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Original art by sweepswoop_ on twt ^^

Plus a doodle where BH is nice to flug :3

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NO PLEASE I LOVE READING CUPHEAD HCS PLEASE PLEASE I HAVE SOME BRO SHARING IS CARING NEOW BROO PLEASEEEE😭

OH GOD I'M SCARED OKAT I'LL JUST LIST OFF THE ONES AT HBE TOP OF MY HEAD

•his conscience is based kinda like a boat tower thing where there's this big ass building that has a light that changes colour based on his emotions and when he goes into a black out it shines red really bright and there's like black and yellow accents

•most of the beings in his conscience/conscious idk are different vers of him and there's one of him that's a whole ass wendigo

•really likes cats, cats r his fave animal omg

• will wood, MSI and maybe mitski coded idk

•cuddle bug, if he falls asleep in yo arms you r NOT moving🙏

•lowkey bi, screw the wiki he's def kissed some men

•can cook, but can only cook what kettle has taught him, couldn't make a simple fried egg but could cook a while 5* steak and mash no problem and could make the best cakes ever (credits to baroness von bon bon she def taught him💪)

•has probably been fed human before by blackhat and flug

•used to be besties w dementia

•mamas boy🙏

•is the one out of him and mugs that can actually save money somehow even though he's the one who has a gambling addiction

•remember the fight w him and bendy where bends bit his arm? Yeah, that arm is completely numb, occasionally nibbles on it like a stress toy

•would cry if someone gave him a cat on his birthday, especially if it was old asf or disabled in some way, would care for it like his own child

•no idea what happened between him and meg but would also cry if he had to face her again (she would humiliate his ass like the queen she is🎀)

•has had the most questionable convos w Jeremy Fairfax ever

•lowkey would be a small spoon when he's sad

•has really nice nails and actually natural eyeliner, like he looks like he's wearing eyeliner but he isn't he just built that way

•man boobs, had a breast reduction during his heart surgery non-consentually😭

•walks like a model (natural catwalk or whatever but not as dramatic)

•i honestly feel like demitasse wouldn't accept him as her son because of his demon blood :(

•one of his eyes has a yellow spot near his pupil and the other has a pink spot near the edge of his iris (I'm not sure if it's heterochromia or central heterochromia)

•cried so hard he had a panic attack when he woke up after nearly dying during the experiment when he was like 13 and mugs was scared for him :((((

•his pupils expand like a cat when he sees someone he loves or when he eats sugary stuff (cat coded💪💪)

•his nails r claw like, meow ig

•goes limp when ppl touch his hair, like that shit hits different he will melt that's why he hates it when ppl touch his hair

•knows like one dance meg taught him, and just so happens he only knows the woman's role so it's basically useless to him

•Quadratus once told him to look at the stars to guide him (when he had just lost to the devil and was about to leave inkwell isles) and if the stars failed him to turn to the oceans waters and call to quadratus for help (I like to think quadratus can just spawn in any water source but only if u use a certain rune that cup knows)

•lowkey really likes learning about cannibalism and crazy shit like that

•along with wood lillies, some of his fave flowers r black dahlias, roses, lily of the valley, spider lilies, and others🙏🙏

Let me know is there is anymore type of headacmons u wanna know about I have angst, NSFW and probably a lot more idk🙏🙏 holy shit I need to learn how to spell and type slowly😭

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I have a bunch more ramblings, (and if I ever turn the cai as a whole into a whole fic I’ll be sure to tag you!) but the lowdown of it is basically:

If you ask me, I think the ending of episode 6 was…pretty sad, actually. We don’t see the aftermath of how Flug handles the heartbreak, but the assistant would get a front row seat. He still reflects fondly on their past memories before everything went downhill, and the poor assistant is still trying to pick up his slack bc he’s so fucking scattered and messy now- all while still being very much in love with him. They’re like her polar opposite though, and just figure they’re not his type. They will nod along and listen to him rant (if they hear how silky smooth her hair is when their own is a mess, or how she just lit up a room when they’re far more reserved ONE MORE TIME-)

But they still try to help him out where they can, often working double time so BH doesn’t get pissed, until some 3rd party clues him in (either 505 or Dem) that hey; they’re gonna run themselves into the ground for you. Sorry about your ex and all, but just thought you should know you’re supposed to be a team damn it.

Somebody cares about him! Holy shit!!! How did he not see it? They even picked him up from the prison visit to get takeout and watch the new top gun together knowing damn well he’d talk through the whole thing. They didn’t do that out of pity or obligation, they did it out of love! All the little gestures are coming back to him. “I memorized your coffee order” here, “I taped that show you like so you don’t have to miss it” there-

And over time he starts to open his heart again and move on 😭 good ending! But yeah I thought the idea of healing being nonlinear was an interesting motif to explore, especially when the assistant sees it in real time everyday at work. They’re not helping him out in hopes that they can be next in line to date him, they’re doing it selflessly because romantic or not, they still care about him! And maybe that day comes when he realizes he feels the same, and seeks them out first ❤️‍🩹

GRRRR GRRRR *RIPS THIS APART WITH MY TEETH VIOLENTLY* THATS THE GOOD STUFF

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(Here's another screenshot edit I commissioned from @paimaniagalaxia. This is from 'The VVV' episode. Right now, that one is my favorite because we get to see a lot of Black Hat. As you can see, there are stark differences in Esther and Black Hat's facial expressions. Even though she loves her Uncle, she doesn't always condone his actions. For example, making Flug fight Mascara Macabra while he was controlling Dementia. Here's how I think this scene would play out with Esther.)

Dementia straightened up as the mask finally took full control of her. "Yes, yes." She said as she turned back around. Her voice was synthesized and sounded like both her voice and a mans were talking at the same time. "This host is so much stronger. Esto es increíble! This girl is a real monster." She flexed and felt her biceps. She glared up at the screen with a big grin on her face. "Well, Charrito? How many more do I break for you to come down?"

Black Hat merely cocked his eyebrows at her and Esther looked up at him. Everyone else in the arena turned to Flug, who now had a spotlight shining on him. The scientist made some terrified noises as he realized that he was going to have to go up against Dementia. Everyone started laughing.

Dementia briefly look of disbelief on her face. "What? You're kidding me? That lunch bag?" She started laughing as well.

Black Hat threw down his glass of 'wine' and laughed as well. Esther had a look of fear and worry on her face. They couldn't really expect Flug to fight her, right? When she felt her Uncle wrap his free hand around her to hold her in place she knew he ment it. She leaned against her Uncles chest and tried to find some form of comfort in his heaving form.

Black Hat spoke when he was done laughing. "Doctor, be a lad and bring her back."

He gave his boss a nervous look. "Uh, sir. Wouldn't it be easier to put a job posting online instead?"

Black Hat gently nudged Esther off of his lap and she moved to stand beside his throne. He literally phased through the screens with a terrifying look on his face. He glared at Flug and drooled a bit. "OBEY!"

Flug was transformed into a luchador uniform. A purple mask with red accents around the eyes appeared on his paper bag. He now sported a purple tank top with red accents on the straps. A sandwich picture was plastered right in the middle of the tank top. A white elbow-length fingerless glove covered his left arm. Instead of a glove on his right arm, there was a gold-colored wrist cuff. His shorts were also purple with red on the bottom. His shoes were red as well and he hand on white knee braces.

"Sorry, sir." Stammered Flug. "Just getting rattling, sir."

He made his way to the wrestling ring. "Of course, it had to be me." He fumed to himself. "I don't get paid enough to clean up after this lizard brain mess everytime-" He cut himself off when he tried to climb into the ring and briefly got tangled in the rubber wires.

Dementia laughed when he fell flat on his face. "I’ve had tacos with more spice than-"

Flug stood up and brushed himself off. "Shut up, you uncreative parasite!"

"Let's find out if your whole body fits inside that little bag!" She then charged at him on all fours.

Flug flinched. "That must be a metaphor, right?"

The announcer popped in behind him. "No. No, it's not."

He gained a hard look on his face. "Is that so?" He struck a pose. "Hat bots, attack!"

Two huge hat bots landed in the ring. One had on a leopard print luchador uniform and the other had on a green and pink one.

"What a twist, ladies and gentlemen!" Exclaimed the announcer. "Will El Alebrije be able to defeat that pair of mechanical grills?" Flug turned to leave but was stopped when the announcer spoke again. "Aaaand, they're junk."

The scientist turned back around in disbelief. "But, how?"

Dementia laughed on top of the now ruined robots, their heads in her hands. "You're next, bolsa!" She literally ran her tongue over her sharp teeth.

Esther glanced at her Uncle and noticed he was completely engrossed in the fight. She quietly took a few steps back and teleported herself next to the ring. Summoning a small glass platform, she hopped on it and peeked into the ring. She looked just in time to see Flug starting to panic. He turned to the crowd and quickly found 505. "Quickly, 505! Hand me the Tranquilizator!"

The bear turned to him and shrugged. It looked like Flug was trying to not lose it. "What do you mean you don't have it?! I thought we brought it!"

He turned around to see Dementia wrap her hair around him and toss him across the ring. When he sat up she was looming over him.

"What's wrong, chico holgado? Are you scared?" She said mockingly.

Esther couldn't take it anymore. She climbed into the ring and ran straight for Dementia.

"Dementia," Said Flug. "stop this at once."

She wagged a finger at him. “There is no more Dementia. Just Mascara MacabraAAAAHHH!”

She yelled when Esther pulled on her long hair. Flug jumped and his sights immediately went to the small preteen. “Esther?!”

“Esther!” Thundered Black Hat. Fear could be heard seeping into his words. “What do you think you are doing, young lady?!”

“Saving Dementia!” She answered.

Dementia yanked her hair out of her hands and turned to her. “Kid, get out of here. I don't fight children. They’re too easy to beat.”

Esther glared at her and kicked her in the shin. The older woman merely grunted. “Let Dementia go right now!” She made an attempt to punch her, but the older woman grabbed her by the back of the shirt. When she was lifted at eye level with her she took the opportunity to kick her in the chin. “I said let her go, right now!”

Dementia rubbed her chin as Esther tried to reach for the mask. “Okay. I’ll make an exception for you.”

The small preteen was about to say something, but Dementia threw her out of the ring before she could even make a sound. Before she hit the ground black shadows swallowed her and she was dropped onto someones lap. She looked up to see her Uncle.

“That was idiotic and dangerous, young lady.” He scolded as he wrapped his arms around her. “Let the adults handle this. You’re much too young to be getting directly involved with advanced villains like Mascara Macabra.”

Esther sighed as guilt gripped her. “I know. I just wanted to help. I’m afraid for Dr. Flug and Dementia.”

Black Hat briefly petted her head. “I know, baby.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not this time. I’m not going to punish you for trying to help someone. But, I except you to stay with me until this is over. Understand? You gave me quite the scare”

“Yes, sir and I’m sorry”

“Good.” He shifted so she would be more comfortable and kissed her on the head. “It’s okay. Now, let’s see how Flug handles this, shall we?”

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The Cat Prince / Der Katzenprinz

So... hearing Caleb’s charming little Zemnian kitty fairytale, I couldn’t help wanting to translate it back to its “original” Zemnian.

Both the transcript and the translation (minus the stream’s interjections) are under the cut. If you have any suggestions on how to improve it (German is my native language, but there are bound to be some mistakes and rough spots in there!), feel free to poke away!

Story and translation under the cut:

The Cat Prince

Once upon a time in a little house on the edge of a great wide wood lived a young boy with his mother. The poor boy was sick, and spent much of his days in bed, watching the days pass by from a little window in his room. The boy's mother loved him very much, but as it was just the two of them, and the boy was ill of health and frail of form, every day she had to make the journey to town where she worked in the kitchens of the local lord. While she was gone, the boy would mind the house, read one of their precious few books, and observed the bees and the trees and the birds in their flight, as he spent the greater part of his time resting in bed.

The boy knew that his mother loved him, and that her time away was all for his sake, and he was grateful to her and loved her in return, but it was a lonely life, spending his days rereading some of the same books or talking to the air in their little home on the wood's edge.

One day, as the boy sat in bed, looking out at the fields that lay between his home and the woods, he noticed a cat making its way out of the forest. It was not long before the boy realized this cat clearly making its way toward his home was no ordinary cat, for upon his head he wore a little top hat. And if that were not strange enough on its own, as the cat pattered up beneath the boy's window, he stood, doffed his cap, took a bow and said, "Greetings, young master! You look as if you could use a bit of dancing!"

The boy, stunned by these words from the dapper little cat, could scarcely find his voice. "Oh no, sir," said the boy, "I don't know how to dance, nor am I made for it."

"Nonsense," said the cat. "Why, anyone can dance if only they look to. Come out of doors and let me show you." And as he spoke, the cat donned his hat, and began to turn in circles and to dance. The boy was curious, but said, "Good sir cat, I'm afraid I am ill. My lungs are too weak and my bones are too frail."

"Oh, maybe they are and maybe they aren't," the cat replied. "But either way, you do not want to languish one more day in bed, watching the world go by, do you? Come, take a walk with me through the fields, and I will show you how to dance."

Overcoming his doubts, the boy managed to climb down from his window and walk a few steps closer. This was no ordinary cat and no ordinary day, and though he felt unsure, his heart did leap a little, and he began to follow the marvellous little cat through the grass, slowly at first, but with more vigour as they crossed the fields. And eventually he found himself stepping under the shade of the woods for the first time in a great many years.

All the while the cat frolicked and capered as they wound their way deeper into the wood, and eventually the boy found himself stepping into a ring of trees. The cat, whirling about, his hat in hand, the furry little dancer twirled around the boy laughing and calling while the boy watched, his mouth agape. And then quick as a flash, the cat brought his tophat down right atop the boy's head, who was very suddenly plunged into darkness.

