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When Steve applies for a summer camp per Dustin's request, he doesn’t expect to have the most interesting summer of his life. Featuring a sulky metalhead who hates Steve for no reason, eight kids set on driving Steve to an early grave, Robin Buckley’s ability to charm any girl she wants, and Steve’s bisexual disaster/dream/nightmare. But hey, that’s what summer camp is all about. Right?

Tommy had suffered on and off throughout his life from hanahaki, which sort of happens to someone who trusts too much and always gets their hopes crushed. He just wants someone to actually care about him, but he knows he's not going to get that, especially not with Dream and not with how the disease has been getting worse. Dying and defeated, Tommy's only solace comes in the form of weird eldritch singing emanating from the forest outside his window. He knows that whatever it is will likely be a cannibalistic cryptid from his worst nightmares, but somehow he can't find it in himself to care. Any death will be better than suffocating alone. Or Tommy is on a quest to get killed by unknown monsters instead of the ones he does know. This is somehow more difficult than it should be.

In which an adopted toddler by the name of Tommy becomes the treasure of a twisted angel, a bloodied king, and a drowned poet for “unknown” reasons... who may commit murders and cannibalize other people in town in their free time [Title from Washing Machine Heart by Mitski] Feb 27 2024 edit: discontinued — see last/latest chap for info

All children know not to go over or even near the village wall because of the monsters that lurk on the other side. Tommy is well aware of this fact as well, but you really can’t blame him for talking to them so often when the monsters are the ones coming to him.(title inspired by over the garden wall)

To Eugene Thompson: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Stark Industries internship program. Please arrive at Avengers Tower on Monday, February 1st, and use the enclosed access card to enter the employee elevator. [...] We look forward to our partnership. Stark Industries. ---or, flash gets an internship at SI and learns about the cryptid of the tower.ft: redeemed flash thompson, tony stark being a troll, and lots of hello kitty offerings.disclaimer: i do not own the mcu, nor the characters that i use in this fic, aside from my minor ocs (the interns)

Lance watched, dread gripping him as a meteorite fell into the desert, taking the Kerberos shuttle down with it. Months later, he drives into the desert to search for the site of impact. He has everything he needs—Pidge’s drone, Rover, Red's map, and a jeep in his favourite colour. In the desert, the clouds are violet and everything beneath it dyed in its shade. There's no way out of here, and Keith yearns to see the blue sky again. (Otherwise known as the time Lance found a cryptid with cute furry ears in a hazy purple desert.) Written for the Klance Big Bang!

No one believed that Batman was real until he showed up in one of the League meetings. Justice League meetings, not Assassins' League. Well... Maybe, he was there too and ninjas were too unaware to notice him. With the Bat, no one could really know. He wasn't human after all, was he?

Tommy’s lived in a village where it was against the rules to show his hair, instead the villagers smeared it with mud. He never understood why it was so dangerous until he broke the rules and washed the mud out. As he stared into blood red eyes he now knew why it was so important to hide his golden locks.

"Don't you get it, sunshine?" Wilbur croons, arms tight around Tommy's torso, pulling him so close that Tommy can hardly tell where he ends and the monster begins. "Your soul is forever bound to this forest, just like ours. You're never going to be able to leave." "No," Tommy gasps. "No, you're- you're lying, you're lying-" "Aw, darling," Wilbur says, long fingers threading under Tommy's chin and forcing it up, so that Tommy has to look into the soulless black pits Wilbur calls eyes, "It's alright. You're mine now. That's not so bad, is it?" --- When Tommy casts a summoning spell from an old spellbook, he doesn't expect to accidentally bind his soul to the forest around his hometown. He doesn't expect for the monsters in said forest to claim him as theirs. He certainly doesn't expect to die. But when has anything ever gone his way? [DISCONTINUED]

"Shh!" In Lancer's peripheral vision, he sees Justine glancing around before her gaze rests on Lancer himself. He'd been staring at the legal pad in front of him unseeingly as he'd listened. He quickly writes out some gibberish on the pad, realizing his pen had stilled. Their voices drop down to whispers after that. Hmm. Daniel makes videos of some sort? They're available for his classmates to see, and he talks to ghosts in them. Lancer never would have imagined the latter, considering how the boy is always one of the first to leave the scene of a ghost attack. Oh, well. At the very least, Lancer is glad his student has a hobby. ---In which the entire student body of Casper High knows Danny's secret and has collectively agreed to keep it for him, and Lancer is baffled at Danny's sudden rise in popularity. Lancer slowly comes to realize there's a lot he doesn't know about Daniel Fenton... and then, eventually, it all makes sense. Sort of. Featuring Confused!Mr.Lancer and NotADick!Mr.Lancer in 25-ish short chapters. Inadvertently goes through a bit of a tone shift, but ends on a happy note.

The blonde whimpers, his gaze trailing up, and up, and up until he meets shining golden eyes staring at him from the face tilted to the side. Watching him from just behind the door frame. The creature grins at him, that same hungry and eager grin from before. Tommy doesn’t know what to call it, he can’t think of the right word, but the look makes him shrink back in fear. Tubbo grips him hard enough to bruise. “Hello.”

Miscellaneous Sharickyl drabbles!

The niblings are abducted by a monster in the forest, and the grunkles will stop at nothing to get them back. Then, they help them cope with the aftermath. "A man breaking his journey between one place and another at a third place of no name, character, population or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That in itself is startling, but there are precedents for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until—‘My God,’ says a second man, ‘I must be dreaming, I thought I saw a unicorn.’ At which point, a dimension is added that makes the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a fourth thinner still, and the more witnesses there are, the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as reality, the name we give to common experience... 'Look, look!' recites the crowd. 'A horse with an arrow in its forehead! It must have been mistaken for a deer.'" —Tom Stoppard, "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead"

Originally written for Halloween, some messing around with cryptids and foreshadowing. I own just about none of these characters, or the places referenced.