and then the ghosts ate them

Humans are Weird: Spices

Alien: Today in my “Human Studies” book, I’m reading about human foods.

Human: Ooh, cool.

Alien: But I’m not sure this is accurate. It says here that humans purposely ingest a plant high in a pain-causing chemical, capsaicin.

Human: Oh, peppers? Yeah. Spicy.

Alien: But why would you want to eat something that causes you pain?

Human: Some people like the burn. I think it causes the same sort of reaction as drinking alcohol…?

Alien: That activity doesn’t make sense to me either. Can we discuss it after?

Human: Sure.

Alien: So, these “peppers.” Do you enjoy eating them?

Human: Me? Well, not by themselves. But I do like somewhat spicy foods. My brother, though, he likes them much hotter. He’s eaten some really spicy peppers, even ate a ghost pepper by itself.

Alien: Ghost pepper.

Human: Yeah, it’s the spiciest natural pepper. His face got pretty red, and he got the hiccups.

Alien: That… doesn’t sound like a healthy reaction.

Human: It just means that it’s a really spicy pepper. I mean, if I ate one of those, it might kill me, but he was fine.

Alien. Why would it kill you?

Human: Too spicy. You have to have a tolerance for capsaicin or it can literally kill you. And the ghost pepper is so hot that to handle it, you gotta wear gloves.

Alien: Your planet has plants that can KILL people, and which you can’t handle directly, and your brother ATE ONE, by ITSELF??

Human: Yeah.

Alien: …

Human: He says that when he gets desensitized to ghost pepper, he wants a Carolina Reaper.

Alien: I’m almost afraid to ask.

Human: …

Alien: What’s a Carolina Reaper?

Human: A pepper scientifically engineered for spiciness. It’s currently the world’s hottest pepper.

Alien: *stares at human in disbelief*

Alien: *stares at human studies book*

Alien: *stares at human again*

Alien: *whispers to self* How… how are humans real?

Shy

  I don’t know what took over me last night. All my family members were awake leaving me no scope to sleep with their chatters sounding around the entire house, and I felt this drive inside me to write you guys something that I myself need often.
   I hope you all enjoy this. Let me know how you feel about it in the ask box or just add it in the tags of your reblog. I love getting feedback as it helps me to ensure I’m doing well enough for you all.

Love, 
Admin Ayu.

Pair: Johnny x Reader 
POV: First person
Genre: Smut

Originally posted by nctinfo

It was as if spreading me wide was his hobby, because he always seemed to take great pleasure in it. I would catch the glint in his eyes as they would drink in my rawness before him, enamoured by reluctance and shyness that became clearer every time my heart thumped loudly against my chest.

   I would close my eyes and my chest would arch as a sigh reverberated in my throat every time I felt his finger stealthily run across my slit. I knew the moisture between my legs would always excite his cock, and if I was lucky I’d get to witness it myself. But mostly, I was left to imagine it behind my closed eyelids as the tension from his touch spread throughout my entire body in form of goosebumps. He’d get my eyes shut tight with his actions every time, and I hated how much I loved it.

   It was as if time could stop whenever his digits brushed against my walls, because I could feel nothing around me. In the stillness of my own realm, I would quiver as two of his long and sleek fingers drove inside me, his knuckles meeting the skin of my inner thigh and even though that contact was the least sexual, it still set my body on fire.

   His face would be on the valley between my breasts to nuzzle again, those breasts he loved, and worshipped, and cherished. During hugs, I often pulled his head and softly set him against my chest every time he was going through a hard time. I, a reluctant lover, would always fail to remain quiet by the time the tip of his tongue slyly travelled to my nub. I’d feel his plump, needy lips curl slightly against the softer skin around my taut nipples, inwardly rejoicing his victory.

   His hands would run down my sides and land on my hips and he’d bruise me there, knowing that I was a sucker for that. His rough yet warm hands would find bliss against my soft and colder skin. As the wet appendage inside his mouth would circle my nipple and suck on it with great attention, I’d feel my head in the clouds and my eyes watering in unspeakable pleasure.

After what would seem like eternity of him tending to my breasts, he’d fondle them a little more before kissing down further. His mouth would ghost over my heat, by then dripping and wanton, and he’d wait till my seemingly unenthusiastic hands flew to clutch onto his hair and gently push him closer to my south. Then, he’d do so delightfully before commenting about how beautiful I looked from down there or how delectable I smelled.

   Not long after I’d come all over his face, because he always ate me out so well. His lips always sucked well on my clitoris, the tip of his tongue knew how to tease my entrance and the skin that came before, and he’d also generously lap his tongue and give it a lasting lick. He’d smilingly let me spray his grin because I’d let him graciously and gracefully spray my walls as well. He knew I didn’t like my own release so he would wipe his face and lick his lips clean, before coming up to kiss me.

   “Johnny…” I’d whimper after the kiss that usually left me breathless, my hands by then roaming his back, nailing his chest, groping his ass.

   After that, he would put his cock inside me. To me it was thick and big, to me it filled me up more than any other cock ever could. Its warmness, in contrast to the rest of his body, would make me feel at home. I’d shudder when he’d finally push his entire length successfully in my heat, my arms slithering around his body and my eyes delving into his. His eyes would study my flushed face, my parted lips, and my wanton breaths shortened by anticipation; before he’d pull out fully to slam back in. The heated friction would have my eyes rolling as throaty moans escaped my mouth every time. His lips would often land on my chin as my crown would rather rest on the pillow rather than the back of my head, since my entire body would  arch up to his as he generally thrust pleasure in my system.

   Before long, he’d approach his high, making sure his thumb drove against my sensitive and prominent clitoris to ensure I could no longer feel my legs later.

   I’d somehow come again before him, shame making my wails cower. He’d come inside me shortly after, and still pump with vigour as if we were making love for the fifth or sixth time ever, while the feeling was still new and yet addictive. His hips would snap against mine until he wasn’t squirting anymore of his juices, before collapsing on my exhausted body. Sweaty and warm, I would feel the comfort that almost immediately relinquished his weight that crushed me to an extent. My hands would gingerly wrap around his chest as I’d bury my face in the crook of his neck. Before long, he’d move to his side and pull me in his arms, caging me in the warmth I had been friends with for long then.


“Do we have sex or do we make love?” I asked one night as my fingers ran across his bare back, our heaving chests in perfect rhythm against each other.

   Cold air hit my neck as he lifted his face to mine, “Don’t we always make love?”

   “Do we?” I prodded on the man’s poor heart which always loved me and made sure my heart was brimming with it.

   He smiled softly as he tucked my hair behind my ears, “I guess we have to make love soon again to make you realise that we aren’t just having sex.”

   “… why not?” I tried to flash a confident grin, but I am sure he had caught the blush tinging my cheeks and the coyness in my eyes. 

DannyMay Day Two: Fire/Ice

…Danny was in a particularly good mood today. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the Box Ghost was safely tucked away inside the Fenton Thermos™. He was on his way home to drop off his school bag and head over to Tucker’s place for a fun filled weekend of video games and junk food. Reaching for the doorknob, the light breeze ruffling his hair made him smile, nothing could ruin this day. 

His Ghost sense went off, Danny forgot about Murphy’s Law. 