But only a moment, because all about him, shining in the dark, he saw the glow of hundreds of eyes - feline eyes, glimmering in the dark. Suddenly, about him, lanterns flared to light, and the boy saw he was no longer in a wood at all. Here, he saw a grand ballroom, festively decorated and filled to the brim with cats. Big cats, small ones, old cats, young ones, cats of every breed and colour, and in the center of the great hall upon a stage stood the boy's feline guide, only now he was dressed in very fine robes and upon his head sat a thin golden crown of wrought, golden leaves.

The boy stood in wonder and amazement as the great host of cats bowed to their prince, and then in turn bowed to him. "The world of men is heavy and hard," the princely cat proclaimed. "But here across the veil we move with lighter step. Dance with us, child, and forget your troubles for a spell."

All at once, scores of cats closed in around the boy, purring and turning about his legs as thick as the sea, and as they moved, so too did the boy's feet. He swirled amongst them like a cork on the water, and before he knew it, the boy was dancing. Dancing, and dancing, as he never imagined he could, and his breath, to his surprise, was hearty and hale. He found he no longer felt ill in the least.

Hours passed, and he and all the cats danced without end, and the prince of cats more than all of them. After a long while, the boy suddenly remembered his mother, and immediately feared she would worry. He stopped in the middle of the great hall and called out to the prince of cats, "Forgive me, sir cat, but I can no longer stay! My mother will worry! I have to return!"

All the cats parted before him, and the prince approached the boy. "Are you sure, boy? You could stay and dance for us for as long as you wish, forever and ever and ever."

"I cannot," the boy replied. "My mother has only me, and I would not leave her alone. Forgive me."

The prince of cats looked on the boy with a sympathetic eye. "Not at all, young one. Fear not a wit. You do your mother credit."

And with that the prince of cats stepped closer. "And do not look so crestfallen. Take our cats' grace with you. You can always dance if the will is there." And from behind his back he brought out his tophat again, and pulled it over the boy's eyes, and once again, all was dark.

Sometime later, the boy stirred, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked about and found he had been asleep in the wood, and the sun now dappled his face through the trees. Next, he noticed a threadbare, patched tophat lying in the soft grass beside him. He gingerly picked it up and stood within the same circle of trees. As he did so, he took a deep breath and smelled the earth and the forest, and as he did, he realized his breath was strong, and his legs hardy.

"Danke," he said, as he looked down at the hat in his hands, and placing it upon his head, he smiled, kicked up his heels, and quietly started to dance his way all the way back home.

The End

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Der Katzenprinz

Es war einmal in einem kleinen Haus an einem großen, weiten Wald ein Junge mit seiner Mutter. Der arme Junge war krank und verbrachte viele seiner Tage in seinem Bett, und sah die Tage an dem kleinen Fenster seines Zimmers vorbeiziehen. Die Mutter des Jungen liebte ihn sehr, aber da sie nur einander hatten und der Junge kränklich und zerbrechlich war, musste sie sich jeden Tag in die Stadt aufmachen, wo sie in den Küchen des Lehnsherren arbeitete. Während sie weg war, hütete der Junge das Haus, las eines ihrer wenigen, teuren Bücher, und er beobachtete die Bienen und die Bäume und die Vögel in ihrem Flug, als er die meiste Zeit in seinem Bett ruhte.

Der Junge wusste, dass seine Mutter ihn liebte, und dass ihre Abwesenheit nur für ihn war, und er war ihr dankbar und liebte sie ebenfalls, aber es war ein einsames Leben, wie er seine Tage damit verbrachte, dieselben Bücher wieder und wieder zu lesen, und in dem kleinen Haus am Waldrand mit der Luft zu sprechen.

Eines Tages, als der Junge in seinem Bett saß und auf die Felder hinausschaute, die zwischen seinem Heim und dem Wald lagen, bemerkte er eine Katze, die aus dem Wald kam. Es dauerte nicht lange, bevor der Junge bemerkte, dass die Katze, die offenkundig auf sein Heim zukam, keine gewöhnliche Katze war, denn auf ihrem Kopf trug sie einen kleinen Zylinder. Und als ob das an sich nicht schon seltsam genug gewesen wäre; als die Katze unter das Fenster des Jungen tapperte, stand sie auf, nahm den Hut ab, verbeugte sich, und sagte: "Seid gegrüßt, junger Herr! Ihr seht aus, als ob Ihr ein wenig Tanz vertragen könntet!"

Der Junge, von den Worten der adretten kleinen Katze verblüfft, konnte kaum seine Stimme finden. "Oh nein, mein Herr", sagte der Junge, "Weder weiß ich, wie man tanzt, noch bin ich dafür gemacht."

"Unsinn", sagte die Katze. "Jeder kann tanzen, wenn er es nur will. Kommt heraus und lasst es mich Euch zeigen." Und als er sprach, setzte die Katze ihren Hut wieder auf, und fing an sich im Kreis zu drehen und zu tanzen. Der Junge war neugierig, aber er sagte: "Guter Herr Katze, Ich fürchte, dass ich krank bin. Meine Lungen sind zu schwach, und meine Knochen sind zu gebrechlich."

"Oh, vielleicht sind sie das, und vielleicht auch nicht", antwortete die Katze. "Aber Ihr wollt doch wohl trotzdem nicht noch auch nur einen weiteren Tag im Bett dahinsiechen und die Welt vorbeiziehen lassen? Kommt, lauft mit mir durch die Felder, und ich werde Euch zeigen, wie man tanzt."

Als er seine Zweifel überwand, schaffte es der Junge, aus seinem Fenster herausklettern und einige Schritte näher zu treten. Dies war keine gewöhnliche Katze und kein gewöhnlicher Tag, und obwohl er sich unsicher war, hüpfte sein Herz ein wenig, und er fing an, der wunderbaren kleinen Katze durch das Gras zu folgen, zuerst langsam, aber mit mehr Elan als sie die Felder durchstreiften. Und schließlich trat er in die Schatten des Waldes, das erste Mal in vielen, vielen Jahren.

Die ganze Zeit tollte und sprang die Katze herum, als sich ihr Weg tiefer in den Wald schlängelte, und schließlich trat der Junge in einen Ring aus Bäumen. Die Katze, ein pelziger kleiner Tänzer mit dem Hut in der Hand, wirbelte um den Jungen herum, lachte und rief ihn, während der Junge mit offenem Mund zuschaute. Und dann, schnell wie ein Blitz, stülpte die Katze dem Jungen ihren Zylinder direkt über den Kopf, und er fand sich ganz plötzlich im Dunkeln.

Aber nur für einen Moment, denn allüberall um ihn herum, im Dunkeln leuchtend, sah er das Glühen von hunderten Augen, Katzenaugen, die in der Dunkelheit schienen. Plötzlich leuchteten Laternen um ihn herum auf, und der Junge sah, dass er nicht mehr im Wald stand. Hier sah er einen großen Ballsaal, festlich geschmückt und randvoll mit Katzen. Große Katzen und kleine, alte Katzen und junge, Katzen jeder Art und Farbe, und in der Mitte des großen Saales auf eine Bühne stand die Katze, die den Jungen geführt hatte, doch nun war sie in feine Gewänder gehüllt und auf ihrem Kopf saß eine schmale goldene Krone aus goldgewirkten Blättern.

Der Junge stand voll von Staunen und Verblüffung als das Heer von Katzen sich vor ihrem Prinzen verbeugte, und dann als nächstes auch vor ihm. "Die Menschenwelt ist drückend und mühevoll," sagte der Katzenprinz. "Aber hier jenseits des Schleiers bewegen wir uns mit leichterem Schritt. Tanz mit uns, Kind, und vergiss deine Sorgen für eine Weile."

Ganz plötzlich umschloss eine Menge von Katzen den Jungen. Sie schnurrten und umstrichen seine Beine so dicht wie das Wasser der See, und als sie sich bewegten, taten das auch die Füße des Jungen. Er trieb zwischen ihnen wie ein Korken auf dem Wasser, und bevor er sich's versah, tanzte er. Er tanzte und tanzte, wie er es sich nie hätte vorstellen können, und zu seiner Überraschung kam sein Atem stark und gesund. Er fühlte sich nicht mehr im Geringsten krank.

Stunden vergingen, und er und die Katzen tanzten ohne Ende, und der Katzenprinz mehr als alle anderen. Nach einer langen Zeit erinnerte sich der Junge plötzlich seiner Mutter, und sofort fürchtete er, sie würde sich sorgen. Er hielt in der Mitte des großen Saales an und rief dem Katzenprinz zu: "Vergebt mir, Herr Katze, aber ich kann nicht länger bleiben! Meine Mutter wird sich sorgen! Ich muss zurückkehren!"

Alle Katzen hörten zu tanzen auf und machten vor ihm Platz, und der Prinz kam auf den Jungen zu. "Bist du sicher, Junge? Du könntest bleiben solange du willst, und auf immer und ewig für uns tanzen."

"Das kann ich nicht", antwortete der Junge. "Meine Mutter hat nur mich, und ich möchte sie nicht allein lassen. Vergebt mir."

Der Prinz sah den Jungen mitfühlend an. "Aber nicht doch, Junge. Sorge dich nicht. Du machst deiner Mutter Ehre."

Und damit trat der Katzenprinz näher heran. "Und schau' nicht so enttäuscht. Nimm unsere Katzenanmut mit dir. Du kannst stets tanzen, wenn du den Willen hast." Und hinter seinem Rücken nahm er wiederum den Zylinder hervor und stülpte ihn dem Jungen bis über die Augen, und noch einmal wurde alles dunkel.

Etwas später erwachte der Junge, und seine Augen öffneten sich. Er sah sich um und merkte, dass er im Wald geschlafen hatte, und Sonnenstrahlen durch die Bäume auf sein Gesicht fielen. Dann bemerkte er einen abgetragenen, geflickten Zylinder, der im weichen Gras neben ihm lag. Er hob ihn vorsichtig auf, und stand in demselben Kreis von Bäumen, und als er so dastand bemerkte er, dass sein Atem stark war, und seine Beine fest.

"Danke", sagte er als er den Zylinder in seinen Händen ansah, und als er ihn auf seinen Kopf setzte, lächelte er, schlug die Fersen zusammen und fing still an, seinen Weg ganz bis nach Hause zu tanzen.

Ende

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Until I’ve Lived My Life Part 2/4- Harry Lewis

Requested: No

As the years passed, your friendship with Harry only went from strength to strength. Your bond became unbreakable, as you went through everything together indulging in happiness and halving the load when you experienced grief. He was always there to share your smile, or wipe away tears, no matter what though, he always held your hand, providing you with a sense of security.

You were sixteen when the dynamic started to change, both of your hormones were on the rise as you were in the midst of puberty. Sat in a small cafe in your hometown, you shared a plate of chips. His hand rested on top of yours, his gaze firmly planted on the table as he cleared his throat.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He stated, as he munched down on a chip. “I think there’s more to explore here. I love being your best friend, don’t get me wrong.” He continued, a nervous laugh forcing its way up through his throat. “I just care about you far, far too much to not let my feelings known. It’s why I’ve never had a girlfriend before, no-one could ever compare to you.” He said softly, his eyes finally flickered up to meet yours as he swallowed hard.

You took a moment to mull over the information that he had just provided you with. Part of you was in shock, you didn’t expect this at all. Harry had always been your safety net, the person that you could go to for anything. Someone you could depend on. Yet here he was, trying to change the dynamic that worked for the both of you. However, there was another part of you that wasn’t surprised at all. You weren’t oblivious to the signs that he had presented you with over the years, such as getting annoyed when any other lad paid you any slight amount of attention, or, when he had asked you to prom before trying to think of a rushed explanation as to why he had asked.

“Harry, we’re about to start our a-levels. That needs to be my main focus.” You told him bluntly. “If I’m going to have any chance at getting into a good university, I need to minimise any obstacles in my way.” You continued, the warning that your grandmother had provided you with eleven years ago in the forefront of your mind.

Gossip, as it always is with teenagers, travelled fast. Which is why when you were at a party with your bigger circle of friends, it was no surprise to you that conveniently it was decided that you would all play seven minutes in heaven. Even less of a surprise, when you had been paired with Harry. He walked over to you and reached his hand out. Reluctantly you took it and headed for the wardrobe that had been designated as the ‘kissing’ area.

Almost as soon as you were inside, Harry turned to you. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to for the sake of some stupid game.” He whispered, taking his hand in yours. “I know that you don’t feel the same way that I do, so the fact that this has even happened, takes the piss.”

To say that you were confused, was an understatement. You had never told him that you didn’t feel the same way. What you had told him, was that you couldn’t have any obstacles preventing you from achieving your dreams.

“I never said I didn’t feel the same way.” You counteracted, as you turned to face him. “Do you not think it hasn’t killed me having to build a wall up against you? My best friend? The one person I am so deeply in love with.” You continued. “I just can’t afford to damage our bond because my focus is so set on what I want to achieve.”

He cupped the side of your face in his hand, as he pulled you closer to him. Your lips brushed against each other for just the briefest of seconds, your breath hitched in your throat as you realised what was about to happen. Your first kiss with your very best friend. He went back in, this time he pressed his lips to yours, your cheek still cupped in his hand as your mouths moulded together, synchronising. You pressed your hand on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat. The act of intimacy provided you with the perfect moment of realisation -- you didn’t have to just focus on your aspirations, because right now all you could think about was him and just how nice his lips felt against yours.

You were so lost in the feeling, that you didn’t notice that the wardrobe doors were flug open. The fact that you were snogging Harry’s face off exposed to all of your friends. You didn’t mind though, because it was always bound to happen. Perhaps, the message that your grandmother had given you was wrong. She didn’t mean to tell you not to let anyone come between you and your dreams, she meant to part an even more important message onto you; not to let anyone come between you and your happiness.

Harry, for the best part of eleven years had contributed so much to your happiness that you had lost count. He wasn’t just your best friend, it was something you had both been aware of for years; neither one of you had the confidence to speak out about it until he had found the courage last weekend in the cafe. Despite being the more introverted one out of you both, he was definitely always the most outspoken, never afraid to speak his mind.

