes his way over.

" thanks for what you did earlier. " you flash him a smile.

" yeah I'm surprised you would do all that. aren't you afraid if this gets reported to the other divine visionary? they could take away that title, its like abusing your title! " max spoke.

" it's not really abusing my title, I'm just bringing out the truth and besides what he did was wrong. he lied to his students, he shouldn't be a teacher if he can't keep his promises. " rayne replies.

" aw you're so cute, " you stood up from your seat and gave rayne a pinch to his cheeks, he blushed at the sudden contact but smiles.

" he likes you, you know. " max whispers to your ear, loud enough for rayne to hear as max makes a dash out of the classroom.

" what, really? " rayne couldn't help but uncharacteristically blush harder.

" n-no-..."

" I like you too, " you confess, giving him a kiss to his cheek as he calms down a little.

" thank you, I will protect you and I love you alot. " he pulls your body close, giving you a hug.

" also is it true, you have rabbits in your dorm? let's go I wanna see. " you grab his hand, pulling him out of the classroom.

he didn't say no but walked infront to lead you to his room. the day was spent playing with the rabbits as both awaits for max to return. rayne would put on a good show and beat him for embarrassing him infront of his crush.

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ngl after writing this I feel very cheated on omg fcking lecturer 😭😭😭😭 anyone wanna be moots just drop your discord in my inbox or sum o want moots to talk to HAJSJSKAKS

#sakumz.pdf #mashle x reader #rayne x reader #rayne ames x reader #mashle rayne x reader

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Why didn't you tell me?

Daryl Dixon x Reader

You follow him into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺 🐺 🐺

Daryl was always a distant person, ever since you met at the farm. Over time you had gotten closer, bonding over shared skills and hunting together.

That did take some convincing on your side but eventually after having you so some practicing he started taking you along.

Right before the farm fell you even started sharing a tent. He cared for you a lot, and even though he hadn't said those three dreaded words it still showed through his actions.

When your group finally made it to the prison your cell was right next to where Daryl slept. You shared your first kiss in that cell, and many more in the watch tower.

But now that you were close all the time you started picking up on some of his more strange habits.

One of those being his periodic three-day hunts. They happened every month and were always three days, like clockwork. He did always bring back a really nice haul but you never believed his reasoning of seeing the best under the full moon's light.

Tonight he was leaving again. He had made sure the group knew he would be gone on one of his longer hunting trips but you only faked your belief and had plans of your own.

Shortly after he lad left you stalked out after him.

It was fairly easy to follow him as he left his bike close to the edge of the woods and went further in on foot. You followed far enough away for him not to notice and watched as he treaded through the forest with a clear path in mind. It all seemed to be normal until he reached what looked like a small stash box. Taking in your surroundings you noticed remnants of a watch post and a fallen tree only a couple feet away. You held your body entirely still as you watched your boyfriend set his weapons in the crate, followed by his winged vest and ..the rest of his clothing?

All you could do was watch. If he found you now you could kiss your relationship goodbye.

He stayed low as he looked up at the night sky, kneeling in the dirt of the clearing that let in the moonlight almost perfectly. The whole scene before you was one you would have loved to photograph back in the day. The dark lines of Daryl’s tattoos and the scars he had kept hidden from you until now standing out against the bright blue of the moon that cast an almost magical glow over the forest.

Your attention was quickly pulled back to Daryl as he let out a sound that sent you into a full body panic. Eyes wide, unable to look away you stared as he hunched over and let out a pained cry, his body twitching as he seemed to change shape, the faint sound of bones snapping caught your ears. It was like a scene from a horror movie where the main character runs into the monster that lurked in the forest near their vacation cabin. He writhed on the forest floor as you watched his spine tore through his skin and form a tail and his legs filled out and elongated into beast-like hind legs. Fur grew along his bulking out frame as the lower hand of his face seemed to push out into a muzzle before he stood before you, fully changed and howled into the night sky.

Your hands covered your mouth as you fought back a gasp as reality set in. You thanked the gods he didn’t hear you but instead crouched back onto all fours and ran off deeper into the woods.

You now knew why Daryl left for real, but couldn’t make it back to the prison in case you accidentally came across him and he’d see you. So you decided to stay put, staring around the area, hearing rustling leaves and padded steps from time to time. After a while you saw him again. His body low as he carried a large deer over his shoulders and a couple of rabbits between his teeth. He dropped them all off and went into the opposite direction to continue his hunting. Sniffing the air he followed his nose and walked off.

The waiting made you tired, finding it more and more difficult to stay awake as time passed and eventually nodding off every once in a while not noticing steps coming closer.

A huff of air on your face jolted you awake only to be face to snout with your maybe now not so loving boyfriend.

“Daryl?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, looking into his eyes and seeing the familiar blue ones you always loved to stare at. A snap of his jaw right at your nose made you back up even further into the tree before he backed away and snarled at you.

So he was clearly angry with you. “I’m sorry. I still love you, even like this.” You swallowed your fears and raised your hand to touch him. Reaching the side of his head you let your hand stroke his fur as you let out a shaky breath.

He blinked slowly at you and licked your cheek as he stepped back and turned around.

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” He looked back at you and nodded before walking off and letting you do the same.

Your walk back to the prison felt strange. A part of you wanted to back to sleep and kindly wait for your boyfriend to return and pretend like nothing happened, but the other voice in your head wondered what it would be like to stay with him in the woods and have your big and strong werewolf boyfriend warm you during the cold nights.

But for now you’d have to settle on that first option. Heading back into the prison as quiet as possible and wait for Daryl to come back home after the full moon nights had passed.

The days passed and you waited like you promised.

The second you heard his bike pull up to the game you readied yourself to go help him take his kills inside. And so you did. You assisted in taking the animals to be prepped for dinner and cooked for later days.

That night you go find him when he's smoking at the edge of the stone flooring outside and joined him in staring out into the night sky.

"I was out here listening for you the last two nights." He turns to face you, blowing the smoke of his cigarette to the side and away from you. "Yer a crazy bitch fer followin' me. Coulda killed ya if I didn't sniff ya out before I saw ya." You agreed with him. You realized that now after you had gotten back home and you felt bad for invading his privacy like that after he had clearly stated he'd be going out alone and wouldn't accept anyone joining him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

An answer didn't immediately came and you felt even worse now. Even with Daryl not cussing you out or chasing you out of the woods personally you still felt the effects of his angry snarls.