Tearing open the door expecting the worst possible situation to end all situations he comes face to face with none other than Vlad Masters. It’s worse than he could have ever imagined. Several emotions passed through him, confusion, disbelief, anger, suspicion, dread, exasperation. He decides to stick with anger, anger is easy when it comes to Vlad. Mustering up his best glare he marches up to where his parents and Vlad are sitting in the living room. 

“What is HE doing here” 

Danny angrily says while pointing at Vlad, all the while glaring at the man with enough intensity to curdle milk. 

“Danny-boy! Vladdy here dropped by to say hello!” 

Jack responds jubilantly and unaware of the uncomfortable tension in the room. Maddie, on the other hand, was scowling just as hard as Danny. They made eye contact and agreed that this was very unpleasant and suspicious. 

“Hello Daniel, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop in on my best friend” 

Every smooth word dripping with sarcasm and the smugness of a man who’s victory is assured. Grinning he continued, all the while looking Danny directly in the eyes.

“I just came up with a new ghost theory and I just had to come share it with the best ghost hunters in all of Amity Park.” 

Feeling pleased with himself he grins even wider at the brief unease that passes over the teen’s expression. Danny schools his features and just as he is about to say something The Fenton Ghost Alarm™ goes off. 

“GHOST!” 

Jack yells as he grabs a Fenton Bazooka and sprints out the door. Maddie looking torn between following Jack and staying to keep an eye on Vlad. In the end, she knows Jack can’t do it alone. 

“Vlad, you stay here and watch Danny for me.” 

She says as she grabs a Fenton Anti-Ecto Net™ zooming towards the door. Stopping long enough to whisper to Danny

“Don’t let him out of your sight, and don’t let him in the lab”

Danny nods, satisfied with the determination in his eyes, she jumps out. The moment the door clicks into place a bright light erupts, Danny Phantom taking a defensive stance.

“Alright Fruit-Loop, what do you really want” 

Vlad sneers at the nickname, stands up and brushes imaginary dust off his already immaculate suit.

“Nothing really Little Badger, just thought of stopping by and checking up on you and your mother” 

Danny crosses his arms and looks about ready to gag

“First of all EWW… and second, we both know you live off of ulterior motives, so out with it" 

“Quite perspective of you Daniel, I’m extremely impressed” 

He sighs, the exasperated expression on his face only adds to his already “holier than thou” attitude. 

“I did actually have a new ghost theory, one that you will absolutely love 

Trying his best to hide the dread creeping up on him, Danny lights his hands with an ectoplasmic green glow in preparation for the inevitable battle. Vlad crosses his arms behind his back.

“Did you know about Ghost Cores Daniel?” 

At the knowing look in the teen’s eyes, he grinned like the cat who ate the canary. Check Mate.

“I have been studying them and their properties, and uncovered a very interesting piece of information that will change the way we think about ghosts” 

“And by studying you mean secretly gathering data by spying on me?” 

Danny quips sarcastically with a scowl and a level of done-ness that only a teenager can muster. 

“Details young Daniel, anyway, you have an ice core which is what allows you to utilize your ice powers. This is the reason your ghost sense comes in the form of an icy breath from deep within your lungs. However, there are different cores depending on each Ghost…” 

“Why are you telling me this, I doubt that it’s to help me understand my own powers” 

Vlad continues as if he never heard Danny. 

“…Some have neutral cores, without any extraordinary power, others have electro cores….” 

Suddenly looking Danny directly in the eyes. An almost manic grin threatening to split his face in half. He slides over real close with the speed that only a ghost could achieve. Danny, startled by the abrupt movement, stumbles back a few feet and falls on his back. 

“And some ghosts…” 

He lifts his hands so they are within Danny’s line of sight. Then they spontaneously burst into flames. 

“…have fire cores” 

Danny’s eyes grow comically wide, taking in Vlad’s flaming hands, hungrily absorbing the oxygen in the air. However, Danny just stares as he slowly floats back up into a standing position. Dumbfounded and unable to decide what to do or say. 

“Quite impressive don’t you think?” 

“…Actually, yeah, that’s really cool”

Who Lives Under Briar Elementary and High School?

Briar Elementary and High is a small school of just under three hundred students, from first grade all the way to senior year. It’s spaced between two buildings and has been running since the early 1900’s, although it was just a high school academy back then.

And apparently there’s a monster in there now.

It’s just little things that leads people to believe there’s something supernatural lurking in the halls. The things that would go missing, only to turn up later caked in muddy finger prints. The food theft, mostly lunchboxes, but sometimes whole pizzas would just vanish into thin air. Hearing something crawling under the floor. And the hissing you can sometimes hear while in the girl’s bathroom in the highschool. If you go in there alone, sometimes you’ll make out whispers.

There’s three rumors about what it really is. I’ll go over each one.

Keep reading

Utter Failure

Imagine a fox, sitting in a rather sparse apartment. Wearing old and stained clothes, eating a sad frozen dinner, sitting in front of a TV that barely gets reception. On a nearby desk are stacks of dusty papers and a number of broken down dioramas. He barely touches his food, he’s much too depressed to eat. 

He heads to his room, there’s only a mattress, an electric fan, and a framed photo. The picture shows a happy family; a husband, a wife, and a young boy holding a rather large fish. He remembers the day that picture was taken. They were camping, every year they would go to the lake and stay for the weekend, they fished hours on end, ate s’mores around the campfire, and told ghost stories. He was the happiest fox in the world. 

But then he left them. He dreamt too big. He thought that, one day, he could catch a break, that he could get his chance to prove himself. He kept trying, he kept fighting, but all that did was cause more harm than good. With no money, no job, no hope, he left his family knowing that they would be better off without him. He never told his son he was never coming back. Before he was even out the door, his son ran to him, asking if they’ll go back to the lake soon, it was nearing that time they would usually go. He told his son that he wasn’t sure if they could that year. But when he heard his sad little voice, something came over him. He turned to his son and told him that when he returns, he’ll take him to the lake. 

But he never did. He never came back. He never watched his son grow up. The pain in his chest burned, the throbbing in his head grew, but all of it was interrupted by a knock at his door. 

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a rather nervous fox. The moment he saw him, he knew it was his son. But in that moment, he felt terrified and ashamed. Why did he come here? How did he find him? Is he angry? But before he even said a word, he felt a warm embrace. As they both wept, their pain melted away. Through their tears they spoke in broken voices, his son was never angry, he was never ashamed of him, he had only missed him.  And his son learned his father always loved him. It has been so long, they never wanted to let go. 

But then the old fox saw them. A pair of long fuzzy ears behind his son. Standing in the hallway was a bunny with violet eyes. She seemed touched by the whole scene, barely containing her tears. After a moment of awkward silence, the bunny and the fox collect themselves. 

The bunny hands him a white envelope. And when he peeks at its contents, his eyes light up, his heart flutters, and as he looks up he sees the two of them side by side, hand in hand, watching him. 

He had no words, only joy. 