You interlaced your fingers with his, as you pulled him to the corner of the room. Your mind well and truly made up. You cleared your throat, the nerves were now definitely piling up.

“So…” You started, as you placed one hand on top of the other. Your thumbs rubbed against each other at an attempt to calm your nerves. “I was wondering whether you’d wanna be my boyfriend?” You asked, finally daring to look at him.

A massive grin spread across his face, as he looked at you in awe.

“Of course I do, you silly bitch.” He responded, as he pulled you in for another kiss. Cheers erupted around you, as you smiled into the kiss. You had never been happier.

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galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?Twisted Family and Pirate Au? Please?

(All right small side note for those who come across this, twisted Family au is an au set on where black hat and flug were in a relationship but Black Hat kept treating Flug like trash and so one day Flug tries to leave, Hat can't handle that Flug would try to leave him, he snaps like mentality wise.

Turns Flug into a life size marionette.

(usually dressed but this was for me to figure out a basic design for him)

He takes in abandoned children or sometimes adults and turns them into puppets, saying they're one happy family now.)

Black Hat pulled at the lace gloves embroidered with finely stitched top hats, placing them beside his tea cup, after all he did not want to ruin them with the wood varnish he was about to use.

Acylius’s head was tilted to the side, cheek on his shoulder.

“Amadeus…please…may I have some freedom to move? It would make it easier to apply the varnish would it not?”

Black hat paused, considering his words, nodding he gave him enough free movement to lift his head at the very least.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh darling, please call me Amadeus or Amy, I miss the fondness in your voice sometimes.”

The eldericht was sweet in his tone, to anyone just passing by you would think it was natural…but upon closer inspection you could see those hints, feel that unhinged ring in his voice.

Black Hat stroked his marionettes face, finger tips caressing over smooth wood, smiling as his doctor leaned into his touch.

“Did you get my favourite varnish Amy?”

Amadeus’s ears perked under his hat, which now donned a long pink mourning ribbon with a bow at the back, watching as Acylius shifted his jaw into a smile, wood tapping as the joints of the doctors ears shifted.

“Of course sweetheart, only the best for you!”

Black Hat replied affectionately as he dipped the cloth into the varnish only to be interrupted but Acylius clearing his throat

“Amadeus , do not forget our guest asked a question.”

“Ah yes, our new addition, well now let’s see…”

Black Hat began while applying smooth strokes over his lover’s cheeks.

“I would love to marry Acylius, but according to him we haven’t quite reached that point just yet…maybe have a few more children, I am trying to decide if we should go natural or wood shop it and well when one are two are true that will be enough for me.”

The demon was so happy and Acylius was practically purring as his wooden body was getting treated to an expensive…you had to wonder was it akin to a sponge bath with how Black Hat tended to him.

“Little one I will have to apply this to you next, after all you are new to our family and I should make sure you are properly treated.”

Amadeus chirped.

You only stay silent, you cannot move, unable to speak now, eyes unblinking, frozen in place, body conforming , changing to be another of the many child like puppets you see and realise are all watching you…were they ever children to begin with…were they once a child…faces become familiar heroes and villains that also once were can be seen there…and for one moment you can see past the illusion that made this place look so beautiful, so perfect…

The reality is , the manor is derelict , dusty, broken and strung with cobwebs, Hat’s dress is tattered and the doctor…god…the marionette is full of holes as insects scuttle across his face and into an empty wooden eye socket, perhaps once he’d been alive and if he was still…

“Time to sleep, baby doll.”

Hat whispers and once again you see the lie, lush rich and beautiful colours, full of such life…perhaps what you saw was a nightmare crafted by Black Hat to torment you…

Or was it?

Pirate Au answer

Acylius folded his arms on the edge of the tank, tail splashing lightly , water lapping gently as he moved.

Black Hat was at his desk going through pages of a book his merman had told him of, however he keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you are up to no business he might disapprove of.

“So you want to know what three things I want to do before I die huh?”

Acylius smiled resting his cheek on his arm, glancing over at the Pirate king, ear fins flicking, oh he was so clearly in love it was bloody adorable, even if he didn’t say it out loud you could see it for yourself.

“Well one is to be free of White Hat…Amadeus I believe is working on that though so I suppose I am half way there on that one.”

Black turned a page without looking up

“Damn right, no self righteous brother of mine will get to lay a hand on Flug.”

You watch in awe as the merman’s scales turn from the iridescent likeness of a peacocks to hues of pink and yellow with glowing sky blue fins

You can't help but smile, awww he's blushing.

"Let's see, what else, ah yes another thing would be to spend more than one day on land every twenty ninth of February, it can really make keeping time quite difficult and sometimes one can be so busy the opportunity is missed.”

Black Hat listened to Acylius talking, he’d not actually turned his page for five minutes…his merman could transform once every four years?

That meant…oh no…

Pulling open his desk drawer, he recalled someone he’d once seen, a face human in appearance, similar to the merman’s, features hauntingly beautiful only , Flugs were far finer, far more beautiful…but what if…they were one in the same.

Setting the sketch on the desk, remembering how he’d paid heed only to their title and not their name…picking up a pencil that sat in the skull of the last crew man that had dared defy him he added ear fins and those scars, those delicate silver lines on white marble…

He stared at it , it was him, it was Acylius, looking up he found cold blue eyes staring back, he in his nonchalant manner had handed Thaddeus the Ocean and dethroned a king…if it were anyone else he would not care…but he’d done this to Flug, his Flug, was karma finally catching up to him, would the Great and Powerful Black Hat be torn down by the simple act of rejection…

Perhaps, he felt, perhaps he deserved it.

“You do not need to be a land walker to be you Flug, don’t do an Ariel she soon found herself sick for the sea and fell deep into depression when her Father had not even given her the choice to decide when she could go back to her home.”

“Who said I wanted to be human, that would be crazy, they’re all dreadful messes though there are the few exceptional such as Demencia and 505.”

Acylius raised a brow and splashed him a smirk forming on his face

“Oh I see, someone is finally putting the pieces together, stop worrying you egotistical buffoon, if I cared about being king I would have bitched about it already, true I was a caring king who took care of his subjects but they quickly changed sides when an Eldericht came to take the throne.”

He settled on the sand, shoulder to the glass and sighing, you and Hat still being perfectly able to hear him despite his being under water

“How quick they were to abandon me…fuck them, I chose to talk instead of devouring humans to be always at my full power to show I wanted peace between worlds, they wanted destruction…however…”

He looked at you with the saddest eyes and Hat felt a twist in his chest

“There were those like me, deep sea in their breed, most of them were scattered for being devoted to me, Thaddeus and his soldiers hunted them out, slaughtering them to near extinction, oh they certainly got the monster they wanted and I believe perhaps they even regret their fickle loyalty.

You ask him softly

“What is the third thing?”

“Save what little of the deep sea merfolk that still remain.”

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Light In The Darkness - 9

Soulmates had the ability to make one’s life both better and worse. Those, who did end up with their soulmate, were promised a happy forever after, but you weren’t so sure if the same could be said for you, considering your soulmate was the most powerful and dangerous eldritch being on the whole planet. He had conquered the world several times before, just for fun. He reigned supreme and even the most feared villains stayed out of his path. You had always dreamed of meeting your soulmate, but not like this. Nothing like this.

Chapter 9 -Getting Acquainted

The inhabitants of Black Hat’s manor were an… unusual group, if you had to be honest. Sure, their skills and interests weren’t that different from the common people, but it was their relation to each other, that you found interesting. You had no idea why they worked for Black Hat, or, well, Demencia’s reason was pretty clear, but 5.0.5 and Flug? You had no idea. Even if Black Hat seemed to want to make a good impression with you, you still witnessed how he treated his subordinates, and yet, they stayed with him. You could ask, but you weren’t that close yet, so you decided to wait.

They really are a strange bunch – you thought, as you ducked behind the sofa, avoiding a destructive beam of light coming from one of Flug’s inventions. Demencia had of course thought it would be an entertaining toy, which led to the rest of you dodging for you lives, as she waved it around manically, enjoying the chaos.

‘’Demencia, that’s enou--.. AAH! Nonono!’’ Flug shook his coat, to put out the flames, before the hole Demencia had caused could become bigger, as Demencia clutched her stomach in laughter.

‘’Oh poor Flug. Don’t act like you haven’t got a pile of those stuffed away somewhere. It’s all you ever wear!’’

You let out a scream, as a beam pierced through the sofa, missing your head by an inch. As you scrambled backwards on your butt, Flug, who was too distracted by avoiding Demencia’s assault, tripped on you. Untangling yourself from Flug took longer than expected, which gave Demencia more than enough time to aim and shoot. The last thing you saw was a green light filling your vision, before it extinguished, and all went dark.

And the first thing that you saw, was your own reflection in a set of black goggles.

‘’ARE YOU OKAY? Oh, I don’t even know what the effect of that ray would be on humans! I never even got to test it before Demencia stole it!’’

‘’Considering what it did to the sofa, it ‘prolly aint anything good.’’ Demencia spoke up with a smirk, sitting on the top of a table on the other side of the room, her legs crossed, while her face rested in the palm of her hands.

Looking down at yourself, you noticed that you had been placed in what could only be described as a makeshift bed - it certainly didn’t feel comfortable, like a real bed should.

‘’Do you feel anything strange? Anything at all? Oh this is just the worst thing that could happen right now. Hang on, I should have some sort of invention with healing properties somewhere. Just, stay where you are.’’ Flug rambled while running out the room.

You listened to Flug’s frantic footsteps disappear slowly, before you turned to look at Demencia, who was playing with a small machine that looked relatively harmless. At least, she didn’t seem to be out for your blood at that moment, which gave you an opportunity to talk to her.

‘’You and Flug… you don’t seem very happy about each other.’’

She scoffed in reply, ‘’Of course we don’t. Why would I ever be happy to be around such a stick-in-the-mud? All he does is just make stuff, and even if his things fun to play with, he never actually let’s me play with them. That doesn’t stop me though.’’ She cackled, as you let out a small sigh, and replied; ‘’Yeah, no shit.’’

Then it went quiet.

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t really know anything about Demencia, other than the fact that she loved Black Hat and chaos, and that she disliked Flug because he wasn’t as… immature, as she was. You definitely didn’t want to talk about Black Hat, fearing it would make her remember that you were a potential ‘threat’ to her (nonexistent) love life, and make her attack you. The effects of the ray hadn’t worn off yet, and you doubted you could evade any of her attacks.

‘’…It’s not bad here though.’’

‘’Huh?’’

Demencia coiled her hair around herself tightly, hiding her face in the green strands, ‘’I said, it’s not bad here. Even when my Darling isn’t around, at least I can annoy those two… so, I don’t hate them.’’ She said, her voice muffled, and almost reluctant, ‘’But I don’t like you.’’ She sneered, ‘’You think you’re safe in this place? With me around? HAH! You might as well just leave now. I’ll be nice and give you five minutes to run.’’ The lizardgirl spoke, with her nose in the air.

‘’i’m not going to run.’’ You uttered calmly.

She stared back at you, ‘’…You’re not?’’

‘’No.’’

‘’Pft-‘’ she blew a raspberry, while she buried herself in her coil once again.

‘’I’m going to stay here, you know? I don’t know when this threat will be gone, and I can’t say what I’ll do when it is.’’

She shifted in her coil, letting her eyes poke out behind her hair, her eyebrows knit tightly as she glared at you.

‘’Is it because you love him? That you don’t wanna leave?’’

‘’I didn’t say that I didn’t want to lea…-‘’

‘’No, but it’s pretty obvious, you know. I may not be as smart as Flug, but I’m not dumb!’’ She hissed, but it wasn’t aimed at you, just nowhere in particular. Did you love him? Definitely not. But did you want to leave? Probably? These past days your emotions have been so hard to understand, like there were too many all at once, which made them melt together. It was much like mixing a bunch of colorful paint together, only for it to turn into a boring brown.

‘’I don’t love him… but he’s my soulmate, which means it’ll probably happen sooner or later, if we continue spending time together.’’ You spoke carefully, looking down at your hands to avoid Demencia’s glare, ‘’You’ve made it very clear that you’d rather have me gone, but I think we both know that’s not gonna happen, so why don’t we just try to live with each other? We can be friends? If you’d like?’’

‘’No.’’

Welp, guess that plan didn’t work.

‘’You’re my rival.’’ She said, freeing herself from her protective ball, and jumping the distance from the table, right to the end of the bed. Before you could react, she had placed both her hands on either side of you, and her face was right in front of yours, a smug grin on her face.

‘’Did you really think that I, the great and evil Demencia, would become friends with the likes of you? Someone who is an obstacle to me? You know, I think I finally understand what my beloved is thinking. HE wants ME… to overcome you.’’ She moved one of her hands, to point dramatically at your face. ‘’I can’t kill you, which means I have to find some OTHER way to get you out of the way. It’s all a test, to see if I’m really worthy of his love, OOHh, but don’t worry darling, I, the fantastical and mystical Demencia,, will of course prove myself worthy.’’

At this point, she was just talking to herself, making you feel as if you were observing a theatrical piece, with the way she empathized her words and gestures, caught up in daydreams of evil love shared with Black Hat.

‘’That’s… okay too, I��ll… do my best to be a worthy rival, I guess.’’ You chuckled uneasily.

‘’Pftt- worthy? Good to hear you’ll at least be trying, even if it’s totally impossible.’’ She bellowed with laughter.

You jumped, while Demencia merely turned her head to look, at the doorway where Flug now stood, having just slammed open the door.

His chest heaved as he chocked out the words, ‘’Demencia did you do anything to them? I swear, I will lock you in the tube if yo…-‘’

‘’No! No, she didn’t do anything. We just talked.’’ You interrupted, gaining confused stares from both Flug and Demencia.

‘’…If you say so. Anyhow, I managed to find the device I was looking for. I just need to hook it up to this and we’ll be all set. Don’t worry, you’ll be up and running in no time.’’