An arm wrapped around you as Daryl pulled you against his side. "Weren't sure ya'd believe me. An' too scared ta show ya."

You sighed as you let yourself fully melt into his side. "I'm sorry I followed you."

A soft kiss on your head reassured you it was all okay. "Next week we'll go out on a run together, I'll show ya properly, yeah?"

You threw your arms around him in embrace, thanking him for forgiving you.

You couldn't wait for his invitation to go on that run.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: Another one of the suggested ideas of how reader would find out about her boyfriend's werewolf secret. This one was a lot of fun!

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #twd au #werewolf #werewolf au

[kawaiijohn]

Danny wakes up in PMMM and wants to murder the weird God cat that's bothering the kids

Ok I wanna write this

"Get back here you rat!"

The white rabbit-cat thing dodges another three of Danny's ecto rays as he races through the back halls of a mall under construction. He has no idea where he is, only that the thing he's chasing is bad news.

It has eyes not unlike the Observants, and a voice laced with double meanings. Danny didn't appreciate it staring into his soul- his Core, as though it could sense it.

The creature keeps running for its life, able to appear in places it shouldn't be near before Danny can strike it. The strange ring-like structures around its long ears seem to ring strangely when his blasts whiff the beast.

The short chase comes to an end when he hits a dead end. He skids to a stop, panting- somehow unable to summon his ghost form after the portal tossed him here. He's shocked he can even call upon any of his powers, stranger that the only one he can access are his ecto blasts. But it's not completely shocking- places outside of Amity tend to be less forgiving with their low ambient ectoplasm levels. The halls are dark, ominous- there's a tension in the air not unlike a ghost attack waiting to happen.

He doesn't like it.

Danny uses a ball of ectoplasm as a flashlight as he creeps through the more chained-off sections of the mall, a tingle creeping up his spine. He wants explanations, and the creature knows something- it has to with how it stares into Danny's soul. It's the only lead he has, and he's too stubborn to give up on it.

"You know, you would make an incredible magia- all it would take is making a contract with me."

Danny nearly screams as he whips around. The strange creature sits perched, not unlike a cat, on a construction barrier directly behind him. Its eyes stare once again into his soul, digging into his very essence. Danny's eyes dart around the dark, trying to find anything to use to his advantage. He comes up empty handed, so he does what he knows, and stands his ground.

Intimidation it is.

"I'm not stupid enough to do something for a creature that really shouldn't be able to talk. Especially if it involves contracts." Thank the Ancients Sam had a phase where she obsessed over Faustian tales and fae folklore. That and his firsthand experience with Desiree. Be careful what you wish for, and all that.

"You do seem to be someone who has had dealings before. You are one step away from being a Magia, after all." The creature appears directly next to him on a pile of equipment and grooms itself with a paw. "It would be rather easy on both our ends to embrace your full potential. All you would need to do is Wish for something- anything you desire. And you'd finish becoming what you were meant to be- a Magia."

Danny starts, jumping back with his hand glowing. He hadn't heard it approach.

"Jokes on you- I know how wishes work!" he exclaims, taking a fighting stance. "No matter what, you'd twist it into the opposite of what I want, and I'm not gonna fall for it." The ecto energy crackles in his palm, anxiety at being stared at by those beady, soulless eyes gathers in the back of his throat like acrid lightning. Or like the nerves before a test.

Danny bristles as the creature pads up to him from its perch and tilts its head.

"Interesting- although you have no contract written binding your soul, you are somehow more like magia than human. Tell me, Daniel Fenton, did you receive anything in return for the sacrifice you've made? Do you have a reason to fight the Witches wherever you hail from? Or were you granted this terrible responsibility without fair compensation- no benefit to your life for the amount of magic you expend fighting."

Danny stills and shudders, still unable to force a transformation in the low ectoplasmic atmosphere of this place.

"I simply wanted to offer my services. To help you fight, for protection- to make you feel... whole. Tell me," it looks once again into Danny's soul, unblinking, "Are you aware of how close you have wandered to a truly Hopeless being's lair?"

The walls around him shimmer with unreality, he can hear whispers of a bastardized, corrupted form of Ghost Speak echoing in his head. It physically pains him to listen. He slams his hands over his ears to drown out the noise, but it tickles the back of his brain, makes the space behind his eyes itch. His Core pulses in warning as the room shifts as though it were underwater.

"What is this?!? What are you doing?!"

"Nothing. The culprit to this disturbance is a Witch- a creature made of the despair that lives in the darkness of humanity. A being that wishes to spread misery and corruption upon the innocent." its eyes remain staring at him. "With how you are now- incomplete in your form, you will not survive should you be pulled in to this labyrinth you have wandered near."

Danny looks up from where he'd ducked his head. His Core pulses again. Whatever this thing messing with his mind is, it's similar to a ghost- but wrong. Corrupted. Evil. And yet... sad. He steels his face and glares back at the creature.

"Witches are creatures of pure darkness, they cause unexplained suicides, death, sickness, catastrophe. You are simply unable to unleash your full potential in your current form, but if you make a wish, sign a contract- you would be unstoppable."

"I don't need to be unstoppable. I can handle... whatever this witch thing is without your help- and it's not like I plan on getting caught in a labyrinth. I'd rather not fight another Minotaur."

Danny begins to walk away from the shimmering spots, but can't find the way he came. The chains hanging from the ceiling whisper with anguish.

The creature continues to follow with its blank expression.

"Suit yourself, Daniel Fenton. My services are only a call away. You'd be surprised how amicable I am to those who change their mind last minute- in fact, we encourage it."

And with that, the creature leaves.

Danny clamps his hands over his ears again. The padding of his sneakers through the endless maze of mall construction echoes hollowly through the otherwise silent back halls. "Sam would be pumped to find out the backrooms are real." He laughs joylessly. Danny has no idea how long he's been wandering, but he knows he's not lost. The mall is shifting around him as he wanders, and he knows he's being watched.

He scratches at his wrist idly.

It had started itching, right over his death scar, about fifteen minutes ago. The whispers make it itch more, and he grumbles. He's getting frustrated- usually by now the ghost watching him would have jumped out and attacked, but whatever the thing watching him is (the witch thingy most likely) is biding its time to piss him off.

Another wave of empty emotions waft over him from a doorway that wasn't there the last time he circled this very hallway. His wrist itches more before suddenly burning as though electricity shocked him once again. He looks down and gasps at the strange butterfly marking that's appeared on his wrist, just as his hand reaches for the door of its own volition.