10

amy acker | “James kept telling me he thought we would be love interests.”

james marsters | “I kinda hoped Fred and Spike would have a relationship, but it never happened. I thought it would be a great counterpoint because she’s so wholesome and wonderful and he’s so not. Yeah… I thought that they were gonna go that way from the very beginning when I was a ghost and she was being nice to me… but then they decided to go elsewhere. I don’t know why.” (x)

 i started playing Skyrim again and I used the Live Another Life mod and so my Khajiit woke up in the middle of the woods after being mugged and left for dead, wandered around, found a dead bandit and a horse, rode the horse and fled from a pack of wolves AND a saber cat, found a friendly-seeming Inn and sold all the food on her person to be able to afford a bed. The saber-cat then materialized INSIDE THE INN and i had to PUNCH IT TO DEATH because i had no weapons except my MEATY CLAWS and then a ghost came out of nowhere and told me to go find his sword. I said okay.

I got lost and found Markarth and somehow became part of a rebellion and got arrested and then got some cool feather clothes for helping the Forsworn kill Ever Single Guard In The City after I shivved a guy for them. I fled and found a mine and punched Every Forsworn To Death and took a guys heart and then ate it for Science. The people who owned the mine thanked me and gave me money so I could buy a dog.

I love Skyrim

Coming out of the darkness

Title: Coming Out Of The Darkness

Fandom: Bendy and the Ink Machine

Summary: Bendy and Boris finally get to leave the workshop in broad daylight, their day led by Henry….but things take turn for the worse…

Let me tell you a small poem first about what’s in this story.

Roses are Red,
I love my Senpai, If you hate yaoi, I can only tell you bye-bye!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Are you guys ready?”, Henry asked. “Yep”, Bendy and Boris replied. Bendy was dressed in his frilly tutu and a white shirt reading, “Burn after use”. Boris was wearing his overalls with a white undershirt reading, “Bad to the bone”.

Henry lifted a camera and said, “It’s 8:30 AM, July, 27th, 2017 and I will show Me and Joey’s creations the real world. Let’s go”, Henry said.

He grabbed the door knob as the trio walked down some stairs. When sunlight was let through, Bendy jumped back. “What is it?”, He asked. Henry smiled. “You’ve never seen daylight? I guess that’s what I can expect for someone to be locked up for 30 years”.

Bendy cautiously walked forward. “It’s not so bad!”, He said happily, in his cheery high-pitched voice.

“Bendy, We actually see daylight!”, Boris said, his southern accent stronger then usual.

Henry then pushed the door open to it’s full length. Bendy’s eyes widened in surprise. There was so many…people! Cars, shops and little children were everywhere!

[I’m gonna assume the workshop is located some where in New York City in 2017, around the Manhattan area and the workshop’s purpose to look old-fashioned and all the things you see were items to preserve how people in the 1920’s lived. This is because the gameplay reminded me of museum for some reason]

Henry led them out into the street. The two were looking around. “I never knew the sky was blue!”, Bendy said. “That’s ‘cause our shows were in black in white buddy!”, Boris replied.

The trio wandered the city as Bendy and Boris were having fun experiencing the real world. Citizens were looking at them oddly. Some were frightened. Perhaps it was when Bendy left footprints of ink, it would run up to him and return to it’s source.

Then Bendy pointed to a restaurant. “What’s that?”, He asked Henry curiously. “That’s a place where people eat. It’s called a ‘restaurant’ Bendy”, Henry replied.

“Can we try it?”, Bendy asked. “I’m not even sure that
1) You guys can eat human food and
2) I’m not sure I can afford it. Let’s head on to Wendy’s”, Henry said holding Bendy’s hand.

Boris looked jealous as Henry was holding Bendy’s hand.

“Gorsh! Bendy is mine! Why is he holding his hand?! He should be holding mine!”, Boris thought.

The trio reached their destination. “We call this a 'fast food chain’ restaurant”, Henry said pushing the doors open. Everything seemed to have froze when the three entered.

The three made their way past the crowd and up to the second floor eating area. They found some seats.

“I’ll go get us some food. You two stay put”, Henry said leaving. Bendy smiled and said, “Looks like it’s just us Boris”.

Boris’s heart raced. This felt just like a date. He was flustered then said, “G-G-Golly! You are right Bendy!”.

Bendy giggled and said, “You are so adorable when you’re submissive!”.

Boris felt like having a nosebleed. Then flash hit the two of them.

The two turned in the direction of the flash. It was a little boy.

“You are two are some weird looking monsters!”, He said. His little sister said, “Never knew it was Halloween in July”.

The two high-fived each other and laughed.

[My canon is that Bendy is a master at cards. Think about it. Him and Boris played cards together to pass time for all those 30 years. Why the hell not? Bendy keeps them hidden and uses them to play games or…]

Then they froze when Bendy threw one of his cards at the wall. The card landed on the wall between the two siblings.

He made a fan with the cards as his eye turned red and as he looked at them and said, “Ace of Hearts”.

The siblings looked as pale as a ghost as the two ran away. Bendy’s eye turned back to normal.

Him and Boris had a nice conversation until Henry came back. “What’s this?”, He asked poking a burger.

“Try it. It’s a cheeseburger”, Henry said taking a bite out of his. Bendy took a small bite. His eyes widened.

“WOW!”, He said in amazement. He ate it all in one gulp. He took a fry and ate it. “Woah! What’s it called Henry?!”.

“It’s called 'French Fries’. They taste good with ketchup”, Henry replied. “Hey Boris, you are not gonna eat? You are missing out on some great food!”, Bendy said.

“Nah”, He replied his stomach rumbling. “Maybe a bite or two”. He took a bite out of his burger. “WOAH”, He said out loud. He ate as fast as Bendy from that point forward.

“I bought a extra burger. Who wants it?”, Henry asked. Bendy and Boris stared at each other.

“This. Means. WAR.”, The two said. Henry said, “Why not shar-”, He started but was cut off by death glares.

“Fight me Boris! You are not getting that burger!”, Bendy said getting up. “Bite me demon! You are not getting MY burger!”, Boris said getting up as well.

Henry cut the burger in half and handed it to the two. “Truce?”, Bendy asked. “Truce”, Boris said.

After some burgers, they wandered around the city some more. “Let’s take the subway!”, Bendy said.

“We could head on to Coney Island”, Henry said. “Let’s go!”, Bendy said. “Ok fine”, Henry said.

When they arrived at the toll, Henry simply swiped his metro card and said, “Wait here”. He opened the emergency door. “Hurry up! Over here”, He said.

The trio then arrived at the platforms. “Music!”, Bendy said. “Thankfully, I bring Buttons where ever I go!”, Boris said.

“MUSIC & DANCE BATTLE!”, The two then said. The two reached where the jazz music was playing. Boris took out buttons and played his clarinet.

Bendy was in his ballet starting position. His feet turned to taps shoes as he danced in rhythm to the music.

People cheered. Henry got through the crowd and got a close up of Bendy dancing. Then a man with a large stereo walked to the middle. “Dance to this!”, He said blasting out rap music.

Bendy’s feet became Jordan’s as he danced to “Juju on that beat” and other songs. He did the impossible as he used his tail to help him to tricky moved.

Then the train arrived. Bendy shape shifted his feet back into his ballet shoes. The trio waved good-bye to the crowd as the doors closed.