As he shuffled around with the cords of the machine, you turned to face Demencia once again, whispering quietly to her.

‘’You’re on.’’

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On other end of the mansion, was its owner. The rays of the setting sun let him know, that he had wasted another day on doing nothing about his situation.

He was getting anxious. This whole ‘soulmate’ business had not moved forward at all, since he had last seen you. No matter how much he cringed at the thought, he wanted to see you, to talk to you, to figure out what… To figure out something, anything, that would make sense.

He was interrupted by a Hatbotl-er.

‘’Client 7589A2 has requested a meeting. He would like to have a closer look at the mutant gun, that he ordered. According to your schedule, these days are open…-‘’

He had to be patient. Business came first.

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Villainous: Reform School Chapter 33

Since he didn’t hear a response, Flug opened the door and let himself and 505 in.

Melanie looked up at the pair, took off her headphones, wiped her tears, and said, “Yes?”

505 whimpered sadly and walked over to Melanie first.

Flug was unsure of how to approach this. Showing sympathy wasn’t something he was adept in, even before he became a villain.

“Are you alright?” Flug asked.

Melanie zipped up the 505 jacket she was wearing, pulled her knees inside of it, rolled over on her side, and asked, "What do you think?"

505 sat down on the bed next to Melanie and rubbed her back. She rolled over closer to him and let him keep rubbing her back.

“Right,” Flug said, rubbing his arm. “Maybe you would like us to leave you alone to get some rest?”

Melanie sat up, glanced her head out the window, and said, “Actually, I would like to go outside. Can we go outside?”

“You’re kidding,” Flug replied incredulously. “After what you put us through today?”

“But I caught Demencia,” Melanie protested.

“Caught Demencia?” Flug asked as he slowly remembered what Melanie was talking about.

“Yeah, I got the remote from her,” Melanie said.

“Yeah, right as time ran out,” Flug added.

“But…” Melanie began to say.

“Never mind it,” Flug relented. “Do you still want to go outside?”

“Yes,” Melanie said eagerly. “May we go to the beach please?”

“The beach?” Flug asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, my family flew over it in the limo, so I never got to see it up close,” Melanie explained.

Flug visibly hesitated. He knew Black Hat allowed Melanie to have slight freedom for now, but he wasn’t sure how he would feel about this outing. There would have to be conditions.

“Very well,” Flug relented. “On one condition.”

“What?” Melanie asked.

“You have to wear another one of my tracking devices,” Flug said, staring down Melanie pointedly. “Without trying to destroy or remove it.”

“Okay, fine,” Melanie said reluctantly.

“Come on,” Flug said, holding out a gloved hand to her. “I have a spare in my laboratory.”

Flug pulled Melanie to her feet so that she was standing on the floor.

“Can I change my clothes first?” Melanie asked, looking down at her dress.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Flug replied, leaning back against the wall. “Just make it quick.”

“Okay,” Melanie said, turning the back of her dress to Flug. “Can you unzip me?”

Flug flushed for a moment before he found the words to reply, “What? No! 505, please help Melanie.”

505 nodded eagerly and walked over to help Melanie.

505 began unzipping her dress, but Flug squealed in a panic and said, “Not out here where I can see you!”

“Why are you being squeamish all of a sudden?” Melanie asked confusedly. “I just need help unzipping my dress. It’s nice like I’m stripping in front of you. Besides, weren’t you the one who dressed me up earlier?”

“That was 505,” Flug said, looking away. “He cleaned you and put you in the dress he made.”

“This is yours, 505?” Melanie said in surprise. “It’s lovely.”

505 grunted with a smile.

Flug cringed uncomfortably and said, “Look, your parents will kill me if they found out I saw their 14-year-old daughter without clothes on. Can you please go in the bathroom where you can change without me seeing you?”

Melanie sighed and said, “I wouldn’t want you to be killed. 505, can you bring me a bikini and some clothes to wear over it? I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.”

505 nodded, and Melanie entered the bathroom.

While 505 walked over to the bureau and the closet to get the clothes, Flug noticed the pictures on the floor. He picked one up to get a closer look.

It was a telltale drawing from Demencia. It was a group of kids and adults pointing to Melanie and calling her a freak, a traitor, and an inferior being to put it in the politest terms.

Flug looked on the floor and saw dozens of the same kind of picture. That explained what Demencia was doing earlier instead of answering Flug’s call to return Melanie to her room.

Those pictures had been ripped off the wall dramatically with pieces of paper still taped to the wall. Melanie was upset before she entered the room. The drawings made her only feel worse.

Flug took a moment to look thoughtfully at the bathroom door and think about the girl inside. He then looked back at the piles of drawings and proceeded to pick them up. Flug had picked them all up until the floor was clean, and then, he carried the papers to the trash and pressed them down so that they wouldn’t poke out of the top.

Once that was done, Flug picked the taped pieces of paper that were still attached to the wall off and did the same thing. He smiled under his bag when the work was done and felt grateful that his bag hid that from anyone who might want to see it.

The bathroom door opened, and Melanie and 505 walked out. Melanie was now wearing a crimson red crop top and grey shorts over her black bikini. She stepped into her sandals, grabbed her knapsack, and walked over to Flug.

“Ready to go?” Flug asked, holding his gloved hand out to Melanie.

Melanie nodded, took Flug’s hands, and summoned her wings to fly next to him.

As they left the room, Melanie noticed that all the pictures Demencia drew were gone.

“Doctor Flug, did you throw away the drawings?” Melanie asked.

Flug paused for a moment and said, “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“Thanks,” Melanie said with a weary smile.

“Don’t mention it,” Flug replied.

Melanie flew wearily next to Flug for a few minutes. But by the time she reached the elevator, she was too tired to keep it up, so 505 carried Melanie on his back the rest of the way.

Soon enough, the trio made it to the laboratory and into the area where Flug kept his new and improved tracker bracelet.

Flug patted 505 as they entered the room that he needed them to go to and said, “Long mission, huh, buddy?”

505 looked back at Melanie who he was carrying on his back, smiled back at Flug, and shook his head.

Melanie smiled at 505 and said, “You’re sweet, 505. Thanks!”

505 grunted positively and grunted again to ask where he needed to put Melanie.

“Just sit her on the desk, 505,” Flug instructed as he began to search for the updated ankle tracker that he had been looking for earlier.

The scientist rummaged through his various inventions on the counter to find it while 505 placed Melanie on top of the desk.

Once Melanie was settled on her perch, 505 looked at her and gestured to her neck.

“Oh, don’t worry, 505. Whatever painkiller your dad gave me is working. It doesn’t hurt,” Melanie said before Melanie gestured for the bear to come closer.

505 looked at Melanie curiously, but the bear moved in closer.

Once 505 was close enough, Melanie whispered into his ear, “I’m not mad at you either. I know your dad didn’t give you any other choice but to hand me over to him. It’s okay.”

505 smiled with large tears coming out of his eyes and instantly wrapped his arms around Melanie in a warm hug.

“Ah hah!” Flug said, picking up the tracking device and unlatching it open. “Can you scootch aside, Fluffy?”

505 looked back, nodded, and stepped aside.

Flug stepped in front of the desk and said, “Hold up your leg, Melanie.”

With a reluctant sigh, Melanie held up her front leg.

Flug took her foot in one hand, clasped the device around Melanie’s ankle with the other, and said, “There, we go. And please don’t try to destroy it this time.”

“I’ll do my best,” Melanie replied. “Can we go to the beach now?”

“Sure,” Flug said reluctantly. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I could use some sunscreen and a beach towel, but yeah,” Melanie replied. “I mostly want to sit on the beach and maybe walk into the water. I’m afraid with my injury that I’ll attract sharks.”

“Not quite, but very well,” Flug said before turning to 505. “Would you like to go to the beach, 505? 505?”

Flug looked around the room and noticed that 505 was not there.

505 ran back into the room squealing joyfully. He already had a beach bag with sunscreen and brightly colored beach towels that he showed off to Melanie.

“Wow, those are really pretty, 505,” Melanie gushed as she hopped off the table and dashed over. “Would you like to lie on the beach with me? Oh, yeah. Could you help me get my sunscreen on? I’m tan, but I still burn. I could put it on you, too. Oh, wait. Do you even have anything that could burn? Oh, we need to make sure that we have enough for Flug. His neck is almost as pale as my Papi. The rest of him will be porcelain…”

“I’m right here,” Flug said annoyedly. “And I’m not taking my clothes off, so I won’t need sunscreen anywhere except my neck and my arms.”

“Are you sure?” Melanie asked. “It’s gonna be hot.”

“I’m used to it,” Flug said. “505, can you go see if Demencia would like to come? I’d rather not leave her alone to break something.”

“What? Nah ah,” Melanie whined. “She doesn’t need to…”

“TOO LATE!” Demencia shrieked into the room as she hopped off the ceiling. “I’m going to the beach with you, traitor! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

505 squealed in surprise, and Demencia began laughing hysterically.

“Does she have to go, Doctor Flug?!” Melanie whined. “Demencia’s gonna ruin everything!”

“Rest assured I’ll do my best to make sure she isn’t an issue,” Flug reassured Melanie.

“But she hates me,” Melanie protested. “She’ll be super annoying.”

“Demencia’s annoying to everyone. You learn to live with it,” Flug said with a jaded and tired expression towards Demencia. “Besides, Lord Black Hat has made it clear that we are not to harm you.”

Melanie groaned in annoyance while 505 pat her head and said, “Just make sure she stays away from me.”

“Consider it done,” Flug said.

505 joyfully handed Melanie the basket and walked over to his dad.

Melanie complied with a smile and asked Flug, “So, how do we get there?”

Flug took a leash from the drawer of his desk, handed the leash to 505, and said, “We can walk. It seems like a nice day out.”

“What’s the leash for?” Melanie asked confusedly. “505 doesn’t need a leash.”

“Yeah, it’s not for him,” Flug said gesturing to Demencia who stood still while 505 put a leash on her. “It’s for her.”

“Huh?” Melanie asked confusedly.

Demencia hopped on her hands and feet with her lizard hood completely covering her head and her ponytail looking like a tail. Releasing a hissing sound, she skittered some steps forward while 505 quickly followed behind her.

Flug watched on, unphased by this very regular occurrence.

Melanie continued to watch with her mouth hanging open, completely weirded out by what she was seeing.

Flug glanced down at Melanie walking out the door “Coming?”

"Uh yeah..." Melanie said. "You guys have issues."

“It all depends on your perspective,” Flug said, beckoning Melanie to walk out with him.

Melanie walked past Flug and said, “By the way, even though it was your fault in the first place, thanks for saving my life.”

Too surprised at first to respond, Flug stood there quietly for a moment before walking behind Melanie to catch up.

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Good Girl

Genre: Smut (very soft)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Female!Reader

Word Count: 678

Anon Requested: Riding jackson smut with praise kink please

Summary:After years, your best friend (and crush) finally asks you out. The date goes well, so you invite him inside when you arrive home. His hands are curious, but you’re nervous to tell him your big secret. However, Jackson is more than understanding and makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

A/N: This was a challenge as I don’t view Jackson in this way, so I hope it came out well! Also, please excuse any mistakes. It’s 2 am, I’m wearing acrylic nails, and I’m using my boyfriend’s computer while he’s at work. It’s hard to type, and I can’t type nearly as fast as I usually do. It’s maddening, honestly.

This wasn’t how you expected this date to go. You weren’t one to put out on the first date. He wasn’t like that either, but you felt weird to not invite him in when he dropped you off. He was your best friend. He had stayed over before, but now that he’s confessed and taken you out, there was a weird feeling in the air. He awkwardly shuffled in like he had never been inside before, but before you could even lock the door, he had you pressed against it.

His lips pressed against yours, and one of his hands rested on your hip while the other was placed firmly on the door beside your head. You wanted to push him away, ask him what the hell he was thinking, but you didn’t becuase you realized that you didn’t have to pretend anymore. You didn’t have to pretend like you weren’t in love with your best friend, so you could just let this happen. He cupped your face in his hands, one tucking the hair behind your ear.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” he whispered against your lips.

You melted under him. He towered over you due to the height difference, but this was different. You were suddenly aware of how much bigger he was than you, how much more confident he was than you, how much power he could hold over you. He pulled away apruptly and intertwined your fingers.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” he smiled warmly as if he was simply just inviting you to watch a movie with him. It was almost as if he wasn’t aware of the changes this would make to your friendship, but you couldn’t lie. You wanted it, too. You’ve wanted it for a very long time, so you let him pull you down the hall.

You climbed onto the bed quickly and turned to find Jackson pulling his shirt over his head. You had seen him shirtless before, but this was different. Soon, he was on top of you, and clothes were being pulled off and flug across the room. Lips were on necks and nails were scratching, and before you knew it, he was looking for the condoms he knew you kept in your top drawer.

You took this time to confess your nervousness. He told you that it was okay, that he would take good care of you, and he told you to say“red” if you wanted to stop. He said that he would take it slow, and that’s exactly what happened because you ended up on top. He found through past relationships that if the person was nervous, letting them take the first steps made them feel a lot better in the end.

“Go slow, baby.” he smiles and rubs your hip with his thumb. You slowly begin to lower yourself down on him, your face scrunching up at the new sensation and a quiet hiss slipping from your mouth. He shushes you comfortingly as you finally fit all of him inside. He smiles up at you and rubs your cheek as he praises you,“Does that feel okay?”

You nod your head as you let out a couple of little breaths before beginning to swivel your hips a bit, earning a soft“There you go,” from the man under you. You could hear his breathing change as you sped up your movements. Soon, you were a moaning mess as you bounced in his lap with him groping and praising you between his own moans.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl.”

“You look so fucking sexy on top of me.”

“So, so pretty, baby.”

“Cum for me. Be a good girl, and cum for me. There you go. That’s my good fucking girl, oh my god.”

You collapse on his lap as your legs shake. He holds you against him and strokes your hair,“Good girl~you did amazing~calm down, it’s okay.”