Danny seethes as his body disobeys him, but is brought to stunned silence when the door opens, sending the hallway it leads to flying towards him. The next doorway barrels at him, and he closes his eyes to brace for the impact before it opens as well.

Again and again doors race forward and open, before he finds himself in a domed garden of brambles and roses.

Danny feels his Core lurch as the mark on his arm burns brightly before fading.

"That was weird..." he whispers to himself. He only takes a few moments looking around before finding a rock made of paper to hide behind. The inner sanctum of this Ancients forsaken Labyrinth is enormous- everything looks as though its made of collage paper and watercolor. There's a large chaise lounge in the center of the room, surrounded by strange creatures shaped like dandelions with mustaches.

"Okay that's even weirder..."

The dandelion beings pass roses between them, piling them on and around the lounge in the center of the room. The lighting overhead in the glass dome is dim, but it seems to be getting brighter- the light itself pinpointing on something resting on the chaise.

Danny's entire being revolts as he looks upon the strange black jewel. The bottom is needle thin, resting on a soft silk pillow without making nary a dent. A strange flash of light bursts from it- pure black as void and cold to the touch. It begins to break, forming into a disfigured shape. The shadow it becomes undulates and pulses, growing more and more gargantuan as it explodes from the jewel with a shattering scream of terror.

Danny feels his eyes involuntarily water, the tears falling freely down his cheeks as the jewel produces something similar to a Death Echo, forming into a being made of rose bushes, butterflies, and pure sorrow.

Danny witnesses the birth of something horrifying and his Core screams at him to run. This thing is dangerous, it's dangerous and wrong and will be his End. He stands to leave, but finds his legs unable to move. He struggles, panicked.

Roses appear from nothing as they quickly morph into black tendrils and ensnare him. He's lofted up, up, up to the Thing's- the Witch's 'face'. A corrupt butterfly stares back at him and howls. Danny shrieks in response, summoning an ecto ray in defense. He blasts the witch in its 'chest'. It doesn't appreciate this much, tossing him to the ground.

He shoots another few blasts at it as he falls, smirk on his face through the panic. But without access to his flight or intangibility, he plummets to the brambles below.

Danny forgets he can't summon his ghost form here. He remembers too late that his human form can't handle as much as his ghost form.

"Shit-"

"Oh so now you show up again."

Danny sits up from where his body crumpled. Thankfully, he only has a broken arm and a ton of scratches to show for it, having landed mostly in a fucked up rosebush.

"Have you given my offer more thought?" the rabbit-thing asks from its perch behind him.

"Sorry, I was too busy being jumped by a plant from my worst nightmares to think about wishing for a million bucks or whatever." Danny rolls his eyes, trying to hide the terror in his shaking body. "Seriously, do you have anything better to do than stalk me?"

"You are in no real position to ask this many questions, Daniel Fenton. This witch will kill you and devour you, and not necessarily in that order. It would be beneficial on both our ends for you to sign a contract with me."

Danny hates how right this little shit cat is. Without access to most of his powers, he's practically useless against a monster this large. And if he's useless he can't defeat, let alone escape. Not to think about what this thing will do to innocent mall-goers should it get bored of eating his corpse or whatever.

He shudders.

"They say dealing with the devil never goes well." he responds to the creature. "Although it's kind of a dick move, waiting to prey on me at my lowest point."

The creature stares at him with its infuriatingly neutral 'cute' expression. "Oh but I'm no devil. You may call me Kyubey. I am simply the familiar to all magical girls- in your case, magia. A contract with me would grant you the power to take on this witch, to embrace the potential you've already started to accumulate."

The witch watches angrily in the background, trying to seek him out amongst the brambles. Danny shudders.

"You keep mentioning potential. The hell does that mean?"

Kyubey stares at his soul with its vacant, beady eyes. "Never before have we seen someone manifest their own magic without a contract. It should be an impossibility! Bringing you to full potential could make you one of the strongest magia of all time. You could wish for nearly anything, and your potential would grant it!"

He considers it for a second as he hears the chains above them shaking. The noise blends in with the cacophonous whispers of dread.

"I..." Danny starts, another question on his lips before he feels the tug of magic on his Core, the sense of gears and hourglasses gripping everything around him. His head slowly turns as everything is frozen in place.

He blinks.

Kyubey's form fills with holes as the sound of gunfire reaches his ears.

Time resumes.

Kyubey's corpse collapses before him in a puddle of red and white viscera.

Danny screams, and the witch roars.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

In the near one hundred times she's done this month long song and dance, these back halls have only ever been occupied by four creatures. Herself, Miki, Kaname, and the Incubator.

So why is it there's a new presence? Why is Kyubey stalking a foreigner through the halls?

Never mind that.

She cannot fail. Her mission is clear, and she's once again ready to strike when Kyubey inevitably finds Madoka again, as it always does when this mall trip comes to pass.

Homura finds her patience wavering- it should have made its move on Madoka by now, but for some reason it's focused on a boy who clearly has no idea where he is or what he's doing. An anomaly in all these repeated timelines who won't even be able to see the incubator stalking him. She shouldn't waste her time following, but as soon as she loses sight of the damned incubator it'll strike. With her luck, it will snare Madoka in its claws in five minutes or less if she loses her nerve.

So she follows, shield in hand and ready to pounce.

It doesn't take too much longer for something to happen.

The boy, impossibly, sees Kyubey approach. Even more impossibly, he hits it with green fire when it asks for a contract. Her trigger finger itches, but it lacks a pistol for the moment.

Homura has no idea what to expect, but she did not expect for the boy to start threatening Kyubey, the same green magic being shot at it while in a fully human guise. Even stranger, the boy doesn't have any sort of indication that he's a magical gir- no a magia. He'd be a magia, she realizes.

Homura continues to follow the boy, long after Kyubey 'gives up'. With how he ignorantly walked right into a hatching witch's lair- Gertrude, one of the weaker witches to encounter she muses to herself- she doubts he's any sort of magia himself. Yet. Especially with how Kyubey is pursuing him. She wonders if this means Kyubey will leave Madoka alone for a while, with the boy catching its attention.

However, hive minded creatures can be everywhere at once.

Homura's momentary distraction causes her to stumble when a wall juts up from the floor beneath her. She curses when the labyrinth opens fully, separating herself and the boy she's investigating. There must be a reason he's shown up this loop, with how he can manipulate magic without a contract. There might even be the possibility he can help save Madoka this time, but she won't get her hopes up too high. Allies are far and few in between with how callous she must be to survive, and she doubts a normal looking foreign boy will put up with her aloof and cruel facade.