The trio were talking about the fun they had when they arrived in Coney Island. Bendy’s eyes widened. “Henry, what is this?!?!”, He asked.

“It what we call a place of joy. A amusement park”, Henry said. The trio went on many rides and funhouses as they had the time of their lives. That is until…

“NYPD! PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM”, The police yelled as the trio were about to leave the park.

“What did we do?!”, Bendy asked. One cop came up to the three. “We got calls about a weird creatures wandering our city and even videos about you on social media”.

Bendy sighed. Helicopters could bd heard above them. Eventually they were taken to prison.

“Henry…I’m sorry”, Bendy said via telepathy. For what?“, Henry answered. We didn’t mean to cause trouble honestly”, Bendy said sadly. “It’s ok Benster. Let’s dip and see how much we can have in one day”, Henry said mischievously.

Soon the three were free to go. Under one condition. Bendy and Boris had to wear trackers. As soon as they were far away from that place Bendy said, “I could always use my demon powers”.

Bendy put his fists together and chanted some words as his eyes turned red. A pentagram that glowed bright red accompanied his fiery eyes. “Chains of bond break free, and be gone eternally!”, His last words were.

The trackers fell right of. Bendy’s eyes returned to their shade of ink black. Soon the two decided to hang out at Astoria park.

“The grass…it’s so soft and green”, Bendy said. “The dirt is brown here, not black!”, Boris said happily.

The two laid down on the soft grass. The trio were doing great….Then a tragedy occurred.

A man ran up to Bendy and kidnapped him by tying his hands together and tossing him a sack.

He was on top of the hill when Bendy yelled out, “SOMEONE HELP ME!! HELP ME!! BORIS!! HENRY!! HELP ME!!”.

The two quickly got up and saw Bendy reaching out for them. Henry said, “BENDY!! NO!! HANG ON!! WE’RE COMING!!”.

Boris saw a sight he would never forget. Bendy’s face, full of fear and tears, screaming for help. That was the things keep him up at night. That was the one nightmare he could never get rid of.

His eyes turned blood red. “Demon powers? No time for asking now! I gotta save Bendy!”, Boris thought.

Henry was on his way up when Boris got on all fours and began pursuit. Bendy was kicking and squirming, trying to escape.

His eyes turned ruby red. His corrupted form took over. A red pentagram glowed brightly on his forehead. “Demon hands!”, He yelled.

He felt the man fall, as he hit his head badly. He returned to his normal form as the pentagram faded away. Bendy felt a weak as he felt the man get up and run even faster.

His vision faded to static as he closed his eyes. “B-Boris…H-Henry…”, He whispered as some ink ran down the side of his head. He passed out cold a few moments later.

Boris sensed him losing Bendy’s brain waves.

[They talk via telepathy when there is a show and they can’t talk during it to ruin it]

He went faster this time. “Bendy! Hold in there little buddy! I’m coming! I’ll save you!”, Boris said.

Then with a mighty pounce, he tried to tackle the man but failed. Henry saw and stopped to help him.

The two looked into the distance to see the man, with Bendy, gone.

Henry said, “What are we going to do?….We don’t where that man took him….”. That’s when Boris changed form.

He fully submitted to his demon powers. Inside his head, Bendy’s father, Satan was talking to him.

~Inside his head is a mental connection to Hell~

“Ahh, Boris. Your parents are still one of my finest second and third in command. My only son spoke highly of you. What is your reason for calling me?”, Satan asked.

“I would like for you to grant me full access of my demon powers”, Boris said.

“Your not part of our ranks…Yet”, His parents intervened.

“Second in command, General Pierce and Third in command General Windrixia wish to intervene my leige”, General Pierce said.

“Accepted. Continue”, Satan replied. “Mother, Father! We haven’t spoke in years!”, Boris said.

“Tell us son, why do you need your demon powers?”, General Windrixia asked.

“My beloved parents and ruler of hell, i’m sorry to inform you but…”, Boris started.

“'But’ what?”, The three asked. Boris gulped. The next words his said made Satan’s heart sink.

“Ruler of Hell, your only son has been abducted by notherless…humans”, Boris said shakily.

“H-How?!”, General Pierce said. “A man tossed Bendy in a sack and ran off with him”, Boris explained.

“Bendy?! The liege’s son?!”, General Windrixia said in shock. “T-That’s impossible! Bendy’s powers were awakened a long time ago!”, General Windrixia lashed out.

“Bendy was knocked unconscious. We were trained in telepathy while Joey, our summoner was still alive. After Bendy has eliminated him, we still had that power. As we speak, he hasn’t gained consciousness. I feel his brainwaves, but I can’t locate him”, Boris said quickly.

Satan quickly said, “I will awakened the powers that you wish Boris. If you bring me back my son within 48 hours, You will keep those powers. If you fail, your demise is certain. I will retrieve my son MYSELF if I have to”.

The generals said, “My Liege!”.

“Sire, that will cause God to attack is with all his force! Hell and Heaven made a treaty saying that if you trespass Earth, everybody’s demise is as clear as day!”, General Pierce pointed out.

“Sire, allow your army to retrieve your son!”, General Windrixia said.

“This is my ONLY son we are talking about. If your son brings him back to me, I will also arrange a marriage between the two of them”.

Boris gasped. Married…to none other then Bendy?! The only son of Satan, Ruler of Hell?! Sweet, innocent Bendy?! That was what he desired the most.

The two generals were quiet before Boris said, “I accept your proposal. I will return with your son!”.

Satan smirked. “Very well. I will awaken your powers. Remember, if you do not return with my son, I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU”, He said threateningly. Boris looked at him with determination. “I still accept”.

Satan said, “These powers will not come easily. Are you ready to take them in?”. Boris said, “Come at me with all your force”. Satan said, “As you wish”. Boris screamed and held in the pain as his powers were awakened.

Satan quickly whisked Boris back to earth. Boris grabbed his head as he felt his powers being awakened.

~End Mental connection~

Satan got up from his throne and walked up to Boris’s parents.

Satan chuckled. “You have raised a decent son for my Bendy. Are you two prepared to YOUR son and my only child to be heirs to my throne?”, He asked.

The generals nodded. “We will make sure of that our son is the leader we molded him into”.
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Henry said, “Boris! Are you ok?!”, He said as he saw Boris rolling on the sidewalk.

“S-Stay back!”, He yelled as he pushed Henry away. Henry looked at the sky to see it turn dark as night. Henry hit a gate as he looked at what was happening to Boris.

Boris floated in mid-air as he had a pentagram below him as his gloves broke and became razor sharp claws, His clothing torn part as they fell like pieces of paper, his demon tail coming out, and the symbol of the element of fire glowing bright red on his forehead.

He howled at the moon in the sky. “Demon powers from Boris?! But Joey told me only Bendy has them unless…He’s a demon as well!”, Henry thought.

Boris leaped into the night. Henry saw a skateboard and grabbed it. He put on the helmet and got on it. He quickly followed Boris.

Boris sniffed the air. “I SMELL YOU SWEETHEART~”, He said in a corrupted voice in slight static.

Henry fell, but quickly got up and skated quickly after Boris.

Boris was leaping off the tops of buildings as he felt Bendy’s smell grow.

