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Ghoul Grumps AU

The AU that inspired me to do this story is by @egobangin-in-the-house-tonight

Sorry the first chapter is so short. I’ll try to make future chapters longer if I can! All chapters will be tagged with ‘#ghoul grumps fanfiction’ as to make them easier to find.


Chapter 1: The Beach

Everyone knew that sirens and sharks never got along. Once a year, without fail, the sharks would initiate a feeding frenzy. The amount of siren casualties varied from year to year, but one thing had always remained the same. The sharks wanted souls. For what reason, no one knew, but every year the sharks would choose different times to attack as to surprise the unsuspecting sirens before they could prepare. This year was no different. Arin’s ears were pressed to his head. The sight before him could be described as many words in the range of anything but pleasant. The beach was littered with the bodies of deceased sirens, either washed ashore by the tide or beached while trying in a desperate scramble to get away from their attackers. It made Arin shiver at the thought. 

“It must’ve been another shark feeding frenzy.” He heard Suzy’s voice beside him, one or two of her snakes letting out a quiet hiss.

Arin nodded sadly. “It came a lot earlier than normal this year, too…” 

He rubbed his arm awkwardly as his eyes drifted down to a body directly in front of him. Their face still captured the fear they felt right before they had died. It made him feel sick. 

“Jeez, man… They didn’t stand a chance…” 

Suzy’s voice suddenly cut into his thoughts. “Arin… Do you see that?” 

The concern in her voice made Arin’s head quickly turn to where she was looking. The sight made anger begin to boil in his blood. Leaning over one of the siren’s bodies was what could only be described as two large, grey wings. 

“Is that… A vulture…?” It was the only hybrid Suzy could think of off the top of her head that would match what little they saw of the creature. Arin’s brows knit together with frustration. 

“Dude, that’s fucked up…” Arin quickly took in a sharp breath before calling out to the bundle of feathers. “HEY!” 

Suzy jumped a little as she saw the thing shift. “Arin…!” 

He didn’t care. “HEY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! Fuck off! Don’t you have any respect?!” 

Suzy placed her hands over her mouth as the creature sat up. Okay that definitely wasn’t anything of what either of them expected. A wave of guilt suddenly washed over Arin. 

“A-Another angel? Like Ross…?” He quietly muttered to himself before Suzy noticed something. 

“Arin, that siren is still alive…” 

Arin looked at the aquatic creature being cradled by the newly identified angel. He had beautiful brown, curly hair and incredible blue fins, gills and tail. If it weren’t for the large amount of bleeding cuts on his body, Arin would have thought he was gorgeous. It’s rather hard to find beauty in graphical gore. Arin knelt down and spoke, his voice wavering slightly out of nervousness. 

“Look, I don’t know you, and I don’t really know what happened to you guys… But I’m gonna feel like shit if I just leave you two here.” 

The angel nodded, watching Arin with the eye on its forehead while its only other good eye watched its friend. 

“Can you walk on your own?”

It shook its head as to say ‘no’.

“Okay, Suzy can you help him while I carry the siren?” 

“Yeah.”

 Arin held out his arms to the angel as a silent request for its friend to be passed to him. It complied after what felt like a minute of hesitation. Arin stood and backed up a few steps so Suzy could move beside the angel and help it. Once it was standing they began to walk back to their car and Suzy turned her head to Arin. 

“Holly should be awake right now, right?”

Arin nodded slightly, instantly knowing what she meant. “Yeah, I’ll give her a call when we get in the car.” 

As the angel limped beside the two hybrids, it thought to itself. It thought about the events that had transpired. How it was the only reason that his friend was alive. It felt… Nice. If it had a mouth in this form, it would most likely be smiling.

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FAKE TV MEME: 
THE SIREN INITIATIVE. It has always been a sad and unfortunate superstition that women were bad luck to have aboard a ship - and, as such, there have been many women thrown over the rails and into the water. But as the water filled their lungs, they finally found fins to call their own. Ruling at sea, they drown sailors in revenge for their deaths, and aid and support the all-woman pirate crew of Captain Isobel Maulie.

Inspired by this collection of posts.

Listeners, especially our younger listeners, consider this:

When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive.

But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing.

Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves.

May we all remember what it was like to be so young. May we remember it factually, and not remember anything that is false, or incorrect.

May we all be human – beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless.

— 

Welcome to Night Vale, “Cassette” (ep. 33)

That was beautiful, and quite profound. Wow.

My Big Bad Wolf

“Who’s my big bad wolf?”

Castiel’s voice was hushed, dark and strained against Deans extra sensitive ear.

Dean whined and rocked back against Castiels warm cock. “M-me, hmng, I-I am C-…Cas…”

He wasn’t used to this, this feeling of being filled to the brim. Usually, he was the one doing the filling–Castiel’s heat was and intoxicating sensation–but he’d been curious and had asked Castiel if he could try it, just once.

(He had been so cute when he asked, blushing and swishing his tail nervously against his legs; there was no possibility Castiel could say no.)

Castiel chuckled once and shifted his hips. At Deans insistence, he’d left his bright red cape draped over his shoulders when he’d shucked the rest of this clothes.

“Good boy.”

When Dean came, it was with a howl, but only Castiel heard (which was perfectly fine with both of them.)
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Look at me, writing porn for m-arci-a. I’m trying to convince her of the truth that is bottom dean.

I think it’s kinda crazy how we let people affect our lives so much. It’s ridiculous and it’s SO easy to say “nah, I’m not going to let some stupid person hurt me THIS much” but they do anyway and your throat aches and your stomach is sick and you just want to drag your nails against the skin of your thighs so you don’t think about how much pain is in your chest because of another human being.