She fights her way through the labyrinth, using her magic to track the inner sanctum just as the boy witnesses the birth of a witch. There's no way he's a magia- not if he's reacting in enough fear to chill the room. No seasoned, or even new magia would dare show so much fear towards a witch. Not this openly.

Homura readies her gun as the boy is lofted in the air, almost too quickly for her to interfere.

Time pauses and he blasts the witch with his strange magic.

Wait.

How...?

Homura's brow furrows in distrust.

How is this-

Time resumes.

The blasts hit. The witch shrieks.

Homura is not close enough. She is not fast enough.

She is too surprised to stop time again.

And the boy falls.

Kyubey is a bastard. This is a fact.

The amount of times Homura has seen it approach Madoka or her friends at their lowest is astronomical, so she's not at all surprised to see it approach the boy after he takes what should have been a deadly fall. She's glad she's seen so much brutality in her short yet too long life- the sound of crunching bones is much easier to handle this way.

She wonders why Kyubey is being so persistent, but even more so, she needs to know how he was able to nullify her time stop, or at least how he was able to continue to move somewhat. She doesn't appreciate unknown variables, let alone ones that can be a threat to her mission. So she listens in- masking her presence best as she can from the Incubator.

"Oh but I'm no devil. You may call me Kyubey. I am simply the familiar to all magical girls- in your case, magia. A contract with me would grant you the power to take on this witch, to embrace the potential you've already started to accumulate."

Homura rolls her eyes. The Incubator might not look like a devil, but it is one she knows deeply.

"You keep mentioning potential. The hell does that mean?"

Homura prepares one of her more efficient guns, not liking the tone of the Incubator, nor the nervous panic in the boy's shoulders. Potential is power as a magical girl. The more potential, the stronger the magic and the more terrifying the witch. She reaches out to try feeling for the threads of potential surrounding the boy, shuddering as she does. Her eyes widen in surprise when it whispers the same tune as her own abilities- Time, but something more, something Other.

A possible ally, if she plays her cards right.

"Never before have we seen someone manifest their own magic without a contract. It should be an impossibility! Bringing you to full potential could make you one of the strongest magia of all time. You could wish for nearly anything, and your potential would grant it!"

Homura jolts to awareness then and there. The boy's eyes look resigned, his shoulders slump. He's going to do it- and she doesn't quite want to deal with either a new magia or witch with her mission on the line.

"I..."

Her decision is made. She winds up her shield and freezes everything as her gun unleashes a barrage of ammo at the Incubator.

Satisfied with the gored mess of the creature, she approaches the boy with a toss of her hair to soothe her nerves.

She's not surprised his eyes follow her despite the frozen time.

So she releases her hold on it and watches as he takes a shuddering breath and Kyubey's corpse collapses between them.

"You should not be here."

Danny snorts in response. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here even if I wanted to."

#dantes vibe corner #princessfanona #danny phantom #dpxpmmm #answered #dp #my fics

[adrianasunderworld]

Okay so I'm sorry for word vomiting here but I've got this AU that I've been developing in my head for the past few weeks. I call it my Disney Crossover/House of Mouse/When I say everyone loves Yuu, I’m talking about the entire Disney animated multiverse AU.

(I’m going to be referring to Yuu as she/her because of my own pronouns)

Basically, Yuu ends up working at the House of Mouse every night for extra money because Crowley sucks. She travels through a magic mirror in Ramshackle. Everyone there loves her: the (human and animal) adults think of her as their daughter, the animals love her (she’s not a beast tamer for nothing), the kids constantly want to hang out with her and even the villains have a soft spot for her (mainly because she treats them like normal people and not as villains. She’s super kind and sweet to them even when they try to scare her). Somehow, they realise that they don’t really know who she is or how she got there or anything so they ask her about it and she’s like “it’s a long story I don’t want to explain the whole thing.”

So due to either Disney Magic™ or one of Professor Von Drake’s inventions, the entire Disney theatrical animated universe watch everything that’s happened to Yuu so far in Twisted Wonderland. So obviously this would lead to lots of questions and everything but that’s not what I want to talk about. Oh no. What I’m getting to is this:

Ship Wars.

Everyone sees how Yuu has got each and every boy at NRC wrapped around her little finger and she’s literally so dense and oblivious to how positively smitten and whipped they are for her so they play a little matchmaking. Obviously The Great Seven™ would want Yuu to get with their own Twisted versions. It was unprecedented. Normally every villain knows not to get on the bad side of the Mistress of all Evil but the second she’s like “she’s my future granddaughter, my Malleus has been courting him the day they met” WWIII breaks out.

The Heroes™ are at first like “why villains though?” before realising that the boys would rather chop off a limb before they would ever think about letting Yuu get anywhere near harm and they’re like “so for their wedding, I’m thinking…” Because what’s the biggest bragging right than having the beloved Yuu getting with someone that’s based on your story.

Listen, because I have ideas™ of villains trying to get their kid (yes, they see the boys as their kids, sue them) with Yuu and the heroes being like “Are you married? No. Move over.” Simba and Nala helping Leona with ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight 2.0’ whilst Scar and the hyenas scheme in the shadows (the hyenas love Ruggie by the way. He’s an honorary member of the cackle), Aladdin and Jasmine hardcore shipping Kalim with Yuu (Aladdin to the other princes “they rode on a magic carpet and had an elephant parade. Perfect first date material right there.”) whilst JamilYuu shippers Jafar and Iago seethe, Alice may not know much about relationships but she’s got an imagination, an older sister and sees how invested the White Rabbit, card soldiers and the Queen and King of Hearts are with RiddleYuu so she’s going to help. The Dwarves hate Vil. Snow White loves everyone. She just wants Yuu to be happy. Lovable himbo tries to get Idia and Yuu together but Meg just rolls her eyes and Hades yells at him for ruining his plans. Ariel and Eric see Azul, a mer who’s fallen in love with a human and they’re like “our time has come. Sebastian, get your voice ready.” and Ursula’s like “that might be the one good idea you two have ever had”. Maleficent has been MalleYuu Shipper No1 from the start (a title that Lilia had to give up to her after a one minute stare down). She already has a room prepared for the prefect for when she visits the Valley of Thorns. Aurora, Phillip and the three good fairies think that Malleus is a sweet boy and are rooting for him.