That smell. The smell that mistakes anybody. That same smell that makes Bendy’s victims say, “What Demon?”. That smell that Boris couldn’t get enough of. The smell of flowers in a garden on a sunny day.

Boris felt full of determination. He was gonna rescue Bendy no matter what!

After a couple of minutes, the duo stopped. Boris said, “Manhole. Well then, let’s go shall we?”, He said picking up the lid.


Henry nodded. He got off the skateboard and placed it on his back and followed Boris.

The two were wandering when Boris stopped. Below they saw the unthinkable.

Bendy was in a capsule as he was pounding on the door . Then the capsule was moved by two men onto a experimental table.

“It’s gonna be fun dissecting this one”, A hooded man said. “We are gonna do the same thing to this like we did to that wolf?”, Another hooded man questioned.

“Yep. Sadly, the boss was killed by this thing”, The hooded man replied pointing to Bendy.

Via telepathy, Boris heard Bendy screaming and crying his heart out, “BORIS! HENRY! HELP ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE! HELP ME! Someone… Please… Help Me…”.

Henry whispered something into Boris’s ear and Boris nodded. “Good plan”, he whispered back.

Henry lowered himself behind the two hooded men and bonked their heads. The two fell to the ground.

Boris quickly looked for other hooded men and jumped out from his hiding spot.

He lifted the capsule back straight up and Bendy was smiling and crying tears of joy.

With a mighty scratch, the capsule broke. Boris opened the broken door and helped Bendy out.

Bendy smiled and said, “My hero” and gave Boris a small kiss. Henry was fangirling at the two of them.

Boris carried Bendy bridal style all the way back to the surface. The morning sun was about to rise.

The trio took a good glance of the sun rising. Boris and Bendy shared another kiss.

“I promised your dad you’ll be home in 48 hours”, Boris said in his normal form.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s take the train back to the workshop”, Bendy said. Boris and Henry nodded.

Once the trio arrived back to the workshop, they all went towards the basement. “We’ll be back soon”, Boris said as He and Bendy stood on the pentagram and disappeared.

Henry realized after the two left there was something on it. It was an envelope. He opened it and found a ticket and a card.

The ticket read, “This is a temporary pass to hell”. Henry read the card.

“Dear Henry,
Bendy’s father told me if I brought Bendy back, he would arrange a marriage between the two of us. If you’re reading this, you are invited to our wedding!
It will be held October, 31st, 2017. The ticket will grant you access to enter hell for our wedding. After everything, it’ll send you back to Earth. See you at the wedding!

-Regards,
Boris, groom-to-be”.

Henry nodded. “At least Boris was nice enough to invite me even though it was my boss who dissected him….and at least he invited me to HIS wedding”, He said rolling his eyes.

Back at hell, Satan rejoiced at the return of his son. The two generals smiled at their son’s accomplishment.

~A Couple of months later~

It was deep in the night as the wedding ceremony began. The organs played, and even some other cartoon characters went as well.

“Boris the Wolf, do you take the only child of Satan to be your lawful wife?”, Satan asked.

(Since Bendy is uke, the term 'wife’ suited him. I’m not denying that he’s a boy)

“I do”, Boris said. He lifted Bendy’s veil.

“Bendy, my sweet child, do you take Boris the Wolf to be your lawful husband?”, Satan asked.

“I Do!”, Bendy said happily. The two held each other’s hands as two similar looking rings appeared on their fingers.

Bendy’s read, “Love you always, Boris”. Bendy blushed a little and smiled sweetly.

Boris’s read, “Love since the first show, Bendy”. Boris smiled at the concept of the message and giggled a little.

Satan smiled and said, “Then by the power invested in me as ruler of Hell, I pronounce you Husband and Wife”.

Everybody cheered as the two kissed. Afterwards, Boris carried Bendy bridal style off the many boxes he had to stand on to reach Boris’s level of height.

Mickey gave Bendy a box of pregnancy tests and said, “Too much bloodline huh?”, much to Boris’s amusement, and Oswald gave Boris a paint brush. “Try it sometime! Now after years, you’ll be in color!”, He said.

Minnie gave Bendy a bottle of perfume. Daisy gave Boris some cologne. Orenestia gave Bendy a box of condoms, once again to Boris and Oswald’s amusement.

“Donald…Do I need this?”, Bendy asked being handed a album CD and a Vinyl record player. “Yes. Take it”, Donald said. Bendy sighed and smiled. “Thank you”, He said.

After all the gifts, The two decided to go and dance in the garden.

Bendy’s changed from his wedding dress to his ballet attire, the one he loved dearly. It has a white top reading, “The Dancing Demon” and a pastel pink tutu. His feet turned into ballet shoes.

Boris took out his trusty clarinet, Buttons. Bendy got into his starting position and Boris began playing.

Bendy danced gracefully to Boris’s music. Fireflies joined in with Bendy as he danced in rhythm with their lights.

Boris smiled as he kept on playing. Oswald was filming Bendy dancing and Mickey and Minnie were too busy drinking.

Bendy saw a fountain as he danced on the circular shape around it. He did some somersaults and gymnastics to the best of his ability.

Then Boris danced along side Bendy as he put Buttons on “Auto-Play” and danced along side Bendy.

The two danced under a bright blanket of stars. You know, It almost seemed like the stars were dancing with them. As the stars twinkled above, Bendy and Boris spent every minute with each other.

This was all Boris wanted. Him and Bendy, a loving couple. Looks like dreams come true.

Bendy laughed. This was all he ever wanted. Non-stop love from Boris. He laughed. Joey would never come between them ever again. Who was laughing now?!

As the two kept on dancing, eventually, they sat down and cuddled. Their fingers intertwined.

Boris kissed Bendy and Bendy returned it. This was a dream come true. This is the sweet reality both want. They wanted this to last forever…

The two are like doves, under the stars will they will be in love.

~The End~
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I wrote this fanfic especially for you! It’s also on my Achieve of our own account “PepsiGo”! Could you please draw a scene from the story?

Answer: Maybe i well but not at the moment, but i well 😅 Also this is a really good story😀
Let me tell you about my town...

Because honestly it’s a pretty freaky place. I mean, we are legitimate Night Vale/Gravity Falls level freaky. Here are just a few things about our town you all should know that gives it these qualities:

-It is currently the middle of summer and 40 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping
- There are frequent ghost sightings throughout the town
- A few poltergeist
- Our state office literally has a place to register to be a vampire
- Honestly no one even notices when freaky paranormal things happen
- If you go to the darkest parts of the town there are people who summon demons for you. Like drug dealers but with demons
- Last school year the field by the school caught fire and burned up the entire field unnaturally. What makes it unnatural? Well, according to documents by the police and fire department, and since I saw this the next day at school, the fire was already out by the time they had got there and the fire had actually stopped abruptly in a line. Almost like it hit a wall but there was nothing there.
- There is a haunted Bell tower where some guy fell to his death and his corpse got sealed in the walls.
- We have a house out here where if you open all the doors and one person stands at the front door and another at the back, and one of them shot the other it would just immediately hit the other person
- There’s a Ghost train that goes by my house every once in a while. The ghosts are dressed on 1920s fashion. They’re quite nice.
- The last time I saw a deer come through it ate a squirrel
- The coyotes can climb fences. Not like how a dog would climb a fence though. More human like.
- There’s a pizza parlor run by the mafia. And two of the sons just “left” permanently.
- Back when I was a baby, apparently the town had a curfew since there was a large dark “something” roaming around. I asked my mom a few years ago what happened to it. She said that it just disappeared one night.
- And finally, at night, when the stars come out, they always are brighter than other places. Even out in the country, they are not as bright.