He calms your body down before slowly starting to move his hips up into you, shooting you a smirk once you lift you head up,“It’s my turn now.”

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Left Behind

Summary: Some times, magic left behind traces. And the adults sometimes didn’t know how to handle it. Or: Dipper and Mabel, Wirt, and Coraline all suffer side effects of what happened to them.

Fandom: Mystery Kids

Prompt: Day 27: Living, Dead, Undecided on @finelyfrenzied‘s Fictober prompts.

Note: I found lots of stuff about these kids finding pieces of their enemies’ magic in them but I decided to write my own taking after reading@mandareeboo‘s fic Pixels. Go read it, it’s short but good.

Coraline

On the third week of Coraline’s stay in Gravity Falls, she gave everyone dolls.

Miniature versions of them, actually.

Mabel and Neil cooed over the mini them while Dipper and everyone else were confused but appreciative. Stan and Ford initially refused to take them, but within two nights of receiving them, Mabel had pictures of both them cuddling their twin’s doll. Jill and Bill also received ones, but these were more plushies, in the form of their shape form.

“Thank you, but this kind of feels like Mabel’s territory.” Jill voiced as she examined the little star plushie.“What brought this on?”

Coraline shrugged.“I like having an eye on everyone.” She walked away, leaving the demon both confused and a little unsettled. She looked down at the button eye of the plush.

For some reason, it felt like it was watching her.

Jill and Bill both put theirs in the small space where they kept most of their belongings. (Mabel jokingly called it their Hammerspace.) And then they moved on. The former was trying to keep her other brother focused on his wedding and away from taking a peek at Gravity Falls. The latter was, due to his sister, forced to keep an eye on his bondmates.

It was a month later when human form Jill stumbled into the kitchen late at night. She had to pop over to Maine to calm Evan’s worries and that had taken all day. Hunger rumbling in her stomach, Jill opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of Chinese she had deemed hers.

She turned around and froze. A minute later, Bill was forcibly yanked into the kitchen.“What?” he snapped, annoyed.“Shooting Star’s having some lovely nightmares-” Jill pointed. He followed her finger.

“Isn’t that-”

“Yep.”

“I thought you put that in your Hammerspace.”

“I did!”

Jill’s plush doppelganger stared at them from the table.

In the morning, Wybie walked in to find Jill and Bill both perched on top of the fridge, wide eyed and staring at the plush. After much apologies, he took it off their hands and burned it.

Dipper

There was a loud crash from the kitchen.“Dammit!” Michelle King swore, coming out covered in flour.“Apologies boys.” she said, remembering that Wirt and his friend Dipper were there. They were watching some sort of show- Duck Holmes? She couldn’t remember, but Dipper seemed laser focused on him.

“It’s alright Mom.” Wirt said.“You hear worse over at the Shack.”

She assumed it was the Jones girl. “I know, but that was the last of the flour. And I promised your brother rock cookies tonight.”‘Rock cookies’ were Greg’s own personal recipe, packed with enough chocolate that when they cooled, they were hard as rock. They hadn’t made them since...the incident.

“Isn’t there enough time to get more?”

She glanced over at the clock that was part of the vacation home’s decor.“Oh, no. There isn’t.” She let out a groan, curling a hand into her hair.“Greg’s gonna be disappointed. I would do anything for more flour.”

“Deal.”

There was a handshake and a flash of warmth. And before Michelle realized what had happened, she was holding a bag of flour.

Dipper blinked, looking confused even if his hand was just lit up in blue fire.“Wait...what just happened?”

Wirt

Ford had lost the kids.

He had lost the kids.

How was that even possible.

They had been three feet away from the forest edge! He had looked away for a minute and when he had looked back, they were gone. He wandered the woods now with a flashlight, yelling for them.“Dipper! Mabel! Jones, King! The rest of you kids!”

There was a sudden screech. Ford paused in surprise. Not a moment later, the bushes parted to reveal a man with a bag on his head. Before questions could be asked, Flug ran past, yelling “No, no, no. ¡NO!” The scientist paused in surprise before running forward.

He parted the bushes to-

Overwhelming darkness.

The flashlight wasn’t enough to break the darkness. He looked away before taking a breath.“DIPPER! MABEL! KIDS! KIDS, WHERE-”

“Please lower the flashlight, Mr. Pines.”

He whirled around, staring. Wirt stood there, blinking up at him. Ford carefully followed the order. No, he wasn’t imagining it- there were definitely multicolored eyes. The darkness faded, revealing the rest of the kids huddled behind the boy. There was also Demencia, tied up in...a tree? 505 seemed to be trying to get her down.

“How...?”

“She’ll be fine. Can we go home?”

Ford nodded, unsure of what else to say.

Mabel

“What’ca doing sweetie?”

Stan found his nibling sitting on the porch. She seemed to be humming one of those pop songs Dipper liked. She was staring at something in her hand, Waddles next to her.

“She’s dead.”

He craned his neck. One of the piglets that Waddles had adopted recently (from somewhere?) laid in her hands. He could see the teethmarks and the red covering it’s side.“Oh, sweetie?” He knelt, reaching for the piglet.“I’m sorry. How about we-”

“No!” Mabel pulled away, eyes wide.“I can fix Charlotte!”

Before he could retort, golden magic surrounded her hands. Stan leaned back, on instinct opening his mouth to yell for one of those demons. Before he could, the glow faded.

The piglet let out a pig version of a gasp. It let out an onik, standing up to rub against Mabel’s face. She let out a happy little gasp, cooing over Charlotte. Stan, unsure of what else to do, hugged her and watched her and the pigs.

When the Mystery Shack closed, Charlotte had gathered over a hundred dollars somehow.

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How would a first date go with our three lovely villains?

(( First off, i just wanna say thank you for being my first request! I hope you enjoy these, lovely Anon! - The Fool ))

First Date

BLACK HAT

BH is a classy hoe (but also a dork), so he tries to maintain his suave image by taking you to a popular, yet exquisitely fancy, restaurant...

...And then immediately bark at the host for not finding his reservation

He will then just link arms with you and march straight to his chosen table, terrorizing anyone who may have been sitting there so they run away

Its on the balcony, and the view of the city is incredible

As is the food, though you're not quite sure what it is exactly (don't ask, just trust Black Hat to not feed you anything you can't/won't eat)

You spend most of the meal just talking - about work, about life, about yourselves

After the meal (which was "on the house" says the quaking staff), he will take you on a walk through the town

At soem point, you two reach a park and in a moment of pure romance, he reaches over and offers you a freshly plucked flower

As the night gets colder, he might offer you his coat

He would either walk you home or drive you there, depending on how far away you live

Either way, he will follow you to your doorstep and before you unlock your door he will tilt your chin up to him and plant a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips

Before you can process it though, he vanishes into smoke, leaving you dazed

As you unlock the door and enter, you can hear a dangerously close whisper saying, "until next time, my dear~."

DEMENCIA

For Demencia, a first date is more like an entire day of fun, full of lots of activities

The first thing she does is wake you up with a "beautiful love song" *cue ear-blasting guitar strumming*

After seranading, she will take you to the park, where she has an "evil picnic" set up for you two

There's not much talk, mostly munching and cooing and people-watching

Most likely she will lay in your lap and try to feed you strawberries or grapes (kiss her fingertips as she does this and she'll die)

Next stop is LAZER TAG! She's giggling in anticipation as the staff countdown to the opening of the doors

Once in she tries to show off by climbing on the walls (much to the staffs ire) and practically tackling the other team

Soon even her own teammates are free game

At one point, you find yourself cornered by the enemy and as they close in on you...

Demencia barges in punting them to the side and shooting them with her laser gun!

She will then turn to you, shooting you a loving grin as she leans in and kisses you-

then actually shoot you too and skitter off, giggling

Afterall, all's fair in love and lazer tag

FLUG

Flug is very nervous (on top of being very busy) so he's been planning this date for months

Of course, Black Hat senses him about to have fun and piles more work on him last minute

Fortunately, Flug anticipated this and after rearranging his schedule, he proposes an in-home movie date

You two make some snacks and an architecturally sound pillow fort and settle in

There may be a little bickering about which movie to watch first (Flug had his heart set on a couple documentaries) but you both eventually settle for an action movie

He definitely tries the "yawn and throw your arm around their shoulders" trick (grab his hand and snuggle into him while he does this- the boy will turn to putty)

He probably makes snide remarks about how stupid the antagonist is for letting the hero win

Next you guys probably watch a horror movie

If you get scared, hide in his chest - he loves the feeling of protecting you

Chances are though, he'd probably get scared and jump a little when you do

At some point, 505 will try to curl up with you two

If you let him stay, the baby will end up falling asleep across your laps

However, Flug's watch eventually beeps, and he has to scramble out of fort and to his lab - but not before giving you a peck on the cheek and a promise of another date

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My Heroic AU (Warning: Long Post)

So, I don’t know why, but I have this dying need to explain my Heroic AU, especially since I got newer followers. I just want explain more about this to even those that have read my fics, but are more curious about it.

Central/Main Idea:Mine are more on the chaotic good side of things than lawful because I find it more fun and they kind of explore the whole “if villains can kill and destroy and people just accept it, why can’t a hero do the same, especially when justified and with a corrupt justice system?” Basically, whenever a hero does anything like kill or destroy, no matter the reason, they are automatically seen as corrupt or they have a dying need to be stopped, even more so than villains. My Heroic characters basically exist to prove such a thought wrong…even if they aren’t the most mentally balanced people.

Also, the images I’m using were created by @themcnobody when they did a commission for me and I posted it up, so I don’t think this counts as reposting, but I’ll remove them if they don’t want me using them.

The Crew:

Clemencia/Felicity Clement Age:19-20 Height: 5 foot 3 Job: Assassin/Hitman for Hire Background: Clem was born powerless in a family full of superheroes both on her father’s and mother’s side. Around the time when she was born, White Hat made her family move to a more crime filled neighborhood to lower the crime rate. Unfortunately, due to them being stuck in a bad neighborhood and not having powers, Clem was stuck sheltered for over 19 years.

However, that changed when she left out on her birthday without her family knowing…and she instantly got followed and almost attacked from a drunkard. Luckily and unluckily, Clem was “saved” by Demencia, who was following the drunkard because they were in debt with the BHO. Dem was going to attack Clem for fun, but she instantly got out of her murderous mood when the girl just expressed her gratitude and she just left her.

When she came back, in the middle of her party and in front of her entire family, she expressed having a newfound inspiration with her life and finally knowing what she wants to do. And says loudly and proudly,“I want to be an assassin like Demencia!” Everyone was quiet. No one clapped. No one cheered. The only person even seemingly intrigued was a man wearing a top white hat in the back. Personality:She is an endless ball of energy, mostly due to her having so much fun with her unicorn powers and she will always try to use them whenever she can (even if it’s just simply changing her pupils to look like hearts or stars or even question marks). She loves basically being the spoiled little princess of the group, but she also knows when to get serious. And when she is serious, she can be pretty deadly, even though she hides it all with a huge smile on her face and with her excited demeanor all while summoning a battle axe.

Clem also is a huge dork that loves to make multiple references from games to movies to music, it doesn’t matter. It’s just something that she loves to do. She’s the second most mentally dysfunctional person in the group, often constantly doubting or questioning her decisions She also is obsessed with loving Demencia as much as she is obsessed with killing her or capturing her. All because of that night of Dem saving her and she wants to show her extreme appreciation by being either her greatest enemy or amazing lover. She’s fine with either one. Just as long as she can be with her love.

She loves Slug like a brother and will often play as a lab rat for him by testing his poisons. It doesn’t do any harm, since her horn also has a bit of eldritch magic in it. And other than Demencia, White Hat is another person she’ll die for. She adores him and believes she owes everything to him.

Also, her horn is real and it constantly fries at her brain, while also simultaneously keeping her alive. It be like that sometimes.

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Slug Unglück Kaiser Age:31 Height:6 foot 2 (with boots on) 6 foot (with boots off) Job: Medic/Scientist Background: Basically, his mom and dad are a villain and a hero couple, one of the very few that actually are harmonious together. They actually were (and still are) rivals to each other, but they just think of their “little” fights are just a little game to them. Anyway, they have Slug and his father instantly wants his wife to stop all heroic duties, warning her that now she that she has something precious to her that villains will immediately seek out that target or use him as her weakness. Of course, her being a hero, she ignores him and says she’ll be fine and continues fighting crime. This continues perfectly for a good 5 years, until she ended up going to a mission where they had Slug captured and were using him as leverage. They basically wanted her to give up her life of crime, tossing her a gun, or else her son would die. Not wanting to waste too much time and having already made the decision. She pulled the trigger…killing herself in front of Slug.

The father didn’t blame Slug for her death at the time, but he does immediately try to get him to a life of a crime, despite the fact that he was born normal. His father does this in any way he can whether it be making him see gruesome murders or manipulating Slug or lying to him at every turn, it doesn’t matter to the father. Slug’s grandparents, on his father’s side, hate that their son is doing that to him, so they instead subjugate him to more loving things, this includes making candy and baking. And Slug loves it! So much so that he starts doing it at home more and more, which makes the dad nervous, the last thing that he wants is for Slug to make take himself out of wanting to be a villain. So, the lies, deception, and manipulation increase to full on verbal and mental abuse over the course of 5 or 6 more years. Luckily, Slug always had his baking and candy making to calm him down.

During one night, while his grandparents were over, his father gets into a very heated argument with his parents while Slug is trying to tune it all out by making his own sugar syrup. The arguing gets louder and louder to the point where Slug felt like he needed to say something, to at least get his viewpoint on things. This gets his dad pissed off to the point where he, blindly in a rage, grabs the pot that Slug was making the syrup and threw it at his face (simple syrup, which is just sugar and a bit of water, can be from 200-240°F), which luckily only hit the left side of his face from reacting quickly. His grandmother immediately tries to calm the burning, while his grandfather keeps his father away from Slug. His father ends up escaping Hat Island and is at large.