Of course, there will be ship wars.

And don’t get me started on the battles that the villainous henchmen/sidekicks get with each other. If I have motivation, I might write something for this AU but I have a bunch of headcanons and scenarios for it. Also, Yuu is an honorary Disney Princess. She gets to sit with them at their table and has a personal invite to visit their castles whenever she wants so that they can have some girl time together. (Mulan and Merida mainly want to teach her how to use weapons and are 100000% ready to hunt down any of the boys that try to mess with her).

Listen, I love everything about this. House of Mouse was one one my favorite cartoons as a kid so i'm all on board for this. (It is an affront that the series is not on Disney+, but at least its on Youtube.)

Mickey tapping on the glass of the Ramshackle mirror: Hey, hey kid. Wanna work at my club?

All i'm thinking of is the episode where Max has a date with Roxanne and everyone swears not to embarrass him, and then proceeds to embarrass with their well intentioned attempts to make it perfect. Like dedicated Sebastian's Kiss the girl performance and setting up a Lady and Tramp style meal for them. That, but with the NRC boy of the week.

Miss Yuu: I'm going to be bringing my friend Azul this Friday. When he heard about the club he was interested to check it out for ideas for his lounge.

The entire cast of the little mermaid:

There is not a speck of chill in that establishment. Sebastian's going to perform Kiss the Girl. Ariel and Eric get the bright idea to invite them to sit with them like a double date. Ursula and batting the other villains from interfering with a stick. It's a mess.

Rinse and repeat every other week with a different student.

Imagine Hades trying to teach Idia how to be a quick smooth talker to get Yuu to go out with him and its just failing miserably. Or Yuu just glaring at the Magic Mirror in the lobby.

Or ladies night at the House of Mouse, and all the princesses insist Yuu sit them and enjoy the show, and Minnie assures her she can take a break for a while. Then upon Clarabells suggestion in the episode, they do a bachelor auction, Only the Bachalors are Vil, Malleus, Leona and whoever else they could rope into it. Only all the princesses are bidding on their favorites and then giving the date to Yuu.

And like you said, everyone sort of adopts Yuu in their own way. But Goofy especially is going full dad mode for Yuu. Just comes to her defense at any moment like he does with Max and its very sweet.

#twisted wonderland #miss yuu #the house of mouse

[cautuscoralcoast]

"Just Me, Myself, And I......And Rabbits?"

Rayne Ames x Reader

Synopsis - You recount your life story when it was just yourself: Alone. With no friends, family, absolutely no one to lend you a shoulder. You remember the many hardships you faced as a child struggling to survive. Despite being born into a wealthy noble family, it was nothing but a house full of strangers. You only had yourself to lean on. So, imagine your surprise when you befriended the prefect of Adler, divine visionary, Rayne Ames.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tw. Mentions of child abuse

Prequel and expansion to Constant

Part of "You, Me, Rabbits, and Magical Beasts" series. Though this could be read as a standalone, you can find the others by clicking the tag with the name of the series to find all works.

There was a time you wished you had everything there was to own in the world.

You wanted a family: Two loving parents and possibly two other siblings. You wanted friends: Two or more would have been enough for you. You wanted a house: One where wouldn't be forced to leave, and one that you could call a house. You wanted to wear pretty clothes: Cloth softer than old worn rags. You wanted a room: One that you could have to yourself at any given time. You wanted a bed: As fluffy as a cloud and warm like a mother's embrace. You wanted toys: Dolls to play house with and toy blocks to build the house. You wanted a childhood: Not one that had to be cut short when you forced to confront the cruel reality of the world.

You were born as a single liner. Nothing special: Nothing remarkable. With just one line, you were the same as almost everyone else in the world. In a society built upon magic skill and capabilities, you were just an average child.

However, because the world was built upon such a hierarchy, you drew the short end of the stick. Born into a noble family known for birthing two‐liners, you were burdened with the injustice and societal pressures from the start. Eyes were constantly pointing knives at you; Staring, as if you were an insect, a pest, a small little piece of grime, that's how they looked at you.

You were born into a house of strangers.

Where love was supposed to reside, there was never any left for you. Where you were supposed to sleep in a nice warm bed was just a blanket on the floor. At an age where you should be playing with toys, you had crumbling wood and sticks. That family shared no love with you; There was no love to be shown to a stranger in their home.

You once wished you could dine with the noble family in the dining room. However, strangers weren't allowed to eat at the table.

You once wished you could be part of the family: Someone they could call their own. However, strangers could never be family.

You once wished for this or that; That was all it was, wishes. You had once wished for an ideal life and perfect family. However, it was difficult to keep that wishful thinking when you saw them extend their kindness to other strangers. They wanted to show their love, just not to you.

You were five when you grew up and saw the real world. You saw how hypocritical that family was: How wretched and disgusting they were. They weren't the only ones; There were plenty of others who saw them mistreat you and never did so much as lift a finger to bring you comfort. It was an awful realization for a child to face. The fact that there were awful people in the world was mind shattering enough — but to learn that they could be related to you by blood? That was something.

You were seven when you ran away from home. That house wasn't nice or kind to little children like yourself. You knew you would perish if you stayed there much longer. You saw how their eyes lingered on you with malice and evil. Despite that, you knew that there was even more malice and evil outside beyond that house. This world was not kind to little children like yourself.

You were just a child, and yet, you held the determination to survive and live a life better than what that family could offer. You didn't know what you wanted quite yet; All you knew was that you didn't want to live in a world that was mean to little children like yourself. You were just a child, a single liner, small, and malnourished — And yet, you held ambition so great it bested even the most ambitious gods.

You were eight when you were taken by an old couple: Zoologists. They found you scavenging for food. They wanted to ignore you — simply just another orphan in the city. Despite how much pity they held for you, it wasn't something too uncommon. You were just another victim to this social hierarchy.

"You're going to die if you go over there."

The old couple were startled to hear you talk. In disbelief that a child as young as you could say something like that. They were even more confused by the words that came out of your mouth; They were going to die?

The old man walked towards you and kneeled down to the best of his ability. Wanting to cry at the sight of your thin form, the old man held his composure and asked, "What do you mean?"

With a monotone expression and tone, you pointed to a nearby street storm drain. Without breaking eye contact with the old man, you said, "The rats told me. They said not to go there 'cause a big scary monster is going there right now through the sewers. They said I would die if I go there."