So yeah.

who ya gonna call (when you’re drunk off your ass) pt. 1

im jumping on the social media/group chat AU. this should be about 5 chapters and includes character perspective switches when there’s an actual scene opposed to a purely chat format the entire time. The emojis are able to be seen best on a web browser opposed to on a phone, and even better on ao3 but I’ve tried to get them readable here.

the primary ship of this fic is Sirius x Gasolina by Daddy Yankee who are we really kidding here

2k | ao3 

Remus Lupin to Lily Evans

Remus: room 347 right?

Remus: because I am at 347 right now

Remus: and the sign on the door says “paranormal studies”

Remus: but it’s written in eyeliner. maybe crayon. wtf.

Remus: and it looks like no one’s here.

Remus: Lily what the fuck is this?

Lily: no, you’re at the right place. Don’t know what’s up with the sign though…

Remus: so this isn’t the room for paranormal studies

Lily: no, like, there was a real sign the other day, not sure what happened to it       

Remus: Okay. But that still doesn’t explain why you told me to meet you here. You said this was a club for people like us.

Remus: was more under the impression you meant queer, not crazy.

Lily: just go inside you utter goblin

Lily: be there soon xoxoxo

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gettzi  asked:

I don't usually give prompts but here's a couple: (I apologize if they suck): Holsom traveling + trashy paperback novel Nursey watching a movie (w/ anyone ur choice) + mirror Lardo walking to the bank + bicycle

uhm noooooo they don’t suck!!!!!! <3 imma pick holsom because i’m most comfortable with writing them, i think! Be warned since I’m tipsy I may not be at my best in terms of like, making any sense. lol


It’s their third time taking a road trip to Canada. It’s their thing: school ends, summer begins, Ransom’s fam has a reunion at his house in Toronto, and Holster is family, so therefore. BOSTON TO TORONTO ROAD TRIP, BABY. 

Driving west is easy, especially when it’s with your best bro, but it’s easier now that they’ve worked out the kinks. Ransom likes to wake up early and linger over breakfast, and Holster gets hangry at lunch and promptly sleepy after, so they have a system. Holster gets mornings and Ransom gets afternoons. For the most part. There’s usually a lot of junk food and caffeine involved with or without their carefully balanced schedule, but… they like to make each other happy so things stay put. 

It’s after lunch, so Ransom has the wheel. And when Ransom has the wheel the music is quiet and Holster is either sleeping like a very tall baby or reading quietly like a very tall… librarian or something.

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anonymous asked:

im in such a writing slump! D: do you maybe have any prompts that are kindof along the vibe of midnight hitchhiking through the bible belt, small town/rural ghosts no one wants to talk about, truckers picking up girls to kill them instead of fuck them, moldy wooden cross graves?

see also

snake-handling preachers. a sign on the highway which reads in red bold letters GOD SEES YOU. store-bought blueberry pie. house where the occupants wear white all the time. the saint of mangy dogs. girls of cotton candy and money in duffel bags and strawberry milk cartons. sunset over the hill where the murderer is buried. kids bathing in the creek. blowjobs in a messy trailer. the runaway who ate other peoples’ pets. sunday morning and we still haven’t seen jesus.

things about monster physiology that i Need To Know

1. What would happen if a monster ate another monster’s dust?
2. If a monster was injected with determination to the point of melting, but didn’t melt together with another monster, what would happen?
3. Do incorporeal ghosts like Napstablook turn to dust when they die? Can they even die?
4. If one of the amalgamates (flowey not included) was the anomaly, would they be able to reset? Because it doesn’t seem possible for them to die
5. Can monsters of different species have a child?
6. What determines ones HP, DEF and ATK aside from LOVE?

TFA fic: in the place that’s made of old relations

Written for the cruel, cruel anon who left this in my inbox:

I’m having a lot of feels about Force ghost Anakin communicating to Rey while she’s left on Jakku (since she was 5??? Idk if that’s true???) and using the Tatooine religion you’ve talked a lot about to sort of help her and make her feel a little less alone (especially if she’s his granddaughter I feel like there would be some sort of familial obligation)

This will all be radically AU in two weeks, so enjoy it now I guess. I tried to write it so it would work whether Leia or Luke is her parent.

Warning for some frank discussion of menstruation (because can you just imagine how awful that would be, for a girl growing up alone - luckily her Granddad is from Tatooine, where they learn the facts of life young and have zero cultural taboos around talking about them).

in the place that’s made of old relations

The first time she met him, Rey thought the world was ending.

She’d been out in the desert, exploring. Looking for…something. Someone. She didn’t know what she was looking for, really. She only knew that she had been here, alone with only BB-8, for so long.

So she’d left Bebe in the shelter, in case someone came while she was gone. That was the smart thing to do. It would be terrible, if she missed her parents coming back. And she took a comlink, so Bebe could contact her if they did. She told him this very sternly, and she knew he’d understood, because he’d sounded very annoyed when he beeped at her.

And then she’d gone out into the desert.

The sky was clear and brittle blue when she left, stretching endlessly above and around her. Rey had imagined, as she walked, that if she stepped lightly enough, she could fly right up into it.

But the sky wasn’t blue anymore. Now there was no sky at all. It had been swallowed up, eaten by the raging sand of the desert that snarled and slashed at her as if it wanted to eat her now, too.

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wanderingquill  asked:

Percy trying to use his connections to woo Newt and all of them backfiring . Take him to a nice restaurant? A pipe burst near them before the food arrived. He sent many flowers to Newt’s place? their beautiful but very poisonous to some of newt’s creatures so he has to burn or throw them away . And he didn’t see the card bc the niffler took it bc it was pretty and shiny. At some point newt thinks Graves is out to kill him, and percy is banging his head in aggravation for his mistakes.

Oh oh oh oh! I love this! Thanks for the prompt, darling <3 Hope you enjoyed reading this. Sorry for the late reply though.


Newt admitted he is inexperienced in dating and romantic stuffs, but he did know that it shouldn’t be like this.

This was the third time Percival took Newt out for a casual dinner, he made it clear that this was a date and Newt was perfectly fine with it. They apparated to the small lovely diner in Brooklyn. The first impression was pretty great; the diner was cozy and friendly, inside was aromatic and it made Newt thought of his mother’s coking at home.

The evening was—so far—pleasant, until loud explosive sound emerging from the kitchen. They both jumped at the voice—Merlin’s balls! their table was the nearest to the kitchen and Newt almost hit by little cracks of destroyed wall, and a pipe. Fortunately, everyone was fine and no serious injury occurred.

They called it a night, with an apologetic look on Percival’s face.

Percival tried again, he sent Newt beautiful bouquets in hope that Newt’d be impressed. Despite bombarding his apartment with flowers was a bit too much, but Newt appreciated nonetheless. He sent Newt rare flowers one could ever find in the country, and the most beautiful shade of blue roses and pure white lilies. Newt thought his shed needs a bit of beauty blue and this was perfect for it.