Unfortunately, for Slug, while they did get him to a hospital, the syrup gave him four degrees burns, which means you’re to the point where you have brown, leathery skin and you need skin grafting, a part of his lip was burnt so badly that it revealed some of his teeth, and that his left eye was damaged, not blind, but he can barely see out of it. Which is why he needs goggles. Personality: He’s kind of a direct opposite for Flug, like how Flug looks soft but he’s actually intimidating, Slug looks intimidating but is a complete softie. He is pretty blunt person and will always take the more logical route than the emotional, so he tends to seem very cold and analytic, but then will pretty much stuttering out apologies once he’s realized his mistake. He also self-taught himself poisons and engineering to start his own candy van with his friends.

He also tends to carry candy around as a habit and just something to chew on when he’s thinking or nervous. Plus, he also manufactured his candies to be weapons, just so that no one can get suspicious of him when reaching into his jacket.

He’s 100% loyal to White Hat and is pretty much ready to kill or harm anyone who dares speak against. He’s even ready to fight against Black Hat if need be, even though he knows it’s a losing fight.

Clemencia is like a little sister to him and he’ll always have her back, but he does tend to make her powers short-circuit on purpose if she does anything too insane.

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White Hat Age: Old…but 300 years younger than Black Hat Height: 6 foot 6 (with hat on) 6 foot 4 (with hat off) Job: Owner of White Hat Incorporated/Consultant Background: …He won’t let me tell you. Personality: How does one describe him? White Hat is the worst out of everyone. Depending on who you are, he can be sweet and nice one second, but then snapping and downright terrifying the next. He likes to refer to people, at least mostly when he’s alone, as his puppets because he can easily trick people that he’s an all-around. I mean, who’s gonna question the man that’s the number one hero and was documented doing so many heroic deeds? No one, which makes this perfect cover up. And no one is safe from him, if you’re a hero or a villain or just an employee and you defy him, trick him, backstab him in anyway, you are probably not gonna live for much longer (in other words, you’re gonna get a visit from Clem) or if he sees value in you, then he has no problem in re-teaching you the rules here in White Hat Inc.

Other than that, White also loves to be around humans, however. They oddly fascinate him with how interesting they are, especially with how they can easily make their lives harder by making one wrong decision or how they can ruin their day with one intrusive thought. And yet, a lot of them still find reason for continuing to live. Extraordinary. Plus, he also adores the food made on Earth and will sometimes take that over souls or flesh any day.