The old man was stunned by the words of the young child and struggled to get up. The old woman came up to you and held your shoulders. Right when she was about to ask you about something, screams could be heard coming from the direction the couple intended to go to.

Five people would perish that day. A rogue monster made its way into the sewage system of the city and managed to wreck havoc in the local area. Luckily, there were very few people there at the time — keeping casualties low.

The old couple — Mrs. And Mr. Whitechapel — decided to adopt you. With the ability to communicate with prey and hunted animals, it was the perfect skill to use as a zoologist. They gave you a room, bought you dolls, sewed clothes made specifically for you, and gave you a bed.

Mrs. and Mr. Whitechapel almost cried when you asked if it was alright to eat at the dinner table.

"I'm a stranger. Strangers aren't allowed to eat with families."

Mrs. Whitechapel held your hands as she pushed you onto the raised seat. "As long as you're in this home, you will always have a place at this table."

You were twelve when you called it your home. This was your home, and nothing would change that. That old couple, they were your family, and you wouldn't wish for anything else. That room, bed, and toys, they were yours and only yours.

You smiled when you three took the first of many family photos.

The old couple taught you everything there was to know about zoology. You studied sciences not taught in schools and things that would never be known to the populace. There were no monsters, just animals and species. No matter how monstrous something was, it had a place in the ecosystem and therefore was an animal with its own niche; With your ability, you understood this well.

You were fourteen when the old couple asked if you would like to go to Easton Magic Academy.

"Why would I? You two don't use magic when doing research."

Mr. Whitechapel across from you and just sighed.

"That's because we're old; We can no longer go actively work out on the field where we work up close with magical beasts and animals alike. We can't teach you how to get research by yourself without doing it directly — the teachers at the academy can."

Mrs. Whitechapel gave you a gentle smile before speaking, "Besides, you'll get a chance to meet others your age. You won't have to sit around here with old wrinkly us any longer."

"I suppose......"

"Maybe you'll have a lover by the time you come back to us—"

"You can only dream, old hag!"

You were sixteen when you began to attend Easton Magic Academy.

Despite the wishes from the Whitechapels, you were unable to make friends. Your distant and quiet personality made it difficult for you to befriend others. You were uncomfortable by constant attention and talking. You were introverted and not as charismatic others. Not even your own roommate wanted to be friends with you. Even at the sociable Adler dorms, there was no one who wanted to befriend you.

You realized early on that it would be unlikely that you make friends for the next three to four years.

It was during this year that you noticed your peer, Rayne Ames. Quiet, emotionless, stoic, rude, brash, Rayne Ames.

Someone like him, born a double-liner and strong enough to dominate your seniors, it wasn't any surprise to see him gain popularity.

All of the girls wanted him. They fawned over his looks and bad boy persona. The girls in your classed absolutely were smitten over his cold-hearted nature.

"I want him to carry me!"

"I want him to whisper in my ear!"

"I want him to step on me!"

"What?"

"What?"

"Why are you looking at me like that? You know I'm right!"

And all the boys wanted to best him. Insecure and jealous of Rayne, there were often disputes between him and some of the other boys — especially when they heard he was collecting coins with the intention of becoming Divine Visionary.

However, it was none of that that caught your attention.

It was more of the fact that you shared a little less than half your classes with him. It's difficult not to notice him when you two nearly go the same direction for each period.

Rayne Ames was just a nuisance to you at first.

He brought trouble with him everywhere in the first year. Upcoming Divine Visionary and being close to it, he was constantly being challenged. Plus, the fact you shared quite a few classes with him, this often burdened you.

It was in your second year at Easton Magic Academy that you noticed how similar you two were.

Despite not being popular or with friends, you often tutored your classmates with assignments and held small talk. You knew how to socialize well enough to talk to others — just not enough that people enjoy talking to you.

Whereas with Rayne, he had a difficult time understanding others. You noticed how sarcasm went over his head and sometimes took things too seriously. You saw how he couldn't recognize facial expressions that well, either. Rayne was socially awkward.

You couldn't help but relate just a bit with him.

Despite his infamy and popularity, he was quite isolated: Just like you.

Unlike you, Rayne had his roommate who enjoyed his company. He had someone: You had no one.

It was in your third year at Easton Magic Academy that you finally spoke to Rayne Ames after years of watching him from afar.

You shared quite a good share of classes with Ames in your previous years; However, this was the first time you shared all your classes with him.

This was also the first zoology class he ever took.

"You want to hold it?"

Those were the first words you said to him.

"Yes."

This was the first word he ever said to you.

By this point, Rayne Ames was something untouchable. He was a Divine Visionary, the prefect of Adler — He is the Rayne Ames: And you were you.

You weren't as extraordinary as him, nor were you anything special. Despite all that, you decided to take a chance.

It was magical beasts and bunnies that brought you two together.

It was your stories that stuck you two together.

You learned that day about how obsessed Rayne was with bunnies — especially the small pink ones. You made him out to be this terrifying, merciless guy — but it was difficult not to laugh when he stopped mid conversation to chase after a rabbit.

You two weren't quite friends at this point in your story together. All you knew about Rayne was that he was the Rayne Ames and obsessed over rabbits: All Rayne knew about was that you could talk to rabbits. Despite that, you do recount the moment you two really, truly, became friends.

You were helping Rayne feed his countless rabbits. As you sat down to hold one of them, you felt something soft thrown on top of you.

"I got you this blanket as a thanks for helping me....a lot."

You pulled on the edge to see the blanket, and you weren't surprised to see rabbits all over it. You wrapped the blanket around yourself and smiled at him. "Thank you for the blanket!"

Rayne just stared at you before sitting down next to you. Soon being swarmed by rabbits, you two sat in a peaceful silence.

Silence was something that filled the air rather than conversation. You weren't used to talking, and Rayne just didn't feel like talking. Never was it awkward nor was uncomfortable — it was warm.

"Rayne?"

"Hmm?"

"You'd say we're friends?" You asked with hesitation. You never had a friend to know what friendship looks and feels like. Rayne was also difficult to read with his stoic expression. You didn't know if he thought of you as a friend or if you were just some stranger he was being kind to.

"Yes."

You just laid down on the floor as rabbits swarmed up close.

"Neat."

You didn't know what else to say. You were so happy you didn't know how to react. You felt yourself grow flustered and covered your face with the blanket.

It once just you and you alone; With no one else to bring you comfort and happiness, it was a lonely life.