Newt cradled the bouquet in his arms while going down his case. The niffler seemed to interested in the shiny golden card and stole it immediately, and Newt didn’t notice that. He put some of the flowers into his vast, then went outside his shed to plant the roses. Newt realized, the roses were poisonous to some of his creatures—he didn’t hesitate a bit to burn and threw all of them away.

And he didn’t even have a chance to read what’s written on the card, which was now safely keep in the niffler pouch. Percival looked sad when Newt told him about his flowers, though the red head said he really liked it.

A week later, Percival kept it simple. When Newt walked to his aparment’s window for The New York Ghost, he saw a cute cookie box placed beside the paper. Newt doubted if it’s from Percival but there’s no card, neither the message from the sender. Considering the luxuriousness of the box, the sender must be Percival.

Newt ate this delicious cookies with his tea while reading the paper, enjoyed his rather peaceful morning after a round of feeding his creatures. However, the next minute Newt was coughing brutally, his skin flushed furiously red and itchy, he was almost out of his breath when he helplessly crawled to medicine cupboard for his anti-allergy potion.

He was allergic to almonds, and why the hell he didn’t see any almonds in those damn cookies!

When Percival asked about cookies, Newt simply answered ‘I’m allergic to almonds, Percival. And those have almonds in it.’. Percival’s face went pale like there’s no blood in his body anymore. He gave Newt a kicked-puppy look all day, but Newt brushed it off, saying that Percival didn’t know so it wasn’t his fault.

Percival groaned in frustration; why in the world everything had to go wrong when he was trying to woo Newt!? Whereas, Newt started to think if he got it all wrong that Percival wanted to date him. Everything that happened in past month looked more like a murder attempt.

He didn’t give up anyway, later he asked if Newt wanted to go to a no-maj zoo. Newt literally squeaked a ‘Yes’ and Percival’s heart swelled hopefully. The tension between them seemed to ease up a bit when they arrived the zoo. Newt was delighted and Percival relieved.

Then it went wrong again when a furious tiger escaped its cage, when Newt was standing in front of it. The tiger leaped fast toward Newt and the magizoologist—although he reacted to the situation quickly—had alarmed look on his face. Newt ended up having a bloody scratch on his left arm.

Newt was quite certain at that point that Percival actually wanted to kill him. And he was upset, really upset. He let Percival tended his wounded arm and when it was done, he just stormed out of the Director’s office without saying anything except a quiet ‘Thank you’. Percival tried to reach him but Newt was fast, shutting the door violently to Percival’s face.

Percival wanted to cry so bad as he banged his head hard against the door, giving a loud ‘thud’ echoing throughout the hallway. Everyone heard it and they didn’t know whom they should feel sorry to. They would buy their boss a luck potion, if Newt would be giving Percival one more chance.

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

(Percival deserved a drink, I guess.)

The Beating of Young Hearts

I wrote this, like….three years ago? May as well share it instead of letting it rot in my hardrive.

The ghost was crying. Nothing new; she’d been doing that a lot since Valerie and Phantom first found her. Phantom claimed it was separation anxiety, though how a ghost—young or not—could have such a human response to being lonely was believed to be impossible. They didn’t have feelings. But whatever the reason for the baby’s crying, Phantom was usually able to calm her down.

The problem was, Phantom was out searching for the baby’s parents. He was supposed to be back soon—according to Valerie’s schedule—but in the meantime, the baby was stuck with Valerie. And neither ghost baby nor ghost hunter approved of this arrangement.

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mywaywardcupcake  asked:

Jounouchi headcanons?

-Jounouchi is weirdly good with detail, like, holy shit, this guy is excellent when it comes to painting figures and drawing. He’s also good at applying makeup on people. He likes to do it for his sister and helps Atemu with it. Mai also gave him pointers, especially when he tries to cover up any bruises he got from street fights. He also helps Yugi with this, cause there are some people who doesn’t understand that you don’t mess with Jounouchi’s best friend. 

-He sees himself as Yugi and Atemu’s personal knight, but he’s embarrassed to admit it, even though they know it. Yugi sometimes calls him ‘Sir Katsuya’.

-He’s very good with money and doesn’t waste it, but he does like to spoil his friends when he gets the chance.

-He wears his Air Muscle sneakers with pride and always wears them when he duels, as a small symbol of luck from Yugi. 

-Jounouchi can cook! He likes making simple meals, but he’s totally up for the challenge of taking on bigger, more complex dishes

-He ate a ghost pepper for a bet once. He won with no ill side effects.

-This is based on how many times he’s brushed with death in the manga, but Jounouchi is almost impossible to destroy. This guy is just… Death would have to catch him in his sleep to finish him off cause Jounouchi would get him in a headlock and beat the shit outta him. Not even the Egyptian Gods can stop this guy. 

-He has a huge scar on him from Ra’s lightening he took in his duel with Rishid. It’s a long, pinkish-red scar that starts under the hairs on his neck, runs down his back to the left, goes down to the bottom of his left foot, some of it branches off at his shoulder and runs down to his elbow on his left arm. He doesn’t regret it, he literally faced off against a god and lived to tell the tale, though he doesn’t have scars from his duel with Phoenix Ra (he has nightmares though).

Timeless - part 2

(I think I’m revelling in the angst at the moment. And, I’m quite liking Ghost!Janeway too!)

Timeless - Part 2

The first time he sees her, it’s 43 days, 4 hours and 37 minutes since it happened.

He has barely slept. He can’t recall the last decent meal he ate and he has no idea where Harry is.

Since their unplanned arrival in the Alpha Quadrant, no Voyager on their tail, they’ve been prodded and poked by the Federation. Questioned, interrogated and paraded.

He hates them all.

He hates the councillors and their pathetic phrases, their nods and hums as he speaks, they think they understand, but they haven’t got a clue. He hates the doctors and their hyposprays. Their constant questions about his sleep, his eating, his physical state. He hates the sympathetic looks from everyone around him, the supposed words of comfort, the gentle pats to the arm or shoulder. He hates the small talk, the constant hounding from the media. Everyone wanting a piece of him.

He. Hates. It. All.

He wishes he had died back there with them.

He knows that’s how Harry feels. But, it’s been weeks since he saw him and he can’t bring himself to care.

Then the message arrives. From a Mrs G Janeway and he feels his entire insides twist uncontrollably.

He leaves it exactly two days before he brings himself to open the message. He runs his hands through his hair; Gretchen Janeway wants to meet up with him.

He stands and paces his basic room. He can’t, he can’t meet her. He can’t sit in the same room as her mother. He just can’t.

He tries to think of what to say to her, how to say no, but he finds himself agreeing to her request anyway. He smiles grimly at the screen as he sends his affirmative reply - it seems he can’t deny any Janeway woman. Before he knows it, he’s stood outside a large house in the depths of Indiana looking across at a woman he’s never met before, but feels an affinity towards.