Also, he’s in a poly relationship with Clem and Slug because their his two most favorite puppets…and he does care for them. Fun fact:I was/am scared of White Hat because I don’t trust people who smile or are happy all the time. I just don’t. No one smiles that much and no one is that carefree. I don’t like them and that’s why I made him a master manipulator.

~~~

Also, there isn’t a 606, but there is a Hatbot, who basically is pretty much like 505, except he often does harm others. He just believes that he’s playing with them, since he has the mindset of a child.

And that’s pretty much it. Let me know if you want to know more and this is a lot longer than I thought it would be.

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Loving you shouldn’t be this easy pt2

Summary: Flug dumping a botched experiment on blackhat ends up revealing a hidden secret that could change the both of them forever.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait I wanted to capture the characters personalities and I think I did that. Also Spanish isn’t my first language but I currently learning it cuz I love it. If you mistakes, no you don’t!

Word count: 3364k

Warnings 18+, masturbation, Flug’s a peeping Tom

Translations:

Desculpa me - forgive me

Gracias pansonchito - thank you my little chubby boy

Jefe - boss

Perdon - sorry

¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” - why do you run from me my love? Can’t you see I need you

And as always minors not allowed

Idk how to add small neat links pls share if you can

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“No please don’t do this.” The hero struggled in vain against the metal bars of the operating table.

“He’s making you I know it. You have to fight it Flug. Let me out and I promise to save you from his evil clutches. Come back to the side of justice and good where you belong.”

Flug sighed in exasperation. Why was it that all the heroes said the same lines like mindless drones. Couldn’t they at least be a little more creative with their persuasion. No flug would never go back. Not after what they did to him. If people knew what their heroes were really like behind closed doors when no one was looking those adoring fans of theirs would quickly turn in to angry mobs. Flug could feel his anger grow. Boiling in his belly at the memories of how he’d wanted to grow up to be just like them. Even going as far to be an intern for the hero agency as a teenager. What a fool. Slaving away and busting his back just for a crumb of recognition. Never again. That was before. Before he found out how corrupt and cruel hero society really was. Flugs grip tightened on the syringe.

<p>“The only evil clutches I needed escaping from was from heroes like you.” He jabbed the syringe a little harder than needed in to the man’s arm almost bending the needle.

“You heroes just can’t seem to get it through your thick skulls can you. You guys are the real monsters. Well no point in trying to explain myself since you wont be able to understand anything I say in a few minutes.” Flug had been working nonstop these past few days barely eating or sleeping and so far all the experiments had been failures. Well not complete failures but nothing he could report. The test subjects either turned partly in to the desired animal or liquified from the inside out. But this last batch of serum had to be the one. Flug had altered it one last time and was feeling very positive about its results.

<p>“What do you mean? What was that? What did you inject me with?!” said the hero panic setting in as Flug stood there in silence with a pen and clipboard in hand.

“Dr. Flug please I can help you just -“

The hero’s body began to shake uncontrollably his muscles twitching and spasming. Flug could hear the poping and breaking of the hero’s bones as they began to contort, shrinking and growing bristles all over his body. Flug watched with rapt attention as the transformation ended. Before him strapped to the table no longer a man but a great big pig. The experiments success had Flug jumping for joy. He transferred the good batch into small nine dart like bullets before loading them in to a a small protective durable black case. Finally he could present a fully functioning serum to Blackhat on time.

Speaking of blackhat, Flug hadn’t seen his boss anywhere since he was given the deadline. He wasn’t too worried but it was weird that he hadn’t come down to the lab recently. Blackhat usually liked to stay on top of Flug’s progress. But more than that he just really wanted to see blackhat despite knowing his boss was most likely going to verbally assault him. As embarrassing as it was Flug missed him.He knew he was acting like a love sick fool but these passed few days. All he could think about was blackhat. How his eyes as black as a new moon sky would arrest Flug on the spot with just a glance or how his voice was sensual and gravely, usually the main star in all his fantasies. Flug knew blackhat would never look at him like a lover would but it made his heart skip a beat to imagine it.

Suddenly a pain flared up in flugs right leg as he grabbed on to his work desk narrowly avoiding falling to the ground. His soul mark prickled and throbbed as if someone was poking his mark with a sharp needle. Flug wobbled to his chair needing to sit down as the pain started to get real bad. He put his head down on the desk and took deep calming breaths as he clutched his leg trying to will the pain away. He could hear some one screaming but who? It sounded like a wounded animal. His breathing coming out as small choked sobs. After some time the pain subsided. The cool metal desk a welcome reprieve on his soaked forehead. His chest ached as if someone had ripped out his insides. He needed someone but didn’t know who. Flug could feel the call deep in his soul. The need was so great that he felt as if he might die with out them.

A memory swam across his vision. Blackhat leaning against his desk with his arms folded across his chest laughing at a younger version of himself petulantly.

“I know doctor. I’ve known it since the moment you came here. You think I’m a fool! You think I don’t know everything that happens in my own home.”

Flug watched his younger self stood there in shock of blackhat’s words.”So you knew it was me the whole time and you let me suffer. Why? You hurt when I hurt. I know you do!” Yelled younger Flug hurt and anger marring his voice.

Blackhat walked over to younger Flug, who stood his ground fists clenched head held high, and towered over him in his full height. “Get this through your head human because I’m only going to say it once. There are only two things in this world that I can say without a doubt that I love. Money and power. That will never change. It will never be you. How could I want someone as weak and fragile as you.” He said as he leveled Flug with a look of disdain.

He sat up bringing up his hand and touched his forehead. His head felt fuzzy and light like it might just float away at any second. He slipped his hand under his paper bag. His cheeks were stained with tear streaks. What the heck was that? That conversation never happened. He’d remember if he got humiliatingly rejected by his boss. That’s not just something you just forget. The pain must have been making him hallucinate. Yeah the pain. The pain had never been this bad before. Sure there were flare ups every now and then but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a little ibuprofen. This was different, more intense. Something had changed he knew it. But what could it have been? He hoped his soulmate wasn’t in any danger or pain wherever they were.

Flug’s train of thought was interrupted by a loud knocking on the lab door. He stood up slowly taking some baby steps just to make sure he was ok before walking over and looking through the peephole. He was met with a wet black nose sniffing the door. Flug righted his paper bag and coat before unlocking the door. He was greeted with a plate of meatloaf and potatoes piled high enough to feed a small family. It smelled wonderful but Flug wasn’t in the mood for food right now. “Desculpa me I guess I must’ve missed dinner again huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The bear gave him a concerning look as he tried to hand Flug his dinner. Flug shook his head and stepped back. “Gracias pansonchito. But I can’t. You know how I feel about cross contamination.” 505 put on his best puppy eyes trying to get him to give in. “Look I know I haven’t been eating right these past couple of days but I’m finished now and I promise I will eat as soon as I show jefecito the finished serum.” 505 didn’t look convinced but didn’t push. He gave Flug a small smile as he exited the lab taking the plate back to the kitchen. Flug hoped 505 wouldn’t wait up for him again. The poor thing would often like to wait up so they could fall asleep together. Flug often felt guilty for not having enough time for the bear so he vowed to make up for it with presents and handmade treats accompanied by an apology of course. He was evil not made of stone.

He closed the lab door and took a couple of calming breaths before cleaning up. The mess in his lab was starting to drive him crazy. Flug grabbed an ax from the supply closet in the corner of the lab and started chopping up the bodies of the failed experiments in to small pieces. He would’ve liked to ask demencia to throw the bodies into the incinerator for him seeing as he wasn’t strong enough but, that would mean letting her in to the lab which a no. He didn’t need more precious experiments destroyed. Flug threw the severed parts into the incinerator gagging at the putrid smell of burning flesh. He activated the air vents hoping the smell would air out by the morning. Lastly he mopped up the liquified heroes in to a biohazard bin bag and threw them in to the incinerator as well before starting in his own personal lab hygiene for the night.

Flug made his way up to blackhat’s office. It was already pretty late but he knew blackhat would want to know right away. He knocked and waited to be let in. No answer. “Jefe I’ve come with the fully functioning serum ready for distribution.” Still no answer. “Boss?” Flug took it upon himself to just let himself in. The room was empty and no sign of blackhat. It looked as if blackhat hadn’t been in here in a while judging by the mountain of paperwork left undone. Never had Flug seen blackhat neglect business work in all the time he’d been working for him. He just didn’t take days off, didn’t believe in them. The only other place to check would be his room.

Now here was the issue with that. When Flug had started working here blackhat had made it a point of telling him that if he had ever so much as thought Flug had been snooping around in there that he’d eat Flug slow and painfully while he was still living. Flug shuddered at the memory but the deadline still stood and if he disobeyed orders there would be worse consequences than death.

With his mind made up Flug climbed the stairs to the top floor of hat manor. The entire top floor was blackhat’s private chambers. He’d always been curious what the rooms up there contained. What kinds of things did blackhat like to collect? Maybe beautiful and expensive art pieces or books from ancient times with secret knowledge.

Now that Flug thought about it he didn’t really know what kinds of things blackhat liked? Blackhat being a very private person in general never talked about himself just his evil accomplishments. However by just observing him there were something’s he shared without meaning to. Like Flug knew he liked early Jazz from the 1890’s and had no love for sugary things. But not much more than that. A sad pang went through Flug’s chest. How is it that he was in love with a man that he barely even knew despite working with him for so many years?

By the time he reached the top he was trying to breath through his nose as not to alert anyone that he was fighting for his life to not pass out. Exercise had never been Flug’s strength despite being good at running from danger. Why did the manor even have stairs when it was more convenient to have an elevator. Flug figured the stairs were supposed to be more for aesthetic purposes than use since his boss didn’t really need them when he could phase through walls and fly.

This floor of the house was strange to say the least. It looked like he had just walked in to a mirror maze. There were tall black obsidian mirrors lined on the walls in place of where doors should have been. There was markings etched in to the edges of the mirrors in a language Flug couldn’t understand. He could’ve sworn he saw undefined swirling shapes and faces swimming in them. The walls were painted a dark green that had a black marbling pattern on it. As he passed them going forward he tried not to look directly at mirrors afraid that something might just be looking back at him or worse, that something might try to pull him in to the mirror trapping him in there forever. Being the house of a demon Flug didn’t doubt that the mirrors were portals to other dimensions like in the old stories his mother would tell him as a child.

Flug kept walking till he came to a red double door at the end of the hallway. He didn’t know how he knew this was blackhat’s room but he did. Flug steeled his nerves as he brought his hand up to knock when a shouting cry came from inside the room. It sounded like blackhat was in pain. Flug burst through the doors forgoing formalities as he pushed a button on his watch and it transformed in to a tranquilizer gun with bullets so potent they’d knock out and elephant in 15 seconds flat. If there was someone in here they were sure to be flugs next testing subject. But as he looked around there didn’t seem to be any danger from what he could see. Granted he could see very little with the only light being from the hallway. There was a deliciously sweet smell coming from the room. It smelled unlike any pastry he’d ever had before. It was making Flug salivate. The wail came again. It was coming from the bed in the far right corner of the room. He could hear wet slapping sounds as he got closer. The room was so dark that he didn’t see what was happening at first but as his eyes adjusted he could only watch in shock.

Blackhat on his side facing away from Flug as he used both hands to stroke two cocks. His chest and hands were covered in come. Flug quickly tried to back track out of the room quietly but ended up tripping on a discarded shoe on the floor. He fell with a grunt landing on his back.

The room went deadly silent nothing could be heard except for the fast beating of Flug’s heart in his own ears. He had even stopped breathing hoping blackhat would dismiss the noise. Blackhat sat up slowly and looked over his shoulder at Flug. His eyes were an illuminous red like two brightly burning coals raked over an open flame. “Flug?” He said with a confused sort of look. Like he couldn’t be sure if Flug was really their or not. It disturbed Flug a little.

“Perdon boss I was just coming to tell you I completed the serum” blackhat got up from the bed and started walking twords Flug his movements purposeful and unhurried. “but I can see your busy so I’ll just leave.” Flug made a dash for the door barely getting through it when two tentacles wrapped around his stomach pulling him back in to the room so that his back slammed against blackhat’s chest knocking the breath out of him for a second.

“Blackhat I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come up here I was looking for you but couldn’t find you so I thought I’d check your room. Please don’t eat me!” Flug said thrashing to get away and talking so fast as if these might be his last words. Considering the situation they very well just might be. Blackhat brought his hand up to flugs chest the sleek material of his leather gloves feeling warm to the touch as his hand slid up to flugs neck enclosing it in a lose grip. His other arm wrapped around Flugs waist. Flug went still and waited trembling and afraid for blackhat to dish out his punishment. But the harsh words didn’t come and neither did the rough maltreatment.

Blackhat nuzzled the back of his head making soft trilling and purring noises like a cat. What. “Sir? Are you ok?”

Soft lips trailed up the side of Flug’s neck to his ear making his knees almost go weak. Blackhat kissed Flug’s ear through the bag“¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” he whispered. Flug's whole body shivered.

“Sir I think somethings wrong with you. You don’t seem yourself.” He said only half heartedly trying to get away now.

Blackhat unwound his arm from flugs waist and slid it down to massage the growing bulge in Flug’s pants. Flug gripped blackhat’s wrist more for purchase than to stop him. It felt so good to finally be touched like this by the person he loved most. But he knew this wasn’t right no matter how good it felt.

“Sir please,” he gasped as he tried to pry blackhat’s hand off his crotch. “I really think we should take a look at you. Somethings obviously not right!”

“Don’t worry Flug I’ll make it right this time” blackhat said in a breathy whisper as the hand on his neck slid up under the bag so he could stroke Flug's lips with his thumb.

Flug began to panic not wanting blackhat to see his face. He started to thrash even harder than before but blackhat held him fast. He could feel tentacles already working on taking off his pants. In a last attempt he pressed the button on his watch and shot all the darts into the tentacle wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t sure if it would work but it was the only thing he could think to do. Blackhat hissed as the darts sunk in to his flesh, biting Flug on the shoulder in retaliation to the stinging from the needles. Flug could feel the grip blackhat had on him loosen till he was able to pry himself away and watch as his boss tried to take wobbly steps towards him. A hand outstretched mumbling don’t leave me as legs gave out and he fell. Flug waited a few seconds before checking to see if blackhat was completely out.

Again, what in the hell was that?! Flug looked back on the week to see what could’ve caused such a reaction from his boss. Nothing coming to mind except, except the whole tube of animal changing serum he dumped on him a couple of days ago. But that was supposed to turn you into an animal not alter your brain to being in love with someone you hated. Flug figures he’d have to do some testing on his boss to get to the bottom of this.

He righted blackhat’s pants and shirt before dragging him by the ankles out of the room. Not that there was anyone who would dare comment on the situation but still Flug felt it was the right thing to do.

As he passed the obsidian mirrors flug heard soft laughing and cackling.

“Oh my and he said he’d never complete the bond.”

“Yeah looks like the kid finally remembered how fun!”

“Well the next meeting is sure to be quite enjoyable.”

“Who’s there?”Flug said turning to face the hall of mirrors but saw nothing but only dozens of his own reflection. He turned back around and pulled a little faster not really wanting to find out who was there.

Looking down the stair case Flug had two options. Try to carry blackhat and definitely break his body in the process or an alternative solution.

“Oh well” thought Flug it not like his boss was gonna die from a little fall down the stairs.

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I had a Villainous dream last night

And this is the Fanfiction based on that dream. Enjoy!

It started with a large, haunting mansion in the countryside. It was far out in the country, and the house only had one neighbor.

Soon a scientist (aka Flug before the paper bag) moved into the mansion so he would have more room for his inventions. He didn't necessarily like the neighbors, they were just loud and partied a lot with there out of town friends. They didn't seem like the type of people who could afford the place.

Once Flug was moved in, strange things started to happen. He would see demonic shadows, things would move, bluprits shreaded. He knew it wasn't natural. But, so far, all of these seemed to just be minor inconveniences. Well except the blueprints. He memorized them and could remake them easily, but that pissed him off.

The reason Flug never tried to leave was that the entity fascinated him. But Flug made a rule. In the long red corridor, on the opposite side of the house on the third floor, there was an iron door. Flug explored every inch of the house, except there. Every time he ever went near there, he would be clawed and attacked by invisible forces. Preventing him from getting closer. That must have been the creatures layer, so he stayed away.

After a while, he started sitting on his balcony to think. The countryside was lovely, and Flug had to admit. His neighbors could be amusing sometimes. He would. Normally see them partying and celebrating near the pool, or inside, enjoying a barbeque. It was almost always the same 4 sets of cars full of people at the party. Most of the cars were trash, but most were. fancier. They all seemed to have fun and get along. And Flug thought it was amusing to watch their shenanigans every once and a while. It was better than the chanles he had on TV.

One day. 5 more cars pulled in, late to the party. They were nice black cars with tinted windows. Flug didn't recognize anyone who got out of the cars. Most of them were wearing tank tops and jeans, some had tea shirts and sweets. There was only one man there who dressed nicely. He got out of the car in a full black suit. 3 very large and vicious looking dogs had also gotten out of the car with him. Flug got a bad feeling and got out his phone to call the police. Even if they were too far out in the country to actually get some police here anytime soon.

Flugs heart dropped when the suited man, assumably the leader, motied something and everyone pulled out guns.

Flug knew the neighbors had children... And this wasn't good. They looked like a gang. They probably were one. And they wouldn't attack someone for no reason. So the man who owned the house must have done some gang work to get the money to bye the place. This was bad. And it only got worse.

One of the gang members saw Flug on his balcony. On the phone. Almost Immediately three armed men and one of the monster dogs quickly made their way over to his house. Flug bolted. He needed to hide. He knew it wouldn't work. Even if he did hide, the dog would sniff him out.

He could have used one of his inventions to defend himself, but all of the ones that he could use to defend himself were locked up on the first floor. He was on the second. He needed to make it to the attic. Now.

He ran, moving anything he could to make it harder for them to get to him. It wasn't going to help much, but it was something. Then. The sound of glass breaking. And a howle. Did the dog jump through a window? Flug pailed. And ran. He had to get upstairs. But the stairs were so far away! Why was this house so big! He could hear the dog get closed...and closer...and he finally made his way to the stairs when he herd a crash behind him. On reflex he turned and then-

Large claws were met with the right side of his face, nearly blinding his right eye. Then it pounced on top of him. Flug did his best to hold the beast off, but his attempts were futile. This was it. This was how he was going to die. Being mauled to death by an overgrown mutt.