You once wished for parents, and you got that. You once wished for a home, a bed, toys, and clothes, and you got that. You once wished for a friend or two, and you finally got one.

Just what more could you wish for?

Thank you for reading!

#mashle x reader #mashle #rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #reader centered #you me rabbits and magical beasts

[bestanimatedmovie]

Tumblr's favorite animated movie, Round 1!

Classification round | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4

Round 1:

Results overview

A Monster in Paris vs Sailor Moon R: The Movie

A Silent Voice vs Shaun the Sheep Movie

A Troll in Central Park vs Rugrats in Paris: The Movie

Asterix: The Mansions of the Gods vs Lu Over the Wall

Astro Boy vs Ferdinand

Azur and Asmar: The Princes' Quest vs Puella Magi Madoka Magica the Movie Part III: Rebellion

Barbie & the Diamond Castle vs The Great Mouse Detective

Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus vs My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper vs Revolutionary Girl Utena: The Adolescence of Utena

Barbie Princess Charm School vs Turning Red

Batman and Mr. Freeze: SubZero vs Robots

Batman Ninja vs Barbie Fairy Secret

Belle vs 101 Dalmatians

Birdboy: The Forgotten Children vs The Princess and the Goblin

Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie vs All Dogs go to Heaven

Chicken Run vs Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time vs Green Snake

Despicable me vs Wreck-it-Ralph

Fantastic Mr Fox vs Wendell & Wild

Fantastic Planet vs Anomalisa

Gnomeo & Juliet vs Ernest & Celestine

Home on the Range vs A Goofy Movie

Hoodwinked! vs Lupin the Third: The Castle of Cagliostro

Ice Age vs WALL-E

In This Corner of the World vs We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story

Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem vs The Tale of John and Marie

Isle of Dogs vs Weathering with You

James and the Giant Peach vs Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Klaus vs Summer Wars

Kubo and the Two Strings vs Bambi

Liz and the Blue Bird vs Tekkonkinkreet

Madagascar vs Encanto 

Mary and Max vs The Sea Beast

Monsters vs Aliens vs Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks vs Night Is Short, Walk on Girl

Night on the Galactic Railroad vs Metropolis

One Piece: Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island vs Star☆Twinkle Precure the Movie: Wish Upon a Song of Stars

Paprika vs The Secret of Kells

ParaNorman vs Suzume

Penguins of Madagascar vs The Sword in the Stone

Persepolis vs The Garden of Words

Phineas and Ferb: The Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension vs Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus

Planet Hulk vs Zombillenium

Pocahontas vs The Tale of the Princess Kaguya

Pokémon Heroes vs Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

Porco Rosso vs Meet the Robinsons

Quest for Camelot vs Digimon Adventure: Our War Game

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas vs The Nightmare Before Christmas

Spookley the Square Pumpkin vs Kirikou and the Sorceress

Tales of the Night vs Stormy Night

Tehran Taboo vs Emesis Blue

The Adventures of Tintin vs Bee Movie

The Book of Life vs The Aristocats

The Boy and the Beast vs Waltz with Bashir

The Brave Little Toaster vs Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker

The Breadwinner vs Millennium Actress

The Congress vs The Legend of Hei

The Fabulous Baron Munchausen vs Ringing Bell

The Jungle Book vs Wolf Children

The LEGO Batman Movie vs Kung Fu Panda 2

The Lego Ninjago Movie vs Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses

The Lion King II: Simba's Pride vs Watership Down

The Little Prince vs Loving Vincent

The Pagemaster vs Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade

The Phantom Tollbooth vs The Sorcerer's Apprentice

The Secret World of Arrietty vs 9

The Thief and the Cobbler vs Felidae

The Wind Rises vs Brother Bear

Tokyo Godfathers vs 5 Centimeters per Second

Trolls World Tour vs Promare

Unicorn Wars vs Batman: Gotham by Gaslight

Whisper of the Heart vs Batman: Under the Red Hood

#round 1 #long post #best animated movie #animated #animation #not a poll #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

[onthecrescentofthehill]

Save The Phenomenon - Dungeon Meshi Fanmix

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General mix, focused on the latter half of the series, but no outright spoilers.

tracklist and lyric selections ⬇️

1: A Carrot Is As Close As A Rabbit Gets To A Diamond - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band (Instrumental)

2: Ten Legs - Moondog

3: Save the Phenomenon - Fievel Is Glaque

Give me what's better wrong Save the phenomenon As steam stays under the lid

4: Mole in the Ground - Karen Dalton

5: Camel Swallowed Whole - JEFF The Brotherhood

Wine and milk and sweet honey too War beyond Earth and truth beyond You Silver daggers, auctioned treasures Unwise promises, unwise pleasures

6: How Will I Find You? - Jeff Tweedy

7: Weird Sisters - Sparklehorse

A big wind spitting female, rain and teeth The dark wolves fell upon me, wools and fleece

Chimera Falin vibes...idk...

8: The Lamb Ran Away with the Crown - Judee Sill

Though the beast within me's a liar He made me glow with a strange desire

9: Undertaker - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

10: Hideous Towns - The Sundays

Don't ask me why, don't ask me why I joined the army, but it drove me barmy And it didn't help

Track for Laios...

11: Who Could Win A Rabbit - Animal Collective

Where's the time required for your health? Been hating on my new perspective Been hurrying along, no meal is ever done

12: Shapeshifter - Richard Dawson

13: I'm Going Out Of My Way - Stereolab

Get all those ghosts out of my sight, they devour all of my might

14: About to Die - Dirty Projectors

You reach out and into the absence and gasping The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace

15: Subject To the Ladder - Broadcast

Ruled as a juvenile, aged as an infantile Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder Ruined by affection, excepted by exception

Thistle song :^(

16: Hold Together ( Let Go If You Will ) - Diane Cluck

Continents shift so wide They drift until they crash on this world's other side

General post-canon but I like it as a Kabru song.

17: Better Than Worse - Owen Pallett

Better than worse Is free from the curse And when I came to It'd all been reversed

Another Kabru track :^)

18: Caged Dogs Run Wild - Milk Music (Instrumental)

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #fanmix #i put a lot of work into this had a lot of fun hope u like it #laios touden #falin touden #thistle dungeon meshi #kabru #tagging these characters bc they have some specific tracks but that's up to your interpretation lol.....