Gretchen Janeway is just an older image of her daughter. Small and slim in stature, but an imposing presence that captures him immediately. There’s just one difference. Even from this distance, he can see the grief etched in her face, her stance, and it hits him like a shuttle. This is Kathryn’s home. The place she grew up. He gasps a shaking breath and walks towards the mother of the woman he lost.

“Commander Chakotay,” Gretchen greets, her voice heavy with pain. He notices she has the same coloured eyes as Kathryn.

“Just, Chakotay,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry, Mrs Janeway.”

Gretchen gives a shake of her head, her grey bob swishing gently from side to side. Even that movement seems to hurt her. “Please, call me, Gretchen.”

She takes his arm and pulls him gently, but firmly, towards the house.

He can feel her presence the moment he walks through the door. She’s everywhere, in the walls, the pictures, the pure essence of the house. This place is, Kathryn. It hurts, but damn, it feels good too.

Gretchen encourages him to sit in the living room and she sits opposite him. He wonders what she wants to say, but has barely time to settle into the soft cushions of the chair before her first question leaves her lips.

“Tell me how it happened,” she begins.

Chakotay sighs and dips his head, “I can’t answer that. I don’t know the answers.”

“I’ve read the reports. I’ve had every Admiral in the Federation showing me one report or another, but I want to know how it happened. You were there. You helped make the decision.” She’s angry, hurting, her voice is sharp, but there’s no mistaking that edge of devastation that lingers within each word.

“I know as much as you. We took a risk and it failed.” Chakotay tries to keep his voice even, but on the final word, he fails.

Gretchen’ eyes soften, but she doesn’t let them leave Chakotay’s face.

“Do you think she’s dead?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

Chakotay closes his eyes and lets his head drop to his chest.

“The data suggests…”

“Data!” Gretchen spits, making him jump slightly. “I’ve read the data and I’m not a scientist, but even I know the odds are too slim. But, do you, Mr Chakotay, think my daughter is dead?” her voice cracking with anger and grief.

Chakotay looks up and reels from the raw emotion in Gretchen’s eyes.

“Yes,” he nods. “There is no way they could have survived re-entry at that velocity.”

Gretchen closes her eyes. “That’s the first damned honest answer anyone has given me over this whole thing. They all think they are sparing my feelings, offering me unfounded hope, but, I know she’s dead,” she opens her eyes and looks at him. “I feel it,” she lays a hand to her heart, “I know she’s gone.”

Chakotay nods. He understands.

“Why?” Gretchen asks suddenly. “Why did you all go ahead with it? The odds were not good and the data suggested it was a disaster waiting to happen, so, why?”

Chakotay looks at the floor. It’s a question he’s asked himself too many times to count, but the answer is always the same.

“Kathryn thought it was worth the risk,” he replies finally.

“Didn’t you challenge her?” Gretchen presses.

Chakotay gives a hollow laugh, “I tried. But….”

“She was stubborn.” Gretchen finishes.

Stubborn, convincing, alluring, beautiful. Words he thinks, but cannot say.

“I’ve grieved for her once, when Voyager first went missing, but I knew then she was still alive, I just knew. But, deep down I always believed the job would take her from me. Just like it did her Father.”

The silence that follows that statement is deafening. He can hear the blood pounding in his ears.

“Where are my manners? Would you like some tea?” Gretchen gets up and he can tell she’s fighting back the tears.

“That would be nice,” he replies. He doesn’t want tea, but he knows they both need a few moments alone.

As Gretchen leaves the room, it’s then that he sees her for the first time. She’s stood in the doorway her mother just walked through, leaning casually, arms folded and she’s looking at him with that indulgent smile she saved only for him.

He feels the breath leave his body and he folds himself over, covering the back of his head with his arms. When he recovers himself enough to look up, she’s gone.

When Gretchen returns, she sees the look on his face and she knows. Knows now why he didn’t fight her daughter. Knows now, he will be tortured forever. Her heart aches for him.

“How long have you been in love with her?” she asks, setting the tea down onto the table.

Chakotay can’t speak, he’s not surprised by her question and knows she deserves an answer. With the little strength he has left, he replies, “Too long.”

“And did she know?”

A million thoughts run through his mind, StarFleet, Lake George, protocol, her fiancé, New Earth, but he has to give as honest an answer he can. His mind flows back to that last night,

“Yes, I believe she did.”

Gretchen smiles, “Then I am glad she died knowing she was loved.”

Hours later and Chakotay finally falls onto his bed and sleep consumes him, but not for long.

He wakes with a start, and as his eyes adjust, he sees a shadow sitting on the edge of his bed. He sits up and the shadow grows clearer.

“Kathryn?” he asks, his heart pounding, his throat tight with emotion and something akin to hope.

The figure stands and moves closer and it’s her. She’s there with him. Her eyes are soft, her hair falling gently around her face. She kneels before him, resting her hands on his thighs as she does so.

“Chakotay…” she says softly, her face sincere and filled with something he dares not define. She gazes up at him, “I’m here.”

“Kathryn…” the name comes out as a moan.

“Are you with me?” she asks, pulling herself upwards, closer to him, one hand moving to rest over his heart in that familiar move of hers.

“Always,” he answers immediately.

She smiles at him and he can feel the warmth of her skin as she reaches up to caress his cheek, tenderness flowing from her eyes. It’s her. She’s here with him, and yet, he knows the truth.

“Stay,” he pleads. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t,” she whispers, and then she’s gone, and he’s alone in the room once more.

He can’t stop the gulping gasps that erupt from his body and he crumples back onto the bed, loneliness, guilt and despair consuming him.

It’s the first time she comes to him, but it won’t be the last.

theoverjudgingotaku  asked:

How would the UT and UF skele-bros and goat couple react to finding that their S/O has been dead for five years before they met them? (Like a ghost)

Oh boi. ~Mod Feral


UT Sans

He’s honestly not too surprised, mainly because you never once ate anything. It doesn’t really matter to him too much, he just kinda wishes you told him earlier.


UT Papyrus

He’s surprised, mainly because he never noticed. He knew you had some interesting abilities, but heck, so did he. He just assumed you had some really good magic for a human, and not that you, well, weren’t a human anymore.


UT Toriel

Similar to Sans, she noticed because you never ate anything. She was going to bring it up with you on how she knew when something else came and made it said a different way than she expected.


UT Asgore

He thought something was off about you, but felt it rude to ask what. He’s torn, because while it’s great to know that there was, in fact, something off with you, he can’t help but wonder why you didn’t tell him.


UF Sans

He snickers a bit. Sure, it’s not the most convenient situation for some actions like sex, but it’s better than the alternative of potentially dying at any moment. He doesn’t mind too much, as long as you guys can find alternatives to some things.


UF Papyrus

He zones out for a bit. Up until this point every ghost he’s interacted with {that he knew was a ghost} was cocky, self entitled, and downright mean simply because they knew one couldn’t get harmed or killed. He’ll be fine when he comes back to, and will at the very least attempt to hug you.


UF Toriel

This doesn’t surprise her. In fact, she expected as much. Frisk was the only human to get close to her without dying eventually and prematurally. She’ll just change up her recipes to include ghost food for you.


UF Asgore

He’s clearly upset. He feels as if you didn’t tell him because you simply didn’t trust him. He’ll go cold for a bit, before he decides to actually ask you a list of questions.