And then he saw it. The demonic shadow that has haunted this mansion for years before he moved hear. Was it hear to watch him die? If it was, then why did it look angry? The shadow raised what seemed to be its hand, and swiped down. Flug squeezed his eyes closed as he heard a whimper and felt something fall limply on top of him. He opened his eyes to see that the dog was dead. The entire right side of his face was shreaded.

Well, an eye for an eye.

Flug quickly pushed the beast off of him and ran up the stairs. He started to bead for the attic stairs when claw marks were suddenly scratched into the wall, cutting Flug off. It was the shadow. Did he not want Flug to go that way? The shadow made a vague gesture to Flug. Did he want Flug to follow him?

Flug heard gunshots. And they were close. Way to close for comfort. Screw it. He would rather follow this eldrich demon looking ass than get shot any day.

He ran, following the demon through every twist an turn he took him through. Then he froze. It was the crimson hallway. The shadow wanted to follow him through the door and into the den of the creature who claimed this house. Should he? The shadow was inviting him, right? This should be fine? Right?

Flug started to cautiously walked towards the door. The shadow was gone, and the air was getting thick. He got closer and closer, and no invisible forces have attacked him yet. So he continued. Closer and closer until he made it to the door.

He lightly knocked on the door, and it swung open. He was about to head inside when he heard a gunshot. A loud one. And pain spiked through his shoulder. He couldn't help but scream out in pain. He felt something grab him and yank him into the room and he herd the large iron door slam shut.

Flug gasped at the pain and looked around the room. It wasn't a room. It was a hallway. Nearly identical to the previous hallway he was just in. Almost. Identical. The walls, instead of being crimson, were a dark grey, almost black, and had a lighter grey pattern of skulls. The floor, instead of the brown flooring was white wood with a dark purple carpet. All in all, very visually appealing.

"You're not supposed to to be heard." A voice behind him stated angerly. Flug quickly turned to give an apology, but he froze at what he saw. It was a man. But it wasn't a man. Was it a demon? Before he could ask, the demon spoke up again. "What on earth happened to you?" He questioned. If Flug wasn't in shock, hed almost mistake the demos demanding expression for one of annoyance and concern.

"D-dog," Flug sputtered out, "Neighbors. Gang fight. Atack dogs."

The demon looked. Mad. Very mad. "And you got caught in the middle of this?" He asked. Flug nodded. "Fine. Ill help you. Under one condition." He stated. Flug looked at him, curious about what it would be. "I'll help you. If. You agree to be mine." Flug looked shocked. There were so many things that could be narrowed down to. But what confused him was why the demon wanted him. He tried to ask but he was losing to much blood. He felt as if he was about to faint.

Flug nodded. In an attempt to get an answer out before he fainted. But that wasn't good enough. The demon grabbed his face, forcing Flug to look directly at him. "I need a verbal answer, doc. Tell me, will you be mine. Only mine." He demanded. Flug tried, but he was close to passing out. He couldn't. "Come on, doctor. You can do it." He said, a sly tone in his voice. After a moment of trying, Flug managed to wine out.

"Y-yours. Only yours."

Befor he passed out.

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The Ink Artist

The art classroom was quiet, the only sound heard was Riley’s even breathing and the sound of the ink covered pen she held.

Her animation was almost complete and many basic sketches of the two main characters littered the table she sat at. She was currently working on an idea for her next episode.

Her wavy chocolate brown locks were in a loose side braid.

She was about average height but still wore heeled brown boots to make her look a bit taller. Her body was what she considered ‘fluffy’, an excuse for her slightly chubby body.

She wore a baggy hooded plaid shirt, red and black, and black leggings underneath.

Her eyes, hazel and huge, were protected by a pair of big round glasses and her cheeks were rosy.

Her skin was beige (although it was hard to tell by the ink that covered her hands), similar to most hispanic people, and her lips, plump, were a gorgeous shade of pink.

The door opens and in comes Amanda Mary Drew, Riley’s best (and only) friend.

Mandy was a pretty and kind girl.

Like Riley, she was ‘fluffy’ and sported rosy cheeks.

Her skin was a bit lighter and she wore some fake glasses, which she claimed were repelling blue light, that made her look good and smart at the same time.

“H..Hey, Muh-muh...Mands!” the brunette’s face turned a light pink in embarrassment as she struggled to speak. She sighs and looks down to keep working on the outline.

Mandy smiles at her, a quiet ‘hey’ leaving her lips as she sat down beside her.

“So, you’re still working on these two goofs, huh?” Mandy picks up the paper, the two main characters from before on the paper.

Riley smiles and nods.

The names Candy and Charlie were in big letters and two children were on the page. Both looked to be made of candy, marshmallows, and sported crowns on their heads. The girl, Candy, and the boy, Charlie, both siblings. Mandy smiles back and puts the drawing back down.

“Hey, did you hear? Jeff killed someone else.” Riley perks up at the familiar name, her attention turning to the smaller female as she opens her bag and pulls out a newspaper. The words, ‘JEFF STRIKES AGAIN’ on the front. It showed a picture of a woman, crying, holding her child. The little boy had a grin cut into his face and you could see that he was stabbed multiple times. Riley smirks to herself, opening the paper and reading,

Jeff the Killer strikes again, murdering a twelve year old boy by the name of Allen. He was found in his bed, stabbed about twenty times and a smile carved into his face. Police haven’t found him quite yet and it is very obvious that they are getting frustrated with how this killer keeps escaping from them—

She sighs, handing it back to Mandy who takes it and shoves it in her bag.

“Hey, wanna g-go out and get suh-suh-something? Lunch starts i-i-in thirty muh-muh-minutes and I really whu-whu-want some Mcdonalds.” Riley suddenly asks, putting down her pen and getting up to stretch. She heard Mandy let out an ‘Okay.’ as she begins putting away her supplies.

“I’m home!” Riley groans in annoyance, turning up the volume of the tv. A cartoon was playing, Spongebob is what the brunette remembered it was called, and Riley couldn’t help but ignore her mother’s boyfriend when he walked in the room with a bag of chinese takeout.

“Hey, dude!” he exclaims once he sees her, a smile on his face as he sits next to her. She smiles at him, “Hey, Duh-Duh-Dylan” leaving her lips before she goes back to her drawing. She hears the crinkling of the plastic bag , the smell of orange chicken and chow mein hitting her as soon as she looks up at him with a questioning look on her face.

He was young, 34 from what Riley remembered, with dark fluffy hair and an average body. He was always around, more than Riley’s mom, and Riley couldn’t help but feel like he was her father. He smiles his huge, white smile at her as he started to put food on a plate.

“Your mom is gonna work late,” he hands her the plate, “So I decided we could hang out.”

“Yeah, t-th-that sounds c-cool.” she smiles, putting her sketchbook down as she starts to dig in.

“So, you still drawing in ink only?” he asks before taking a bite of his food. Riley nods, glancing down at the inked sketch from before.

“Maybe t-t-tomorrow I’ll c-c-color it?” Dylan laughs, making the teen lift a brow.

“What’s s-so fuh-funny?” She asks, slightly glaring at him.

“Kid, you always say that! Last week you said you’d color in the last one but you ended up not doing it.”

“Yeah, but that d-d-doesn’t mean I-I-I won’t th-th-this time!”

Riley remembered how she only colored her art when her dad was around. When he died she stopped adding color in anything. She remembered her dad, a tall and cheerful man who loved his family more than anything.

But things change.

An hour passed, it was now 10:30 of the night and Villainous was now playing on the tv.

Riley yawns, drawing in ink like always and glancing at her soon to be step father. He was watching the spanish cartoon intently, chuckling whenever Dr. Flug did something goofy.

The front door opens, footsteps sounding as they made their way to the living room.

“Oh, hey, love!” Her mother says, walking in and heading straight to Dylan to give him a kiss.

“Hey, Lori!” He chuckles when she grins at him before she glances at her daughter and sneers at her.

She still doesn’t forgive me..

Riley sighs, looking away from her mother and to the tv. Black Hat was advertising some kind of villain summer getaway.

Lori Lawrence hated her daughter. She didn’t hate her for no reason, no, she hated her because Riley’s father had died two years earlier in search of a perfect birthday gift for their wonderful talented daughter. They had gotten a phone call at 1 in the morning and apparently some guy hit him with his car after looking down at his phone. Lori had fallen into depression, not eating or sleeping. Whenever Riley went near her she’d scream and yell at her, telling her that it was her fault. That if she didn’t exist then he wouldn’t have left the house and he wouldn’t have gotten ran over.

And as she got better, she started to be gone. Longer than the day before. She had left, once, for a month. She never answered the phone when it was her daughter. Luckily for Riley, Dylan soon came into the picture. He had added some happiness in her life as well as Mandy.

“I’m going to b-bed.” she mutters, standing up and making her way to her room with her sketchbook in hand.

It wasn’t her fault that her dad wanted to make her happy.

But it still hurt the sixteen year old that her mom blamed her for her dad’s death.

That night Riley lay awake in her twin bed. This wasn’t the first time, she’s had insomnia since that fateful night. But she always ended up asleep by midnight.

She glances at her phone, the screen illuminating the room for a couple seconds as she reads the time. 3:13 it read, before turning off.

The sound of footsteps in the hall got her attention, shuffling and breathing passing her room. She knew it wasn’t her mother or Dylan, they were out at some bar getting drunk. With a shaky sigh, Riley pulled the duvet off of her and sat up, stretching a bit before making her way to her door.

The shuffling stopped as soon as she opened the door but she heard glass drop in the kitchen, and the ‘crunch’ of walking over the glass.

Taking in a deep breath, Riley quietly makes her way to the kitchen. There was part of a glass plate lying on the wooden floor, the other half smashed into bits all over the floor. No one was in the kitchen but once the young teen looked out the window her heart sped up and she felt the color drain from her face.

There was a tall man under a lamp post, all other light on the street gone other than the one that hit him. He wore a suit, and he wouldn’t have freaked Riley out much if she hadn’t noticed that he had no face. Tentacles came out of his back and he was ‘staring’ at Riley.

He tilted his head when she quickly clutched her chest, her heart beating fast and her throat closing from the fear.

The light quickly turns off, darkness taking over the street and he was gone.

Riley was too busy trying to control her breathing to realizes that she fell to her knees on top of the glass shards, her vision was getting blurry and she only heard static before she passed out.

“What’s w-wrong with y-you?”

Mandy jumps, the fluffy haired girl visibly deflating in relief when she sees the ink artist. Riley noticed her tear filled eyes and quickly hugs Mandy.

“What’s w-wrong?” Riley asks again, more quietly this time.

“My parents.. They.. Kicked me out..” Mandy burst into tears in her friend’s arms.

“You c-c-can stay w-w-with me i-i-if you’d like.” Riley said.

Mandy had really strict parents who usually made her do what they want. They had disowned one of Mandy’s older brothers just because he was bisexual so Riley didn’t really question why they would kick out Mandy.

“Are you sure? What about your mom and Dylan?” Mandy looked up at the brunette, “I don’t want to be a burden.” Riley smiles at her.

“Don’t worry about it, Mands. They’re buh-both guh-guh-gonna be gone f-fo-for a month to Hawaii. T-to make u-up the h-honeymoon the-they never had.” Riley rolls her eyes, slowly letting go of the shorter female, “My mom c-can’t s-say anything a-about it, she’s ne-never home anyways.”

“Okay, thank you so much,” Mandy smiles, her eyes were now puffy, “If it’s okay, can you drive me to your place then? My parents didn’t let me get any of my things..”

“Y-y-yeah! I’ll text you whu-what my car looks like.”

“What do you have after lunch again?” Mandy asks, putting her backpack on.

“I-I-I have a-a-art, dummy!” Riley giggled as Mandy facepalms.

“I’ll see you later then, Riles.” Mandy says, walking out the door.

“Hey, R-R-Riley!” Devin, the school douche says as she passes by her, shoving her to the side as he made his way to his seat. The art teacher walked in shortly after and started taking role. Then he began speaking about drawing something christmas themed because the finals were coming up.

She’s been drawing the creature she’s been seeing.

Tall man with no facial features, just a pale white face, and tentacles coming out of him.

She hasn’t stopped seeing him.

Three times now.

That’s how many times she’s seen the creature in the past two months.

The second time he had been standing on her front porch and she had noticed him through a window.

The third was at school, she was busy trying to finish her Lit Writ homework outside of class and had looked up to see him a couple yards away.

They always ended with her passing out.

And slowly Riley noticed some other things appearing.

Jeff the Killer had shown up in her room the night before.

But he didn’t kill her, no, he just stood at the foot of her bed and stared down at her. He had slowly made his way to stand next to her before he whispered the words, ‘Go to sleep’, gently tracing a smile on the younger girl’s lips and up to her cheeks before she passed out.

Riley looks down at her sketchbook, opening it up and adding more ink to the newest drawing.

She was drawing Jeff this time, just in ink, her emotions going through her and onto the page.

She sighed, glancing down at her hands that were covered in ink. The sticky dark substance was covering her arm, all the way up to her elbows.

Strange.. She thinks, staring at her arms before going back to the sketchbook.

“He said something christmas themed, you stuttering freak!” Mandy’s boyfriend slams his hand on her sketchbook, laughing at his own comment before he quickly throws her pens and sketchbook to the floor.

It’s going to be a long day.. Riley thinks, glaring at the male before picking up her supplies.

Two hours later, Riley and Mandy were in her home eating leftovers from the night before.

“Hey, why are your arms covered in ink?” Mandy asked the quiet girl, watching her inking a drawing that she recognized as Jeff the Killer.

“I-I don’t know. It won’t co-come off. I b-blame Devin and his fuh-fuh-friends. I have spanish with th-them and tha-that class always ha-ha-has me asleep by the e-end so..”

Mandy nods, watching Riley get up and walk to the living room.

It was lunch again, Riley was in the art room eating and drawing. The art teacher told her to try and get the project done so she decided to just do it at lunch. It’s been a month, the ink on her arms has only spread up her body, her legs and arms were dripping ink everywhere and she often spit out ink. She sighs, tugging the sleeves of her plaid shirt down more. Her mom had arrived two nights ago but left in the morning. Riley stares at the drawing, wanting to color it but deciding against it.

A yell made her whip her head up, her bangs covering an eye as she stared at the door. After a couple seconds and hearing another yell followed by laughter, she quickly got up and walked to the door.

Was that Mandy? Her only thought. Her heart beat sped up and she felt the ink dripping faster.

Taking a long and deep breath, Riley quietly opened the metal door. The sight made her angry, the sight of her best friend in pain making her hate Devin more than ever.

Her blood boiled at the sight of Devin lifting his hand to smack Mandy again, tears were streaming down her cheeks and Riley could see the red outlining of a handprint on Mandy’s cheek.

Devin’s friends were surrounding them, two turning to see who opened a door.

Riley felt the ink fall to the floor, but instead of hearing the drip drop of liquid, she heard a ‘clang’.

The kind that metal hitting the floor makes.

Riley looked down, noticing that it was a knife; a long bladed knife with a dark handle and it looked like the thing was melting.

It didn’t take long for Riley to notice that it was made of ink and that’s why it was dripping.

A ‘smack’ was heard, followed by laughter again and Riley picked up the knife, looking up and glaring at Devin and his friends.

“Let her go.”

Devin looked startled and looked over at Riley for a second. Mandy stood next to him, tears rolling down her face and a trembling lip.

The sight made Riley even angrier than before.

Devin rolled his eyes and nodded his head at the tallest kid in his ‘gang’.

Riley recognizes him as Julio, the douche who’s been making fun of her stutter all year. Anger burned through Riley’s veins and she felt like she was melting because of it.

“What the fuck is happening to your face?” Devin gaped as Riley tilted her head in slight confusion, “it’s melting!” Devin took a step back. Julio made a disgusted sound but didn’t back down, just stood in front of the ‘melting’ girl.

Julio took a step back, making Riley whip her head in his direction before a feeling started to form inside Riley. She knew what the feeling was, knowing it was not a feeling but an urge. Something that she really craved. A low growl sounded, coming past her lips made Julio take a step back one again. Riley then launched forward, stabbing and punching the teenage boy in front of her.

Nothing could stop her from hurting him, her anger only growing as she sliced at his body, the crimson blood oozing out of the cuts and onto the floor.

Riley felt something in her brain snap, wondering if it was her sanity before a huge grin starts to take place on her face.

The teenagers in front of her stared in terror, not knowing how to react to what they were seeing.

Riley’s irises had changed to cut pies, similar to the old Pac-Man, and her mouth was stretched up to her ears in a Cheshire cat like grin. Her teeth had sharpened. Ink oozed down her face, coving an eye as she shoved the tall teen against a wall, her knife long forgotten. Something flowed down Riley’s forehead, covering her eyes till the only thing she saw was the dark oozing color of ink

Her arm starts taking a different form, the ink crawling up and forming a long spiked spear. The boy she had against the wall sobbing. Riley felt her grin widen even more at the sounds he was making, inky drool slowly falling to the ground as she lifted her arm up and stabbed him in the abdomen. She didn’t stop there though, no, Riley couldn’t stop the anger she felt.

Angry because her mother hasn’t texted her.

Angry because Mandy wouldn’t defend herself from her boyfriend.

Angry because Devin was running away, phone in hand and calling the cops.

Angry because the boy under her was surprisingly still alive.

So she did what only her biggest role model did.

She turned to where she had abandoned her knife earlier, her arm lifting up and shooting a strand of ink at it and yanking it towards her.

That was just like spiderman! She turned back to the kid who was still clinging on to life, her giant grin turning to a huge sharp toothed sneer as she started stabbing him repeatedly in anger and madness. The only thing that stopped her murderous rage was when the police arrived. They found her sitting next to the body, that Cheshire grin once again on her face as she watched her masterpiece.

Julio Henderson had fifty three stab wounds, thirty in his abdomen and the rest either on his chest or throat. His face had dark bruises on it from Riley’s punches and he had deep claw marks on his arms and cheek. The cops stared at Riley, hunched over and giggling as she talked to something that wasn’t there.

It was hard for the cops to get the girl into their car but once they did she was driven down to the police station. Once she had arrived they had dragged her to a room and sat her down.

“Full name?”

“Riley Diana L-Law-Lawrence.”

“Age?”

“Si-si-sixteen.”

“Family?”

“Lori Lawrence, m-m-mother, Dylan Greene, h-h-her boyfriend.”

“Lori Lawrence? The lawyer?” The man stared at Riley with wide brown eyes. He was an average man with combed back hair and a frown. Riley nods.

“We didn’t know she had a daughter.”

“S-she doesn’t s-speak of m-me muh-much..” he makes a face, something that looks like a ‘I can see why’ look.

“Motive for attacking?”

“Devin ha-has b-been abusing m-my best friend. His fuh-fuh-friend had th-the nerve to do it a-as well and I snapped.”

He nods, writing something down before getting up. Riley started giggling to herself, looking down at her cuffed hands before bursting into laughter. The sound of her joy echoing through the halls.

When the man returned, all he found was a couple of drops of ink and the cuffs laying on the chair, the echo of Riley’s laughter sounding through the room as the man ran out in a panic.

NEW KILLER ON THE LOOSE

There’s a new killer on the loose, many know her as Riley D. Lawrence, the daughter of Lori Lawrence, the lawyer. Lori is devastated at the thought of her daughter going insane and is retiring from her job in hopes of waiting for her daughter to come home. No one knows where Riley is but we do know that she is near. Last night a boy by the name of Justin was murdered by Riley, his organs were hanging from the chandelier and his upper body was outside of his home. The words ‘The Artist’ were written on his room’s wall multiple times. It appears that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.

A scoff rang through the kitchen, the sound of a fork scraping a plate heard. Lori glared at the paper, glancing down at her phone that marked the time.

11:22

In half an hour she would be leaving on a date with Dylan.

“She just wants attention..” she muttered, standing up and turning to go to the living room.

A giant puddle of ink stopped her.

Lori stared at it in confusion, that had not been there when she walked into the kitchen. The ink was bubbling, dark huge bubbles of ink and after a couple seconds a giant bubble appeared and popped.

Lori stared in terror at the sight. It was a girl, with long wavy chocolate brown locks and hazel eyes. But her irises were cut pies, like the old Pac-Man or Mickey Mouse and she sported a Cheshire cat like grin that went up to her ears.

The Artist glared at her mother, her grin ever present as her mother took two steps back in fear.

“Hi, muh-mommy.” she whispered, ominously.

There was another figure standing in the shadows, shaggy burnt hair and white leathery skin making Lori scream as she realized her daughter had a partnership with Jeff the Killer.

Riley wasted no time in stabbing her mother, a cackle leaving her lips as she stabbed her repeatedly.

Lori Lawrence was dead.

And The Artist was ready to go after many other people who had ruined her life.

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