[greatkittydream]

@howlingday tell me if you like this

Ruby pov: It's alright, jaune. I will help you unlock your magic abilities. As she said this, her tale beat behind her a mile a minute

After the MEE scoring test, the bullying got worse against him Everyone from the weakest skeleton The strongest skeleton seemed to have it out for him Which kind of makes sense after all humans and vampires are The only ones that get along with each other. All the other monsters were hunted before the age of enlightened.

Jaune: Thanks, Ruby i-.

???: Owww. turning her head over. She saw the most pathetic bully in the school messing with a wear rabbit. Carter winchester His family comes from that of gargoyles pretended to be humans in the enlightenment era. And even before that. Well, it isn't my Is problem. He's not messing with my underling in my pack, so it should be fine.

Ruby: So any way ja-... Where'd he go.

Spinning her head at almost broke. She saw jonah somehow in front of this conflict before she had time to even recognize.

Jaune: Hey there's no need for violence.

Turning her head So quick, many would have thought she broke it she had no idea how he managed to get in front of Carter that quick or get past her without her noticing.

Carter: Human trash doesn't get to decide who is strong and not. And with a spurring backhand, he managed to hit. Jaune square on the nose, breaking it.

Dame it, now she had to get involved getting ready to transform. She was about to tear this boys head of when jaune mana Released, it's not uncommon for people untrained to release other Mana. One damaged as a deterrence but what came out of him was.

An oppressive presence it was a dark miasthma for those That can see manna this was not what you would normally see it's typically clear In light, his was nothing but a black Miasthma, that felt as if it was death itself. Trying to grab you, it was Viscus, too. It was touchable if you were to walk through it. It would be as if you were swimming through water in the air. It is in the worst part of all. It reached from corner to corner of the lunch room. Everyone that felt it had every instinctual part of their brains. Screaming to run worst of all for the ware beasts everything in their brain Said run. run As far as you can as fast as you can if you want to live. Ruby herself was shaking hers was a bit different. It was more like submit to the new leader of their group. She wanted nothing more than get on her knees and beg to live.

Standing up and looking carter in The eyes carter full will expected to die any moment

Jaune: I'm sorry for any trouble. She may have caused you. But we don't have to resort to violence. As he said these words, the mana immediately went back into him, behaving as if it was sentient, the atmosphere immediately got lighter.

Carter: y-ya, well, I was getting bored anyway. Let's go. And with that, his group of goons left with that trying to save face.

Walking back over, jaune sat back down at the lunch table With ruby Lucky for him none of his teammates nor ruby were there.

Jaune: That was so scary. I thought I was going to die for a moment. Thank god he could be talked out of it.

Ruby: ya Hey remind me never to make you mad again.

Tell me if this is bad or not new to writing Also I think ruby when in werewolf form will think and talk like this ruby: bitch he's mine Also I think in this ruby should be a bit more obsessive and territorial about things She likes for example her friends And yang could be a bit more greedy cause you know dragons hord.

#jaune arc #monster school au

[snowolf-69]

Who is that Ringmaster Rabbit antagonist? Can you tell me a bit more about him? He looks super interesting to me

I can tell you a lot lmao ( Long post 💀 )

Ringmaster is of course the main antagonist of the story ( I guess it’s more of an AU but shhh ). He’s not actively malicious but his actions does lead to horrible outcomes because he doesn’t have a proper concept of morality or ethics lol

Funnily enough he’s actually not a whole character but he’s actually only one half of a character

Ringmaster and Melody are both one side of an old character, Ringmaster is the more silly and entertaining side of the character who’s more concerned about entertaining the “ audience “ and Melody is the more human side of the character who inherited his doubts and all his negative feelings about certain things. The character ( I just call them toons lol ) used a machine that separated him into two more surface level versions of himself.

Ringmaster doesn’t think highly of melody but does listen to her on occasion if he thinks that what she says will mean more fun for him or what he perceives as the audience watching him everywhere he goes.

Ringmaster doesn’t like acknowledging his original past self that he and melody were before so he tries to hide all evidence that he is only one piece of a character. At first he was satisfied with hiding the origin of his existence until he started to think what if there are other toons out there who can also have a piece of them that can be taken out, He started to call those like him “ Hollows “ for lacking any life in their eyes.

Ringmaster has this sort of magical aura about him, the fact that he and melody can’t age but ringmaster holds powers that lets him do almost whatever he wanted but he solely used for entertainment, until he met Ace.

Ringmaster had been searching for toons with “ Hollows “ inside them, unfinished and hidden versions of the toons on the surface that with just enough work and force can be manifested to reality. He happened to encounter Ace when the Loonatics were doing their usual business in Acmetropolis when he sensed a Hollow inside of Ace, he was excited.

He wanted Ace to make a deal with him so ringmaster can see the hollow but Ace wasn’t too keen on making a deal with a stranger who seems almost desperate for this deal ( also he didn’t know what ringmaster was talking about when he said Hollow lol ) , this didn’t deter Ringmaster from wanting to see the hollow.

Ringmaster snuck into the tower the Loonatics have base in at night and attempted to teleport only himself and ace to the secret small world that ringmaster created but he unknowingly took in the rest of the Loonatics as well but they ended up at a different location in the world than where he and ace ended up.

Ringmaster used a modern version of the machine his original self used way back then as technology progressed rapidly. He suggested a more violent form of separation but melody, concerned for Ace’s wellbeing suggested using the old method with better technology under the reason of “ keeping it family friendly for the audience “. Since Ringmaster is convinced there’s always an audience watching, he agreed but does think that the old method will maybe only take out one hollow instead of separating ace entirely into two ( he was right )

This is actually how Buzz manifested into existence, he doesn’t look like his original self in the concept material one to one. He’s taller, lost his buck teeth and way more aggressive than his original self or Ace. Ringmaster was fascinated with this result so he decided to keep close tabs on the two, even after buzz took ace and left the building the machine was in.

Ringmaster has tried to do the experiment again on several toons which mostly result in failed experiments that look nothing like the concept or the original finished version. Sometimes he releases these aggressive beasts which causes trouble among those who haven’t been experimented on. He decided to bring in more toons to populate the small world that’s in eternal winter which is how more toons other than the Loonatics got in. There’s no way out of the world however unless the others find out how to deal with Ringmaster

The original toon didn’t like bugs so Ringmaster gained that aspect of his and melody’s old self, the two aren’t really aware of why they dislike bugs but they do.

Ringmaster is a man of entertainment but he’s not morally good at all lol

Also also funnily enough because of the original character’s original species, Ringmaster and Melody can count as Hare’s

#snow ramblings